Masturbating at Church

I have been a frequent masturbator, as I'm sure many of the readers and authors on this site have been, since I was a small child. I don't exactly remember WHEN I learned that what I was doing was considered masturbation, but I have continued to do it throughout the years, masturbating at least twice a week (more, usually daily).

Two weeks ago, my youth group at church was holding a sleepover...it was for teens, ages eleven through to fourteen, and I knew that a lot of my friends would be going so, of course, I did. Nothing real exciting happened to begin that night, we ate dinner, played a few trust-type games, and hung out a lot.

Around two in the morning however, I felt myself growing increasingly horny. The rest of my youth group members and leaders were asleep, so I snuck off to the bathroom, picked the first stall, and quickly used the toilet. After I had THAT business taken care of, I pulled my pyjama pants, underwear, sweatshirt, and tee off, and immediately began.

I usually like to begin my masturbation experiences with brief nipple activity, so it was not unusual that I started by pinching and twisting my nipples, feeling them twinge as they tried to grow harder. I knew that at any moment anyone could walk in, I was fully aware that it was possible, but I was positive that everyone was fast asleep, so as long as I hurried and didn't make too much noise, I could please myself a bit.

After my nipples were as hard as I could possibly get them (I usually don't lick them, I did a little that night, because I have a hard time reaching them with my tongue for some reason), I shoved my right index finger into my pussy. It was hot and damp, and juices were coming out like there was no tomorrow. I moaned lightly, just enough to excite myself further.

Then I took my left index and middle finger, and gently circled my clit. I had always been too timid to masturbate hard until that night, but I figured, 'What the hell? Maybe it'll wear me out and I'll be good until I go home.'

So I increased the amount of pressure I put on my clit, and started shoving two fingers in and out of my pussy, though I quickly became tired of this. As good as it felt, I like to believe that I prefer clit stimulation above all others.

So there I was, moaning so quietly that I could barely hear it, rubbing my clit harder and faster than I had ever done before. I could feel the juice squirting out of my pussy now, and I reached my right fingers down again to swipe some up. I tasted it, and groaned a little louder.

'Mmm, that's it...ooh, that feels so good. Oh, a little more. Ugh, that's so good. Yes!' I whispered this to myself, over and over, while I rubbed, all the while thinking how completely dirty it was to be masturbating in a church...and loving every moment of it. 'Rub it right there...oh, yeah. Harder. Harder.'

Suddenly, I felt something I hadn't felt before. It was like my whole body was shivering, but it was different. For a few moments, my body was in bliss. Though I had only heard tales of them before, I knew that I had just experienced my first orgasm...and was ecstatic about it.

I wanted to have another one (because it felt so good to me, the orgasm did)...but as I stopped, I realized that I was exhausted. So, with a slight feeling of sadness, I redressed and went back into the room where we were sleeping in, got into my sleeping bag, and fell asleep, dreaming of the first orgasm I'd had, and wondering what the ones to come would be like.

(Needless to say, they've been great...thanks for helping me get there, Solo Touch!)