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Please note:
All characters in this story are fictitious, any similarity to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. The author does not
necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities detailed in this
story, some of which are dangerous or illegal.
Please keep in mind the difference between fantasy and reality.
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Megan Becomes an Altar Girl
Chapter 2
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
"Goodbye, Megan," Father Edward said in his usual genial manner.
"Goodbye, Father," Megan replied awkwardly. They were standing
on the porch to the rectory. Just yesterday, they had watched
the movies together and Father Edward had touched her private
area. Ever since, Megan had been dreading seeing him today. But
he acted as if nothing had happened and the morning passed
without incident. They did the laundry and cleaning as usual,
and then Father Edward took her to the church where they did a
walk-through of mass, with him directing her on where to be and
what to do.
"Tomorrow, Megan," he smiled at her, "tomorrow we'll do another
walk-through except this time it'll be a dress rehearsal and
we'll put on the robes and vestments!" Won't that be exciting?"
Megan smiled timidly at him. Looking at the floor, she answered,
"Yes, Father."
"See you tomorrow then!" He went back inside the house, leaving
Megan alone on the porch.
Bicycling home, Megan mulled over her situation. She knew she
didn't like it when Father Edward touched her between her legs.
It just felt ... wrong. It made her uncomfortable. But maybe,
she reasoned, maybe what happened yesterday was just an accident.
He didn't do anything to her today so maybe it won't happen
again.
But as she pedaled, Megan remembered the strange feelings and the
way her body reacted when he touched her. It had made her skin
tingle all over. The sensations grew and grew until the tingles
overwhelmed her and the warm feeling in her tummy exploded and
flooded her body. Thinking back on it, now Megan felt a cold
dread form in her stomach. She had never felt anything like that
before and the experience frightened her. She considered asking
her mom about it until she realized it would be far too
embarrassing to have such a conversation with her mother. The
conflicting emotions of curiosity, fear, and shame continued to
eat at her.
When Megan arrived at the rectory the next morning, she still
felt a little nervous but she had spent the previous night
consoling herself, telling herself that everything would be okay
today. Father Edward greeted her at the door.
"Why good morning, Megan!" he welcomed her jovially. "Ready to
go try on those altar robes?"
Megan nodded. They walked to the church where Father Edward kept
up a warm chatter of small talk. Megan only half-listened for
she was trying to calm her nerves. Once inside the church
dressing room, Father Edward slid open a closet door and
presented her with an array of colorful robes.
"What do you think? Aren't they beautiful?" he asked her. "You
go ahead and choose one." Megan considered her options and
settled on a long cream colored robe with a maroon pattern on the
shoulders.
"Perfect," Father Edward told her. Pulling a larger vestment
from the closet he said," I'll take this one. Now let's try them
on. There's dressing area over there in the corner. Be sure to
take off all your clothes before putting on the robe."
His last words sunk in. Whenever Megan had seen altar servers
during mass, they simply put the robes on over their existing
clothes. "Um, but Father Edward I..."
"Take off all your clothes and put on the robe, Megan," Father
Edward repeated.
Megan hesitated. "But..."
"DO IT NOW." He didn't yell at her, but the words had force.
Megan shrunk as he fixed a withering gaze upon her. She scurried
off to the dressing area, which was really just a corner with a
curtain closing it off. With trembling fingers, Megan removed
her shirt and undid her jeans. Shivering, she examined the robe
to ascertain which side was the front.
"Are you almost ready, Megan?" the priest asked. Megan jumped.
Father Edward was just on the other side of the curtain.
"Why don't you pass me your clothes so I can hang them up for
you," Father Edward offered. So saying, he stuck his hand
through the curtain. Megan felt the dread grow within her as she
pressed herself against the wall to avoid his hand. Shivering
since all she wore was her underwear, Megan grabbed her jeans and
shirt and shoved them into his hand.
"Thank you, Megan," he told her. Megan quickly took the altar
robe and pulled it over her head, not caring if it was backwards.
The young twelve year old just wanted something between her body
and the priest. Smoothing the heavy canvas material against her,
Megan wondered how long the dress rehearsal would last.
"Megan?" Father Edward said from beyond the curtain. "I think
you'll want to give me your underpants too, dear."
Megan froze as he heart plummeted within her. Feeling almost
nauseous, she just wanted to leave. But he had her clothes and
she couldn't bike home in an altar robe.
"I'm waiting, Megan."
Megan felt her body begin to shake uncontrollably. Pressing
herself against the wall, she desperately thought of something,
anything she could do. Pretend to be sick? Faint? Run and
hide?
"Megan," Father Edward said, an edge to his voice. "Give. Me.
Your. Underpants."
Swallowing hard, Megan lifted up the robe and pulled off her
underwear. She stuck her hand through the curtain to pass it to
him.
"Ah," he said. "These are very pretty underpants, Megan. So
clean and white with the pretty pink and yellow lace around the
edges."
Megan felt humiliated. She would have started crying if she
weren't so frightened.
"Megan," the priest asked, "Won't you come out now so we can get
started?"
Shaking, Megan pushed the curtain aside and stepped out. Father
Edward stood before her dressed in his own vestments.
He reached out and caressed her hair. "Why Megan, don't you look
like such an pretty angel. One of God's little angels." Megan
recoiled at his touch.
Rubbing her back now, Father Edward said, "Now I know you feel
uncomfortable being completely naked underneath your robe, dear,
but that's the way it has to be. You must open yourself to the
Lord and be as close to Him as possible."
Megan remained silent so the priest continued. "Even I must be
close to the Lord," he told her. "Look."
Megan watched as the priest lifted his floor length vestments.
Up to now, she couldn't even tell if he was wearing anything
underneath. But he began lifting the robe and the billowy canvas
rose, revealing first his bare and hairy legs. Megan watched
stunned as Father Edward lifted his robe higher. She saw his
knobby knees and fleshy thighs, also covered in hair. And then
he hoisted the robe even higher until she saw his sagging penis,
hanging like a limp tube sock over his bulging, bushy scrotum.
Megan felt another wave of nausea as she stared at the priest's
penis. She wanted to run away. To her relief, Father Edward let
his robe drop back to floor, hiding his male organ from view.
"Shall we begin the rehearsal then?" Father Edward said briskly.
He handed her tray of several pewter chalices. "Let's start
with the opening ceremonies."
Megan followed him out to the church. "You must be careful not
to walk too fast down the aisle," the priest directed her. "Walk
at a calm and even pace."
But Megan was a jangle of nerves. Her hands anxiously clutched
the tray but even then she somehow lost grip of it. The pewter
chalices fell to the ground in a loud clatter that echoed
throughout the empty church. Megan hurried to retrieve them.
Father Edward knelt to help her. "Oh Megan," he said, stroking
her long brown hair again. "I can tell you don't really want to
do rehearsal today. I'll tell you what, let's go back to the
rectory and we'll watch some movies instead. Wouldn't you rather
do that?"
"Okay," Megan said uneasily. At least that way she could put her
regular clothes back on.
But after they put away, the chalices in the dressing room,
Father Edward turned out he lights and headed for the door in his
vestments.
"But, um, Father Edward?" Megan began. "Aren't we going to, you
know, change back into our regular clothes?"
Father Edward chuckled at her. "No, I think it's better if you
become accustomed to wearing the robe. Altar girls must wear the
robes for long periods of time, you know. If we're not going to
do rehearsal, you should at least practice wearing the robe."
Megan's heart sank for the umpteenth time that day. She said,
"But, Father..."
"I've got your clothes right here, Megan," the priest said,
patting a small bundle in his hand. "You can change in the
rectory. Now let's go."
Megan followed him as he headed to the rectory. Her feet felt
heavy and she lagged behind him, letting him get several steps
ahead of her. It felt unusual to be walking outside in the robe
with nothing on underneath. The air tickled her private area and
the coarse canvas itched her chest.
Once they entered the rectory, Father Edward immediately steered
her to the living room where he began to thread a 16mm film while
Megan idly stood by. Nervously, she eyed the single armchair in
the room and remembered what happened on Monday. Gathering her
courage, Megan asked, "Um, what will we be watching, Father?"
His back to her, Father Edward smiled a devious grin. "You'll
see Megan. It'll be very... educational."
He finished loading the reel. Turning off the lights, he sat
down in the armchair. Gesturing to Megan, he indicated that she
sit on his lap again.
Megan blushed and took a tiny step backwards. She shook her
head. "It's okay, Father... I can just .. stand."
"Nonsense!" the priest told her. He got up and took her by the
shoulders, guiding her like a lamb to the armchair. Sitting down
himself, he reached over and lifted her onto his lap. Megan sat
stiffly but Father Edward urged her to lean back and relax. She
felt him pull her back until she reclined against his chest, just
like last time. The movie began.
The movie had no credits or narrator. It opened with a man and a
woman having a picnic on a blanket in a park. There was no one
else in park but them. They exchanged some small talk before the
woman reached for the man's zipper. Undoing his pants, she
pulled out his penis and began fondling it.
Megan despaired. She didn't want to be here watching this movie
on Father Edward's lap. But she had no choice. She watched as
the man's penis hardened underneath the woman's touch,
lengthening until it was too big for her hand. The camera moved
in close until the man's erect penis filled the screen. Despite
her discomfort, Megan couldn't help but notice the way it
twitched as the woman ran her hand along the shaft, running her
hands from his hairy crotch up to the large red knob on the end.
The mesmerizing action before her helped Megan ignore her
predicament. She watched incredulous as the woman opened her
mouth, perfectly glossy from red lipstick, and took the man's
penis in her mouth. Megan felt disgusted but her eyes remained
glued to the screen. The woman's plump red lips glided smoothly
over the man's penis, her saliva making the veins along it shiny
and slick. Megan felt the warmth rising in her private area.
Was it starting to feel like she had peed herself again too?
Megan felt her pulse quicken, although not from nervousness this
time. She felt strange again, like something was awakening in
her body and taking control of her. On the screen, the woman's
head was quickly bobbing up and down as she swallowed almost half
of the man's penis. Megan felt a shiver run through her body.
But then she felt something else. Something hard pressing
against her thigh.
Father Edward's penis. She pictured it as she had seen it in the
church dressing room, limp and hanging. But now she knew that,
like the actor in the movie, his penis had grown until it was
long and hard. And now pushing against her leg. For some
reason, a thrill ran through her as she thought of Father
Edward's hard penis, separated from her skin only by his robe and
hers. Megan felt ashamed for feeling excited by such a thought.
The increasing tingle between her legs was matched only by the
growing dread in her stomach.
Beneath her Father Edward's chest rose and fell more quickly as
his breathing tempo increased. Megan felt his hand begin to draw
her altar robe up across her skinny legs. The twelve year old
was torn between the desire to be touched and the inappropriate
nature of the contact. Her robe was now hiked up in a bunch
around her waist. She felt the priest's fingers glide slowly
along her thighs until they reached...
Between her legs. Megan's heart lurched as the Father Edward's
settled in between her legs on her private area. The other day,
her thin layer of underwear had prohibited direct contact but
today she felt the priest's calloused fingers rubbing her skin,
separating the folds of flesh until he touched...
Megan gasped involuntarily. She felt Father Edward's other arm
close around her waist, keeping her body from jerking. The
priest's hands had begun to finger a certain spot between her
legs that lit up the preteen's body with warm, tingly sensations.
Embarrassed, Megan felt certain she had wet herself because
Father Edward's finger now slid easily along the slick and
hairless skin between her legs. Where else could this moisture
have come from, she wondered? Despite the building physical
pleasure, Megan wanted to get away from the priest.
"Please, Father Edward, let me go... I don't think you mmmm,
ohh," Megan's complaint was cut short by a moan. Her face
flushed again. The moan came unintentionally. It was like she
was losing control of her body. She remembered last time how the
pleasure overwhelmed and terrified her.
"Please... Father Edward, please... Just let me go, pl*" Megan's
pleading was again cut off by a gasp. The priest's fingers were
now slippery with this inexplicable wetness.
"Megan," the priest whispered in her ear. "It is the Lord
calling out to your body. Don't deny him!"
Megan struggled against him, trying to loosen his grip around her
waist. Father Edward only held on tighter and pressed his hips
against. Sickened, Megan felt his penis again, poking hard at
her butt. Only his robe separated his penis from touching her
skin now.
"Don't fight," Father Edward commanded. "Feel the holiness
within you. It is rising free!" Megan continued to resist
although the priest's relentless fingering of her hairless flesh
was making it difficult. He pushed and pulled her body tight
against his, letting his erect penis rub against her backside.
Megan whimpered in terror and excitement.
She felt the priest's hot breath in her ear. "I have something
to subdue you," Father Edward whispered. 'But I believe you will
find it as pleasurable as my fingers."
Reaching under the armchair, he pulled out a long cylindrical
device. Megan watched as he moved it between her legs and used
it to touch her where his fingers had been. The device was felt
like smooth, cool plastic. Megan felt slightly comforted by the
fact that at least his fingers were no longer rubbing her. Until
Father Edward flicked a switch on the end of the device. A
humming sound filled the air.
"Ahhhh," Megan gasped, her eyes as wide as saucers. "Ohhhh..."
The moans had escaped her mouth again. The plastic cylinder
between her legs vibrated against her hairless skin, sending
shockwaves throughout her body. Her hands, which had been trying
to loosen Father Edward's grip on her, now tightly clenched the
arm around her waist.
"Yes, Megan, yes, yes," the priest cooed in her ear. "Can you
feel it? Is the Lord Jesus himself entering your body?"
Megan could tell the tingles were multiplying with rapid
intensity as they raced through her twelve year old body.
Frightened, Megan closed her eyes and tried to will them to go
away. But they strengthened nonetheless, and she heard herself
moan again. She opened her eyes and her gaze locked onto the
forgotten movie, still playing in front of her. The actor and
actress were now having intercourse. All she could see was the
man's hard penis, the veins bulging, as it plunged in and out of
the woman's vagina.
The pleasure intensified and rose like a tidal wave, poised to
crash down and crush her. Her breath came in short gasps.
Terrified, Megan knew what was going to happen next but she
couldn't stop it.
"Ohhhh, please, no, please, Father, I'm sca*" Megan's plea was
cut off as the pleasure boiled over within her. Her eyes rolled
back in her head and she felt her body spasming uncontrollably.
Her body went stiff as a board but Father Edward held the
vibrating cylinder tight between her hairless skin.
"Ohhh... ahhhhhhh," a series of high pitched whines emitted from
Megan. The waves washed through her body, a wave would swell up
just as the last one would end. They continued for what seemed
like an eternity until finally they petered out and the twelve
year old was again aware of her surroundings. She felt the heat
from Father Edward's body. Her own was covered in a fine sheen
of perspiration. The thumping from her chest indicated a rapid
heartbeat and her breath was still uneven. Ashamed, upset,
humiliated, and scared, Megan burst into tears.
Father Edward gently stroked her hair, but his touch only made
her sob harder. "There, there, Megan," he consoled her. "You're
a young woman now and you have duties. Responsibilities. You're
clean and holy with me and it pleases God for use to honor him
like this."
Megan didn't stop weeping. His penis still jutted hard against
her leg and she didn't like it. She never wanted to have to do
this again with Father Edward but she felt trapped.
"Now, Megan," the priest said, putting an arm over her, "you must
promise me never to tell anyone else about what we do together.
Do you understand? An altar girl must be obedient and obey the
priest. She must do everything he asks of her. Do you
understand?"
Megan didn't look at him. She had stopped crying and the emotion
inside her was now replaced by a blank emptiness. Wiping her
face, she whispered, barely audible, "Yes."
"Good girl," Father Edward said soothingly. "Now why don't you
get dressed and go home early? I can tell you've had a difficult
day."
Megan slid off the priest's lap and stood, straightening the
altar robe so that it covered her up again. She picked up her
pile of clothes near the projector and went into the bathroom.
She shed the altar robe, hanging it on the door. Pulling on her
underwear, she realized there was still a lot of wetness between
her legs. A damp spot was already beginning to spread on the
crotch of her underpants. Feeling forming in her eyes, Megan
pulled on the rest of her clothes.
When she opened the door, Megan saw that Father Edward had
started watching another movie. On the screen, there was a
different woman and she was sucking and licking a man's penis.
As her eyes adjusted to the dim light, Megan saw Father Edward
still sitting in his armchair, only now he had removed his
vestments and was completely naked. A cold feeling of dread
swept through Megan as her eyes focused on his hard penis,
sticking straight out from his crotch, and his fist that moved up
and down along the length of it. Sensing her presence, Father
Edward turned his head to look at her.
"Well, Megan," he said, his smile raising the hairs on her head,
"I'll see you tomorrow, won't I?"
Several tears brimmed over and ran down her cheek. Megan darted
out of the room without answering. She fumbled with the doorknob
of the front door a moment before finally opening it and rushing
down the porch stairs. More tears rolled down her cheeks. As
the constricted feeling tightened her chest, Megan got on her
bicycle and pedaled home as fast as she could.
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Please send feedback and comments! Thanks for reading.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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