Chapter 4: Sunday at Church - Planning With Rick (and He Fucks Me)

This wasn’t the type of thing you used the phone or e-mail for so I waited until the following Sunday when I knew I’d be seeing the two of them again. My dad pulled into the church parking lot just ahead of my Uncle Jim’s van so we waited for them to park before we made our way into the church. As we walked I grabbed Rick’s arm and pulled him to the side.

“What’s with you?” he asked, looking a bit surprised.

“We need to talk - privately,” I whispered to him in a conspiratorial tone.

Rick grinned at me. “Ohhhhhh, I see. Somebody horny this morning?”

“No, I just wanted to ask you something you little perv!” I whispered back. Actually, he was several inches taller than me now days so “little” didn’t really apply but it made my point. He looked at me with a disbelieving face as I answered, “OK, OK, so what if I AM horny. But that’s not why I need to talk to you ... well at least not the first thing.”

We agreed on a place to meet and walked into the sanctuary with our parents. After the first hymn I excused myself to go to the bathroom. Rick was also excusing himself as well and my dad didn’t miss the fact that we both needed to go to the bathroom at the same time.

“Couldn’t you guys at least wait until after church?” my dad teased me, whispering in my ear as the next hymn almost drowned his voice out.

“Daddy!” I pretended to protest, acting as if I was aggrieved. He knew better, of course. Well, I guess there was no reason we couldn’t do more than just talk while we were at it.

We didn’t meet at the bathrooms but instead in a large utility room located next door to them. The room was full of various tools and cleaning equipment that the custodians used to maintain the church. Nobody ever came in here during church - lucky for me in the past!

“OK, so what’s so damn important?” Rick said as soon as he shut the door behind us. I explained things to him as quickly as I could, not wanting him to have that much time to think things over. In the short run I knew that his lust and horniness always won over his sense of responsibility and ethics. However, given enough time to think about it he might decide against it so I hurried through my prepared speech. When I was done he was looking at me like I was some Martian freshly arrived on Earth.

“So let me get this straight ... YOU promised YOUR mom I would fuck HER all afternoon if Tammy came along so your dad can fuck her. Is that right?”

“Sounds good to me,” I agreed, “So what do you think?”

“But what do YOU get out of this?” he asked suspiciously.

That was a good question actually. Here I was doing all the arranging yet it looked like everyone would be getting fucked except me. Oh well, the things a girl will do for her father! Rick would never understand even if I tried to explain it to him. He may be almost nineteen but his level of maturity was more like that of someone several years younger. His little head did most of the thinking these days so unless the answer had something to do with cocks and pussies, he would never comprehend. I just shrugged and smiled, waiting for his answer.

Rick crossed his arms. “OK Kelly, I tell you what. I’ll do it but on one condition.”

Oh great, here it comes. God only knew what conditions he was going to demand but I had a pretty good idea. Like I just said, he only thought in terms of sex so the possibilities were limited. I kept silent and waited for him to continue.

“Well, what are you waiting for?” he huffed, “You know what to do.”

Ok, so it wasn’t like it was such a terrible thing. It was just his attitude that I didn’t care for, as if he controlled me somehow and that I would automatically respond to his demands without him even having to ask me. Only one problem ... he was right, at least in this case. Rick held all the cards in this little game and I knew what I had to do if he was going to play them.

This morning I was wearing peasant style pink sundress, the type with the spaghetti shoulder straps and bunched up bosom that didn’t require a bra - even if I’d been inclined to wear one. It wasn’t nearly as short as I would’ve preferred but it WAS church and so a little decorum was required. Underneath I was wearing pink cotton panties, again in deference to church as a black thong would have been a lot sexier but just a bit too risqué as the dress was a bit sheer. My first action was to drop the shoulder straps off my shoulder and lower the top to release my boobs. My nipples were already getting hard and when the material dragged over them it sent a tingle through me like a small electric shock.

“Well, you gonna help or make me do all the work?” I whined, pointing at his pants.

“OK, OK, hold your horses,” he laughed as he unzipped his pants and opened them to reveal his white Hanes underwear.

Rick grabbed the waistband and dropped his pants along with his underwear down to his ankles. His dick was already nice and hard, no surprise there. I squatted down in front of him and unceremoniously started to suck his cock. I wasn’t trying to impress anyone, just working to get him off as quickly as possible. I could tell from the sounds coming from upstairs about where the service was and I knew we didn’t have all day to do this.

“Oh yeah, that’s great,” he moaned as my mouth and tongue moved up and down his cock, sometimes circling it, sometimes just licking it and down like a popsicle.

Rick put his hands on my head and ran his fingers through my hair as he allowed me to continue to suck him off. Actually, I had pretty much expected that this would happen. It would have been a lot stranger to be in a room alone with Rick and NOT suck his dick!

My free hand worked its way down to my crotch where it pulled the panties over to the side and I began fingering myself. I was already soaking wet so my finger easily slid up into me as I sucked his incredibly hard cock.

“You like me sucking your dick, don’t you?” I asked him, stroking his dick with my hand as I looked up at him and waited for an answer.

“You know it!” he responded between groaning and repeating himself over and over as to how much he loved it.

“Well, you better not get any cum on my dress,” I warned him, trying to act seriously but undoubtedly failing in the attempt.

“Forget this ... I want to fuck you,” he broke in, “God I want to fuck you so bad right now.”

Well, THAT hadn’t been on my agenda but I wasn’t going to complain. It had actually been quite a while since he’d fucked me. There had been several blow jobs in his bedroom when we visited their house but we didn’t dare fuck with his mom not all that far away. Rick’s dick slipped from my mouth as I stood up and wiped my mouth. There was a tall stool available so I reached under my dress and pulled my panties down and slipped them off, setting them on the work bench next to us. Lifting up my skirt to my waist to explore my pussy for him, I sat back on the stool and flirted with Rick.

“Well then, are you gonna fuck me or what?” I teased.

Imagine the scene now ... me sitting on a stool bare-ass, my dress pulled down to reveal my 34C boobs. My mouth tasted like cock as he shuffled over towards me with his pants and underwear still gathered around his ankles. Rick’s hard dick was pointing at me like some erotic cock compass, pointing the direction to the nearest pussy - in this case mine. Had anyone walked in about now, I don’t think there would be much interpretation required to figure out what we were up to - or what Rick intended to do to me.

“Like mother, like daughter,” Rick mumbled. He surely wasn’t referring to our pussies as I kept mine shaved and bare while my mother kept hers trimmed but covered. It probably had more to do with our mutual desire for his cock than anything else.

Rick reached down and grabbed my ankles, lifting my bare legs up and over his shoulders. Thankfully the stool had a back on it or I would’ve fallen on my head behind me. With my legs spread shoulder width apart, he now had unrestricted access to my hungry pussy and if I knew my cousin it would take long for him to make use of it.