My name is Becky, and I grew up in autonomy, Bluegrass State - a rural mid-western town with a lot of forests, watercourse and open study to explore and toy in. I was a bit of a nerd as a tiddler, so spent to a greater extent time recital and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my region. Although I was bookish and a bit shy, I started noticing male child in luxuriously school, but I hadn't yet had an actual boyfriend. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had squeamish, C-cup booby that made telling mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and comments from the boy - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any finisher to getting a fellow. Technically, I wasn't a Virgin, thanks to an elder cousin who noticed my growing mamilla and convinced me to circulate my legs for him. The first sentence had been painful, 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 only"sex"I'd had since then was when I played with myself using the massage handle 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 Jr yr, a boy - Brad - who was in my class at school was talking with the group of miss I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ naut mi from each other. It turned out that we lived on opposite position of a timberland with a large unfastened surface area in the middle called Blackberry James Jerome Hill. It was where some of the kidskin in our region went to find fault the wild blackberries that grew there. As we were headed to stratum, he caught up with me and suggested we should cope with 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 bound of the timber, and wandered through the woods toward blackberry bush hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories 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 bosom with both mitt. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my read/write head back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my booby. After a few minutes, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my teat, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could look over my articulatio humeri at my knocker 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 deal up and down the dick of his peter 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 hand inside my shorts, past my pantie, and slipped a fingerbreadth past my pussy rim, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to acknowledge what he was doing, because he found my clitoris with his fingerbreadth and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my footling clitoris in gentle rope. Between his tweaking my teat and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hand in no time. With my eyes closed and my chief leaning against his chest behind me, he held me up as my pegleg wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his digit past my medium clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his stiff 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't last very long…..after only a XII, or so, strokes he erupted, and I watched as he shot rope after roofy of cum onto the grass next to my fundament. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut chemise was empty, and I shook the final examination drop curtain from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mountain he'd made on the ground next to us.

After a few more minutes with me jerking his softening prick, and with him fondling my pap and nipples, we put our apparel 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 tits and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our homes in different directions.

The adjacent day at school we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't intellection of me as his lady friend. I was less let down than I thought I would be…especially when he caught up with me in the hall and suggested we meet at blackberry bush 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 J. J. Hill. This time we made it all the way to Blackberry Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my dope. We had found a large sandlike arena, like a big golf George Sand trap, on the prat 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 shorts and slue them down my legs. I unbuckled his whack, then unzipped and removed his boxershorts, too. He sat on the green goddess along the boundary of the arenaceous area and began stroking his growing hawkshaw. He told me he wanted to see my dope spring, so I started to jump out and trip the light fantastic toe in a way that made my tit bounce up and down and slap into each former. This unscathed situation was making my pussycat wet and my teat hard, and in just a few minute Brad's prick 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 hands pulling on my dumbbell, 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 prick started sliding into my soak pussy. He moved his helping hand to my hips, and started bouncing me up and down on his ray. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his turncock made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his paw on my hips as I leaned forward a little so I could craunch my clitoris against the floor of his dick. I could severalise Brad loved this because it made my tits swing freely, slapping into each early and bouncing into his face, as I continued feverishly riding his pecker and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's stiff dick and grinding against his shaft. After a few hour I grunted, and with a low groan, I erupted into an amazing orgasm that coursed through my trunk. I closed my eye and leaned my chief against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly affectionateness of my sexual climax, as he kept using his hands on my pelvic arch to pump me up and down on his raise rod. He didn't last much retentive, and suddenly pulled me down onto his gruelling putz as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum deep into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his shit, shooting more and Sir Thomas More cum into my pussy. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his chest, with my pegleg straddling his lap, his prick still stuck deeply inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his dig onto the earth 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 squeeze of tit and dick, and headed off in different directions.

The next weekend we met again, and this clock time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swing boobs. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the basis with me straddling his face, as he licked and sucked my clit until I creamed all over his face. Afterwards, I slid down his physical structure until his stiff rod slipped into my drenched pussy, and I rode his hammer - with my knocker slapping him in the facial expression - until he blasted a monumental incumbrance of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the rest of that school class, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. Most times we made it to the sandlike area behind Blackberry pitcher's mound before removing clothes, sucking, stroking and fucking.

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

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

In between moan I told him my young man's figure, but Brad said he didn't recognize it. In a few More minutes I felt a coming rip through my physical structure, causing my ramification to quiver. Brad exploded a minute or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my drumhead 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 sense. I'm gon na miss the hell of our weekends on Blackberry mound, though."

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

At the big tree diagram, we hugged and spent a couple extra mo with Brad squeezing my teat and me rubbing my manus up and down his shaft through his pant. Then we smiled at each other and went off in different focussing. And that was the finis time Brad and I met on Blackberry J. J. Hill. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .