My epithet is Becky, and I grew up in Liberty, KY - a rural mid-western town with a lot of woods, current and open fields to explore and encounter in. I was a bit of a dweeb as a youngster, so spent more time reading and studying than enjoying the outdoors of my neighborhood. Although I was studious and a bit shy, I started noticing boys in mellow schooltime, but I hadn't yet had an factual beau. My body was developing quickly, though….by sophomore year I had nice, C-cup dope that made impressive mounds in my blouses and jiggled when I walked. But former than lewd stares and gossip from the son - and some teachers - I didn't seem to be moving any closer to getting a beau. Technically, I wasn't a virgin, thanks to an older cousin who noticed my growing tits and convinced me to distribute my legs for him. The first clip had been painful, but the two multiplication 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. various of my girlfriends had already had boyfriends, which only enhanced the scabies in me that needed scratching.

One day in my junior class, a boy - Brad - who was in my form at school was talking with the 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 opposite sides of a timber with a large undefended area in the eye called blackberry bush James Jerome 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 course of study, he caught up with me and suggested we should fill there on Sat just for the heck of it. It wasn't what I'd normally do on a Sabbatum good afternoon, but decided…why not… and agreed to see him.

We met by a big tree diagram near the edge of the woods, and wandered through the Sir Henry Joseph Wood toward Blackberry James Jerome Hill. As we walked, we talked and laughed, sharing stories about schooltime and friends. About 10 mo into our walk, Brad slowed down and as I walked past him, he stepped behind me, then reached around and grabbed my tits with both hands. I was surprised, but not totally disappointed….so, I laid my headland back on his chest as he massaged and squeezed my bosom. After a few minute, he slipped his hands under my shirt and continued fondling my breasts and gently pinching my pap, eventually pushing my shirt and bra up to my Kuki so he could look 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 hand up and down the shaft of his putz 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 bridge player inside my shorts, past my panties, and slipped a finger past my pussy lip, and into my vagina, rubbing my clit along the way. He seemed to know what he was doing, because he found my clit with his digit and - with the lube from my wet pussycat - started rubbing my little button in blue-blooded circles. Between his tweaking my nipples and rubbing my button, I came all over his mitt in no time. With my eyes closed and my top dog 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 cunt, I reached behind me, unzipped his short pants, pulled out his stiff 7"rooster, and began pumping it with my hand next to my leg. He didn't hold out very long…..after only a twelve, or so, strokes he erupted, and I watched as he shot rope after Mexican valium of cum onto the grass next to my understructure. It seemed endless, but eventually his nut dismissal was vacuous, and I shook the final pearl from the tip of his dick onto the gooey mass 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 tits and tit, we put our clothes back together and started walking back the way we had come. At the big tree diagram we chatted some more, then with a final liquidity crisis of my breast and pat on his shaft, we headed off to our homes in different directions.

The next day at schooltime we were friendly, but it was pretty obvious that Brad wasn't thinking of me as his girlfriend. I was less disappoint 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 Sabbatum. 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 woods toward blackberry Alfred Hawthorne. This time we made it all the way to Blackberry hill before Brad reached over and began fondling my boobs. We had found a large flaxen area, like a big golf sand yap, on the backside of Blackberry Hill, which was perfect for us, as it made us virtually hidden to anyone on the James Jerome Hill or walking through the Natalie Wood. Brad pulled my shirt and bra off, then undid my shorts and skid them down my peg. I unbuckled his belt, then unzipped and removed his trunks, too. He sat on the eatage along the edge of the sandy area and began stroking his growing peter. He told me he wanted to see my boobs bounce, so I started to pass over and dance in a way that made my mamilla bounce up and down and slap into each former. This altogether spot was making my pussy wet and my mamilla hard, and in just a few minute 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 breast, 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 pricking started sliding into my douse pussy. He moved his hands to my hip joint, and started bouncing me up and down on his ray of light. I moaned as I enjoyed the sensations his cock made sliding in and out of my cunt. Brad kept his hands on my hips as I leaned forward a slight so I could mash my clitoris against the floor of his putz. I could tell Brad loved this because it made my pap swing freely, slapping into each former and bouncing into his aspect, as I continued feverishly riding his rooster and grinding my clit.

I could feel an orgasm building as I continued riding Brad's soused dick and grinding against his beam. After a few bit I grunted, and with a low moan, I erupted into an amazing orgasm that coursed through my body. I closed my heart and leaned my head word against Brad's chest, enjoying the tingly warmth of my climax, as he kept using his manpower on my hips to pump me up and down on his set up pole. He didn't last much thirster, and suddenly pulled me down onto his hard cock as far as I could go, shooting a load of cum deep into my cunt. He continued slamming me up and down on his bastard, shooting more and more cum into my puss. When he was finally finished emptying his load inside me, we sat like that - me leaning my head against his chest, with my peg straddling his lap, his gibe still stuck bass inside my cunt - as jizzm leaked out from around his shaft onto the ground beneath us.

After a few second, we collected ourselves, got dressed and walked back through the wood to the big tree, where we, again, grabbed a final squeeze of tit and dick, and headed off in different directions.

The succeeding weekend we met again, and this meter 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 face, as he licked and sucked my clit until I creamed all over his grimace. Afterwards, I slid down his body until his corpse rod slipped into my dowse twat, and I rode his cock - with my bosom slapping him in the case - until he blasted a monumental lode of cum inside me.

This became a bit of a weekend routine for us for the quietus of that schoolhouse yr, and into the side by side, whenever weather permitted. virtually times we made it to the sandy sphere behind Blackberry Benny Hill before removing apparel, sucking, stroking and fucking.

About the heart of our senior yr, as I was again straddling Brad's pelvis - bouncing up and down on his cock, while he slapped and massaged my swaying goof - 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 slit, Brad asked,"goodness for you ! Anyone I know ?"

In between groan I told him my young man's name, but Brad said he didn't tell apart it. In a few more minutes I felt a orgasm rip through my body, causing my wooden leg to quiver. Brad exploded a minute or two later, and we again stayed like that, with my head against his thorax while we caught our breathing time 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 Alfred Hawthorne, though."

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

At the big tree, we hugged and spent a couple duplicate minutes with Brad squeezing my pap and me rubbing my hand up and down his shot through his pants. Then we smiled at each former and went off in different management. And that was the last sentence Brad and I met on Blackberry Hill. I wonder what he's up to present .