Why do some women scream and others don't when they having an orgasm.

I think I got louder as I got older. When I lived with my parents, I was one of a bunch of kids so masturbating had to be utterly silent or someone would come knocking to make sure you were ok or not crying. It also had to be quick because privacy was a limited luxury. Similarly, college dorms or flimsy walled aparments with roommates kept everyone pretty hushed unless you knew you were home alone. Of course, now I’m the parent with them house full of kids so I’m still pretty quiet but with strategically placed fans and radios I can at least moan and mutter and breathe loudly to let the husband know when he’s on the right spot without waking up the house. He travels a lot for work and I occasionally fly out to wherever he is and we have a weekend in a hotel. Those weekends I can get pretty loud and demanding! One weekend we hadn’t seen each other in a while and we jumped on each other in an Airbnb. We were both pretty eager and as he took me from behind I hollered “Fuck me Harder!!” Way louder than either of us was expecting. He didn’t disappoint but joked later that he’d probably never be able to go back to that Airbnb if the neighbors talked to the owner!

I still don’t scream when I orgasm though, I tend to hold my breath when I climax.

It is a language matter. As one learns the skill, their intonation goes with it, as they advance in skill and practice so does their voice that accentuates their successes. .

I had a little school bus companion friend when we were farming. Their place was a half mile across pasture land from ours. We often heard them when the air was right and knew if they were happy, angry, or just working hard, especially in the evening air as darkness approached.

She kept after me on the bus, to drop off at their place. I got the OK from mom one morning before leaving the house. They had a record player, we didn't, and they played some songs for me. We all had radio, and played soft music while milking our herds. But their records really had my interest. While i was watching it working, her and her sister secretly rigged up an enema in another room. When the record finished and was cycling back and forth in the middle, they came in to show me their home and led me straight to their trick. It caught my eye as stunningly as their record player. I froze in my tracks, seeing it dangling in the next door way. We were in the 6th grade and her sister Gertrude was in 8th, Tooty for short. Tooty pinched her sister's butt and she screamed. The air was thick with suspense and the scream caused me to holler as well. Tooty, as she did with the record player, took things in hand and rubbed the side of the bulging bag. Susie looked at me as i turned to see her face. She raised her eyebrows at me, and said, "Tootie likes to be played with and that makes her happy." We would like it if you watch, but not tell and we will let you touch us. She led me to her sister with bowed head and pretty dress made of flower sacks. Susie picked up my hand and put it on her sister's breast to appreciate her maturity. Again, my hand froze with her mammary cupped under my hand. I was speechless. Tooty turned up to see my expression as my mouth dropped open. My heart was pounding as little Susie brought up a chair and pulled me back into it. They got to their planned arangement and kept watching to see me as they moved about, getting onto a dish towel in the floor. I leaned forward as Susie raised her sister's skirt and petted a bit of thin fir at Tooty's Y. Turning away from me, Tooty brought her knee to her chest and gave the dripping nozzle into Susie's hand. I began so smell bacon grease as Susie started playing with her sister's hiney hole. Tooty arched back to see me seeing her and i gave her a big smile. While Tooty held my attention with her eyes, little Susie was starting in with the nozzle. Tooty's eyes closed and she looked away again. I Turned to see Susie and she was intent on working that thing into her big sister, just right. Susie pointed to the hose clamp half way up out of her reach and put a finger to her lips, giving me a nod to open it softly. Again suspense seemed heavy as we played this out together. This was mischief !! As i eased the clamp loose, air up in the hose made a gushing and gurgling sound, giving my secret away. Tooty moaned like a calf calling for its mother and i knelt to cup the breast put under my had earlier. Again with her hiney filling and me by her side Tooty, even louder than before, gave out her little calf call. "What's the matter, little calfy" i cooed into her ear. "Mmmm, pet my fur", she pleaded. So i softly stroked her head and pretended to sympathize. "Sissie,," she sighed, "Stop." And Susie quickly let loose of the nozzle she had up her sister and clamped off the enema. Tooty rolled onto her back, raised her dress from in front and said, "Show him Sissie, teach him." Susie brought me down close and put my hand on her sister's loaded tummy. As i petted on her pooching tummy, Tooty raised her knees and dropped them apart. "Look!" demanded little Susie and she pointed to her sister's new growth and nodded for me to check it out. Leaving her tummy full, i eased my anxious hand down to appreciate her sister's pride. Tooty bellered her begging calf's call again and again. As i politely petted her new pelt, Susie picked up my chin and gave me the no, no with a slight twitching of her forehead. I returned a frown, and Susie motioned with her left hand and dipped it in-between Tootie's private area. Again i sensed the smell of bacon grease. Her right hand parting the way. She turned her left ear down, indicating she wanted me to join her there. As i cautiously eased downward, Susie jumped onto my hand like a jumping spider would and brought my fingers to bear on her sister swollen need. She somewhat played with my fingers and got them to stroke her big sister, just right, nodding in approval and bumping me when i was off mark. Soon i thought i heard a kitty meow and looked up. Again Susie bumped me and turned her left ear down. I searched and found an unusual area within her sister's folds. As i dwelt there, i heard their kitty again. Susie stared at me like, stupid, and dipped her forehead. I was struggling between desire to please and total confusion. So as i found it again, Susie nodded when Tooty meowed for me ever so sweetly, again and again. As Tooty twitched an twisted i would lose my place, causing her to beller like a hungry calf. Finding it again for her, she would purr and meow. Soon, she got very quiet and clamped my hand down with her legs. She seemed to be in a spell i could not relate to and just hoped her spasm would pass. As its grip eased, I noticed her breathing was deep. She tugged my hand out from her business and put it to rest on her precious tittie. No sooner had i started exploring under her neck line, she scrambled up, dashed off and disappeared out the back door.

As Susie and i stood looking at each other, i told her i had chores to do, but she lifted her dress and showed me by opening wide. As i stared she pulled my head into her. There i licked her like a mamma cat did for her kittens. She grabbed my hair with both hands and began stomping the floor with her right foot. I felt her left knee pop forward and sounding like a honey bee, she clamped onto my head till i felt pressure between my eyes. Turning loose of me, she flopped back into the chair, straightening her dress and breathing hard.

She had made almost no sound except with her foot as she was pounding the floor and pulling my hair just before clamping onto my poor head...

Moral of the story: Watch out for the quiet ones!

There is also a cultural aspect. In my experience Latinos are very expressive. I was with a couple of women in Japan and they hardly made a sound, just a rhythmic sort of moan. Watch porn from either region and you will see what I mean.

I was with a couple of women in Japan and they hardly made a sound, just a rhythmic sort of moan. Watch porn from either region and you will see what I mean.

I disagree about Japanese women, especially in porn. They have a high squealing voice that makes their videos unwatchable until you turn off the sound.

I disagree about Japanese women, especially in porn. They have a high squealing voice that makes their videos unwatchable until you turn off the sound.

I've noticed that in Japanese enema girl glycerin races. They screech like their ass is on fire..Well maybe it is.

Haven't heard "glycerin races" before. Explanations or examples?

Is it a holding contest?

I disagree about Japanese women, especially in porn. They have a high squealing voice that makes their videos unwatchable until you turn off the sound.

Exactly. I love listening to the sounds of a woman partner enjoying foreplay and arousal and sex and orgasms. However, that said, I've never heard a Japanese woman sound like she was enjoying anything she was experiencing sexually. The high squealing voice (good description) just sounds like she's either annoyed or in pain. I honestly wonder if Japanese men or others who live in the Japanese culture enjoy the sounds they make - I hope it's just a cultural difference. Even if they're trying to make it sound submissive (just guessing), it doesn't sound like that, just annoying. Even when they're receiving enemas, which I enjoy and is pretty easy to find, it sounds pained.

The sounds a woman makes enjoying herself sexually are one of the great satisfying experiences about them. I definitely know what a happy satisfied woman sounds like and it's very arousing and a real joy to know she's having such a good time.

Eric

First of all I know when my wife cums because she gets very sensitive which is hell lot of fun for me. I love touching her in different places see if it triggers her over sensitive pussy to contract. She never had orgasms before she met me she doesn't scream but once I work her up to it she really lets go. What I really like doing is licking her pussy to multiple orgasm it' takes practice have to lighten up some between but they come faster and harder after the first one. That's when she really lets lose with primal noises everything has to be just right for her to relax enough.

I have no idea either why some scream and some don't, but my wife never screamed when having sex, not even the times I made her squirt. We didn't know what happened for sure but did know it was not urine. Even after sex she never talked about it or said how good it was or how much she enjoyed it. For the first dozen years after our first child was born, there really was no privacy in that we couldn't close the bedroom door in hot weather because the air conditioner couldn't get into the kid's room. In fact the door was angled to direct the air flow from a floor fan into their kid's room, and any noise we made, too. In cold weather we could close the door, but the walls were very thin in that old house.

I will say that when she was growing up her parents were divorced (he cheated on her) when she was about 11 and from then on she and her younger sister slept on beds in her mother's room because the other bedroom in that small 2 bedroom house was for her younger brother. I have no idea if she (or her sister either) ever masturbated in bed at night, but if she did I am positive she was totally silent or there likely would have been hell to pay from her prudish mother. To this day she gets angry at me if I ask her about her masturbating as my wife. I can't imagine what would happen if I asked her, "Did you masturbate as a teenage girl at home and when, where and how did you do it." Mount Vesuvius comes to mind though. Even as a married woman she only uses the shower massage behind the locked bathroom door, which was never even closed before we got that attachment to give the dog a bath. I can tell from the sounds of the water flowing in the pipes exactly what she is doing in the bathroom and every time she is doing it and how long she did it each time if I wanted to time it. She doesn't know that I know. I'm pretty sure she never uses her fingers to masturbate because I tried to get her to play with her clitoris one time when we were much younger and were making love. I moved her hand down there between us to her clit, telling her to rub and she said NO! and pulled her hand back. So I never did that again.

That growing up experience may be why she is like she is and was never very vocal during sex. I feel sure her mother, who was single for many years but did marry again, thought sex was a dirty thing, not to be enjoyed, but was a duty you had to put up with. Knowing her mother, I should have known, "like mother, like daughter".

I would rather watch a midget curling competition than a Japanese enema movie. Cannot tolerate the phony squealing. Maybe it’s a cultural thing about oriental female submissive.

A bit off topic, but hearing the way some women tennis players scream when they strike a ball I find annoying, and it sounds a bit like they are having an orgasm.

A bit off topic, but hearing women tennis player scream when they strike a ball I find annoying, and it sounds a bit like they are having an orgasm.

Men do it too. Have you ever seriously played a competitive sport?

Men do it too. Have you ever seriously played a competitive sport?

Not talking about men or other sports, simply the way a few women tennis players scream like they are having an orgasm after they hit the ball. I guess you're not familiar with the traditional decorum of tennis. https://uk.reuters.com/article/tennis-wimbledon-etiquette-idUKL3E8HP38B20120625

A bit off topic, but hearing the way some women tennis players scream when they strike a ball I find annoying, and it sounds a bit like they are having an orgasm.

I recall at least one of those was Monica Seles, who was a real consistent loud grunter. Aside from being a bit distracting if you were paying attention to the actual tennis game, I rather enjoyed the grunting for exactly your reason - it sounded a bit like a series of short intense orgasms. Since I've always been turned on by women in athletic clothing, especially sneakers, it's just a nice bonus.

Eric

Not talking about men or other sports, simply the way a few women tennis players scream like they are having an orgasm after they hit the ball. I guess you're not familiar with the traditional decorum of tennis. https://uk.reuters.com/article/tennis-wimbledon-etiquette-idUKL3E8HP38B20120625

Did you read the article?? That traditional decorum of tennis is directed at spectators. Didn't see where it said anything about players not screaming like they are having an orgasm. Maybe hitting a great shot with a lot of energy is better than sex! I'd scream too if I could do what those women are doing!!!

Did you read the article?? That traditional decorum of tennis is directed at spectators. Didn't see where it said anything about players not screaming like they are having an orgasm. Maybe hitting a great shot with a lot of energy is better than sex! I'd scream too if I could do what those women are doing!!!

What's good for the spectators should be good for the players; and many view it as form of cheating -

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Grunting_in_tennis as I do. Okay, enough, we made our points and anything more would be hijacking this thread into a discussion of women screaming in tennis..

I've never heard a Japanese woman sound like she was enjoying anything she was experiencing sexually. The high squealing voice (good description) just sounds like she's either annoyed or in pain. I honestly wonder if Japanese men or others who live in the Japanese culture enjoy the sounds they make - I hope it's just a cultural difference.

Many Japanese vids do indeed sound annoying when the women begin with the odd sounds. To me it seems as if they are supposed to be very ashamed and reluctant of what they are forced to do by the male partners, but that secretly, they cannot help but enjoy the forbidden pleasures they are submitted to.

Maybe I'm seeing too much into it all. But it does seem like an attitude of 'a good girl doesn't ask for sex, she is too ashamed, but she likes it all the same once she gets going'...

I rather enjoyed the grunting for exactly your reason - it sounded a bit like a series of short intense orgasms. Since I've always been turned on by women in athletic clothing, especially sneakers, it's just a nice bonus.

Erica

By the way, one very famous player noted for her screaming, whom I prefer not to mention, was said by one of her boyfriends to be completely quite in bed. He was expecting and looking forward to her screaming and disappointed that she didn't. Inside she just stayed rather motionless during sex... (Also to note, how many who scream during a game are completely quite during tennis practice.)

Maybe I'm seeing too much into it all. But it does seem like an attitude of 'a good girl doesn't ask for sex, she is too ashamed, but she likes it all the same once she gets going'...

What you said reminded me of my first marriage - and how naive is was about women! Had no idea they had a clit that could orgasm, and I thought women most women didn't like sex and was something they would get used to having done to them in marriage....