Date: Sun, 8 May 2011 12:53:47 -0700
From: mr married <mwm94010@gmail.com>
Subject: Swap Fuck Part 3

These stories are fiction, and as such, I've left out the safe sex
part. Always practice safe sex - don't put yourself and those you love at
risk.

I'd love to hear from anyone who likes these stories, and if you are in the
SF area and interested in swapping, I'd like to try making my fantasies a
little more real...although not so extreme as these stories get
sometimes...

mwm94010@gmail.com

I wasn't sure if there would be a third swap fuck with this guy, but after
a week or two we managed to agree on a third session. I really looked
forward to this, since it meant I was going to get fucked again.

He told me to not bother with the enema this time, since I didn't really
know how to do it anyway after the mess I had made the first time.

I arrived at his house again in the morning, slipping away from work with
some made up excuse. He showed me in but this time, instead of the bedroom,
he led me into a bathroom and told me to strip.

The bathroom had an old clawfoot bathtub, and, I noted, a hose attachment
on the tub spout. I quickly stripped down, as did he, and he told me to get
in the tub and stretch my legs off over the edges. It was a long reach, but
I managed to do it. I felt really stretched, whith my legs at the knee
hanging on either side, and my butt hanging down over the tub. He then had
me lean forward and lay over the far end of the tub and hold myself up over
the end of the tub. My butt sagged in the middle, my balls hanging down low
and my butt yawning open, held open by the uncomfortable position my legs
were in.

I could feel my asshole impossibly stretched and exposed open, with my
balls totally accessible. I could see where this was going. He knelt down
next to the tub just behind me, where he had total access to my splayed
buttocks. He unhooked the hose which had a garden-type gun nozzle attached
to it. He ran the nozzle a little and adjusted the bathtub faucet until he
had the tempeture set just how he wanted it.

He hosed down his hands and my crack, then put the nozzle down and soaped
up his hands. WOrking his soapy hands into my cheeks, he'd occasionally run
a finger or two up my butt. Damn, it felt good. Again, like before, it was
a tease. After getting my butt nice and clean he started roughly on my
balls, using much more force than needed to scrub them clean.

Squeezing them, slapping them, and pulling on them, they were as clean as
they were ever going to be. The attention got my dick hard and it jutted
out from my balls, and, like them, it hung down and away from my splayed
crotch, totally accessible.

He grabbed the nozzle with one hand and started to slap my balls harder and
harder like two mini-punching bags, while working them and my hole over
with the water coming out under some hard pressure from the hose.As he
played the jet over my ass, it being as tretched out as it was, I could
feel the jet stream opening my hole and the water shooting right into my
butt. As my butt got fuller and fuller from the water shooting in, he
worked his fingers occasionally into my hole, sometimes letting some of the
water shoot back out from between his fingers and sometimes using the
nozzle to shoot more water back into my ass. He kept up the slapping of my
balls, hitting them especially harder when the water seemed to fill my butt
up the most.

WHen the water would shoot out of my ass, he would wash it down the drain
with the hose, like cleaning a garage floor. As he did this for ten minutes
or more, my butt seemed to feel increasingly cleaned out. The water play on
my hole got more intense and it seemed the water was shooting in via the
hose at the same time the pressure in my butt was pushing it back out...as
my hole opened up it was like hosing out a bottle.

After ten or so minutes of this he pulled out some sort of device I'd never
seen before. It was a thin flexible rod about the width of your pinky, but
it had what seemed like a ping pong ball-shaped rubber ball at the
end. DIsturbingly, the rod was about 16 inches long...After my last session
for a day or so my hole felt like it had been permanently stretched and I
had to be careful about keeping my butt clinched for fear of soiling my
shorts. God knows what that thing would do to my hole.

He set down the hose for a second and grabbed a couple fingers of vasaline
out of a jar and coated the ball with a thick coat of lubricant, then
worked a little of it down some length of the rod it was attached to.

He positioned the thing at my hole and started to push it in. It felt too
big to go in, at least without working it some, but he didn't seem to care
and just kept on pushing, the widest part really stretching me, hurting me,
but he didn't relent and just kept on pushing it, hard. I jumped, and tried
to get away,but with my legs stretched out so far, and my weight pulling me
down into the tub, there was no getting away and I just took it. After the
pain it just slipped in, with not a little relief.

"That wasn't so bad...you should have seen your hole stretch around that,
it just popped right thru" he laughed. "Let's see that again." He let it go
and whacked my balls, still hanging down, totally exposed, with the back of
his hand, then quickly pulled it out again, and although the pain wasn't so
bad, I still felt it. He pulled it out just past my hole and then shoved it
right back thru. It went in easier this time, and he pulled it right back
out again, then shoved it back in yet again. He sat there for five minutes,
pulling it out and pushing it back in, over and over again, every few times
whacking my balls with the back of his hand. My balls seemed to swell, and
the dull ache of bashed balls took my mind off the abuse my hole was
undergoing.

Eventually, he tired of it, or my hole was opened enough that the
resistance my hole put up, or didn't put up anymore, bored him. He stuck a
finger in alongside thethin rod and pushed the device's big end around
some, pulling it out partway so it was coming out of my hole while his
finger was still lodged in it, stretching me even more.

After subjecting my hole to that torture, he left the big end of the device
stretching my hole and pulled his finger out and backhanded my balls good
and hard - my hole clinched up with the pain and the device got sucked back
in, much to my relief.

He grabbed the thin rod sticking out of my rear with two hands and started
to feed it into my butt, farther and farther. I felt it stretching me as it
went, working its way farther and farther. As it bottomed out, about ten
inches in or so, he pulled it back out to where the bulb hit my ring, then
changed direction and shoved it right back up - I groaned, ahhhhh, god,
that felt good.

"Like that, huh?'

He did it again, shoving harder, ramming it against my inner hole, it must
have been a foot up my butt. He let go of the end and started slapping my
balls. Slapping them hard. The blows made me clinch my butt in pain, and I
could feel the thing working its way out.

He kept slapping my balls with one hand, and reached down for the nozzle
with the other. He aimed it at my hole and blasted it on full, the water
running right up my now stretched out hole, filling my bowels with water,
filling beyond full, bloating my colon, and then running back out from the
pressure. He let off slapping my balls and grabbed the rod and yanked,
hard. The water, driven by the bulb at the end of the rod, came gushing out
into the bathtub.

"Oh, there's a mess" he said, as he let go the rod, picked up the nozzle,
and hosed off my butt and the bathtub, chasing whatever he had pulled out
of my butt down the drain with the hose.

Then he went at my butt again with the rod, shoving it in, pulling it out,
driving me crazy with the motion, with the friction, with the impact of it
hitting my inner ring.

"We'll have to get thru that" he said, as he started to increase the
pressure with a back and forth motion, deep down in my butt, slowing
workign my inner ring open with the ping pong ball-sized bulb.

I just groaned all the more...would this ever end, I was thinking, along
with the thought that I didn't want it to end. I let go with one of my
hands holding me up, and reached down to my dick...it was limp, but I
pulled at it anyway.

"Like that, do you?" he said, then gave a big shove and popped that damn
thing right thru my inner ring.

"Oh god" I said, as the cramps started..."you can't do that!"

But he would have none of that. He ripped it back out thru my inner ring,
then shoved it right back up there, and then three or four inches in,
besides. It felt like he was packing my butt, forcing whatever was in there
deep, deeper, cramping me up something fierce.

"Feels like there might be more to clean out up there" he said. He pulled
it back out to my inner ring, then shoved it back in all it would go, then
started pumping it in and out. Ahhhhhhhh, god, I didn't know what to think,
but it sure felt good.

He whacked my balls again, real hard, then picked up the hose and aimed it
real close and turned it on full blast. I could feel my colon fill up, then
the pressure force the water past the second ring, now pretty well
stretched out, and fill me up deep inside. I was overcome with a need to
expel. I felt full and ready to void, a pleasing feeling, like I was just
about to take a titantic dump, but then the water just kept on filling me,
bloating me, giving me that uncomfortable feeling I had to shit bad.

"Feeling full in there?" he laughed. "Lemme fix that..."

He stopped with the water and yanked the plug out, pulling all the water
ahead of it out in a giant gush, then he snaked the thing back in, deep,
drawing a moan from me, making me feel cruelly reamed. It snaked it out a
few times, pulling more water out with a splash into the tub, and forcing
more water deep into my bowls.

"Wait for this, this is where it gets good" he said.

He pulled the rod out, lodging the giant bulb just inside my hole,
straining to get out. He then took the nozzle and dipped the tip into the
jar of vasaline and shoved the nozzle up my butt and turned it on full
blast.

The water shot past the bulb, thru my now stretched out inner ring, and I
felt myself fill up deep inside, giving me rush of pressure that about had
me coming, but then quickly turned to cramping as the water became to much.

As I started to spasm, he felt me jump, and suddenly turned off the nozzle
and ripped it from my ass. He then grabbed the rod with two hands and
quickly shoved it home, pushing the water even deeper, deeper as the bulb
hit my inner ring and just kept on going. I groaned even more, taken away
by the pain of the cramps, incredibly deeper than before.

As he set the bulb as deep as it would go he took one hand and backhanded
my balls with all his might, sending me in to a paroxysm of pain/pleasure.

"I think you are clean enough now" he said, as he stood up and stepped over
into the tub, lining his hard dick up with my ass. He reached over and
grabbed a dollop of vasaline and smeared the tip with it.

He shoved his dick in in one go, slipping it in alongside the device he
still had up my butt, but as it was well over a foot up my butt to the
bulb, it didn't feel like too much.

He started to fuck with some gusto, pumping back and forth, which felt
great, and helped take my mind off the cramping.

But soon, as he was fucking my, he started pulling and pushing the rod,
slowly, hitting me with the pressure of the water shoved deeper, then
pulling, giving me relief and the fantastic feeling of the bulb passing out
thru y inner ring.

It was an amazing feeling of being fucked by two dicks, one in front of the
other, ploughing me at different rhythms, different speeds.

He did this for a few minutes, relentlessly driving me crazy, then, while
still fucking me, he started to pull the rod all the way out.

First I could feel it alongside his dick, while his dick pistoned me, then
I could feel it at my outer ring, trying to squeeze thru while his dick was
still piercing me.

As his dick pumped out, it would seem to draw the bulb out some, and then
when he reversed direction of his pumping me, he'd hold the rod steady and
let his dick slide by, then when he pistoned out the next time, he'd pull
the bulb out a little farther.

I could feel my hole stretch tighter and tighter, like he was shoving two
dicks up my hole at the same time, but one of the dicks was coming from
inside.

As the biggest part of the bulb reached the tightest part of my hole, as it
was forced to distend around his dick AND this giant bulb, I could feel his
heat building, as his dick was held in a death grip by my ass, but then he
stopped, mid fuck, and started pumping the damn bulb back and forth in my
hole, driving me nuts, but giving himself a chance to recover his control.

"Ha ha" he said, "It's not over yet, buddy"

And out popped the bulb, which he dropped in the tub.

Then he started to fuck me in earnest, grabbing my hips, and pumping away.

I felt truelly used, and abused, and I finally just gave up my ass to him,
dropped my hand that was still pumping my limp dick, and just turned to
mush, opening my butt up to whatever he wanted, my distended rings, both
outer and inner, giving up and hanging loose, letting the water still
rammed as far up my butt as I could feel gush out around his still pumping
dick.

He pumped in and out about ten or fifteen more times, each thrust
accompanied by the gush and splash of water as he fucked it all out of me,
me just hanging there, not even having to push as he pumped me dry.

After the water trailed off, he started really working my butt, pumping me
in a frenzy for a few more minutes until at last coming inside me.