The Best Way to Eat Blackberry Preserves

The picture Alan posted on Facebook was a tumid, blue, Corning Ware bowl… heaped with some of the biggest, beautiful blackberries I'd ever seen. After several scuttlebutt by people who wanted the berries, without having to blame them off their thorny vines, I sent my former student a private content,"Alan, I would fuck to have some of those berries. I would be willing to beak all I can, and only take a tertiary of what I pick. In fact, I would also be leave to cook up your contribution, 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 fruit orchard and these blackberry bush are a issue of an organic fertilizer I developed. I have about six times as many as go year's crop, and they're even more sapid. I'd love for you to see my place and maybe kick in me some musical theme. When would you like to do ?"

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

"It's just me and my ol'dog and he stays outside near of the time. 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 counsel and assured me it was easy to detect. I stopped by the Garden Gods Nursery and picked up a brace pairs of slender, but baffling, leather glove with forearm auspices. Next, I picked up four twelve dry pint shock, pectin, and twenty pounds of clams.
On Thursday, after work, I hit the supermarket for cheeses, ham, smoked sausage and mushroom cloud. Alan had told me that he had Allium cepa and Lycopersicon esculentum from his garden. His hens had supplied peck of eggs, too.

I stopped my Tahoe beside the carport. His pickup truck was parked in front of it and, when I stepped out, I was amazed to see the reason why. There were tabular array and racks of vegetables, early apricot, blackberry bush and tomatoes. Beautiful bunch of onions hung from the rafters on twine.

The young man that came through the door, leading from the sign, was very dissimilar from the one I remembered. The slight boy with a face entire of pimples had been replaced by a man… a damn expert looking man, too. The first off thing I noticed was his broad chest and muscled arms. That, probably, would NOT experience been the 1st matter, if he'd been wearing a shirt.
I was eleven years older than Alan, but when I saw his bare torso, a prickling woke up my pussy.

"Well, hello. You've grown a piddling and filled out since you graduated. That was, what ? Three eld ago ?"

"quaternary. I got my bachelor's degree a pair off 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 psyche for the threshold. What in the nooky was improper with me ? I couldn't take my eyes off his ass, inside those soaked jean. For a second… or two… I wondered how big Alan's cock was.
‘ Damn, Donna, get ahold of yourself. He's a kid. Well, technically, he's about 22. Hmm… look at that extensive, tanned back. He's not a kid anymore.'

Alan mildly chastised me for buying so often stuff,"I have a clustering of jarful my mom brought me and there's a good market right down the road. They sell some of my produce on commission. It's selling pretty undecomposed, too. I've made over two 1000 so far and the harvesting's only about a third gear of the way through.
"So… you really didn't need to bring all this stuff."

It was a self-generated commentary, but I couldn't assistance myself,"Is this the way you always welcome your node, by griping at them ? If you were to fare to my planetary house, the first thing I would do is give you a big hug and state 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 recall his case being anywhere near that handsome…"I'm sorry, Ms. Parker, I'm out here by myself well-nigh of the metre. Dad and Mom come once in a piece, but they've gone to Ohio to see Jacques Louis David. Well, crap. mind to me rattle. I would love to get a big hug from you."

Somehow, the strength in his weapons system melted what defenses I may have had. right field that second, if he'd asked me to have it off him or leave him a blowjob, I wouldn't have been capable to comply fast enough. Just before he released me, one hand lifted and stroked the spine of my forefront.
I stepped back and avoided his heart when I asked about his bathroom. My panties were soaked and my cunt was clenching, trying to keep more leakage.

When I returned to the kitchen, it dawned on me that I really was purpose on seducing my former math scholarly person. The thought process 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 boxershorts, but inserted a tampon in case I had another ‘ accident ’.

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

"Hamburg…,"his words seemed to stimulate stuck in his throat. I noticed his eyes making a quick scan of my soundbox. Dammit, there was that frisson 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 trouser suits. You look great, Ms. Parker."

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

When the word of honor,"Yes, Donna,"came rolling out so sweetly, I had to excuse myself to the bathroom, again.
This time, I dropped my shorts, jerked the tampon out, and stuck two fingers inside my wet pussy. It only took a few curtly seconds for my climax to explode my idea 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 class since I broke up with that cheating imbecile, sea mile Crockett. I needed some arduous rooster, some vernal laborious 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 organisation was genuine,"You need some Rolaids, or something ?"

"No, why ?"

"Two tripper to the can in ten minutes…"

"No, I'm amercement. I guess I probably should have stopped at a place 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 dirt,"good story you should put it that way. When you first come in into the kitchen wearing those shorts, I noticed how dainty your stage 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 schooltime ’. 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 cherubic. In my mind, I thought,"I'll bet your tool is just as sweet, too."

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

Sure enough, Alan had three big ‘ tamale'muckle. Each one held about five gallon of Berry and simoleons. We decided to just do preserves the first night. Jelly would involve straining juice and adding pectin ; that could expect until later in the weekend.

At 1:20am, we finished the last of the canning jarful. Alan had taken several bags of blanched blackberry bush to the freezer in the outside shed. When he stepped back in the door, he stared at me for several seconds.
Then he snickered,"We could take canned two more pints if you hadn't decided to wear so a great deal of it. Maybe we can just use your tee shirt to tense juice tomorrow."

I picked up the magnanimous wooden spoon and flipped the aggregation of seeds and 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 entrust bicep. He wiped it with his finger and started toward me,"You comfortably be careful yourself, old fair sex. This youngster might just lay down you eat this."

When he held the wad up and shake off his finger at me, I could feel his eyes burning through my sweaty shirt. My nipple grew hard and my kitty-cat started to betray me, again.
That was the moment when my mouthpiece opened and my thought spilled out,"I'll make a plenty with you, Alan. I haven't had sex in two old age. If you rub a trivial conserves on your dick, I'll eat every bit of it."

My words stunned him for a few second. But when I grabbed the release on the top of his jeans, he jerked his shirt over his head and threw it to the floor."tinker's dam !"I thought,"There's that beautiful chest again."
Once the zipper bottomed out, his pants began to slide down his slim, but hefty ramification. His men were on the hem of my t-shirt, then it was on the storey, too. My shorts disappeared as he reached for the Henry Sweet, sticky concoction 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 hand touched my crotch, spreading my labia and filling my chap with tender, blackberry bush preserves. He swung his arm and the great board emptied with a crash.
I swept my arms through the air and wrapped him in a kiss. What a helluva buss it was, too. The future thing I knew, I was on the tabular array, on my back.

Alan's tongue was covering every inch of my tits, with extra attention to my nipples. When he sucked the second one into his back talk, a sticky finger entered my cunt.
My orgasmic sidesplitter may birth startled him, but it didn't stop him. Alan trailed down my ribs, belly, abdomen and reached my clit within a twain of mo. The first gear pull on that sensitive button brought me over the top, again.

Horticulture wasn't the only 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 multiplication, but his grin almost gave me another. I really hadn't taken poster of his sizing, once he was naked ; but when I felt the pressure at my entering, I could tell it was a big one.
When an experienced 33yr. old woman has a concentrated time accepting any man's pecker, you know it must be a whacker. I dipped my fingers into the arena of conserve 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 cans foresightful !

"Oh my God, Alan… you're going to get to take it slow and well-heeled. I never knew existent ones got this big."

He smeared his entire length with sticky, sweet guck. When he returned to his target, 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 high schooling.
The uncomfortableness eased as he pulled back and eased in again. My pussy was so willing and my creative thinker was made up. I was going to choose it all, even if damaged me for life.

As horny as Alan must have been, he was the sodding gentleman's gentleman. The slow, lenify, even virgule were making progression. I could feel my insides stretching, filling with a decide encroacher.
When he felt my cervix, he quit trying to coerce More of the meat giant. He moved, only slightly, letting my tunnel become intimate with its occupant… and, my God, it felt so big and so good.

I reached up and pulled his case to mine,"If you're going to fuck me with that hunk, you've got ta kiss me, too."
I tasted a commixture of my own pussy juice and blackberries as our lips locked together.
His tool started moving, again, making me butterfly our faces even tighter. The preserves were even on his olfactory organ ; each time our fountainhead switched from one face to the early, some would rub off on my face.

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

"It's okay, Alan. Push it all in. I want you to jazz 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 stab 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 mo or More. I was in another world, a constant United States Department of State of orgasmic seventh heaven. 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 controller, beloved. Just let it go."

I'll swear he must throw emptied a pint jar full of his spunk into my aching cervix. The extra liquidness 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 DoS, I asked,"Could we do this again tomorrow ?"

"Anytime you want. You should get a shower and go to bed, though ; we need to cull Chuck Berry just after daylight… about four hours from now."

We agreed to shower together, which resulted in me giving him a titty-fuck… petting and licking his nub each clock time he pushed it toward my case. I succeeded in making him shoot another lading, 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 Lapp. We picked and processed eleven, five gallon buckets of blackberries. A supporter of Alan's showed up on Billy Sunday morning with a gravid, pneumatic imperativeness. Between the blackberries and dish, that wardrobe put out more succus than we could proceed 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 drive, Alan and I stripped our clothes and I bent over the comeback. Alan's shaft entered me much easier than the outset meter we'd fucked in his kitchen.
All nine of our Friday and Saturday academic session ( 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 apology about a dying aunt for the keep up week.
When I drove up to Alan's house, I looked through the carport to the room access. The room access was ajar and Alan's big hawkshaw was sticking out. There was a small cardboard augury hanging on it that read,"WELCOME nursing home !"

On Thursday, after six days of working, fucking, sleeping, sucking and eating, Alan and I were married by the local Justice of the ataraxis. She gave us a questioning facial expression when she read our old age, 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 parturition ascendance oral contraceptive pill are supposed to be 99 & 44/100 % certainly, I gave birth to our 1st daughter, Alana, eight and a half months later.
That was nine years ago, and we now have three girls.

Every one of them like blackberry bush conserves better than any early kind .