One would think just two days after a good and long dick down an asshole would be worn out, wouldn’t one? Well, not this ass. This ass was craving something wild. Of course, blowing clouds that night might have enhanced the craving a great bit. I trolled the usual fetish sites in the hopes of filling my desires. Just when I thought I’d be using my toys on my own that night, I got lucky.
Jim, I’ll call him, was built like a brick house. Younger than myself by 15 years. His profile read 6’1”; 220 lbs., 36” waist, 8” cut dick, large hands, and said something about “FFtopping is his passion and exploring holes is his gift”. His pic showed only a developed and mostly smooth torso. I was sold!
Turns out Jim was in a parTy mood as well, after all, who else is wide awake and ready to play at nearly 2:30 in the morning? I invited him over and awaited his arrival. I’d had a large butt plug up my ass when he arrived. I buzzed him in and we gave each other a once over before we began to play. I was in a red jock, cock cage stuffed away, butt plugged, barefoot. Jim had a handsome look about him. Shaggy brown hair, a few days of beard scruff, dark brown eyes, already dilated. He dropped his shorts and pulled off his t-shirt and I was for sure admiring his physique. He definitely hit the gym a few days a week.
Jim walked toward me and we hugged. He reached behind me and felt the plug up my bum and said, I love piggy bottoms, so much fun.”
We walked back to the bedroom and he laid down next to me as we smoked more clouds, taking turns blowing smoke into each other’s mouths. Jim, embodying by the chemicals, rolled on top of me and I felt all his weight as we made out. His hand reached for the plug and without warning he yanked it out. I almost bit his tongue right off!
I’d prepared and administered a small booty bump for myself and 45 minutes before Jim’s arrival, so I was good and ready to get things started. Jim found the jar of Elbow Grease. I put my gas mask on and felt Jim’s closed fist push inside me,, easily going right to his wrist. I didn’t keep the mask on too long as the night was just beginning, but I was good and heady and cried out for more.
”Punch my pussy, please! Give it to me!”
”You are a fucking pig! Fuck that’s hot!”
Jim lubed his right hand up to his elbow and went back up inside me. The effects from the gas mask hadn’t dissipated, I held my ankles back and propped my ass up on a pillow. My hole quivered with excitement as Jim showed me his full closed fist before taking it to my swollen ass lips and pushing right back inside. Once past the wrist, I felt Jim’s thick hairy forearm proceed in my rectum, almost 3/4 to the elbow. I took a hit of poppers, threw my hands up over my head, and the rush was wild as Jim jackhammered his forearm inside me, ending the series with a full fisted blow out of my cunt. I was singing like a prepubescent choir boy, hitting octaves I hadn’t achieved since 5th grade. I was flying high as a kite. Jim moved onto the bed, hugged my legs with his left hand and held them high while he continued to annihilate my innards. Our eyes locked and I nodded in approval, indicating just how much I was enjoying this.
Jim pulled metal handcuffs from his bag and locked my wrists to my bedpost. He fed me poppers and coated his hands with grease. My ankles now over his shoulders as his right hand slipped inside. He stared into my eyes and we took deep breaths together as the fingers of his left hand creeped inside. When his four fingers wedged in he began to move them up and down in circular fashion, it felt so good, really, I was floating away and my body and mind were lost in a fantastical haze. My ass lips were so loose and wet, my hole relaxed as I was in a deep trip and like a magical fairy, Jim’s second hand was inside me, and I now had both his fists exploring my cunt hole.
”I’m all in! Fuck man, you’re cunt is amazing!”
Jim began to move his left fist up and back over his right one which was planted in there. Once again, I lost my mind, humming in high octaves like Mariah Carey and I began to piss myself. Piss soaked my red jock and dribbled down my stomach onto the rubber sheet under me. Jim punched into me now with full force, I saw flashes of light every time he re-entered me. My wrists flailing helplessly, wishing I could hit the poppers.
Him had me cuffed for a good hour. He stopped once to smoke and brought the pipe to my lips. I took the smoke into my lungs and surrendered myself to the chemicals, laying slack like a crash test dummy. Jim unlatched the cuffs momentarily and then brought out a second set. Each wrist and ankle were now cuffed. Jim put a pillow under my ass, let me inhale the gas mask, then he hit the poppers and balled both hands into one giant fist. Jim slowly pushed the wrecking ball into me, my eyes grew wild. Jim locked his forearms together and really rearranged my guts, this time drilling deeper, practically to the elbow. Full forearm pounding now. No doubt had I not taken that bump there’s no way I could have been doing this.
i noticed Jim really working up a sweat. I know topping is a workout and can be exhausting if you’re not used to long sessions. I’ve worn out many fisting tops in my day.
When Jim removed the cuffs he gave me time to get the circulation flowing in my limbs. I got us both some Gatorade knowing we needed to refuel our electrolytes. I made sure Jim was still ok and we agreed the next hit off the pipe would be our last because we were both pretty fucked up.
Jim had me bend over the side of the bed so my ass was just at the edge. He sat in the carpet and my ass was almost at eye level. I hit the poppers when Jim’s right fist popped back inside, and in this position, Jim very slowly, inch by inch creeped deeper inside me. I kept hitting the brown bottle every few minutes, my hole opening and more of his arm crept in. No rush, Jim was now just reaching the elbow. He took to his knees now for better leverage. He lubed up his elbow, I hugged deeply, Jim pushed ever so slowly and my cunt swallowed Jim’s elbow. He was very, very deep, at least 18-20 inches if we were measuring,
Jim began to massage my back and my ass with his free hand. I rode the intense wave and hit the bottle again, allowing Jim’s arm to move beyond the elbow. We were approaching the bicep now. I could feel the muscle stretching me out. It wasn’t uncomfortable at all, it was the opposite. My tunnel was sucking it up like a sleeve.
“Want more? I’m in deep buddy?
”oohhh yes, please. I want it all in. Go further! Now, I’m sure I babbled something to that effect because I don’t think I was coherently forming words, but Jim got the message. Once again he coated his upper bicep up to his shoulder. I remembered I’d put a bottle of Max Impact and a rag on the bed. I sprayed some and breathed deeply on those chemicals and in seconds I had the most beautiful, euphoria full my body, Jim took advantage, gripped my waist and gave me the last few inches. I was filled with his entire arm! It took nearly an hour to get us there, but we did it. I took another hit of the wet poppers on the cloth and I began to ride Jim’s fist and arm, arching my back and raising my ass up high, Jim pulled several inches out and forcefully pushed right back in to the shoulder. I was pissing again all over the mattress and carpet. As Jim’s movements became longer and harder, my body went into convulsions, I tensed and the piss was followed by a cum chaser!
Jim slowly pulled his arm out of my ass. We agreed I’d probably had enough fist for the time being. We were high. I told Jim to stay with me for a few hours so we can get some rest. He spooned me, I felt his manhood hardening against my ass. I reached behind me and took him inside. He said my hole was like an oven, but very slick and loose. It didn’t take long for Jim to fill my ass with his cum. It dribbled out because I had no give. We both fell asleep for a few hours.
The sun was up and shiny brightly around noon. I felt like a truck ran me over and couldn’t move. Jim found some energy, got dressed and called an Uber. I stayed in bed for the rest of the day. It was well worth it!
