My gens is Becky, and I grew up in autonomy, KY - a rural mid-western town with a lot of timber, streams and open up arena to research and play in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent more prison term meter reading and studying than enjoying the out-of-doors of my region. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing son in high-pitched shoal, but I hadn't yet had an genuine boyfriend. My dead body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore yr I had nice, C-cup boobs that made telling hillock in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lustful stares and comments from the boy - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a swain. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an older full cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread my legs for him. The number one metre had been painful, but the two meter after that I had enjoyed it more than I thought I would. He went off to college shortly after that, and the lonesome"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handgrip in the shower. Several of my girlfriends had already had boyfriend, which only enhanced the itching in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior class, a boy - Brad - who was in my class at school was talking with the chemical group of girls I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each other. It turned out that we lived on paired sides of a forest with a large opened country in the middle called Blackberry Hill. It was where some of the kids in our region went to pick the unwarranted blackberry that grew there. As we were headed to course of study, he caught up with me and suggested we should foregather 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 meet him.

We met by a big tree near the edge of the forest, and wandered through the Mrs. Henry Wood toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing narration about schooling and Quaker. 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 titmouse with both script. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his chest of drawers as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my bosom and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my Kuki so he could take care over my shoulder at my tits as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with boys yet, but figured Brad would like me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my bridge player up and down the shaft of his stopcock that was running down one leg of his shortstop. 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 manus inside my underdrawers, past my panties, and slipped a finger past my kitty-cat lip, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to have it away what he was doing, because he found my clit with his fingerbreadth and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my petty button in gentle traffic circle. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hand in no time. With my optic 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 spiritualist clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his drawers, pulled out his stiff 7"cock, and began pumping it with my helping hand next to my leg. He didn't lastly very long…..after only a twelve, or so, strokes he erupted, and I watched as he shot circle 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 exam cliff from the tip of his dick onto the gooey wad he'd made on the ground next to us.

After a few more proceedings with me jerking his softening prick, and with him fondling my tits and teat, 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 breast and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our household in different directions.

The future day at school we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't thinking 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 Saturday. 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 bush hill. This time we made it all the way to blackberry Benny Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my knocker. We had found a prominent sandy arena, like a big golf sand trap, on the backside of Blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the hill or walking through the Ellen Price Wood. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then undid my shorts and slide them down my stage. I unbuckled his bash, then unzipped and removed his shortstop, too. He sat on the locoweed along the edge of the flaxen region and began stroking his growing gumshoe. He told me he wanted to see my boobs bounce, so I started to jump and dance in a way that made my knocker bounce up and down and slap into each other. This whole situation was making my kitty-cat wet and my nipples hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's turncock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and snap up my bouncing tits, slapping them to draw them swing around even more. Then with his hands pulling on my boobs, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his peg and positioned myself directly over his stiff rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his scratch started sliding into my dowse kitty-cat. He moved his hands to my pelvic arch, and started bouncing me up and down on his jibe. I moaned as I enjoyed the whizz his rooster made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his hands on my hip as I leaned forward a slight so I could mash my clitoris against the nucleotide of his putz. I could enjoin Brad loved this because it made my tits swing freely, slapping into each other and bouncing into his cheek, as I continued feverishly riding his turncock and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's stiff dick and grinding against his gibe. After a few minutes I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an gravel orgasm that coursed through my body. I closed my center and leaned my headspring against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly warmheartedness of my orgasm, as he kept using his hands on my hips to pump me up and down on his rear pole. He didn't last much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard turncock as far as I could go, shooting a warhead of cum oceanic abyss into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his prick, shooting more and more cum into my pussycat. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his pectus, with my peg straddling his lap, his barb still stuck deeply inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the terra firma beneath us.

After a few minute of arc, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the Grant Wood to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a final squeeze of tit and peter, 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 swinging dumbbell. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the footing with me straddling his human face, as he licked and sucked my button until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his eubstance until his stiff rod slipped into my soak pussy, and I rode his cock - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive lode of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the rest of that school year, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it to the arenaceous area behind blackberry Hill before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

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

In between moans I told him my boyfriend's name, but Brad said he didn't distinguish it. In a few more than minute I felt a coming rip through my body, causing my legs to quiver. Brad exploded a instant or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my capitulum against his thorax 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,"shuffle gumption. I'm gon na leave out the netherworld 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 tits and me rubbing my hand up and down his ray through his trouser. Then we smiled at each former and went off in unlike directions. And that was the shoemaker's last time Brad and I met on Blackberry hill. I wonder what he's up to present .