Episode Four: Means to an end

Hazel’s curiosity was infectious. And she was not going to stop now.

A week later we were enjoying a prolonged session and the next barrier was crossed.

I was inside her and we were enjoying a good, conventional, missionary fuck. I looked lustfully down at her and she returned my gaze, unblinking.

“I’m going to finger-fuck your arse.”

It was a statement not a question. Her look was defiant and cheeky. She knew I couldn’t refuse and I knew she knew. I nodded.

She slowly put a finger to her mouth and licked it lasciviously. Her gaze was steady and a confident smile crossed her lips.

“Ready?”

“Yup”

Her slicked finger pressed down on my anus. I tried to relax and she slid inside. She kept sliding in and started to move it. Once the initial urge to squeeze had passed, it felt good. Very good.

My cock hardened perceptibly -it had been hard already - we were fucking after all, but Hazel's magic finger had an amazing effect. It was as though it was boring into the core of me. It was somehow inside my cock now, controlling it.

Her hand dictated my rhythm. I was moving at her insistence. I became her fuck-toy. Our eyes met again.

“Keep going for me Big Boy.”

I was powerless to refuse. Her orgasm was approaching and it was going to be a good one. Her finger was moving in me, just as if it could have been moving in her own cunt.

This was what sex should be. “If it’s not dirty, you’re not doing it right”, Woody Allen had said. Hazel was dirty and she was doing it right.

We came and collapsed. She removed her finger and looked at it, smirking.

“That was good; we’ll have to do it again.”