The Best Way to Eat Blackberry preserves

The impression Alan posted on Facebook was a large, racy, Corning product bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry I'd ever seen. After various comments by hoi polloi who wanted the berries, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my former student a common soldier substance,"Alan, I would love to possess some of those berries. I would be unforced to pick all I can, and only adopt a third of what I pick. In fact, I would also be willing to cook up your share, into preserves, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a grant to improve my yield orchard and these blackberry are a upshot of an organic fertilizer I developed. I have about six metre as many as last year's harvest, and they're even more sapid. I'd dearest for you to see my stead and maybe feed me some ideas. When would you like to number ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you experience an supererogatory sleeping accommodation ? I also fix an unbelievably good omelette for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most of the fourth dimension. 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 space ?"

Alan gave me directions and assured me it was well-to-do to get hold. I stopped by the Garden Gods Nursery and picked up a span duet of slim down, but tough, leather gloves with forearm aegis. Next, I picked up four dozen dry pint shock, pectin, and twenty Syrian pound of gelt.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage and mushroom cloud. Alan had told me that he had onions and tomatoes from his garden. His hens had supplied plenty of eggs, 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 tables and racks of vegetables, betimes peaches, blackberry bush and tomato plant. Beautiful bunches of onions hung from the rafter on twine.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the mansion, was very different from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a face full of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn estimable looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his broad pectus and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT have been the first matter, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven years older than Alan, but when I saw his bare body, a tingle woke up my pussy.

"wellspring, hello. 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 mate 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 sacks and head for the door. What in the ass was wrong with me ? I couldn't take my heart off his ass, inside those pissed jeans. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's hammer was.
‘ darn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… face at that large-minded, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so a good deal hooey,"I have a bunch of jarful my mom brought me and there's a skilful market right down the road. They sell some of my produce on commission. It's marketing pretty good, too. I've made over two K 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 spontaneous gossip, but I couldn't assistant myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your Edgar Guest, by griping at them ? If you were to come to my house, the showtime thing I would do is give you a big hug and separate you how courteous 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. Charles Christopher Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the clock time. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio to see David. Well, dirt. Listen to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the military posture in his blazonry melted what defenses I may give birth had. Right that minute, if he'd asked me to fuck him or give him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been able to follow fast enough. Just before he released me, one deal lifted and stroked the back of my head.
I stepped back and avoided his optic when I asked about his can. My panties were soaked and my snatch was clenching, trying to forbid more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was intent on seducing my former math scholarly person. The thinking had occurred to me when I was in the bathroom. I opened my underwear bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a nasty jersey. I pulled on some loose-legged trunks, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ stroke ’.

"Mmmm… something olfaction good. What'cha preparation ?"

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to have stuck in his pharynx. I noticed his eyes making a spry scan of my body. Dammit, there was that tingle again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'hamburger. You just surprised me ; I guess the only things I've ever seen you wear were wearing apparel or pant courting. You look capital, Ms. Parker."

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

When the words,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to excuse myself to the privy, again.
This time, I dropped my drawers, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet pussycat. It only took a few short second for my orgasm to explode 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 idiot, international mile David Crockett. I needed some firmly cock, some youth strong cock… and I was going to do my best to seduce Alan… I was going to fuck him and suck him to perdition and back.

"Are you okay ?"his concern was true,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two trips to the bathroom in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm amercement. I guess I probably should get stopped at a station along the highway and relieved myself. It's just, an old peeress's bladder can't hold itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the burgers on some report towels to drain the grunge,"good story you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those shortstop, I noticed how nice your peg looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to shout her ‘ Old Lady Charlie Parker'when we were in shoal ’. 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 seraphic. In my intellect, I thought,"I'll bet your dick is just as gratifying, too."

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

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ Tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallons of berries and lucre. We decided to just do preserves the first night. Jelly would postulate straining succus and adding pectin ; that could wait until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the last of the canning jars. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberry bush to the deep-freeze in the exterior shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for several seconds.
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 try juice tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoon and flipped the accumulation of seeds and berry skin at him,"Don't be messing with a tired old char. You might just get into Thomas More than you were expecting."

The lump had landed on his provide bicep. He wiped it with his fingerbreadth and started toward me,"You respectable be deliberate yourself, old woman. This youngster might just realize you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his finger's breadth at me, I could feel his eye burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipples grew hard and my cunt started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my mouth opened and my thoughts spilled out,"I'll make a deal 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 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 head and threw it to the floor."Damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful bureau again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his bloomers began to slide down his slim, but muscular ramification. His paw were on the hem of my tee shirt, then it was on the floor, too. My boxershorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, unenviable miscellanea 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 manus touched my crotch, spreading my labia and filling my tornado with warm, blackberry preserves. He swung his arm and the large table emptied with a crash.
I swept my implements of war 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 supererogatory attending to my nipples. When he sucked the second one into his mouth, a gummy finger entered my puss.
My orgasmic scream may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my costa, stomach, abdomen and reached my clit within a couple of hour. The first-class honours degree puff on that sensitive button brought me over the top, again.

gardening wasn't the only when thing this young 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 grinning almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken bill of his sizing, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my entrance, I could tell apart it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old char has a punishing time accepting any man's cock, you know it must be a whacker. I dipped my finger into the stadium of conserve 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 backside long !

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

He smeared his entire length with sticky, sweet gunk. When he returned to his object glass, the head popped inside me. I almost passed out when his second base thrust caused me pain… something that I hadn't experienced with sex, since I was in high school.
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 subscribe it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the perfect tense gentleman. The slow, lenify, even strokes were making progression. I could feel my insides stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my uterine cervix, he quit trying to force more of the essence monster. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become companion with its occupant… and, my God, it felt so big and so good.

I reached up and pulled his side to mine,"If you're going to fuck me with that hunk, you've got ta buss me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own kitty succus and blackberry bush as our lips locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me mash our faces even plastered. The preserves were even on his nose ; each meter our heads switched from one position to the early, some would rub off on my face.

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

"It's okay, Alan. Push 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. fill my twat with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

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

For such a young man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for 20 minutes or Thomas More. I was in another world, a constant province of orgasmic blissfulness. To this day, I'm surprised I was able to go through that much cristal without fainting.
It was amazing.

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

"I'm on birth ascendance, dear. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must have emptied a pint jar wax of his spunk into my aching neck. 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 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 plunk berry just after daylight… about four 60 minutes from now."

We agreed to shower together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… kissing and licking his meat each time he pushed it toward my brass. I succeeded in making him shoot another burden, most of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and slept in each other's arms.

The rest of the weekend was more of the same. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberries. A admirer of Alan's showed up on Sunday morning with a boastfully, pneumatic press. Between the blackberries and Prunus persica, that press put out more succus than we could keep up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into town to pick up some hamburgers.

As soon as his hand truck left the private road, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the counter. Alan's tool entered me much easier than the first clock time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Fri and Saturday Roger Huntington Sessions ( plus the one that Sunday morning before Larry arrived ) had been in the bedroom or exhibitor ; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic.
I worked the next hebdomad, but made an alibi about a dying aunt for the following week.
When I drove up to Alan's house, I looked through the carport to the doorway. The door was ajar and Alan's big dick was sticking out. There was a small cardboard signboard hanging on it that read,"WELCOME family !"

On Thursday, after six days of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the Peace. She gave us a questioning look when she read our age, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's pregnant and her old man is gon na vote down me if I don't marry her."

Wellllllll….. Although birth control tab are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % for sure, I gave giving birth to our firstly daughter, Alana, eight and a one-half month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three young lady.

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