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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 - Final Chapter
Written by Janus
Copyright 2003
All my stories can be found at http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Janus/www
Megan paused, her finger about to press the doorbell to the
rectory. A small voice inside said, "Don't press the doorbell.
Go home. Never come back." The twelve year old bit her lip,
trying to decide what to do. After she left Father Edward
yesterday, Megan had felt nothing but pure dread fill her body.
Father Edward had humiliated her yesterday, made her be naked
underneath the altar robe. Then she had to watch those sex
movies with him and he made her sit on his lap. And then he
started touching her.
Megan's throat constricted. She willed herself not to start
crying here on the porch of the rectory. She remembered the
strange feelings that shook her body, the conflict of wanting to
be touched and wanting him to stop. She felt dirty and ashamed
for feeling such ecstasy when the priest touched the area between
her legs.
But he was an adult, she reasoned. Surely he had reason for
doing such things to her. Perhaps it was all part of becoming an
altar girl. Taking a deep breath, Megan pressed the doorbell.
Father Edward's smiling face appeared, framed by the little
window in the door. He opened the door and Megan stepped across
the threshold.
From that moment on Megan moved robotically, as if she were
watching her own body move of its own volition. Mechanically,
she followed Father Edward. The two hours were such a blur that
Megan didn't fully realize it was noon until she was standing
outside the rectory, unlocking her bicycle.
Nothing had happened. She and Father Edward had done the chores
and then they went to the church for a rehearsal of mass. They
had put on the altar robes and vestments, but this time the
priest did not ask her to fully undress before putting on the
robe. Indeed, the day seemed so normal that Megan began to
wonder if she had imagined all that had occurred yesterday.
The following day, Friday, was the same. Megan went to the
rectory, Father Edward cheerfully talked to her, they did some
cleaning, they put on the robes and practiced... And that was
all. Since it was Friday, Father Edward insisted they have some
Coca Cola and cookies before Megan went home at noon. That, too,
passed without incident. As she biked home, Megan thought that
perhaps those two times the priest touched her were just isolated
events. Her heart felt much lighter.
Megan was in such a good mood that on Monday morning she arrived
fifteen minutes early at the rectory. Father Edward seemed
surprised to see her.
"Why Megan!" he said, breaking out into a grin. "Fifteen
minutes early for work! Aren't you such a good girl!"
They went to the church. "We might as well let the chores
wait," Father Edward decided. "Let's put on the robes and
rehearse. I won't do any prompting this time so we'll see how
well you know your duties."
They put on the robes. Megan liked the way she felt in the
robe, like she was special and holy. Adjusting his collar around
his neck, Father Edward directed her for the opening ceremony.
"All right, Megan. Now you walk down the aisle first, and don't
forget to pick up the cross. I'll be right behind you."
Megan picked up the cross that was taller than she was, although
it wasn't very heavy. Slowly, she began walking down the center
aisle. On either side of her were rows upon rows of empty wooden
pews. Her footsteps echoed lightly in the vacant church.
Reaching the altar, she placed the cross in the holder in the
ground and then turned to take her place to the left of the
altar. Father Edward was still walking slowly down the aisle.
She watched his vestments flutter and waver majestically around
him. The robe was so long that she couldn't even see his shoes
as he walked.
Father Edward took his place at the altar and said the opening
prayer. He went to sit down at his chair while Megan took her
place at the altar server station to the side of him. They
allowed a brief moment to pass, accounting for the First and
Second Readings, before Megan lifted the heavy book that lay on a
table beside her. Father Edward stood up and Megan positioned
herself in front of him, still holding the heavy book. The
priest opened it to the appropriate page and Megan lifted the
book slightly so he could see the words. He began to read the
Gospel.
When he finished, Megan closed the book and resumed her place at
the altar server station. Father Edward stepped up to the altar
to begin his sermon. In the past rehearsals, he usually just let
a moment of silence pass before continuing on to the next part.
This time, however, he bowed his head and waited. Megan waited
too until she heard the priest whisper to her.
"Megan," he murmured. "My shoelace is untied. Come tie it for
me."
Meekly, the preteen girl walked quietly to the altar and knelt
before the priest. His robe billowed about him and Megan found
it hard to locate his shoe.
"Um, Father?" she began, "I can't seem to reach your shoe..."
By way of response, the priest lifted his robe slightly. Megan
bent down lower trying to detect his shoe until she was on all
fours. As she reached underneath his robe, however, Father
Edward let his robe fall so that it draped over her back.
Megan's upper torso was now hidden underneath the heavy cotton
material.
Feeling the robe fall around her, Megan froze at the sight
before her. On her hands and knees, she had located the priest's
shoes but now saw that above his socks there was nothing but his
bare leg. He didn't have his trousers on. The material of the
white robe was translucent enough to allow adequate light for her
to see clearly. The hairy legs stretched upward, but Megan's
line of sight was cut off at his knees due to the robe. She felt
the familiar dread fill her tummy. His voice spoke to her
through the thin robe.
"Megan. Kneel before me."
Megan hesitated, the panic rising in her body.
"You heard me," the priest commanded her. "Get on your knees.
NOW." Megan almost flinched at the edge in his voice. It
reminded her of the day he made her wear the robe with nothing on
underneath. Slowly she rose to her knees, letting more of the
robe fall around her.
First she saw his lower leg, his shinbones pointy beneath his
leg hair. Then she his kneecaps, knobby and crooked. Moving on,
still rising, she held her breath as his meaty thighs came into
view, thick and even more hairy than his lower leg. Biting her
lip, Megan straightened her back until she was kneeling before
the priest, her face level with his crotch.
He wore no underwear. His penis hung wilted before her,
obscuring his hairy scrotum with two golf ball shaped objects
underneath the crinkled skin. Megan looked at his male organ
with distaste, wondering what was going to happen next.
"Touch me, Megan," the priest's voice said. "Use your hands.
Do it. Now."
Swallowing her fear, Megan's hand reached out and grasped the
lifeless penis dangling before her. It felt quite warm in her
hand and the minute she touched it, she felt a stirring in it.
Simultaneously amazed and appalled, she watched as it became
erect in her fingers. It expanded, rising like a flower to the
sunshine, until it pointed straight out from his body. Then it
lengthened slightly, poking out from his crotch and curving
upward somewhat. Megan stared at the hard penis before her. It
was no longer lifeless but instead throbbed with blood in its
swollen glory only inches from her face.
"Use your hand," the priest repeated, a ghostly voice coming
from beyond the robe. "Close your fingers around it and make a
fist. Yes, yes, like that. Now rub up and down."
Appalled, Megan did as she was told. Both her hands held the
Father Edward's penis as she began a jerking up and down motion.
The skin of his penis slid along the hard shaft underneath. The
darker brown tip of it pointed directly at her eye and she gazed
back at it, studying the little slit on the end.
Above her, Father Edward moaned softly but surrounded by a sea
of white cotton, Megan couldn't see him. However, she could
smell the musky scent emanating from between his legs. It was a
strong and sweaty but foreign odor that the twelve year old had
never encountered before. Her hands slid mechanically around his
penis, feeling it jerk in response to her movements.
Suddenly, Megan felt the priest's hands on her head. The cotton
material of his robe closed around the back of her head and she
felt his palms and fingers touching her. The preteen's body
stiffened in apprehension.
"Megan," Father Edward murmured. "Open your mouth."
Before she could respond, Megan felt his hands press against her
head, pulling her closer to him while his crotch thrust towards
her. His hard penis banged against her closed lips, shut
tightly. Megan squirmed and tried to turn her head but the
priest held her head too firmly.
"Megan," Father Edward said, his voice bristling, "open your
mouth."
Father Edward's penis still brushed against her lips. The musky
scent was stronger than ever now. Grimacing, Megan shifted her
gaze downward to look at the erect penis before her. Her stomach
turned as she noticed the clear drop of fluid that had formed
near the slit on the tip of his penis. She felt Father Edward's
hands squeeze her head until it began to hurt.
"I won't warn you again," the priest whispered menacingly.
"Open your mouth now."
Fearfully, Megan parted her lips slightly, letting the tip of
his penis enter her mouth. The priest sighed as her moist inner
lips caressed him. Her mouth only partially open, his penis now
chafed against her teeth. His hands tightened again around her
head. Megan reluctantly opened her mouth a little more. Father
Edward sensed the motion and pulled her head closer to his
crotch. His penis surged into her unwilling twelve year old
mouth until Megan felt it lodged against the roof of her mouth.
The frightened preteen pulled her tongue back as far and low as
possible to avoid touching the priest's penis in her mouth. Her
lower jaw hung loosely to avoid completely closing her mouth
around the hard and throbbing organ.
"Start sucking, Megan," Father Edward commanded. "Just like you
saw in the movie I showed you."
A brief thrill ran through Megan's body as she recalled the
tingly sensation when she had watched the movies. But then she
remembered the way the priest touched her body and the fear that
came with it. In her lapse of concentration, her mouth closed
around his penis as she inhaled sharply from the memory.
"Mmmmm, yes, just like that..." the priest moaned above her.
Megan's lips closed completely around his penis and she sucked at
it gently, listening to Father Edward's appreciative noises. Her
tongue finally brushed against the underside of his penis and she
tasted the salty taste of sweat. Realizing what she was doing,
Megan felt nauseated and ashamed of herself. Tears were
beginning to form in her eyes when Megan felt the priest's hands
draw her head back, letting some of his penis slip from her
mouth.
A wave of relief washed over the twelve year old. But before
his penis was completely withdrawn from her mouth, Father Edward
pulled her towards him again, forcing the hard shaft back into
her mouth. The priest continued this in and out motion, his
meaty pole thrusting in and out of her mouth. The tears rolled
down Megan's cheeks as she let her mouth be abused by the priest.
"Yes, Megan, keep your lips tightly closed. Use your tongue, my
dear, yes, mmmm."
Father Edward's hands pulled insistently at her head. Each time
he tugged her head at his crotch, more of his penis slipped into
her mouth. The shaft glistened with her saliva. At first, the
tip of his penis merely banged against the roof of her mouth but
the priest changed his angle and now Megan felt it sliding deep
into her mouth until it brushed her tonsils. She felt her gag
reflex start to kick in. Father Edward, sensing her predicament,
only doubled his efforts. His hard rod now reached her throat
almost and she began to gag.
"Ohhhh, yessss," the priest moaned, as Megan's throat closed
convulsively around his penis. Megan instinctively tried to
swallow but her mouth and tongue only closed tighter on the
priest's penis. He groaned, louder now. Humiliated, Megan felt
drool start to drip from her closed lips tightly holding Father
Edward's penis. She tried to relax her throat muscles to
accommodate the intruder.
In the sea of white, billowing canvas around her, Megan felt as
if she had been transported to some strange place. All that
existed was the lower half of this man before her and his hard
and erect penis pumping in and out of her mouth. But the air was
beginning to get stale underneath his robe. Megan felt her lungs
begin to burn and she felt like she was suffocating. More tears
streamed down her cheeks as her jaws began to ache from sucking.
Father Edward's hands now held her head held tightly as he
quickened his tugging. His hips thrust faster as well, plunging
more and more of his penis into her mouth. Crying, Megan gagged
each time he hit the back of her throat. She tried to cough but
again her mouth only tightened harder on the penis lodged in her
throat.
"Yes, Megan, keep sucking just like that," she heard Father
Edward say. "Ohhhhh, yes, I feel the Lord coming near. Don't
stop, mmmm..."
Father Edward gasped. He stopped his in and out motion,
pressing his penis hard into her mouth. A muffled whimper of
panic escaped from Megan's stuffed mouth. His penis twitched
several times and another moan came from the priest. His penis
jerked again in rapid succession and Megan felt a hot liquid
shoot into her mouth. Megan felt her throat spasm in response as
fear and nausea overcame her. The fluid pooled in her throat and
she had no choice but to swallow. Revolted, she felt it slide
down her throat.
The penis continued to throb in her mouth, each time sending
more warm liquid into the twelve year old girl's mouth. Gagging
and choking now, Megan felt the priest's grip loosen on her head
and she managed to turn her head. His penis finally free of her
mouth, the crying preteen girl coughed, trying to breathe, but
only inhaling the musty air that had collected under the priest's
robe. Tears spilling down her cheeks, Megan felt the burning
taste of bile rise in her throat. Doubling over at Father
Edward's feet, she threw up a mixture of vomit and semen onto the
hard tiled floor of the church.
Father Edward stepped backwards, his robe trailing over her body
until Megan felt the cool, fresh air against her face. She
inhaled sharply, smelling the scent of her own vomit puddling
beneath her. The twelve year old lay sprawled before the altar,
coughing and catching her breath. Father Edward watched her
impassively.
When Megan finally recovered, he knelt next to her and pulled
her up to a sitting position. Her face was red and wet with
tears but she didn't look at him.
"Megan," he said softly, "why don't you go ahead and go home. I
can clean this up."
He helped her to her feet. She stood shakily for a moment
before yanking at her altar robe, trying to get it off. The
priest helped her pull it over her head. Once she was free of
the robe, Megan ran down the aisle, toward the exit. Father
Edward watched her young, lithe figure dash from the building
until he heard the door slam shut, signaling her departure.
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EPILOGUE:
The rest of the summer flew by. Megan came every weekday to
work at the rectory with Father Edward. She dreaded each day but
what made it worse was that she never knew what to expect. Some
days, nothing happened at all. They would do some cleaning and
rehearsing and then she would leave. On other days, Father
Edward would make her watch a sex movie and sit in his lap. He
would touch her. Other times, she merely knelt before him at the
armchair, her head bobbing up and down on his penis.
On the bad days, Megan could hardly recall getting dressed or
biking to the rectory. Or even Father Edward greeting her at the
door. All she remembered was Father Edward's hands caressing
her, or her mechanical movements when he made her touch or suck
him. She used to cry each time she biked home after leaving the
rectory, but by summer's end she pedaled silently home, her face
a combination of despair and sadness.
Megan looked forward to school starting, if only because it
meant she wouldn't have to work at the rectory anymore. The
first day of school was indeed pure relief for the twelve year
old girl. She felt safe again. But when school ended, she was
walking her bike past the rectory when she heard a voice call out
to her.
"Megan!" Father Edward waved to her from his window. Megan came
to a stop in front of the rectory porch. The priest came out the
door to talk to her.
"How was the first day of school?" he inquired, stepping down
the porch stairs.
"Fine, thanks," Megan replied, shrinking as the priest came
near. He put his arm around her. She flinched.
"I can tell you're tired, Megan," Father Edward told her.
"Would you like to come inside for some milk and cookies?"
The mere thought of going inside the rectory made Megan's heart
race faster. Her hands tightened around the handlebars of her
bicycle.
Stuttering, she said, "Um, I, uh, don't know, Father... I..."
Father Edward cut her off. "I insist, Megan. It's the least I
can do since you worked so hard for me all summer." Taking her
by the shoulders, he directed her toward the house. Megan tried
to resist, holding onto her bicycle.
"We can just leave your bike on the porch," the priest said
reasonably. "No one will steal it." So saying he pried the
bicycle from her grip and carried it up to the porch.
Feeling defenseless now, Megan's hands nervously open and closed
at her sides. The priest took her by the shoulders again and led
her up the stairs. Megan felt her body automatically follow him.
They entered the rectory. Closing the door, Father Edward told
Megan, "You know, you're always welcome here. If you want, you
can come by every day after school..."
END
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This was a fun story to write. Please send me your comments. Thanks to everyone who sent me their encouragement.
~Janus
janus_md@hotmail.com
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