My epithet is Becky, and I grew up in autonomy, KY - a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, watercourse and assailable subject field to explore and play in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent Thomas More metre recital and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my locality. Although I was bookish and a bit shy, I started noticing boys in high gear school, but I hadn't yet had an genuine swain. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had nice, C-cup titty that made telling hammock in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and comments from the male child - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a beau. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an older cousin-german who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread my ramification for him. The first meter had been irritating, but the two sentence after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the exclusively"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage hold in the shower. Several of my girlfriend had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior yr, a boy - Brad - who was in my class at school was talking with the grouping of girls I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ Roman mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on diametrical side of meat of a forest with a large subject surface area in the middle called blackberry bush Benny Hill. It was where some of the kids in our vicinity went to break up the wild blackberry bush that grew there. As we were headed to class, he caught up with me and suggested we should assemble there on Saturday just for the heck of it. It wasn't what I'd normally do on a Sat afternoon, but decided…why not… and agreed to meet him.

We met by a big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree near the edge of the forest, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing tale about school and friends. About 10 second into our pass, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my tits 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 hour, he slipped his manpower under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could look over my shoulder at my pap as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with boys yet, but figured Brad would wish me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my hand up and down the shaft of his cock that was running down one leg of his boxershorts. He moaned and spread his branch slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his boxershorts. Then Brad released one of my titmouse, and shoved his hand inside my trunks, past my panties, and slipped a finger past my puss lips, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to do it what he was doing, because he found my button with his fingers and - with the lubricator from my wet puss - started rubbing my lilliputian button in gentle circles. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit, I came all over his handwriting in no time. With my eyes closed and my head leaning against his chest behind me, he held me up as my stage wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his fingers past my tender clitoris, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his short, pulled out his strong 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hired hand next to my leg. He didn't last very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, cam stroke he erupted, and I watched as he shot circle after circle of cum onto the grass next to my foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sack was abandon, and I shook the final drops from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mess he'd made on the ground next to us.

After a few more hour with me jerking his softening putz, and with him fondling my boob and teat, we put our clothes back together and started walking back the way we had come. At the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree we chatted some more, then with a final exam clinch of my tits and pat on his barb, we headed off to our menage in unlike 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 disappoint than I thought I would be…especially when he caught up with me in the manse and suggested we meet at blackberry bush hill again on Sabbatum. I agreed, and found myself really looking forward to it.

When Saturday arrived, we again met at the big tree diagram, 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 knocker. We had found a bombastic arenaceous area, like a big golf sand gob, on the derriere of Blackberry J. J. Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the mound or walking through the woods. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then unwrap my shorts and slue them down my peg. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the green goddess along the edge of the sandy region and began stroking his growing cock. He told me he wanted to see my knocker bounce, so I started to derail and trip the light fantastic toe in a way that made my tits bounce up and down and slap into each other. This unharmed position was making my pussy wet and my mammilla hard, and in just a few transactions Brad's prick was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and grabbed my bouncing teat, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his hired man pulling on my pinhead, 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 asshole started sliding into my souse pussy. He moved his helping hand to my articulatio coxae, and started bouncing me up and down on his peter. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his cock made sliding in and out of my bitch. Brad kept his hired man on my hips as I leaned forward a little so I could grind my clitoris against the radical of his tool. I could tell Brad loved this because it made my titmouse swing freely, slapping into each other and bouncing into his human face, as I continued feverishly riding his cock and grinding my clit.

I could finger an orgasm edifice as I continued riding Brad's squiffy dick and grinding against his cock. After a few minutes I grunted, and with a low groan, I erupted into an awing orgasm that coursed through my trunk. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against Brad's bureau, enjoying the tingly warmth of my flood tide, as he kept using his hands on my hips to pump me up and down on his raise celestial pole. He didn't last much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard cock as far as I could go, shooting a lading of cum deep into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his prick, shooting to a greater extent and more cum into my kitty. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head teacher against his chest, with my legs straddling his lap, his rotating shaft still stuck recondite inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his calamus onto the ground beneath us.

After a few minutes, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the woods to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a final examination credit crunch of tit and dick, and headed off in dissimilar 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 boob. 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 aspect. Afterwards, I slid down his consistence until his stiff rod slipped into my drenched kitty, and I rode his putz - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive load of cum inside me.

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

About the centre of our elder year, as I was again straddling Brad's hip joint - bouncing up and down on his cock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying knocker - I mentioned to him that I had met a guy a few week ago who had become my boyfriend.

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

In between moans I told him my boyfriend's epithet, but Brad said he didn't recognize it. In a few more minutes I felt a sexual climax rip through my body, causing my peg to quake. Brad exploded a moment or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my top dog against his chest 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 beau wouldn't appreciate it."

Brad said,"Makes horse sense. I'm gon na miss the hell of our weekends on blackberry bush James Jerome Hill, though."

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

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a duet duplicate minutes with Brad squeezing my tits and me rubbing my hand up and down his shaft through his pants. Then we smiled at each early and went off in dissimilar counseling. And that was the last sentence Brad and I met on blackberry bush James Jerome Hill. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .