From: PreteenLover@MailAndNews.com   
      
   Angela the Naughty Altar Girl 2   
   Chapter Two   
   Written by Janus   
   Copyright 2004   
      
      
      
   After my little masturbatory experiment in the church baptismal   
   fountain, I became obsessed with the idea of masturbating in church.   
   Just thinking about what I did, the fluttering water, the intense   
   orgasm, made me tingle with delight. More often than not, these memories   
   made my crotch a little damp and I usually ended up with my underwear   
   pulled around my ankles, touching my little button.   
      
   The next weekend, I went to the church early on Saturday and met with   
   Father Terry. I convinced him I could clean the church alone and that he   
   should stay home and relax. My heart skipped a beat when he said yes.   
   Why not? He had nothing to suspect. I was a very well-behaved and   
   responsible ten year old girl.   
      
   I let myself into the church and made sure to lock the doors behind me.   
   All week long I had been fantasizing about being naked in church again.   
   Relishing the naughty feeling, I quickly stripped off my clothes until   
   my bare skin prickled against the cool church air. I folded up my   
   clothes and put them in a pew.   
      
   I started walking around the church, pretending to be casual in my   
   nakedness. As I said before, I always had a deep yearning to be a   
   nudist. I began my cleaning duties, arranging the hymn books and tidying   
   up the pews. At one point I tried sitting down, wanting to see what the   
   cold pew would feel like against my bare skin. It was neat!   
      
   I continued tidying the pews, naked as a jaybird, my skinny little butt   
   waving in the air every time I bent down to rearrange a kneeler. I was   
   only halfway done with the cleaning when goosebumps started to prickle   
   my pale skin. It was the eternal problem of every nudist! I was getting   
   cold but I didn't want to get dressed. Shivering, I had an inspiration   
   and headed for the church dressing room.   
      
   Returning five minutes later, I was decked out in one of the altar   
   server robes. It was just a full-length robe made of heavy cotton that   
   slipped over my head. It was a compromise since I wasn't fully naked   
   anymore but I had nothing on underneath the robe so the cool air still   
   tickled my young body as I continued cleaning the church.   
      
   My thoughts began to wander as I resumed my mindless tasks. Previously,   
   I always had clothes on underneath when I wore the altar server robes.   
   It really felt much more freeing to be naked underneath. The familiar   
   naughtiness crept back into my mind, making my privates tingle. "If I   
   had shoes and socks on, no one would even know I was naked," I thought   
   to myself.   
      
   Looking back, it was at this point that my fascination with nudism   
   started to take on an exhibitionist slant. I started to imagine what it   
   would be like if I were naked underneath my robe during a Sunday   
   service. I would be fetching the communion hosts and holding the prayer   
   books for the priest in front of hundreds of people who wouldn't know my   
   naughty little secret.   
      
   The thought of being covertly naked in front of so many people really   
   started to turn me on. By the time I finished rearranging the last pew,   
   I was very worked up and more than a little damp in the crotch. I walked   
   to the front of the church and stepped up to the pulpit. The empty pews   
   surrounded me 180 degrees almost but I pretended for a moment that they   
   were full of people.   
      
   The thought of all those eyes watching me made me incredibly horny. My   
   privates were tingling like mad now and my little button was itching to   
   be scratched. Even though I was only ten, I needed relief. Swallowing   
   hard, I had another naughty inspiration.   
      
   The wooden altar table on the pulpit had caught my eye. During mass,   
   Father Terry would lay out the communion hosts and wine chalices on it   
   to bless them. I clambered onto it, straining my arms to pull myself on   
   top of it. Laying down on the altar table, another wave of naughtiness   
   washed over me as I thought about what I was about to do.   
      
   Lying down flat on my back, I started to tug the altar robe up my skinny   
   frame, pushing my butt of the hard wooden surface to allow the robe to   
   slip higher up. When the robe was hiked up to my chest, I took a deep   
   breath and spread my legs to the rows of empty pews.   
      
   The feeling was electric. The cool church air felt like almost breezy   
   against my open crotch, emphasizing the growing wetness in my privates.   
   To this day, my mind's eye enjoys the imagery of that moment: a ten year   
   old girl lying on the altar in a stately church, her hairless pussy   
   facing the rows and rows of pews.   
      
   Except I remember fantasizing that the pews were filled with people.   
   Watching me. Staring at my privates. I felt like such a dirty girl as I   
   reached down between my legs and started massaging my little button. The   
   touch of my hand was a pure jolt of electricity.   
      
   It didn't take long for the good feeling to come that time. I was so   
   turned on and caught up in my exhibitionist fantasies that, for the   
   second time, I had an orgasm in church. I remember the way the hard wood   
   felt against my back and how I was staring up at the high vaulted   
   ceiling of the church when the good feeling crashed into me. My fingers   
   frantically kneaded my little button as I thrust my crotch into the air,   
   spreading my legs even more to the imaginary onlookers in the pews.   
      
   After getting my much needed relief, I lay flat on the altar, exhausted.   
   I always enjoyed that warm fuzzy sensation after the good feeling would   
   come. Like previously in the fountain, the good feeling was   
   exceptionally powerful this time. Sprawled out on the altar with cool   
   church air drying out my slick privates, my young mind started dreaming   
   of more ways I could touch myself in church.   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)