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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!”