I woke up last Sunday with that familiar burning desire to have my cunt blown out. I texted one of my regular fisting friends, John, to see if he was available and looking. John is in his mid 60’s, about 5’10”, green eyes, still a very full head of hair, somewhat hairy chest, with the most amazing skilled hands that I’ve enjoyed several times over the years,
Last time I played with John, I was riding high from some gummies flowing through me and he managed to go double wide on me, which was absolutely mind blowing. We’d always played on his king bed, but this time I asked if we could try playing on his workout bench.
John was cool with that. There was a huge mirror on the wall by the bench which I thought would be fun, too.
I prepped myself well, grabbed some supplies, and Ubered over to John’s place. He is always a friendly guy, so we caught up briefly before he poured me a cocktail and we went to his workout room.
I was wearing a purple mesh wrestling singlet with white piping which showcased my butt nicely. I liked the way the pouch felt over my locked cock.
John had placed a chair nearby the bench and another small table for my supplies.
We started off with me ass up face down, I could see myself in the mirror in front of me, and I could also watch John, shirtless, behind me. I watched him squeeze some x-lube onto his left hand and 2/3 up his forearm. When he put some fingers inside my hole, I inhaled some poppers, and I felt my hole loosen up. John thrusted his duckbill hand right and left like a corkscrew pushing a little deeper inside of me. I took a second hit just as John found the spot to push right on through to the wrist.
“Ohhh yeah”, I groaned. John’s eyes found mine through our reflections. I pushed my ass out and John’s fist pushed inside of me just a little further. There was light rhythmic music playing in the background, and I steadied my breathing to its beat. I had tuned out everything else, took a hit, and felt John creep in more.
John kept applying more x-lube to his forearm. Soon, John had reached in pretty far and began to slowly pull his fist back, and right when he pushed open my pussy lips, he pushed right back inside.
“Ohhhhhhh fuuuccckkk”, I cried, feeling that closed fist worm its way to the entrance of my second hole.
I popped on the poppers mask and the effect allowed John to explore past that second hole and as I pulled off the mask, I watched John saw his forearm in and out of my gaping cunt. It was breathtaking to experience that.
John pulled his forearm out and put a long syringe of lube deep in my cave. John’s face looked more serious now as he coated both his hands with x-lube. John showed me both his balled fists in the mirror. I took two deep hits off the brown bottle and rode the wave as John proceeded to punch my pussy out, left fist, right fist, over and over just past the wrist. I could feel my pussy lips swelling from the beating, and after maybe 15 or so blowout punches with each fist, John paused and my rosebud made its first real appearance.
“There she is!”, John declared as he squatted down to lick on it. “Ohhh fuck, I love this, I love a big flower!”, John was astonished and continued to lightly munch on it.
“Turn around”, I was ordered.
I laid on my back and put my legs up over the bench press bar. It was the perfect position to show off my gape.
John covered his hands in more x-lube and placed four fingers from each hand inside me and pulled outward, attempting to get me to maximum stretch.
“Put your mask on, buddy”, John said.
I reached for it and placed it over my face tightly, breathing in those magical fumes. I felt John’s one fist open my hole up and then more fingers from the other hand crept in. John kept one fist a few inches past the wrist, and with his other hand he was sliding fingers up and down on top of his forearm, each time, those fingers were going just a bit further. I pulled off the mask, nodded to John that I was ready, pushed my hole out and that other hand pushed through that fuck hole, joining its sister hand already inside.
“Ohhhh yes, fuck yes!”, I cried in utter joy.
John slowly rocked both fists back and forth, very slowly for a few minutes while my hole dilated wider around them. Sensing I was loose enough now, John pulled both of his fists out, my hole squelched, and then he pushed them back in. That feeling of stretching my first ring open was awesome.
“Ohhh yeah, fuck my cunt open, man!”, I demanded.
“Yeah, you want me to blow out that cunt for you, faggot?”
John knows I love being called a faggot when I’m in the zone.
“Yes Sir! Punch my faggot pussy out, man!”
I huffed more poppers through my mouth and laid back with my arms clasped behind my head and closed my eyes. John punched his double barrel fists back inside me, and pulled them out, building up depth and speed until it was a rapid fire obliteration of what used to be a normal asshole.
John’s fingers traced my bruised cunt lips which surrounded my growing red rosebud.
“Oh yeah, look at her, she’s blooming today!”, John complimented.
“Mmmm hmmm”, I was flying high from that double fisted punch out, and I’d say delirious. I had a wild assgasm and the singlet over my cage was very damp.
John placed his mouth over the mesh fabric of the cage and sucked on my jizz stain. That was wild, my cock was trapped and couldn’t harden. I enjoyed being a locked faggot.
John pulled my balls out of the singlet and wrapped his fingers around them, and pulled on them. His other hand punched its way back inside my tunnel, John’s fist was knuckle punching my cunt harder and harder, holding my balls tighter and pulling on them. When I twisted my nipples in my fingers I shot a second load of jizz right through the mesh.
John scooped some on his fingers and placed them into my mouth. that was hot. John then scooped off more and pushed it right into my ass, and once again another series of punches with each fist had me gasping for breath. It was absolutely glorious!
John was sweating pretty hard at this point. After all, he is an older gentleman, and keeping up with my ravenous hole is never an easy task even for someone years younger.
John laid flat on his gym mat and I moved the bench away so there was a full view of the mirror.
I coated John’s tight fist, the bigger one. And he held it upward. I lowered my rectum over top of that closed fist and rode it deep, all the way down, just about to the elbow, feeling his forearm thicken wider and stretching me wide. I bent over to place my hands on the mat for leverage and fucked myself into a frenzy, needing to feel that fist to it fullest.
I coated John’s other fist and had him clasp his hands together into a giant ball. I positioned myself so I could slowly descend my cunt over it, taking many hits along the journey. I think I had an out of body experience when John began to use that cannonball of a fist to punch my pussy out. It was all I could do not to fall over!
With John getting a second wind after a hydration break. I was now on my back on the mat, holding my ankles back. John was on his knees to my side, his fist now in a new angle as he had a much better position to go deeper, beyond my second hole. It was a very slow, methodical deep dive into my colon, lots of poppers to relax me, deep breaths, as I felt the bones of John’s elbow passing through.
“Ohhhhh my God!”, I cried.
John’s free hand caressed my chest as he pressed forward, and within minutes, he was flexing his bicep in my ass! I hadn’t gone this deep in a long time as I’m usually more about width than depth, but this truly was a trip I was down for.
John very skillfully pulled his arm back, rolled it around inside me, and then back up to the bicep. I must have had almost 24 inches of arm up my ass, and I swear my eyes were fluttering behind my head, and with every movement, my caged dick was leaking. John ended this episode with a forearm knock out, he grunted and his sweat flew on me as I received his fury.
“Fiuuucckkk man, that was fucking incredible!”, I cried.
John traced my ruby red rosebud again and licked it.
“Such an amazing rosebud, faggot! Look how it has grown since the last time we played.”
“Yeah, it keeps getting bigger.”
John pushed it back inside me and before long my pussy was John’s punching bag, using both fists faster and faster, causing me to piss myself. I flipped the pouch of the singlet to expose my junk and every time John punched inside, a torrent of piss sprayed onto my chest. After 8 or 9 times, I was covered in it. I rubbed it all over my chest and abs, on my face, and tasted some of it, too, all while John’s fist was buried inside me.
I knew John was getting winded and my hole was winding down. We both decided on a grand finale. I took to my hands and knees and watched John really slick up his forearms. I was so loose that it was fairly easy for him to push both fists inside me one over the other,
I put the gas mask over my head and John pressed them both inside me, coring me out, until both forearms were almost buried. A double forearm punch out was on John’s agenda, and once I pulled the mask off, it was like pandemonium, I pushed my hips back, matching John’s rhythm, incredibly working myself to a final assgasm which left me flat on the mattress laying in my own piss and cum.
I think I passed out there for a minute as John leaned over me, and caressed the back of my head.
“Holy shit, bud. That was insane! Just rest here as long as you need,
John stayed next to me and we both drank lots of water.
It had to have been 30-40 minutes later when I felt well enough to rinse off in the warm shower and call an uber to take me home.
I’d really taken my cunt to its limits in those three or so hours of hard play. I laid on my bed for a while and drifted off to sleep. That was fucking intense!
