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Ever notice how men talk about ‘having sex’ while women talk about ‘making love? That kind of hits the nail on the head when it comes to how men and women approach sex. Men are pretty direct when it comes to sex — they are arounsed easily, usually by visual stimulation, what they see. Women are much more complex, and require a more complicated experience to become aroused and take longer. While that sounds simple, (and it is!) if you are going to improve your sexual technique, you must keep it in mind constantly. So lets have a look at this ‘more complicated experience,’ and see what we can learn. Women enjoy sex with more of their senses, touch, smell, taste, and hearing. Notice that I did NOT say sight. Women are aroused by sight as well as the other senses, but this is secondary. Women love things like ‘taking your time, ‘anticipation, and ‘foreplay because they make the experience richer and involve more senses. Lets look at a few of these in more detail: 1. Hearing. Women love to hear romantic sensual things.

This teasing is an example. Kemish would have just cut to the chase. In delightful frustration I hold myself in position, suffering the pleasure and frustration. Gemric slides his first six inches inside me repeatedly, touching my sensitive lips before pulling back and almost pulling out. I am again destroyed. But without deep penetration my orgasms do not run solidly into each other. I can feel my individual surrenders, sometimes aligned with each half penetration when he fucks me slowly. My vagina is again watering the first half of his shaft with my vaginal love. But it is the touches of his bulge even more than the stretching caused by Gemric’s first six inches that excite my body. My ejaculations inside my fanny from each orgasm seem to be filling the so far unused love cavity with lubricant. But I know that my juices are not filling my rectum. There will be plenty of space to accomodate Gemric when he gets there. I am so much into being fucked that I start to forget my balance.

Their asses were lined up for Brian to choose from. The buttplugs were going crazy. The vibrations sent waves of pleasure throughout Sam’s entire lower body. She felt the sensation of a giant dick finding its way into her entrance. Then she felt the sensation of a giant dick penetrating her deep, then fucking her. She moaned entirely on instinct, not even putting it on a little. The raw satisfaction of being plowed married wonderfully with the high octane vibration of the toy in her ass. Brian really filled her up like no one else could. Her body molded to his girth. Her pussy was as wet as it ever got. Hard, blissful fucking. Then he switched. Esther already looked knocked out from the plug. She wasn’t ready for the monster lining up behind her. When he slowly entered, she made an “O” face Sam wouldn’t have thought her capable of.

Then the orc that was riding his ass grabbed his hips and increased his tempo, eliciting a moan from Taryn. The strokes became deep and quick, and after a few seconds the long, thick dick exploded with cum. Hot, thick waves of cum filled Taryn’s ass and started dripping down his balls as the fucking continued for a few more strokes. Finally, the orc pulled out of Taryn’s now stretched and violated asshole, and the facefucking stopped as well. Taryn once more. As if on cue, footsteps became audible from behind some bushes. As they came closer, Taryn saw something that made him shudder. He tried to free himself again, only to be restrained by the two naked orcs. As it came closer, Taryn saw fully what produced the footsteps: a large, dark centaur with black manes and tan skin, with a scar across his chest. Taryn had read about centaurs and their tribal society a lot, and had hoped to meet them on his travels, but not this way.

They were of mixed races and Kathy, strangely, felt mildly embarrassed but extremely excited as they passed by watching her wanking the guy beside her. Kathy could not take her eyes off one of the women. She was a big black girl, all of 6 feet tall and weighing probably 300 pounds plus. Her massive frame was barely covered by an obscenely short bright yellow dress that clung to her like a second skin revealing every bulge in her obese body. She began dancing as she reached the centre of the room, making full use of her huge tits and backside to emphasise the sexiness of her gyrations. Kathy’s wetness increased around the finger in her vagina as she watched her and she felt the cock in her hand grow stiffer. She bent over and took his bell end between her lips, sucking hard as she lowered her head down to the base of his shaft.

She jerked her head back as the thought that just ran through her mind registered. No way, I do not want someone that old but then she looked at him and the look he gave her made her relax. He saw her body first tense then twist away then relax. His years had taught him how to read body language and he realized that Ann was confused and wanting. Slowly he sat next to her on the sofa and took her hand. “Well at first all I wanted was a good orgasm and I got that but then I started to wonder and well I am not sure how I feel. I want to be with her as, well , what can I say it was good.” She relaxed and leaned back on the sofa and put her other hand on his. She suddenly realized how comfortable she felt next to this man.

“Alright, Miss Lisa. Her and I are going to have a quick meeting, then I’ll meet you back in the conference room,” Robert said as we walked indoors from the parking lot. His hand was around her waist. An hour or so later, he appeared, his suit slightly unkempt, he looked as though he was sweating. Wiping his forehead, he sat next to me once again. The rest of the day was filled with legitimate work. Before I left for the day, he reminded me again to meet up later for drinks. He gave me the address, he said others were invited. I shrugged, and told him it depended on when the kids were in bed and everyone was settled in. In my mind I could handle it. He was the only black man I saw or worked with at this new job. I wasn’t surrounded by flirting, complimentary black men like I was at my last job.

Piss-fucking never failed to turn me on. But my second favorite freaky way to fuck turned me on even more than piss-fucking did. And that was porn-fucking. Pornography had always played a major role in Ray’s life. Long before I had ever met Ray, he had already managed to amass a large collection of pornographic “men’s magazines” (Hustler, Penthouse, Playboy, etc.). And I was also aware of that small, ever-changing “stash” of men’s magazines that Ray kept hidden in the back of the cupboard, underneath the bathroom sink vanity. And so of course, I knew that Ray was using the photos in these magazines as “visual masturbation aids” whenever he was in the bathroom, jacking himself off in private. And believe it or not, that was just fine with me, because I knew early on in our relationship that, for Ray, pornography was not a luxury. It was something that he felt that he had to have in his life–and that was no different than the way that he felt about me. Ray would even proudly show me the “dirty pictures” from his men’s magazines every so often.

I was just like one of the sluts from the porn I had watched for years. He knew I was close to bursting, but he also knew I wouldn’t let myself cum until he had finished. “What do you want slut? With that he started fucking my throat like a steam train, ploughing into my face as hard as he could until I chocked, balls slapping off my face. When I gagged and gasped for breath, he pulled out and spat in my mouth then smothered my mouth with his ass. He started using my face like a fuck doll again, which he knows I love, and within a few minutes I was feeling as slutty as I ever had in my life. “Drink it in one and ill wash it down with a nice fresh load, bitch”. I took the glass, looked him in the eye and raised it to my lips.

“No mom. Your body is great for your age not all skinny and fake like a celebrity’s body or something like that. “Let’s see if your genes are better than your dad’s. “You want me to get naked in here? I’m so excited I’m about to explode right now. My voice is so shaky and my hands and feet are numb with nervousness. “Yeah it’s a bathroom. People are usually naked in bathrooms or taking clothing off. “You promise you won’t tell, mom? I am shaking so much. I took my shirt off first to build up the anticipation at least a little bit. My mom is now sitting up in the tub and her pussy is hidden under the water. Her hands are both under the water too, but her arms are moving back and forth, which makes me think something is going on under that water. As I am taking off my basketball shorts, my mom starts to sit up to get a better view. Her eyes are glued to my crotch and her mouth is open with her tongue moving around inside.