Lacy Girls: Peggy part one

Peggy was my first.

She was the one I used to explore my depravity, and let's be real, depravity is exactly what it is, acting as my 'Crash Test Dummy' for me to work my pleasures. Originally, the busty methhead wasn't even a consideration when I complied my Wish Lust; I had singled out others I would have enjoyed experimenting on.
My list was comprised of my classmates who were mostly snobby and mean, who treated everyone else badly. I had no intention of revenge or hate for any of them, not even the ones who had tried to degrade me when I was a little girl. I only picked them because they would be the most surprised if I were to actually get them in my clutches, as it were.

Imaging Linda, the snobby girl in my math class, or Shelly the head cheerleader, naked and helpless, writhing and whimpering in delicious pain as I had my way with them, fueled many a night's masturbation session. Of course, I never tried to follow through with my fantasies; as much as I wanted to explore my perverse and depraved desires, I wanted a willing playmate.

I never expected to find someone who shared my proclivities, at least not until college where girls were more willing to be adventurous. But, due to the nature of my peculiar tastes, I was doubtful about even that. I knew it may be a long time before I found a willing subject to explore my sadistic side. And then along came Peggy.

Peggy was the neighborhood meth whore and cum dump, a busty girl with an hourglass body who shamelessly used her body to chase a high. She had a reputation before the meth, which only made her more slutty than before she started using, trading pussy and head first for imagined love, then later for meth.

Everyone knew the stories, boys will always talk, about her. There was the time she engaged in a small Bukkake party with five guys, sucking off all of them just to get high. Another time she let seven guys pull a train on her. One time, desperate for a hit, she let a guy shove a cucumber up her ass in front of a group of his friends. They degraded her but she didn't care because she was getting a hit off his pipe.

I had never considered her because she was so boy crazy and I had never heard of her even once getting with another girl. But after thinking on it, I came to the conclusion that her not exhibiting any lesbian tendencies but being such a shameless slut, especially for meth, showed possibility I could work with. So I devised a plan.

We ran in different circles, but shared mutual acquaintances so our paths crossed occasionally. We never said more than a few words between us but I would seek her out and begin my 'seduction' of her. It was easy to win her friendship, with the help of meth. One night, partying with my dealer, she was trying to score a high but everyone was rejecting her because she was already high and being a nuisance.

I had bought an 8- ball and was doing lines with Dean, my dealer, and a couple others. There were four of us at the kitchen table, but I made five lines. After everyone had done theirs, I beckoned Peggy over. She had been watching us and came running over. After that I always shared what I had with her, slowly giving her more and more, until she expected me to hook her up. I would act like I bought my meth just to share with her, which she ate up, not having a clue what she was about to experience.

Each time I would get her high, I would isolate her from everyone else, whispering conspiratorally with her about how I hated having to share 'our' meth with anyone. She acted like my dope was hers too, calling it ours and I encouraged it. Peggy, when we were together, even began acting like I was her girlfriend, without being too blatant.

One day I scored an 8-ball and smoked a few bowls with Peggy, Dean and everyone else. I had pocketed a big part of the rock, making it seem like we had smoked it all, then bought another 8-ball. I broke out a another bowl, showing Peggy the rock I still had, making her think I had ripped off Dean. I whispered to her we had to go before Dean found out, knowing she would realize I had more that just an 8-ball.

When we were outside I said we needed somewhere we could party without having to share with anyone. She excitedly told me her mom was in Vegas for the weekend with her new boyfriend so we would have the house all to ourselves. I made a joke about how dangerous that might be, that for us to be alone we might get into trouble. As I said it I body bumped her, making sure our breasts touched. Just to get her thinking,I slapped her on her ass and said to get her ass in my car, making her squeal in surprise. It got a quizzical look from her, but I saw her mind working and that was what I wanted.

Inside her house, Peggy nodded at me to follow her up the stairs. I waited long enough to be able to see under her short brown skirt before following her. She looked back and saw me, knowing I had a good view of her panties, then added a little swing as she slowly led me to her bedroom.
Peggy's bedroom was a disaster. There were clothes strewn everywhere, plates and bowls were stacked on her desk and her bed was a mess. It was obvious she was a lazy girl, a slob, but I could work with that. She did a quick clean up, after she straightened out the covers and invited me to sit. Then she saw me takes out my, our, dope and got her kit out of her pantie drawer.
Peggy was tweaking hard already but I put a big rock in her pipe then let her hit it while I made up four fat lines. We shared the pipe; I saw her eyeing the lines eagerly the entire time. I snorted one then let her do one, and was when she asked if I minded if she changed. I told her to go ahead, then leaned back on my elbows to watch.

She went to her dresser in the far corner, keeping her back to me, and pulled off her top and then her bra. She looked back at me and gave a small smile, giving me a quick side-boob shot. She pulled on a t-shirt that barely covered her, then her skirt and her panties came off. She thought she knew what she was in for, but she only knew a fraction.

She walked back over to the bed, naked except for the thin material of her t-shirt. Freed from her bra, her big, heavy breasts filled the front, her hard nipples in plain sight. I watched as she sat down next to me and gently put her hand on my bare midriff. In a shy voice, she told me she had never been with another girl before but had always wondered. I sat up and did my other line then handed her the straw.

She did hers, then as she sat up I grabbed a handful of her hair at the back of her head and twisted her head so she was looking at me. She was caught off guard by my action, her mouth gaping. It gave me an idea so I told her to open wider. She did as I said and I spit in her mouth then told her to swallow it, but she had already done so. I had chosen well.

I let her go and took out a cigarette. Peggy freaked out and said her mom didn't allow smoking in the house. In response I lit it anyways, then watched her scramble to find something for an ashtray, coming up with a bowl. I then told her I wanted a beer and she again said her mom didn't like anyone drinking her beer. I didn't care I told her and she went to get it. She came back and handed me a cold bottle of some IPA crap, but I drank it.

We smoked a little more of what was in pipe. I told Peggy to take off my boots but when she was on her knees in front of me I put a foot against her chest and kicked her on her back. She fell back, her t-shirt hiking up to reveal her trim bush of pussy hair. I put my boot on her cunt, seeing her eyes get big in uncertainty and fear, then began grinding my boot against it.

TBH, it was a little disgusting when she began to write and groan as I smashed her pussy. I thought, damn, she's a nasty slut. Then I stopped, easing off but keeping my boot firmly on her. I leaned over and looked her in the eyes and asked her if she was a nasty pig slut. To my delight, she nodded and croaked out a yes. I made her say it herself and she did.

I let her up and made her crawl up between my legs. I gently eased back a strand of hair away from her face then told her she was going to have to pay me back for all the meth of mine she had done. Then I told her to open her mouth again and spit in it a second time, forbidding her to to swallow it this time. I said she will need the extra saliva if I decided to allow her to eat my pussy. When I said the her eyes seemed to glisten with excitement.

Part Two is coming. Don't judge until you read the ending.

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