“Now, let’s talk about the women! Women can have a wide variety of different kinds of orgasms as well. You may find that when a woman climaxes, she may become slightly wetter at that moment, or…she may go to the other side of that extreme and gush, or even experience a female ejaculation, or a wide variety of different things in between. Additionally, she may not climax or orgasm the same exact way every time either. A lot of that depends on the amount of stimulation she’s received, how aroused she may be, as well as what kinds of techniques, toy’s or even the kinds of fantasies she might currently be thinking about when she cums. All of these can have an impact on the type of orgasm a woman can have. From the slightly wet, to the very moist, to “puddling” as it’s often referred to, gushing, squirting, ejaculating. There’s all sorts and kinds of female orgasmic pleasures to be discovered.”
Carol let that all sink in for a few minutes, then asked.
“Ok Melinda, let’s begin with you. How many different kinds and types of orgasms have you personally experienced?”
Nervously she admitted to two or perhaps three of those.
“And which were they? How did they feel differently from one another? And which of those do you prefer experiencing the most?”
She was obviously a bit flustered, but like most everyone else, becoming aroused with the intensely explicit conversation taking place.
“Mostly I just get a little wet,” she began shyly. “That’s usually when I’m just masturbating for a little stress relief, or if I’m really tired and can’t seem to fall asleep, then doing that sometimes helps.”
“That’s pretty normal and typical under those circumstances,” Carol urged her to continue with a nod of her head.
“The other…” Melinda paused trying to collect herself though she was also blushing furiously. “If I’m really horny, spend some time…” she paused again becoming even more red-faced, “then sometimes, but not always, I sort of…there’s this…”
“Go on honey,” Carol said easily.
“I spurt a little. The first time I did it, I though I had peed, but I didn’t, I mean it wasn’t because it wasn’t the same at all. I know, I even tasted it to make sure!” Now she was really blushing and hid her head shamefacedly.
“Nothing to be ashamed about Melinda, a lot of women can and do spurt as you call it, and you’re right too, we don’t pee when we’re doing that.”
Melinda looked up relieved that Carol had supported her statement.
“And the third?”
It became obvious to everyone that Carol was going to help Melinda work through this somewhat embarrassing admission.
“That’s only happened once,” she began. “One time my girlfriend Theresa…” Suddenly she stopped realizing what she’d just said. “I can’t believe I just said that!” she stammered out in alarm.
“Melinda? I think the reality is that a lot of women have been curious at one time or another and have experimented with other women, that too is perfectly normal. I certainly have myself. Now please…continue.”
Melinda gathered herself then rushed into it quickly. “I just sort of exploded, not sure how else to describe it, but suddenly there was this gush, and I just drenched her. On top of all that, it freaked her out and I’ve never seen or heard from her since. Needless to say, whenever I’ve even felt like that particular sensation is starting to happen, then I stop what I’m doing.”
“So you deny yourself the pleasure of that particular orgasm then,” Carol stated.
“I’m still not sure that’s what it even was,” Melinda thought back considering.
“Didn’t it feel good?”
“I don’t honestly remember, maybe, but like I said, it was so freaky that I can’t remember if it was or it wasn’t.”
“Well, it a moment here, we’ll see what we can do about that,” Carol told her directly. “And how about you Patty?”
“Me? Ah well…I don’t know really. I mean sure I get sorta wet, and get all tingly inside and kind of dizzy for a few moments, but that’s about it.”
“Do you masturbate often?” Carol asked.
“Ah no, not really,” she admitted. “Once in a while is all, mostly at bedtime.”
“I see. Kate?”
“I think I’m pretty much like everyone else,” she said comfortably. “I can get pretty wet to be sure, dependant on how horny I am of course,” she said smiling, turning towards me as she said that. “But there have been a few times when I’m sort of ‘frothy’ too I guess, which is the only real way to describe it. I mean I get all squishy inside, and then it sort of turns frothy and creamy I suppose, which leaks out of me when I cum, but not always,” she added now feeling her cheeks redden.
Carol turned so she was now facing everyone once again. “These are all fairly typical and very normal examples and differences of the female orgasm. As I mentioned earlier, there are a wide variety’s and ways that a woman can indeed orgasm, and not always in the same way. What I would like to do now is show everyone what one of those ways might be. But I would also like to ask Melinda if she would be brave enough to allow me to show her and all of you exactly what I mean.”
Melinda looked up towards Carol in surprise and alarm.
“I don’t know…I don’t know if I can,” she stammered uneasily.
“I’ll help, if you’ll let me,” Pete stated smiling at her encouragingly. “You would? I mean you will?” Melinda asked surprised.
“Sure, if that’s alright?” He questioned looking back towards Carol.
“That would be just fine,” Carol agreed. “In fact, it would be my recommendation that you just place yourself here on these pillows, get all nice and comfy, and let me direct things and see if we can’t give you a very nice, very intense orgasm. How’s that sound?”
“Ok,” she said hesitantly, but moved over and did what Carol had suggested.
“Jim? Pete? Why don’t you two come over here on either side of her,” Carol directed. “Do you enjoy having your breasts played with?” she asked directly.
“Yes,” Melinda said nervously grinning. “I do that all the time when I’m, well…you know,” she blushed. “But yes, I like that.”
“Alright then, Pete? Jim? Why don’t the two of you sort of just softly caress her then as I begin. Pete…don’t forget to ‘listen’ to her signals, and watch her body language as we do this.”
Even I had to admit this was fascinating. The rest of us gathered around, though not too closely to cause Melinda any further discomfort, but it was a bit of a surprise when it was fully realized what Carol’s full intentions were. Spreading Melinda’s legs quite revealingly, she began to lightly caress Melinda’s wide openly displayed pussy, running the tips of her fingers up and down the slick folds, pausing to tease with the gentle tip of a finger, the hard pink nubbin of her femininity. Melinda moaned pleasurably, closing her eyes and affectively shutting everyone out, except for the presence of two pairs of hands that now began to kneed and caress her full breasts.
When Carol was confident Melinda was truly ready, she leaned over lying down, placing herself comfortably between her legs and allowed her tongue to now begin doing what her fingers had been doing only moments ago. Melinda squirmed beneath her, but not in some effort to get away, more in an involuntary control as her body responded to the titillating sensations that Carol’s tongue and lips were suddenly bringing to her.
“Whew,” Kate moaned in a near whisper kneeling next to me as we watched. “Who’d have thought?”
Though I didn’t exactly answer her vocally, I couldn’t have agreed more and knelt behind her cupping her breasts, toying with them softly as we sat there watching Melinda’s pussy being eaten, along with everyone else.
Carol took a great deal of time, she was obviously in no hurry here whatsoever. Jim and Pete watched Melinda’s responses, massaging, then more forcefully stimulating the young woman’s breasts as Pete looked towards Jim for occasional direction, emulating the other man’s techniques as the two of them played with Melinda’s breasts. “Fuck,” we all heard Patty moan in obvious pleasure and enjoyment. I’m not even sure she knew she’d uttered the word as she too knelt off to one side, allowing herself a clear view of what Carol was contentedly doing to Melinda’s cunt. She had one hand down between her own legs, obviously frigging herself as she watched while Bill sat next to her, doing the same thing to himself.
Suddenly Melinda’s eyes flew open. “I…I…maybe you’d better stop doing whatever it is that you’re doing,” she near panicked. “I’m starting to feel that one feeling…” she breathed harshly.
Carol spoke, though briefly remaining down between Melinda’s legs. “Relax, that’s what I want you to feel,” she explained. “Just let it happen, give into it and let it happen. Trust me.”
Jim had now leaned over and began licking and sucking Melinda’s breast, taking his cue from that, Pete quickly began doing the same thing to the other as Melinda moaned audibly, her back suddenly arching upwards off of the cushion of pillows beneath her.
“Oh god, oh fuck…oh fuck!” She wailed suddenly.
At that moment Carol sat up slightly, her fingers taking over for whatever her lips and tongue had been doing. “Now, watch her, watch this as she cums,” she announced to everyone.
A second later a flush of clear liquid exploded from Melinda’s cunt in a wide forceful spray that literally drenched Carol’s still stroking hand, not to mention splashing directly against her own magnificent looking breasts, coating them in a wet oily substance that dripped from her as though someone had thrown a full glass of water against them.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” Carol continued to urge as Melinda’s pussy seemed to continue pumping out additional little spurtings, though all those that followed, curiously interesting in their own rite, had not had the volume of eruption that the very first one had had.
Melinda all but collapsed at that point, exhausted, surprised, and had even begun weeping.
“Is she all right?” Pete asked worriedly.
“She’ll be fine,” Carol assured him. “She’s just allowed herself to experience something she’s been denying herself all along.”
Everyone more or less scooted back to where they had once been sitting, still slightly amazed and in awe at the glorious pussy-spurting spectacle hey had all just witnessed.
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