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Angela the Naughty Altar Girl 1 (Mf, incest, cons, pedo)
Written by Janus
This story is based on an email I received from a female reader. Angela
was sixteen years old (Or so she claimed. For all I knew she was a cop.)
and she told me my "Megan the Altar Girl" series reminded her of her own
adventures when she was ten years old. She spelled out most of the
pertinent details but asked me to fill out the story as I saw fit. Whether
or not it is true is anyone's guess, but it makes for an interesting read.
*************
My name is Angela. I'm sixteen now but when I was ten years old I had
an "altar girl" experience but it's nowhere near as graphic or exciting as
your "Megan" series. For as long as I can remember, I enjoyed
masturbating. I didn't know it was called masturbating but I knew from an
early age that touching my privates would produce pleasurable sensations.
I
knew it was naughty but that only added fuel to my fire.
It was this naughtiness that led me to my first brush with masturbating
in public. To be more specific, it happened in the baptismal fountain in
my church. When I was ten, I was the head altar server at a church in
XXXXX (deleted). This meant it was my job to clean up the church on Friday
nights to get it ready for the weekend services.
The priest, Father Terry, trusted me enough to do the job on my own.
We
had been cleaning the church each Friday night for about six months when
he
finally asked me do it by myself one night because he had some emergency
to
tend to. I remember this being a big deal because I was entrusted with the
key to the church.
Cleaning the church wasn't terribly difficult. Mostly it meant
rearranging the hymn books in the pews and making sure the altar area was
neat and prepared. Once I finished, it was time to leave but on that night
I found myself standing in front of the baptismal font, hypnotized by the
sound of the bubbling water that swirled in the fountain.
The fountain was a recent addition to the church. Looking back, I
realize now that the fountain was really just a hot tub. It was a little
bit smaller than a normal hot tub, measuring about five by five feet and
perfectly square. And instead of plastic, it was made of a nice marble.
The jet pumps in it were just like any regular hot tub though. The water
itself was heated so it wouldn't be freezing cold to the babies getting
baptized.
Anyway, that night alone in the church I just had this sudden urge to
feel the water against my body. I knew how nice it felt when I used a
hand-held showerhead between my legs. The baptismal fountain had a water
pump built into one of the sides and it bubbled and agitated the water just
like a spa. I knew this had to be even better than the showerhead. My
privates tingled at the thought. Ten year olds can get horny too, you
know.
So after making sure all the doors were locked, I took a deep breath and
started to take off my clothes. I was your standard ten year old: kind of
skinny, a little awkward looking. My brown hair was probably in a ponytail
as usual and I probably had some of freckles from the summer sun.
I remember the way my skin tingled and I got goosebumps as I undressed.
The immense church was stately and resolute in the way only churches can
be. The low hum of the jet pumps and swirling water added a gentle hum to
the otherwise silent building. The whole thing seemed so perfect. Who
knew when I would next get the chance to do bathe in the church's baptismal
font?
I hesitated a little once I got down to my underwear. It felt so weird
being half-naked in church! Taking a deep breath, I hooked my thumbs under
the elastic waistband and let my underwear fall to my ankles. Stepping out
of my panties, I remember a pure shivery thrill of being completely naked
in the church. For some reason, I always had these nudist fantasies when
I
was little. Sometimes I would daydream about living naked in the woods.
Showering at the local YMCA was always fun too because I liked being naked
in a semi-public place.
Cautiously, I dipped a hand in the water to test the temperature. It
was lukewarm, not really hot. It wasn't freezing cold though and that was
enough for me. I carefully climbed up onto the ledge of the baptismal
font, relishing the feel of the cool air on my privates. It just felt so
good! I lowered one leg into the water first, slowly, and then the other.
The water felt really warm and inviting on my bare skin so I submerged
myself further until the water was up to my thighs. Taking a deep breath,
I kept going.
I'll never forget that electric feeling when the water hit my bare
privates. The glassy water flowed freely onto my bare skin, tickling my
girl parts. I probably squealed a little bit from the sensation of water
on my hairless privates but it definitely a squeal of pleasure.
I knelt in the fountain, letting the water go past my belly button and
almost to my chest. The warm water felt really nice but I knew I wanted
something more. I maneuvered myself toward the bubbling jet pump, my heart
skipping beats like crazy because I was so nervous and excited.
I could feel the water rushing by my skin as I approached the pump. I
was a couple feet away from it but I found the pump was aiming the water
mostly at my belly. Experimenting, I raised myself up off my knees a few
inches.
It worked. The water was now shooting out directly at my crotch. It
felt ticklish. But even at ten years old, I was experienced with my body.
I parted my knees a little and leaned backwards.
Bliss. The pumping water was now aimed directly at my button, as I used
to refer to my clitoris. It felt so incredible. Even thinking back on it
now, I find myself getting wet. The water tickled me just perfectly,
making the tingles start to spread over my whole body.
Inching forward on my knees, I moved closer to the water pump. The
closer I got, the more intense the water pressure became and it was making
me so excited. The showerhead never felt this good, that's for sure! The
water massaged every little inch of my privates and it felt unbelievable.
I pressed my crotch as close as I could to the water pump until it felt
almost too intense. Reaching one hand down into the water, I spread my
little labia to reveal my button to the pumping water.
That was what did me in. The feeling of the bubbling water directly on
my button sent the tingles into overdrive. After about five seconds, I
realized I was ready for the good feeling to come (that's what I called
orgasms back then). At that moment, my little body on the edge of ecstasy,
I remembered what I was doing. Playing with my privates in the baptismal
fountain at church! This realization of delicious naughtiness triggered
the waves of the good feeling.
Looking back, I can say without a doubt that the orgasm in the fountain
was one of the most intense I have ever had. The powerful water drummed
mercilessly against my little button as the good feeling washed over me in
waves of bliss. I remember letting a single shriek escape my lips and the
sound echoed all over the empty church. Someone might have heard but I was
too far gone to care.
The good feeling raced through every inch of me. It felt like it lasted
a long time too. Usually my excitement would just rise and peak and fall
but this time was different. It felt like I stayed at the peak for a long,
long time as the water massage my privates. That was the first time the
good feeling made me see spots and almost black out. The pleasure was just
too intense.
Slowly though the good feeling faded away and the water felt a little
too ticklish now as it pushed against my sensitive button. I backed away
from the water pump to the far side of the baptismal fountain. I was
exhausted and breathing hard.
The rest of the night was a blur that I can't remember much of. I must
have climbed out of the fountain dripping wet (and I'm not talking about
the water!) but I can't remember how I dried myself off. I do remember
walking home afterward with a silly grin on my face, thinking about my
naughty secret and hoping I would be alone in the church again...
Posted By Nikki
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