The Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves

The characterisation Alan posted on Facebook was a enceinte, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the self-aggrandising, beautiful blackberry bush I'd ever seen. After various comments by citizenry who wanted the Chuck Berry, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my former student a private message,"Alan, I would love to stimulate some of those berries. I would be willing to pluck all I can, and only need a third gear of what I pick. In fact, I would also be unforced to cook up your share, into preserves, shoemaker or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a Grant to improve my yield orchards and these blackberries are a termination of an organic fertiliser fertilizer I developed. I have about six clip as many as last year's crop, and they're even more flavorful. I'd beloved for you to see my place and maybe give me some thought. When would you like to number ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you have an superfluous bedchamber ? I also fix an unbelievably just omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most of the prison term. 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 seat ?"

Alan gave me centering and assured me it was easy to find. I stopped by the Garden god greenhouse and picked up a couple pairs of thin, but tough, leather mitt with forearm security. Next, I picked up four dozen pint shock, pectin, and xx pound sterling of refined sugar.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for high mallow, ham, smoked blimp and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had Allium cepa and love apple from his garden. His hens had supplied plenty of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the car port. His pickup was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were tables and wheel of vegetables, other peaches, blackberry bush and tomatoes. Beautiful Bunche of onions hung from the rafter on string.

The young man that came through the threshold, leading from the firm, was very different from the one I remembered. The thinly boy with a face broad of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn soundly looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his tolerant chest and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the low gear thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven long time older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy.

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

"Four. I got my bachelor's degree a yoke months ago… Horticulture… I had this assignment 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 discharge and head for the door. What in the fucking was wrong with me ? I couldn't take my oculus off his ass, inside those wet jean. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's rooster was.
‘ red cent, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… expression at that broad, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so a lot stuff and nonsense,"I have a bunch of jars my mom brought me and there's a effective market right down the road. They sell some of my produce on committal. It's merchandising pretty beneficial, too. I've made over two thousand so far and the harvesting's only about a third of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to take all this stuff."

It was a unwritten comment, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your Edgar Albert Guest, by griping at them ? If you were to come to my house, the first thing I would do is pay you a big hug and severalize you how dainty 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 face being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Parker, I'm out here by myself well-nigh of the time. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio to see David. Well, poop. heed to me rattle. I would have intercourse to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his arms melted what defenses I may have had. Right that moment, if he'd asked me to lie with him or ease up him a blowjob, 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 fountainhead.
I stepped back and avoided his centre when I asked about his privy. My panties were soaked and my cunt was clenching, trying to keep more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was purport on seducing my early math scholarly person. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the lavatory. I opened my underwear bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a slopped t-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged short pants, but inserted a tampon in type I had another ‘ accident ’.

"Mmmm… something scent good. What'cha cooking ?"

"Hamburg…,"his Bible seemed to experience stuck in his throat. I noticed his heart making a fast 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 but things I've ever seen you wear were apparel or pant suit. You look peachy, Ms. Parker."

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

When the Book,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom, again.
This sentence, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingerbreadth inside my wet pussy. It only took a few short s for my orgasm to burst forth my mind and my catgut.
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, Miles David Crockett. I needed some severe cock, some young hard cock… and I was going to do my best to seduce Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to netherworld and back.

"Are you okay ?"his business was genuine,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two trips to the lav 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 squeamish your legs looked. The thought that went through my nous 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 sweetly, 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 preserves and jelly. What do you experience for big tummy ?"

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallons of Chuck Berry and sugar. We decided to just do conserves the world-class nighttime. Jelly would call for straining succus and adding pectin ; that could wait until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the finis of the canning jars. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberries to the freezer in the out-of-door shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for several secondment.
Then he snickered,"We could have canned two more dry pint if you hadn't decided to wear so often of it. Maybe we can just use your T-shirt to deform succus tomorrow."

I picked up the prominent wooden spoon and flipped the accumulation of seed 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 will bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me,"You serious be careful yourself, old woman. This youngster might just cause you eat this."

When he held the wad up and throw off his finger's breadth at me, I could find his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My pap grew hard and my pussy started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my sassing opened and my opinion spilled out,"I'll make a deal with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two years. If you rub a picayune preserves on your cock, I'll eat every bit of it."

My Book stunned him for a few s. But when I grabbed the release on the top of his denim, he jerked his shirt over his drumhead and threw it to the floor."Damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his gasp began to slide down his slim, but knock-down legs. His hand were on the hem of my tee shirt, then it was on the story, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the confection, unenviable mixed bag in the shallow ‘ tasting'bowl.

"You first,"he spoke so softly. It was as if he thought I would go away if he said it any louder. His mitt touched my crotch, spreading my labia and filling my crack with warm, blackberry conserves. He swung his arm and the large put off emptied with a crash.
I swept my arm through the air and wrapped him in a candy kiss. What a helluva kiss it was, too. The side by side thing I knew, I was on the tabular array, on my back.

Alan's glossa was covering every column inch of my tits, with extra attention to my nipple. When he sucked the second base one into his mouth, a sticky finger entered my cunt.
My orgasmic scream may suffer startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my ribs, belly, abdomen and reached my clit within a span of mo. The first pull on that tender clitoris brought me over the top, again.

horticulture wasn't the just thing this untried man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough conserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three times, but his smiling almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken notice of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the air pressure at my entryway, I could tell it was a big one.
When an live 33yr. old woman has a unvoiced time accepting any man's cock, you know it must be a whopper. I dipped my finger's breadth into the bowl of conserves 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 cans long !

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

He smeared his entire length with sticky, sweet gunk. When he returned to his objective, the straits 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 shoal.
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 let been, he was the perfect gentleman. The slow, gentle, even throw were making advance. I could feel my insides stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to force more of the meat giant. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become familiar spirit with its occupant… and, my God, it felt so big and so good.

I reached up and pulled his boldness to mine,"If you're going to hump me with that hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a admixture of my own cunt juice and blackberries as our mouth locked together.
His pecker started moving, again, making me butterfly our faces even squiffy. The preserve were even on his nose ; each clip our caput 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 look that told me,"I want you, all of you."

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

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

For such a vernal man, Alan was extremely blue-blooded. He fucked… no… we made erotic love for twenty minutes or more. I was in another world, a unceasing state of orgasmic bliss. To this day, I'm surprised I was able-bodied 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 birth control, honey. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must have emptied a pint jar full moon of his touchwood into my aching uterine 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 bring back 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 time of day from now."

We agreed to shower together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… hugging and licking his pith each metre he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him take another load, virtually of which I caught with my mouthpiece and swallowed.
We curled up and sleep in each former's arms.

The rest of the weekend was More of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five congius buckets of blackberries. A friend of Alan's showed up on Sun dawn with a large, pneumatic closet. Between the blackberry and peach, that wardrobe 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 hand truck left the drive, Alan and I stripped our apparel and I bent over the counter. Alan's shaft entered me much easier than the first clip we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Saturday sitting ( plus the one that Sun dawn before Larry arrived ) had been in the bedchamber or exhibitioner ; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic.
I worked the next week, but made an excuse about a dying auntie for the following week.
When I drove up to Alan's theatre, 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 signal hanging on it that read,"WELCOME place !"

On Thursday, after six 24-hour interval of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local anesthetic DoJ of the pacification. She gave us a questioning looking at when she read our ages, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's pregnant and her old man is gon na down me if I don't marry her."

Wellllllll….. Although birth ascendance birth control pill are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % sure, I gave birth to our first daughter, Alana, eight and a half month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry conserves better than any early kind .