Judge, Jury and Jailor

Pegged!

I met my future wife at church, thank you Lord. And she indeed proved to be totally devout, highly disciplined, absolutely conscientious in her moral beliefs and yet shockingly perverse all at once. We’ve been gloriously bonded under the Lord ever since.

“Hi there! My name is Peg. I haven’t seen you here before.”

“No Miss,” I managed to mumble. In fact I was so taken aback by both her beauty and the forward manner in which she approached me that I could barely meet her frank, forthright green-eyed gaze.

Like everyone else she was dressed demurely, but not even a burlap sack could have disguised the devilish desirability of her body. She was wonderfully slender, fit as only a clean-living woman could be, and absolutely beautiful to boot. Though it was pulled back and up her honey-colored hair was fine and shiny and obviously very long. Her face was of course that of an angel. With a supreme effort I kept my eyes from dwelling on her earthly attributes and gazed uncomfortably through those emerald windows to her soul as I stutteringly continued.

“I…I…well I just moved here actually. I’ve been checking out the churches in town, trying to decide on the best one for me. I enjoyed the service, and you’re sure the friendliest person I’ve met so far. Maybe this is it.”

“Oh I’m sure it is!” this Peg suddenly gushed, immediately overflowing with vivacious charm. “Would you like to go to the basement for the after-mass coffee and donuts? Meet some more of the congregation and get acquainted? We’d love to have you here; we’re always eager to add new sheep to our flock!”

Immediately seduced by Peg’s beauty and zeal I quickly agreed.

“I’d love to. Thank you Peg. My name is Mark.” We shook hands, and so began our holy, proper, yet incredibly bizarre relationship.

Peg took me downstairs, and introduced me to the rest of the congregation. We chatted, socialized, and eventually ended up spending the entire day together. She showed me around the town, and we cautiously explored each other’s religious positions. Finding them wonderfully compatible, we made plans to get together the next day for some perfectly innocent bible study.

That’s where things really got rolling. We started with the most famous and popular books of all, 1 & 2 Kings: the story of David. Like everyone else we lauded his military prowess and fealty to God, and agonized over his sexual weakness and carnal sins. Still, who can relive the incident with Bathsheba and not be turned on? I was breathing heavily and Peg had an undeniably healthy flush by the time we were done.

Of course being naturally reticent I never would have acted on this. But suddenly Peg leaned in and kissed me. It was the first kiss of both of our lives, and unbelievably exquisite. We continued kissing for over fifteen minutes, until our mouths finally opened and our tongues touched. Then we drew back at the same time: horny, excited, and yet profoundly confused morally.

“I should go,” I said and Peg agreed.

“Yes, I guess you should. I’ll see you on Sunday, okay?”

“That’s a promise!” I confirmed. Then I beat a hasty retreat back to my apartment. And there, I’m ashamed to say, I lost control of myself. With mad fantasies and ancient scriptures mingling perversely in my head I masturbated to an incredibly intense if undoubtedly evil climax.

Well, to say I was confused was an understatement. How holy could our congress be, if it led me into sin? And yet the stories that titillated us, and the bodies which gave us both such pleasure, all came from the Lord. And truly, our mutual animal arousal was irresistible. We were both virgins, both eighteen and absolutely flooded with hormonal lust. We held hands through the readings on Sunday, gripping sweaty palms ever more tightly, as the pastor expounded upon the more shameful doings of the patriarchs. And afterwards we went straight back to Peg’s place without even any discussion.

There we fell together in a feverish embrace, and spent hours exploring each other’s mouths. And so it went for the next week or two: we met daily under the guise of bible study, poring over the most salacious parts of the Old Testament before making out like the sinful, horny teenagers we were.

Of course this contradiction couldn’t go on forever. Finally our madly lustful bodies forced us to find some compromise between our passionate biblical beliefs and our irrefutable biological needs.

It all happened suddenly, maybe even sinfully. Almost as one we realized our hands were where they shouldn’t be. I was squeezing her breasts as we kissed, and her hand was gripping my erect penis through my thin slacks. Together we drew back from each other, looked each other in the eye, and spoke at once.

“We can’t have sex!”

“It’s not right!”

“I love you but…”

“I’m not ready to get married yet.”

“Me neither.”

“Still I’m so turned on!”

“Me too!”

“So let’s do everything else!” proposed Peg. “Let’s explore each other okay? We both know masturbation is a sin. But there is nothing in scripture about getting each other off! We can make love without really making love, can’t we? We can do everything we want short of masturbation or actual penetration, right?”

Holy God, I was so turned on! I have to confess that I didn’t spare a thought for the theological arguments. I just began ripping off my clothes, and watched avidly as beautiful Peg did the same.

Oh, her slender young body was amazing! Of course as she was the first naked woman I’d ever seen I had no basis for comparison. But her breasts were exceptionally pointy, almost triangular in their slightly side-slung shape. Her waist was tiny, her hips exquisitely curved and her skin without a flaw anywhere. Naked we joined each other on the couch, practically panting with virginal excitement. Tentatively at first we amazingly felt each other all over. Clumsily yet wonderfully we explored each other’s bodies, marveling at every curve and convexity, every silken texture and springy response. Finally Peg shifted atop me, straddling my body as I sat slouched on the couch.

The feel of her warm wet center pressing flat my eager erection was absolutely maddening. She learned forward then, pressing her breasts against my face.

“Suckle me,” she breathed. I couldn’t wait! Immediately I latched onto her like a leech, taking the proffered nipple deep into my mouth sucking it like a starving baby. Alternately licking and flicking, circling it with my tongue and pulling powerfully with my lips I serviced her with desperate fervor and instinctive skill. In response Peg clutched my head to her and moaned with unalloyed joy. Soon she began pumping her hips against me, sliding her vagina up and down the length of my burning prick until my moans matched her own. First one unbearably pointy, resilient breast and then the other I gorged on, gasping uncontrollably whenever she saw fit to pull away momentarily to rub those stiff wet cones back and forth all over my face. Slouched submissively beneath her, at the mercy of her grinding nipples and pumping crotch, I soon felt overwhelmed with arousal. Content, nay even exalted by the way she wantonly used me for her every pleasure I found myself nearly swooning with love and lust for my lovely Peg. Oh I would do anything for her, anything at all! Perhaps perceiving this instinctive servility in the way I slavishly serviced her glorious body Peg eventually took me up on this unspoken vow.

Pulling back she suddenly shoved me sideways down onto the couch. Without a word of warning or request she moved up to straddle my face. Abandoning my painfully straining penis she settled her crotch atop my mouth and issued peremptory orders to me.

“Now my pussy, Mark! Give me oral sex. I want to have an orgasm!”

I tried to oblige, even though I found the taste and smell of her repellent. I lapped madly at her labia, urgently seeking the fabled clitoris. Unfortunately nothing I tried succeeded in bringing her off. Finally she took total charge of the operation.

“Just stick it in me already! All the way!”

Humiliated by my failure, and by the way she was ordering me around, I was nevertheless inexplicably turned on even more by her attitude toward me. My still wet, neglected erection throbbed and waggled of its own accord as I poked my tongue as deeply into her body as possible. Then I burned with an unbelievably compelling mix of devotion, debasement and excitement as she began thrusting against me, riding my face as though it was her own personal plaything.

At last she was getting what she demanded from me. Her moans became soft little cries, then sharp, urgent ones, and finally banshee screams. Humping my outthrust tongue with a mad abandon, she suddenly gushed some noxious fluid into me. I’d had no idea a woman could ejaculate. Yet clearly she just had, as Peg at last slumped back to lie atop me, panting in aftermath.

“Oh, that was wonderful! My first ever orgasm!”

“Is…is it my turn now?” I timidly asked. To my limitless disappointment and chagrin, Peg sighed dismissively and shook her head.

“I’m sorry Mark. I know you feel you deserve one. But the smell of your penis is unbearably revolting to me. I couldn’t stand to have it on my hands or breasts, and if I tried to put it in my mouth I’d surely puke. And I simply can’t let you touch yourself. Masturbation is a sin. But I’ll tell you what: one of my friends told me about a way we can have sex that isn’t forbidden anywhere in scripture. Maybe that will work for you. It’s called ‘pegging’, fittingly enough. We’ll try it tomorrow, and see if it gets you off.”

“Okay Peggy,” I acquiesced, intrigued and disappointed in equal measure. Naturally I was completely perplexed – what possible other way was there to have sex? But then the shining light and love of my life drove these thoughts effortlessly from my mind by shifting up my body and again presenting me with her fabulous breasts.

For the rest of the day then I serviced her as she ordered, my erection a source of constant maddening frustration and my mouth increasingly chafed and fatigued by the endless demands Peg placed upon it. Still I was enormously gratified just to be naked with her, and flattered by the truly outrageous number of orgasms she was able to achieve by using me. When she at last dismissed me – with a final strict admonition not to sin – I went home and collapsed in curiously satisfied exhaustion despite my lack of any climax.

I showed up the next evening just after dinner as ordered, with the tantalizing prospect of spending the night together. Lovely Peg met me at the door naked except for a pair of black, knee-high patent leather stiletto heeled boots, and my jaw dropped and my prick climbed immediately. Greeting my astonishment with a devilish smile and a deep, searching soul-kiss, she then stepped back to let me enter.