Six Women, and Me

Charlotte had just turned 18 when I met her. She was beautiful with a shy, but eager to explore life personality. Long thick brown hair. Huge saggy breasts. Big warm brown eyes, soft kissable lips. Armpit hair and a thick bush between her legs. Bohemian lifestyle and beliefs, and Hippy like in her playfulness, Charlotte was easy to like. And Charlotte LOVED sex. Once she fucked me so hard that she moved the bed across the room. At a friends house she fucked me so hard half the mattress slid off of the bed. She was EXTREAMLY wet and one WILD fucker. She had more sexual energy than anyone I have ever met. She was simply AMAZING.

Charlotte had three sisters. Her older sister was tall and cute. Kinda reserved, but had this hidden sexual energy that simply exploded when I slipped my cock inside of her. I only fucked her a few times. Always standing in her mothers kitchen once her drunk husband passed out on the couch. I think that if I had ever gotten her in bed, she would have eaten me alive. Like Charlotte, she LOVED to fuck.

Charlottes younger sister was 13 or 14, I think, when I fucked her. Always in her bed with Charlotte sitting on a chair watching. Like her older sisters, she couldn’t get enough of sex. And whenever Charlotte and I went to visit her mom, Charlotte’s sister would beg Charlotte relentlessly until Charlotte gave in and said,

Yes, you can fuck him. But this is the last time.

There was never a last time, until I refused to go with Charlotte to visit her mom. Her moms boyfriend was a controlling jerk, had anger issues, and wasn’t pleasant to be around. So I stopped going over there. Soon after that he beat Charlottes sister and she ran away. We never heard from her again. He was arrested and disappeared from our lives.

Charlottes baby sister would live with Charlotte any time school was out. She was 10 the first time. She inherited the sexual gene. I have no idea when she lost her virginity, but she from day one was eagerly doing everything in her power to get my cock inside of her. Her vagina felt like a well fucked 15 year old back then. She had her own bed at Charlottes, but every night and then again every morning, she would crawl in bed with us and mount me. She fucked me on every piece of furniture, on the floor, on the kitchen counter. She was a sexual pest. Really. I had a very hard time avoiding her long enough to fuck Charlotte. I was young, so I enjoyed everything, of course. I fucked her many times a day whenever she was there until she was 16, and she went off with some hot dude on a motorcycle. She loved manly strong wild men. He was exactly what she needed.

In her mid twenties, Charlotte met and married a long distance trucker. I never heard from her again.
But I used to go over to her mothers house for years after that on Charlottes birthday. She really missed her 4 daughters and had lost all contact with them. Mom was a good person, a loving mother, and like her daughters, a wild and very fun fuck. I adored her mom. Her body was just like Charlottes when I met Charlotte. But with a little puffy tummy and stretch marks from having four daughters. Man she could fuck. I could never understand why she never had another boyfriend. She was wonderful in every way. She was 50 the last time I saw her. A 50 year old face on that hot young body.

I was in my early twenties at that time, crazy in love with a delightful woman of my own. A woman who inspired me in so many ways. She pushed me lovingly past my limits, broke down any obstructions in my way in life and stood beside me as I became successful in whatever I wanted to do in life. She asked me to marry her after refusing me asking her for years. LOL. She is softly feminine, but strong with lots of stamina. She is trained in hand to hand combat and I seriously pity anyone trying to attack her or me. She is an expert level dancer but has never competed except during her classes. She loves dancing. She is a great cook and handles all of the finances for our business and investments. And she is hands down the best lover I have ever had in my life. She doesn’t just make love. She makes sex sing with joy. And best of all, every day and every night, she really shows me appreciation and how much she loves me and adores me. She is absolutely unreplaceable. She is my life.

I have known and made love to many delightful women in my life so far. I will probably tell you about many of them. I will only use names if given permission or if that person can no longer be connected with me. I hear stories of bad bitches out there, But thankfully every one of the women in my life, I have enjoyed knowing. I starting having sex at an age too young to mention, and never regretted it at all. Almost all of my friends also stared young.

This morning, while walking my dog in Balboa Park, I passed a young woman giving an old man in a wheel chair a hand job, as her young children played a short distance away with their father. Her hand was under a blanket, but the motion of her hand was unmistakable. When I’m old, I hope someone is there for me like that. It was a tender loving moment, totally unlike something you would see a hooker doing in the same situation. Glad I got to see that as we walked by.

When I got home I was greeted by a loving naked woman with a cup of coffee. She took off my coat and shoes, led me over to my favorite chair, pulled my pants down and gently pushed me back into my chair. She took me into her mouth as I drank my coffee. God I love coming home to her.

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