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Megan Becomes an Altar Girl Chapter 2
Written by Janus
"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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