My name is Becky, and I grew up in familiarity, KY - a rural mid-western townspeople with a lot of timber, streams and open fields to explore and play in. I was a bit of a nerd as a youngster, so spent Thomas More metre reading material and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my region. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing son in high schoolhouse, but I hadn't yet had an existent boyfriend. My soundbox was developing quickly, though….by sophomore twelvemonth I had nice, C-cup boobs that made impressive mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and input from the boys - and some instructor - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a fellow. Technically, I wasn't a Virgo, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to spread my peg for him. The first meter 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 lonesome"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 form at schoolhouse was talking with the grouping 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 opposite face of a forest with a large assailable expanse in the heart called blackberry Hill. It was where some of the shaver in our neighborhood went to pick the fantastic blackberry that grew there. As we were headed to course, he caught up with me and suggested we should contact 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 fit him.

We met by a big Tree near the sharpness of the woods, and wandered through the woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about school day and friends. About 10 bit into our walkway, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my pap with both hired hand. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my head back on his thorax as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minutes, he slipped his deal under my shirt and continued fondling my bosom and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my chin so he could seem over my articulatio humeri at my tits as he played with them.

I wasn't all that experienced with son yet, but figured Brad would like me to rub his dick, so I reached behind me and ran my hand up and down the shaft of his stopcock that was running down one leg of his shorts. He moaned and spread his pegleg slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his shorts. Then Brad released one of my tits, and shoved his manus inside my shorts, past my step-in, and slipped a finger past my puss lips, and into my vagina, rubbing my button along the way. He seemed to do it what he was doing, because he found my clitoris with his finger's breadth and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my little clit in mollify circles. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hired hand in no clip. With my eyes closed and my forefront leaning against his chest behind me, he held me up as my legs wobbled from my climax.

As Brad slipped his fingers past my sensitive clit, and slowly slid them in and out of my dripping wet pussy, I reached behind me, unzipped his underdrawers, pulled out his firm 7"cock, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't in conclusion very long…..after only a dozen, or so, throw 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 sack was empty-bellied, and I shook the final pearl from the tip of his cock onto the gooey mess he'd made on the dry land next to us.

After a few Sir Thomas More mo with me jerking his softening shaft, and with him fondling my tits and tit, 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 concluding squeeze of my pap and pat on his peter, we headed off to our family in different directions.

The adjacent 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 pitcher's mound 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 time we made it all the way to Blackberry Hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my knocker. We had found a declamatory sandy domain, like a big golf game guts lying in wait, on the tail of blackberry bush Benny 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 underdrawers and slid them down my legs. I unbuckled his belted ammunition, then unzipped and removed his shorts, too. He sat on the grass along the bound of the sandy surface area and began stroking his growing peter. He told me he wanted to see my boob bounciness, so I started to jump out and trip the light fantastic toe in a way that made my knocker bounce up and down and slap into each other. This totally state of affairs was making my twat wet and my mammilla hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and grabbed my bouncing tits, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his hands pulling on my boobs, he guided me toward him so that I straddled his legs and positioned myself directly over his cadaver rod. Once there, I lowered myself until his putz started sliding into my drenched pussy. He moved his custody to my pelvic arch, and started bouncing me up and down on his gibe. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his prick made sliding in and out of my twat. Brad kept his manus on my rosehip as I leaned forward a piffling so I could bray my clitoris against the home of his gumshoe. I could tell Brad loved this because it made my knocker swing freely, slapping into each former and bouncing into his face, as I continued feverishly riding his turncock and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm edifice as I continued riding Brad's stiff dick and grinding against his shaft. After a few minutes I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an perplex coming that coursed through my eubstance. I closed my optic and leaned my headway against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly fondness of my climax, as he kept using his hands on my hip joint to pump me up and down on his erect pole. He didn't hold out much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his surd tool as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum deep into my twat. 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 pass against his chest, with my legs straddling his lap, his shaft still stuck cryptical inside my kitty - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the ground beneath us.

After a few moment, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood 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 time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swinging breast. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the ground with me straddling his fount, as he licked and sucked my clitoris until I creamed all over his fount. Afterwards, I slid down his eubstance until his stiff rod slipped into my drenched twat, and I rode his turncock - with my tits slapping him in the boldness - until he blasted a massive load of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the repose of that schooling year, and into the next, whenever weather permitted. most times we made it to the sandy area behind Blackberry Hill before removing dress, sucking, stroking and fucking.

About the heart of our senior class, as I was again straddling Brad's rose hip - bouncing up and down on his hammer, while he slapped and massaged my swaying boobs - 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 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 greet it. In a few more minutes I felt a climax rip through my soundbox, causing my legs to flicker. Brad exploded a bit 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,"make sense. I'm gon na miss the inferno 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 couple supernumerary bit with Brad squeezing my breast and me rubbing my hand up and down his cock 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 nowadays .