1. Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves


    Date: 5/1/2017, Categories: Fiction, Consensual Sex, Erotica, Hardcore, Male / Older Female, Oral Sex, Romance, Author: Don'sdick, Rating: 87.5, Source: sexstories.com

    completely inside me and when the pain subsided, it was Heaven. For such a young man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty minutes or more. I was in another world, a constant state of orgasmic bliss. To this day, I’m surprised I was able to go through that much ecstasy without fainting. It was amazing. Alan told me when he was going to cum, “And it’s gonna be a big load, Ms…. Donna.” “I’m on birth control, honey. Just let it go.” I’ll swear he must have emptied a pint jar full of his spunk into my aching cervix. The extra liquid made our genitals wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to return to its softer state, I asked, “Could we do this again tomorrow?” “Anytime you want. You should get a shower and go to bed, though; we need to pick berries just after daylight… about four hours from now.” We agreed to shower together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… kissing and licking his meat each time he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him shoot another load, most of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed. We curled up and slept in each other’s arms. The rest of the weekend was more of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberries. A friend of Alan’s showed up on Sunday morning with a large, pneumatic press. Between the blackberries and peaches, that ...
    press put out more juice than we could keep up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into town to pick up some hamburgers. As soon as his truck left the drive, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the counter. Alan’s shaft entered me much easier than the first time we’d fucked in his kitchen. All nine of our Friday and Saturday sessions (plus the one that Sunday morning before Larry arrived) had been in the bedroom or shower; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic. I worked the next week, but made an excuse about a dying aunt for the following week. When I drove up to Alan’s house, I looked through the carport to the door. The door was ajar and Alan’s big dick was sticking out. There was a small cardboard sign hanging on it that read, “WELCOME HOME!” On Thursday, after six days of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the Peace. She gave us a questioning look when she read our ages, but Alan just told her, “We gotta do this. She’s pregnant and her old man is gonna kill me if I don’t marry her.” Wellllllll….. Although birth control pills are supposed to be 99&44/100 % sure, I gave birth to our first daughter, Alana, eight and a half months later. That was nine years ago, and we now have three girls. Every one of them like blackberry preserves better than any other kind.
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