The Big Book of Orgasms

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  I can smell my delight, feel Kev’s hand backing onto my thigh, his other arm still casually around my shoulder, his lips tickling the flesh of my neck. I open my eyes and the sunlight hurts me. I blink and blow upward over my top lip to flip the light curls from my face. It’s a delightful blast of cool against my hot skin.

  I notice the guy; he’s looking right at me and smiling. I dither for a moment. He seems pleased by my disorientation because his smile lengthens and lights up his face. I eventually manage to curl my lips and return the unspoken greeting.

  “Thanks,” he mouths and reaches out to press the stop button. “He’s a lucky bastard.”

  “I am,” Kev says, and makes me jump. The watcher laughs and swings himself out of his seat.

  “I can’t take you anywhere, can I?” I mutter as I snuggle into my lover.

  “I can make you come anywhere though, can’t I?” There’s that smirk again. I return it because I know he’s right.

  RUNNER’S HIGH

  Sam Angioli

  Trish was breathing hard by the time she finished the fourth mile, but she pushed on, imagining how it would feel to jog the final distance to the apartment and up the steps. Her lungs and legs burned and her arms felt like jelly, but she gritted her teeth and told her body to keep moving. She was zoned out and moving on momentum by the time her apartment building came into view, but the sight of the familiar bricks sent a jolt of ecstasy through her.

  She took the last half a block at a quicker pace and moved up the steps, adrenaline and endorphins flowing at full force. “I did it!” she shouted when she came through the door. “Ry! I ran all five miles!” She took a couple more steps before she had to resist the urge to drop into the nearest chair. “Oh, crap,” she muttered. “I need to shower before I drop dead.”

  She peeled her sweaty top over her head and dropped it into the laundry basket on her way to the bedroom, then shimmied out of her running shorts as the water heated up. A couple of minutes later she was stepping ecstatically into the hot spray. The water beat down on her, massaging her sore muscles and renewing her sense of pleasure. She sighed and leaned against the shower wall for a minute, then stepped her feet apart, stretching her leg muscles before they could freeze up on her.

  She was bent over when she saw a pair of hairy legs step into the shower behind her. “Congratulations on your run, super-lady,” Ryan said. She grinned at his feet and was about to straighten to greet him when his fingers traced the line down her exposed ass and into her wet folds. She grabbed her ankles and sighed as Ryan gently forced two fingers inside her.

  “Thanks,” she gasped, letting him pull her hips back against him. A surge of pleasure spun through her, making her dizzy. She raised one hand to help her balance against the wall and moaned as he slid his fingers out, over her clit, and back inside.

  “How are you feeling?”

  “Good!” She had expected to be more focused on the sore muscles after a run like that, but the ecstasy and the endorphins were still swirling through her and her whole body quivered with pleasure. Ryan seemed to capture and stoke the pleasure that already flowed through her, redirecting it from her limbs to her pussy as he stroked her inner walls.

  “You’re sexy all bent over like that,” he whispered, and he rocked his hips forward to let his thickening erection brush over her ass. Trish moaned as it pulsed against her flesh and grew harder.

  When she lifted her free hand and brought it to her clit, Ryan moaned and curled his fingers inside her to hit that place that made her squirm and cry out with pleasure. “I fucking love it when you do that,” she gasped out, and shuddered as she brushed her fingers lightly over her sensitized clit.

  Ryan’s laugh caught at her nerves and sent ripples of pleasure up her spine. “I love it when you have a good run, baby. You come home so ready for me, I hardly have to do anything.” He chuckled again, and Trish gasped in surprise as he slid his thick cock inside her. His invasion pressed her forward and into her stroking hand, and her gasp turned into a moan as her fingers and clit met again.

  “Oh god,” she moaned. She spread her legs to give him better access and braced herself more firmly against the wall. The water pounded down in a sensual massage across her back as he shifted and began to thrust, his cock sinking into her again and again. Her fingers danced across her clit as the sensation of being filled and possessed made the pleasure rise like a tide.

  A whimper seemed to fill the shower stall in counterpoint to the rush of water, and she realized that the noise was coming from her. She stopped briefly, then Ryan tilted his hips and adjusted the angle, and she let go, her pleasure singing through her and out in a constant stream of that erotic noise that Ryan called “her music.”

  Her entire body sang with sensitivity, from the spot on her hips where his fingers dug into her, to her nipples, where the water flowing over her back gathered in a tickling stream. The pleasure seared through her nerves and she began to push back against him, meeting his thrusts with her own and clenching around him as she stroked and teased her clit.

  Her orgasm took her suddenly, ripping through her from her clit to her toes and back again, making her tired muscles quiver and clench throughout her entire body. She screamed and bore down, soaking up the pleasure of the moment. Distantly, she heard a moan and knew she had milked Ryan’s orgasm from him as well, and she shuddered again, her pleasure redoubled by the knowledge that he was filling her with his come.

  He had to help her, shaking, to an upright position a moment later. She grinned as she leaned back against the shower wall in the cooling spray. “Almost makes me want to go for another run.”

  HIS THREE CONDITIONS

  Medea Mor

  Please fuck me, Sir. Please. I can’t bear it anymore.”

  He shook his head, flashing her the sadistic smile he saved for those rare occasions when he denied her himself just to watch how she’d respond.

  She groaned. He’d been feeling her up for the last hour, and she needed him inside her, needed him to bring her to the orgasm that had been building inside her for what seemed like an eternity. The throbbing between her legs was getting painful, and she needed a release, now.

  “Please, Sir,” she begged him. “I need your cock.”

  He shook his head. And then, more cruelly, he withdrew his hand.

  She nearly wailed in frustration, but somehow she resisted the urge. She had learned the hard way that he hated whining. She was allowed to beg on occasion, but whining or whimpering was punishable by caning, and god, she hated being caned.

  “You want to come, you dirty little slut? You want me to allow you to come? Fine. Have your damned orgasm. But on three conditions.”

  She looked up at him, clenching her thighs, trying hard to hang on to the intense arousal that was pulsing between her legs. She wondered what was coming. Knowing him, his conditions would be anything but straightforward.

  “One,” he said, flashing her that horribly sadistic smirk again, “I’m not going to help you. If you want to come, you’ll have to pleasure yourself, you insatiable hussy.”

  She nodded. She could do that. It wouldn’t be as good as his cock inside her, but it would be something.

  “Two,” he continued, “I get to watch.”

  She nodded again, a little more impatiently this time. Being observed while she got herself off wasn’t a novelty for her. She didn’t like masturbating in front of him, and had once upon a time had great difficulty bringing herself to orgasm in his presence, but she’d had so much practice at it lately that it wasn’t much of an issue for her anymore. She had almost gotten to the point where it didn’t embarrass her anymore. Almost, but not quite.

  “And three…you can’t use your hands.”

  This one was new. New and worrisome. How was she going to relieve this maddening throb between her legs if she wasn’t allowed to use her hands? How could anyone be expected to manage that?

  “Can I use a vibrator?” she asked, hoping against ho
pe that he’d be generous enough to grant her that.

  He shook his head. “No. That would come under the heading of ‘using your hands.’” He grinned at her, inviting her to see the truth in his words, and challenging her to come up with a better solution.

  A host of ideas flashed through her mind, all at once. She could try humping a pillow, she thought, or the edge of the couch, or even a table leg. She’d never tried the latter, but she’d done both of the former as a young girl, before she had discovered that a hand in her panties was more effective. But no. None of those things would do. It was his body she craved, not some inanimate object. She needed his skin, his scent, the feel of him.

  Then it hit her. His legs. Those strong, muscular, hard-but-yet-soft legs that were currently peeping out from underneath the shorts he was wearing. If he’d allow her to hump one of them, she might just be able to finish herself off, provided that he didn’t pull back at the last minute.

  “May I please hump your leg, Sir?” she asked in the most deferential tone she could muster. Her heart pounded as she spoke the words. She didn’t think she had ever asked him anything this bizarre, nor anything quite this humiliating. Not for the first time, she wondered how she had come to this, how he had reduced her to this and how he kept her coming back for more.

  He took his time considering her request, which shouldn’t have surprised her. He loved keeping her in suspense. Of all the cruel mind games he liked to play, keeping her in suspense was probably his favorite.

  “Are you really so needy that you require the use of my leg?” he asked eventually, his dark eyes glittering with mirth.

  “Yes,” she answered simply.

  “Very well, then. Hump away, you little slut. But keep your hands behind your head.”

  “Thank you, Sir,” she whispered, a little shocked at the depth of her own gratitude.

  She got off the couch and kneeled in front of him, as she did so often. This time, though, she didn’t kneel between his knees, but rather in front of one. She felt intensely embarrassed as she inched forward, her hands clasped behind her head as he had commanded, and pressed her throbbing pussy to his shin. With a burning face, she lowered her eyes, only to be told to keep her eyes on him. Of course. He wouldn’t pass up such an opportunity to watch her squirm. She hated him for humiliating her so, but at the same time she had to admit she was oddly aroused.

  No sooner had the tender flesh of her thighs met the coarse hair on his shin than she forgot her embarrassment. A chill of pleasure ran up her spine as she began to buck her hips against his leg, seeking the solidity of the bones beneath his flesh.

  Minutes passed as she ground herself against his shin, which seemed to get a little more slippery every time she slid down on it. As the tension grew inside her, moving over her, building to a crescendo, she stole a look at his crotch. Her breath caught in her throat when she saw the bulge that was straining against the confines of his pants.

  Of course, she thought. He would get off on this.

  The realization that she was making him hard spurred her on even more. She inched farther forward, until his knee was poking into her belly and she could clench her thighs around his leg, thus increasing the friction between his shin and her pussy. Up and down she went, her legs quivering with the strain, until a shudder ran through her and release erupted through her, wracking her body with spasms of pleasure. With a piercing cry, she arched her back and surrendered to the pressure that had been building up for ages. Then she collapsed onto his knee, spent and exhausted.

  He allowed her a little time to recover as she lay slumped over his knee. She felt his hand stroke her hair and the hypersensitive skin of the nape of her neck, tenderly and ever so softly. Then he cupped her chin in one hand and forced her to look up at him.

  “Hop on the couch,” he ordered. “On your knees, ten inches apart, hands on the back of the couch.”

  She stared at him, a little confused, still reeling from her climax. She wondered if she was going to be punished, and if so, for what. “What… what are you going to do, Sir?”

  “I’m going to fuck you silly,” he answered matter-of-factly. “Just like you asked.”

  THE MORNING AFTER

  David Salcido

  Normally I hate weddings, but then, this hadn’t been your ordinary wedding. Nothing mundane or commonplace about it, which is just exactly what one might expect from a couple like Todd and Shan. Music, nudity, dancing under the stars: pagan weddings were always much more fun than your average, run-of-the-mill Christian event.

  I stood in the doorway and surveyed the damage. Not bad, considering. Bodies, in various stages of undress, were strewn about the floor and on furniture. The odd wine or cocktail glass, here and there. Small piles of clothing in corners. No more than should be expected the day after an all-night bacchanal. My guests were nothing if not conscientious and polite.

  The happily wedded couple was upstairs, in the spare bedroom. They’d be leaving for their honeymoon later this evening. Even so, I shouldn’t let them sleep too late. I set about making coffee and boiling water for tea in the kitchen, while bodies stirred beyond. There would be a few hangovers to tend to, but first, the guests of honor must be serviced.

  I loaded a tray with carafes of hot water and coffee, cups, saucers, spoons, cream, sugar and some biscuits, then made my way across the obstacle-strewn floor, toward the staircase at the far end of the room. Two pairs of pleading eyes met mine and I gestured back toward the bar with my head, while continuing onward.

  I encountered another couple, which had made a little love nest on the first landing, and stepped gingerly over them. Second floor attained, I tiptoed through the hallway and knocked lightly on the door. A languid voice murmured something that sounded like, “C’min.” I turned the knob and pushed the door open, stepping through.

  “Good morning, lovebirds. Coffee or tea?” I asked.

  “Mmmm…tea for me,” Shan said. She had the sheets pulled up to her chin and was, judging from the smile on her face, in a postorgasmic haze. Chestnut curls foamed around her head and languid brown eyes gazed up at me.

  Her husband Todd lay next to her, only his lower half covered by the crumpled sheet, his arm thrown over his eyes. Blond hair fanned out across the pillow and dusted his lean body, shimmering like gold in the morning sun slanting through the blinds.

  “I’ll take coffee,” he mumbled, not removing his arm from his face. It was obvious that Todd was suffering the same aftereffects of the night before that the downstairs guests were.

  I sat the tray down and closed the blinds, casting the room into a more comfortable dimness. “It smells like sex in here,” I offered.

  Shan giggled. “It should. We just finished, like, fifteen seconds before you knocked.”

  I turned and smiled. “Really?” With what I knew to be an impish grin, I walked around the bed and lifted the sheet to reveal Todd’s naked body. His tumescent cock still glistened with come and pussy juices.

  “Yummy,” I said. “Mind if I sample?”

  “Please do,” Todd said, smiling.

  I dipped my head and licked at the underside of his cock, making it jump. Then I took the head into my warm mouth and sucked it slowly down my throat. After thirty seconds or so, I let it slide wetly from my mouth.

  “Mmmm… It tastes like both of you.”

  Shan giggled again. “My husband fucked me good.”

  “Apparently,” I replied, standing once again. My own cock tented outward beneath my sarong.

  Shan eyed the tent and smiled. “Looks like someone else could use a little, too.”

  “You inviting?”

  She threw back the sheets and spread her legs to reveal her cream-drooling cunt, still swollen from Todd’s attentions. I loosened the knot on my sarong and let it fall to the ground. Shan lifted her hand. I took it and she pulled me down toward her. In one smooth move, I eased between her legs and slid deep into her well-lubed cunt.

  I settled down on t
op of her and she sighed. Soft, creamy breasts cushioned me.

  “Good morning,” I said, lowering my head to kiss her softly.

  “Mmmm…good morning,” she replied.

  “Hey,” Todd said, rolling over toward us. “Where’s mine?”

  I turned my head and met his bearded face coming in over my right shoulder. We held that kiss for a good thirty seconds, while I slid slowly in and out of his wife’s cunt. That was one thing Shan and I wholeheartedly agreed on; Todd was a gifted kisser. We broke and I kissed Shan again, harder and deeper this time.

  The thumb of my right hand found a hard pink nipple and grazed it softly, making Shan shiver. I licked it, teasing it gently with my teeth, then planted soft kisses in the hollow of her throat. Todd responded by placing equally soft kisses on my shoulder and arm as he watched. “This must be why they call you the ‘best’ man,” he said.

  “Mm, I don’t know about that,” I mumbled into Shan’s throat. “You ended up with the girl.”

  “Shhh,” Shan shushed. “More fucking, less talking.”

  I happily complied.

  It didn’t take long before Shan’s breath was coming in ragged gasps and her pelvis was thrusting up against mine. The woman loved to be fucked. I slowed my movements and let her do the thrusting.

  Meanwhile, Todd had risen up onto his knees and offered me his still tumescent cock to suck on. One of my favorite coital positions. He never got completely hard, but his cock definitely reacted to my ministrations and that got my juices boiling. Shan moaned into her first orgasm and I thrust deeper, grinding my pubes against her clit, just the way she liked it. She shuddered and another wave hit her.

  My own orgasm was building, but I was thrusting in and out in time with Todd’s cock sliding in and out of my mouth. I reached around and grasped a handful of his tight, hairy ass and he ground his cock down my throat, just as my own orgasm overtook me. I sucked hard and pushed deep into Shan as she rode the crest of yet another orgasm. This one had been loud. I was sure the other guests had heard it.