A Virgin’s Celebration At Church [F] 18

For the first 18 years of my life, the church was a place of solemn worship of God. I would always prepare myself spiritually ahead of entering the church, ensuring my prayers and connection with God were sincere and dignified. I would do my best to rid my mind of any ‘bad’ thoughts, and renew efforts of letting go of my desires- to focus on being grateful for everything God has already given me.

However, the recent discovery of my sexuality through a surprise and intense out-of-the-blue orgasm, has made me hyperaware of these desires. There was no turning back. The deep introspection that followed caused my old beliefs system to collapse, giving way for a brand new paradigm to take hold- changing me forever. The lust and sinful acts that would have once given me pause for being “dirty” and “un-Holy” are now the very drivers and motivation for much of what I do.

I have been growing more and more comfortable accepting my ‘sinful’ nature…as I realize I am being labeled and defined as such by a rather flawed moral system. A system based on fear and repression in which humans – like you and I – have put their own interpretation on a divine moral code. Make no mistake, it is also further propagated and enforced by sinners – like you and I- to subject us all to the whims of a system centred around fear, self-deprecation, and hate.

Naturally, the church for me is no longer a place I go to willingly – to pray, be close to God, and repent for my ‘sins’. However, I am obligated to given my very strict and religious parents, and small town I live in. (Trust me, i have tried to get out of it before, and that didn’t go down well). Now, if I have no choice but to comply…I decided I will try to do it on my own terms.

Two Sundays ago was my first attempt at putting my newfound enlightenment in action to make a stand against one of the very symbols of my repression that has caused me to miss out on so much in life, on their home turf- the church Sunday service.

With eagerness and excitement I started getting ready for church early that Sunday, preparing my outfit- a short summery dress that my parents bought without me first trying it on years ago. The dress shows just a little too much cleavage with my boobs having grown a lot since I got it; and with my big booty growing too, the length of it is basically just enough to ensure no one would see any panties (not that I was planning on wearing any), from usual angles during the course of most normal activities. It’s short. The resistance piece in the outfit was not going to be visible though. It was already inside me, a small butt plug I got recently- a small act of rebellion and self-empowerment.

My parents’ reaction to seeing me in the outfit was, needless to say – very hostile. After getting an earful about what others, and God, would say to see me dressed like that anywhere, but especially the church, I was mandated to go change. My parents picked the outfit this time, and I felt I may as well be heading to a funeral at that point. In the end I was punished with no recourse, and had my phone confiscated for a few days because of my attempt.

My rebellion was not completely in vain, getting to attend church like a good girl, pantiless and with my butt plug still inside. As I walked into the church that way, I couldn’t help but be overcome with feelings of triumph and had to try hard not to smile; despite the rather small win compared to what I had originally planned. The service was rather uneventful as my overall mood had changed due to the earlier spat, and all I wanted was to go home.

Fast forward a week, to last Sunday, and things went very different. Armed with knowledge from the previous week, I picked an outfit that would be the minimum acceptable- so I could show off as much as possible without being reprimanded and sent to change again. I chose to wear no panties of course, and to make matters more interesting I decided to go up in size for the butt plug I was wearing. That was the day I first attempted to fit that bigger size, so it was very exciting and stimulating.

At church, the experience was even more invigorating as I could not help but see all the looks I was getting from many of the men. They were looks marked by strong carnal desires and lust. All these Church-goers preaching and claiming repentance and purity, looking at my 18 year old self like a piece of meat they would do anything to get their hands on for a few minutes.

Now, as some of you may know, I love the attention and knowing men want me, which is why I have turned so exhibitionistic of late despite still being a virgin. So all that attention was quickly translating to escalating horniness and wetness for me. I caught myself rocking forward and back ever so slightly as I was sitting down, allowing my upsized plug to move and stimulate all the right spots. I could feel myself getting soaked, making a bit of a puddle underneath me.

Slightly anxious at what the dress looked like given the amount of my juices it was absorbing, I decided to get up and go to the bathroom. On the way there, even more of those looks…some men not even making an effort to hide it as they traced me with their eyes and looked back to watch me walk away… I even caught a glimpse of a guy getting his leg slapped by his wife who noticed it.

By the time I got to the bathroom and closed the door behind me, my warm juices were down below my knee level as I was incredibly turned on. With the door locked, I pulled up my dress and leaned backwards against the cold tiled wall, still standing. I started rubbing myself with my right hand, while squeezing and playing with my breast in my left. I could feel the pressure building up rapidly, more so than ever. I could have chosen to take the leap over the edge at any point and let my body be engulfed in that extremely intense pleasure….but that’s when I remembered – my butt plug has a suction cup at the flared end, and would likely stick to the tile wall surrounding the bathroom.

It was a nearly inhuman and unfair effort to prevent myself from orgasming right then and there, but I wanted this experience specifically to be extra special. I remember struggling a little to pull it out as I was not used to the bigger size and it had been in for a few hours, but eventually I managed to remove it and attach it to the wall. Instinctually I knew what I needed to do, so I started slowly pushing my hips back, letting the plug penetrate my ass like never before. It felt very different with me not controlling it directly with my hands- much more realistic and intense. Soon enough, I was throwing my hips backwards against the wall, getting properly fucked by it. My hand once again dropped down between my legs as I started to simultaneously rub myself…

I have no idea how long I was in there for, but when I got out, I could honestly say that was the first time I saw God.

Flustered, I walked back to my seat and enjoyed the rest of the service, this time unable to hide my smile throughout. Going to church is not so bad after all…

Amen!

Xoxo,
Adeline

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