The Best Way to Eat blackberry bush Preserves

The mental picture Alan posted on Facebook was a heavy, gamy, Corning merchandise bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry I'd ever seen. After several input by citizenry who wanted the Berry, without having to break up them off their thorny vines, I sent my old bookman a private content,"Alan, I would love to have some of those berries. I would be willing to pick all I can, and only take a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be unforced to cook up your ploughshare, into conserve, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a assignment to amend my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a result of an organic fertilizer fertilizer I developed. I have about six prison term as many as final stage year's craw, and they're even more flavorful. I'd love for you to see my topographic point and maybe gift me some approximation. When would you like to fare ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you own an duplicate bedroom ? I also fix an unbelievably adept 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 chortle. One will be plenty ; how do I get to your blank space ?"

Alan gave me directions and assured me it was easygoing to find. I stopped by the Garden Gods Nursery and picked up a couple pairs of thin, but toughie, leather gloves with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four twelve pint jolt, pectin, and xx pounds of sugar.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked blimp and mushroom cloud. Alan had told me that he had onions and love apple from his garden. His hen had supplied pot of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the car port. His pickup arm was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were board and single-foot of veg, ahead of time peaches, blackberries and Lycopersicon esculentum. Beautiful bunches of onion hung from the raftsman on twine.

The young man that came through the room access, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The lean boy with a look full of pimple had been replaced by a man… a damn good looking man, too. The beginning thing I noticed was his broad breast and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the first thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven twelvemonth erstwhile than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a thrill woke up my pussy.

"Well, how-do-you-do. You've grown a fiddling and filled out since you graduated. That was, what ? Three yr ago ?"

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

I watch his biceps pop out when he picked up the sack and head for the room access. What in the fuck was unseasonable with me ? I couldn't take my eyes off his ass, inside those sloshed dungaree. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's cock was.
‘ shucks, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… face at that liberal, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

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

It was a unwritten commentary, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your Guest, by griping at them ? If you were to descend to my business firm, the first thing I would do is give you a big hug and severalise 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 think his nerve being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Bird Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the time. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio River to see David. Well, horseshit. Listen to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his arms melted what defenses I may have had. Right that minute of arc, if he'd asked me to fuck him or give 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 dorsum of my brain.
I stepped back and avoided his heart when I asked about his bathroom. My scanty were soaked and my twat was clenching, trying to prevent more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was design on seducing my former math student. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the bathroom. I opened my underwear bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a squiffy T-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged shorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ chance event ’.

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

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to have stuck in his throat. I noticed his eye making a quick scan of my body. Dammit, there was that tingle again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'hamburgers. You just surprised me ; I guess the only affair I've ever seen you wear were clothes or pant suit of clothes. You look great, Ms. Parker."

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's time we dropped the ‘ Ms. Parker ’. You haven't been my student for four years. 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 shortstop, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet snatch. It only took a few inadequate sec for my coming to detonate my creative thinker 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 idiot, Miles Crockett. I needed some hard putz, some young toilsome 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 concern was real,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two trips to the toilet in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm fine. I guess I probably should ingest stopped at a place 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 descend into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how nice your wooden leg looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to shout out her ‘ Old madam Dorothy 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 mellisonant. In my idea, I thought,"I'll bet your cock is just as sweet-flavored, too."

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

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallons of berries and kale. We decided to just do preserves the low gear night. Jelly would require straining succus and adding pectin ; that could await until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the last of the canning shock. Alan had taken various traveling bag of blanched blackberries to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the threshold, he stared at me for several indorsement.
Then he snickered,"We could induce canned two more dry pint if you hadn't decided to fag so much of it. Maybe we can just use your t-shirt to tense juice tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoon and flipped the accrual of seeds and berry peel at him,"Don't be messing with a commonplace old cleaning lady. You might just get into more than you were expecting."

The glob had landed on his bequeath bicep. He wiped it with his finger's breadth and started toward me,"You better be careful yourself, old charwoman. This small fry might just make you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his finger at me, I could experience his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My mammilla grew hard and my pussy started to stag me, again.
That was the moment when my mouth opened and my thinking spilled out,"I'll make a passel 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 Christian Bible stunned him for a few seconds. But when I grabbed the push on the top of his dungaree, he jerked his shirt over his question and threw it to the floor."Damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful thorax again."
Once the zip fastener bottomed out, his pants began to slide down his slim, but knock-down 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 sugariness, sticky mixture in the shallow ‘ tasting'bowl.

"You first,"he spoke so softly. It was as if he thought I would melt if he said it any louder. His hand touched my crotch, spreading my labia and filling my fling with warm, blackberry preserves. He swung his arm and the with child table 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 inch of my tits, with extra attention to my pap. When he sucked the second one into his mouth, a pasty fingerbreadth entered my puss.
My orgasmic thigh-slapper may take startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my rib, abdomen, abdominal cavity and reached my clitoris within a couple of minutes. The first twist on that sensitive button brought me over the top, again.

horticulture wasn't the solitary thing this young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up sufficiency preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three metre, 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 pressure at my incoming, I could tell it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old woman has a operose time accepting any man's cock, you know it must be a walloper. I dipped my finger into the stadium of conserves and reached for his manhood.
As Gomer Howard Pyle would say,"surprise, SURPRISE !"I thought I had grabbed a skin-covered beer can… one that was two cans foresighted !

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

He smeared his entire length with awkward, perfumed gunk. When he returned to his objective, the chief popped inside me. I almost passed out when his secondment thrust 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 kitty was so leave and my mind was made up. I was going to necessitate it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the thoroughgoing gentleman. The dumb, soft, even diagonal were making progress. I could feel my inside stretching, filling with a decide invader.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to force more of the heart and soul monster. He moved, only slightly, letting my burrow 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 hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a miscellanea of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our backtalk locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even miserly. The preserves were even on his nose ; each time our mind 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 flavor 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 happy unless you make me cum, and cum again. Fill my slit with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

Two knife thrust later, I felt more pain in the neck as his pecker slid into my neck. It was completely inside me and when the pain subsided, it was Heaven.

For such a unseasoned man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty transactions or more. I was in another earth, a never-ending state of orgasmic bliss. To this day, I'm surprised I was able to go through that much hug drug without fainting.
It was amazing.

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

"I'm on birthing control, honey. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must have emptied a dry pint jar full phase of the moon of his spunk into my aching uterine cervix. The surplus liquid made our genitals wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to devolve to its softer land, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a exhibitioner and go to bed, though ; we need to blame berries just after daylight… about four hours from now."

We agreed to shower down together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… kissing and licking his essence each time he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him fritter another load, to the highest degree of which I caught with my rima oris and swallowed.
We curled up and log Z's in each other's arms.

The rest of the weekend was more of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five Imperial gallon bucket of blackberries. A friend of Alan's showed up on Lord's Day morning with a large, pneumatic public press. Between the blackberries and peaches, that imperativeness put out more juice than we could continue up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into township to beak 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 well-heeled than the first time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Sat sessions ( plus the one that Sun 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 week, but made an excuse about a dying auntie for the watch week.
When I drove up to Alan's firm, I looked through the car port to the door. The door was ajar and Alan's big dick was sticking out. There was a small composition board star sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME HOME !"

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 of mind. She gave us a questioning tone 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 kill me if I don't marry her."

Wellllllll….. Although nascence mastery pills are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % sure as shooting, I gave parentage to our first daughter, Alana, eight and a half month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three miss.

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