My Muse Peggy

I had started working in the shipping and receiving department of a small factory a few months earlier and became good friends with my co-worker, Sam. There were a lot of days when we weren't too busy and if it was nice, we would sit out back and get high.

On one of those days, Sam asked if I would go out with him and a couple of girls. It had been months since I had gotten my dick wet, so I immediately said yes. Then the questions started gelling in mind, like "who."

"Cherise and her girlfriend Peggy," said Sam.

Sam had talked about Cherise since the day I met him. He was obviously in love with her, but I don't think the feeling was mutual. They had dated on and off and I got the feeling she just wasn't that interested in him.

The other warning flag in my head was why did he ask me. Sam had been friends with this large group of characters since kindergarten. I met some of them once at a bar. So why ask me when he had all these other people to ask.

The question I asked: "Is she hot."

"No," said Sam.

"Is she ugly or fat?"

"No, she's rather plain but I think you'll like her. When was the last time you were laid?"

Friday night I headed over to Sam's place. He had a small apartment above a liquor store. We headed over to the bar where we were going to meet Cherise and Peggy. Cherise was hot, easily the prettiest girls in the bar and all dolled up. Peggy was as Sam described her, rather plain, maybe a little overweight with not a bit of make-up. Almost the opposite of Cherise.

We weren't at the bar long before Sam wanted to leave so we all headed back to his place to smoke some dope. Sam and Cherise disappeared into his room a few minutes after we got there leaving Peggy and me sitting on the couch. We were making some small talk until Peggy leaned over and kissed me. Then it was a mad flurry as we removed each other's clothes. Underneath her sweatshirt Peggy was hiding some nice tits and braless. We undid each other's pants, and they were soon around our ankles. I liked Peggy's shaved pussy, and I could already see moisture forming on her lips. Peggy pulled my pants and underwear while holding onto my hardening cock.

"When was the last time you got laid," she asked?

I was embarrassed by her question and more embarrassed about my answer, but I admitted it had been a long time.

Peggy smiled and took my cock into her mouth. God she was good, or maybe it was just so long but either way I wasn't going to last long. I tried warning her I was going to come but she just quickened her pace. Not only that she was desperately trying to work all of my cock into her mouth. When her nose touched my belly, I warned her again, but she didn't stop. As I started coming, she just started sucking harder. It felt like she was sucking my come right out of my balls. No one had swallowed my come before and no one had taken me that deep into her mouth.

Peggy sat up on the couch next to me, still holding onto my softening cock.

"That was fun," she said, "but I think it's time you returned the favor."

I took the hint and started working my way down her body. I loved her tits and had some fun with them before sliding down to her pussy. She was wet, maybe wetter than any girl I licked before. I really didn't have a whole lot of experience, but Peggy guided my head to where she wanted to be licked. She seemed to be enjoying what I was doing when she stopped me.

I looked up and she said, "Put your finger in my ass."

So, I did. I never did that before but how complicated could it be. Peggy began moving her ass and pussy back and forth, forcing my finger deeper into her ass and grinding her pussy onto my tongue. She let out a guttural moan, began shaking and then pushed my face away. I lay back on the floor, trying to get off my knees when I thought Peggy was coming down to join me. But instead, she straddled me and guided my cock into her pussy. She slowly lowered herself onto my cock and when I was all the way in, she started moaning and shuddering. We fucked in every position I ever heard of and a couple of new ones. I think Peggy came four more times before I felt myself getting ready to come.

I was on top fucking her when the birth control question popped into my head, and I stopped.

She looked up at me, read my mind and said, "don't stop, I'm on birth control."

A few minutes later I started coming and Peggy began moaning and shuddering.

We ended up falling asleep on the sofa and somewhere during the night, a naked Cherise was covering us with a blanket. I was thinking Cherise had a perfect body.

Not that I've had a lot of one-night stands, but I always found the mornings awkward. This one was more awkward because I wasn't at my house or her house. After taking turns in the bathroom, Sam announced that he had to take Cherise home and then to work.

Peggy and I decided to walk down the street to a greasy spoon for breakfast. I was looking at the menu and trying to calculate how much cash I had when Peggy read my mind again.

"Don't worry about money, I work here, and everything will be comped."

Over breakfast we told each other about ourselves. Peggy's mother had been a model, not a supermodel or anything like that and her father was a photographer. They both drank themselves out of the business and divorced about a dozen years ago. She was proud to say her father had been sober for ten years although she did not see him often. Her mom mostly waitressed.

I told her my parents were older, it was the second marriage for both, and I was their only child. Both my parents had children from their prior marriages, and I had nieces and nephews. My dad was a long-distance truck driver while my mom was a clerk in a supermarket.

I asked what her long-term plans were, and she said she didn't have any. I was surprised, I mean she was only twenty. Before I could follow-up she asked about my plans and I started telling her I was going to college at night to get my accounting degree, but money was tight, and I would probably be thirty before I was done.

After breakfast, we went back to Sam's place and took a shower. We never got our clothes back on before we were fucking again. Before we started, Peggy handed me a tube of Vaseline. I've read enough porn stories to know where she wanted me to use it. This time went I went down on her clean pussy; I lubed up my thumb and started to work it into her ass. Like a repeat of last night, she had her hands wrapped around my head as she ground her clit against my tongue, she moaned and shuddered, followed by several more moans, an 'oh my god,' and then leg shaking shudder until she pushed my face way.

Peggy was laying back on the couch still moaning and 'oh my gods' as I sat on the floor watching her. I don't think I ever satisfied a woman like that before although it was probably mostly Peggy's steering that satisfied her. I was lost in thought when she straddled me again, guided my cock into her pussy and began a slow fuck. She began playing with her titties, pulling and pinching her nipples.

We were fucking like that when Sam came in. He had a clear view of Peggy's nakedness, and it was obvious what we were doing. Peggy knew he was there but didn't seem to mind. They made eye contact, and I thought for a moment that Sam was going to come over. It looked like Peggy shook her head and Sam went into his room. In my mind, Sam was looking for a threesome and Peggy told him no.

We both came and immediately fell asleep on the couch. I felt Peggy getting up and then I realized she was leaving. She gave me a wave. That was not what I expected, maybe a kiss goodbye or her phone number. The wave left me dumbfounded and that's the way I drove home.

On Monday I asked Sam for more details about Peggy.

Sam said, "Peggy has had a really hard home life. Both her parents were raging alcoholics. Her father disappeared years ago but still keeps in contact with her. Her mother waitresses at a bar that's more of a strip club on Friday nights. There have been rumors for years that she is more of a prostitute then a waitress. I knew some older guys from school who said the three of them bought the mom's services as a graduation present. They also said they asked the mom if they could fuck Peggy too. The mom said okay and they spent the morning taking turns with Peggy. I believe the part about her mother whoring but their story sounds like high school bull shit."

"Have you fucked her?"

Sam looked at me for a long moment, you could see the wheels turning in his head, and then finally he said, "The short answer is yes, but realize that there is a large group of us that have been friends since preschool. Everybody has dated everybody and most of those people have fucked each other. There were times when it caused a lot of hate and fist fights broke out. And that's the reason there are some members of our group we haven't seen in years."

I wanted to ask Sam if he was going to try and join in when Peggy and I were fucking in the living room, but I decided I didn't want to know the answer.

The following weekend I took Peggy out to a movie, and we went back to Sam's place and fucked the night away. When we were done, she politely said she had to leave, got dressed and walked out the door.

It was probably two weeks after the movie that Sam invited me to a house party in his neighborhood. He thought Cherise might go and he had no idea what Peggy was doing. I said yes anyway. This was a house party like no other. The parents of the guy hosting the party had moved out leaving the house to their kid who they couldn't stand and who they felt was a bad influence on their younger children.

We entered through the kitchen where there was a crowd of people gathered around the kitchen table shooting up. Somebody said it was heroin when they offered me the needle. I politely declined. Sam didn't but not until he did a quick tour looking for Cherise. It was the first time I noticed the track marks on his arms. Hell, everyone at the table had track marks, you could barely find a patch of unblemished skin on the host's arms.

Sam quickly slid into the heroin nods, so I grabbed a beer and started exploring the house, hoping to find Peggy. It was a strange group of people. There was this huge albino guy called ghost, and another huge guy called skull because of a large scar around his neck. It looked like he had tried to hang himself. Everybody who wasn't shooting up was smoking pot, either joints or bongs.

I found Peggy in a small sitting room towards the front of the house. She was standing between two guys; one had her sweatshirt pulled up and was mauling her tits. The other guy had his hand under her skirt and her panties were around her knees. They were taking turns kissing her as she stroked their cocks through their pants. I watched for a few minutes, stupidly wondering if this was consensual. The two guys began pushing Peggy to her knees. As they were doing so, she made eye contact with me and gave me a smile. The she turned her attention to the two cocks in front of her. I watched her taking turns sucking off the two men for a few minutes and then went into the other room to find a beer and join the pot smokers.

The scene with Peggy had me disturbed but I didn't know why. We barely knew each other; we spent a weekend fucking each other's brains out and one date. But then she left with barely a goodbye. If you could call her wave a "goodbye." I found Sam again who had passed out where I left him earlier and I decided to leave. As I was walking out the door, Peggy grabbed my arm and asked me to walk her home. Once outside she held my arm like any lovers walking in the evening.

We were a couple of blocks away from the party when I said, "I'm a little confused."

"Are you judging me? You have no right!"

I sensed she was getting ready to start preaching and I interrupted her. "Before we even get to tonight, can I ask you about the first weekend. I thought we hit it off pretty good, I mean the sex was great but then you left without a goodbye."

"What, just because I let you fuck me, I'm obligated to give you a warm kiss goodbye and my phone number?"

This conversation was not going anywhere I had hoped and meekly said, "I would have liked that." I steered her to a bench, and we sat down.

"Listen, I was just trying to do Sam and Cherise a favor last weekend hoping they could reconnect. You're a nice guy, a good-looking nice guy just as Sam described. But nice guys don't bring girls like me home to meet their mothers and I'm okay with that. I'm glad you walked in on me with those two guys tonight so you could see for yourself before you made a mistake."

I was waiting for her to continue, and I realized she was crying. I did what any gentleman would do, I put my arm around her, pulled her close and she nestled her head on my shoulder. Then the floodgates really opened.

We sat there for what seemed like a long time, every time I thought she was settling down she would start sobbing again. Her tears had soaked through my shirt. I wanted to say something, but nothing would gel in my head. We just sat there while I rubbed her back as she cried.

All of a sudden, she stopped and sat up. She looked at my shirt with a look of horror on her face. Then she stood up and started to leave but I grabbed her hand.

"Oh no, please don't walk away from me again."

"What, are you going to be my knight in shining armor?"

"I don't think I could be anyone's knight in armor, but I could be your friend."

"Oh, friends with benefits?"

"How about we forget last two weekends and just start out as friends and see where that takes us."

She stared at me as I held her hands. I expected her to run away. Instead, she looked at my shirt.

"I ruined your shirt," she said. "My house is right over there, let me get you something else to wear."

As we walked to her house, I held her hand. She looked at our hands and smiled. I think it was the first time I truly saw her smile and I realized I could fall in love with that smile. Her whole face lit up.

She saw me smiling and said, "what?"

"You are beautiful when you smile."

Peggy started crying again and she placed her head on my other shoulder as I pulled her close.

In between sobs she said, "only my father has told me I'm beautiful when I smile, and he hasn't said that in years. Who the fuck are you to come into my life like this, tell me I'm beautiful and let me cry on your shoulder, especially after seeing me suck off two guys."

"Maybe I just want to be a friend."

"You should run away now, you don't know how many mistakes I've made, how fucked up my life is, so many things that can't be undone."

"Why don't we grab a cup of coffee, and you can tell me."

She looked at my shirt and said, "Your shirt is covered with my snot, and I can imagine what my eyes look like. Let's go to my house and I'll give you a shirt and make you a cup of coffee."

Peggy lived on the third floor of an apartment building that was barely standing. We entered through the living room with some rundown furniture. Peggy dashed over and shut the door to what I assumed was her mother's room that had clothes and liquor bottles everywhere. Then she took me into her room to find me a sweatshirt. It looked like a little girl's room with pink curtains and bedspread. A handful of ancient stuffed animals on her dresser and posters of old teen heart throbs. It was incredibly neat and a complete juxtaposition to the woman I recently saw on her knees sucking off two men.

We sat down at the kitchen table to drink our coffee and Peggy wanted to know what Sam told me about her.

"I would rather hear it from you," I said.

"Why, so you could feel sorry for me and be my knight in shining armor?"

"You told me I should run away, that you've made too many mistakes, too many things that can't be undone and we came here so we could discuss those mistakes."

"I didn't say anything about a discussion. But you should go first."

I was tempted to say I didn't make any mistakes, but instead I said, "As I said, I am the product of a one-night fling between my mother and father who was her boss at the time. They were both married to other people and had children. My father wanted my mother to get an abortion, but she refused. Their spouses found out about the affair and divorced them. They were hated by everybody involved. My father's children haven't spoken to him since and he's never met his grandchildren. My mother's two daughters went years without speaking to her and she only recently met her grandchildren."

"Maybe not the worst part, but someone told their company, and they were both promptly fired. They were both broke, barely able to live let alone the support payments. They decided to get married, which was a big mistake. My father resented my mother's decision not to have an abortion, losing his $200,000 a year job and forced to live in a slum. He took a job as a long-distance truck driver, and we hardly see him. My parents barely talk to each other when he's home. And I'm sure every time he looks at me, he is reminded of all the things he lost. Your turn."

"My parents met when my mother was on a modeling gig and my father was the photographer. I don't want to oversell it, this wasn't the cover of Vogue or anything like that. They fell in love, got married and had me. I think the drinking started first and then somebody cheated on somebody, and they divorced. Drinking is death to a model's career and the modeling opportunities disappeared. It didn't help my father either, but he sobered up shortly after the divorce. For some reason my mother slapped him with a restraining order, so I don't get to see him much. She throws away any letters or presents he sends."

"My mom ended up "waitressing" at a strip club the next town over. She would always come home with a different guy, and I would hear them fucking. In the morning, I would be eating breakfast across from some stranger who was usually checking out my tits. One of those guys asked me if I was going to be a whore like my mother and if so, I should give him a call. I think I was twelve at the time. And then everything made sense, all the men parading through the apartment, my mother's lack of clothing when they were there, the landlord pulling up his fly when I came home from school."

"The worst was when she sold my virginity to some guy for $1,000 when I was 18. They woke me up in the middle of the night, stripped off my clothes and my mother held my legs apart as he fucked me. She was so drunk she didn't remember it the next morning. The other event I'm sure Sam told you about was the high school seniors who chipped in and bought a night with my mother. In the morning, they offered my mother $500 dollars if they could gang bang me and she said OK. Those are the biggies, there are other things like how I had to watch her suck cock, watch her fuck and watch her getting doubled teamed. She wanted me to be a good cock sucker so I could make any man happy."

"But every girl at that party this evening is a fucking slut. They've all been double or tripled team, licked each other's pussies and everything else you can imagine. The heroin has changed it a bit. Girls can't say no when they are that high and the guys can't say yes. Before the heroin, when it was mostly drinking, those parties normally turned into orgies. The only exception is Cherise which is why Sam is so madly in love with her. I mean she's probably been with every guy there and a many of the woman, but I don't think she ever participated in the orgies. So, she's the good girl and I'm the whore."

"Well, are you ready to run away?"

"Nope," I said.

We sat there looking at each other. I honestly didn't know what to say. The way her mother treated her was shocking and I did feel sorry for her. Was it different then my father pressuring my mother to abort me. A couple of times I thought she was tearing up again.