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

    okay?” his concern was genuine, “You need some Rolaids, or something?” “No, why?” “Two trips to the bathroom in ten minutes…” “No, I’m fine. I guess I probably should have stopped at a station along the highway and relieved myself. It’s just, an old lady’s bladder can’t hold itself like it used to.” Alan chuckled as he placed the burgers on some paper towels to drain the grease, “Funny you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how nice your legs looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘I can’t believe we used to call her ‘Old Lady Parker’ when we were in school’. You are definitely not an old lady. Like I said, you look great.” I looked him in the eyes when I smiled and thanked him for being so sweet. In my mind, I thought, “I’ll bet your cock is just as sweet, too.” “Sooooo… Let’s get started on the blackberries. From the looks of it, we’ll be up until midnight if we’re gonna do preserves and jelly. What do you have for big pots?” Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘tamale’ pots. Each one held about five gallons of berries and sugar. We decided to just do preserves the first night. Jelly would involve straining juice and adding pectin; that could wait until later in the weekend. At 1:20am, we finished the last of the canning jars. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberries to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for several seconds. Then he snickered, “We ...
    could have canned two more pints if you hadn’t decided to wear so much of it. Maybe we can just use your t-shirt to strain juice tomorrow.” I picked up the large wooden spoon and flipped the accumulation of seeds and berry skin at him, “Don’t be messing with a tired old woman. You might just get into more than you were expecting.” The glob had landed on his left bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me, “You better be careful yourself, old woman. This youngster might just make you eat this.” When he held the wad up and shook his finger at me, I could feel his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipples grew hard and my pussy started to betray me, again. That was the moment when my mouth opened and my thoughts spilled out, “I’ll make a deal with you, Alan. I haven’t had sex in two years. If you rub a little preserves on your dick, I’ll eat every bit of it.” My words stunned him for a few seconds. But when I grabbed the button on the top of his jeans, he jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor. “Damn!” I thought, “There’s that beautiful chest again.” Once the zipper bottomed out, his pants began to slide down his slim, but powerful legs. His hands were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the floor, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, sticky mixture in the shallow ‘tasting’ bowl. “You first,” he spoke so softly. It was as if he thought I would disappear if he said it any louder. His hand touched my crotch, spreading my ...
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