The Biggest Fist Ever

I was chatting with a guy online the other night. He is 58, White, former football player so huge solid build, thick head of black hair with greying sides, thick beard, hairy arms and chest, blue eyes, and when he sent me a picture of his huge fist, I understood how he was able to throw a football so well. I also trembled at the thought of this guy wrecking my cunt.

As I’ve become a more experienced fisting bottom, I felt ready to tackle this challenge and agreed to meet him. However, I knew I would require a lot of assistance through the process. I hosted him at my place which isn’t typical, but he was hosting a friend who was temporarily crashing at his place until the friend’s new apartment was ready at the first of the month. That told me that Matt was a pretty decent guy, and I felt a bit of comfort hosting someone new.

After a very thorough clean out, I’d gone through my usual body grooming routine. I then swallowed a 50mg gummy and new that in about an hour or so, I’d be good to go, but also had a brand-new bottle of imported European poppers, an unopened can of Maximum Impact spray, and my poppers mask. I placed my waterproof sheets on the bed, my supplies, a new large tub of Crisco, and then I dressed for the occasion, a red Gym jockstrap and a pair of red and black tube socks. 

It was getting close to our meeting time so I began to play with my hole a bit just to test things out.  I could feel my body loosening up and knew my hole would be relaxed enough to start with something large. I dipped a large black butt plug in the Crisco, placed it on the floor and mounted it. No poppers needed, my cunt hole swallowed it all, and I felt my cunt lips spreading wide. Once fully inserted, I laid down on the bed and began to push it in and out of my pig hole, deliberately focusing on punching open my quickly swelling ring. 

I was feeling fantastic, working that hole open and just when I closed my eyes to imagine that huge un-collapsible fist in my fuck hole, I heard my doorbell ring. I pushed the butt plug out of my asshole and left it on the bathroom sink to clean later. I went and opened the door and the bulk of this man in my doorway intimidated me. He had to be at least 6’5”, 275, not a small man by any means. I’m 6’, 160, and felt tiny next to him.

I welcomed him inside wearing only the jockstrap and those socks. He stepped inside and closed and locked the door behind us.  Then he stepped over to me and slapped my ass before kissing me. Definitely electric felt on my part, there were sexual sparks flying early and that is always a good sign. I broke off our kiss and offered to get him a beer to which he was agreeable.

I told him I had everything set up in the bedroom and he followed me to it. I had the lights dimmed and some soft EDM music going in the background. I sat on the bed as I watched Matt remove his shoes, pull off his jeans and then lift his shirt up over his head. Thick black fur covered his chest, from shoulder to shoulder and down to his waistline, he was a very hairy fucker. He was left wearing only a pair of black CK boxer briefs, and the outline of his cock was obvious. 

When we exchanged messages, he told me he only wanted to fist me that night, no oral, no anal. He said he doesn’t get into that on a first date and saves it for his more romantic partners. I suppose I get that. For him fisting is a kink that his boyfriend at the time isn’t into, and so to scratch the itch, he looks for fisting bottoms that are cool with that arrangement. No judgment on my part, I was down with that. 

“Let’s start with you on your back”, Matt said in a deep sultry baritone voice that should be on radio.  I placed a pillow under my head and one under my ass and placed my ankles in my hands. Matt opened the Crisco tub and began to rub it onto his fingers, and then took a big glob with his fingers and pushed it inside my hole. 

“Looks like that ass has already been opened for me, huh?”, said Matt as I reached for the poppers to help with his three fat fingers invading my rectum. I felt myself float away when he added a fourth finger. His fingers were like thick sausages, long and fat. It was feeling good getting my hole worked over like that, but now I wanted more. The gummy was really taking its effect on me, and I felt like my mind and my body were separating. 

After a good 15-20 minutes of just fingers, Matt slapped my ass to bring me back from space and said I might want to use the poppers mask now because he was going in fully. I’d soaked a cotton ball with poppers before he arrived and placed it into the mask, so I knew the fumes would be potent. I placed the mask over my head and began to breathe, as I slowly drifted off, I felt Matt’s un-collapsed hand push through my thoroughly coated canal, and it popped inside. I waited just a few more moments before removing the mask. I pulled my legs back and pushed my ass out and Matt’s hand began to slowly rock inside me. “Awwwwww, ooohhhhh, grrrrrr”, I moaned feeling his fat hand force my cunt lips wide open. Indeed, this had to be the largest hand I’d ever taken. 

When the fumes’ effects subsided within me, I grabbed a cloth and the silver spray bottle and made use of them, deeply sniffing the wet spray to get the fullest impact possible. A wave of lust overcame me, and soon I was punching the air, signaling to Matt that I was ready for something more serious. Matt read the signal and he began to move his hand forcefully back and forth for a few minutes and the he started to work the opening of my hole with his palm, pushing it along the rim, pushing it open more.

I was quickly becoming his hand puppet. He pulled out to place even more Crisco into my gaping pussy and to copiously coat his hand, halfway up his forearm. “You better get that mask back on. I’m closing my fist now!”

A second minute or two with the mask on took me into outer space. That gummy had me spinning out, too. I pushed my legs back wide to get ready for the first entry of that enormous, closed fist. I felt the pressure of it right at the entrance, and with all that Crisco all over it, I kind of guided myself onto it, the poppers fumes giving me the courage to keep going until I’d conquered it entirely. The pressure inside of me was crazy wild, and the stretch was unbelievable!

I pulled that mask off quickly and once again punched up into the air. I was ready for a good punch fuck. Matt pushed more Crisco inside me with his left hand fingers and I howled as Matt ravaged my cunt, punching it out wrist deep. One punch landing after the other as I began to see stars and shapes forming under my closed eyes. I must have sounded like a wounded animal, but the adrenaline rush I was experiencing was so unreal. 

At this point what was once my tight asshole was a gaping tunnel, and I pushed out my developing bright red rosebud, fully flowering.  Matt grunted as he lubed up both hands and I put the mask back over my head, I watched him as his chest heaved and his biceps bulged, as he used my cunt like a boxing bag. When I took off the mask, I was yelling out, “wreck my stupid pussy, punch it out. That’s it, demolish that fucking faggot cunt!” I had no control over my words, I just knew I wanted it, more and more, it was like I was in a trance.

When Matt finished this sequence with his left fist, jabbing into me with lighting quick  upper cuts, I experienced a wild orgasm, I felt my hole contract and cum spilling out into the pouch of my red jock!

We’d been going at it for a good hour and a half. Matt and I were sweaty and needed a drink break. He’d already finished his beer and since I was in no state to get up, he walked to the kitchen and brought us back one each after he’d wiped his hands. As we sipped on the beers, Matt kept telling me what an amazing cunt I have and how most of his fisting bottoms can’t take what I’ve taken and they quit after a short time. A feeling of pride came over me, and I was ready to take even more. I reached down to my hole, it was so greasy, my ass was agape, its pussy lips swollen. I pushed out my rosebud and looked down to see it bloom.

I was so wound up, I rolled over and put myself on my hands and knees. Matt guzzled the rest of the beer, spanked my ass hard with his large open hand, stinging my smooth white ass and growled, “I love your attitude, pig!”, and I shook my ass at him. 

During the short break I’d added fresh poppers into the mask. I placed it over my head just before Matt was ready to go again. He fully coated both hands to the fattest part of his forearms. Now we were gonna explore some depth play. He grabbed a chair from the corner of my bedroom and sat at the edge of the bed, my hole at the perfect height. I barely felt his full fist open me up, there was absolutely no resistance as he slowly pushed his way further inside. My head was swimming so I took that mask off and Matt rolled his forearm inside me, twisting it back and forth. Once I inhaled more poppers, he had reached my second hole and slowly weaved his fingers inside. I was growing impatient. I reached behind me and with my hand, I pushed his forearm forward, he called me a greedy fucking pig and then the deep gut punching began. Matt once again pulverized my innards with his fist, only pushing it in deeper with every downstroke. I felt the thickest part of his wrist expand my anal canal further open. I was moaning in such a high pitch I hadn’t reached since 4th grade. I can’t find words to describe what this man was doing to me, how it was making me feel inside. 

Then Matt hurriedly pulled his arm out, and replaced it with his other arm. He rotated to each arm, pushing inside me deeper, I knew my insides would be bruised for a week! I went crazy when he began to count out loud yelling out to me, “come on you fucking piggy, let’s see how many you can take!” By 47, I had to pull off, it was just too much. “You can do better that. Put that mask over your head, I’m gonna give you 100 and we can see what that cunt of yours is really capable of!  Matt held onto my waist with one hand holding me in place as he counted out. Honestly, with the mask on, after 20 or so, I wasn’t capable of hearing him anymore and I just gave in and let him abuse my cunt hole my head nodding sideways and up and down as I took in the gas mask, and when I felt that final punch pans with incredible force and that just as forceful dismount, I ripped off the mask quickly and fell onto my stomach!

My hole began to emit uncontrollable gas, I felt it twitching and trembling, as I lay there like a slab of meat. Matt rubbed my ass cheeks, soothing me, telling me I had done so well, and he was so impressed with me. I was in and out of consciousness, and Matt cleaned himself up, took a warm washcloth to my ass, and cleaned me up. Then he kissed my forehead, covered me with a blanket and left. I was in a deep, deep sleep, all those poppers, the beers, the gummy, the fisting…it was a lot to endure and I was exhausted. 

When I awoke in the morning, Matt had texted me to make sure I was alright, which I thought was incredibly considerate. My hole was freaking obliterated, and I fucking loved it! Hope I get to meet Matt again sometime soon!