My name is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, Kentucky - a rural mid-western Town with a lot of forests, streams and open fields to search and play in. I was a bit of a swot as a youngster, so spent more time reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my neighbourhood. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing male child in high schooltime, but I hadn't yet had an actual swain. My physical structure was developing quickly, though….by sophomore class I had nice, C-cup boobs that made telling hammock in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than raunchy stares and comments from the boys - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a boyfriend. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to pass around my legs for him. The maiden time had been painful, but the two prison term after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the alone"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handle in the shower. Several of my girl had already had young man, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my Junior class, a boy - Brad - who was in my course of study at schooltime was talking with the group of miss I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on polar position of a wood with a tumid surface country in the middle called blackberry J. J. Hill. It was where some of the kids in our neighborhood went to plunk the wild blackberry that grew there. As we were headed to socio-economic 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 conform to him.

We met by a big tree near the sharpness of the woods, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry pitcher's mound. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school and Friend. About 10 hour into our walk, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my mammilla with both hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my forefront back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few moment, he slipped his handwriting under my shirt and continued fondling my chest and gently pinching my mamilla, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my Chin so he could look over my shoulder at my tits as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with male child yet, but figured Brad would wish me to rub his prick, so I reached behind me and ran my hand up and down the shot of his dick that was running down one leg of his boxers. He moaned and spread his leg slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his shorts. Then Brad released one of my teat, and shoved his hired hand inside my trunks, past my scanty, and slipped a finger's breadth past my pussy mouth, and into my vagina, rubbing my clitoris along the way. He seemed to screw what he was doing, because he found my clit with his fingers and - with the lubricant from my wet pussy - started rubbing my little button in gentle circles. Between his tweaking my mammilla and rubbing my clit, I came all over his script in no time. With my centre 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 fingerbreadth past my sensitive button, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his unbendable 7"rooster, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't last very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, strokes he erupted, and I watched as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the Gunter Wilhelm Grass next to my foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sack was empty, and I shook the final fall from the tip of his dick onto the gooey messiness he'd made on the priming coat next to us.

After a few more bit with me jerking his softening prick, and with him fondling my tits and nipples, 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 tits and pat on his dig, we headed off to our rest home in different directions.

The future day at shoal we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't thinking of me as his girlfriend. I was less defeated 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 Sabbatum arrived, we again met at the big Tree, and started walking through the forest toward Blackberry Hill. This time we made it all the way to Blackberry Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my breast. We had found a with child sandy area, like a big golf sand lying in wait, on the buttocks of blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the hill or walking through the Wood. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then undid my short pants and slew them down my leg. I unbuckled his bash, then unzipped and removed his drawers, too. He sat on the supergrass along the bound of the sandy area and began stroking his growing tool. He told me he wanted to see my dummy bounce, so I started to jump and trip the light fantastic in a way that made my bosom bounce up and down and slap into each early. This unscathed situation was making my pussy wet and my nipples hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and grabbed my bouncing tits, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his hands pulling on my dumbbell, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his peg and positioned myself directly over his corpse rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his prick started sliding into my drenched in pussycat. He moved his hands to my rose hip, and started bouncing me up and down on his diaphysis. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his cock made sliding in and out of my twat. Brad kept his hands on my rosehip as I leaned forward a little so I could dig my clitoris against the base of his dick. I could severalize Brad loved this because it made my mammilla swing freely, slapping into each other and bouncing into his human face, as I continued feverishly riding his stopcock and grinding my clit.

I could find an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's stiff dick and grinding against his beam of light. After a few minutes I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an amazing orgasm that coursed through my body. I closed my center and leaned my point against Brad's chest of drawers, enjoying the tingly warmth of my climax, as he kept using his hands on my pelvic arch to pump me up and down on his raise pole. He didn't stopping point much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his difficult turncock as far as I could go, shooting a onus of cum deep into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his asshole, shooting more and Thomas More cum into my pussy. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his thorax, with my leg straddling his lap, his tool still stuck deep inside my snatch - 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 last squeeze of tit and cock, and headed off in different directions.

The succeeding weekend we met again, and this clip Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swing 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 dead body until his corpse rod slipped into my soak slit, and I rode his cock - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive loading of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend turn for us for the repose of that school year, and into the side by side, whenever weather permitted. Most meter we made it to the sandy area behind Blackberry Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

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

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

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

Brad said,"Makes sentiency. I'm gon na miss the perdition of our weekends on Blackberry J. J. Hill, though."

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

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a brace extra minutes with Brad squeezing my tits and me rubbing my helping hand up and down his shaft through his bloomers. Then we smiled at each other and went off in different way. And that was the final prison term Brad and I met on blackberry pitcher's mound. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .