The Joys of Fisting

When I awoke the following morning, I reached down and felt my puffy cunt lips and my hole was still somewhat agape. As I continued to stimulate my rectum, I turned on my laptop and began to watch a newly posted fisting video.  My desire for a real fist became too overwhelming and I texted Paul to see if he was still horny and wanted to help me out. 

He replied right away with a phone call and said I was just on time because he was in the middle of his morning wank. I gave him my address and straightened up a little. I put my waterproof sheet on the bed and a couple of pads on the floor, poppers out and made sure I was still properly cleaned out. 

I arranged with Paul that I’d leave my door open and he could find me in the bedroom, on all 4’s, with a fully inserted dildo up my ass. The plan was for him to pull it out and quickly plug my cunthole with his closed fist.  When Paul arrived, I heard him come through and heading towards my bedroom. I was completely naked for him, of course, the metal cage covering my penis was dangling below me. Paul took a deep breath and said, “oh baby, you look amazing right there. You want my fist back up in that cunt don’t you, baby? I’m gonna be right there baby.”

His voice is like a radio announcer, and his way of words along with his delivery of them just puts me at ease, taking me into a meditative trance. As he spoke, I took a hit off the bottle and felt my cunt contract around the fully embedded dildo in my ass. I reached behind me and began to fuck myself with it.

Paul stripped down to his black briefs which were stretched out in front by his morning wood, watching me. Telling me to leave the toy alone because I’m gonna get what I need. That he was gonna work my cunt for me because I’m a hungry pig boy. 

Before Paul coated his left hand with Crisco, he rubbed my shoulders and back, slapped my ass around causing me to shudder with excitement. He dipped his right hand into the grease vat and coated his entire left hand with it liberally. He told me to take a hit off the spray. And after I set the cloth down, his right hand pulled the dildo completely out of my bowels and  his left fist punched right inside, gliding easily past his wrist. 

I rocked my hips back on his fist, enjoying the sensation of its firmness inside me. My hole spasming around his closed hand. I moaned, “ooohhhh yeah, please. Oohhhh fuck that feels so fucking good in there!”

Paul was becoming an expert on reading my ass and it’s readiness for more. I took another hit off the IronFist bottle and again, I pushed out my ass hard and Paul punched his fist further up, his right hand coating his forearm liberally so that now the thickest part of his forearm was prying my insides open. I was still quite loose from our fun the night before.  Paul slowly pulled his forearm completely out of my ass and would punch back in. My hole would catch his closed fist greedily, wanting him to go harder and deeper. 

Paul pulled out and said I was a hungry pig this morning and that he’d give me something to ride! He laid down on his back on the bed and his right hand, the larger fist of of his, balled up, I held onto the headboard and lowered my manhole right over it. Now I took another deep hit of poppers and rode his closed fist hard, punching out my own guts and lowering myself to the point of his elbow. I was possessed!

Paul reached for the dildo I’d used earlier. It was my 10” er with some nice ridges. As I rose up from his elbow slightly, Paul slid it in against his forearm. It was so greasy back there that the head of the dildo pried my rectum open slightly to take it in, and I slid back down hard on it. I can feel its base when I hit bottom. What an amazing stretch. Paul left his forearm embedded in my hole while I reached around and down to fuck myself with that dildo. I was punching out my own ass!

I was now ready for something more, and I couldn’t believe I wanted it. I dismounted and found just the dildo I was looking for! It was the 15” one with the 5 ridges, each one wider than the other. I greased it up with so much Crisco, mounted Paul’s closed fist while he was still laying down on the bed, and then I lined my hole up to the pointed end of the dildo and pushed it inside. I was down to the first three ridges. I took some spray poppers and sucked in the fumes hard. I held onto the headboard and Paul pushed the final two ridges inside of me! Again, my eyes rolled back and I let out a very loud, “ohhhh wow, holy fuck, oohhhh yeah, fuck, fuck, fuuuccckkk!”   I just stayed there for a few moments while Paul rubbed my back with his free hand and said, “just relax. Take some deep breaths with me, come on. Come on baby, deep breaths, relax.” We both sensed my body loosening and the tight grip of my pussy lips was also waning, Paul began to slowly move his forearm back and forth now as I was now just about on all 4’s. 

Paul left the dildo up my ass while we changed positions now. I was now on my back, my ankles held back by my hands, my hole very much vulnerable and open. Paul fucked me with the dildo a bit before pulling it out. Then he asked me to show him my rosebud. I pushed out and the insides of my rectum were now showing like a flower and Paul traced the outline of it with his fingers. Then he scooped out some lube into his hand and punched me with it. It was exquisite! I howled from his repetitive punches now hitting inside me one fist after the other. 

I was almost delirious now. I took another hit of the spray poppers and I reached down with my own fist into the Crisco cat and pushed my fist inside me. Paul held my wrist with his right hand and assisted me so we both were now double fisting me. I couldn’t go any further than up to my wrist line but I tried. Paul pushed my hand away briskly and replaced it now with his, and we’d opened me up together for a relentless double fisting. Paul and I locked eyes as he nodded his head, saying “yes, that’s it baby. What a fucking pig, look at that cunt taking my fists. Your cunt is a fucking tunnel, pig!”

Paul pulled his fists out of me and I was still moaning. The endorphins were flying through my body. A pool of clear fluid all over my abs as my locked junk emitted streams during the gut blows. 

Paul rested on his back breathing hard as he was sweating all over now.  We said nothing for several minutes just letting the sensations take over, my body was floating, an overwhelming sense of calm and my body tingled all over. I broke out in goosebumps, feeling a chill wash over me.

Paul had pulled off his briefs now and he was using his right hand to jack his stiffy. It looked so hard, and it the light caused it to shine especially coated in so much grease. Paul kissed me hard and then pushed me onto my stomach. Then he pulled me up by the waist so my head was on the mattress and my ass was up. He pushed that dildo and his cock up my ass at the same time. “Oh fuck that feels so good!”, he screamed out. I suppose his throbbing shaft was enjoying the extra stimulation of rubbing up against those ridges. As he pushed in further, my hole’s grip was tighter. He pushed down on my shoulders with open palms, and used all of his body weight to fuck me stupid, until he emptied his big hairy balls, flooding my canal with all his juice.   Then he pulled his spent dick out and rubbed it all over my ass. Then he slapped it a few times, “oh fuck baby, you’re a fucking insatiable pig! That was fucking fantastic!”

He plopped his body on top of mine. I could feel the heat of his body on my back, his chest and body hair sticking to my skin. Then he kissed my neck and my ear and then he turned my head to face him and we kissed again on the lips. 

When he was using the shower I flipped myself onto my back and I dislodged the dildo. A heavy pour of cum splattered onto the mattress. I couldn’t believe the size of my swollen pussy now, it was definitely much larger than this morning! 

Paul came out of the shower with a towel wrapped around his waist and caught me. He sat at my side and traced his fingers over mine while I felt the folds of puffy skin protruding. Then I pushed down to show my rose flower in all of its red glory. We then did the same, feeling my punched out rosebud, I was mesmerized and it was clear my cunt was wrecked! Paul leaned over me to kiss me while I released my breath and the rose closed up. My pussy was so wet still, so open Paul continued to kiss me and his kisses lowered down to my neck until he was soon licking and biting my right nipple. As this happened, his larger hands closed around mine, which was still slick, and he grabbed me once again by the wrist and I was once again fisting myself. 

Paul then stood up and looked me in the eyes once again, watching me fist myself. I felt so dirty, and guilty that someone was watching me do something like this. Then Paul reached down and pulled on my balls. They were so full. Even though I’d cum hard last night, I needed to blow again. 

Paul sensed my desperation. He pushed my hand away, and I watched him effortlessly take his right fist and punch my cunt with it. “Harder! Punch me harder man! Make me cum!” Paul doubled down now, I was screaming at him to ream me out, to rearrange my guts. Feeling his closed fist hit me harder and harder did the trick and my ass tightened so hard, like a vice I locked onto his fist and the cum just dribbled out of my metal cage, gushes of white hot cum hitting my stomach and trimmed pubes.  I was panting uncontrollably. 

“Looks like you made a bit of a mess there  piggy. Clean it up for me. Let me watch you eat that load.”  Paul pulled his fist out and cleaned his hand off with a fresh towel nearby, and he watched me scoop the cum into my fingers and place them in my mouth. So savory and precious I thought as I watched Paul enjoy the show.

Paul dressed and left. I hopped in the shower and then bent over by the mirror to see my gape and examine my cunt lips. They were like flaps at this point, but I knew in a few hours things would settle back to their usual places.