Somewhere along the line, I made a discovery about being a female and being able to be stimulated to such a peak that I experienced ejaculation. I've been encouraged to share my learning experience on here. Who knows, maybe in sharing what I've learned about how my own body reacts, more woman will realize they have the potential and just need to learn what the feelings are and how to make it happen. For that matter, maybe the gentlemen reading this will find the right buttons to assist their partners in reaching that peak. I'm only going to be able to give you a personal perspective. I hope in reading this, you'll find some spark of recognition, something you've experienced already, and realize it is not a freakish thing to have happen. It might save you years of thinking that it's a strange thing to be able to do. It took me too long to realize that the way I respond is not abnormal, unusual maybe, because I allow it to happen. Hundreds of years of Western Society's way of thinking have clouded the fact that the woman can and should enjoy sexual orgasms as much as their male or female partners. Having spent some time talking to other ladies online, I know I'm not the only one out there that can flow like an artesian well.
When my husband and I first started dating, and experimenting with sex, I found I was always getting wet. I'm talking the kind of wet that comes with a long slow kiss leaving my panties more than damp. When we got around to touching more intimately, he would have a soaked hand. Now I knew I wasn't emptying my bladder, it just didn't feel the same. I had no idea where it was coming from. I'll never forget the first time we were at my parent's house after we'd gone out to see a movie. We'd been necking all the way home and by the time we got into the house where everyone was in bed asleep, we couldn't keep our hands off each other. We'd been sitting on the couch, slowly undressing each other, opening shirts, undoing jean buttons, rubbing hands over skin as it was becoming more exposed and getting hotter than hell. He finally pulled my jeans off and kneeled in front of me as I sat on the couch, enabling him to fondle my sensitive breasts while fingering my pussy. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed it down between my legs. Getting no resistance from him at this point, I spread my legs a bit wider and enjoyed my first session of pussy licking. When his tongue contacted my clit for the first time, I squirted, he jumped, licked his lips and dove back down for more. I didn't know what happened within me. I was so hot at that particular moment that I didn't care, it felt good and he seemed to enjoy it. I lost control over what my mind and body were doing and experiencing. They seemed to know all by their selves what to do and who was I to argue with them when I was climbing a peak and jumping off the top?
From that point on, I waited for the same thing to happen whenever he got close to me. Those first tingles preceding any serious sexual contact, would set my mind to wandering into it's own world. I would anticipate his touch and start to flow. I had more wet jeans and shorts that summer, and I learned to wash a lot of laundry before anyone found them. We were both a little more than fascinated with what was going on, and decided to keep experimenting to see what got things started. My clit seemed to be a trigger. Now considering I was studying in the medical field at the time, I started doing some research, but to no avail. Nothing in the medical field even attempted to explain where the female's natural lubrication came from. All they ever said was it 'seemed' to come from the lining of her canal, in other words, they didn't have a clue. I quit reading the books. I knew better. There was no way I could be squirting out streams of fluid from one location internally if it was supposedly from the entire internal lining. So much for science!!!! Research began on a more personal level and was more fun for the two of us I should mention.
Quite by accident one night, I was .....well for lack of a more tactful way of putting it....sitting on his face, when he started to lick around my clit. Now that hooded little fellow got very hard and extended quite nicely so he had something to suck on while he inserted two fingers slowly inside my wet pussy. Being the gentleman that he is, he started a slow in and out motion with those fingers and rubbed up against the top of my canal. Breaking away from the clit kissing for a moment, he commented on the ridges he could always feel at that spot and to prove the point to me, he took my hand and had me place my fingers inside instead. I started to concentrate a bit more on what my hand was feeling and agreed, it was 'different' textured there. Pulling my own hand free so I could lick my fingers, he got back to business and stared nibbling my clit and stroking my insides again. When I felt those now familiar tingles coming on, I rolled my hips forward and back as he curled his fingertips just so they rubbed that spot lightly. With the sensation of having my clit pulled and tugged at, and my spot rubbed, I started to flow. When he swallowed and mmmmmmmmmmmmmmm'd in contentment, I was turned on by his reaction and I let my mind escape. I knew this feeling was coming again and with it, the rush of fluids out of my body. He drank till I settled down a little, then leaned his head back and looked at me.
"Do that again baby, I want to watch it come out". What a turn on for my brain. Taking my own hand on my clit, I started to roll it between my fingers. With the other hand I reached down and inserted two then three fingers inside. I closed my eyes, thought of nothing except how good I was feeling, how intense my stomach was clenching. When he started talking to me and encouraging me with the simple words of 'cum on baby' once again I started to do more than leak. He reached up with both his hands and opened up the lips of my pussy as I pulled my fingers out and continued to stroke my clit. I opened my eyes to see his fixed on the place between my legs. He was grinning like a kid with a new toy. Again, I squirted when my mind took over thinking about how erotic it was that he was watching. I caught him full in the face with the first gush, the second he caught in his mouth. By that time I needed some cock, so I slid down his chest, soaking him along the way because his chest hair felt so wonderful under my thighs. I slid over his stiff cock and rode a bronco that didn't get a chance to buck me off.
Earlier I alluded to Western Civilization's attempt to thwart the females ability to have orgasms. Our generation has learned to even talk about it, (some things from the age of the flower children have benefited us all haven't they?), and in that talking we've changed our way of thinking. Over the years I've constantly been seeking anything in print that discussed my ability to flow so much. Finally in the last few years, thanks to the Internet, I've located references. Like all search engine results here you need to shift through the wheat and chaff. I can not condone those sites that say the only way a woman 'finds' her G -spot is through fisting. That's not the case for all women by any means. I found mine through soft caresses and a willing partner. After locating it, I practiced alone till I'm now fully aware of where it is and how it works. The lasting reward is the fact where I required tactile stimulation years ago, I can get into contractions and orgasms with words whispered to me, holding off the touching and just enjoying the mind's ability to drive me over the top and gush.