All characters are 18 . This is gratuitous fantasy.

I first saw her crossing Main St with her parents. It was Sunday and she was dressed for church - not like a little girl though, dress and knee socks, naw this one fancied herself a young lady and she was wearin a white blouse, buttoned up tight of course, and a long black skirt she kept fiddling with, trying to fold the waist up further to expose her sweet teenage legs. The slit in her skirt let me see a temptin glimpse of thigh through a long run in her pantyhose, and I had the idea she had made that run, and rotated that split, for that exact purpose.
As they passed in front of me I got a good look at the blouse pulled tight against her small teenage tits. She had a cute face, no makeup for church of course, and long brown hair. They was headin to the church down the road and lucky that day I was wearin passable church clothes, so I thought maybe I'd go say hello to the lord myself.
The parents were typical church types, blocky and round. They waddled slow down the street which gave me the opportunity to enjoy god's good creation in the form of that young girls round little ass. I imagined inspecting that ass up close, pulling the skirt until it split on the line of her crack, pulling her little panties aside and gettin me a taste.
They pulled up next to a store and the parents went inside. Providence indeed. I pulled out my cigarettes and put one in my mouth, walked up to her.
"Hey there gorgeous, got a light?"
She scrunched up her face all cute. "No. Smoking is gross."
"It sure is darlin. But sometimes you just want something dirty in your mouth, know what I mean?" I gave her my good smile. She made another face saying she didn't like me, but this time she didn't do it too good and I saw the smile she didn't smile.
"You goin to church?" She nodded and tried to look dismissive. "What's the matter, you don't like church?" She shrugged and tried to look bored. I laughed, "you got the devil in you girl?" Then she actually looked scared for a second!
"No!" She said too passionately for her own liking, and tried to put all her best faces on at once. These church girls, lord thank you for these girls.
"Well I'm goin to church too. Maybe I'll see you there." She didn't say anything. "Might even sit behind you. I'll be sure to say hello." Smiled again.
Another bratty teenage face and she turned away from me.
"Speakin of behind, when I was walkin behind you I saw you got a problem just here." I shot my hand up her skirt and ran my fingers up her exposed skin. It was just for a second but I felt goosebumps rise and got just the tiniest feel of that smoother skin up there.
She gasped and turned back around, hands smoothing down the skirt on her ass which pushed her tits out nicely. Her face went red all over and she struggled to speak. "You.. you..." I smiled and went into the store to buy matches, leaving her there blushing with her hands on her ass. Tipped my hat to the father on the way in. "Sir."
By the time I got out the store they was halfway to the church so I got my move on and managed to get there at the same time. Even held the door for the mother. "Ma'am."
"Thank you young man. Say thank you dear." She nudged her daughter and walked inside.
Their little daughter was still blushing and had a look on her face like she had a lot to think about. "Thanks." She mumbled as she went past.
"Welcome." I knew she'd welcome me, too. I'd got her confused and angry and horny in equal measure and she didn't know what do with it. She thought she was a lady well I'd show her what bein a lady is. I followed them into the dark vestibule of the church and as her father fumbled with the inner door I stepped up behind his daughter and put my hands on those luscious little tits.
Her nipples stiffened under my hands and her hands flew back as if to push me away, but they just landed flat on my thighs and didn't push. I felt her breath catch through her soft breasts. I whispered in her ear.
"You just stay quiet now." Then I stepped forward to help her myopic parents with the door and we all walked in like a happy family.
The doors were closed cos we was late and there was only one pew left to sit on at the back and I swear maybe the lord was smiling on me that day, cos it was separated in the middle by a wooden pillar. Well of course Mr and Mrs Church sat together, so she and I took our own seats, me making sure to sit next to that pillar.
I took one look at her scared face, her still-blushed cheeks and her excited breath and I got so hard so quickly she saw it rise up in my jeans. Her eyes went a little wider and her mouth opened a little more. As the priest began his sermon, I put my hand on her knee.
She wasn't surprised this time so she didn't gasp, but I was loving her already rhythmic little breaths. I wouldn't be surprised that even if I hadn't done what I did, she'd have creamed her panties by herself. But I did move my hand under her skirt, and I did put my hand on her virgin pussy like I owned it, and she came then and there. Suddenly her legs were wet and she let out a weird, stifled cry. Some heads turned a little so I cleared my throat and they turned back around.
Through her panties I gripped her lips hard and pressed my thumb against her clit. She didn't have the breath to make a noise and I leaned over and said nastily "I told you to be quiet." She whimpered a little. "Well now maybe this will keep you quiet."
I popped my fly and my cock sprang out like it was hungry. She whimpered again as I put my hand on her head and pulled it down to where I wanted it. I gave her a moment to realise what was coming with my dick pressed against her face and then I gripped her locks and pushed her down.
She didn't know what to do at first, she just choked a little, so I pulled her head back to give her a little air, then I pushed it down to take it away again. When my cock hit the back of her throat I felt her moan low. Swapping hands on her head I put my left down the back of her skirt, which was easier with the angle she was on now.
She was wet back there too, and I smoothly slid two fingers straight into her. This time I felt her moan in my balls it was so deep, like something primal was coming out of her. Well, it was. And it was going back in, and out, and in, I built a smooth rhythm and gently fucked her face, and she took it all without complaint. My fingers felt like they were swimming in oil as I jammed them into her, and my cock was being moaned on as it hit the back of her throat with each thrust.
Then everyone started rummaging for hymn books so I quickly yanked her head up into position and smoothed her hair. "Good girl." I whispered as I tucked my cock away. She had a stunned look on her face. Suddenly her father's head poked around the pillar.
"Do you have a hymnal dear?"
His daughter was too cockstruck to reply and didn't even turn her head. I showed him the pamphlet I'd found on the seat. "We can share, sir." His plump face nodded and disappeared.
"We'll share, won't we. Here, stand close to me so we can both read it." She stood and I pulled her partially in front of me like we was in a choir. "You just hold that where I can see it now."
The mass rose in a swell of voices as they began their dirge. She tried to join in, bless her. "That's right, you just sing like normal." I pulled her right in front of me and grabbed her buttocks with both hands, squeezing and pulling them apart. I could feel her skin sticking to itself and coming away wetly. With one hand I pulled her panties and hose right down under her knees and with the other I pulled my cock out again. It was still hungry.
I pushed it between her legs, between her lips, sliding it up to her little clit. She kept singing about Jesus but her voice went a little higher. I slapped her clit with the topside of my dick and she lost her voice, but kept mouthing the words. I moved my hips back and forth, sliding my shaft along the length of her pussy, back and forth, back and forth. Her hips began to push back reflexively and one hand went to her breast. I pulled all the way back and put the head of my cock at her tight little opening, and pushed just a little, just as the hymn began to end.
We sit with the rest of the parishioners. She leans over and slowly pulls up her panties and hose with a look of shame I thoroughly enjoy.
The priest begins another sermon, how long do these church meetings go for anyway? Well keep it comin Lord.
I put my hand on the back of her head again and she grabs my dick. "Wait." She whispers. "This is wrong. I'm a virgin and we aren't married!"
Making sure we aren't being watched I roughly grab her head and lick her mouth, pushing my hand between her legs and searching for her wetness. "That's ok girl, god only cares about one way, he don't care about this." And she seemed to nod as I pulled her head back down onto me, pushing it all the way down and holding it there for just a little while. Then I let her head go and put my rough hand down the back of her skirt again.
She was even wetter than before if such was possible. I put my hand all over her little pussy cos I liked the feel of it, smooth and delicate, and she worked my dick with her hand and sucked the top like she was sucking her mama's nipple, hungry like. She maybe was a virgin but she took way too quick to my cock for her to be a total stranger to them. These church girls.
I pushed my fingers into her a few times, gripping on her inside and pulling more wetness out of her, then I started running my fingers around her asshole. She started moaning on my dick again and I nearly gave it to her then and there but managed to hold off. I slipped one finger into her, let her grip on it a few times, then I pulled it out and started rubbing her pussy juice all over her ring. My other hand went back to controlling her mouth on my dick, and I slipped my finger back inside her. This time she gripped it once and then relaxed.
We built a little rhythm, her ass and her mouth, and she lost herself in its comfort, my dick down her throat like a pacifier taking her into a warm sleep. Each time my cock rubbed against her throat, each time my finger rubbed against her pussy through her ass, she'd make a little satisfied grunt in her chest. I coulda died then and there and been happy in hell. Unfortunately the priest didn't want to talk forever, and the congregation began to rise again for another hymn.
This time I didn't bother to smooth her hair down, and when I positioned her in front of me and pushed the hymnal back into her hands she moved like a helpful mannequin. I pushed her hose and panties back down and pressed my cock against her ass. As the voices of the choir and the congregation filled the church once more, I pushed the head just inside. She arched her back towards me a little and made a sound that could have been pleasure or pain.
I bit her ear and whispered "are you going to be a good girl?" And she pushed her ass down onto me. Her eyes closed with a wince but her mouth opened with a sigh, and her hips began to move a little.
By this time I knew I was pushing my luck so I just let go and started giving it to her hard. I was embedded deep, and each thrust was just a pulling back before returning to the same depth. I had one hand on her ass cheek and one on her tits, squeezing her nipples hard. She began to make louder noises so I closed her mouth and sealed it with my hand, and with the other I grabbed her waist and pulled her sharply against me. I felt her ass grip me and felt the scream she couldn't scream through my hand and she started shuddering, her hips bucking in their narrow frame of movement, and I felt my orgasm come up from behind my ass and shoot into her. I felt every one of her shudders as my cock throbbed load after load into her, pulsing like a pierced artery. Still coming, I pulled out of her, and pushing her away a little I came on her buttocks, and on her asshole, and on her pink pussy until finally I was empty.
Hallelujah! I thanked the lord as I caught my breath, rubbing my quickly shrinking cock against her sopping asshole. She was still spasming, and I pushed myself against her again. Pulling my hand away from her mouth I whispered to her, "you're a very good girl." She was panting, her eyes nearly rolled into her head as she recovered. I swiped some come from her asshole and trailed it across her face, and with one hand I ripped open her blouse to expose her breasts and disarrayed bra.
"But you do have the devil in you."
She looked at me in shock as I moved past her and began walking out of the church. Even though the mass was still singing I heard her little wail as she realised the state she was in.
What can I say little girl? God moves in mysterious ways.
I ran.