The Big Book of Orgasms

by Rachel Kramer Bussel

  “I didn’t tell you to speak.” She could practically hear him thinking, deliberating over his next move. He kept the head of his shaft against her and her knees began to shake. “Touch yourself.”

  Katie closed her eyes, Julian’s cock taunting deliciously against her. She slid her finger down, no longer giggling when she cupped her slit with her whole hand. She folded slightly at the waist and let one digit slide all the way in.

  “Yes. Shove that finger deep inside you.”

  Her wetness drowned the length of her finger and she moaned. Julian cracked the whip in the air.

  “Julian?”

  “Shh. No talking.”

  Katie bit her lip and Julian nudged her back, guiding her down until her head nearly touched the carpet. He fondled her ass, caressing her left cheek with a few fingers then cupping it with his whole hand.

  “Have I ever told you how beautiful your ass is?”

  Katie quickened her movements, surprised how fast her arousal had snuck over her. Julian noticed, sliding his hand over hers and growling.

  “Oh my. Another finger, Katie.”

  She shoved in a second finger, clenching as her walls began to quake.

  “ Julian… ”

  “Shh. I’m going to hit you while you touch yourself.” He paused. “Okay?”

  Katie thumbed her clit. “Yes.” She didn’t know where this side of Julian came from, but the hard crank of the flogger against her bottom didn’t give her much time to think about it.

  She yelped.

  The suede strands were soft against her cheeks, but all of them at once brought the darkest pleasure out from within her. This was the memory of thirteen years ago, but better—coming from this man, her love, the one who ordered her now.

  “Yes, stroke yourself,” he said. He whipped her backside.

  Katie moaned. Julian rubbed her ass with his free hand then struck again. He proceeded like this for a few minutes, and her whimpers came heavier as he whipped and rubbed harder. The tassels grazed her upper thighs and cheeks, and when a stray piece hit her wetness, she sighed in delight.

  “Well, well!” Julian changed the angle of his swing so that the flogger smacked her ass and slit. Katie wobbled on her feet.

  “Julian, Julian, please…fuck me!” The pleasure coiled through her, a magnificent pulsing that made it impossible to see straight. Julian hit her once more, but he was eager—quickly, he slid inside her, right up against her fingers.

  Katie’s orgasm rocketed, her walls convulsing against the fullness, and a moan poured from her throat as Julian rode her waves of excitement. He clutched the flogger against her side so hard it bit into her skin, but she didn’t care as he hit a place at the back of her tunnel that she could swear he’d never reached before. Katie cried out while he pounded her wetness, and Julian started grunting, losing control in the only way she ever saw him lose it—but it didn’t matter because she was lost too, her body quivering again as he drove deep and exploded with a groan.

  “Oh god!” he called.

  Katie teetered with his weight against her, dropping her hands to the floor to steady them. The living room was silent save for their panting, and the gentle pat Julian gave her ass after he recovered and stood upright.

  “Stand up, baby,” he said.

  She did, staring into his eyes.

  “How was that?”

  Katie blew the hair out of her face. “Amazing.”

  “I’ve never seen you like that—so out of control.”

  “Ha. I’m always a mess.”

  Julian kissed her. “That’s why I love you. But this,” he said, waving the flogger. “If I’d known there was something that did this to you…”

  Katie blushed. “You take such good care of me.”

  “Always,” he said. Julian rested the flogger against her breast, smiling. “Now turn around.”

  BOOK LOVER

  Donna George Storey

  I told Tyler to meet me at the Black Swan Bookstore. That way if his meeting ran late again, the waiting would be pure pleasure.

  Exchanging a friendly nod with the proprietor, I headed back to my favorite part of the store. For beyond the displays of glossy new books on the theater, Shakespeare, and Elizabethan England stretched a warren of little rooms, each crammed with hundreds, maybe thousands, of used books. My pulse was already racing as I zigzagged along the corridor to the back room where the pocket paperbacks were shelved. I loved to browse the canyons of ancient bestsellers, dog-eared sci-fi series and steamy romances.

  Tyler would know where to find me.

  The fragrance of old paper and binding glue filled my lungs, bringing with it memories of summer afternoons spent on the daybed in my grandparents’ cottage on the Cape with my “nose in a book,” as Gran used to say. The daybed was tucked away in an alcove surrounded by built-in shelves bulging with books. Left behind by uncles and aunts, family friends and friends of friends, most of them were racy “beach reads” of yore, by: Jacqueline Susann, John Updike, Erica Jong, Mario Puzo. While I might have looked like a studious bookworm to Gran, what I was really doing was floating in an erotic daze, devouring the naughty bits like Popsicles on a hot day. When I brought my college boyfriend to the Cape, I insisted he make love to me right there on the daybed one moonless night in July. With all my favorite paperback fornicators cheering me on, I had an orgasm that shattered my skull.

  In honor of my misspent youth, I picked up a familiar title by Updike and leafed through it, looking for a salacious scene. I wasn’t having much luck. On a whim, I pressed my nose to the inner crease of the binding. To my surprise, a sharp jolt of arousal shot straight to my pussy. Had some previous owner doused the pages with an aphrodisiac? I closed my eyes and took another hit. My cunt muscles fluttered and my knees melted like the inside of a roasted marshmallow. Cruising on the sexual high, I tilted my head back and sighed.

  “Ahem.”

  My eyes shot open and I blushed furiously. Fortunately it was only Tyler standing in the doorway, a curious smile on his face.

  I rushed over and gave him a lingering soul kiss, pressing my body against him. Now I was rather hoping we could skip dinner and go straight back to his place for sex.

  His eyes twinkled. “Sorry to interrupt a private moment.”

  “I just like the scent of old books. It’s nostalgic.”

  “It looked to me like you were having an orgasm. It’s a dirty book, I assume?”

  “It has sex in it, but all pulp novels do. Actually what gets me is imagining the stories beyond the story, the people who got turned on reading the sexy parts, the untold erotic pleasures. Maybe some of the lucky ones were so aroused, their lovers took them straight to bed?”

  Tyler lifted his eyebrows suggestively. “Perhaps they did. Stay right here.”

  I frowned in confusion as he disappeared down the hallway, but he was back in a flash, waving the restroom key. Then he took my arm and led me to the ladies’ lounge at the very back of the store.

  “What are you doing?”

  He nudged me into the bathroom. “Hang tight another minute. But while you’re waiting, take off your panties and put them in your purse.”

  My jaw dropped, but I was too flustered to disobey. The panties were off and tucked in my shoulder bag when Tyler returned with a low stepstool, which he positioned a few inches from the white-tiled wall. Turning the lock, he grinned and said, “Face the wall, put one foot up on the stool, and lift your dress for me.”

  By this time I had a pretty good idea what he had in mind.

  “What if we get caught?” I hissed.

  “You know this place is as quiet as a church in the summer. Besides, we’re only finishing what you started.”

  “I’d be too nervous to come,” I protested.

  Tyler eased the paperback from my hand. He opened the pages gently, as if he were parting a woman’s legs, and held it out to me. “I’ve observed this to be effective for you.”

  I grabbed the book
and sniffed it disdainfully. I meant to show him he was being presumptuous, but instead, the scent of the paper flooded my nose, my chest and my pussy with a tingling, erotic heat.

  Tyler watched my dismay with a smile.

  Properly chastened, I turned toward the wall and propped my foot on the stool. A cool breeze brushed my naked slit, but this was soon replaced by Tyler’s hot fingers snaking under my sundress. He began to strum. “My god, your clit’s as hard as a diamond.”

  I closed my eyes and imagined my little nub transformed into a jewel sparkling between my labia. As Tyler rubbed me patiently, my cunt swelled and grew shamefully wet until anything seemed possible. Maybe I could climax in a public restroom, my boyfriend impaling me from behind?

  A zipper rasped. His hard-on probed me, pushed deep inside. With his cock angled straight into me, I felt skewered, completely filled.

  Tyler’s lips brushed my ear. “While I’m fucking you, I want you to hold that book right up to your face. Keep breathing it in. Nice and slow.”

  Hands shaking, I pressed my face against the splayed pages. The damp, close sensation reminded me of nuzzling Tyler’s open thighs to lap the sensitive spot behind his balls.

  I took another deep breath. My cunt walls opened out like a flower, then contracted sharply around the thick shaft lodged within me. How could an old paperback possess me like this, as if ghostly fingers were stroking my most tender places? Yet books had always held me in their thrall. From their pages, I’d learned my first lessons about sex, about bringing secret pleasure to my own body, about the mysterious lusts of strangers.

  Two more deep inhalations and my whole torso was burning. I knew then I was going to come. Like the faceless others who had clutched this book, their pants bunched around their knees as they pumped their straining cocks or clawed their swollen clits desperately. With a soft grunt, I exploded on Tyler’s cock, milking him with my walls. He grabbed my hips roughly, thrusting with abandon, filling me with his cream.

  Grinning in triumph, we smoothed our clothes back to respectability and slipped out of the restroom one at a time. On the way out, I dutifully stopped in the paperback room to return the book to its proper shelf.

  Tyler snatched it from my hand. “Oh, no, I have to buy this for my nightstand. My girlfriend’s a book lover. Never as happy as when she has her nose buried in a novel.”

  I used to hate it when Gran said that. But now it made me smile.

  TIED BY RED

  Kay Jaybee

  Pulling at the ropes, I tried to create some slack, but the red bindings at my wrists and ankles remained incredibly tight as I lay spread-eagled and naked on the iron-framed bed.

  It had been at least an hour since Red had left me helpless, with no option but to wait for her. My mind raced between erotic anticipation at what would happen when she came back, and fear that she would never return.

  Although Red had said nothing, I was sure she’d left the house. The eerie stillness of the air betrayed no tacit partner watching me suffer.

  I wriggled in a vain attempt to get more comfortable as the red feather boa she’d wrapped around my thighs, balls and dick caressed me, keeping me in a permanent state of arousal.

  What the hell was Red doing? Before disappearing, she’d simply appraised me with her wide green eyes, smiled mischievously and walked from the bedroom.

  Red had done this before—tied me, brought me to the edge of ecstasy and then left—but never for this long.

  Perhaps she’d gone to see someone else. She’d never made any secret of the fact I wasn’t her only lover. But would Red really go and fuck someone else when she’d got me so nice and convenient?

  I visualized her lingering tongue playing over a woman. I closed my eyes as the image became stronger. Maybe the girl was blonde, her nipples clamped, as she was tortured with whips, as I’d been so many times since meeting the girl with the startlingly red hair.

  The muscles in my shoulders spasmed as a wave of lust tightened my stretched body. I could almost feel Red’s fingertips as they ran over someone else’s skin, almost taste the cunt she might be licking. I could so nearly smell another man’s spunk as it shot across her…

  The click of the front door wrenched me from my musings.

  There was a rustling of carrier bags. I turned my neck toward the sound, but couldn’t see anything beyond the room.

  My resolve was cracking. The need to beg her to fuck me was rising fast in my throat.

  Finally, she appeared in the doorway. She stood in scarlet underwear that matched the color of her hair. My dry throat sealed shut. The words of desperation I’d been on the brink of uttering died away.

  Red said nothing, but I guessed from the long thin bag she held that she hadn’t been with another lover, but shopping.

  My breathing snagged as she approached. Checking my restraints, and finding they remained firm, Red took the end of the boa, and with a yank, pulled. I screamed as it ripped between my legs, burning the tender flesh of my balls as it came away like a sandpaper plaster. Unbidden moisture gathered at the corner of my eyes as I howled, a howl that turned to groans as she leaned down, licking my tears away.

  “Would you like to see what’s in here?” Red brandished the bag like a trophy. I nodded, not actually sure if I wanted to or not.

  Reaching her hand inside, she pulled out the contents with deliberate slowness.

  I thought I’d been tense before, but now my muscles became rigid as delicious fear crept up my spine. The hairs on the back of my neck bristled as I considered all the things she could do with the two blood-red roses she held so reverently.

  Her eyes shone. I knew she was getting off on my reaction to her purchases. She stared at me for another minute, knowing full well that my imagination was working overtime.

  Laying one rose on my chest so that the petals were lined up exactly between my nipples, Red took up the other one. Kneeling between my outstretched legs, she stroked the petals over my face. I tried to relax, but I’d already guessed what lay ahead, and my pulse hammered in my ears as I shivered against the flower’s cool touch.

  Red moved the flower head to my shoulders, before stroking my arms, paying particular attention to where the bindings encircled my wrists. All the time I was aware of the other rose lying on me. Each minor shift in my body caused me to be lightly prickled by the thorns.

  Moving away, my girl put her flower down and eased her knickers to the floor. Then, leaning tantalizingly close to, and yet annoyingly far from my mouth, Red undid her bra, letting her breasts hang invitingly before me. I wondered how badly she wanted me to grab a nipple between my teeth, but as controlled as ever, she kept out of reach.

  Taking up both flowers this time, she increased her pace, sweeping me with the petals, making my flesh tingle. I closed my eyes in order to concentrate on the glorious sensations. The first strike therefore took me by surprise, even though I’d always known it would come.

  My eyes flew straight back open as a flower head smacked against my torso. Red struck again, and then again, building up a rhythm, treating me like a drum, with the roses as drumsticks.

  The outer petals crumpled as she continued to batter me. My skin stained with burgundy blotches of petal dye, and flushed with blossoming bruises as my yelps turned to guttural whimpers.

  The beating ended suddenly. Standing back, Red allowed me to catch my breath, and my imminent explosion subsided a little. Her eyes narrowed as they regarded me. I could smell her sex and knew that if I’d been allowed to touch her, she’d have been slick beneath my fingers.

  Retrieving the roses, my lover ran the denuded heads over her own chest, teasing her erect nipples. I licked my lips, feeling a wave of irrational jealousy for those flowers, as they gave Red the attention I wanted to apply myself. I moaned helplessly as I watched her bring herself to a juddering climax.

  Every inch of my body ached, my dick was fit to explode and the sight and sound of her was edging me closer to release.

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sp; Suddenly, Red sat astride my head, lowering her pussy to my lips. Wasting no time, I lapped at her, swirling my tongue until moisture poured from her, bathing my chin, nose and cheeks.

  That was when she acted. When Red did exactly what I’d assumed she’d been longing to do.

  I cried with exquisite pain as she pushed the thorns against my arms, causing me to bite her, making her cherry lips squeal. With each sharp shock, I nipped her pussy harder.

  The pin-like pricking moved to my chest. I could feel the thorns threaten the surface of my skin. Her hungry mouth licked at my sore flesh, easing the punishment as quickly as she administered it, while I fucked her with my tongue.

  With one last beautifully cruel move, Red trailed the stems’ barbs across my stomach. I yelled into her depths, as she jacked against my mouth, tipping me over into an orgasm by the application of pain with a hot fountain of dark pleasure.

  Ten seconds later, Red was ready for more….

  AFTER-PARTY

  Drew Griffiths

  We had just come offstage and my ears were ringing. The set was tight and she was all smiles backstage. I loved watching her play, the muscles in her arms and shoulders flexing as she worked the strings. She had impeccable rhythm, untamed red hair, and her pogo-stick jumping owned the stage. It helped that she had to bind herself to stop from falling out of her cocktail dress. I watched her unwrap the Ace bandages from her breasts, her dress hanging off her hips, her hair soaked.

  I was trying to get the tape off my split fingers and keep from getting hard as her nipples grew tight. She started laughing, hands on her hips, barely covered by the last piece of binding pinned between her tits. “Do you want help with that?” She took the small scissors from her makeup bag. I told her no. I couldn’t take being any closer to her right now. She made the same noise she makes in rehearsal, a teeth sucking, pouty-lipped noise that meant I am going to do whatever I want.

  She knelt down at the chair and picked up my hand. Still slightly damp from the stage, her breasts pressed against my bare leg. She took the scissors and began cutting away the white tape. “I can’t believe you still do this.” I blamed it on tradition, then smiled and said, “Have to make sure I keep up with you out there.”