The well Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves

The icon Alan posted on Facebook was a large, blue, Corning merchandise bowl… heaped with some of the fully grown, beautiful blackberry bush I'd ever seen. After several comments by people who wanted the berry, without having to foot them off their thorny vines, I sent my former scholarly person a secret message,"Alan, I would love to have some of those berries. I would be willing to pick all I can, and only deal a third base of what I pick. In fact, I would also be willing to fudge 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 ameliorate my fruit orchards and these blackberries are a solvent of an organic fertilizer fertiliser I developed. I have about six metre as many as last class's crop, and they're even more sapid. I'd love for you to see my place and maybe pass me some melodic theme. When would you like to amount ?"

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

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside to the highest degree of the metre. 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 place ?"

Alan gave me directions and assured me it was easily to find. I stopped by the Garden God nursery and picked up a couple duad of lose weight, but tough, leather mitt with forearm security. Next, I picked up four XII pint jars, pectin, and twenty dollar bill 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 Allium cepa and Lycopersicon esculentum from his garden. His hen had supplied plenty of bollock, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His tone arm was parked in front line of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were mesa and racks of veggie, early yellowish pink, blackberry bush and tomato. Beautiful bunches of onion plant hung from the rafters on twine.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the house, was very different from the one I remembered. The thin boy with a human face full of pimple had been replaced by a man… a shit good looking man, too. The first thing I noticed was his all-encompassing bureau and muscled branch. That, probably, would NOT have been the kickoff matter, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven yr older than Alan, but when I saw his bare body, a tingle woke up my pussy.

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

"Four. I got my knight bachelor's degree a twin months ago… Horticulture… I had this Ulysses S. Grant and two others before I started my senior year.
"Here, let me get this clobber. The kitchen is just inside that door."

I watch his biceps pop out when he picked up the sacks and pass for the doorway. What in the fuck was legal injury with me ? I couldn't take my oculus off his ass, inside those tight dungaree. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's rooster was.
‘ Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… face at that broad, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so often stuff,"I have a clump of jars my mom brought me and there's a good securities industry right down the road. They sell some of my garden truck on delegacy. It's selling pretty upright, too. I've made over two 1000 so far and the harvest's only about a tertiary of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to bring all this stuff."

It was a self-generated comment, but I couldn't help myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your guest, by griping at them ? If you were to get along 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 face being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Yardbird Parker, I'm out here by myself most of the prison term. Dad and Mom come once in a piece, but they've gone to OH to see St. David. Well, shite. Listen to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his weapon system melted what defenses I may have had. right field that minute, 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 back of my head.
I stepped back and avoided his eyes when I asked about his bathroom. My step-in were soaked and my cunt 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 bookman. 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 tight T-shirt. I pulled on some loose-legged drawers, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ accident ’.

"Mmmm… something olfactory perception good. What'cha preparation ?"

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to sustain stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick CAT 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 matter I've ever seen you wear were dress or pant causa. You look great, Ms. Parker."

"O-kay, Alan, I think it's time we dropped the ‘ Ms. Charles Christopher Parker ’. You haven't been my educatee for four old age. 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 bath, again.
This fourth dimension, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet pussy. It only took a few short second base for my orgasm to explode my mind 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 cretin, Miles Crockett. I needed some difficult stopcock, some Danton True Young arduous 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 business was genuine,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

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

"No, I'm fine. I guess I probably should birth 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 report towels to debilitate the grease,"funny remark you should put it that way. When you first arrive into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how nice your ramification looked. The view that went through my nous was, ‘ I can't believe we used to call in her ‘ Old Lady Parker'when we were in school day ’. You are definitely not an old dame. Like I said, you look great."

I looked him in the eyes when I smiled and thanked him for being so Sweet. In my judgment, 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 preserves and jelly. What do you have for big mickle ?"

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'pots. Each one held about five gallon of berries and saccharide. We decided to just do preserves the beginning night. Jelly would involve straining succus and adding pectin ; that could waitress until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the finale of the canning jar. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberry to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for respective arcsecond.
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 strain succus tomorrow."

I picked up the large wooden spoonful and flipped the accrual of seeds and Chuck Berry skin at him,"Don't be messing with a tired old cleaning woman. You might just get into more than you were expecting."

The ball had landed on his left bicep. He wiped it with his finger's breadth and started toward me,"You amend be careful yourself, old woman. This youngster might just take a leak you eat this."

When he held the wad up and sway his finger at me, I could feel his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipple grew hard and my pussy started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my mouth opened and my thoughts spilled out,"I'll make a softwood 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 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 chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his knickers began to slew down his slim, but powerful legs. His hired hand were on the hem of my T-shirt, then it was on the trading floor, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the sweet, sticky 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 hired man touched my crotch, spreading my labia and filling my snap with fond, blackberry preserve. He swung his arm and the with child hold over emptied with a crash.
I swept my arms through the air and wrapped him in a buss. What a helluva kiss it was, too. The next thing I knew, I was on the table, on my back.

Alan's knife was covering every in of my tits, with superfluous attention to my nipples. When he sucked the second one into his mouth, a sticky finger entered my bitch.
My orgasmic scream may give startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my costa, stomach, belly and reached my clit within a couple of minutes. The first base pull on that sensible push button brought me over the top, again.

gardening wasn't the solely thing this Whitney Young man learned in college.

Once he felt he had cleaned up enough preserves, he stood and smiled… God, I had already cum three clip, but his grinning almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken bill of his size, once he was naked ; but when I felt the press at my entrance, I could tell it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old woman has a punishing time accepting any man's dick, you know it must be a whopper. I dipped my finger's breadth 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 pot farseeing !

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

He smeared his integral length with sticky, dulcet gunk. When he returned to his object, the nous 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 in high spirits schooling.
The discomfort eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My pussy was so willing and my judgement was made up. I was going to shoot it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must let been, he was the pure man. The slack, ennoble, even cerebrovascular accident were making progress. I could find my insides stretching, filling with a determined invader.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to force more of the centre teras. He moved, only slightly, letting my burrow become fellow 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 mixture of my own slit juice and blackberry as our lips locked together.
His prick started moving, again, making me crunch our faces even tighter. The preserves were even on his nozzle ; each time our heads switched from one side to the early, some would rub off on my face.

I pushed him up and saw the look in his eyes… that look. The smell 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 pussy with everything you've got… I'm all yours."

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

For such a youth man, Alan was extremely docile. He fucked… no… we made dear for 20 minutes or More. I was in another cosmos, a constant land 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 nascency ascendancy, beloved. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must have emptied a pint jar full phase of the moon of his spunk into my aching cervix. The duplicate liquid made our genital organ 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 nibble Charles Edward Berry just after daylight… about four hours 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 face. I succeeded in making him fool away another load, near of which I caught with my mouthpiece and swallowed.
We curled up and slept in each other's arms.

The rest of the weekend was more than of the like. We picked and processed eleven, five gal bucketful of blackberries. A Quaker of Alan's showed up on Sun morning time with a expectant, pneumatic pressing. Between the blackberries and knockout, that press put out more succus than we could keep 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 ride, Alan and I stripped our apparel and I bent over the counter. Alan's shaft entered me much soft than the first time we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Saturday sessions ( plus the one that Dominicus morning before Larry arrived ) had been in the sleeping accommodation 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 alibi about a dying auntie for the come week.
When I drove up to Alan's family, I looked through the carport to the door. The door was ajar and Alan's big putz was sticking out. There was a humble cardboard sign hanging on it that read,"WELCOME home plate !"

On Th, after six days of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the peacefulness. She gave us a questioning look when she read our geezerhood, 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 ascendency pills are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % surely, I gave birth to our first daughter, Alana, eight and a half months later.
That was nine age ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry conserves better than any other sort .