Before the age of 35, I had fucked at least 30 women. I would say that somewhere between 20% to 25% could orgasm from just being fucked. After the age of 35, I completely changed my fucking style, moving away from porn fucking, i.e. insistent banging, and moving on to more grinding, my cock never leaving her vagina. I also studied the CAT position, e.g. coital alignment technique, along with discovering the A-spot. The result was close to 50% of the women achieving orgasm from my fucking, with several informing that I was the first to make the magic happen.
One of women was a former high-fashion model that could get any man she wanted. She grew truly addicted to my dick. Sadly, she hated that I didn't love Bill Clinton or Bill Gates as she did. (She had worked on Clinton's first election campaign and had met him several times. Did he make a pass at her? Of course, he did; she was lovely. She didn't realize that he made a pass at all attractive women, so she took great pride in his "compliment." BTW, this was pre-Monica.)
Her quasi-hankering/worship of the president I could understand, but her adoration for Bill Gates made no sense to me. Gates is just such a dork. But no one works at Microsoft for long who is not a true believer, and she worked in Microsoft's marketing dept. She believed the most errant nonsense about Bill Gates, imagining that he had invented the personal computer and DOS and then, paradoxically, saved us from DOS. I couldn't help badmouthing both her Bills, so we broke up, but not entirely.
She couldn't let go of the sex; it was truly exceptional. So, every morning at 6:00am, she rode her bike two and a half miles to my house and if I had left a key under a rock, she entered, disrobed in the hallway, walked naked into my bedroom, her naked body wetly glowing from her fierce ride through hilly terrain, and climbed into my bed. If I wasn't already presenting some morning wood, she would suck me hard. I was still asleep, however, a few times she gently licked my cock, and my dreams went crazy as my cock being sucked entered the dream's scenario.
I was quite buffed at the time, and I would get on top of her and straddle her thighs, pressing her tightly on my cock, then move higher up her body and rock forward and backward, and she went off like an epileptic having a seizure, climaxing repeatedly, which always took me to the point of no return. Afterwards, she dressed and rode away, while I slept some more. What an amazingly great way to start the day.
The mornings when the key was missing was due to another women spending the night with me. When the key returned under the rock, she displayed a sexual hunger that requiring my leaving at least two loads in her to make up for the one-day sex fast.