Forbidden Desires

by Anderson, Marina

  Edmund watched her bend her legs at the knees and grip the sides of the bolster as he’d instructed, and then his own excitement mounted as she began to move her body up and down and her hips round in circles as the demands of her clamouring body drove her on.

  For Harriet the soft tickling feelings that at first resulted from her movements quickly changed into tingles that crept over her entire body, prickling and teasing her aroused flesh until she was hot with need. She felt her clitoris swell and ground down more fiercely against the bolster, trying to reach the elusive climax, but she needed more and when she felt Edmund’s hands on her hips slowing her down she gave a cry of gratitude.

  Edmund covered her buttocks with a special gel that heated as well as lubricated the flesh and soon the warm glow was spreading over the perfect mounds and seemed to Harriet to be spreading through the skin to her internal organs as flames of hot desire smouldered within her.

  Edmund watched her spasmodic movements with the eyes of a connoisseur and when he judged the moment right he covered the head of a small anal plug in the same gel, parted the glowing cheeks of her bottom and slipped the head into the tiny puckered opening.

  For a moment Harriet was still, feeling the object sliding into the tight opening and allowing her muscles to relax in order to accommodate it. But then, without any warning, the hot glow that had heated her externally was filling her rectum, igniting the incredibly sensitive nerve endings there with an unquenchable fire that rushed through her belly and on upwards towards her breasts, until she started crying out and writhing harder against the bolster in her desperate search for release.

  Satisfied that the plug had eased the way for him, Edmund slipped a protective sheath over his swollen penis and then withdrew the plug. For a moment Harriet felt bereft, empty in the place that most needed to be filled, but then he was easing himself into her and she gave a muffled sound of protest because he felt too large, too thick for the confined space.

  Edmund slowed, reaching beneath her and allowed the middle finger of his right hand to flick at her damp protruding clitoris. He flicked several times and each time she shuddered convulsively as the scorching pleasure seared through her.

  Confident that she could now accommodate him, Edmund continued to ease his way into her most secret opening until he was finally fully inside her and felt the tightness of the heated walls of her rectum close about him. Very gently he began to move and Harriet’s arms reached out above her head as she strained towards the peak that was now incredibly near.

  Her body had never felt so alive and when Edmund suddenly changed the rhythm of his movements and allowed himself two swift thrusts that were almost brutal it proved the trigger for Harriet’s climax and she felt as though a fireball had exploded deep within her belly and the resulting flames scorched through every particle of her body.

  ‘I can’t bear it!’ she screamed. ‘It’s so good, so good!’ Edmund continued to move, to keep the fevered flesh at the point of ecstasy for as long as possible and Harriet continued to shout and shudder for several seconds until finally she was still.

  ‘Definitely an orgasm,’ said Noella, her voice uneven at the sight of Harriet’s absolute abandonment to her body’s satisfaction. ‘That’s three already.’

  ‘The night’s still young,’ laughed Edmund, stroking Harriet’s sweat-streaked back. ‘I’m sure Harriet has plenty more where that came from.’ Harriet, exhausted and shaking, wasn’t so sure.

  It was taking Lewis much longer than he’d anticipated to bring Ella to a second orgasm. He knew that he wasn’t doing as well as he should, that his concentration wasn’t focused on her but on the sounds emanating from Harriet, sounds of such intense delight that he could hardly bear to be in the same room as her.

  Ella was doing her best to help, straining for a second climax that she wanted as much as Harriet had wanted hers, but for some reason she too was finding it difficult to concentrate. She realised that it was because she could hear Edmund’s cool commands and urgent movements and wanted to be the recipient of his attentions herself, despite the fact that Lewis was the man she’d wanted when she arrived.

  After a time, Edmund turned Harriet over and looked down at her flushed face. ‘Incredible, just as I’d pictured it! Wait there, I think you need something to refresh you next.’

  While he was out of the room Harriet watched the back of her husband’s head and saw Ella’s face contort into a spasm of pleasure as she at last shuddered in the throes of a second orgasm.

  ‘How many is that for her?’ Harriet asked Noella.

  ‘It isn’t a competition, at least not between you two,’ responded Noella. ‘You concentrate on what Edmund’s doing.’

  Harriet ran her hands down the sides of her belly and shivered. She felt totally free, her body tight and anxious for further stimulation from Edmund and yet she knew that no matter how intense the last orgasm had been, something was still missing.

  Returning with a bowl of kitchen salt and a bottle of perfumed oil, Edmund removed the bolster from the bed and put down a sheet instead. Then he lay Harriet face down and mixed the salt and oil in the palm of his hand. ‘I’m going to give you a massage,’ he said quietly and gently glided his hands up and down her body on each side of her spine. The salt was coarse and her skin quickly began to glow again. She started to twist against the sheet but he stopped her with a swift stinging flick of his fingers on her bottom. ‘This time you keep still,’ he said shortly.

  At first that wasn’t too hard, but when he began to work on the insides of her thighs and up over the buttocks she could hardly contain herself, then when he slipped a finger between the cheeks of her bottom she bore down anyway, to ease the ache in her pelvis.

  ‘I told you not to move,’ said Edmund in a detached voice, and all at once she felt a sharper stinging sensation across her upper thighs as he used the damp end of a towel to chastise her. The slight pain startled her and to her shame she felt the tightness behind her pubic bone dissolve into an unexpected bitter-sweet orgasm that was impossible to disguise. ‘Four,’ called out Noella, and Lewis felt his blood run cold.

  Harriet heard Edmund give a low laugh and then he was turning her over. His fingertips, covered in the mixture of salt and oil, were circling each of her breasts in turn, pressing the crystals of salt firmly into the skin and then finally brushing the textured mixture across her nipples themselves which tightened and seemed to shrink as the surrounding areolae swelled.

  Edmund made his way down Harriet’s body, lying next to her on the bed as he kneaded the muscles of her stomach and the sides of her body before covering her legs, finishing with her feet, rotating his fingers round on the pads beneath each toe until her pelvis and groin muscles began to spasm in a reflex action which Noella recognised only too well.

  ‘Shall I rinse you off now?’ he asked quietly.

  Harriet’s restless body lurched at the prospect. ‘No, I want to come first,’ she pleaded, and heard his sigh of pleasure at her response.

  ‘Where do you want me to touch you next, then?’ he asked, still massaging her left foot.

  ‘Between my thighs,’ she moaned, wondering how much longer she could stand the unendurable heaviness that was filling the whole of her pelvic region and making her vulva swell and ache.

  ‘I will, but first I want to blindfold you,’ he whispered, and before she could protest the black silk band was over her eyes and she was being helped from the bed until she was standing sightless on the floor, her naked back pressed against his front with his erection nudging against her buttocks.

  He let her relax against him for a moment and then suddenly pulled her arms around behind her back, gripped them in his right wrist and pushed her forward from the waist by pressing his left hand against the nape of her neck. She felt utterly in his power, vulnerable and excited at the same time, and her body shook slightly. ‘You’ve no idea how much this turns me on,’ Edmund whispered against her ear and then he planted a kiss on her spi
ne just below where he was gripping her neck and her trembling increased.

  Then, as suddenly as he’d pinioned her, he released her and now she found herself forced to the ground, kneeling with her thighs spread and the lower half of her legs outside his. ‘Cup yourself between your thighs,’ he insisted. ‘Use your own hands to press against yourself.’

  ‘I want you,’ whimpered Harriet.

  ‘Do as I say,’ repeated Edmund, and slowly the sightless Harriet’s hands strayed between her thighs until her palms could cup the tender ache and press against the needy flesh. Edmund kissed the side of her neck, and Harriet’s head moved back to allow his mouth to travel more freely around her ears and jawline. As he kissed her she felt his hands insinuate themselves under hers and then he was moving her hands, pressing upwards so that her clitoris began to throb and then easing the pressure until the flames of desire started to abate a little.

  He maintained this tormenting rhythm until Harriet grew frantic as her overheated body screamed for its climax. She felt as though all her insides were cramping as they were constantly drawn tight and then relaxed again due to the stimulation but at last he circled his hands against hers. This meant that the whole of the area beneath her outer sex lips was stimulated in the way she liked best and the throbbing of her clitoris increased in tempo until a searing flash shot through her, lancing up the middle of her body between her breasts and across her neck and shoulders as she erupted once more into a shuddering orgasm.

  ‘There,’ said Edmund calmly. ‘Wasn’t that worth waiting for?’

  The blindfold was removed and he took her into the bathroom and led her into the shower cubicle before letting the warm spray cover them both. As the water cascaded down, he sponged every trace of salt and oil from her skin and then dried her briskly with a warm fluffy towel from the heated rail.

  ‘I don’t think I can come again yet,’ murmured Harriet, walking ahead of him back into the bedroom.

  ‘Of course you can,’ retorted Edmund. ‘This will help. Look, I had Oliver set up his exercise bike in the corner before we began. You’ll find it a very stimulating piece of equipment used my way!’

  Suddenly the room was filled with the sound of Ella’s cries. Harriet turned and saw the young actress sitting on Lewis’s lap, her legs wrapped round his waist and her head thrown back in orgy of excitement as he brought her to orgasm on his massive erection.

  ‘Was she faking that?’ Edmund asked Noella with interest.

  Noella smiled. ‘Certainly not!’

  ‘Then it sounded very good, don’t you agree, Harriet?’

  Harriet did agree, and she found that simply watching and listening had brought her senses alive again, although she still felt too weary to contemplate another climax. Edmund, it seemed, did not intend to be guided by her judgement.

  ‘Sit on the side of the bed and part your thighs, Harriet,’ he said briskly.

  ‘Why?’

  ‘Just to allow me to put this inside you. It’s an ivory phallus that I bought when I was out East once. Noella says it feels very agreeable. I’ll be interested to hear if you agree with her.’

  Harriet looked down and watched as he covered the phallus in jelly and then slowly eased the full length of it inside her vagina. It was very long and wide and at first slightly uncomfortable but once she was used to it she agreed with Noella, and its coolness was welcome after all that had gone before.

  At the bottom of the phallus was a T-bar that kept it in place when Edmund removed his hands. He then pulled her to her feet and across to the exercise bike. ‘Now, sit on the saddle, which is tilted slightly forward as you can see, and start to pedal. Try and keep your speed up, it will increase the sensations. The faster you move the greater the sensations.’

  As soon as she was seated, Harriet realised what he meant about it being stimulating. The ivory phallus within her pressed against her vaginal walls, and the movements of her legs combined with the friction of her vulva against the saddle meant that every part of her vagina was titillated, and the nerve endings around the clitoris were also indirectly stimulated so that soon her belly began to swell and she felt her own lubrication seeping out onto the T-bar.

  She was aroused and orgasmic, but sheer exhaustion seemed to prevent her from reaching the desired pinnacle and after a few minutes her legs moved more slowly on the pedals. ‘That’s not fast enough,’ said Edmund.

  ‘I’m tired,’ retorted Harriet.

  ‘You won’t climax if you don’t keep going.’

  ‘Perhaps I’ve had all the orgasms I can,’ she cried.

  ‘Nonsense,’ said Edmund, and behind her back he picked up a latex pleasure whip.

  Harriet crouched low over the handlebars, trying to bring satisfaction to her screaming flesh and all at once she felt Edmund bring down the whip with searing force against her curved back. She shouted out in shock.

  ‘Every time you slow the pace I shall strike you again,’ said Edmund.

  Harriet knew that she could stop the game, get off the bike and say it was over for the night, but a darker part of her didn’t want that to happen. She wanted to be driven on, beyond the boundaries she would have selected for herself and so she kept going, and every time she slowed, every time her aching calf muscles tried to rest, the latex whip would strike her in what she now thought of as a special kind of caress.

  The burning sensations from the latex whip joined up with the red-hot flickers from all the nerve endings stimulated by the ivory phallus until at last, just when she was despairing of relief, the whip fell one last time and she doubled forward and then jerked upright throwing herself back, forcing Edmund to catch hold of her to prevent her from falling off the bike as she was shaken by a cataclysmic explosion.

  ‘There,’ said Edmund softly as he removed the phallus, ‘I knew you could do it.’

  On shaking legs, Harriet went and sat on the bed and it was only then that she realised that Lewis and Ella had finished and were both watching her. Ella looked envious and astonished, but Lewis’s expression was unfathomable.

  ‘One more,’ said Edmund to them all. ‘She’ll have one more and that I think will be the finish for tonight.’

  ‘I can’t!’ said Harriet, but deep down she knew she was prepared to try.

  ‘Yes you can, my love,’ he assured her and she was so startled by the endearment that she lay back on the bed without further protest while Lewis, who had also heard it, had to restrain himself from physically attacking his one-time friend and financial backer.

  Very carefully and deliberately, Edmund spread-eagled Harriet’s legs, opening her up fully until everyone in the room could see the area between her thighs. Lewis saw that she was fully aroused, the outer sex lips flattened outwards, the clitoris enlarged and protruding proudly, and on her pubic hair the tell-tale signs of moisture from her vagina. Her breasts were full, the veins showing clearly beneath the skin and her nipples hard in the dark and swollen areolae.

  Lewis, who had just climaxed deep within Ella, felt his scrotum tighten and his testicles lift towards his body, but Edmund, who had not yet allowed himself the luxury of an orgasm, had a full erection and his nipples were almost as erect as Harriet’s.

  Noella, the only one of them who had not been physically touched during the evening, began to stroke her breasts through the material of her figure-hugging dress. She wished that it was all over so that she could run to Oliver and let him assuage her starved senses.

  ‘Hold her ankles,’ Edmund told Noella. ‘She may move involuntarily otherwise and I don’t want to lose her at the vital moment.’

  The sight of the other woman, lying sprawled on the bed totally open to her gaze, aroused incredible feelings in Ella. She longed to be allowed to go forward and touch the clearly excited flesh herself, to swirl her finger against the button standing so proudly in the midst of the damp tissue but she knew that she had to stand and watch, allowing Edmund to draw forth what would have been for Ella an impossible final orgasm.
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  When Edmund’s finger slid up her inner channel Harriet jumped. Her flesh was ultra-sensitive now and every movement threatened to be too intense unless carefully judged, but she trusted his skill as a consummate lover.

  Very carefully he eased the finger inside her and massaged the area around her G-spot until he felt the tiny gland start to swell beneath his manipulations. Harriet felt it too and suddenly she was even more damp between her thighs as her body seemed to melt into a pool of liquid. It was an amazing sensation, far more intense than at any other time, and it made her wanton body crave the ultimate pleasure yet again, despite the fact that she was almost utterly exhausted.

  Edmund massaged the G-spot for several seconds and then allowed his thumb to move up towards the clitoral area at the same time as he continued the internal caress. Now all the lubricated tissue was swollen, and as the glorious moment of climax approached, the previously proud clitoris retracted beneath its hood and some of the wonderful feelings died.

  ‘No!’ cried Harriet despairingly.

  ‘Don’t worry, relax and trust me,’ Edmund soothed her as he pushed the hood up with his free hand, but the clitoris was too sensitive to be touched and when he tried to massage the shaft Harriet shifted uncomfortably.

  She was almost out of her mind with longing now. Despite everything her nerve endings clamoured for this final orgasm. Already teased towards fulfilment she felt that she’d go mad if she wasn’t allowed what she sensed would be the most intense experience of her life and yet her body was betraying her.

  ‘I can’t!’ wailed Harriet.

  ‘Of course you can,’ Edmund assured her, allowing the clitoris to retreat once more. Then, still massaging her G-spot, he pushed the surrounding flesh upwards until he’d exposed the opening to her urethra, an almost invisible opening that he knew contained more nerve endings than any other part of the vulva. ‘In a few more seconds, you’ll come,’ he whispered as he lowered his head.