Chapter 10 - Fist F.u.c.k.i.n.g Daddy

He is an older Dad type, FF top and he loves to PnP. He is of stocky build. His c.o.c.k is about 9" long, thick and wide and gets very hard even when he parties. When I see him I immediately get turned on. He is so my type.

He came over to my apartment in Brooklyn. I was already cleaned out and horny to go. He came in and quickly undressed as I made him a drink. He was hungry to get into my a.s.s.

We went into my bedroom. I had a hot FF DVD playing to add to the mood. He took out a small bag of Tina that he brought with him and we smoked it in my glass pipe, doing shotguns with the nasty smoke. We kissed each other as he fingered my hole. "Get on the bed and let me get to your hole," he commanded. I got on my knees with my a.s.s exposed. The Tina was good. I could feel it already and my c.u.n.t was quivering with anticipation. I took a hit of poppers and passed it back to him as he liked a sniff of it also. I had the grease ready beside us so he coated both of his hands and his thick c.o.c.k.

My hole felt open and relaxed and he started fingering me slowly, a few fingers first f.u.c.k.i.n.g my c.u.n.t, in and out. He was getting it more loose and hungry. He pushed his d.i.c.k in and although I was very open it pinched at first. But a great pinch. I tightened my hole, squeezing his d.i.c.k as it slowly slid in. He m.o.a.n.e.d. "F.u.c.k yeah," he growled. I squeezed and released my grip, squeezed and released. He f.u.c.k.e.d me harder and deeper until he was pounding my a.s.s.

He did this for awhile as I did more poppers and my hole relaxed further.

Then he pulled out quickly and easily slid four fingers in my hole. "Nice and open," he said, proudly. He now had his left hand going in slowly to the widest point of his hand, just leaving it in my hole letting it get used to the width. "Oh yeah, do that slow and f.u.c.k my hole!" I m.o.a.n.e.d. So he f.u.c.k.e.d me like that for a bit, just slow rhythm with his hand, getting my c.u.n.t bigger and hungrier. I soaked some poppers on a small towel and then chewed on it breathing in the fumes. That did the trick. My hole just relaxed and his hand slid right in. Yeah.

He fisted me in that position for about a half hour. He stretched out my c.u.n.t lips as it wrapped around his wrist. He knew I liked that. He would almost pull his hand out, stretching my hole, then leave his hand stationary for a few seconds at the widest point - really stretching my c.u.n.t. I was m.o.a.ning in p.l.e.a.s.u.r.e. He pulled out and my hole was wide open. "Time for a break," he said.

We relaxed a bit. He added another small crystal to the glass pipe and we smoked it together slowly, taking several puffs each. We again did shotguns with the smoke as we wanted to enjoy the drug. He handed me the poppers and i took a hit. Then he fingered me, feeling my hole relax, the combination of the T affecting me.

He leaned in and kissed me deep. My hole was so relaxed and open, the lips were soft and bloated. He gently rubbed the c.u.n.t lips, moist from all the grease. We did this as some hot guy was getting fisted on the TV flatscreen. He slid his hard d.i.c.k in, f.u.c.k.i.n.g me slow and casually.

"Let's go into the kitchen," I said. We grabbed our stuff. I pulled out one of my bar stools and sat on it with my c.h.e.s.t facing the backrest of the seat. I positioned myself so my a.s.s was hanging off the the edge of the seat, legs spread apart, pushing my a.s.s out.

"Let me try something," he said behind me. I could hear him fumbling with his small bag of T then a few seconds later he inserted a finger deep into my hole and left it inside for a minute. "OK Boy," he said, "I just gave you a little booty bump."

I m.o.a.n.e.d.

He lathered his hands with more J-lube mixed with grease and started c.a.r.e.s.sing my a.s.s, running his palms on the outside of my hole gently.

He f.u.c.k.e.d me with a few fingers, darting in and out of my hole, teasing it. I m.o.a.n.e.d some more as I started to feel the booty bump now take effect. My c.u.n.t felt so good and loose and hungrier than ever. "Take a deep hit of your poppers," he commanded. I put the soaked towel in my mouth and started taking deep, long breaths. My c.u.n.t was alive and begging for his hand.

He could sense the poppers and the Tina working. He pushed his hand at my c.u.n.t. My hole had a momentary pause of tightness at his abruptness but I took another deep breath of the poppers-soaked towel in my mouth and exhaled deeply. The effect was immediate as my c.u.n.t opened up, inviting his invasion.

I m.o.a.n.e.d loudly. He went in deeper now knowing I could take it, sensing how relaxed my soft tunnel had become. He got in deeper slowly, testing my resilience which only indicated further l.u.s.t for his arm. My c.u.n.t was now really feeling the Tina booty bump from earlier. My c.u.n.t was very hungry and it needed to be fed. He slowly went deeper inch by inch, minute by minute. He would creep in, pause and let my hole relax to the further depth of his arm. I would take more poppers hits and he would sense my hole relaxing more as an invitation to progress further. "Oh yeah," I m.o.a.n.e.d, "please f.u.c.k me from there! F.u.c.k my c.u.n.t in and out! Let me feel that arm f.u.c.k my hungry cunt!"

He pulled out quickly but only to the widest point of his wrist as that stretched my hole wide. I m.o.a.n.e.d even more as he then quickly plunged his arm back in to the last depth. Then he repeated this action, pulling almost out, then f.u.c.k.i.n.g me again with his arm, inching in just a bit further than before. I could really feel my hole taking his arm as I squirmed, my a.s.s in complete bliss. I breathed in more poppers as he just f.u.c.k.e.d me rapidly like this for several minutes. The rapidness of his arm f.u.c.k.i.n.g was rubbing on my prostate and I had several anal o.r.g.a.s.ms. I shuddered and m.o.a.n.e.d.

"Ahhh.....please stop for a minute," I pleaded. My hole couldn't take anymore. He slowly pulled out, as he did, he paused again at the widest point of his hand and slowly f.u.c.k.e.d my c.u.n.t like that, just a quarter inch in and out, in and out. I m.o.a.n.e.d some more as he knew my c.u.n.t loved that.

Then he would slowly go deep into my cavity with his fingers extended and let it rest at the deepest point he had been arm-f.u.c.k.i.n.g me earlier. He paused and made tiny movements in my a.s.s. I couldn't tell what he was doing with those extended fingers but every little movement felt incredible. I continued to m.o.a.n softly. We did this for awhile, time seemed frozen. He was guiding me down, gradually letting my intense p.l.e.a.s.u.r.es fade off slowly with his arm still inside my very relaxed tunnel.

And then he pulled out completely. His fingers then started c.a.r.e.s.sing my bloated asslips, just teasing it and slowly bringing me down from my excitement to catch my breath.

"Stay there," he instructed. He grabbed a towel and carefully with soft, slow movements wiped my a.s.s, cleaning off excess lube and grease. "Give me a hit of the poppers," he instructed, "and then take another hit for yourself.". I passed the towel to him and heard him inhale for a few seconds. And then he passed the towel back to me and I did the same. He reached over and kissed my c.u.n.t. He did this slowly, just his lips touching my asslips. Only the tip of his tongue would slowly slide against my asslips.

The touch was so slight, so subtle, so electric with all my senses heightened from the poppers and Tina. And then he inserted his tongue and I squirmed feeling it go in my soft, velvety hole. What I had not realized was he placed a small bit of crystal on his tongue which was being pushed into my hole. He made slow love to my c.u.n.t with his tongue. He was m.o.a.ning louder than me as he thoroughly enjoyed eating my a.s.s. It was so soft and liquid at this point. He would pull out his tongue then tease my asslips slowly again, just l.i.c.k.i.n.g the bloated lips with the tip of his tongue.

The Tina started to have effect on both of us. For me, my hole was even more relaxed, inviting, hungrier. I felt so open for him, my a.s.s was a feast for his tongue to devour. He did all sorts of moves with his tongue and mouth and my hole just felt so soft, so loved. I was in ecstasy. And so was he. He loved to eat my sloppy c.u.n.t. We did this for a good while that I lost track of time as It happens with crystal. I would just breath the poppers and be in a complete relaxed state. Eventually he tired out. "Okay I think it is time for another break," he said, fingering my hole.

We gathered all the gear and went back into the bedroom where a FF DVD was still playing. On the tv some hot bottom was sitting on a chair, legs spread wide as an armed f.u.c.k.e.d his hole. We laid in bed watching the hot action as he c.a.r.e.s.sed and gently played with my very open c.u.n.t. I would watch the TV and just get hornier and relaxed, the Tina and all the previous poppers hits still flying in my body. I spread my legs further as he continued to play with my hole. "Man you have no idea how amazing your hole feels right now," he said. I m.o.a.n.e.d some more and closed my eyes.

He grabbed one of my various toys near the bed. He selected one of my favorites, a loose silicone, flexible, black dildo, medium in girth and about 18" in length. He greased it up and introduced it to my still open hole. It slipped in easily as I m.o.a.n.e.d. "Do some poppers." he instructed. I did as he asked and he gently pushed the snake up my still hungry c.u.n.t. It entered easily as I could feel my hole swallow it up. "WOW! F.U.C.K MAN!" he exclaimed. "You are just TAKING IT!!!" I loved this toy! It's not super wide or firm so it bends to match and slide into my sloppy tunnel. I could actually feel it go deeper as it curved with the bends of my deeper colon.

He now had almost all of the dildo inside my hole but left about 2" for him to hold onto. "Take another breath," he said. I inhaled the poppers and immediately loosened up more. He f.u.c.k.e.d my hole with the dildo, pulling it out slowly. That felt great as my s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e tunnel could feel it slide out. He pulled all the way out. "WOW!" he said again, laughing. He pushed it back in and this time pushed it ALL in. I was so loose. I realized it was all in. It just felt complete. "Push out," he instructed. I applied a little pressure, exhaling. The long snake slid out. He pushed it back in, about two thirds into my hungry tunnel. Then he pulled it out almost all the way and them back in to the end. He f.u.c.k.e.d me like this for awhile, slow, taking our time as we watched the fisting DVD. I was just m.o.a.ning even more. "I love taking breaks," I said smiling at him. I leaned in and gave him a deep kiss as the snake slid back in my hole.

He f.u.c.k.e.d my hole with the black dildo for some time, kissing me. After awhile, he pulled out the toy and tossed it aside. He just kept playing with my hole, softly c.a.r.e.s.sing the bloated lips and teasing my s.e.n.s.i.t.i.v.e insides. Every now and then he would insert his d.i.c.k - still super hard and f.u.c.k me slowly while kissing my neck, squeezing my n.i.p.p.l.es.

"Do you have a ladder?" he asked. I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah, actually I do."

A few minutes later we had my ladder out. It's the type like painters use so we had the top fold-down shelf open in position - but instead of paint cans resting on it I had a bottle of poppers and my poppers rag. We positioned the ladder near my bedroom mirror, angled just right so I could get a great view of my hole in action. We had all the lube ready on a side table.

"Let's smoke another bowl," he suggested. We lit up and again exchanged the nasty smoke between us, doing shotguns mixed with l.u.s.ty kisses, his free hand constantly feeling up my sloppy c.u.n.t. "Mmm...that feels so f.u.c.kin' good," I m.o.a.n.e.d.

"Get up there," he commanded and I climbed up the ladder. He helped me up as I positioned myself nearest the top step. I got myself in place, got comfortable, held onto the ladder and pushed my a.s.s out and dropped my torso letting gravity do its thing. From the mirror I could see my asslips portruding and just hanging loose, relaxed and ready. He smiled into the mirror catching my gaze in the reflection.

"One more thing," he said. He reached over and found the bag of Tina and carefully opened it. From the reflection in the mirror I could see him lick the tip of his index finger. He carefully dipped that finger in the bag and lightly coated it with small Tina particles and dust. He smiled at me in the mirror. "I think I want your hole REALLY sloppy and hungry. LETS MAKE YOUR S.L.U.TTY C.U.N.T BEG FOR THIS!!!"

I grabbed the poppers towel and soaked it with a dose from the bottle. I placed it in my mouth and slowly started breathing in, taking deep, long breaths. He placed his index finger in my hole coating the inner walls of my manp.u.s.s.y with the Tina dust. He pushed his finger as deep as it could go and slowly turned it side to side, leaving it in there for a minute or so as he c.a.r.e.s.sed my hole. He slid another finger in, f.u.c.k.e.d my hole in and out. Then another finger until he had four inside me. Four fingers from his other hand joined in. WHOA !!! That was feeling f.u.c.k.i.n.g amazing as he stretched the walls of my hole. From the mirror I could see both hands spreading my hole, He would pull it wide apart, leave it stretched like that for a bit as I took deep breaths.

My c.u.n.t was now feeling the Tina booty coating from earlier. It was responding to his stretching, tense for a second, then my hole would relax as his fingers did their magic. "Breathe that rag deeper Boy!" He commanded. I did as I was told and my hole followed, opening up more, completely relaxed. He pushed and both his hands slid into my c.u.n.t. I was in ecstasy. I was so relaxed and high so I just felt massively full and complete in my hole. He f.u.c.k.e.d me slowly going in and out - not going deeper - just a slow, loving rhythm. I took more hits from the poppers rag and twitched my a.s.s to give him more access. I looked in the mirror and couldn't believe what I was seeing: both of his hands f.u.c.k.i.n.g my very stretched hole.

His hands were locked in a prayer hold, just f.u.c.k.i.n.g my hole slowly, in and out. He wasn't going for depth, just width. My hole was so relaxed that his two hands seemed totally normal up my a.s.s. It just felt so amazing and full. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. "F.U.C.K!!! YOUR HOLE IS SO F.U.C.K.I.N.G INCREDIBLE!"

He pushed in further about three inches past the wrist. I could feel the volume inside me, large but not uncomfortable. I wanted this so bad and was so relaxed that it just felt normal, easy. I looked at the reflection and was in awe. I breathed in more poppers and he felt my hole open up more. He pulled down slowly so both hands started to peek out of my hole, really stretching my c.u.n.t. Then he pushed back in, then pulled again, never taking his hands completely out.

My hole looked o.b.s.c.e.n.ely large as the hands would pull down. He did this for awhile as I m.o.a.n.e.d. Then very slowly he slid his right hand down along the left arm and pulled it out of my c.u.n.t. WOW my hole felt empty despite the other hand inside me! He pushed his left hand in further going deep now. I breathed in more poppers. He went deeper, further than he had earlier. I stared at the reflection and could see his arm snake into my hole. It was deeper now beyond his forearm, almost to the elbow.

He f.u.c.k.e.d me like that just going in and out, in and out but never pulling his entire arm out. He would adjust the pace. Slow at times, then rapid, then back to a slow rhythm. I was wiggling my a.s.s at him. I was enjoying the f.u.c.k.i.n.g ride. He started to slide the fingers of his other hand in my hole while pulling out his left arm. His right arm replaced the left and he repeats the earlier f.u.c.k.i.n.g pattern. I kept looking at the reflection in the mirror. It was a f.u.c.k.i.n.g hot scene like something from one of my FF p.o.r.n DVDs!

Time slipped away.

Eventually his arm tired out. "Hold on," he said, as he pulled out. He wiped my a.s.s and hole with a towel. "Give me a hit of the poppers," he asked. I handed him the rag and he took a deep breath from it then passed it back to me and I did the same. And then he just dug into my hole with his mouth: rimming, l.i.c.k.i.n.g, kissing, m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e to my soft c.u.n.t with his tongue. "Let's get back to the bed'," he suggested.

He was m.a.k.i.n.g. .l.o.v.e to my hole. He alternated with his tongue and his fingers, just c.a.r.e.s.sing my asslips, running his index finger along my crack softly, teasing it. I just m.o.a.n.e.d and m.o.a.n.e.d. Everything felt so pleasurable. I was exhausted but my hole was still horny. He moved on top of me and inserted his still-hard d.i.c.k and started to f.u.c.k me slowly. Then he would pull out and continue to finger me until we both drifted off into sleep.