My name is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, Kentucky - a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, current and open theater of operations to explore and play in. I was a bit of a wonk as a nestling, so spent more prison term Reading and studying than enjoying the open air of my neighborhood. Although I was bookish and a bit shy, I started noticing male child in high school, but I hadn't yet had an genuine fellow. My consistency was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had courteous, C-cup dope that made telling mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and scuttlebutt from the male child - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any finisher to getting a boyfriend. Technically, I wasn't a Virgo, thanks to an sr. cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread out my legs for him. The get-go time had been painful, but the two clock time after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the only if"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handle in the shower. several of my lady friend had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the scabies in me that needed scratching.

One day in my Jnr year, a boy - Brad - who was in my course of study at schooltime was talking with the group of girlfriend I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each early. It turned out that we lived on diametrical sides of a forest with a large open area in the middle called blackberry bush Benny Hill. It was where some of the kids in our neighborhood went to pick the wild blackberry that grew there. As we were headed to social class, he caught up with me and suggested we should meet there on Saturday just for the heck of it. It wasn't what I'd normally do on a Saturday afternoon, but decided…why not… and agreed to meet him.

We met by a big tree diagram near the edge of the woodland, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing history about school and supporter. About 10 min into our walk, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my pap with both hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my point back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few hour, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my knocker and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could reckon over my shoulder at my nipple as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with boy yet, but figured Brad would like me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my hand up and down the shaft of his tool that was running down one leg of his shorts. He moaned and spread his legs slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his shorts. Then Brad released one of my bosom, and shoved his script inside my shorts, past my pantie, and slipped a finger past my pussy back talk, and into my vagina, rubbing my button along the way. He seemed to know what he was doing, because he found my clit with his fingers and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my lilliputian push button in gentle circles. Between his tweaking my teat and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hand in no sentence. With my optic closed and my foreland leaning against his chest of drawers behind me, he held me up as my legs wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his fingerbreadth past my medium clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his clay 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't last very long… .. after only a twelve, or so, chance event he erupted, and I watched as he shot forget me drug after rope of cum onto the grass next to my ft. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut poke was empty, and I shook the final examination drops from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mess he'd made on the priming coat next to us.

After a few more minute with me jerking his softening prick, and with him fondling my tits and tit, we put our clothes back together and started walking back the way we had come. At the big tree we chatted some more, then with a final squeeze of my boob and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our nursing home in different directions.

The next day at school we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't thinking of me as his girl. I was less disappointed than I thought I would be…especially when he caught up with me in the Hall and suggested we meet at Blackberry Hill again on Saturday. I agreed, and found myself really looking forward to it.

When Saturday arrived, we again met at the big tree, and started walking through the forest toward blackberry bush Hill. This clock time we made it all the way to Blackberry Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my dumbbell. We had found a large flaxen area, like a big golf sand trap, on the derriere of Blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the J. J. Hill or walking through the woods. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then untie my shorts and slid them down my leg. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the pasturage along the edge of the flaxen sphere and began stroking his growing shaft. He told me he wanted to see my boobs bounce, so I started to jump and trip the light fantastic in a way that made my tits rebound up and down and slap into each other. This whole situation was making my pussycat wet and my mamilla hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and snaffle my bouncing breast, slapping them to make water them swing around even more. Then with his hired hand pulling on my dummy, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his legs and positioned myself directly over his besotted rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his prick started sliding into my souse pussy. He moved his hands to my rose hip, and started bouncing me up and down on his shaft. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his prick made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his men on my pelvis as I leaned forward a petty so I could dig my clitoris against the theme of his dick. I could tell Brad loved this because it made my titmouse swing freely, slapping into each early and bouncing into his boldness, as I continued feverishly riding his peter and grinding my clit.

I could palpate an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's soused dick and grinding against his gibe. After a few transactions I grunted, and with a low groan, I erupted into an dumbfound orgasm that coursed through my body. I closed my optic and leaned my caput against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly fondness of my culmination, as he kept using his hands on my pelvis to pump me up and down on his erect pole. He didn't finis much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his concentrated cock as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum deep into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his asshole, shooting more and more cum into my twat. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my drumhead against his chest, with my legs straddling his lap, his tool still stuck deep inside my pussycat - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the ground beneath us.

After a few proceedings, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the woods to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a final liquidity crisis of tit and prick, and headed off in different directions.

The next weekend we met again, and this time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swing pinhead. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the ground with me straddling his nerve, as he licked and sucked my clit until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his body until his clay rod slipped into my drenched slit, and I rode his putz - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive consignment of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend number for us for the repose of that school class, and into the future, whenever weather permitted. Most clip we made it to the arenaceous area behind Blackberry Benny Hill before removing wearing apparel, sucking, stroking and fucking.

About the middle of our senior twelvemonth, as I was again straddling Brad's rosehip - bouncing up and down on his cock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying pinhead - I mentioned to him that I had met a guy a few weeks ago who had become my boyfriend.

Still pounding his cock into my snatch, Brad asked,"Good for you ! Anyone I know ?"

In between moan I told him my boyfriend's name, but Brad said he didn't recognize it. In a few more minute of arc I felt a orgasm rip through my dead body, causing my legs to quiver. Brad exploded a minute or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my forefront against his pectus while we caught our breath and enjoyed our orgasms.

Afterwards, as we were dressing and walking out of the forest, I said,"I guess we shouldn't do this anymore, since my boyfriend wouldn't appreciate it."

Brad said,"Makes mother wit. I'm gon na lack the hell of our weekends on Blackberry pitcher's mound, though."

I smiled at him and said,"Yeah, me too."

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a couplet supernumerary minutes with Brad squeezing my mammilla and me rubbing my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. Then we smiled at each early and went off in different way. And that was the utmost clock time Brad and I met on blackberry Benny Hill. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .