Punch My Pussy

After nearly four hours of Gunther punching out my ass to a pulp, I went home. I was still very high from the gummies I’d ingested earlier, and still very much intoxicated by all the poppers. Lying in my bed wearing only my jockstrap at this point, my hole was literally fluttering. It was speaking to me, and it was saying, “More, get me more PIG!”

I listened to my pussy and logged back onto Asspig desperately hitting up any profiles that described themselves as “tops”. Some didn’t respond, some had plans, but I got lucky. I did find a bear of a man, 47 years old, 5’10”, 240, beefy, hairy, and his fists look like cantaloupes. They were huge, meaty, and non-collapsible. I read some of his certifications and learned that some never could take his fists due to their size. Also, he seemed to be majorly fascinated that my dick was in a cage.

His profile didn’t have a face pic. He demanded anonymity because he was married to another man and they were not open. Also, we figured out, he lived very nearby, and didn’t want to take a chance of me recognizing him. My pussy didn’t really care about any of that, it just needed more and it needed it now.  My judgment was a bit clouded at the time, but seriously, I just didn’t care. 

I unlocked my front door, and pulled on a hood which left me sightless. I placed myself on my knees, ass up high, and waited to hear his footsteps come through my door. Soon enough, I did hear the heaviness of his shoes pounce on my tiled floors and then the footsteps stopped and I heard him breathing.

A deep, gruff voice bellowed, “Ohh fuck, pig, what a great ass!” Then I felt him smack it a few times with his hand before his giant palms grabbed a cheek and spread them open. 

“What a fucking gape!” More smacks and then I felt his tongue right in my hole, his bushy beard hair all up in my crack, and I crooned, it did feel great, but I wanted his fist up in me. I wasn’t interested in foreplay.

I groaned, “Come on man, just put it in me. Give me that fucking fist!” I sounded a bit hazy and muffled, but I made my point.

“You mother fuckin’ pig! You want my fist in that cunt. You’re gonna get it, slut!” He sounded very stern, no none sense. 

As he opened the tub of Elbow Grease I’d placed on the bed, and I heard him grease up maybe one fist or maybe both? I threw on the gas mask, and inhaled until I was delightfully disoriented, and I began to feel a building pressure filling my pussy. Thick fingers were probing inside me. 

“You’re so fucking open, dude.”

I pushed off the mask, pulled my hands back behind me and pried my ass apart, “Punch it, fucking do it!” I demanded!

”Fucking pig! You’re gonna get it now!”

I howled loudly as that first punch mercilessly split my cunt open. Knuckles crashing right through my swollen ring and straight up in me until I maneuvered my hips and ass to accept the hand past my second ring. 

“Holy fuck! Holy fuck! Ah shit, you’re fucking huge man. Oh my God! Oh fuck!”

My hole was stretched wide open. It felt like a goddamn watermelon was inside me. I took several hits from the brown bottle, and slowly I felt my hole relax around its invader. There was no going back now, I decided to embrace the experience, took some deep breaths and then I began to move my hips up and back. 

“That’s it. Ride my fist, fucker. Fucking use my fist!” 

I put the mask on again and rode the wave. As the rush washed over me, my fingers gripped the sheet on the bed, and I pushed my hips back wildly, up and down I moved and felt my hole expand around the largest part of his wrist, writhing around as my cock leaked so much fluid from the cage. 

I wanted it rough now. I wanted that feeling of getting truly punched out like a fucking pornstar. I took a hit of maximum impact, and after I closed the bottle, I placed the wet cloth in my mouth and breathed hard. About 10 seconds later, I was levitating off the bed. I was no longer present. That’s when it happened. One of the largest fists I’d ever taken was easily jabbing and punching in and out of my poor cunt. My voice was reaching octaves I hadn’t hit since 7th grade, I was completely delirious, euphoric. My dick was leaking continuously. 

The stranger shoving his fist up my butt gripped my exposed balls and squeezed them into his hand, now he changed position, and I felt his punches landing deeper and harder. There was absolutely no resistance, with every blow, the ring of my asshole was ceasing to exist.  Completely pulling out and punching right back in, I was a true hand puppet! I heard him grunting as his forearm rocked in quick motions with a closed fist. 

That was fucking intense. I was coming down from all the chemicals, and for the first time I was feeling just how rearranged my guts were becoming. While my top was reapplying more Elbow Grease, he said, “Fuck, that was crazy! Your hole is great, pig! Hope you can take more because I’m just getting started!”

I put the mask on again, gripped the sheets, ass up, and then he pushed that closed fist right up that ass. As he punched forward, I pushed back, guaranteeing my cunt would be fed. Each time his fist landed inside me, it sounded like a meat cleaver beating tonight’s dinner. This guy was just what my hole wanted and needed. I grunted like a fucking pig, threw off the mask and screamed, “Punch my pig cunt, fucker! Fucking punch it out! Oh yeah, oh yeah….!”

The phrase “fucked silly” would be perfect to describe my pathetic state. I was now on my stomach, barely conscious, and the punches never stopped coming. I pulled a leg up and went to my side, and this angle allowed him to get inside me even deeper now, as he grasped onto my hip for leverage. 

Finally, after another break to regroup and regrease, I’d flipped onto my back and took more strong hits of poppers. I knew that would have to be the very last hit or I was going to black out. I held my legs up, spread my legs and waited for it. A fully horizontal fist easily slipped inside me, and then his free hand grabbed onto my thigh, and we both began to groan, grunt, scream, as he repeatedly beat my pussy up like he hated it, like he wanted to ruin it forever. This brutal treatment caused me to spit out more creamy cum from my locked cock. I began to hyperventilate as I was cumming.  After I’d come down, he pulled out his fist.

It got quiet. After about a minute, he said, “I think your cunt is done!” And just like that, he left.

When he left, I turned on the lights and bent over to see my ass in the mirror. My asshole was unrecognizable. So gaping, so swollen, and so satisfied.

I turned off the lights and fell asleep. in the morning, I felt my hole and it was still very open and very puffy. I took a couple of pictures, and then I took a bath to soothe my hole trying to recover from both punch outs.