When he finally entered me I hiccupped a curse and clutched the bed sheets as that weapon of a cock split me apart.
“Oh fuck.Oh fuck.”
He went deep, then pulled almost all the way out and slid back in.
“Tell me how that feels, Rooster.Having my cock inside you…”
“Like I’ve got a tree trunk up my arse.”
He chuckled, then moaned.“Lovely.Let’s try this…”
I wondered what he meant, then felt him pull part-way out.Something poked at my rim and circled his buried cock.
“What are you…”
“Can you take my finger and my cock?”
My brain exploded.“I…what?”
I felt the tip of his finger rubbing me and pushing at me and I didn’t think the idea would work and I wondered how the manoeuvre would feel.And then his finger went in.
My arsehole stretched impossibly, and I wondered as to the point of the whole thing, except that Dinesh got quite excited.
“Oh my God.Yes, yes.Look at you.”
He slid his finger into me beside his cock, and the sensation was strange and indescribable.I gave myself up to him and his wants as he fucked me with his cock and one finger.He moved slowly at first and then faster, until with a groan he finished and collapsed over me with an ecstatic cry, the digit still buried in my arse beside his twitching cock.
I groaned, trying to rub myself off against the mattress and almost there, when Dinesh withdrew his cock and slipped three fingers in.
“Tend to yourself, Rooster.I want to watch you finish like this.”
I leaned to the side and found my cock with my hand, pulling and jerking as Dinesh fucked me with his fingers and stroked that particular spot.I spent with a curse and a yell, my muscles tensing, my body jerking uncontrollably as the pleasure took me.
Dinesh collapsed on the bed beside me and threw an affectionate arm over my back.
“You are a treasure.I’ve never done that before.”
“Fucked a man with more than your cock, you mean?”
“Yes.What else would I mean?”He gazed at me.“Haveyoudone that before?”
“Oh, aye, that was my specialty on Jamaica.Only sometimes the fella’s mate would do the honours.”
The look on his face.
“Nah, I’m only joking.I ain’t ever done that before.”
Dinesh sighed and laughed, staring at the ceiling.“You are trouble, you are.”
“I told you that.And you married me.”
“Oh God, what have I done?”he asked, slapping a hand over his eyes.
I turned and leaned over him, prying his hand up so I could give him a shit-eating grin.
“Made the best move of your life?”
“Clearly.”
