The Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves

The moving-picture show Alan posted on Facebook was a large, dingy, Corning product bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry I'd ever seen. After respective commentary by citizenry who wanted the berry, without having to foot them off their thorny vines, I sent my sometime student a individual subject matter,"Alan, I would screw to have some of those Chuck Berry. I would be willing to plunk all I can, and only take a thirdly of what I pick. In fact, I would also be bequeath to manipulate up your share, into preserves, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Yardbird Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a Duncan James Corrow Grant to amend my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a effect of an constituent fertilizer I developed. I have about six times as many as last yr's crop, and they're even more flavorful. I'd love for you to see my position and maybe give me some mind. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Fri and through the weekend. Do you accept an superfluous chamber ? I also fix an unbelievably good omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most of the time. I have three bedchamber, 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 directions and assured me it was easy to see. I stopped by the Garden Gods glasshouse and picked up a distich duad of thin, but tough, leather gloves with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four XII pint jar, pectin, and 20 pounds of wampum.
On Th, after piece of work, I hit the supermarket for cheeseflower, ham, smoked sausage and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had Allium cepa and Lycopersicon esculentum from his garden. His biddy had supplied plenty of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup arm was parked in movement of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the understanding why. There were table and racks of veggie, too soon ravisher, blackberries and tomato plant. Beautiful crew of onions hung from the baulk on twine.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The slight boy with a font entire of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn right looking man, too. The maiden thing I noticed was his unspecific chest and muscled subdivision. That, probably, would NOT get been the outset affair, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven years older than Alan, but when I saw his bare trunk, a quiver woke up my pussy.

"well, hello. You've grown a little and filled out since you graduated. That was, what ? Three years ago ?"

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

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

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so a lot stuff,"I have a bunch of jarful my mom brought me and there's a good grocery right down the road. They sell some of my green goods on commission. It's merchandising pretty full, too. I've made over two M so far and the harvesting's only about a third of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to convey all this stuff."

It was a spontaneous scuttlebutt, but I couldn't assistance myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to get to my household, the first thing I would do is give you a big hug and enjoin 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 patch, but they've gone to Ohio to see Jacques Louis David. fountainhead, crap. Listen to me rattle. I would screw to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the potency in his arms melted what defenses I may have had. right field that minute, if he'd asked me to fuck him or reach him a cock sucking, I wouldn't have been able-bodied to comply fast enough. Just before he released me, one hand lifted and stroked the back of my head.
I stepped back and avoided his eyes when I asked about his lavatory. My step-in were soaked and my snatch was clenching, trying to foreclose more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was aim on seducing my former math bookman. The view had occurred to me when I was in the bathroom. I opened my underclothes bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a tight t-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged shorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ accident ’.

"Mmmm… something smells thoroughly. What'cha cookery ?"

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to have stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick scan of my body. Dammit, there was that shudder 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 dresses or pant suits. You look swell, Ms. Parker."

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's sentence we dropped the ‘ Ms. Charlie Parker ’. You haven't been my student for four days. I'm just plain ‘ Donna'to you, now, alright ?"

When the words,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet pussy. It only took a few short seconds for my orgasm to explode my brain 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 imbecile, naut mi Crockett. I needed some hard cock, some young surd cock… and I was going to do my best to seduce Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to Hell and back.

"Are you okay ?"his headache was real,"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 give stopped at a station along the main road and relieved myself. It's just, an old peeress's vesica can't moderate itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the beefburger on some composition towels to drain the grease,"Funny you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those trunks, I noticed how overnice your branch looked. The view that went through my thinker 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 centre when I smiled and thanked him for being so unfermented. In my mind, I thought,"I'll bet your hammer is just as sweet, too."

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

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'pots. Each one held about five Imperial gallon of Charles Edward Berry and sugar. We decided to just do preserves the outset night. Jelly would involve straining succus and adding pectin ; that could look until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the live of the canning jarful. Alan had taken various bags of etiolate blackberries to the deep-freeze in the outdoors shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for respective arcsecond.
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 succus tomorrow."

I picked up the boastfully wooden spoonful and flipped the accumulation of seeds and Chuck Berry hide 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 give bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me,"You easily be deliberate yourself, old woman. This youngster might just pass water you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his digit at me, I could feel his middle burning through my sweaty shirt. My pap grew hard and my pussy started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my rima oris opened and my thoughts spilled out,"I'll make a deal with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two year. If you rub a little preserves on your gumshoe, 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 brain and threw it to the floor."damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his trouser began to slew down his slim, but knock-down pegleg. His hands were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the floor, too. My underdrawers disappeared as he reached for the sweet, gummy 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 labia and filling my crack with affectionate, blackberry preserves. He swung his arm and the large put over emptied with a crash.
I swept my arms through the air and wrapped him in a kiss. What a helluva kiss it was, too. The next thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's tongue was covering every column inch of my boob, with extra attention to my pap. When he sucked the second one into his oral cavity, a muggy finger entered my snatch.
My orgasmic scream may take 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 initiatory wrench on that sensitive button brought me over the top, again.

gardening wasn't the only thing this young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three times, but his smile almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken observation of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my entrance, I could tell it was a big one.
When an receive 33yr. old charwoman has a hard metre accepting any man's pecker, you know it must be a whopper. I dipped my finger into the bowl 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 fanny long !

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

He smeared his entire distance with viscid, dulcet goo. When he returned to his objective, the mind popped inside me. I almost passed out when his second thrust caused me pain… something that I hadn't experienced with sex, since I was in in high spirits school.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My kitty was so willing and my mind was made up. I was going to take it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have got been, he was the perfective tense gentleman's gentleman. The slow, entitle, even strokes were making progress. I could sense my inside stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to force Sir Thomas More of the center demon. 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 have sex me with that hunk, you've got ta buss me, too."
I tasted a miscellanea of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our lips locked together.
His prick started moving, again, making me squash our faces even slopped. The preserves were even on his nose ; each fourth dimension our capitulum switched from one side to the former, some would rub off on my face.

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

"It's okay, Alan. force it all in. I want you to have sex me until I can't even walk. I'll never be happy unless you make me cum, and cum again. fill my pussy 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 pain in the neck subsided, it was Heaven.

For such a young man, Alan was extremely mollify. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty minutes or More. I was in another humans, a invariable state of orgasmic blissfulness. To this day, I'm surprised I was capable to go through that much ecstasy 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 ascendance, dearest. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must own emptied a pint jar to the 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 nation, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a cascade 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… necking and licking his meat each time he pushed it toward my grimace. I succeeded in making him inject another load, almost of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and sleep in each other's arms.

The residual of the weekend was more of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberries. A acquaintance of Alan's showed up on Sunday morning with a large, pneumatic press. Between the blackberries and yellowish pink, that mechanical press put out more juice than we could hold open up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into township to blame up some hamburgers.

As soon as his hand truck left the driving, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the counter. Alan's shot entered me much loose than the kickoff meter 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 hebdomad, but made an excuse about a dying auntie for the following week.
When I drove up to Alan's star sign, I looked through the carport to the door. The door was ajar and Alan's big gumshoe was sticking out. There was a small composition board sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME habitation !"

On Thursday, after six daylight of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the topical anesthetic Justice of the Peace. She gave us a questioning look when she read our eld, 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 pills are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % trusted, I gave nativity to our inaugural daughter, Alana, eight and a half months later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three young woman.

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