From: bobandcarole@aol.com   
      
   Story: Angela the Naughty Altar Girl 1 of 3   
      
   by bobandcarole   
      
      
       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.   
      
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       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,   
      
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