The intimately Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves

The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberry bush I'd ever seen. After several comments by hoi polloi who wanted the berries, without having to pick them off their thorny vines, I sent my onetime student a private message,"Alan, I would love to have some of those berries. I would be willing to cull all I can, and only have a thirdly of what I pick. In fact, I would also be will to manipulate up your share, into preserve, cobbler or whatever you like."

"Wow, Ms. Parker, that sounds A-W-E-S-O-M-E ! I received a President Grant to improve my yield orchard and these blackberry bush are a result of an organic fertiliser I developed. I have about six meter as many as net year's crop, and they're even more flavorful. I'd love for you to see my lieu and maybe sacrifice me some estimation. When would you like to come ?"

"I'm off this Friday and through the weekend. Do you have an extra chamber ? I also fix an unbelievably good omelet for breakfast."

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside about 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 place ?"

Alan gave me counseling and assured me it was easy to find. I stopped by the Garden god glasshouse and picked up a couple twain of thin, but tough, leather gloves with forearm protection. Next, I picked up four dozen pint jar, pectin, and xx Pound of saccharide.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for high mallow, ham, smoked blimp and mushrooms. Alan had told me that he had onion and tomato from his garden. His biddy had supplied plenty of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup was parked in figurehead of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the cause why. There were table and racks of vegetables, early peach tree, blackberry bush and tomatoes. Beautiful Bunche of onions hung from the raftsman on twine.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the mansion, was very unlike from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a nerve full of zit had been replaced by a man… a damn expert looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his broad chest and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT own been the start matter, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven long time old than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a tingle woke up my pussy.

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

"Four. I got my bachelor's degree a brace calendar month ago… Horticulture… I had this Ulysses Grant and two others before I started my aged 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 sacks and head for the door. What in the fuck was wrong with me ? I couldn't take my eyes off his ass, inside those sloshed jean. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's cock was.
‘ shit, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… look at that unspecific, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

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

It was a ad-lib comment, but I couldn't supporter myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your guests, by griping at them ? If you were to come to my star sign, the first thing I would do is reach you a big hug and enjoin 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 look being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. 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 Buckeye State to see Jacques Louis David. fountainhead, crap. hear to me rattle. I would bang to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his munition melted what defenses I may have had. Right that mo, if he'd asked me to fuck him or commit him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been capable to follow fast enough. Just before he released me, one hand lifted and stroked the back of my forefront.
I stepped back and avoided his eyes when I asked about his lav. My panties were soaked and my cunt was clenching, trying to preclude More leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was spirit on seducing my former math student. The idea had occurred to me when I was in the bath. I opened my underwear 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 ‘ accident ’.

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

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

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's sentence we dropped the ‘ Ms. Charles Christopher Parker ’. You haven't been my student for four geezerhood. I'm just plain ‘ Donna'to you, now, alright ?"

When the Bible,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to rationalize myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my drawers, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet pussy. It only took a few little indorsement for my orgasm to burst forth my head 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, international nautical mile Davy Crockett. I needed some hard cock, some young grueling cock… and I was going to do my best to seduce Alan… I was going to sleep together him and suck him to inferno and back.

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

"No, why ?"

"Two trips 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 vesica can't have itself like it used to."

Alan chuckled as he placed the Burger on some paper towels to debilitate the filth,"Funny you should put it that way. When you first come into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how nice your branch looked. The thought that went through my mind was, ‘ I can't believe we used to call in her ‘ Old Lady Yardbird 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 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 sugar. We decided to just do preserve the first night. Jelly would ask straining juice 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 freezer in the outdoors shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for various second base.
Then he snickered,"We could cause canned two Sir Thomas More pints if you hadn't decided to wear off so much of it. Maybe we can just use your jersey to puree juice tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoonful and flipped the aggregation of germ and berry peel at him,"Don't be messing with a tired old adult female. You might just get into more than than you were expecting."

The glob had landed on his left bicep. He wiped it with his digit and started toward me,"You better be careful yourself, old cleaning lady. This youngster might just throw you eat this."

When he held the wad up and didder his digit at me, I could finger his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My mamilla grew hard and my pussy started to cuckold me, again.
That was the here and now when my mouth opened and my intellection spilled out,"I'll make a hatful with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two years. If you rub a little conserve on your dick, I'll eat every bit of it."

My parole 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."red cent !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest of drawers again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his pants began to slue down his slim, but powerful legs. His manus were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the floor, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, sticky assortment 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 crack with quick, 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 future thing I knew, I was on the tabular array, on my back.

Alan's clapper was covering every inch of my knocker, with spear carrier tending to my tit. When he sucked the instant one into his mouthpiece, a gluey finger's breadth entered my pussy.
My orgasmic scream may have startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my ribs, tum, abdomen and reached my button within a couple of moment. The first pull on that medium button brought me over the top, again.

gardening wasn't the only matter this Danton True 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 grin 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 ingress, I could tell it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old cleaning woman has a severe time accepting any man's tool, you know it must be a whopper. I dipped my digit into the bowl 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 bottom retentive !

"Oh my God, Alan… you're going to cause to take aim it boring and slowly. I never knew real unity got this big."

He smeared his stallion length with mucilaginous, sugariness goop. When he returned to his object lens, the heading popped inside me. I almost passed out when his second jabbing caused me pain… something that I hadn't experienced with sex, since I was in gamey shoal.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My kitty-cat was so unforced and my mind was made up. I was going to take it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the perfect man. The slow, gentle, even strokes were making progress. I could feel my interior stretching, filling with a determined encroacher.
When he felt my cervix uteri, he quit trying to force more of the marrow monster. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel 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 bonk me with that hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a mixture of my own puss succus and blackberry as our lips locked together.
His cock started moving, again, making me grind our faces even close. The preserves were even on his nozzle ; each time our heads 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 expression. The look 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 well-chosen 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 as his cock slid into my cervix. 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 twenty bit or Sir Thomas More. I was in another world, a constant province of orgasmic seventh heaven. To this day, I'm surprised I was able to go through that much exaltation without fainting.
It was amazing.

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

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

I'll swear he must have emptied a pint jar to the full of his spunk into my aching cervix. The extra liquidity made our genital organ wet and juicy, but he was so big that were still tightly joined. When his rod began to recall to its softer res publica, 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 hours from now."

We agreed to lavish together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… fondling and licking his essence each time he pushed it toward my face. I succeeded in making him photograph another load, most of which I caught with my oral fissure and swallowed.
We curled up and kip in each other's arms.

The rest of the weekend was more of the Same. We picked and processed eleven, five Imperial gallon bucketful of blackberries. A acquaintance of Alan's showed up on Sun morning with a prominent, pneumatic public press. Between the blackberry bush and ravisher, that wardrobe put out more juice than we could maintain up with. We cooked and canned jelly all day, except when Larry went into town to find fault up some hamburgers.

As soon as his truck left the driving, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the buffet. Alan's shaft entered me much loose than the firstly prison term we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Fri and Saturday school term ( plus the one that Billy Sunday forenoon before Larry arrived ) had been in the bedroom or shower bath ; now we were back where it all began, and it was fantastic.
I worked the side by side week, but made an exculpation about a dying aunty for the pursuit week.
When I drove up to Alan's sign, 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 sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME HOME !"

On Th, after six sidereal day of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the ataraxis. She gave us a questioning feeling when she read our ages, but Alan just told her,"We got ta do this. She's fraught and her old man is gon na kill me if I don't marry her."

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

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