The Best Way to Eat blackberry bush preserves

The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning merchandise bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry I'd ever seen. After several remark by people who wanted the berry, without having to piece them off their thorny vines, I sent my former educatee a secret message,"Alan, I would love to hold some of those berry. I would be uncoerced to pick all I can, and only film a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be leave to cook up your share, into conserve, deep-dish pie or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a assignment to improve my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a solvent of an organic fertilizer I developed. I have about six times as many as last class's crop, and they're even more flavorous. I'd love for you to see my place and maybe give me some mind. When would you like to come up ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you deliver an special chamber ? I also fix an unbelievably right omelette for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside virtually of the time. I have three bedrooms, so you can use ‘ up to'two of them, if you'd like."

"That made me chuckle. One will be plenty ; how do I get to your place ?"

Alan gave me counseling and assured me it was light to find. I stopped by the Garden graven image glasshouse and picked up a couple pairs of lose weight, but tough, leather baseball glove with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jars, pectin, and xx Irish punt of sugar.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheese, ham, smoked sausage and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onions and tomatoes from his garden. His biddy had supplied slew of ballock, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup was parked in nominal head of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the intellect why. There were tables and racks of veggie, early lulu, blackberry and tomatoes. Beautiful bunches of onion plant hung from the baulk on twine.

The vernal man that came through the doorway, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The thinly boy with a face full of zit had been replaced by a man… a shit unspoiled looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his extensive breast and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the for the first time thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven twelvemonth older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy.

"Well, hullo. You've grown a little and filled out since you graduated. That was, what ? Three eld ago ?"

"Four. I got my knight bachelor's degree a couple months ago… Horticulture… I had this Grant and two others before I started my senior twelvemonth.
"Here, let me get this stuff. The kitchen is just inside that door."

I watch his biceps pop out when he picked up the pocket and head for the door. What in the fuck was wrong with me ? I couldn't take my centre off his ass, inside those blind drunk jeans. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's tool was.
‘ Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… face at that broad, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so much stuff,"I have a cluster of jars my mom brought me and there's a good food market right down the road. They sell some of my produce on commission. It's selling pretty beneficial, too. I've made over two thou so far and the harvesting's only about a thirdly of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to bring all this stuff."

It was a spontaneous comment, but I couldn't service myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to make out to my house, the first matter I would do is give you a big hug and tell you how nice it is to see you… Oh my, that sounds just like a teacher, doesn't it ?"

He smiled at me… I didn't remember his face being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the sentence. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio River to see David. wellspring, crap. heed to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the enduringness in his weapon melted what defenses I may have had. right field that minute of arc, if he'd asked me to fuck him or open him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been able to comply fast enough. Just before he released me, one bridge player lifted and stroked the back of my head.
I stepped back and avoided his eyes when I asked about his bath. My panty were soaked and my cunt was clenching, trying to prevent more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was intent on seducing my sometime math scholar. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the john. I opened my underwear bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a wet t-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged shorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ stroke ’.

"Mmmm… something odor undecomposed. What'cha cooking ?"

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to deliver stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick scan of my consistency. Dammit, there was that quiver again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'hamburgers. You just surprised me ; I guess the only things I've ever seen you wear were dress or pant case. You look great, Ms. Parker."

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's meter we dropped the ‘ Ms. Bird Parker ’. You haven't been my educatee for four years. I'm just complain ‘ Donna'to you, now, alright ?"

When the tidings,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to excuse myself to the bath, again.
This time, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet cunt. It only took a few curt s for my sexual climax to blow up my mind and my guts.
GOD, how I wanted to get that boy… make that ‘ man'into my bed. I made up my mind… it had been more than two years since I broke up with that cheating cretin, mi David Crockett. I needed some hard cock, some immature hard cock… and I was going to do my practiced to make Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to Hell and back.

"Are you 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 noblewoman's bladder can't hold itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the Burger on some paper towels to debilitate the grease,"Funny you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how decent your legs looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to call her ‘ Old madam Charlie Parker'when we were in school ’. You are definitely not an old Lady. Like I said, you look great."

I looked him in the centre when I smiled and thanked him for being so Sweet. In my head, I thought,"I'll bet your cock is just as sweet, too."

"Sooooo… Let's get started on the blackberry bush. From the looks of it, we'll be up until midnight if we're gon na do conserve and jelly. What do you have for big plenty ?"

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ Tamale'pots. Each one held about five Imperial gallon of berries and sugar. We decided to just do preserves the get-go night. Jelly would demand straining succus and adding pectin ; that could wait until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the hold out of the canning jars. Alan had taken respective 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 induce canned two more dry pint if you hadn't decided to wear so practically 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 fatigue old char. You might just get into more than you were expecting."

The glob had landed on his get out bicep. He wiped it with his fingerbreadth and started toward me,"You wagerer be measured yourself, old woman. This tike might just create you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his finger at me, I could sense his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My pap grew hard and my cunt started to tell on me, again.
That was the moment when my sassing opened and my mentation spilled out,"I'll make a flock 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 password stunned him for a few secondment. But when I grabbed the release on the top of his jeans, he jerked his shirt over his headspring and threw it to the floor."Damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zip bottomed out, his pant began to slide down his slim, but powerful legs. His manus were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the level, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the Henry Sweet, gummy potpourri 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 handwriting touched my private parts, spreading my labia and filling my crack with warm, blackberry bush conserves. He swung his arm and the large table emptied with a crash.
I swept my arms through the air and wrapped him in a kiss. What a helluva buss it was, too. The next thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's tongue was covering every inch of my tits, with redundant aid to my nipples. When he sucked the mo one into his mouth, a sticky finger entered my twat.
My orgasmic sidesplitter may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my costa, stomach, abdomen and reached my clit within a couple of minutes. The first pull on that sore push button brought me over the top, again.

Horticulture wasn't the solely thing this offspring man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three meter, but his grin almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken placard of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my ingress, I could tell it was a big one.
When an feel 33yr. old fair sex has a hard clock time accepting any man's cock, you know it must be a whacker. I dipped my digit into the arena of preserves and reached for his manhood.
As Gomer Pyle would say,"SURPRISE, SURPRISE !"I thought I had grabbed a skin-covered beer can… one that was two backside yearn !

"Oh my God, Alan… you're going to have to aim it decelerate and easy. I never knew real ones got this big."

He smeared his stallion distance with viscid, sweet-flavored gunk. When he returned to his objective, the head popped inside me. I almost passed out when his sec drive caused me pain… something that I hadn't experienced with sex, since I was in richly school.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My cunt was so unforced and my mind was made up. I was going to take up it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the pure valet. The boring, gentle, even strokes were making progress. I could finger my inside stretching, filling with a determine encroacher.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to drive more of the centre ogre. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become familiar with its occupant… and, my God, it felt so big and so good.

I reached up and pulled his face to mine,"If you're going to fuck me with that lump, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our mouth locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even taut. The preserves were even on his olfactory organ ; each time our headway switched from one side to the other, some would rub off on my face.

I pushed him up and saw the look in his eyes… that look. The smell that told me,"I want you, all of you."

"It's okay, Alan. Push it all in. I want you to have sex me until I can't even walk. I'll never be glad unless you make me cum, and cum again. fill my twat with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

Two thrusts later, I felt more pain as his cock slid into my cervix. It was completely inside me and when the painfulness subsided, it was Heaven.

For such a young man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty dollar bill mo or Thomas More. I was in another world, a invariant state of orgasmic bliss. To this day, I'm surprised I was able to go through that much Adam without fainting.
It was amazing.

Alan told me when he was going to cum,"And it's gon na be a big load, Ms…. Donna."

"I'm on giving birth control, love. 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 give back to its softer state, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a shower bath and go to bed, though ; we need to pick berries just after daylight… about four minute from now."

We agreed to shower down together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… kissing and licking his meat each fourth dimension he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him shoot another onus, almost of which I caught with my oral fissure and swallowed.
We curled up and slept in each other's arms.

The respite of the weekend was Sir Thomas More of the Sami. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon pail of blackberries. A friend of Alan's showed up on Sunday aurora with a tumid, pneumatic insistency. Between the blackberry 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 plunk 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 gear time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Fri and Saturday Roger Huntington 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 workweek, but made an excuse about a dying aunty 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 pacification. She gave us a questioning look when she read our ages, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's significant and her old man is gon na kill me if I don't marry her."

Wellllllll….. Although birth control tab are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % sure, I gave birth to our offset daughter, Alana, eight and a half months later.
That was nine long time ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry preserve better than any other kind .