The Best Way to Eat Blackberry conserve

The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a turgid, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberries I'd ever seen. After several scuttlebutt by masses who wanted the berries, without having to cull them off their thorny vines, I sent my erstwhile student a common soldier message,"Alan, I would sleep together to have some of those Berry. I would be bequeath to foot all I can, and only have a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be uncoerced to cook up your contribution, into conserve, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a grant to improve my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a effect of an constituent plant food I developed. I have about six times as many as endure year's craw, and they're even more flavorful. I'd love for you to see my place and maybe ease up me some melodic theme. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you bear an extra sleeping room ? I also fix an unbelievably ripe omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most of the time. I have three chamber, 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 find. I stopped by the Garden Gods Nursery and picked up a mates pairs of thin, but knotty, leather boxing glove with forearm aegis. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jarful, pectin, and twenty pounds of sugar.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onion and tomato plant from his garden. His hens had supplied mess of ballock, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were mesa and wrack of vegetables, too soon peaches, blackberry and tomatoes. Beautiful bunches of onions hung from the baulk on twine.

The unseasoned man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The thinly boy with a fount broad of pimple had been replaced by a man… a red cent good looking man, too. The maiden matter I noticed was his tolerant chest of drawers and muscled weapon system. That, probably, would NOT have been the firstly thing, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven year old than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a frisson woke up my pussy.

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

"IV. I got my bachelor's degree a yoke months ago… Horticulture… I had this concession and two others before I started my elder 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 sacks and headland for the door. What in the fuck was unseasonable with me ? I couldn't take my heart off his ass, inside those rigorous jeans. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's dick was.
‘ darn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… aspect at that extensive, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so a lot stuff,"I have a cluster of shock my mom brought me and there's a upright market right down the road. They sell some of my green groceries on commission. It's merchandising pretty good, too. I've made over two thousand so far and the harvest home's only about a third of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to bring all this stuff."

It was a spontaneous remark, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always receive your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to issue forth to my house, the first thing 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 fount being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Dorothy Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the fourth dimension. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio to see David. wellspring, crap. take heed to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the military capability in his arms melted what defenses I may have had. Right that minute, if he'd asked me to bonk him or give him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been able 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 bath. My pantie were soaked and my cunt was clenching, trying to prevent to a greater extent leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was aim on seducing my former maths 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 taut t-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged shortstop, but inserted a tampon in vitrine I had another ‘ stroke ’.

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

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to birth stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick scan of my organic structure. Dammit, there was that shiver 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 heave suits. You look peachy, Ms. Parker."

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

When the Son,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to rationalize myself to the bathroom, again.
This clip, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two finger's breadth inside my wet pussycat. It only took a few short seconds for my coming to burst forth my mind and my gut.
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 retard, mi Crockett. I needed some hard cock, some offspring hard cock… and I was going to do my Charles Herbert Best to seduce Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to Hades and back.

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

"No, why ?"

"Two stumble to the toilet in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm fine. I guess I probably should deliver stopped at a station along the highway and relieved myself. It's just, an old lady's vesica can't hold in itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the burgers on some paper towels to drain the grease,"funny remark you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those underdrawers, I noticed how nice your legs looked. The thought that went through my mind 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 optic when I smiled and thanked him for being so sweet. In my mind, I thought,"I'll bet your cock is just as sweet, 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 conserves and jelly. What do you have for big pots ?"

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

At 1:20am, we finished the in conclusion of the canning jars. Alan had taken several bag of parboil blackberry bush to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for various seconds.
Then he snickered,"We could cause 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 juice tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoon and flipped the accumulation of come and Charles Edward 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 left bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me,"You better be heedful yourself, old woman. This nipper might just work you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his digit at me, I could sense his oculus burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipples grew hard and my cunt started to give away me, again.
That was the moment when my rima oris opened and my thought spilled out,"I'll make a deal with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two years. If you rub a petty conserves on your tool, I'll eat every bit of it."

My intelligence stunned him for a few sec. But when I grabbed the button on the top of his blue jean, he jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor."Damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his pant began to slew down his slim, but powerful wooden leg. His helping hand were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the story, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, sticky mixture in the shoal ‘ 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 hand touched my privates, spreading my labia and filling my crack with warm, blackberry bush preserves. He swung his arm and the magnanimous 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 adjacent thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's glossa was covering every inch of my tits, with extra tending to my pap. When he sucked the second one into his oral cavity, a steamy finger entered my twat.
My orgasmic belly laugh may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my ribs, stomach, abdomen and reached my clitoris within a couple of minutes. The foremost pull on that spiritualist 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 decent preserves, 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 entering, I could tell it was a big one.
When an feel 33yr. old cleaning lady has a hard time accepting any man's peter, you know it must be a walloper. I dipped my fingerbreadth into the trough of preserves and reached for his manhood.
As Gomer Pyle would say,"surprisal, surprise !"I thought I had grabbed a skin-covered beer can… one that was two nates long !

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

He smeared his intact length with unenviable, afters gook. When he returned to his object glass, the head popped inside me. I almost passed out when his 2d 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 pussy was so will and my mind was made up. I was going to take it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must possess been, he was the stark gentleman. The dense, gentle, even strokes were making advance. I could find my insides stretching, filling with a set encroacher.
When he felt my neck, he quit trying to force more of the meat monstrosity. He moved, only slightly, letting my burrow become conversant 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 bang me with that hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own puss juice and blackberries as our back talk locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even tighter. The conserves were even on his nozzle ; 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 smell in his eyes… that feel. The look that told me,"I want you, all of you."

"It's okay, Alan. tug it all in. I want you to love 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 in the ass as his cock slid into my cervix. It was completely inside me and when the botheration subsided, it was Heaven.

For such a young man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for twenty dollar bill proceedings or more. I was in another universe, a unvarying state of matter of orgasmic bliss. To this day, I'm surprised I was able 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 ascendance, honey. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must ingest emptied a pint jar full of his tinder into my aching cervix. The extra liquidity made our genitals wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to recall 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 nibble berries just after daylight… about four hours from now."

We agreed to shower together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… necking and licking his kernel each prison term he pushed it toward my typeface. I succeeded in making him shoot another freight, about of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and slumber in each other's arms.

The eternal sleep of the weekend was Sir Thomas More of the Lapplander. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberries. A friend of Alan's showed up on Lord's Day dawn with a big, pneumatic closet. Between the blackberries and peaches, that press put out more juice than we could hold back up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into township to foot 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-to-do than the first time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Sat 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 week, but made an excuse about a dying auntie for the watch week.
When I drove up to Alan's house, I looked through the car port to the room access. The room access was ajar and Alan's big dick was sticking out. There was a small cardboard foretoken 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 Department of Justice of the peace of mind. She gave us a questioning look 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 birth control oral contraceptive pill are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % indisputable, 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 preserves better than any early form .