Sacrilege Chapter 1

For some reason unbeknownst to me my name has been stripped from my stories. I am reposting them so they are back under my name. Additionally I have made some minor tweaks along the way.
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I was in the back of the church van headed for an all night event we affectionately referred to as a “lock in.” Next to me was my friend Ashley, a very pretty, very friendly fourteen year old girl. It was attractive, peppy girls like her that filled the youth group of the church and made the whole concept much more appealing to me.

For this slumber party-like event she was dressed comfortably in a tight white tee and small pink cotton shorts that have the name of the youth group written across the back. It was impossible to read the lettering without admiring her very shapely albeit slightly disproportionately large ass. We were laughing and playing with the other kids in the van, jumping around and poking and tickling. Nothing that couldn’t be interpreted as completely innocent was going on. That was until she leaned over the seat in front of us to look at some pictures another girl, Jamie, was showing. I was staring at Ashley’s tight pink shorts that seemed to be painted on her ass; the white thong underneath was readily visible. All her jumping about had caused the shorts to ride up into her crack and the definition of her ass was incredible. The bottom of her cheeks was barely visible, peeking out from the bottom pink shorts making it seem so dirty. The degree that she was bent made it obvious that the crease wasn’t just in her ass but also slightly in her pussy also. She had the type of ass common to the black girls in the school. It was very full yet obviously tight and firm. I want so much to grab her cheeks or run a hand up her crack.

The writing across her ass slightly distracts me for a moment, “Crusaders of Christ.” It’s laughable to me that the church would allow clothes like this for sale, but the girls of the group were so innocently excited about having a hand in church apparel no one gave them a hard time. Anyone in a position to pose any objections was far too conservative and trusting of their children to entertain the idea of any of us being lewd or lustful.

As the van turned, she laughingly fell into my lap. I wasn’t even fully aware that I was partially hard until I felt my dick smashed up against that divine ass of hers. I wondered somewhat nervously if she felt my dick up against her, it was so unmistakable to me. In my nervousness, I quickly attempted to make a joke.

“Are you trying to crush me?” I didn’t really consider any female driven weight implications that accompany a statement like that. Not like the little 5’3″ 110 lbs blonde should really have to worry about it.

“I can’t believe you. Are you trying to say I’m fat? I’ll show you. I’ll really crush you.” She began bouncing on me and laughing.

My dick was getting so hard I knew she had to feel it. I was afraid if it repositions in my pants it would easily stand strait up and directly poke her. I was both relieved and disappointed when we stopped in the parking lot. I then knew she wouldn’t notice my erection if she hadn’t already, but it felt so good grinding against that tight ass.

As we were getting out she was standing in front of me waiting for the others to get out. She had her body bent at almost a 90° angle because of the van ceiling. Not only now did I have that same great view, but she was again bouncing. She was obviously excited, so was I, but I had no idea how girls could be just so generally bubbly. Her knees pressed together bending slightly I watched her ass bounce up and down. At some point she took notice of her shorts riding into her crack, because she reached back with one hand and began pulling right at the spot I would imagine her asshole was. While this was going on, I repositioned my penis so it was pointing strait up. The head was extended past the waist of my pants but it was covered by my shirt; this way my bulge wouldn’t be overly obvious when I stood.

After putting away our sleeping bags, everyone gathered in the dining hall and we had an invocation before we all ate. When the pastor asked that we “gather hands to pray,” my friend Jeremy took one hand and Ashley took the other. Her hand was so nice to the touch. As the pastor was relaying our thanks and worship, I was thinking about her soft skin and it touching me; imagining what it would feel like directly against my cock. I then got a series of rather unwelcome squeezes from Jeremy’s hand. I opened my eyes to look at him rather angrily when I saw his eyes directing me towards Ashley. She was breathing heavily, her bosom rising and falling, shrouded in only thin bra and the white cotton shirt. Her nipples were erect, probably due to the strong air conditioning in the building. I admired her breast, guessing them at about a large B-cup. Everyone but my friend and I are standing there reverent and oblivious. I could almost make out the discoloration of the areola, but I’m sure it was just my imagination. I don’t know if it was the intensity of my staring or the fact I was unconsciously increasing my grip on her hand but she opened her eyes directly looking at me and smiled. She undoubtedly saw me ogling those wonderful tits.

“Amen.”

Things went on rather uneventful for a while, until we started playing a game called “Christian Guard.” It was basically a hide and seek type with a few extra rules and obviously a Christian connotation. This building of the church had two floors and lots of classrooms and main halls so there were plenty of places to be alone. Of course when I say alone, I really meant alone with Ashley. When the 30 or so of us kids went to go hide, Jeremy and I made it a point to follow Ashley and Jamie.