When my mother told me that I'd be attending my niece's confirmation, I agreed to drive her and attend. After all, who doesn't want to make their mother happy? Of course, I wasn't exactly looking forward to it. This was a Catholic service we were to be attending, after all, and nobody likes to revel in protracted ceremony like the Catholics. We arrived early, there was a reception for the confirmees-to-be and their families, and it would be about an hour before we'd be taking our positions in the pews.
I mingled for about fifteen minutes, admiring some of the cuties in their crimson red confirmation robes. There were some really smokin' young girls here, all 18 or near to it. My niece, Stacey, came over with her friend Hannah in tow.
Hannah is a short little thing with straight blond hair almost always as it was today pulled into a bun on the back of her head. She and Stacey were on the swim and cheer teams together, and she came around to quite a few family events as well. She had a tight little body, with cute little mounds for titties and a pert, firm ass.
Her face was always tanned, and she had a spray of freckles across her nose and cheeks. Here eyes were big and milk dud brown, and perhaps her most charming feature was that she always had a smile on her face.
Though not this morning. This morning she seemed a bit sulky. But it was none of my concern. I nodded to the girls, then excused myself to go outside. The sun was shining. It was a beautiful spring day, and I planned to get some sun on my face before being cooped up in church with a bunch of chanting bible thumpers for hours on end.
Plus, I had a joint in my pocket. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it stoned. So I slipped out the exit of the sanctuary and found myself alone behind the church overlooking a small ravine. The sun was warm and a slight breeze brought the smells of blooming spring to my nose. It was all very pastoral. I lit the joint I'd brought and took a good, long drag. I settled in on a stone window ledge and proceeded to enjoy myself and the morning.
I'd been daydreaming and toking for about 15 minutes when I heard the door open again. Out walked Hannah, still in her red gown. Isn't that what this ceremony was all about? Growing up and becoming an adult? I don't think smoking pot is what the priests inside had in mind, but if she's interested she may as well pick up the habit from a friend.
Then Hannah put her head on my shoulder. I started, then figured it was friendly enough. I put my arm around her shoulders. Then she lifted her head and started kissing my neck.
What the fuck, I thought to myself. What's a little pre-church make out session between friends? I lifted her lips to mine, and soon we had tongues buried in each other's mouths. I ran my hand down her silky confirmation gown, groping her ripe young tits through the fabric. She moaned in my mouth, running her hand up my thigh to the boner I'd developed in my jeans.
Ok, so this is going to be a little more than a make out session. I unzipped my fly and pulled my cock out. I expected a gasp or some other expression of shock from Hannah at how this went from a quick smoke out behind the church to sex, but I got nothing of the sort. Instead Hannah buried her blond head in my lap, taking my cock deep in her mouth. Hannah didn't have much in the way of technique, but she more than made up for it in enthusiasm.
It was a nice, slobbery blow job. I guided her head with one hand on the bun of her hair. She looked up at me, drool cascading from her lower lip as she continued to stroke my cock. She stood up and turned around. I helped her tuck the hem of her gown into the collar, exposing her back side. I yanked down her slacks, then the thong she was wearing, and rubbed my cock - still slick with her spit - up and down her ass crack.
She shuddered, putting a hand under the front of her gown and her shirt to rub one of her breasts. I threw my head back and laughed, and she broke into a giggle herself. Then I ran my cock up and down her wet slit, applying steady pressure to work my way in.
Well then spin around honey, this needs to be more intimate. I positioned my cock at the entrance to her sex and held it there. It turned out she was so wet and turned on that slipping into her virgin pussy was no problem at all.
There was one little bit of resistance, but she grunted and pushed down and then I was buried in her all the way up to my balls. Then she pulled back and pulled her shirt and gown off throwing them on the grass. She hadn't been wearing a bra. Her breasts were little mounds on her slender chest.
Anyone coming around the corner would see me sitting on a window ledge with my cock buried in a stoned, naked teenager.
But I didn't care. The sun was warm, the breeze was cool and fragrant, and this girl was hot for me. Slowly, she began to bounce on my cock. I put my hands on her hips, helping her thrust. Soon the only word to describe what we were doing was fucking. She said it over and over again, turning it into a chant. The pot was playing tricks with my perception of time.
Part of me was afraid of someone walking out the back door and catching us any moment, but only a small part. The rest of me was enraptured with this young beauty riding my cock. She had my cock buried in her as far it would go, and she squirmed around has her throbbing pussy milked my dick.
I couldn't last any longer. Her pussy continued to throb on my cock, and soon I was filling her little pussy with my semen. She lifted her head, arms still around my neck, and we made out as my cock spasmed inside her. Soon our orgasms subsided. I broke off the kiss. She pulled her thong on, and the crotch of it darkened as soon as it touched her come-soaked twat.
She was dressed, and I was just about to tuck my cock into my pants, when she came over and grabbed it. I gave her a swat on the ass as she walked away down the side of the building. Just before turning the corner she waved. Then she was gone, which was good because just then Hannah's mom came out of the church.
My pants were still undone though thankfully by then my cock was put away. My shirt was wrinkled and un-tucked.
My hair was disheveled. What would your mother say? She picked up the joint, and I hurriedly started putting myself back together. She was looking at it, then asked "Got a light? Maybe this would end well. I pulled out my lighter and gave the lady a flame.
Soon she was puffing away. She looked a lot like Hannah. Same height and hair, though her breasts were a lot bigger. To her I just shrugged, staying quiet. She had big, brown ones just like her daughter's. And freckles too, on a sun-kissed face.
She'd already laid the joint down, and was hiking her skirt up. She had a thong on. Like mother like daughter.