My name is Becky, and I grew up in autonomy, Bluegrass State - a rural mid-western Ithiel Town with a lot of forests, streams and spread out playing field to explore and bet in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent More time reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my locality. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing male child in senior high school, but I hadn't yet had an actual young man. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had nice, C-cup titty that made impressive hill in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But early than lewd stares and comments from the boys - 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 elder cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread my branch for him. The start time had been abominable, but the two times 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 handle in the rain shower. Several of my girlfriends had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior twelvemonth, a boy - Brad - who was in my stratum at school was talking with the group of young lady I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ nautical mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on diametric position of a forest with a large capable domain in the middle called blackberry bush Benny Hill. It was where some of the kids in our neighborhood went to piece the wild blackberry that grew there. As we were headed to class, he caught up with me and suggested we should meet there on Sat 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 converge him.

We met by a big tree near the edge of the wood, and wandered through the Ellen Price Wood toward blackberry bush Alfred Hawthorne. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing chronicle about school and booster. About 10 minutes into our walk, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my tits with both work force. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my mind back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, he slipped his helping hand under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my nipples, 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 wish me to rub his tool, 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 shorts. He moaned and spread his legs slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his shorts. Then Brad released one of my tits, and shoved his paw inside my underdrawers, past my panty, and slipped a finger past my cunt rim, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to know what he was doing, because he found my clit with his finger and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my little clitoris in easy roundabout. Between his tweaking my teat and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hand in no time. With my eye closed and my head leaning against his chest behind me, he held me up as my ramification wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his fingers past my sensitive clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his sozzled 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't last very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, fortuity he erupted, and I watched as he shot R-2 after rope of cum onto the grass next to my foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sack was empty, and I shook the final cliff from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mess he'd made on the ground next to us.

After a few more second with me jerking his softening whoreson, and with him fondling my pap and mammilla, we put our wearing apparel back together and started walking back the way we had come. At the big tree we chatted some more, then with a terminal wring of my tits and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our base in different directions.

The next day at school we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't mentation of me as his girlfriend. 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 Sat. 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 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 region, like a big golf guts trap, on the hind end of Blackberry Benny Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the mound or walking through the woodwind instrument. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then undid my shorts and slid them down my legs. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the grass along the bound of the arenaceous area and began stroking his growing dick. He told me he wanted to see my dope bounce, so I started to jump and dance in a way that made my tits bounce up and down and slap into each other. This whole site was making my kitty-cat wet and my pap hard, and in just a few transactions Brad's pecker was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and seize my bouncing nipple, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his hands pulling on my boob, 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 shaft started sliding into my drenched pussy. He moved his script to my coxa, and started bouncing me up and down on his shaft. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his shaft made sliding in and out of my snatch. Brad kept his hands on my hips as I leaned forward a little so I could grind my clitoris against the bag of his dick. I could tell Brad loved this because it made my nipple swing freely, slapping into each other and bouncing into his face, as I continued feverishly riding his cock and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's besotted dick and grinding against his quill. After a few minute of arc I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an pose orgasm that coursed through my eubstance. I closed my eyes and leaned my principal against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly warmth of my climax, as he kept using his hands on my hip to pump me up and down on his set up pole. He didn't utmost much farseeing, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard cock as far as I could go, shooting a onus of cum oceanic abyss into my bitch. He continued slamming me up and down on his dickhead, shooting more and more cum into my cunt. When he was finally finished emptying his cargo inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my header against his chest, with my peg straddling his lap, his shaft still stuck deep inside my purulent - as jizzm leaked out from around his irradiation onto the ground beneath us.

After a few minutes, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the Natalie Wood to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a net squeeze of tit and dick, and headed off in unlike directions.

The next 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 clitoris until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his physical structure until his corpse rod slipped into my drenched in slit, and I rode his cock - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive burden of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the residuum of that school year, and into the adjacent, whenever weather permitted. nearly times we made it to the sandy country behind blackberry Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

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

In between groan 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 instant or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my head against his bureau 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,"shuffling sense. I'm gon na drop 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 couple extra moment with Brad squeezing my tit and me rubbing my hand up and down his shaft 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 Hill. I wonder what he's up to present .