Hard Ffucked

It’s been just over two weeks since I last had a fisting session and was craving one again. I seem to be getting fisted on a twice a month cadence which gives my hole time to heal and begin the longing for fist. 

Opportunity met necessity as Paul and I were not only craving a hot session together, but our calandras were completely clear for the evening. Paul come over to my place around 6pm. As we set up his sling in my bedroom, we had some wine. Paul set up some great mood lighting and music that placed me in a hypnotic trance. 

I straddled the sling once we were good and ready and cracked open a new bottle of poppers as Paul began to lean in and work my ass over with his mouth, tongue, and fingers. My pucker was feeling sensational as I embraced the high and began to float away to destination euphoria. 

Paul began to apply copious globs of Crisco into my widening rectum, slicking up my inside chute for the big entry, while coating his fingers. I was so eager for it I put my hand in a fist and pinched the air, signaling to Paul I was ready for it. He nodded his head, adjusters his pose so he could really leak into it and I pushed my hole out. Paul pushed up with just enough force to crack that inner hole open. I was seeing stars and moaning out to  god.

I took a couple deep hits and punched the air again with my right fist while staring into Paul’s sparkling blue eyes. Paul cocked his eyebrows, a little skeptical I wanted it so hard early on in our session, but he nodded, and delivered. Slowly his balled up hand pushed completely in and out of my love ring, each time spreading those puffy pussy lips out each time. Applying more fat grease, my hole was becoming a welcoming tunnel and that’s when Paul brought his right foot forward, bent down slightly, and gave me a series of upper cuts punching out that cunt hard until I pushed his hand away.

”Holy fuck of fucks!” I shouted. The sling still slightly rocking. I reached down and felt my hole and felt the forming gape. I watched Paul slick up his right forearm almost up to the elbow. I took a couple deep huffs and pushed down on the sling slightly so I can open my hole even wider. Paul resumed his crouched position only this time his closed fist was entering with his thumb facing upwards, and he knocked my breath out his fist heading straight up inside me to the widest part of his wrist. Once again I cried out and as Paul’s pace picked up, I creamed my smooth stomach with dribbling cum. It wasn’t a full blown assgasm, but the release felt wonderful. Paul planted his fingers on my goo and placed them in my mouth, leaving his right fist embedded inside me.

Paul shoved his cock into my asshole and his fist right next to it. Paul thrusted his hips wildly while his cock slid into his fist that was inches inside me. I squeezed my ass down hard which Paul seemed to like and we worked in synchronicity to bring his balls to a boil. My insides were coated with Paul’s butter adding to the grease. 

Paul pulled out and wiped off his cock and hand and returned to the sling with a new toy from his collection. Imagine a 12” stack of anal beads where each one of larger than the next, flaring out to the very last “bead” which wider than a large fist. 
Paul instructed me to popper up, offering me his gas mask, and my hole easily took the first 3 of 7 connected beads. Paul both hands were on the base of the toy pushing in from behind. I placed my right hand on his forearm and screamed out, “more, give it me man!” 

I placed the gas mask on for a few seconds, long enough to get two more beads inside. When I removed the mask, Paul began to fuck me with it, using all his weight and both hands, ravishing my rosebud. I wanted more, I needed those last to layers!  Another round of the mask inspired me to conquer layer 6. My hole was quivering over if, my body adjusting to its new dimension. Paul and I struggled to fit that last layer and after 3 failed attempts I told him I could do it, we just something to force it inside.  Paul left briefly and came back with a hammer. I placed the mask over my face and felt Paul tapping at the base like he was hammering a nail, with enough power to wedge my hole open. We were just at the very edge when that final blow burst inside me. I yelled out, “ooohhhhh ffuuucckk!! My cock spewed our some urine warming my stomach. 

I closed my eyes, lifted my arms up over my head and with the mask on, Paul reamed me out hard with that toy’s entire length. I felt my asspussy getting pulverized, and it felt just amazing. 

With a hole as opened as mine, Paul pulled the toy out and replaced it with his clasped hands. Like a small cannonball, his clasped fist began to punch me out, began to punch me silly as some goofy smile cane over my face and I was squeaking in an octave I hadn’t hit since age 12. I removed the mask and began to tweak my nipples as Paul punched me to a wild assgasm. I began to ride his fists grinding myself until I achieved the goal of climax.

We weren’t done. Not by any means. Paul had me move over to the bed and I was face down ass up. Paul slid his right forearm down opening up that second ring. I looked back and watched Paul concentrate like a maestro as he pushed his left hand over his closed right fist, gently prying my hole wider. We were definitely at a point where my hole was when I took the full toy. 

I placed the magic mask over my face and felt myself opening more for Paul’s left hand as it crept closer to its target. I began to push out and down allowing that left hand through. “Oooooohhhhh uuuuuhhhhh” a barbaric guttural moan escaped my throat. Paul continued to push his hand further like a snake until his hands met, hand over fist, both forearms at least a foot deep inside me.  Paul yelled out, “put the mask on!” I did and Paul let loose a crazy barrage of gut punches that made my balls explode all over the mattress. I bit down hard on the sheets raised my ass up higher in the air and Paul rose up onto the mattress standing over me, pile driving his fists inside me like he was a heavyweight boxer. One blow came after the other on quick succession as I lay there slack and my cock constantly leaking fluid.

For the grand finale, while still face down on the mattress, Paul returned with the 7 layer bead toy and in one forceful shove, drove it like a spike into my cunt. He grabbed my hip with his right hand holding me tight as he placed his cock next to the toy’s base looking for an opening. Finding that space at the very top edge, Paul’s hands grabbed me by the shoulders as he proceeded to give me all his inches, and my hole was shattered with every movement.  I needed assistance to open up so I took a couple of hits from the bottle this time and that’s when Paul felt my hole give way and he fucked me wild until screaming out loud and grunting that he was cumming. As his orgasm subsided he looked down at me and asked if I wanted more?

I nodded, “yea”, and he pulled the toy and his dick out, grabbed my torso in his left hand and told me to count out to 100 as he punched my cunt like a madman, and as we hit the 80’s, my dick came even harder and my cum sprayed wildly all over the bed. When we hit 100, Paul took his hand out and I collapsed onto my cum. 

Paul placed his head on my upper back and rubbed it and my butt, until we both fell asleep.