My name is Becky, and I grew up in indecorum, Kentucky - a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, flow and capable bailiwick to explore and play in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent more than fourth dimension recital and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my region. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boy in in high spirits school, but I hadn't yet had an actual fellow. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had nice, C-cup boobs that made impressive mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lascivious 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 quondam first cousin who noticed my growing pap and convinced me to spread my legs for him. The for the first time time had been irritating, but the two clip after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the just"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 itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my Junior year, a boy - Brad - who was in my class at school was talking with the group of daughter I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ Admiralty mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on paired sides of a timberland with a gravid open region in the midsection called Blackberry Hill. It was where some of the kids in our vicinity went to blame the rampantly blackberries that grew there. As we were headed to 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 foregather him.

We met by a big tree near the edge of the forest, and wandered through the Sir Henry Wood toward blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school and friends. 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 hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his pectus as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, 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 Kuki so he could see 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 dick, so I reached behind me and ran my deal up and down the shaft of his cock that was running down one leg of his shorts. He moaned and spread his branch slightly as I kept kneading his dickhead through his shortstop. Then Brad released one of my tits, and shoved his hand inside my trunks, past my panties, and slipped a finger past my pussycat lips, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to bed what he was doing, because he found my clit with his fingers and - with the lubricator from my wet cunt - started rubbing my little push button in gentle circles. Between his tweaking my pap and rubbing my clit, I came all over his mitt in no prison term. 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 finger past my raw clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet bitch, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his rigid 7"tool, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't cobbler's last very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, separatrix he erupted, and I watched as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the grass next to my foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sacque was empty, and I shook the final drops from the tip of his hawkshaw onto the gooey mess he'd made on the ground next to us.

After a few more minutes with me jerking his softening tool, and with him fondling my tits and mamilla, 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 squeeze of my tits and pat on his diaphysis, we headed off to our nursing home in dissimilar 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 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 Sabbatum. I agreed, and found myself really looking forward to it.

When Sabbatum arrived, we again met at the big Sir Herbert Beerbohm Tree, and started walking through the woodland toward Blackberry Hill. This fourth dimension we made it all the way to blackberry pitcher's mound before Brad reached over and began fondling my boobs. We had found a large arenaceous area, like a big golf sand cakehole, on the can of blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the hill or walking through the woods. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then undid my drawers and slew them down my legs. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the pasturage along the boundary of the flaxen area and began stroking his growing peter. He told me he wanted to see my dope bounce, so I started to jump and trip the light fantastic in a way that made my knocker bounce up and down and slap into each other. This totally state of affairs was making my slit wet and my tit hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and grabbed my bouncing nipple, slapping them to prepare them swing around even more. Then with his hands pulling on my booby, 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 incision started sliding into my drench twat. He moved his workforce to my hips, and started bouncing me up and down on his shaft. I moaned as I enjoyed the sentience his rooster made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his hands on my hips as I leaned forward a trivial so I could comminute my button against the base of his dick. I could tell apart Brad loved this because it made my tits swing freely, slapping into each early and bouncing into his facial expression, as I continued feverishly riding his cock and grinding my clit.

I could sense an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's stiff dick and grinding against his prick. After a few minutes I grunted, and with a low groan, I erupted into an perplex sexual climax that coursed through my body. I closed my eyes and leaned my head against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly lovingness of my coming, as he kept using his hands on my hips to pump me up and down on his tumid pole. He didn't last much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard dick as far as I could go, shooting a lading of cum deep into my slit. He continued slamming me up and down on his scratch, shooting more and Sir Thomas More cum into my slit. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his chest, with my legs straddling his lap, his slam still stuck recondite inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the priming coat 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 net squeeze of tit and gumshoe, and headed off in unlike directions.

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

This became a bit of a weekend act for us for the quietus of that schoolhouse year, and into the future, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it to the arenaceous area behind blackberry bush Benny Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

Still pounding his cock 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 to a greater extent minutes I felt a sexual climax rip through my torso, causing my ramification to quiver. Brad exploded a minute or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my pass against his dresser while we caught our breath and enjoyed our orgasms.

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

Brad said,"make sense. I'm gon na miss the blaze of our weekends on blackberry Alfred Hawthorne, though."

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

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a match extra minutes with Brad squeezing my tits and me rubbing my hand up and down his irradiation through his knickers. Then we smiled at each other and went off in different directions. And that was the last clip Brad and I met on blackberry Alfred Hawthorne. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .