"So, you think this will work?" She was excited now.
"I know it will."
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I called Melanie on her cell and gave her a brief synopsis of our lunch conversation. We were both excited over the future of our new business and of the future, we were now just beginning to see for ourselves.
"Melanie, can I pick you up after work?"
"No, I want you to go to your hotel room, get everything you own and bring it to my apartment. I'll meet you there in about two hours.
"Oh, my God, I almost forgot, you have a closing. On the twenty third of next month, the house is yours."
"You do like the house too, don't you Melanie?"
"Before I say anything, give me until late tomorrow for an answer. It's Sunday and the three of us are off work and I have arranged something that I want to keep as a surprise.
"John hold on, I have Carol on the other line."
A minute later, she clicked back to my line. "I'm a bit confused by Carol's cryptic message.
"First she said the black woman in her wants fried chicken for dinner tonight at her place and to make sure that we buy enough for your new apprentice. Then she said, I hope John isn't the jealous type, because I had you last night, so tonight I get the trainee. She laughed and then hung up.
"What's this about?"
"I can't believe her," I said.
"Tell me what's going on John, before I become any more worried."
"I'll explain in detail when I see you, but the gist of it is, Carol found someone who she thinks I can train to make women ejaculate and she is bringing that person over tonight."
"Why does she want you to train someone?"
"Carol explained it to me. I'll give you the short version now.
"Think about the new business, Carol believes there will be a minimum of ten women a day who will want to experience a full blown ejaculation."
Melanie interrupted. "Oh shit, she's right. You could never handle the volume, every day of the week. And you could possibly be looking at as many as twenty or thirty women on some days."
"Woe, the scope of this is over whelming me. First it was thirty seven million, then forty eight million, now in addition to all the other things this clinic will offer, you could be talking about making up to twenty thousand a day."
"Oh, no," Melanie said. "A complete day's session, the whole nine yards of pampering could run over a thousand. I would say a slow day would bring twenty thousand."
"Melanie, this is becoming mind boggling to me. If what you're saying is true, this place could gross, what, fifty thousand a day."
"Yes, quite easily, a good day could gross double or tripple that, with surgery and all."
"I have to be honest; I am finding this to be a little frightening."
"It may be hard to believe, but by next week you will become use to tossing figures like these around.
"John, I have to finish a couple of offers and then I'll be out of here. I'll see you at the apartment. Love you."
"Love you too, Melanie. Bye."
In a lot less than two hours, I had packed all my things from the Holiday Inn and was pulling into the Taylor Arms Apartment complex. A flood of memories rushed back at me as I drove in and parked in my old spot. Melanie's car wasn't there yet.
As I sat there, visions of Alice's tits crossed my mind and a smile came to my lips, but it was quickly replaced by the vision of that kid ramming a red but plug up Alice's ass as I saw her pussy stretched wide by a big black dildo that she was franticly working. I shook that vision out of my head and replaced it with the gorgeous blonde with violet eyes who I realized I wanted to spend the rest of my life with and who, I knew in my heart, loved me.
I got out of my pickup and walked around, to stretch my legs. I had never paid any attention to the tennis courts, but now I had visions of Melanie and me playing. The fact that I had never even held a racket was just creeping into my head, when I saw Melanie park. I ran up to her and grabbed her in my arms before she had both feet out of her car and pulled her tight to me.
The rush of love I felt for her made my eyes tear as I whispered, "Melanie, I love you and I want to play tennis with you."
"What?" She said, as she pulled back and began to search my face, quite possibly for signs of insanity.
"No, I mean, I love you and I had noticed the tennis courts over there and was thinking how nice it would be to play, just you and I."
I wanted to add, for the rest of our lives together, but I was afraid to push my true feelings off on her. I also wondered what Carol would say about that and I could almost feel the dope slap I'm sure she would have given me.
"I didn't know you played, I love the game. I was on the tennis team at Ohio State, but I haven't really played in years."
I could tell she was happy and excited at the prospect, so I told myself to keep my mouth shut and first thing Monday morning get my ass over to the closest tennis club and take about ten hours of lessons, all in the same day.
"Well;" I said, trying to change the subject, "I'm sure you have a load of questions, after Carol's message. So can we go in and talk over a cup of coffee?"
"Where are your things? Don't you want to bring them in now?"
"No. I want to spend time with you, I only have two suitcases of cloths and I can bring them in tonight when we come back from Carols'."
"Oh, I almost forgot, Carol wants us there by 6:30. We have less than an hour before we have to leave. I don't even have time for a shower."
"That's probably a good thing. If I saw you naked, we'd be really late."
"Well, if that's the case, I won't even change and I can show off my new wardrobe to Carol."
"Fine," I said huffily, "but I want a cup of coffee while we talk."
We went in; Melanie had one of the largest apartments that the Arms offered. Four bedrooms, the master, which was really a good size, a lot bigger than the one I had. Melanie had converted one of the bedrooms into an office, another into a small library. It had three walls of bookcases with books, a soft big armchair with a small coffee table in front of it and two side tables. There were also speakers on all four walls, so I'm guessing she had a nice sound system somewhere in the room.
One of the bedrooms was a guest room, done up nicely with a full sleigh bed, nightstand and dresser all in the shaker style. Melanie's choice of art was eclectic but all in very good taste. Melanie's' middle name was Class.
As I looked around, she busied herself with an espresso coffee machine, a lot bigger than I had ever seen in any house.
I sat as she brought the small cups to the table, saying, "Ok, the part that is bothering me the most. What did she mean by; I hope John isn't the jealous type, because I get the trainee."
"I can only guess. Remember when she said that tonight would be her turn for me to get her to squirt."
"Yes; and I don't have a problem with that. I know what we have and that we both love Carol. I have to say, I felt a sense of pride not jealousy when you made both her and Kay ejaculate, but what is this; with you being jealous and I get the trainee."
"Well, when Carol and I were talking, she pointed out that I would have to train others to do what I do. I told her that we would probably have to interview and start to train a lot of people before we came up with the right ones.
"Well a light went off in Carols head and she said she knew the perfect person, who would be very good at this. Now, I'm guessing that this is the same person she is bringing over tonight."
Melanie just got the picture, "You mean she wants him to practice on me? John, I don't know if I can let another man do that. I mean."
I interrupted, "I'm sorry to say, I am jealous. I don't believe I could watch another man make you have an orgasm. Just the thought of it gets me, well; angry is the only word that I can think of that even begins to cover my emotions.
"Unless you tell me different, I'm going to tell Carol that we can't do this, at least not with you as the learning tool."
"I love Carol, but, John, I know I couldn't do it with another man, not with the way I feel about you."
"Melanie, I have another problem. I feel like I'm being two faced. You can accept me making other women orgasm, but I can't accept another man making you orgasm. How hypocritical is that?"
"It's not the same," she said.
"Melanie, you know how I feel about you and if I sound irrational at any time it's because, I always want you to feel free and not confined by my needs or wants. I hope that makes some kind of sense to you."
"John, maybe we're reading more into this than is really there. Let's see what Carol has in mind first before we jump to any kind of action. Ok?" --------
We pulled into the drive at Carol's mini mansion. I got out caring two big buckets of KFC extra crispy, while Melanie took the bag with the mashed potatoes, slaw, ice tea, corn and the small watermelon I made her buy.
When Carol let us in, she noticed the watermelon. Melanie pointed to me, saying, "That's why we're late, he made me stop at SafeWay."
"John," she said, "why do you always have to be such a shit? If it wasn't for the fact that I love watermelon, I'd throw this at you."
"See;" I said to Melanie. "You thought it was a dumb stupid prank." I stuck my tongue out at her.
The next thing I knew, Melanie hit me in the face with the lid from a bucket of KFC and Carol whacked me on the back of the head.
"Well, just see if I ever do anything nice for you two again."
Melanie spoke up. "Oh yeah. That reminds me. Carol, don't ever let John near a women's clothing store. This is his idea of women's fashion."
She struck a pose and spun around, while putting the sunglasses on for effect.
Carol gasped, "You didn't go to work like that?"
"Oh yes I did. Love will make you do stupid things."
"You must have frightened all the prospective buyers away."
"Well, to be honest, I closed two deals today."
"See." I jumped in, "Your clothes couldn't be all that bad."
"Sweetie," Melanie crooned, "To be honest I think these people felt sorry for me and bought the homes so I could afford some new clothes."
Both she and Carol laughed hysterically.
"Ok. All right. My feelings are now crushed beyond repair. My ego has been dashed into a million pieces."
"John, we both know you, and you not only have no taste in clothing, but you are a terrible actor."
"Fine, but see if I buy either one of you anything but toasters from now on."
They both looked at each other and once again began to laugh. I was about to use my rapier sharp whit when a young man, early twenties came into the kitchen.
He said "Hi" and stopped for a moment, looked Melanie up and down with a disbelieving look on his face that almost shouted, "What is that woman wearing."
Carol and Melanie saw the same thing and once again they looked at each other. Holding their sides, they roared with laughter.
As they laughed, I walked by the table, and said to the young man, who was dressed casually, but was as neat as a pin.
"Thank you very much, I almost had them back under my control and you started them back up again."
Carol looked up at the shocked expression on the young man's face, snorted and began to laugh. Melanie was laughing even harder, when she suddenly passed gas. I'm not talking a little poot, this came close to the shot heard round the world.
Melanie's eyes popped open wide in shock and embarrassment as Carol pointed at her. At this point, even I couldn't hold back and I noticed the new guy was turning his head because he couldn't contain himself.
Slowly, very slowly, while blowing their noses and wiping the tears out of their eyes, with the paper towels, I was sweet enough to get them, they were returning to a more respectable state.
"I'm sorry," the young man was saying, "I didn't mean to cause a problem."
Carol consoled him, "Mark, I'm sorry, but you caught us at one of our favorite sports, making fun of John.
"I'll let you in on a little secret. John can be an ass. The real problem is that he goes out of his way to be one. See that watermelon. Well, John is one of the few people who would bring fried chicken and a watermelon to a black woman and do it on purpose. That's why John said what he did to you, because he is an ass."
"Yes, but a very loveable ass." Melanie interjected.
"Lets dig in, I'm starved. By the way," I stuck out my hand, "I'm John and I'm guessing you're Mark. This very sweet and wonderful woman is Melanie. Melanie, this handsome and fashionably dressed man is Mark. Now that we have all met, what do you say we eat and get to know each other."
"That," Carol said, "is a very good idea. Mark, please pass me an ear of corn."
With that, the conversation started to flow. Mark was extremely neat. He seemed to have very fluid movements that I attributed to his long fingers, a definite plus. I sensed an earthy honest quality about him that I felt would stand him well, if he were to learn to make women ejaculate. I was beginning to see why Carol thought he would be a good candidate.
When we finished eating, Carol began, "John, I told Mark about what it is that you do and the effects that you have on women as you take them from fear and uncertainty to relaxation, realization and what I personally call extreme orgasmic release. I also want you to know that I consider Mark one of my top nurses. He seems to possess a lot of the intuitiveness that you have.
"Mark has told me that he is very interested in having you mentor him. He is also familiar with Kay and was both pleased and surprised when I went over the recent session and subsequent surgery.
"Anyway, John, Mark, please excuse both Melanie and I. We need to remove the chicken grease and change. We shouldn't be more than a half hour. There is coffee in the urn and several different desserts in the small refrigerator help yourselves."
"Carol; you and I need to talk privately and now."
"No John, not now. When we come back out."
With that, they left.
Once we both had a small mug of Carol's excellent coffee, I suggested we go out to the garden area.
Before I could speak, Mark began. "John, do you have a problem with me, you seem rather hesitant."
"Sorry Mark. No, there is no problem with you. I have been analyzing you in my mind as we ate. I believe as Carol does, that you have the intuitive power that could help women.
"I've noticed your fingers. You could have an easier time reaching their peritoneal gland and stimulating it than I do. Any reservation that you sense in me is not about you, but is self-centered. You're sensing the fears that I know I have and must face.
"As for you, my intuition tells me you will quite possibly be better at this than I am. Oh and that, is not one of my fears, it is however one of my most fervent hopes. In case your wondering why, or if you doubt my honesty. It is because I know I don't catch everything. I wish I were a little smarter, a little more in tuned.
"I am sure that I can teach you the technique, but the rest, I am not so sure of. If you do agree to learn from me, we will both be learning together. Make no mistake, I am no master."
"John, can I talk to you about anything that has to do with you instructing me on how to get a woman to relax and have a female ejaculation?"
"This is one of those questions, where I shoot myself in the foot. Isn't it Mark.
"Anyway, go ahead, ask away."
"You don't want Melanie involved in my training. Do you!"
"Mark, I expected to be shot in the foot, not the heart. To give you an honest answer. No, I don't want her involved, for no other reason than stupid jealousy. I will admit to you that my jealousy makes me feel ashamed. Ashamed of being week and insecure." -----
Carol floated in, with a royal blue silk robe billowing around her, moving as always with the grace of a goddess. Her beauty seemed to surround her like an aurora. Melanie was wearing her terry robe, but she was still no less beautiful as the white robe seemed to make her eyes even more brilliant.
"Mark, come with me for a minute, we'll go in here and talk in private."
Carol led him into the study and closed the door. Melanie softly came to me and put her head on my shoulder. I sensed she was about to speak so I cut her off before she even had a chance to begin.
"Carol convinced you to do this. Didn't she?"
I felt her take a deep breath as my arm went around her waist. "No, she didn't convince me, she helped me see what has to be done. It is just this one time and with both of us helping him, he can help us.
"I'm the only one who can do this the first time. Think John. You know I will be very nervous, but I know what it is like to be calmed by you. I still have my fears, when it comes to any other man, but I know how you helped me through them. I know how it should feel just before I come and I'll sense if he has the touch or not."
"Melanie," I paused as I took her in my arms and held her tight, "I don't know if I can do this, not with you."
"John, I'm going to ask you to do this for me, and I'll explain more after. I promise, but I need to do this. I need you not to think of me in there, you can not show me any warmth or compassion, you must think of me as just another Kay and give directions to Mark."
In a trembling pleading voice, she said. "Please do this for me, separate yourself from me for just this short time. I need this to happen. I love you John." And with that, she ran down the hall to the spare bedroom.
I took a moment, it was psychologically important to have this happen, it didn't take Freud to figure that out. My problem was how am I going to keep my feelings separate. Shit, I was going to need a shrink after tonight.
"Ok my love, before I lose my nerve," I said to myself.
I tapped on the door to the study, "Sorry to interrupt, but you two have been in there a while, do I have time for another cup of coffee."
The door swung open. Carol walked softly out and up to me, kissed me ever so tenderly on the lips, then put her cheek next to mine and whispered, "Its important, don't fuck up, she loves you John."
"Thanks Carol. You took a lot of the pressure off."
"I love you too John Drake. Now, make us both proud."
Carol led the precession. Melanie was there sitting in a chair on the opposite side of the bed, up by the headboard with no expression on her face. Mark was pointed to a seat by the foot of the bed, on the side where I was standing.
With her usual flourish, Carol removed her robe, I didn't notice if there had been any reaction from Mark, but the sight of Carols heavenly body gave me an instant hard on.
Carol made a point of noticing and said, "It's nice to see I hadn't lost my touch."
A quick glance at Melanie, and I noticed a smile beginning.
"Carol, are you comfortable?"
"Yes, John, now let's get on with this."
"First thing, Mark." I said, as I stuck my finger in Carol's breast, pushing down on one of her rough dark nipples, "these aren't just tits, these are gorgeous teats."
My hand got slapped away, "Stop being an ass."
I leaned my head over Carol's ear and said, "I love you.", as I slid a hand under her neck, feeling her tense muscles.
After a moment, I began using both my hands on her muscles at the base of her neck and on her shoulders.
"Baby, you're tense," I said as I moved both hands to her arm and began to massage down to her fingers.
"Oh, that feels good." she sighed.
I took my time and then got the other arm and worked it down to her fingertips. Next, I brought both hands up and began massaging her temples as I kissed her eyelids. I worked my way down her face, to her jaw line, neck, shoulders, and then I cupped both breasts and her nipples began to swell as I traced around them with my fingertips.
With one hand, I drew a wavy line down and across her belly and back up as I reached over to get the lube. I stopped for a few seconds as I spread some on the fingers of my right hand. Once again, I circled only her right breast and in one quick motion, I pinched her nipple hard as I pushed my fingers down over her clit. I could feel her body tensions mounting but she was reverting to not vocalizing her feelings.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby," I breathed. "I guess I need to make it feel better."
I put my head against her chest, stuck my tongue out and played with her nipple. When I felt her move, I slid my fingers into her and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
I heard a sharp intake of air as I released her nipple and removed my fingers from her vagina.
"Oh Carol, I wish I could make it feel better for you. I'm going to have to try something else."
I pulled my hand away from her clit and spread some lube on my little finger.
As I began to make it circle her pucker, Carol's entire body started to become rigid with pre-orgasmic tension. I put my fingers on her clit, began to stroke it, and got a very soft quiet, "Oh yes" out of her.
"Baby, did you say something." I asked as I stopped stroking.
Now I got a "Nooo."
"I didn't think so," I said, with a slight hint of mockery.
I went back to jerking her clit off. I could feel her hart beat. Her clit was pulsing strongly and her ass was beginning to rise off the bed.
"Oh Baby," I whispered again. "I wish there was something I could do to make it feel good to you."
With that, her eyes opened and she spat, "You bastard, Fuck me, I need to come."
"What ever you say, Darlein. I'm here for you to command."
With that, I drove my fingers into her cunt and found the large spongy spot I knew would be there. I began to tap, push and stroke it and was quickly rewarded with an "Ahhhhh" as she heaved her hips up and began to squirt the second my fingers were out of her.
Her fingers moved to her clit and began a hard fast pulling on it as she squirted a little more.
When her hips almost hit the mattress, I moved her hand and put my fingers back in. By angling, my palm away from her clit I was able to insert my little finger in her ass. It was almost as if she started singing soprano in the key of "Ohhhhh Fuckkkkkk."
It only took six thrusts and she was squirting again. When she could catch her breath between contractions, her hands were frantically trying to grab on to something in front of her that wasn't there.
"John." She gasped, "Put a --- dildo --- in my ass."
I reached over and quickly lubed a small dildo. I spread her cheeks and saw her ass hole opening and closing, as if it was a fish out of water. I put the head up to it and when I saw it open, I pushed and it was as if it was sucked in.
I put my fingers back in and with every contraction, the dildo in her ass would push my fingers against her swollen gland. All I had to do was rub as she was doing the pushing.
This time, it seemed to build slowly. Her hips were up off the bed and she was clutching the sheets in her hands. As she began a soft wail.
"Oh John, please take me over the top. Please!"
At her request, I pushed hard and there was a feral scream. With my fingers stuck in her, just like Kay, she was squirting, probably an eighth of a cup per pulse. It was like a perpetual motion machine. She would have a contraction, forcing my fingers up, causing her to squirt and have another contraction that would force my fingers up and cause her to squirt again.
Carol was arched between her shoulders and heals, her face was blotchy, and her breathing was causing her to hyperventilate as she called for help, "No More, NO MORE!"
Her entire body was beginning to tremble and spasm. I couldn't reach over to remove the dildo from her ass.
As calmly as possible I said, "Mark, I need you to reach over and forcefully remove the dildo from her rectum. Now please."
With out a moment's hesitation, Mark took a firm hold and with a steady pull, removed it. With it gone, Carol collapsed to the bed like a broken doll.
Mark moved me aside and put his fingers to the artery in her throat. "My God, her hart is beating to fast for me to count."
"Mark, I need you to get out of the way." I rolled the trembling body on its side, inserted a dildo in her cunt and put the small one back in her ass and moved her into the fetal position.
"What are you doing?" Mark demanded, "Stop doing that."
He was trying to push me out of the way so he could remove the dildos, when suddenly Melanie's calm voice broke the tension.
"Mark, step away, John knows what he is doing, just watch and learn."
Marks forehead was perspiring, but he did as Melanie asked.
I covered Carol, whose trembling had subsided some and I lay down beside her, spooning into the same fetal shape around her. "Carol Baby, are you ok."
"Yes, came a soft child like whisper, "Let me rest for a while ok?"
I got up off the bed, looked at Melanie and Mark, and nodded toward the door. When we got to the kitchen, Melanie took my arm, looked at the tent in my pants, and said, "Let me help."
"Not yet, I'm saving that for you, but I could use some of that sugary ice tea we brought."
Mark still had sweat on his brow. As he asked in a demanding voice. "What in the hell happened in there."
I looked at Melanie, and said, "I could give him the man's perspective, but it might be better if he had an understanding of what it's like from your side."
Melanie addressed him. "Mark first you have to understand, that this is a feeling that is unique. The closest I can describe it, is like having a clitoral, a G spot and a vaginal orgasm at the same time that you are peeing. Also, the orgasms intensify, with each spurt. Plus, it's kind if like eating a potato chip."
There was a puzzled look on Mark's face.
"Did you ever hear the commercial, you can't eat just one. Well, these orgasms are exactly the same. You're not satisfied with just one. You want more and more. Your body craves it and continues to make you want to come until your body reaches an overload and you collapse."
"I can't believe that any woman would want to put herself through what I just saw Carol go through." was his response.
"Normally, it doesn't go that far. I'm guessing that the same thing happened to Carol as happened to Kay."
"Very close." I said, "What seems to happen is that the dildo in the rectum forces up on my fingers and unless I could remove them before the ejaculations start they get locked in place. The orgasm pushes up and causes another orgasm that pushes up and it becomes an endless cycle. Fortunately, Mark, you kept a cool head and removed the dildo, without just yanking it out."
Mark smiled, "I have had some practice at it."
"Oh go on," Melanie said. "I can't believe you're gay."
"And you and Carol call me an ass for saying stuff like that."
"Sorry, it must be rubbing off on me."
Mark was looking down as he began to talk, "I; I don't think I can do what I just saw in there. It felt to me like it was almost barbaric and that you were torturing Carol."
Melanie jumped in front of me, as if she was protecting me from an armed attacker, and began in a hostile voice, "Well Mark."
I stopped her by putting my hand on her shoulder and interrupted, "I think, I know what has happened here. Both you and I assumed that Carol had told poor Mark what to expect and you know about that word, ASS-U-ME."
Melanie chimed in, "I can see where Mark would feel like that, with out knowing that Carol won't normally moan or vocalize herself."
I saw the puzzled look again. "Melanie, would you go in and check on Carol, while I try to explain and fill in the gaps, for Mark."
Even before she left, I was explaining. "The idea behind this is not just to see how many orgasms a woman can have or how far she can squirt. I suppose you could say it's a reward, for a woman facing her demons. No matter that she doesn't conquer them. Your true job will be to get the woman to relax and accept you. After that, if you sense other problems, you can either tease them up so she recognizes them or let them lie. You have to remember that your main goal and most difficult challenge is to relax them, put them at ease, and then you can reward them with a unique experience."
"Fine, I have no problem with that, but what I saw with Carol, was not relaxing her."
"Understand this, I have been with Carol before, at least four times now, I know what her demon is."
"Yes, but you were tormenting her, she even called you a bastard."
I smiled at the thought, "Yes she did and I was so proud of her. Mark, you have no idea what it took for her to speak at all, let alone vocalize an emotional outburst like that. As far as any torment, what I did was necessary in my opinion.
"Now the episode that occurred after the dildo was inserted in her rectum, well, that is a private matter and I won't discuss it. If you feel the need to know more, you'll have to ask her, however, I wish that you would not and hope you trust me enough to believe that I have no desire to physically or emotionally hurt Carol. I can say; I did not expect it to affect her in almost the same way as it did Kay."
"John, I am still not sure if I can do this."
"Let me ask you Mark, are you afraid to try or are you afraid you'll fail?"
"I am afraid of disappointing Carol, you and Melanie. Then there are my personal doubts about my ability to do this. Especially with Melanie."
"Mark, Melanie and I have talked. She is the perfect woman for your first time."
"Yeah, but..."
I stopped him. "Listen to me. Melanie is nervous about this, as will most every woman that you will encounter in the future. That is one of your challenges to over come.
"Melanie has more than one demon. This is nothing that you must overcome, just something that you have to deal with in order to make her relax. She is also experienced in how everything should feel and when she should be feeling it. In a way, she will be grading your performance."
"How will I know what to do to get her to have an ejaculation and once she has one, do I keep on going until she passes out?"
"No, Mark, we will take it slow. First, I am going to leave you to your own devices, to see how you naturally act in an effort to get Melanie to relax. Once you have done that, I'll show and or tell you what you need to feel for and give you the where and how's. Ok, all I need from you is to hear you say, I'm prepared to do my best and I understand, that I am learning something new.
"Ok, now say it."
In a shaky voice, Mark did say what I wanted to hear.
"Now, let's go into the class room for pussy squirting 101." --------
Carol was now lying on the bed on top of a new comforter, wearing her silk robe. Her head was propped up by a couple of pillows and she and Melanie were lost in quiet conversation, as Melanie was lying on her side with her hand propping her head up.
"Carol my baby, how are you feeling?"
"I'm still a little shaky I had to remove the one from my ass, because my vagina is still pulsing and it was too much for me."
"Mark, is understandably concerned, can you give him some insight into why you were screaming while contorting your body and flooding the place. Oh, I did explain why you called me a bastard."
"I'm sorry about that John. You know I didn't really mean it."
"I know, I said in as much of a child like voice as I could possible make, as I rolled my lower lip out and made my chin quiver as I said, "I forgive you Carol."
"John Drake, she said loudly, "why are you such a shit."
I looked at her with my lip stilled rolled out and said, "Because you wouldn't love me as much if I wasn't."
"God help us all, because you're right."
Carol continued, "Forget about John. Mark, I'm guessing my convulsions startled you. All I can say is get use to it. If you're half as good as John is, you'll be making women scream, writhe and shoot gallons of peritoneal fluid.
"That is a good thing. You need to understand this. Crudely put, when a woman has a screaming earth shattering orgasm, when her hips are aching from thrusting them forward and her pussy trembles uncontrollably as she feels a warm wet stream being pulsed out of her, when her clit feels like it will explode and she never wants those feelings to stop. That's when the whole world becomes ordered and things just seem to fall into place.
"Despite the outward appearance, underneath it all there is a calmness that increases as the overload of sensations fall away. Most people refer to this as the after glow. Well the stronger the sensations the stronger and longer the afterglow.
"Now, I expect you to follow John's directions and make sure Melanie has a very nice afterglow.
"Are you ready Melanie."
"As I'll ever be," she said as she removed her robe and lay down with her legs slightly spread.
I moved the chair so that I was out of Melanie's field of vision. She was so beautiful, her hair lay like a golden corona around her head and I felt a lump in my throat. I closed my eyes and shouted in my head, I Love You, as I hoped she would somehow hear me.
I heard a sharp gasp from Melanie and opened my eyes, ready to spring to her aid, when I saw the long slender fingers of Mark stroke her belly. At that moment, I felt a pain in my heart worse than any knife could cause. I closed my eyes, gripped the arms of the chair and pushed myself back into it, trying to get my mind far away from here, but the pain kept drawing me back.
"John," my name was being spoken so softly. "John, help him."
I opened my eyes. It was Melanie calling.
"John, come and help."
Before she could finish I was by her side. She looked up at me.
"John, help him, show him, he is more nervous than I am." I noticed that Carol was in observation mode.
I looked into Melanie's eyes, and without a single spoken word, we both reassured each other that all would be fine.
I pushed my fears aside and leapt into motion.
"Mark, come out here for a minute."
When we were out in the hall, I reached in my pocket and came out with my phone and earpiece, I then went to Melanie's bag and removed hers. I opened her phone and pressed my number. My phone started to ring and I pushed connect on my earpiece then stuck it in Marks ear.
"Get the picture?" I said, and he nodded.
"Ok, now, get back in there and do what I tell you. I'll stay out here and peek in from the door where neither of you can see me."
Mark walked in and back to Melanie.
I could hear her ask, "Where's John?"
I saw Mark point to the earpiece and say, "He is in my head."
"Ok Mark, I'll give you general directions and you do what feels natural, got it."
Mark spoke, "Yes."
"That was a rhetorical, got it. You're not supposed to talk to me."
"Now," I said, "put your nose to the side of Melanie's head, just above her ear and take a deep inhale."
I waited to see what would happen, and waited, Melanie lay there and he kept his head by her ear. Finally, I couldn't take it any more.
"Mark, get with the program, say something. Now breathe in again."
He did and said, "Your hair smells so fresh." Long pause.
"Don't stop there," I whispered.
"Melanie," he began, "I am so damn scared, and I don't want to disappoint you or anyone."
"Oh Mark," Melanie whispered. "You're doing fine, there is no time limit here, try and relax."
Melanie reached up, put her hand on the side of Mark's head, and brought it down to her so she could kiss his cheek.
When I saw that I said, "Now, now, Mark, slide your hand over her belly and if you can, ease two fingers between the folds that cover her clit. Once you feel it, slide your whole hand over the entire area until I tell you what to do next."
I heard Melanie suck in some air and I knew Mark found it.
"Don't rush," I told him. "Keep it up, slowly, with not to much pressure. The next thing, I'm going to want you to do is to put some lube on your fingers, not a lot, you can get more later, but for now, she will probably be a little dry and you're going to need it.
"Before you do that, I am letting you know, there is nothing more I can tell you, you're the one who has to decide what is best to do and when. I will watch and let you know when she looks ready for you to move on to the next step for her to ejaculate. Until then, you're on your own.
"Now, get her relaxed and get her turned on."
I turned my back to the wall and sat on the floor, just outside the door. I closed my eyes, and removed my earpiece, knowing I didn't have to see or hear, to know when my love was ready.
It seemed to take forever and I didn't look until I heard Carol say, "Melanie baby, play with your breasts." and then she cooed to her, "yes baby, just like that."
I couldn't see what Mark was doing, but I could see Melanie, pulling on her right nipple. Her eyes were closed and her face looked serene, not a bad sign. As I watched, I saw a small space between her neck and the bed.
I stuck the earpiece back in my ear, "Mark."
Mark jumped, not expecting my voice after the quiet.
"It won't be long now. I need you to insert two fingers of your left hand into her vagina. Don't push them all the way in, only up to the second knuckle. Lift your left heel when there in.
"Next, I need you to lift your fingers to the top of the vagina and slide your fingers around. You are looking to feel a spongy spot. It may feel like a slightly rough spot to you and you may have to move your fingers in or out a little. Raise your heel when you think you've found it."
Almost instantly, his heel went up.
"If it is hard, wiggle your heel side to side."
Side to side it was, "Good," I said. "That means she is ready.
"Start slowly and lightly rubbing the area and hear me out completely before you start to do anything else."
He raised his heel.
"You are going to give that spot three or four quick hard taps, then you will slide your fingers out and slide them up and down over her clit, about five to six times. You will repeat this until she begins to raise her hips in an effort to keep your fingers in her.
"That's your sign to tap and push against her gland. Remember how Carol bucked. The same will happen here and your fingers will slide out just before she squirts."
I continued with my instructions, "Mark, your arm could be come cramped or at least very tired, try your best, but if your arm gives out it's not a problem, just calmly call me. You're doing great so far Mark, let's see you finish this."
With that, I hung up and watched as he began to follow my instructions. He was doing it to perfection, Melanie's ass was up off the bed and she was moving her hips.
"I'm going to cum," she began to cry, as she began to buck, dislodging Mark's fingers as her first squirt erupted, then a second, not as far and a third short spurt as her ass hit the mattress.
Mark was ready to put his fingers back in as Carol spoke, "Very good Mark, I can't wait to see how you do with me, but for now, Melanie needs rest. Let's go in the garden and make some coffee for everyone."
Carol ushered him out and I rushed to Melanie, as she said, "Quick, I need you and you promised you were saving something for me."
I just took my pants off. Even though I was soft during the training of Mark, seeing Melanie's beautiful breasts, firm belly and her mound, gave me a instant sense of urgency. As Melanie scooted to the edge of the bed, my prick was fully hard. I raised her legs, slid into her, and began to hammer her swollen gland.
"Yes John, that's it you're making me cum. Yes John" she screamed as she threw herself back and began to drench me with spurt after spurt. When I was able to hold her still enough to enter her again, it was me who needed release.
"Melanie, Oh, God, I can't hold out much longer, please Melanie, fuck harder."
She pushed hard against me driving my prick, attacking her engourged spongy button.
"Melanie, now." I squalled, as she bucked, releasing my prick as I shot cum that was hitting her tits and face as she began gushing a spray that was drenching us both.
"I love you." I heard her say over her ragged breathing, "Please come back in me, I need to feel you."
I laid her down on the wet bed. She on her side as I spooned in behind her and was welcomed by the caressing of her muscles on my softening dick. I wrapped an arm over her to hold a perfect breast.
We embraced like that, until the bed and my wet shirt started to feel cold. With out a word, we both move to get up and headed to the adjoining bath for a hot shower. I wanted to fool around, but Melanie felt we should join Mark and Carol as quickly as possible. Melanie handed me another of Carol's white terry robes, this one big enough for me.
We joined Mark and Carol, in the garden.
I looked at Carol, saying, "I couldn't find your silk robes, can you tell me where you keep them?"
"John, so help me, if I ever catch you even touching one of my silk robes, I'll break those magic fingers of yours. I don't care how good they make me feel. Besides I now have a replacement." and she stuck out her tongue.
"Carol, stop being such an ass." I retorted.
"Enough of the frivolity," Melanie interjected. "I think, we all agree, that Mark has the potential that we need, so," she looked at Carol.
Mark spoke, "Carol and I have talked and despite my doubts as to my abilities, I am beginning to understand the facets and psychological potential for this kind of sex therapy."
Melanie looked at him, "So is that what we're going to call mind numbing orgasms now."
Mark smiled, "You know perfectly well, what I mean."
"Sorry, I just couldn't resist making fun."
Mark walked up to Melanie, kissed her cheek and did the same to Carol.
"It's late and I have to be into work, at 6:30 tomorrow. So John, you'll call me with a training schedule?"
I nodded, not having a clue as to what he was talking about and added, "Thanks Mark, believe it or not, you did exceptionally well tonight."
"Well, thanks, and I'll see you later, good night Melanie," he said, as he and Carol walked to the door.
Melanie and I waited quietly and patiently for Carols return.
When she came back into the garden, she spoke, "I suppose you're both wondering what that was all about?"
We both gave her blank looks.
"Fine, I'll have you know I had to do some fast talking. He has a serious problem with his ego and self-esteem. He seems to lack both, and all this time I thought he had it together. I guess, just because a person is conscientious and helpful, doesn't mean that they have faith in there own abilities.
"We do all agree that he has the potential; right?"
I spoke, "There is no doubt in my mind. If I can build his confidence he will be very good."
"Ok, that being the case, John you need to train him up and do what you can to at least build some ego in him. I was thinking, we could place ads for college women to participate in some sex therapy research at my clinic, hell I could even apply for a couple of research grants.
"All we need now is the working capital."
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