‘Yes, spank me. Harder.’
Cole did as he was told, sliding his cock out further and then spanking her hard as he slid back in.
‘Harder,’ she said.
Smack.
‘Harder.’
SMACK.
As his hand hit her ass for the third time, Elsie came.
It was sudden and unexpected and utterly overwhelming. Her body tensed and writhed and shook and convulsed as a powerful orgasm ripped through her and then to her surprise and to Cole’s, she squirted.
Cole had to slow down to stop himself from cumming too soon and as he did so, Elsie’s ass contracted and he slid out of her suddenly and abruptly.
She fell forward onto the bed and curled up into a small ball as she shook and quivered, hugging her knees tight.
Cole stood, erect and twitching at the edge of the bed, desperately trying not to cum, sweat on his forehead, his hands shaking and his mouth wide as he watched his wife orgasm in front of him. It took all of his self control not to explode all over her naked, beautiful body.
Slowly he knelt on the side of the bed and crept in beside her, curling around her and holding her tight in his arms as she shuddered and whimpered. He kissed her neck and shoulders and squeezed her arms with his hands as her breathing settled.
After a few more deep breathes, she turned to look at him and licked her dry lips.
‘That was amazing,’ she shook her head in disbelief as she smiled. ‘Did you cum?’
Cole shook his head and moved his still hard cock until it came to a rest between her cheeks.
‘Good,’ she said.
She wriggled out of his grip and then lay down flat on the bed and parted her legs.
‘I want you to cum in my ass,’ she said. ‘Fuck me as hard as you like.’
Cole’s face flushed with excitement as he straddled her, sitting across the back of her thighs and looking down at her soaking wet pussy and her glistening ass.
He grabbed the lube again and after kissing his way down her spine he sat back upright and spread more over his cock and fingers before sliding two of them into her ass once more.
For a few seconds he finger fucked her before grabbing hold of his cock and lining it back up between her cheeks, pressing it against her sweet little hole.
Elsie braced herself as he pushed.
It was easier this time, and felt even better than before.
She felt his head pop inside her again as she stretched out for him. Felt it slide past her tight little entrance and up and inside her where there was no end.
He lay down against her back, pushing even deeper into her than before and kissed her neck. Then she felt his fingers close over the top of hers underneath the pillow.
He squeezed them sweetly.
‘I love you,’ he whispered.
She barely managed to say it back, before he started to thrust.
‘I lov- oh yes,’ she said. ‘Fuck yes, yes, yes,’ each affirmation punctuated by the pounding she was getting.
She squeezed his fingers so tight that it hurt, but she didn’t care.
He’d fantasised so many times about fucking her like this. His beautiful wife, flat on the bed, his cock inside her ass, his hands holding hers as he pounded into her and kissed her neck.
‘Harder,’ she said.
Cole didn’t hold back this time.
Elsie’s little ass was slick with lube and there was no resistance now as he ravished her and she screamed and moaned and writhed under him as he did so.
Without pausing, he let go of her fingers and slid his hand down underneath her, grazing her breast and then sliding it down her stomach, past her mound until he found her pussy, and then with a single finger he started to circle her clit.
Elsie reacted instantly, pumping her hips up and down, his fingers pleasuring her as he fucked her ass harder and harder.
She was going to cum again.
Even harder than before.
It was building up this time, and it was coming from a deeper place. Like a super volcano, the pressure was too much and her whole body started to twitch and writhe as Cole kept going. He could sense it too.
Elsie’s mind began to go blank as it spread, like a wave of goosebumps. When she closed her eyes, she saw stars.
She gripped Cole’s fingers, and with her other hand she grabbed hold of the sheets and crumpled them into a tight ball.
It was coming.
Like a train exploding out of a tunnel.
Cole’s fingers suddenly slid down and into her, and that was it. She was over the edge.
Her whole body shook as as she came and then went rigid.
Her back arched, her neck contorted. Her fingers splayed and her toes stretched and tingled.
Every part of her felt like it was floating.
She felt Cole slide out of her again, and for a moment she thought he might still be hard.
Everything was hazy and blissful, as though she was floating amongst the clouds of heaven.
Then Cole was flipping her over.
She opened her eyes and looked at him and smiled as he lay her limp and docile body back down on the bed.
He still had lust in his eyes and she looked down and saw that he was still hard.
He still hadn’t cum.
But she could tell he wanted to.
Now.
She grinned and then parted her legs for him, angling herself up a little so he could get to where he wanted to be.
He moved forward and held himself, grabbing the lube for the last time and lathering his cock with it before guiding himself up to her.
He looked into her eyes now and smiled as he pressed the tip against her opening once more, then he slid into her with such ease that she nearly came again just from the sensation.
He leaned forward and kissed her, wrapping his arms around her as his cock filled her ass and she in turn wrapped her arms and legs around him as tight as she could as he began to thrust.
She buried her face in his shoulders as she felt him bulging inside her and he did the same to her, kissing the nape of her neck and slowly moving up to her ears.
As he reached them, she shook with pleasure and moaned, the noise muffled by his chest as she dug her nails into his back.
‘Cum in my ass,’ she whispered into his ear as he fucked her.
She felt him nod and start to speed up.
Just like when he was about to cum inside her pussy, she felt him grow and stretch inside her, straining as he let loose.
She was going to cum again too, his body was rubbing against her clit as he slid in and out.
Then suddenly, Cole went silent and twitched.
His grip around her tightened and his face pushed deeper into her neck and then he convulsed hard as he came.
She could feel it.
Every twitch, quiver and thrust as he filled her virgin hole with his warmth.
She could feel it like she’d never felt it before.
The head of his cock pulsing as his cum squirted out and into her. Then she came too, just after him. Her eyes closed, her mind blank. Her body writhing beneath his, wriggling and shaking.
Bliss and ecstasy.
Then nothing but pleasure.
Slowly she became aware of her body.
First her fingers and toes, then her legs and arms, then her chest and her neck and head and then gradually all of her seemed to come back into being. It was as though she had floated out of her own body and her soul was now returning and taking back control, sliding back into it like a glove.
She realised how sweaty they both were. Her ass felt warm, and she could feel him softening inside of her, sliding out easily and sweetly as his body succumbed into a deep and gentle slumber.
For a while they just lay in each other’s arms, breathing and shaking. Trembling and cuddling.
After a while, Cole rolled to the side and opened his eyes.
She felt him stroking her cheek and she met his loving gaze.
‘You
did it,’ he said.
‘We did it,’ she smiled.
‘Was it okay?’
Elsie nodded. ‘Better than okay.’
‘Better?’
‘I think the foreplay helped a lot,’ she laughed.
‘Pretty good anniversary present then?’
‘You wait until next year,’ laughed Elsie, thinking about Alice’s offer.
‘So we can do it again?’ said Cole.
‘Yes,’ she laughed. ‘We can do it again.’
‘I love you.’
‘I love you too.’
*
EPILOGUE
ONE WEEK LATER
Elsie stood in the garden, breathing in the fresh morning air of the beautiful spring day that they had woken up to. The trees which surrounded their home swayed gently in the morning breeze, and she marvelled at the tiny droplets of dew which sparkled amongst the millions of fresh new leaves.
Birds flitted between the branches and a squirrel rushed up from the ground and disappeared into the canopy above as though it were being chased by some invisible predator.
She sensed movement behind her, and a moment later Cole’s arms slipped around her waist and she felt his warm breath on her neck as his lips kissed her cheek. He nuzzled into her and she squirmed with delight, taking his hand in hers and turning around to face him.
‘Morning beautiful,’ he said.
‘Hey handsome.’
She ran her hands across the shoulders of his large dressing gown as a cheeky grin flashed across her face. Her palms found his cheeks and she leaned up to kiss him, his hands sliding up her back and stroking the back of her head as their lips locked.
Even through his thick dressing gown, she could feel how hard he was already.
She took half a step back and ran her fingers along the seam of the gown and then slipped her hand inside, groping for him and finding him standing to attention. As her fingers closed around him, she bit his lip softly with her teeth and looked up into his eyes.
He surged in her grip and slid his hands down from her neck, along her spine, across the small of her back and smoothly over the curve of her silk covered bottom where he paused and squeezed.
Elsie, still gazing into his eyes, winked and turned around, pushing her ass up against his now exposed cock. Carefully, she slid him between her cheeks, and Cole looked down in surprise as he felt something hard. His wife’s hands began to shimmy her dressing gown up until it was bunched around her waist and as he looked down at her sweet behind, he saw the little red jewel and smiled.
‘Great minds think alike,’ she said as she led him by the hand over to the picnic table.
She kissed him again, then pulled the small bottle of lube out of her pocket, squirted a little onto her fingers and rubbed it up and down his solid, surging member.
‘Quickly,’ she said as she turned and bent over the table. ‘I need you inside me.’
Cole didn’t hesitate, pushing up against her and pressing the tip of his cock against her sweet little opening.
‘And what is it you’d like me to do, Mrs Winters?’
‘Fuck me in the ass. Right here and right now.’
Cole smiled, braced himself, then pushed his cock inside her hard, as Elsie closed her eyes and moaned.
THE END
KEEP READING for a sample from the sequel to Tushie, and the next book in the Taboo Fantasies series: Muffin: A First Time FFM Ménage Romance
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MUFFIN - SAMPLE
ELSIE‘S FEET CRUNCHED through the frozen grass as she carefully made her way down towards the bird feeder that hung from the old silver birch in the back garden of her country cottage home.
It was mid March, and winter had been particularly brutal this year. Each week however, like clockwork, Elsie would refill the bird feeder with shelled dry-roasted peanuts, sunflower seeds and cracked corn and a week later, the cup would be empty.
Whether it was squirrels, mice or birds feeding from her little cup, it didn’t matter to her, as long as she was helping nature along its course.
As she ambled her way slowly across the freezing, crackling grass her mind began to wander.
It had been almost two year’s since she and her handsome husband Cole had married, and she had never been happier.
Somehow every day seemed better than the last, every week she fell more in love, and every month she felt more and more attracted to him, as though he was somehow ageing like a fine wine.
She could swear she wasn’t the only one too. When they went out together, she would catch other women checking him out. At restaurants, girls would casually glance at him, even if they were out with their dates, or sometimes even their own husbands. In clothes shops girls would turn around to get a second glimpse of him, pretending to be taking a closer look at something garish that would never suit them. In supermarkets, hot mum’s pushing trolleys laden with children would smile at him and linger too long as they walked on by.
She found it invigorating.
Far from feeling jealous or defensive, she loved and basked in the attention he unknowingly garnered. It made her feel proud to be with him, and he was utterly oblivious to it.
She tightened her dressing gown around her waist and pulled it close, shivering in the minus-three chill. Beneath her gown she was wearing a jumper and pyjamas, thick socks and rubber heeled slippers, and yet she still felt cold.
Her gloved fingers fumbled for the cup and then poured in the mixture from her little pre-prepared pouch, filling it to the brim with the assortment of protein feed.
It felt good inviting nature into her little garden, and she smiled as she hooked it back up in the low hanging branches and turned around to walk back to their warm cottage.
Last year, just before their anniversary, they had sat out on a night much warmer than the one they’d had last. Together they had cuddled in their little outdoor snug, looking up at the stars, the fire pit burning a few small logs as they’d held each other and reminisced about their wedding day and how far they’d come in such a short time.
Afterwards they had wandered upstairs and made love. It was passionate, kind and sweet and she had orgasmed fast. Cole had rolled her over as she’d recovered and taken her from behind - her favourite position - and at her request he had gently spanked her too.
Then somehow, as he was moving his hands across her, he had touched her... there.
Her flower, her bud, her button. Her forbidden place.
She was still too embarrassed to call it by anything other than a silly synonym.
Her ass.
And it had felt incredible.
The following night, the night of their anniversary, she had let him take her virginity. Not her actual virginity of course, that was taken by Jimmy Phillips in a muddy field up against a tree during her prom night after-party.
Cole had taken her with respect, kindness and love. He had been gentle, sweet and patient. He had taken it slow and made her feel comfortable and then he had passionately ravished her, making her orgasm so hard that she had seen stars brighter than the night sky.
It had been beautiful.
Through that shared experience they had also become better communicators, talking more openly about their desires and impulses. Both of them had become more willing to push their own boundaries to satisfy and pleasure the other and in doing so they had grown closer.
That one night had changed them.
O
ver the last year they had tried many new things, both in and out of the bedroom. It had been a year of sexual adventure, and it had opened her eyes and her mind to ideas and sensations that she had never known or even considered that she might enjoy. That one night had opened a door to a world of pleasure, and it had brought them closer together and strengthened them.
But there was one thing they hadn’t done, perhaps daren’t, and the idea filled her with a strange, heady mixture of both intense fear and bottom tingling exhilaration.
She felt short of breath every time it crossed her mind... and instantly aroused. Then some deep seated, conservative and rational part of her head would dismiss it entirely.
She took a deep breath.
It billowed out in front of her as she walked and she grinned as she imagined herself as a dragon, breathing great plumes of flame across the landscape and melting castle walls as she swooped and dove. Somehow, she resisted the urge to flap her imaginary wings.
Winter was hanging on this year. It seemed to get longer every year, and more recently Elsie had noticed that the summers were hotter too, and longer than ever before, with roasting hot days lasting well into November. It felt as though the seasons were shifting as she got older. She distinctly remembered several snow filled Decembers from her childhood, her mother trudging through the packed ice on the way to school as she pulled her and her little sister along on an old wooden sled.
Despite her racing imagination and playful childhood memories, that idea still lingered.
It felt like a shadow in the corner of her mind spreading out slowly, or the demon on her shoulder whispering in her ear.
How good might it feel?
The sun was rising, and as she tiptoed back to the cottage, the first shining rays of light began to fall on the stick figures of the trees which surrounded their property, creating an almost mystical steam which drifted in the still morning air.
It wouldn’t last long however. She could see in the distance, dark clouds threatening and rolling, a foreboding broth, spilling darkness across the sky. The temperature would finally rise, but the heavens were about to open.
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