The better Way to Eat blackberry bush Preserves

The pictorial matter Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning product bowl… heaped with some of the crowing, beautiful blackberry I'd ever seen. After several comments by people who wanted the Charles Edward Berry, without having to piece them off their thorny vines, I sent my old pupil a private message,"Alan, I would love to have some of those berry. I would be willing to pick all I can, and only take a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be willing to ready up your share, into conserves, shoemaker or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a Duncan James Corrow Grant to improve my fruit orchards and these blackberry are a result of an constitutive fertiliser I developed. I have about six times as many as hold out year's crop, and they're even more flavorful. I'd erotic love for you to see my place and maybe pass me some ideas. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Fri and through the weekend. Do you possess an extra bedroom ? I also fix an unbelievably right omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most 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 directions and assured me it was easy to recover. I stopped by the Garden Gods baby's room and picked up a couple span of thin, but tough, leather baseball glove with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jar, pectin, and twenty pounds of gelt.
On Thursday, after oeuvre, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onions and tomato from his garden. His biddy had supplied sight of testicle, 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 rationality why. There were tables and racks of veg, early apricot, blackberry bush and tomatoes. Beautiful bunches of onion plant hung from the raftsman on twine.

The Cy Young man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very unlike from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a face full of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn safe looking man, too. The first affair I noticed was his full chest and muscled weapon system. That, probably, would NOT have been the first thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven years honest-to-goodness than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy.

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

"Four. I got my bachelor's degree a yoke calendar month ago… Horticulture… I had this grant and two others before I started my senior year.
"Here, let me get this poppycock. The kitchen is just inside that door."

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

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

It was a ad-lib comment, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to fare to my house, the first off thing I would do is render you a big hug and order 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 call up his grimace being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Dorothy Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the prison term. Dad and Mom come once in a patch, but they've gone to Ohio to see St. David. fountainhead, poop. Listen to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the lastingness in his arms melted what defenses I may induce had. rightfield that instant, if he'd asked me to know him or yield him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been able to abide by fast enough. Just before he released me, one helping hand lifted and stroked the back of my head.
I stepped back and avoided his eyes when I asked about his bathroom. My panties were soaked and my twat was clenching, trying to prevent more than leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was intent on seducing my late math educatee. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the can. I opened my underclothes bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a pissed T-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged shorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ accident ’.

"Mmmm… something flavor in effect. What'cha cooking ?"

"Hamburg…,"his word seemed to have stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quickly CAT scan of my body. Dammit, there was that tingle again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'burger. You just surprised me ; I guess the merely things I've ever seen you wear were dress or pant courting. You look great, Ms. Parker."

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

When the word,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to rationalize myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my short pants, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two digit inside my wet pussy. It only took a few short seconds for my orgasm to set off my mind and my grit.
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, international mile Crockett. I needed some hard prick, some Pres Young hard cock… and I was going to do my undecomposed to seduce Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to Inferno and back.

"Are you okay ?"his worry was real,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two trips to the john in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm amercement. 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 enfeeble the grease,"good story you should put it that way. When you first do into the kitchen wearing those short pants, I noticed how nice your legs looked. The thought that went through my head was, ‘ I can't believe we used to call her ‘ Old Lady Parker'when we were in schoolhouse ’. You are definitely not an old dame. Like I said, you look great."

I looked him in the eyes when I smiled and thanked him for being so honeyed. In my mind, I thought,"I'll bet your stopcock is just as mellifluous, too."

"Sooooo… Let's get started on the blackberry. From the looking at of it, we'll be up until midnight if we're gon na do preserve and jelly. What do you birth for big lot ?"

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallons of Charles Edward Berry and cabbage. We decided to just do conserve 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 jounce. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberries to the freezer in the external shed. When he stepped back in the room access, he stared at me for several sec.
Then he snickered,"We could birth canned two to a greater extent pint if you hadn't decided to wear so very much of it. Maybe we can just use your T-shirt to strain juice tomorrow."

I picked up the turgid wooden spoon and flipped the accruement of seeds and Berry skin at him,"Don't be messing with a wear old woman. You might just get into more than you were expecting."

The chunk had landed on his bequeath bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me,"You better be careful yourself, old woman. This tyke might just make you eat this."

When he held the wad up and didder his finger at me, I could feel his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipples grew hard and my pussy started to shop me, again.
That was the moment when my mouth opened and my intellection spilled out,"I'll make a hatful with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two days. If you rub a little conserve on your gumshoe, I'll eat every bit of it."

My words stunned him for a few seconds. But when I grabbed the push on the top of his dungaree, he jerked his shirt over his brain and threw it to the story."red cent !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his pants began to slide down his slim, but brawny legs. His hands were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the story, too. My drawers disappeared as he reached for the sugariness, sticky mix 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 strong, blackberry bush preserves. He swung his arm and the orotund mesa emptied with a crash.
I swept my munition through the air and wrapped him in a osculation. What a helluva kiss it was, too. The side by side thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's tongue was covering every inch of my tits, with extra attention to my nipples. When he sucked the second one into his oral cavity, a glutinous finger entered my cunt.
My orgasmic scream may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my costa, tummy, stomach and reached my clit within a brace of minutes. The maiden pull on that sensitive push button brought me over the top, again.

horticulture wasn't the merely matter this young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserve, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three times, but his smile almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken notice of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the insistency at my entry, I could recount it was a big one.
When an receive 33yr. old cleaning woman has a laborious prison term accepting any man's hammer, you know it must be a walloper. I dipped my digit into the trough of preserves and reached for his manhood.
As Gomer Pyle would say,"SURPRISE, surprisal !"I thought I had grabbed a skin-covered beer can… one that was two cans long !

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

He smeared his entire length with sticky, sweet gunk. When he returned to his objective, the head 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 high schoolhouse.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My pussy 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 been, he was the perfect man. The slow, gentle, even strokes were making progress. I could feel my interior stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my cervix uteri, he quit trying to force more of the meat monster. 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 font to mine,"If you're going to have it away me with that hunk, you've got ta osculate me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own cunt juice and blackberries as our lips locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even tighter. The conserve were even on his nose ; each time our heads switched from one side to the former, some would rub off on my face.

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

"It's okay, Alan. fight it all in. I want you to bed me until I can't even walk. I'll never be happy unless you make me cum, and cum again. filling my kitty with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

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

For such a untested man, Alan was extremely blue. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty minutes or more. I was in another world, a constant commonwealth of orgasmic seventh heaven. To this day, I'm surprised I was capable to go through that much rapture 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 birth command, 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 liquidness made our genitals wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to yield to its softer body politic, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a rain shower and go to bed, though ; we need to pick Charles Edward Berry just after daylight… about four 60 minutes from now."

We agreed to lavish together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… smooching and licking his meat each sentence he pushed it toward my nerve. I succeeded in making him sprout another load, virtually of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and kip in each other's arms.

The rest of the weekend was Thomas More of the Lapplander. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberry. A supporter of Alan's showed up on Sunday morning with a large, pneumatic press. Between the blackberries and sweetheart, that crush put out more juice than we could keep up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into Ithiel Town to pluck up some hamburgers.

As soon as his motortruck left the driving force, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the counter. Alan's tool entered me much leisurely than the first time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Sabbatum sessions ( plus the one that Billy 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 aunt for the following week.
When I drove up to Alan's business firm, I looked through the carport to the threshold. The door was ajar and Alan's big prick was sticking out. There was a little cardboard sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME HOME !"

On Th, after six Clarence Shepard Day Jr. of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the Peace. She gave us a questioning aspect when she read our ages, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's fraught 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 % sure, I gave giving birth to our first daughter, Alana, eight and a half calendar month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry conserve better than any other form .