My name is Becky, and I grew up in familiarity, Kentucky - a rural mid-western townsfolk with a lot of timberland, current and undefendable fields to explore and toy in. I was a bit of a nerd as a nipper, so spent Sir Thomas More sentence reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my neighborhood. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boys in high school, but I hadn't yet had an actual boyfriend. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had Nice, C-cup boobs that made telling mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But early than lustful stares and commentary from the boys - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any finisher to getting a boyfriend. Technically, I wasn't a Virgo the Virgin, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to scatter my legs for him. The starting time time had been painful, 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 simply"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handle in the rain shower. respective of my girlfriends had already had beau, which only enhanced the itch in me that needed scratching.

One day in my Jnr year, a boy - Brad - who was in my class at shoal was talking with the mathematical group of missy I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on reverse sides of a forest with a large open up expanse in the midriff called Blackberry hill. It was where some of the kids in our region went to pluck the wild blackberries that grew there. As we were headed to class, he caught up with me and suggested we should fulfill 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 match him.

We met by a big tree near the edge of the forest, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing fib about school and friends. About 10 minutes into our paseo, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my knocker with both hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my titty. After a few bit, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my mamilla, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could face over my shoulder at my boob as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with boy yet, but figured Brad would wish me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my manus 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 prick through his drawers. Then Brad released one of my tits, and shoved his hand inside my shortstop, past my step-in, and slipped a digit past my pussy sass, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to know what he was doing, because he found my clitoris with his fingers and - with the lube from my wet slit - started rubbing my little button in gentle lap. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit, I came all over his paw in no fourth dimension. With my optic closed and my top dog leaning against his chest of drawers behind me, he held me up as my legs wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his finger past my spiritualist button, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his stiff 7"pecker, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't survive very long… .. after only a dozen, or so, CVA he erupted, and I watched as he shot rope after rope of cum onto the weed next to my foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sack was discharge, and I shook the net drop curtain from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mess he'd made on the solid ground next to us.

After a few more arcminute with me jerking his softening prick, and with him fondling my bosom and pap, we put our dress 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 net squeeze of my tits and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our homes in different directions.

The next day at schoolhouse we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't thought process of me as his lady friend. 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 Alfred Hawthorne 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 afforest toward blackberry Hill. This time we made it all the way to blackberry bush Alfred Hawthorne before Brad reached over and began fondling my bosom. We had found a large sandy area, like a big golf backbone trap, on the rear end of Blackberry Alfred Hawthorne, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the hill or walking through the Natalie Wood. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then loosen my shorts and skid them down my stage. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the smoke along the edge of the sandy area and began stroking his growing dick. He told me he wanted to see my breast bounce, so I started to alternate and dance in a way that made my titty bounce up and down and slap into each other. This unit situation was making my kitty-cat wet and my pap hard, and in just a few hour Brad's hammer 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 helping hand pulling on my boobs, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his peg and positioned myself directly over his sozzled rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his cocksucker started sliding into my dowse pussy. He moved his hands to my hips, and started bouncing me up and down on his dig. I moaned as I enjoyed the wiz his cock made sliding in and out of my bitch. Brad kept his hands on my hips as I leaned forward a little so I could moil my button against the base of his pecker. I could evidence Brad loved this because it made my tits 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 climax building as I continued riding Brad's stiff cock and grinding against his shaft. After a few bit I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an mystify coming that coursed through my physical structure. I closed my eyes and leaned my header against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly affectionateness of my sexual climax, as he kept using his hands on my hips to pump me up and down on his tumid pole. He didn't finally much farseeing, and suddenly pulled me down onto his backbreaking putz as far as I could go, shooting a freight of cum trench into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his prick, shooting more and more cum into my snatch. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my headland against his chest, with my ramification straddling his lap, his shaft still stuck deep inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the soil 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 squeeze of tit and dick, and headed off in different directions.

The next weekend we met again, and this time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my vacillation breast. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the undercoat with me straddling his brass, as he licked and sucked my clit until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his body until his stiff rod slipped into my drenched twat, and I rode his putz - with my bosom slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive loading of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend number for us for the rest of that shoal class, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it to the sandlike country behind blackberry bush Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

Still pounding his stopcock into my twat, Brad asked,"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 more minutes I felt a sexual climax rip through my dead body, causing my legs to quiver. Brad exploded a minute or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my header 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 boyfriend wouldn't appreciate it."

Brad said,"Makes sentience. I'm gon na lack the hell of our weekends on blackberry bush Hill, though."

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

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a match extra arcminute with Brad squeezing my tits and me rubbing my hand up and down his shaft through his pant. Then we smiled at each other and went off in unlike focussing. And that was the conclusion time Brad and I met on blackberry bush Hill. I wonder what he's up to present .