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Church and Masturbation

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Forgot about this until I read 'View Up My Skirt'. Thanks Vicky and thanks Solo Touch


I've always been a very sexual AND very spiritual person, and growing up Mormon this supposed contradiction caused me no end of guilt and worry about my soul.

Even though I loved my religion, I hated going to church. Mormon church is split into three hour-long segments: the sermon and two types of Sunday school. I was very shy and not friends with any of the kids in my congregation, so I often went home after the sermon, again causing much guilt.

For about six months I got put in a coed class with four or five girls that were a little younger than me. These were some of the most beautiful and popular in our school, and I was much too shy to talk to them when it wasn't absolutely necessary.

We sat on metal folding chairs around a small room, maybe 10'x10'. The girls sat directly across from me. All of us boys had always leaned our chairs back against them wall, and I didn't thinnk much when the girls did it, until I glanced over. OH MY GOD. I could see up every one of their skirts! Frilly petticoats and white, pink, and yellow panties! For an hour I watched them kick their legs, squeeze their thighs together, then put their chair flat where I couldn't see, only to lean back again a few minutes later.

I raced home and locked myself in my room. I hadn't been masturabting for more than a year, and ever since I had realized what it was I had been trying to quit. Now I was really messed up. Spying on girls and getting erections in church!

This continued every week. I finally struck a deal with myself: I could only look up their skirts if I attended every minute of church. If I broke down and skipped a class I sat to the side where I couldn't see their beautiful panties. My attendance was near perfect those six months, and I was always the first one home but the last to finish changing clothes.

At the time I thought I was being very sneaky in my violation of these girls' privacy, but near the end of the six months one of them said something in class that made it obvious they knew what I was up to. They never stopped doing it, though.



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