"I got my whole fist is in there." Jack said.
"You're such a fuckin' liar, Jack." My speech slurred severely from the something Jack put in my drink. I told him to surprise me. Whatever it was, it gave me a fuzzy feeling of well being.
There were three guys playing on a rubber matt on the floor; a three way fisting. I climbed in the sling, popped open my poppers and opened my legs wide. It didn't take long for this guy to realize my ass was very open. He laughed and said if he couldn't open me then he was going to go further then whoever got there before him. I inhaled deep to get ready for more.
Prior to meeting my ex I had the good fortune to have a few truly wild, albeit kinky, experiences. My resolution, shake it up, be wild, have fun. For about a month I had already started that cycle with a few select internet hook-ups that proved to be mind-blowing.
In the sling I leaned over Jeremy and started to make out with him as I inserted the first ball. He was a hot one. I definitely liked my luck so far. As he sat back in the sling I got my first look at what was quite possibly the biggest, reddest ass snatch I had ever seen.
he lifted my legs and started to apply a big hand of crisco from a open tub by the bed, he worked it and his left hand back in my butt hole. I could feel his hand stretching me more and more and I knew the pressure I felt meant his knuckles were at my ring again..
Kyle didn't notice the two burly guys on either side as he followed Billy into the room. His first awareness was when their large meaty hands grabbed hold of his upper arms. He felt the vice like grips as he sputtered out some cry of pain, some surprise at being held.
Grabbing hold of Earl's hair, Marty sought to push the man's face lower and lower onto him, as he felt the fingers in his ass - two, then three, and then a fourth before moving in up to the knuckle and gently fisting him.