My name is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, Bluegrass State - a rural mid-western town with a lot of woodland, stream and open fields to explore and toy in. I was a bit of a wonk as a youngster, so spent more than fourth dimension reading material and studying than enjoying the open air of my locality. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boys in gamy schooling, but I hadn't yet had an actual beau. My torso was developing quickly, though….by sophomore yr I had nice, C-cup boobs that made telling hill in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But other than lewd stares and commentary from the boy - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any finisher to getting a boyfriend. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing mammilla and convinced me to spread my legs for him. The initiative meter had been sore, 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 only"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 itching in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior class, a boy - Brad - who was in my division at schoolhouse was talking with the group of fille I was standing with, and we figured out that we lived about ½ mile from each former. It turned out that we lived on opposite sides of a wood with a prominent heart-to-heart sphere in the middle called Blackberry Hill. It was where some of the shaver in our neighborhood went to pick the wild blackberry bush that grew there. As we were headed to class, 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 woods toward Blackberry Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing history about school day and admirer. About 10 arcminute 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 hired man. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my principal back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my boobs. After a few minute of arc, he slipped his workforce under my shirt and continued fondling my bosom and gently pinching my nipples, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my mentum so he could expect over my articulatio humeri at my breast 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 hand up and down the shaft of his tool that was running down one leg of his shorts. He moaned and spread his ramification slightly as I kept kneading his prick through his shorts. Then Brad released one of my bosom, and shoved his hand inside my short, past my panties, and slipped a finger past my pussy lips, and into my vagina, rubbing my clitoris along the way. He seemed to know what he was doing, because he found my button with his fingerbreadth and - with the lube from my wet pussy - started rubbing my piffling release in blue circles. Between his tweaking my pap and rubbing my clit, I came all over his hand in no sentence. With my eyes closed and my head leaning against his dresser 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 snatch, I reached behind me, unzipped his shorts, pulled out his loaded 7"cock, and began pumping it with my deal next to my leg. He didn't final stage very long…..after only a 12, or so, strokes he erupted, and I watched as he shot roach after rope of cum onto the Grass next to my animal foot. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut sack was empty, and I shook the final bead from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mess 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 bosom and nipples, 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 terminal squeezing of my tits and pat on his putz, we headed off to our homes in different directions.

The next day at school we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't cerebration 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 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 wood toward blackberry bush 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 enceinte sandy area, like a big golf sand ambuscade, on the backside of Blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the pitcher's mound or walking through the woods. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then loosen my shorts and slue them down my legs. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his short pants, too. He sat on the grass along the border of the flaxen country and began stroking his growing dick. He told me he wanted to see my boobs leaping, so I started to jump and dance in a way that made my tits jounce up and down and slap into each former. This whole berth was making my pussy wet and my mamilla hard, and in just a few minutes Brad's cock was standing straight up, fully erect.

Brad reached up and catch my bouncing breast, slapping them to make them swing around even more. Then with his handwriting pulling on my boobs, 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 prick started sliding into my drenched pussy. He moved his handwriting to my pelvic girdle, and started bouncing me up and down on his quill. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his cock made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his hands on my hip joint as I leaned forward a little so I could drudge my clitoris against the radical of his dick. I could severalise Brad loved this because it made my boob swing freely, slapping into each early and bouncing into his case, as I continued feverishly riding his cock and grinding my clit.

I could experience 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 awe-inspiring sexual climax that coursed through my physical structure. I closed my eyes and leaned my drumhead against Brad's pectus, enjoying the tingly lovingness of my climax, as he kept using his hands on my rosehip to pump me up and down on his erect pole. He didn't last much longer, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard cock as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum deep into my slit. He continued slamming me up and down on his incision, shooting more and Thomas More cum into my pussy. When he was finally finished emptying his onus inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his chest, with my legs straddling his lap, his shaft of light still stuck deep inside my pussy - as jizzm leaked out from around his gibe onto the basis beneath us.

After a few min, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the Wood to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a final examination squeeze of tit and hawkshaw, and headed off in dissimilar directions.

The future weekend we met again, and this clock time Brad fucked me from behind, doggystyle, while he reached underneath me and fondled my swinging boobs. The weekend after that, Brad lay on the ground with me straddling his facial expression, 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 pussy, and I rode his cock - with my tits slapping him in the face - until he blasted a massive load of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend bit for us for the residuum of that school 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 midriff of our senior class, as I was again straddling Brad's hips - bouncing up and down on his cock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying boobs - 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 cunt, Brad asked,"Good for you ! Anyone I know ?"

In between moans I told him my boyfriend's figure, but Brad said he didn't greet it. In a few more minutes I felt a flood tide rip through my body, causing my branch to flutter. Brad exploded a bit or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my point against his chest while we caught our breathing spell and enjoyed our orgasms.

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

Brad said,"make common sense. I'm gon na miss the snake pit of our weekends on Blackberry Hill, though."

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

At the big tree diagram, we hugged and spent a twain redundant minutes with Brad squeezing my pap and me rubbing my bridge player up and down his shaft through his knickers. Then we smiled at each other and went off in different guidance. And that was the last time Brad and I met on blackberry Hill. I wonder what he's up to nowadays .