I love my Daddy. He is an older Daddy type, FF top and he loves to PnP. He is of stocky build. His c*** is about 9″ long, thick and wide and gets very hard even when he partys. 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 h**** to go. He came in and quickly undressed as I made him a drink. He was hungry to get into my a**, so we moved into my bedroom where 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** exposed. The Tina was good. I could feel it already and my c*** was quivering with anticipation. I took a hit of poppers and passed it back to him as he also likes to sniff it. I had the grease ready at hand, so he coated both of his hands and his thick c***. My hole felt open and relaxed and he started f******** me slowly, a few fingers first f****** my c***, in and out. He was getting it more loose and hungry. He pushed his d*** in and although I was very open it pinched at first, but a great pinch. I tightened my hole, squeezing his d*** as it slowly slid in. He moaned, growling “F*** yeah.” I squeezed and released my grip, squeezed and released, and he responded by f****** me harder and deeper until he was pounding my a**.
He did this for a while 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 proudly said. 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*** my hole!” I moaned. So he fucked me like that for a bit, just slow rhythm with his hand, getting my c*** 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*** 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***. I moaned in pleasure. He pulled out and my hole was wide open, remarking “Time for a break” so we relaxed a bit. He added another small crystal to the glass pipe and we smoked it together slowly, each taking several puffs. We again did shotguns with the smoke as we wanted to enjoy the drug. Then he handed me the poppers and I took a hit. He resumed f******** me, feeling my hole relax as a consequence of the combined effect of the poppers and the T. He leaned in and kissed me deep. My hole was so relaxed and open, the lips were soft and bloated. He gently rubbed my c*** lips, moist from all the grease, as we both watched some hot guy getting fisted on the TV flat screen. He slid his hard d*** in, f****** me slow and casually.
“Let’s go into the kitchen,” I suggested, so he withdrew, we grabbed our stuff, and once in the kitchen I pulled out one of my bar stools and sat on it, my chest facing the backrest of the seat, my a** positioned so as to hang off the the edge of the seat, legs spread apart, pushing my a** out for his enjoyment. “Let me try something,” he said when standing 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. “Okay, boy,” he said, “I just gave you a little booty bump.” I moaned in approval. Then he lathered his hands with more J-lube mixed with grease and started caressing my a**, gently running his palms on the outside of my hole.
He fucked me with a few fingers, darting in and out of my hole, teasing it for several minutes. I moaned some more as I started to feel the booty bump now take effect. My c*** 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*** was alive and begging for his hand.
He could sense the poppers and the Tina working. He pushed his hand at my c***. 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*** opened up, inviting his invasion. I moaned 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 lust for his arm. My fuckhole was now really feeling the Tina booty bump from earlier. My c*** 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 moaned, “please f*** me from there! F*** my c*** in and out! Let me feel that arm f*** my hungry c***!”
He pulled out quickly but only to the widest point of his wrist as that stretched my hole W I D E. I moaned 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****** 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** in complete bliss. I breathed in more poppers as he just fucked me rapidly like this for several minutes. The rapidness of his arm-f****** was rubbing on my prostate and I had several a*** orgasms. I shuddered and moaned. “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 fucked my c*** like that, just a quarter inch – in and out, in and out. I moaned some more as he knew my c*** 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****** me earlier. He paused and made tiny movements in my a**. I couldn’t tell what he was doing with those extended fingers but every little movement felt incredible. I continued to moan softly. We did this for awhile, time seemed frozen. He was guiding me down, gradually letting my intense pleasures fade off slowly with his arm still inside my very relaxed tunnel.
And then he pulled out completely. His fingers then started caressing 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**, 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 poppers-soaked 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***. 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*** with his tongue. He was moaning louder than me as he thoroughly enjoyed eating my a**. It was so soft and liquid at this point. He would pull out his tongue then tease my asslips slowly again, just licking the bloated lips with the tip of his tongue. At this point I had realized what had happened as the Tina gave a momentary burn and started to have effect on both of us. The burn faded quickly, covered by the intense pleasure he was giving me with his tongue to my fuckhole that was intensely sensitive. For me, my hole was even more relaxed, inviting, hungrier. I felt so open for him, my a** 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***. 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, f******** 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 fucked his hole. We laid in bed watching the hot action as he caressed and gently played with my very open fuckhole. 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 moaned 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 d****, medium in girth and about 18″ in length. He greased it up and introduced it to my very open hole. It slipped in easily as I moaned. “Do some poppers.” he instructed. I did as he asked and he gently pushed the snake up my still hungry c***. It entered easily as I could feel my hole swallow it up. “WOW! F*** 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 d**** 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 fucked my hole with the d****, pulling it out slowly. That felt great as my sensitive tunnel could feel it slide out. It was just the right girth that and smoothness that it would glide along my prostate. I had spasms from the intensity. 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 fucked me like this for awhile, slow, taking our time as we watched the f****** DVD. I was just smiled widely and remarked “I love taking breaks.” With that I over, giving him a deep kiss as the snake slid back in my hole.
He fucked my hole with the black d**** for some time, continuously kissing me. After awhile, however, he pulled out the toy and tossed it aside, but kept playing with my hole, softly caressing the bloated lips and teasing my sensitive insides. Every now and then he would insert his d*** – still super hard – and f*** me slowly while kissing my neck, squeezing my n******, biting softly on my ear, just driving me wild. “Do you have an A-frame ladder?” he whispered into my ear. I looked at him, thought for a second, and replied “Yeah, actually I do.” A few minutes later the ladder was in position, with the top fold-down shelf open in position – but instead of paint cans resting on it I placed a bottle of poppers and my poppers rag, the lube placed on a nearby side table. We positioned the ladder near my bedroom mirror, angled just right so I could get a great view of my hole in action. “Let’s smoke another bowl,” he suggested. We lit up and again exchanged the nasty smoke between us, doing shotguns mixed with lusty kisses, his free hand constantly feeling up my sloppy c***. “Mmm…that feels so f*****’ good,” I moaned. “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** out and dropped my torso letting gravity do its thing. From the mirror I could see my a** lips protruding and just hanging loose, relaxed and ready. He smiled into the mirror catching my gaze in the reflection. “One more thing,” he said, reaching over and locating and carefully opening the bag of Tina. 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. Then he smiled at me in the mirror, remarking “I think I want your hole REALLY sloppy and hungry. LET’S MAKE YOUR SLUTTY C*** BEG FOR THIS!!!”
I grabbed the poppers towel and soaked it with a fresh 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 man p**** with the Tina dust. He pushed his finger as deeply as it could go and slowly turned it side to side, leaving it in there for a minute or so as he caressed my hole. He slid another finger in, fucked my hole in and out, then adding another finger until he had four inside my a**. Four fingers from his other hand joined in. WHOA!!! That was feeling f****** amazing as he stretched the walls of my hole. There was again the momentary burn, but it was a fantastic heat. From the mirror I could see both of his 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*** 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***.
I was in ecstasy. I was so relaxed and high; I just felt massively full and complete in my hole. He fucked 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** to give him more access. I looked in the mirror and couldn’t believe what I was seeing: both of his hands f****** my very stretched hole. His hands were locked in a prayer hold, just f****** my hole super S L O W, 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**. It just felt so amazing and full. He looked at the reflection in the mirror. “F***!!! YOUR HOLE IS SO F****** INCREDIBLE!” He pushed in further about three inches past the wrist. I could feel the volume inside me, large with its weight and volume, 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***. Then he pushed back in, then pulled again, never taking his hands completely out. My hole looked obscenely large as the hands would pull down. He did this for awhile as I moaned over and over, then very slowly he slid his right hand down along the left arm and pulled it out of my c***. 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 fucked 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** at him. I was enjoying the f****** 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 repeated the earlier f****** pattern. I kept looking at the reflection in the mirror: it was a f****** hot scene like something from one of my FF p*** DVDs!
Time slipped away.
Eventually his arm tired out. “Hold on,” he said, as he pulled out. He wiped my a** 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: r******, licking, kissing, making love to my soft c*** with his tongue. “Let’s get back to the bed’,” he suggested.
He helped me down from the ladder. We grabbed our s*** and moved into the bedroom. I laid in bed on my stomach, the FF DVD was still playing on the screen: some amazing hole on the screen up on a sit sling, legs wide open with an arm piston f****** the bottom. We both breathed in more poppers and he slid behind me, down to my a**. He continued to rim me; it was like we were making out softly, except it was his mouth and my hole. He was bringing me down from the evening and all our partying. He was making love to my hole. He alternated with his tongue and his fingers, just caressing my a** lips, running his index finger along my crack softly, teasing it. I just moaned and moaned. Everything felt so pleasurable. I was exhausted but my hole was still h****. He moved on top of me and inserted his still hard d*** and started to f*** me slowly. Then he would pull out and continue to finger me until we both drifted off into sleep.
