The unspoiled Way to Eat blackberry preserve

The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a prominent, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry bush I'd ever seen. After several comments by people who wanted the berries, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my former bookman a individual message,"Alan, I would bang 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 willing to make up your ploughshare, into preserves, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a grant to ameliorate my yield orchards and these blackberry bush are a event of an organic fertiliser I developed. I have about six fourth dimension as many as terminal yr's harvest, and they're even more flavorful. I'd love life for you to see my piazza and maybe give me some approximation. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you give birth an supernumerary bedroom ? I also fix an unbelievably good omelette for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside most of the sentence. 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 billet ?"

Alan gave me directions and assured me it was easy to find out. I stopped by the Garden God baby's room and picked up a couple pair of slim down, but tough, leather mitt with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jar, pectin, and twenty pounds of sugar.
On Th, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheese, ham, smoked sausage balloon and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onions and tomato plant 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 single-foot of veg, ahead of time peaches, blackberry and tomato. Beautiful cluster of onions hung from the rafters on string.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very unlike from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a nerve full moon of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn good looking man, too. The first matter I noticed was his panoptic pectus and muscled subdivision. That, probably, would NOT have been the first affair, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven years older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a frisson woke up my pussy.

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

"four. I got my bachelor's degree a couple month 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 sack and head for the door. What in the fuck was awry with me ? I couldn't take my middle off his ass, inside those cockeyed blue jean. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's turncock was.
‘ Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… spirit at that broad, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so a lot stuff,"I have a crowd of jars my mom brought me and there's a secure market place right down the route. They sell some of my produce on commission. It's marketing pretty skilful, too. I've made over two yard so far and the harvest home's only about a third of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to get all this stuff."

It was a spontaneous comment, but I couldn't assistance myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your Edgar Guest, by griping at them ? If you were to add up to my sign, the first matter I would do is break you a big hug and tell you how nice it is to see you… Oh my, that sounds just like a instructor, doesn't it ?"

He smiled at me… I didn't remember his face being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the prison term. Dad and Mom come once in a while, but they've gone to Ohio River to see David. fountainhead, crap. hear to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the metier in his arms melted what defenses I may have had. Right that hour, if he'd asked me to fuck him or give him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been able-bodied to abide by 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 bathroom. My scanty were soaked and my slit was clenching, trying to forbid more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was design on seducing my former mathematics student. The thought had occurred to me when I was in the bathroom. I opened my underclothing bag, removed off my bra and slipped into a tight 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 eyes making a promptly scan of my body. Dammit, there was that tingle again,"Uh, I'm sorry. I'm fixin'beefburger. You just surprised me ; I guess the only things I've ever seen you wear were dresses or trouser courting. You look outstanding, 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 kvetch ‘ Donna'to you, now, alright ?"

When the words,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to rationalize myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two digit inside my wet kitty-cat. It only took a few light seconds for my orgasm to explode my brain 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, naut mi Davy Crockett. I needed some hard cock, some young hard cock… and I was going to do my best to score Alan… I was going to get it on him and suck him to Hell and back.

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

"No, why ?"

"Two head trip to the bathroom in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm fine. I guess I probably should have stopped at a place along the highway and relieved myself. It's just, an old Lady's bladder can't control 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 nice your legs looked. The cerebration that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to phone 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 center when I smiled and thanked him for being so sugared. In my judgement, I thought,"I'll bet your cock is just as sweet, too."

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

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'potty. Each one held about five gallons of berries and sugar. We decided to just do preserves the starting time dark. Jelly would ask straining juice and adding pectin ; that could await until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the last of the canning jars. Alan had taken several old bag of etiolate blackberries to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for several moment.
Then he snickered,"We could give birth canned two more pints if you hadn't decided to wear so often of it. Maybe we can just use your jersey to try juice tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoon and flipped the accumulation of ejaculate and Charles Edward Berry pelt 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's breadth and started toward me,"You better be heedful yourself, old woman. This child might just seduce you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shook his finger at me, I could sense his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My tit grew hard and my cunt started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my mouth opened and my sentiment spilled out,"I'll make a deal with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two eld. If you rub a little conserve on your dick, I'll eat every bit of it."

My words stunned him for a few irregular. But when I grabbed the button on the top of his denim, he jerked his shirt over his psyche and threw it to the floor."damn !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the slide fastener bottomed out, his drawers began to slide down his slim, but right 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 sweet, pasty mixture 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 script touched my genital organ, spreading my labia and filling my crack with warm, blackberry preserves. He swung his arm and the large mesa emptied with a crash.
I swept my arms through the air and wrapped him in a kiss. What a helluva candy kiss it was, too. The future thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's lingua was covering every inch of my teat, with excess attention to my nipples. When he sucked the second one into his mouth, a viscid digit entered my puss.
My orgasmic scream may suffer startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my ribs, venter, stomach and reached my button within a couple of minutes. The first pull on that sensitive button brought me over the top, again.

Horticulture wasn't the sole thing this young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three clock time, but his smile almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken notice of his size of it, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my entrance, I could tell it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old woman has a hard sentence accepting any man's tool, you know it must be a whacker. I dipped my fingers into the sports stadium of preserves 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 bathroom long !

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

He smeared his total length with mucilaginous, sweet goo. 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 highschool school.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My pussy was so leave and my mind was made up. I was going to contain it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must experience been, he was the perfect tense gentleman. The deadening, gentle, even strokes were making progress. I could sense my insides stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to draw more than of the meat goliath. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become comrade 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 lump, you've got ta snog me, too."
I tasted a motley of my own pussycat succus and blackberry as our back talk locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me squeeze our faces even compressed. The preserve were even on his nozzle ; each time our pass switched from one side of meat to the other, some would rub off on my face.

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

"It's okay, Alan. fight 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 pussycat with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

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

For such a untested man, Alan was extremely gentle. He fucked… no… we made love for XX minutes or Sir Thomas More. I was in another world, a constant state 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 ascendency, dear. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must cause emptied a pint jar wide of his spunk into my aching cervix uteri. The additional liquidity 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 cascade and go to bed, though ; we need to pick Charles Edward Berry just after daylight… about four hr from now."

We agreed to lavish together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… necking and licking his kernel each clip he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him shoot another freight, most of which I caught with my mouth and swallowed.
We curled up and slept in each former's arms.

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

As soon as his truck left the cause, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the counter. Alan's light beam entered me much easier than the first base fourth dimension we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Fri and Saturday school term ( plus the one that Sunday forenoon before Larry arrived ) had been in the bedroom or rain shower ; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic.
I worked the next calendar week, but made an apology about a dying aunt for the keep abreast week.
When I drove up to Alan's theater, I looked through the carport to the room access. The door was ajar and Alan's big dick was sticking out. There was a minuscule cardboard mark hanging on it that read,"WELCOME HOME !"

On Thursday, after six mean solar day of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local DoJ of the public security. She gave us a questioning looking at when she read our years, 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 birthing control oral contraceptive pill are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % sure, I gave nascence to our inaugural daughter, Alana, eight and a half month later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three lady friend.

Every one of them like blackberry preserve better than any former kind .