My name is Becky, and I grew up in liberty, Bluegrass State - a rural mid-western town with a lot of timber, stream and open fields to explore and run in. I was a bit of a wonk as a youngster, so spent more time reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my neck of the woods. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boy in high schooltime, but I hadn't yet had an actual boyfriend. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore yr I had nice, C-cup bosom that made impressive mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lustful stares and comments from the son - and some instructor - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a young man. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an one-time cousin who noticed my growing pap and convinced me to spread my stage for him. The first time had been afflictive, but the two multiplication after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the only"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage grip in the shower. Several of my girlfriend had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the itching in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior twelvemonth, a boy - Brad - who was in my course of instruction at school was talking with the mathematical group of girls I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ sea mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on opposite word sides of a forest with a large open field in the middle called blackberry Hill. It was where some of the kids in our locality went to pick the furious blackberry bush that grew there. As we were headed to class, he caught up with me and suggested we should play there on Saturday just for the heck of it. It wasn't what I'd normally do on a Saturday good afternoon, but decided…why not… and agreed to meet him.

We met by a big tree near the boundary of the forest, and wandered through the woods toward blackberry bush Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school day and supporter. About 10 arcminute into our manner of walking, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my mamilla with both deal. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my white meat and gently pinching my mamilla, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my Kuki so he could look over my shoulder joint at my tits as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with boys yet, but figured Brad would like me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my bridge player up and down the shaft of his tool that was running down one leg of his boxers. He moaned and spread his legs slightly as I kept kneading his putz through his short. Then Brad released one of my knocker, and shoved his hand inside my shorts, past my pantie, and slipped a finger past my pussy lips, and into my vagina, rubbing my clitoris 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 kitty-cat - started rubbing my little release in gentle circles. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my button, I came all over his hired man in no time. With my eyes closed and my head leaning against his chest behind me, he held me up as my legs wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his fingers past my sensitive button, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his trunks, pulled out his pissed 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't endure very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, slash he erupted, and I watched as he shot rophy after rope of cum onto the grass next to my foot. It seemed dateless, but eventually his nut sack was empty, and I shook the final drop curtain from the tip of his dick onto the gooey heap he'd made on the flat coat next to us.

After a few Sir Thomas More minutes with me jerking his softening pecker, and with him fondling my tits and pap, we put our clothes back together and started walking back the way we had come. At the big tree diagram we chatted some more, then with a net squeeze of my tits and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our rest home in dissimilar directions.

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

When Sat arrived, we again met at the big tree, and started walking through the woodland toward Blackberry Benny Hill. This time we made it all the way to blackberry Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my boobs. We had found a large flaxen sphere, like a big golf sand trap, on the backside of blackberry bush Benny Hill, which was perfective 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 undo my shorts and slid them down my legs. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the skunk along the border of the sandy orbit and began stroking his growing pecker. He told me he wanted to see my knocker bounce, so I started to start and trip the light fantastic toe in a way that made my mamilla bound up and down and slap into each early. This unharmed situation was making my pussy wet and my pap hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and grabbed my bouncing pap, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his script pulling on my boobs, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his legs and positioned myself directly over his stiff rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his prick started sliding into my drenched pussy. He moved his hands to my hips, and started bouncing me up and down on his shaft. I moaned as I enjoyed the sentiency his pecker made sliding in and out of my bitch. Brad kept his hands on my hips as I leaned forward a little so I could labour my clitoris against the base of his dick. I could separate Brad loved this because it made my tits swing freely, slapping into each other and bouncing into his nerve, as I continued feverishly riding his stopcock and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's slopped gumshoe and grinding against his peter. After a few minute of arc I grunted, and with a low groan, I erupted into an amazing orgasm that coursed through my body. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly heat of my sexual climax, as he kept using his mitt on my hips to pump me up and down on his erect pole. He didn't last much retentive, and suddenly pulled me down onto his difficult cock as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum oceanic abyss into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his prick, shooting more and more cum into my pussy. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my nous against his thorax, with my leg straddling his lap, his shaft still stuck deep inside my pussycat - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the ground beneath us.

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

The succeeding weekend we met again, and this time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swinging boobs. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the ground with me straddling his face, as he licked and sucked my clit until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his eubstance until his clay rod slipped into my drenched pussy, and I rode his cock - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a monolithic load of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the relaxation of that school day year, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it to the sandy sphere behind blackberry Benny Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

About the centre of our older class, as I was again straddling Brad's hips - bouncing up and down on his turncock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying boobs - I mentioned to him that I had met a guy a few weeks ago who had become my boyfriend.

Still pounding his tool into my cunt, Brad asked,"trade good for you ! Anyone I know ?"

In between moans I told him my boyfriend's name, but Brad said he didn't recognize it. In a few Thomas More minutes I felt a climax rip through my body, causing my legs to beat. Brad exploded a instant or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my head teacher against his chest while we caught our breath and enjoyed our orgasms.

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

Brad said,"shuffle sense. I'm gon na leave out the hell of our weekends on Blackberry Hill, though."

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

At the big Tree, we hugged and spent a distich excess second with Brad squeezing my teat and me rubbing my hand up and down his jibe through his pants. Then we smiled at each other and went off in different directions. And that was the last time Brad and I met on blackberry pitcher's mound. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .