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Nancy Porter's Journal: 01

By: davidwatts



Based in part on events in the life of a friend... 

My name is Nancy Porter and I'm writing this journal because my therapist said it would be "crucial to my recovery" and anything that might get me out of here quicker is alright by me. Also, I'm considering writing a book about the last couple of years of my life, so maybe I can use this along with my diary. Everybody else seems to be making money off of me, so what the hell? It's not like there are many secrets left.

Unless you've been living in a cave or are an O.J. juror, I know you've heard of me. You're probably sick of hearing about me too, although I kinda doubt it, since I'm still in the top ten of every search engine going. 

My lawyer, Daddy's lawyer that is, says that the offers keep pouring in. Montel, Oprah, 60 Minutes, even Regis and freakin' Kelly, they all want me when I get out of here. I can see it now, having Montel leaning toward me looking all sincere and stunned when I start detailing my story. All the while half the audience is in tears, the other half jerking off like deranged spider monkeys. I think I'll pass on that scene, at least for the time being.

Well, here's the story, up until now. No names have been changed to protect the innocent, because frankly there aren't any, not in this tale. 

Nancy Porter, born in the summer of 1982, the second born of loving parents Miles and Tabitha. I have an older brother, Todd, who is seven years older than me. He went off to college so long ago I hardly remember him. I think he's one of these career college students. 

Then comes the part of biographies that people always skim through so I might as well cut to the chase. I was a reasonably happy kid until I hit my teens. Financially we were pretty well off until my old man hit the jackpot with the tech company he had started up with a friend. Then we were very well off. We had to move to a bigger house, bigger cars, swimming pool, the whole nine yards.

Not so good for me. I was a wallflower to begin with, and now I had to start over in a new place with all new people to meet, which terrified me. I developed a wicked case of acne, probably from nerves. Other girls were developing breasts, I was developing pimples. Boys ran in terror from me. They used to touch me and then touch their friend and run away yelling "Porter's germs no returns." A real fun game of tag, unless your name is Porter.

That wasn't as bad as always being called the carpenter's dream, or being named the President of the Itty Bitty Titty Committee by your classmates. Then as now, nothing going on up there. With all this going for me, I next developed a little speech impediment. Just a little stutter, and I would eventually grow out of it, but just another one of life's blessings.

At 18, everybody was going out on dates, everyone but me. To get boys to like me, I felt I had to make them an offer they couldn't refuse. I became known unofficially as the queen of hand jobs. Any guy that wanted to take me out to a movie or a dance knew they were going to get something out of the deal at least. As for me, I gotta admit that I liked it too. Watching the guys squirm and being the one in control of the situation was a turn-on for me.

I guess word got around fast because I got pretty popular for awhile, so then in addition to the other comments I used to get, I got new ones! It sure was fun walk down the halls of school. It was sort of like running an insult gauntlet. "Boy that Nancy is real handy." "Hey Nancy, do you remember what you did last night, offhand?" "Here comes sticky fingers." "Is that glue?" The hands going up and down while making goofy twisted faces.

That was just the girls. The boys were even worse, especially after I made it clear on dates that there was no going any further than that. When they realized that was it, they told their friends I did the other stuff too, even though I didn't and wouldn't.

After that I closed up shop and turned inward. I hit the books with a vengenance. I never went out unless it was absolutely necessary. My grades skyrocketed and suddenly I found myself in an accelerated program which would get me out of high school when I was sixteen and into college. I taught Sunday School at our church and was a volunteer at the hospital. No proms, no dances and no fun. Did I miss something? I'm sure I did.

Fast forward to my sophomore year in college. It was easy to fast forward through because it was mostly blank. Grades: excellent. Friends: still zero. There were a few people who would talk to me, but it seemed I would alieniate most people with some cryptic remark at some point.

As far as boys go, forget it. By now my skin had cleared and I didn't usually stutter, but I was still a basket case. I had a couple of guys take me out from college and both were disasters.

My problem is that I'm flatchested. Not small breasted, there's a difference. My breasts, if I could be so bold as to call them that, well I think most people have seen me on the internet by now. If you haven't, go to the produce department of your local grocery, grab a lime and cut it in half. Make sure it's a small lime. There they are! 

My mother asked me what present I wanted for my eighteenth birthday. "Breast implants" I stated without hesitation. She suddenly got all nervous and giddy, clucking and running around the kitchen straightening things that weren't messy.

"Oh that's silly, Nancy" she said while dusting some air. "You're just a late bloomer, I know I was. Besides, you don't want someone to just be interested in you because of your chest." Then she ran out of the room, probably ready to faint. I got a brand new Toyota Accord for my eighteenth birthday.

My father was not there for the unveiling, but then again when the hell was he ever there? Mom took me into the garage and was beaming when she turned on the light to show me the shiny red car with a big ribbon and bow on it,

"What do you think of that, honey?" giving me her patented bridge club president smile while she handed me the keys. I didn't stick around to see her face after I handed her back the keys and told her that "I asked for tits!"

I took the car, of course, but it was the truth. I even considered trading the car in for the money, until I found out that the title wasn't in my name. They kept that in their names "for insurance purposes only, but of course it's all yours!" they assured me.

Dear old mom did take me to a swank custom undergarment shop shortly afterward. She was going to help me "accentuate the positive" with the help of these caring professionals.

After we went in the back of the store and I had stripped to the waist for the matronly women to measure me, I saw my mom looking around the corner. When she saw me standing there topless, both literally and figuratively, the expression on her face was priceless. I think at that moment she wished they hadn't gotten me the car. Apparently Mom thought I was keeping my goodies underwraps all these years. How could you not know, after all we were under the same roof my entire life! 

They fit me in a whole bunch of new bras there. I wasn't really a 32A, I was told. I was a 34A. Whoopee, my back had grown. The bras they ended up giving me were so outrageously padded they looked like quilts. Mom plunked down almost three hundred dollars for the crap and we left. In the car, Mom was really serious for quite a while until she finally blurted out that she would talk to Dad about my getting "that operation you had discussed."

All this bullshit and all I had to do was show her my tits? Hell, I would have walked around the house naked for a year if that was all she needed.

Well, one night shortly thereafter the old man came home, accidentally I guess, and I heard them arguing about something. Since they seldom argued (or talked or anything, how they had two kids is beyond me) it had to be about me.

The next morning Mom gave me the bad news. Dad said no. He's old fashioned. He thinks it's unnatural. It would attract the wrong type of men. What would the neighbors say if I started walking around with breasts? The church elders wouldn't let me teach Sunday School. I look so beautiful as I am.

The Porter's were big on what other people thought. Keep the family name spotless. Don't shame the family. Well, as far as I was concerned, I didn't give a rat's ass about that kind of thing. Besides, when you looked around at other families all you saw was their kids getting locked up, knocked up and fucked up. I was a saint compared to most of them. 

Mom said that someday down the road, when I was not living at home and paid for everything myself, Dad had said he would permit me to go through with the operation if I wanted. Well, wasn't that sweet of him? I knew I wasn't going to win so I dropped it, although I have to admit that I was proud of Mom for actually trying to stand up for me. She was usually so Stepford about everything.

During the first semester of my junior year, one of my professors started being very friendly to me. Professor Martin was an older man, probably around sixty. He would always make a point of praising me after class, and wrote complimentary things on papers I turned in.

Well one day I was walking through the campus in my usual manner, my head down, not making eye contact with anyone, books held tight against my chest. I think there was a character on the old Saturday Night Live reruns that looked just like me. I think Gilda Radner used to play her, a total nerd. I didn't notice that Professor Martin was standing in front of me and I almost crashed into him.

"I'm sorry Nancy, I didn't mean to startle you. I thought you heard me call to you."

"Oh, I was probably daydreaming, Professor Martin. My fault."

"I was wondering if you would be interested in a part time job of sorts. I have a couple of Yorkshire Terriers who get crazy when no one is around. One of my neighbors has been complaining about the barking. I need someone to spend Friday nights at my place dogsitting, I guess that's what you would call it. If you wouldn't want to, I certainly understand, but maybe you would know someone that would be interested. I know friday nights are a big night out for you young people."

I resisted the urge to laugh at that and told Professor Martin that I would love to do it. Hey, score some points with the guy. It might make the difference between a 3.9 and a 4.0 in the end.

He sounded excited that I had agreed to do it and gave me directions to his house. I told him I would be there at 7 that friday. No more being alone on friday nights. Now I would get to listen to a couple of yapping dogs.

Friday night rolled around and I drove over to his house. It was clear on the other side of town and I got nearer I could see that this neighborhood was just as upper class as ours was, mostly huge Colonials that went for close to a million. There must be a lot of money in teaching.

As I pulled up the long two car driveway to his house, I began to get an unsettling feeling. What if this guy was going to try to cozy up with me? What would I do? He wasn't a bad looking guy, I guess. Professor Martin looked a little like the Skipper on Gilligan's Island only not as fat, but I wasn't interested in him like that at all. On the other hand, being Mrs. Martin in this house might not be too bad a gig, I laughed to myself. That was silly. There was no way he would be interested in me.

Professor Martin was waiting at the door when I arrived. He looked really neat, wearing a sharp looking tuxedo, and I told him so.

"Thank you thank you, Nancy!" he exclaimed, ushering me into the impeccably decorated house. "You're right on time! Monica? Monica, Nancy's here!"

We entered the kitchen area looking for Monica, whoever that was. When we found her, I felt incredibly stupid about even entertaining the thought that Professor Martin was trying to get into my pants. This Monica was a knockout!

"Dear, I'd like you to meet Nancy. She's one of my most brilliant students. Nancy, this is my wife, Mrs. Martin."

Mrs. Martin greeted me warmly with a big smile that was so bright it lit up the room. We shook hands and I walked along with her as she showed me where everything was. She had a trace of an accent that I couldn't quite place and spoke in a very stately kind of way. I could not take my eyes off of her. This was the kind of woman that, when she entered a room would get everyone's attention. Mrs. Martin was about five foot eight, a little taller than Professor Martin, and about a half foot taller than my five foot two. 

Mrs. Martin had radiant long blonde hair that cascaded softly over her tanned shoulders. She had big blue eyes, magnificent cheekbones and her complexion was absolutely flawless. She was wearing a stunning black cocktail dress that barely contained her breasts, which threatened to explode out of the low cut front. 

If Professor Martin was about sixty, I guessed Mrs. Martin couldn't be more than twenty five. How in the world did he manage to catch her? She was stunning. If he was the Skipper of Gilligan's Island, then Mrs. Martin was Ginger, in an even more stunning and more voluptuous package. 

Mrs. Martin showed me around the house, giving a few instructions along the way. She led me to the refrigerator, opening it wide. She put her hand on my shoulder and told me to please make myself feel at home and eat and drink anything I wanted.

I met the dogs, Ziggy and Roy, who barked at me with mindless excitement. Professor and Mrs. Martin then left for the evening, saying they would be home by midnight. 

All in all it was a pretty decent night. The dogs were okay too. They played, ate and shit and were kind enough to go to sleep pretty early so I could study the rest of the night.

Professor and Mrs. Martin got home just before midnight and we exchanged pleasantries. The professor looked tired but Mrs. Martin looked just as fresh and gorgeous as she did when they had left.

"Nancy, come upstairs while I write you a check. I hope a check will be alright, Nancy?" the Professor asked.

I told him that would be fine and followed them up the stairs. I waited in the hallway outside the door of his study while he hunted for his checkbook.

"Monica, have you seen the checkbook?" Professor Martin called out.

Mrs. Martin asked him if he had left it on the console of the car.

"Oh that's right, my old age is creeping in fast. I'm so sorry. I'll be right back, Nancy."

I waited out in the hall as Professor Martin walked slowly down the stairs. I heard some muttering and then Mrs. Martin called out "Nancy dear, are you still out there?"

I walked toward the voice down the hall. "Yes Mrs. Martin?" She was in what must have been their bedroom, standing in front of dresser. She was reaching back behind her head trying to undo the back of her dress.

"Nancy, would you help me get this thing undone? I think it's stuck."

I walked into the room and began to try to get the zipper started. It seemed to be caught in the fabric. Mrs. Martin was holding her hair up to keep it out of the way and that was really distracting me as well. 

Her arms were beautifully toned and shapely, almost bordering on muscular. They were perfectly smooth except for just the faintest trace of very fine blonde down on her biceps and upper arms. I looked over Mrs. Martin's shoulder at the mirror we were standing in front of. Even her underarms were stunning, deep and impossibly smooth hollows faintly glistening with perspiration.

I glanced up and saw that Mrs. Martin was watching me examining her, which didn't seem to phase her in the least. I didn't blame her, in fact she was probably used to it. Man, if I looked like that people could stare at me all they wanted. 

"Boy this thing is really stuck, Mrs. Martin," I told her, trying to get my mind back to the task at hand. I tugged at it a few more times before it finally came loose.

"Ah, there you go. Thank you so very much Nancy. You're a lifesaver."

I tried not to look as she stepped out of the dress but couldn't help myself. Mrs. Martin was wearing a black strapless bra which did very little to conceal a pair of breasts that did not seem genetically possible. Matching black panties and not surprisingly, didn't she have the most shapely legs imaginable?

I forced myself to turn away and started walking out the door, because I was starting to feel really weird at this point. As I neared the door Mrs. Martin called out to me. I turned around and Mrs. Martin had taken off her bra and was facing me. I forced myself to look her in the eyes, which was damn near impossible with those incredibly large, firm breasts looking back at me.

"Please call me Monica, won't you Nancy? I think we're going to become good friends, you and me."

I said that was great and I'd like that. Behind me Professor Martin cleared his throat.

"Here you go Nancy. Oh, this must be a little girl talk going on here. I don't want to get in the way of that." the Professor said laughingly.

I laughed and took the check, thanking him, thanking them both actually, and walked down the hall. Professor Martin followed me down the stairs and to the door, turning the outside light on as I grabbed my books.

"It was wonderful of you do this for us, Nancy. It was so nice to be able to go out and relax knowing the place was in such good hands. Next week, will that be okay?"

I told him that would be fine and headed for my car. I hadn't even looked at the check till then and I was shocked when I saw it was for fifty dollars. Hey, that was easy money. In addition, I had a friend now in Monica, and everybody needs a friend, don't they?

When I arrived at home I went right to bed but had trouble getting to sleep. I kept rehashing the night in my mind, the part in Mrs., I mean Monica's bedroom. Part of me realized that something was going on, something I couldn't quite get a handle on. It was almost like I was being seduced or teased in some way. Why on earth would they be doing that to someone like me? 

Then I figured it had to be my imagination. I finally met people that seemed to like me and here I was finding ways to put them down. I put that all out of my mind as best I could. What I couldn't put out of my mind was Monica. The way she looked, the way she smiled, the way she smelled, the way she touched my shoulder when she showed me around the house. 

I mostly thought about the way she looked, and as my hand slid down under the elastic of my pajama bottoms, my imagination concocted a scenario quite different that what had really taken place in that bedroom just an hour ago. After I was through, sleep came to me much easier.

In the next journal entry, the friendship becomes much closer. 

Nancy Porter's Journal: 02



Nancy's Journal continues.....

After Professor Martin's class on Tuesday I went up to his desk as everyone else filed out.

"Well Nancy, are we still set for Friday night?"

"Oh yes Professor Martin, I'll be there. How's Ziggy and Roy doing?" I inquired.

"Oh they're fine, fine. I'm sure they miss you. You seemed to hit it off with them quite nicely. They can be a handful sometimes."

I told him that they were great and then after a brief silence, innocently asked how Mrs. Martin was.

"Oh she's fine too. She really had some nice things to say about you, Nancy. We haven't always been very lucky when we've tried to have other young people watch the dogs.. Monica was quite impressed with you though. She did say that you could call her Monica, didn't she?"

I nodded affirmatively.

"I thought so. That's good. Since we're becoming friends it seems silly to be so formal. When we are outside of class, you don't have to call me professor. Feel free to call me Richard outside of here if you'd like."

I told him that would be fine by me.

"Good! You'd better be formal around here, however. We don't want to give others the wrong idea, do we? We don't want to make the boys in class jealous."

He chuckled while patting my hand gently.

Making the other boys jealous was not likely, I assured the professor, and I headed out to my next class. He was a very nice man and I couldn't wait for Friday.

I got to the professor's house right on time Friday evening. Professor Martin was dressed in a tuxedo once again. Monica was wearing a dress a little similar to the one she wore last week, except this was a brilliant red, and the neckline was a V instead of a scoop. This dress showed less of her breasts but this one really emphasized her cleavage, which was as lush and deep as you would expect. She looked even better than she did last week and that was not humanly possible, or at least that's what I had previously thought. 

I ran the dogs around outside to try and tire them out. It seemed to work pretty well and soon after they had a little snack, they shuffled off to their beds. I grabbed a soda from the refrigerator and cracked open a book to get studying. 

I found it tough to focus on studying though, and soon put down the book and decided to do a little exploring. The door that seemed to go downstairs to a den of sorts was locked, which I thought was a little strange. I decided to go upstairs and do a little snooping.

Hey, it's a babysitter thing. It's only natural to be curious and, dogs or babies, what was the difference? I prowled through the library, scanning some of the shelves of books in the massive collection they had. 

Next stop, master bedroom. The room still had the faint scent of Monica's perfume hanging in the air. They had two spacious walk-in closets and I ducked in and out of the professor's closet quickly before stopping by Monica's.

I flicked on the light and looked down the rack of clothes. It seemed like it was all really expensive designer label stuff, really tasteful things. I went down to the end and saw the black dress she had worn last week. I pulled it off the rack and brought it out into the bedroom.

I held the dress in front of me and looked at my reflection. I didn't quite carry it off like Monica did, that was for sure. It hadn't been dry cleaned yet, so I thought that maybe she was going to try and wear it again since it was still perfectly clean. The only way I could tell it had been worn was when I put the fabric to my face and took a deep whiff, inhaling the sweet smell of perfume, deodorant, and Monica.

I returned the dress to its place in the closet and after looking through the rest of her wardrobe, came out to rummage around her dresser. Usual woman stuff, all top shelf of course. 

I opened a couple of the drawers before coming to her undies. I took out a couple of pairs of her panties and checked them out. Gorgeous stuff, and I could probably fit into those. I came across the bra drawer and pulled out a lacy black number.

Monica's bras were mostly industrial strength types, probably because it took quite a lot to support those babies. I checked the tag on the back of the elastic. 42DD, good grief! I held it up in front of me. What must it be like to walk around filling up one of these!

Just for fun, I put the bra on over my blouse and hooked it up, checking my reflection in the mirror. It hung absurdly on me. You could put footballs inside those cups easily, I figured. I looked like one of those people wearing clothes they wore before they lost tons of weight.

I folded it up carefully and put it back just as I found it. I didn't want them to think that I was some kind of lowlife that snooped through their stuff when they were gone, even if I was.

I went back downstairs and spent the rest of the night studying. The Professor and Monica came back shortly after midnight, both looking beat. This week there was no peep show from Monica, which I would have liked. Professor Martin wrote me a check for fifty bucks again, and that was it.

This time Monica walked me to the door and after turning on the outside light walked with me to the car, asking me how the night went and things like that. I got to my car and Monica mentioned that it almost matched her dress, which I guessed it did, sort of. After checking to see that I would be back next week, she told me to be careful, thanking me profusely. Then suddenly she gave me a little kiss on the cheek while squeezing my shoulders.

In a flash she was gone, and I stood there in shock. I know it was only a little peck on the cheek, but it took by surprise. I managed to get the car door open and tried to put the key in the ignition. This was crazy! My hand was shaking so badly I couldn't put the damn key in! It took what seemed like an eternity of ramming the key around to finally manage the task.

I took a deep breath and composed myself enough to drive home. My heart was still pounding like a jackhammer when I pulled into my own driveway ten minutes later. In bed a few minutes later, I knew full well that sleep would not come without releasing some pent up emotions, shall we say.

This time I had something more tangible to visualize as my pajama bottoms came down. The vivid memory of Monica's soft kiss on my cheek and the press of her breasts against me all were all I needed this time to send me on my way.

Next week could not come quick enough to suit me. In Professor Martin's class I looked at him but thought of Monica. This was getting stranger all the time. I'm nineteen, halfway to twenty, and I've got a crush on someone. A woman, for crying out loud!

In the interest of full disclosure, I confess that this was not the first time this had happened to me. In addition to the usual crushes on various boys over the years, none of which were mutual, may I add, there had been one time that I had a thing about a girl in my neighborhood. I had thought she was the most beautiful creature in the world too at the time. She was an attractive girl but was nowhere near Monica's league. To be fair who was? Nothing ever came of it of course. 

I had a lot of questions about my own sexuality my entire life. Was I a lesbian? I didn't know. Maybe I was asexual, because I wasn't doing anything worthwhile with either gender. I had even gone to one of those Gay and Lesbian Youth meetings on campus last year. I kept walking past the building because I was afraid to be seen going in. Then I finally got up the nerve to slither in and I lurked in the back of the hall for a few minutes. Then I spotted a girl from one of my classes in there and I bolted out of there like a jackrabbit. Typical me.

Friday came around and it was a real nasty night. The wind was howling and it was raining sideways, which made for a slow drive. I got there just in time, and got my usual instructions. Monica already had her coat on so I didn't get a fashion show this time, but she was beautiful regardless.

It was tougher to tire Ziggy and Roy out inside, and we all got wet later because there are only three certain things in life; death, taxes and you know what. It was thunder and lighting galore as well, which made them even more freaked out than usual, but they finally settled down and called it a night.

I didn't feel like studying again, and when I was looking around the living room, saw a large green photo album. Nothing more boring than looking at pictures, at least that's what I had always thought. The front cover was a big picture of Monica standing in what looked like a den. She was wearing a dark blue business suit, which made her look very professional. On the end of the binder it was simply labeled Monica 1.

I took it over to my usual spot in the corner of the couch and opened it up. Monica must have been a model at some point, because all of the photos were glossy 8X10's and looked like they were taken by a professional. The first few of pictures were very similar to the cover, but then the pictures became progressively racier. 

The third picture was Monica in a bikini on the beach, a skimpy white number that she was hanging out of. Next came a picture of Monica facing the ocean, with the top of her bikini in her hand. Oh baby, this is getting good, I mused, and hoped she would turn around next.

She turned around alright, that and more. The next picture was the same pose only turned around and naked. Her breasts were like torpedos, her rose colored nipples taut. Monica must have gotten a Brazilian wax, because she had only a thin strip of golden blonde hair between her legs.

The pictures became more graphic, nothing really gross or anything, but there was nothing left to the imagination, that was for sure. Then at the end of the book there were two pictures that were much different.

Monica was standing sideways and was facing another woman, who was about her height but with average sized breasts and black hair. They were both naked and stood so close that their breasts were touching, and they were staring into each others eyes.

The last picture had the same black haired woman facing the camera with her arms upraised. Monica was standing behind the woman and was embracing her, her hands cupping the woman's breasts. The other woman's head was tilted back and her eyes were rolling upward.

What did I feel? A whirl of emotions starting with disgust, followed by discomfort and finally envy. The other woman seemed to be in ecstasy as Monica held her breasts tightly while Monica stared placidly over the woman's shoulder. How I wish that was me in that photo, even if I had next to nothing for Monica to hold. 

My hands were soon unbuckling my jeans and sliding them just a little bit down. My hand slid quickly under my panties, fingers probing impatiently. I was dripping wet, which made it easy. It didn't take long for me to have a raging orgasm right there and then, all the time staring as if hypnotized by that incredible picture. It took me a little longer to come the second time, but it was even more intense than the first one.

When the Martins arrived home at their usual time, I tried to act as if nothing had happened, breathlessly yakking about everything under the sun. Monica went upstairs right away this time so I got no kiss or hug, and no walk to my car either, as it was still raining. I did get my fifty dollars and was already looking forward to next week. 

I didn't know then, but this was likely to be the last enjoyable week I would have in my life.

* * * * *

next....Nancy gets a rude awakening



Nancy Porter's Journal: 03



Nancy's third journal entry...

Black Friday, that's how I eventually ended up referring to it, started out like the previous ones. There was a lot of activity taking place in our house for once. Seems that Mom and Dad were actually going out that night, which was rare. They knew where I was going, as I had filled them in on it when it began.

My parents thought it was a great idea, my dog sitting for Professor and Mrs. Martin. Mom thought it was nice that I was getting along with them so well and developing friendships. Dad was the more pragmatic one as usual, and he thought it wise to get in tight with a respected professor and use the contact for future gain. I thought that they were both right in their own ways. I guess it turned out we were all wrong.

I struggled to try and get my hair looking presentable. I really wanted to do something with it, maybe change the color from mousy brown to something more dramatic, blonde like Monica's perhaps. I really couldn't see myself as a blonde, but maybe changing the style or the cut was the answer. Looking at my reflection in the mirror, it didn't seem like there was much that could be done to salvage that mess.

I put a little makeup on the faint acne scars on the cheeks to cover them up. At least my skin was a lot better than it used to be. Monica's skin was so flawless. I realized that I had been thinking about Monica with everything I did and every move I made. I think I had become almost obsessed with her at this point.

I put on a little lip gloss and took a belt of mouthwash and was out the door. I didn't want to be late, because it seemed like Professor Martin was the punctual type. 

During the drive over I tried to picture what Monica would be wearing that night. I also knew that after the Martins left I would be looking around for more of those photo albums of Monica. The album I had seen last week had been labeled number one, so hopefully there were others. I had not been able to get the images of those photos out of my mind all week, nor had I tried. I wondered if they would notice if I took one of the photos and had a copy made of it. 

I pulled into the driveway five minutes before seven and hustled up to the door. Professor Martin opened the door just before I knocked and welcomed me in. He was dressed very casually, just a regular shirt under a corduroy jacket, sort of like what he wore at school.

"Professor Martin, where's the tuxedo?" I inquired with a smile. He had been dressed formally the last two weeks and I had always commented on how sharp he looked.

"Change of plans, change of plans my dear" Professor Martin chuckled while ushering me down the hall. "Something came up and instead of cancelling out on you I thought it would be nice to have you come over anyway. That way we could spend some time together, that is if you wouldn't mind spending the evening with a couple of old folks like us."

I didn't mind, but it seemed a little weird. Why would they want to spend an evening with a geek like me. I hadn't seen Monica yet so I offered to run the dogs around for awhile outside. The Professor said that was a wonderful idea so out we went, Ziggy and Roy leading the way. After about a half hour of that they seemed to have had enough so I brought them back in and gave them their treats. That usually did the trick and put them out of commission for the rest of the evening.

Professor Martin appeared and asked me to follow him. He led me down the hall and through the door that had been locked before, and down a few stairs. For a minute I was afraid. Where was Monica? Where were we going, to some kind of dungeon or something? We turned the corner and entered an incredible room, a den of sorts. There was a giant screen set up almost like a theatre, carpeting so soft you could sleep on it, and a full bar in the back. And at the bar was Monica.

Monica was standing at the bar with a drink in her hand. She called out my name and walked toward me. She wasn't wearing any evening gown that night. She was wearing a bright outfit consisting of socks, shorts and a tank top, all in matching soft pink, and it was obvious that there was nothing underneath that top either.

"Nancy, how wonderful it is to see you again!" Monica gushed while embracing me, her breasts practically surrounding me. "Come have a drink. What can I make for you dear?"

Good question. I'm not old enough to drink, and while that doesn't mean I haven't snuck a few out of the home bar, I still didn't have much knowledge of alcohol.

I finally blurted out what my mother always drank, "Vodka and tonic I guess Monica." 

"Great choice" Monica announced. "That's what I'm having. Coming right up!"

With that Monica wiggled behind the bar and began pouring things. I turned to face Professor Martin because I realized I was staring way too much at Monica, and started asking him questions about school.

"Let's take the night off from school, Nancy. We need to relax and enjoy ourselves, get away from the rat race," Professor Martin said, smiling.

Monica came over with the drink and we chatted a bit about weather and stuff. I figured this must be what adults do at a cocktail party. I took a big gulp of the drink Monica made me. It was strong and burned my throat a little going down, making me gasp a bit. I was very nervous and it showed. It was hard work trying to not look at Monica in that pink outfit, so I concentrated on the drink and it was gone in minutes.

Monica noticed my empty glass and took it from me. "Wow, that was quick! I take that as a compliment to my bartending skills. Here Nancy, let me make you another." 

Before I could protest, Monica was back behind the bar mixing away. I made a note to myself to drink the next one slower, because I was already feeling a little woozy from just that one drink.

Monica was quickly back with drinks for both of us. Professor Martin asked if we would like to watch some movies, and walked over to the seats in front of the huge screen. Monica put her arm around my shoulder and walked me over to join her husband. When Monica's hand first touched me, I felt the crackle of a little static electricity which startled us both and made us laugh.

Professor Martin was at the one end of a kind of love seat that was stationed directly in front of the screen. Between the love seat and the screen was a coffee table with a bunch of remote controls on it.

"Come join me ladies," Professor Martin said cheerfully. "Here Monica, have Nancy sit in the middle so we can both enjoy her."

I got put in between them, which I thought was more than a little strange. It seemed that the couch would be a tight fit for three people, but it was roomier than it had appeared, and very comfortable. Professor Martin was playing with some buttons and suddenly things started happening. The lights dimmed a little and the screen came alive with an image of wildflowers in a field, a gently breeze making them sway ever so slightly. What dazzling color! The audio system was amazing as well, its crystal clear sound seeing to come from all around us, with an orchestra playing a Strauss waltz. Not exactly my choice of music, but impressive sounding nonetheless.

I felt Monica's hand fall lightly on my arm. There was no static electricity that time, but my heart skipped a beat anyway.

"Richard loves to play with all those gadgets and things. Why don't you tell me about yourself Nancy" Monica said. "I know so little about you. How old are you dear?"

"Nineteen. I'll be twenty pretty soon."

"Still a teenager, how much fun that is! Do you have a boyfriend?"

I shook my head and took another sip. "No, I don't. Uh, they don't seem too interested in me."

"Oh, that's a shame, you're such a lovely young woman. That's their loss. Oh, then do you have a girl friend?"

I choked on my drink and started coughing.

"Nancy, are you alright?" Monica asked.

"Sorry, went down the wrong pipe I guess" trying to regain my composure.

Professor Martin hit another button and asked if we would like to see some home movies, and with that the screen began showing Ziggy and Roy playing in the back yard. Monica put her hand on my leg and whispered that she didn't mean to embarrass me before. I assured her she hadn't. The hand stayed on my thigh.

Then the screen lit up, showing someone throwing a ball to the dogs. It was me. That was weird, how did they take that movie? Then I realized that it was from a couple of weeks ago. I was wearing the same jeans but a long sleeved yellow top instead of the short sleeved blue blouse I had on now. I felt weird being up there on that huge screen, and thought I looked like a dork. I was only grateful they didn't show me scratching my butt or picking my nose, now THAT would be gross.

Monica took her hand off my thigh and put it gently on my arm. I felt the hair on my forearm stand straight up, goose bumps racing up my arm and down my spine. "You get along so well with the dogs, Nancy" Monica gushed.

I looked down at Monica's long slender fingers, their bronze color in stark contrast to my pale skin. Monica had shifted around and her thigh was resting against my leg. I wished I hadn't worn jeans because if I was wearing shorts too our bare thighs would be rubbing against each other. I tried to imagine how that would feel as I took another sip.

All of a sudden Professor Martin then got into the act by putting his hand on my other leg, squeezing my thigh gently. The ice cubes began chattering in my glass because my hands were trembling. What was going on here? I didn't know if I was turned on or terrified. Maybe both.

"I think this video gets more interesting very shortly," Professor Martin announced, in what was to be the understatement of the year. The scene changed to what looks like the Martin bedroom. The camera must be on the dresser. There's Monica, wearing that black evening gown.

She's trying to unhook the dress and she's calling out. Then I come into the picture. This was taken that first night I was here! There I am trying to fix the zipper behind her. Would it possible for anyone to be drooling and panting over Monica any more blatantly than I was? It was so obvious! All there in way too clear living color, and almost life-size to boot. I felt my face begin to turn crimson at this point.

Monica's hand kept stroking softly up and down my arm, while her husband continued to rub my thigh. Me, I was about to faint.

"That was nice of you to help Monica," Professor Martin said, "although you did seem somewhat distracted. Oh wait, I think there's more."

That scene blacks out and then we're back in the bedroom again, and Monica is gone. All of a sudden, here I come out of the blue holding Monica's dress in front of me, staring right at the camera. 

This can't be happening, I remember thinking. Just a nightmare, time to wake up. There I was prancing around with the dress in front of me, and now I'm inhaling deeply around the neck and the armhole of the dress, with a wistful look on my face. I feel tears start welling up in my eyes and I can't control my hands, which are turning my ice filled glass into a dinner bell. Monica takes the drink from my hand and sets it down.

The movie is on pause, I notice, and now it starts playing again. I know what's coming but cannot believe it anyway. I'm shown rummaging through her underwear drawer, but you can't see what I'm doing because the camera is facing the room. Professor Martin stops the video again.

"Hmmm, I can't see what it is you're doing there Nancy. Would you mind explaining? What exactly are you looking for my dear, money or jewelry?" he asked with a touch of anger in his voice.

"NO!" I blurted out loudly as the tears rolled down my face. "I'd never steal anything from anybody! I...I.. I..was just looking at things."

My old speech impediment was coming back in all its glory by now.

"Well, let's see what it is you're looking for then."

Back to the action and there I am holding up Monica's bra in front of me, looking at the size tag and then holding the thing in front of me. I felt stupid at the time I was doing it, it looks even worse watching it. My stomach is doing somersaults by this point and I want to run out the door and never come back. Except I didn't. The video is stopped with me standing there with that oversized bra hanging on me.

Monica's hand continues softly stroking my arm. Professor Martin's hand comes up and cups my right breast. All I can do is look down and watch his long wrinkled fingers kneading me through the garments. Monica's hand was softly caressing, her husband's hand probing roughly.

"Monica's brasierre seemed to be a bit large for you there doesn't it, Nancy?" Professor Martin said, and chuckled while his hand started groping with real fervor. 

"You are under there somewhere I hope, Nancy" Professor Martin said sarcastically, as his hands probed through the fabric of my blouse and the thick padding of that goofy bra Mom got me.

"Richard, don't be like that!" Monica scolded him. "I think Nancy is lovely!"

"I meant no harm, dear, she just seems to be ... oh well, never mind. Nancy, are you a lesbian?"

"No! I...I...I... mean I don't think so. I...I... I don't know" I stammered meekly.

"Really? Well, let's find out!" Professor Martin exclaimed, and then started up the video one final time. We aren't in the bedroom any longer. We're in the living room staring at their couch for a few minutes. How many of these fucking cameras do they have around here? And why is the picture so clear and sharp? Into the picture comes me again, plopping down on the couch. In my hands I've got that green photo album marked Monica 1. I'm opening it up. Please, no!

I covered my face with my hands in utter disbelief and outright horror. I felt like a trap door had just opened beneath me and I was falling helplessly. If I had had a gun I am positive that I would have blown my brains out right then and there. My life was over. 

My head began spinning and suddenly I screamed out, jumped up and tried to run, immediately tripping over a leg of the table and skidding to the floor. Sobbing uncontrollably, I staggered to my feet and ran over to the bar. I reached the waste basket just in time, vomiting and retching my guts out.

After a minute, the heavings subsided and I stood over the basket with my hands on my thighs. I grabbed some napkins off of the counter and wiped my face off as best I could. I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around and faced Monica. I collapsed into her arms crying and shaking.

"I....I...I'm s...s..sorry Monica, I'm so sorry. I'm so ashamed of myself" I managed to blurt out. With Monica being almost a half foot taller my head was almost buried in her bosom, but at that moment my mind was not on that, for once. Monica held me close, stroking my hair and acting so calm and reassuring that soon my convulsions eased and finally stopped.

"It's okay, Nancy, it's alright... everything is fine," Monica cooed. "It's a natural thing to do. You're a young woman with a lot going on inside of you. It's alright to be curious. In fact, as strange as it may sound I'm kind of flattered, if you don't mind me saying so. Here, take this and let's sit down."

She gave me a glass of water, and we went back to the couch. I was still up on the screen, frozen in time, looking at the pictures.

"Are we all settled down now ladies?" Professor Martin inquired of us. He wasn't the calm and reassuring type, not now. "We need to finish watching the movie."

Incredibly, he started the thing up again. I sat with my head down, glancing up occasionally to see if it was over. Luckily, there was no sound on any of these, but it was horrible enough as it was. There I was getting off the first time, and boy did I look stupid. Monica squeezed my arm and whispered to me.

"You look so cute when you orgasm Nancy."

Gee thanks, that's good to know. Good grief, why are they putting me through this? Just tell me I'm a pervert and throw me out. The thing ended mercifully, but Professor Martin was kind enough to pause the picture right at the peak of my second orgasm, my face contorted in a bizarre pose.

"Well Nancy, that was interesting, most interesting viewing, seeing what actually goes on when we're gone. Watching that made it all worthwhile having these surveillance cameras installed. I thought we were protecting ourselves against theft but I never dreamed that they would have entertainment value as well."

I took a long drink of the water, which tasted yucky, probably because of my trench mouth from getting sick I figured. My mind was racing now. I would have to transfer out of his class now, maybe even the whole school. I could never look at Professor Martin in the eyes again. I fought to regain some measure of composure and finally summoned up enough strength to speak.

"I...I..I'm sorry. You have no idea how I feel right now. I'll go now. P...P...Please forgive me, because I'm not like that. I...I...I... never did anything like that before, I swear." With that I stood up and headed for the door. The Professor got up and walked around the other side and headed me off.

"No dear, no. It isn't quite as easy as all that I'm afraid" Professor Martin said firmly. "You have violated my trust and I can't just let that pass. Besides, the night is still young. What I am going to need you to do now is to have you remove your clothes."

I looked at him as if he was insane and told him I had no intention of taking off my clothes for him or anybody else, and walked around him to the door. He stopped me once again.

"How do you think your father would enjoy that movie, Nancy? How about your mother, do you think she would show that at her next bridge club meeting? Father Ryan at church might find it amusing, don't you think? Perhaps he could show it as a sex education film to your Sunday School class. Perhaps an inspirational showing for the veterans over at the hospital you volunteer at would be an idea."

Professor Martin walked over to a box behind the bar and started reading names off the labels of rectangular boxes. Names of neighbors of ours, friends of our family, even my grandmother. I felt Monica's presence at my side.

"This could be the greatest night of your life Nancy. You are going to get to make love to a woman and let's face facts, that is what you really want, isn't it? So what you are going to do is start taking off your clothes. You are going to get naked right now and you will do everything I tell you to do tonight without a peep." The kindly professor had been replaced by a decidedly nastier version. He was enjoying this! 

"The alternative is my filling those boxes with copies of that video and mailing them to all of those people I just named, along with a letter saying how shocked I was to find this sort of activity going on in my home. Trust me on this point. I mean exactly what I say." The look on his face left no doubt in my mind.

I stood dumbfounded, paralyzed and confused. 

"What if I..I..I do what you want? What then?"

The professor cleared his throat. "Then at the end of the evening I give you that tape and you are welcome to do whatever you want. There are no other tapes that exist now and none will, if you cooperate. You see, Nancy, I'm a sixty seven old man and I can't do a lot of the things I used to do. I still enjoy watching, however. You are young and are wasting your youth in a vacuum, masturbating to pictures. You should be out screwing whatever boys you want, or eating pussy if you'd prefer" he said with a raised eyebrow and smug expression.

I stood there thinking while the Martins waited.

"Come now Nancy, lets not overplay the poor innocent game. I know you're still a virgin and you intend to stay a virgin until you get married, although that concept seems silly to me. Judging by that video however, you know a little bit about sex. I don't need to mention all those boys you used to masturbate back in your old neighborhood, do I?"




Nancy Porter's Journal: 03



What the hell was this? Where is he coming up with all this? He sounds like he sat through some of my Sunday School classes and took notes. Did this guy know my entire life? Yes, just about, it seemed.

"Surprised, Nancy? I make it a point to know all I can about the people I associate with. Now we really need to get your clothes off because we're running late here."

I should have just walked out the door and taken my chances. I know that now and you've figured out as much too, but you weren't there when it was going down. All I could think about at that time was all those people popping that video in and watching me finger myself. How the hell would I look my parents in the eye again? I reluctantly reached for the top button of my blouse but my hands were shaking so bad I was having trouble.

Professor Martin motioned to Monica who came over in front of me and began the process. I watched Monica's fingers undo each button, still managing to marvel at her fingernails, in soft pink that perfectly matched her outfit. The last button came undone, and then Monica unbuttoned my jeans and helps me off with them.

I remember being humiliated when I saw that the hair on my legs was so clearly visible. Hey, it was almost winter and I wasn't planning on anybody seeing them. Ditto for my privates, where the fur was peeking out from the side elastic of my panties. My socks came off and then Monica slid my panties off. Like a whirlwind Monica is behind me and I felt my bra come unhooked. As the bra falls forward my hands instinctively come up to shield my scrawny chest. 

"Your hands Nancy. Take your hands off your breasts" Professor Martin said sternly.

Now the humiliation was complete. I stood totally naked in front of them, shaking and shivering. I looked up at Professor Martin, who seemed amused at the sight, though I can't say I could blame him. 

"I see that although Mother Nature may have shortchanged you in some areas, you certainly were blessed with an abundance of fur." Professor Martin grabbed my wrist and lifted my arm, seeing what he expected under there too.

"Is this a political statement you're making or are you growing your winter coat? Just lazy, I'm guessing, right?" he snidely offered. I nodded meekly in response.

"Well, that won't do, won't do at all. Monica, please take Nancy in and do some grooming, won't you dear.? Lose that too" he ordered, motioning toward my crotch.

Monica took my hand and started to lead me away. I stopped and bent down to pick up my clothes, but Professor Martin wasn't having any of that.

"You won't be needing those for awhile, Nancy. They'll be waiting for you later, along with the tape, at the end of the evening. You're a very lucky young lady. You will thank me someday too. You're going to get to do something that you want to do so badly, and then you'll be able to tell yourself that you had no choice in the matter."

The sad thing about it was he was right. I wanted to make love to Monica and I would never have made a move toward her because I was too chicken. Now, I only hoped that she would be understanding because I had no clue on what you were supposed to do with a woman, or how to do it.

Monica brought me over to the side of the room, and slid a panel of the door open, revealing a another room. The panel cut the entire basement in two. Monica hit the lights and I saw a couch like the one in the other room set in the back of the room where it was dark. The lights were bright on the other side of the room where there was a gigantic bed. There was a large mirror on one side of the bed. Off to the other side of the bed was a low round marble bath of sorts, with a shower head above it, and a matching sink behind it in the wall. In the corner was what looked to be a big wooden cross. What in the hell were they going to do, I thought, crucify me?

Monica told me to sit on the bed while she went through the cabinet under the sink and ran the water. The bedspread was either a real dark blue or black, it was hard to tell. I felt like I was on stage sitting on the bed, and when I looked over at the couch, I suppose that was exactly what it was going to be. 

The bed was really firm, and I was trying to think of some kind of Goldilocks joke to say, but I guess my funny bone was out of order. Monica came over with a little bowl full of water, a package of disposable razors and some shave gel. I thought I was going to do this myself, but maybe they thought I might use the razor on myself, or them.

Monica layed a gigantic emerald green towel over the bed spread and motioned for me to hop back on. I was surprised at how comfortable I felt about being naked in front of Monica. I had never comfortable like that that around anybody else, doctors or anyone. I got on my back, my head resting on a little pillow, while Monica unwrapped the razor package. and smiled back at me.

"I'll bet you never thought you would be getting this kind of service, did you Nancy?"

"Um, I can do that you know Monica" I said, although the idea of her giving me this treatment excited me. Not nearly as much as the realization that I would be having sex with her after that, but this was actually kind of exciting.

"It's no problem at all Nancy. Just relax."

I felt Monica slide the gel on my legs, the cool goo turning into shaving cream. Monica slid the razor deftly over my leg, pausing to rinse the blade in the water occasionally.

I felt the need to say something, anything. "Uh, boy I sure am hairy, aren't I?" 

"No you're not Nancy. I think we all believe we are, it's the way we're conditioned to think. You're no hairier than anyone else, believe me" Monica announced.

Since this was coming from the most impeccably groomed woman I had ever seen, I kind of doubted it. Monica was certainly zooming through the process, and was done with my legs in short order. I looked down at my now silky smooth legs, wet and glistening. No cuts, nicks or anything, unlike after I got usually got done hacking at myself.

"Wow, you did great. I wish you could do that for me all the time" I offered suggestively.

Monica laughed that lovely lilting laugh of hers. "Hey, that's an idea. We'll see! Hands up now."

Monica moved the depilatory equipment as I put my hands behind my head. She shot a little gel in her palm and rubbed it into the hair under my arm. I shivered as Monica's hand gently massaged the gel around, surprised at how nice that felt.

Monica slid the razor through, and in a couple of swipes had cleared the field. She climbed over me to get to the other side, and I enjoyed watching those huge breasts swinging in front of her as he moved. What were they going to feel like?

"Seeing you with hair under your arms reminded me of when I was growing up. In those days most of us never shaved under our arms back home," she giggled as she repeated to process on the other side.

"Really" I responded, kind of surprised at that revelation. "I can't imagine that. Where was home anyway? And how old are you, If you don't mind me asking." Hey, I might as well get to know her, since we were going to be even more intimate really soon.

"Norway, and I don't mind you asking, I'm thirty five" she said confidently.

Thirty five? God, she was almost twice my age! 

"Wow, was I off!" I told Monica. I thought you were like twenty five or maybe twenty eight tops!" I said with complete honesty.

"Oh you're so sweet Nancy!" Monica said laughing. Okay, your underarms are done, how did I do?"

"Smooth as a baby's rear!" I announced after examining Monica's work..

"Okay, now this is the tricky part. Don't make any sudden moves on me now Nancy!" Monica said emphatically.

Monica filled her palm again with the gel and knelt at my side. I wasn't sure what the big deal about a bikini trim was going to be. To my surprise Monica spread the gel all over my entire pubes. She was going to shave the whole thing! I didn't really want that, but Monica had already opened another razor and was quickly shaving away.

The timberline went quickly and she tickled me when she drew the razor up my lower belly to harvest the little wisp of hair that drifted toward my navel. Monica worked inward from the inner thighs and as she got closer to my opening, she got slower and more delicate with the blade. 

Meanwhile, her fingers were handling the lips of my pussy as she manuevered the razor. The touching and rubbing was getting me really excited, even if it was unintentional. I got very bold and reached over to touch the back of Monica's calf, first just resting my hand there, then gently squeezing. Monica was leaning forward and her breasts were almost touching my stomach. What a spectacular view!

Monica's touching and pulling at me increased in intensity, fingers brushing softly. I was starting to feel really ...well I realized that was going to come. Now! 

"Monica! I.....I...I'm going to c..c..!" I screamed.

Monica looked back and wisely put down the razor. As the first wave of the orgasm passed over me, I felt Monica slide a finger inside me, stroking my clitoris with a long slow sweeping motion. I exploded.

I remember the wide grin on Monica's face as I looked at her after the last convulsions subsided.

"That looked great Nancy! That's the third time I've seen you come in the last hour! I liked that one the best though," Monica said with a twinkle in her eye. 

I didn't know whether to be ashamed or what. Everything was happening so fast and my head was still reeling from all that had happened so far that night.

Monica finished up down there, even giving a swipe to the space way down below. My thighs were still quivering a little from all the excitement when I looked down at myself, and then grimaced with displeasure.

"What's the matter, Nancy, don't you like it?" Monica asked.

"Ugh! I look hideous down there. The lips are all big and flappy!" I said with conviction.

Monica shook in head no. "You look beautiful. Stop being hard on yourself. You look the way we all look. You should try and see yourself the way others see you, not the way you think you look. I said before you that were a lovely woman and I meant it. You're so down on yourself because of what you see as flaws. They aren't flaws, they're just differences. Not everybody is crazy about big boobs you know!" Monica said emphatically as she picked up the mess. "If you can figure out a way for us to trade, you've got a deal!"

I got up and hugged her. She made me feel so happy even in this screwed up situation.

"Monica, please don't be mad at me if I'm no good at this. I've really never done this before, not ever. I want to make you so happy tonight, and I guess I'm actually kind of glad that this is turning out the way it is!" I told her.

Monica had started walking away to clean up when she stopped.

"Oh dear Nancy, I'm so sorry. I think you have misunderstood. You won't be making love to me, although I think I would like that. Richard has made other plans."

"What?" I responded in confusion, while the previous feeling of dread started to engulf me again.

"Nancy, you see Richard has enlisted another woman to be your partner tonight. He never said anything to you about the woman being me, and I'm so sorry you assumed it. I know the woman, she's a very attractive woman and I know you'll like her. I thought I heard the doorbell ring while you were having your ahh....fun. Now he'll be bringing her down shortly so we have to get you dressed quickly."

I was dazed as I followed Monica over to a pile of clothes on the couch. Some other woman? I'm not interested in any other woman. I should just get out of here. Monica is who I wanted to be with, not some stranger.

Monica was dressing me, or trying to at least, as I was too confused to do much of anything. Monica put my bra back on me and then helped me get my panties back on. I didn't understand why I was getting dressed, and why wasn't I going to be with Monica? I was having trouble paying attention to what was going on, like I was in a fog. 

I got the shakes again in a big way. Monica put a white blouse on me and then wrapped a plaid skirt around me. I got eased onto the couch and Monica puts these long white knee high socks on me. Then suddenly I'm up on my feet and Monica put on a plaid blazer on me that matches the skirt. The blazer is too big but who cares? What the hell is going on?

"What is all this, Monica? Why am I weaing this goofy thing? It looks like a school uniform or something" I asked in total confusion.

Oh, that's just one of Richard's silly games. It's fun, just relax and enjoy yourself. I think you look so cute!" Monica said before giving my hair a little brushing and kissing my cheek. "I really enjoyed our little grooming session Nancy" she whispered and walked away again.

Professor Martin came back into the room, alone thank goodness. He beamed when he sees me in the costume, or whatever it was.

"Lovely, you look radiant!" he proclaimed loudly as he handed me a toothbrush and toothpaste. "I thought you would want to freshen up a bit first, Nancy."

I unwrap the toothbrush and brush my teeth with furious strokes, trying to get the vile aftertaste of vomit out of my mouth. Imagine that, having a new toothbrush lying around the house in case of an emergency like this! Boy, this guy didn't miss a trick. 

I finished up brushing, cupped some water into my hand and rinsed as Monica hands me a towel. I turned reluctantly to face them, as it seemed like I was going to get a speech or something, as Professor Martin was looking like he does when he's going to go off on of his long winded lectures.

"Nancy, have you ever heard of an actress named Pam Grier?" he inquired.

I told him that I knew who she was. "Yes, I saw her in 'Jackie Brown', Why?" I asked. This guy is so slick he probably has her upstairs on call. That would make for an interesting tryst. She must be three times my age, I figured.

"Oh, I'm afraid I'm not familiar with that film, my dear. I assume it must be recent, because I'm not much up on current film. No, I remember Pam Grier from films she did a long while ago, back when she was young. A lot of prison films, exploitation and the like. I mention this only because the woman that you are going to be with this evening bears a striking resemblance to her, or at least I think so. Monica, do you agree?" he asked of his wife.

"Yes, I think there is some similarity. During our grooming session I assured Nancy that her partner is a very attractive woman," Monica informed him.

"And how did the grooming turn out dear?" the professor asked.

"I think you'll like the results, Richard. Nancy sort of enjoyed the experience, didn't you dear?" Monica said to me teasingly.

"Splendid!" Professor Martin exclaimed. "And here she is! Welcome my dear, please join us!"

Entering the room was the woman. She didn't look like Pam Grier all that much to my eyes, but then again when I saw Jackie Brown I wasn't closely eyeballing for future sex partners.

She was indeed a very striking woman. A black woman about my height, her skin a medium brown, and jet black hair that was cropped extremely short. She was wearing a very bright multi-colored sleeveless dress, vivid yellows and reds splashed all over it. It was a dress I really liked but would have enjoyed more if I didn't think it was going to come off real soon. 

While it didn't seem that Pam was quite as spectacularly endowed up top as Monica, it was painfully obvious that Pam had a rather large pair of breasts lurking under that dress. 

Professor Martin clasped her hand and brought her over to us.

"Nancy, I would like you to meet, well ... I like to call her Pam. So Nancy meet Pam, Pam meet Nancy" he said proudly.

Pam had a dazzling smile, that was the first think I noticed. I was amazed at such an incredible set teeth she had. I reached out my hand and she took it and then hugged me.

"Nice to meet you Nancy" Pam said while looking me over. "Wow, Richard got you lookin' fine tonight, we gonna have us some fun girl!" 

Professor Martin put his arm around Monica and led her over to the couch. I could barely see them in the darkness. Professor Martin's voice came out of the shadows.

"You two can get started whenever you like."

I never felt so alone in my life. I was shaking from head to toe and I felt tears welling up in my eyes once again. I didn't want this. Pam looked at me, first strangely, and then with concern in her eyes.

"Baby, you all right? You look like you gonna pass out on me. Hey Richard, you got any water or something?"

I heard some rustling and then Monica came down with a glass of water. Same old yucky metallic tasting crap, they really should get bottled water, I remember thinking. Monica went back to her husband to watch the slaughter while Pam put her hand on my shoulder.

"Now Nancy, Richard told me how this is supposed to go down. he said you were just going to roll with it and follow my lead, that right?"

"Uhhhhhh, I don't know. I never did anything like this before," I stammered. "I don't know what I'm supposed to do. I..I.. never..."

"What you mean you never did this before? You never been with a woman Nancy?" Pam said with surprise. 

I shook my head no.

"How old are you girl, and don't you lie to me either!" Pam said sternly.

I told her I was nineteen going on twenty. She even quizzed me by asking my birthdate.

"You must need the money bad, huh girl?"

"Well, something like that" I told her.

She put her arm around me and gave me a hug.

"Girl I'll be real good to you, I swear. Don't be scared. I'll make you feel like you never felt before. You might never go back to boys again!" she said chuckling.

Before I could tell her my sad record with the opposite sex, she walked away, leaving me standing alone again next to the bed. I heard what sounded like the professor clearing his throat. Seconds later Pam comes back and looks me up and down, like we had never met. Pam walks around me very slowly, before coming to a stop in front of me.

She reached up and cups the back of my head, moving toward me. Her full red lips envelop my mouth, giving me the most intense kiss I had ever gotten. Her breath smells of cinnamon. Pam then steps back and unbuttons the blazer, smoothly pulling it off me. Now Pam is behind me, hugging me from behind. I feel her breasts pressing against my back as her hands run down the front of me.

I look up to try at locate Monica, but the difference in light is so great I can't make out anything. I feel the skirt come off, and Pam tosses it aside. Her hands come around and caress my pussy through the panties. My knees feel like rubber at this point.

Pam was in front of me now and unbuttoning my blouse ever so slowly. I don't know if I'm supposed to do anything so I just stand there. Pam pulls the blouse off my shoulders and kisses me again. Now her hands are moving up and sliding under my arms and unhooked my bra in what seemed a fraction of a second. 

Pam stepped back with the bra straps in hand, pulling it away from me. I want to run, to cover myself but I'm frozen. I wait for the inevitable laughter after the unveiling, and although Pam did a very brief double take she said nothing. She smiled sweetly and moved up close to me, then kissed my cheek and nuzzled against my neck.

"You look beautiful Nancy," Pam whispered in my ear, nibbling the lobe which sent a shiver racing down my spine. "You're makin' me crazy girl. I got to have you."

Nobody ever had to have me before, no one ever even wanted me at all. Like someone hitting a switch, I felt my fear melt away. Pam's lips busily worked their way down my neck, then slowly nibbled down to my chest. I watched as her luscious full lips kissed my strawberry red nipples which managed to become even harder. I watched with wonder as Pam opened her lips wide and took my entire breast in her mouth, and felt her tongue still dancing madly around it. I looked over at her ebony hand, in such stark contrast to my pale white skin, gently and tenderly caressing my other breast. Pam's hand then slid down my chest, across my stomach and under the elastic of my panties.




Nancy Porter's Journal: 03



My panties came off and Pam gasps in surprise as she feels the smoothness between my legs. She drops to her knees and suddenly her tongue is parting my pussy lips and darting all over, sliding inside me, probing places only my fingers had been before. I feel my legs part a little to give her better access. Her hands squeeze my buttocks tightly, pulling me toward her. 

I grab Pam's head tightly and pull her to me, feeling the coarseness of her tight curls under my fingers, grabbing mostly for balance because I am coming. When it comes it's like a bolt of lightning. WHAM! My knees buckle as I fight to stay on my feet and was that really me howling and screaming like a banshee? 

After what seems like forever, the sensation subsides. Pam gets up off the floor and kisses me again.

"Damn girl that was fast. You're a gusher. I love that baby! You come like a freight train and that's no lie. I hope you got more of them in ya, cause you really turn me on."

We kiss again and this time I'm not the passive one. I don't know what's happening but I like it. I have forgotten that Professor Martin and Monica are in the room, watching and doing .... whatever.

Pam's tongue tweaks my ear. I detect an delicate aroma of vanilla coming from her and it's almost intoxicating. 

"You want to see me now, Nancy?" Pam says in a husky whisper.

I nod and Pam steps back and reaches behind her neck to untie the dress, which seems to be held together by only that knot. I almost offer to help, because I'm good at that sort of thing you know. 

As Pam unties the knot, her long sinewy arms stretched skyward. I see her underarms are completely covered with dense charcoal hair, almost looking like steel wool. I'm surprised that Monica didn't shave Pam too. I'm also glad she didn't because it looks sexy as hell. When the knot comes loose the dress is off and she's naked underneath.

Incredible! Large pendulous breasts with huge dark purplish aureolas, their thick stubby nipples centered perfectly. A smooth flat stomach leading to a vast triangle of black curls, and further down, beautiful shapely legs complete with a small tattoo on her ankle. We come together once again, and this time embrace is almost primal. My hands are busy now, shaking now from excitement as they cup Pam's firm buttocks before sliding up her back. Her brown skin as cramy and smooth to the touch as it looked.

"God, you have such an incredible body!" I whisper as I gently bite her soft shoulder. 

She does. Our nipples touched and Pam's were so hard they could cut glass. As Pam led me over to the bed I was not scared. I was not frightened when she gently pulled me down on top of her. And although I didn't really know what to do, when I squeezed Pam's breasts and rubbed my palms across her nipples, she responded. 

And when Pam took my head in her hands and guided me between her legs I didn't resist. When I buried my face in her coarse dense bush with my tongue burrowing way inside of her, I still wasn't sure what I was doing. 

But in a few minutes, when her hands began clawing at my head, and her body began shivering and quaking, and she started making whimpering sounds that turned into full fledged screams, I began to think I might be getting the hang of it.

Later in the evening, exhausted from lovemaking that I had never imagined could be so intense, so pleasurable and so exhausting, I rested next to Pam on the bed. My fingers absent mindedly ran over the hair under her arm.

"I had hair under my arms, a little everywhere I mean, earlier this evening" I mentioned idly, "but Monica shaved it. Shaved everything." 

Pam smiled. "All part of the look Nancy baby. Hey, you're a golden goose honey. You're gonna make a fortune with the look you got, you a gold mine. They gonna protect you."

Gold mine? I had no idea what that was all about, and all I wanted was that tape back. I was going to ask Pam what she was talking about but just then Monica called for Pam from the other room.

"Whoa, gotta go. Bye baby, it was really good, hope to see you again. We were smokin' together."

With that Pam grabbed her dress, kissed me on the cheek and headed into the other room. I got up and started getting my stuff together. I found my bra and panties and put them on, but I wasn't going to put on that stupid uniform. Professor Martin had the rest of my clothes so I went into the den where this whole night began.

I was ready for some bull story that he was bound to give me, and I psyched myself up to give him a fight. What if he didn't give me the tape back, though? What could I do? I didn't know, but I felt my anger begin to build as I headed toward the door. On the couch in the back there was something that looked like a bicycle pump or something. What the hell was that for?

I entered the den ready for a fight. On the bar however, were my blouse and jeans neatly folded. I went over and put them on as fast as I could. Professor Martin was sitting on the couch facing the screen which was off. As I got closer to him I could see he was holding a video tape. I went over to him and held out my hand.

Professor Martin handed me the tape, which had a check sticking out of the case. Fifty dollars, just as always.

"So Nancy dear, did you have fun? You certainly looked like you were enjoying yourself" he asked snidely.

"This is the only tape that exists, right?" I said as coldly as I could.

"Nancy, I am a man of words as well as a man of my word. I told you that was the only tape and that is the truth. Now, we'll see you next week at the usual time, dear?

Halfway to the door I stopped in my tracks, not believing my ears. Does this guy think I'm gonna keep watching his dogs after all this crap? He had to be out my his mind! I told him that in words much more profane and spun back around to leave.

I heard him call out to me to come back. No way pal, I'm outta here.

"Nancy, at least come back and watch some more movies with me."

I turned around at the door to curse him out. When I did, the screen was alive again. On the screen was Pam. Pam was undressing me, nuzzling at my neck.

"Same time next week Nancy" the professor called out, not even bothering to turn around. "Same time, same place, same deal. Look forward to seeing you my dear!"

next....is there an end? 



Nancy Porter's Journal: 04



Nancy's fourth journal entry.....

I walked through the next week in a daze, still not believing what I had gotten myself into because of a few minutes of stupidity. I blew off Professor Martin's class both days, because there was no way I could look at the man, or have him looking at me.

My parents noticed the fog I was in, but as usual had no clue. I heard my mother tell the old man that she thought I might be in love. Nice try mom. Father said that I was just going through a phase. That was a helluva lot closer, but still no cigar, pop.


I knew I was trapped. I know now I should have called his bluff right at the start. I should have told him to go ahead and make copies of the damn video and send them to everybody like he had threatened to. He probably wouldn't have, and even if he did it wouldn't be as bad as it was now. I just wasn't thinking clearly when it was all going down. This might go on forever, with me putting on a little show for Professor and Monica every Friday night.

What freaked me out the most was that after all the drama and everything that had led up to it, I had enjoyed it. Maybe I was a lesbian after all. There was no denying that I really enjoyed Pam, both what she did to me and what I did in return. I confess that while I was very upset Friday night when I got home, the next evening I was getting myself off thinking about Pam.

Then there was Monica. On Thursday when I ditched Professor Martin's class, I called up their house during the class time knowing that he wouldn't be there, so I could talk to Monica. When she picked up she sounded out of breath, saying she was just getting done working out. I asked her if I could come over to talk with her and she sounded nervous. 

She didn't think that would be a good idea but did agree to meet me at the mall after she showered if I wanted to talk. I did and agreed to meet her in an hour at the Macy's entrance.

I was waiting at the parking lot entrance of the store when Monica arrived. She was wearing a black leather coat and looked incredible, of course. She kissed me on the cheek and led me inside the store. We walked around the racks of clothing like we were shopping or something. I had a lot on my mind and wanted to talk but she was leading me around, telling me what would look nice on me.

Next thing I know she's having me try on a beautiful yellow sweater and then after gushing about how great it looks on me, takes it up to the cashier and buys it despite my protests. I'm now walking around with Monica and this $120 sweater in a bag.

Monica took me to the food court inside the mall and buys a couple of sodas. We went over to a table in a quiet corner of the dining area and sit down. Monica begins talking about the dogs and how much they miss me, but I finally cut her off.

"Monica, why are you guys doing this to me?" I asked while trying and failing to keep the nervous quiver out of voice. "I liked you guys so much. I know I did stupid things, but why didn't you just yell at me and throw me out the door?"

Monica patted my hand and looked at me with those big beautiful blue eyes. "Nancy, you had never done anything like you did last Friday night, had you?"

I shook my head. "No, that was the first time I ever really did anything with anybody."

"You enjoyed it though, didn't you Nancy? You looked so beautiful with Pam. She's really special, isn't she? I've watched that video three times since then and it's so exciting. The last time I watched I... , well you can guess what I did while it played. I'll bet" Monica said smiling wickedly. 

"What's going to happen next? How long will this go on? You two could keep the carrot dangling in front of me forever!" I hoped I didn't sound as worried about that as I really was. 

Monica shook her head. "Of course not dear, nothing like that. Richard just wants to enjoy you for a while, we both do actually. I promise that I will do everything I can to make sure you never get hurt. Tomorrow night there is a very nice couple coming over and I know you will like them."

"A couple? Look Monica, I'm a virgin. I know that sounds stupid in these times, but I made it this far and I plan on holding on to that until I get married. So if this game of yours gets to that point, I'm out of there and I don't care what you two do about it."

I know that's not a popular idea these days but I made up my mind early in that regard. It wasn't like I couldn't have gotten laid by now either, as pathetic as I've described my life here. Any girl can find somebody to screw them if that's what they want. That was never a problem. Every guy I ever jerked off wanted to fuck me, that much I'm pretty sure of. Most guys will screw anything with a pulse, or at least that's the way it seems. 

Monica looked me with total seriousness. "We know you are a virgin. Nancy I swear to you that you will not be violated in that way, that I promise. I think that is a wonderful attitude you have. Now you will be getting the opportunity to explore a whole new world. You will be doing a lot of things, wild and different things, things you might never even have imagined existed. I hope that you are going to be able to learn to relax and enjoy them." 

We got up and tossed our cups in the trash, as Monica seemed to be indicating this meeting was about to be over.

"I have to get home at start dinner. Richard will be home pretty soon, because I think his last class is done around three. Aren't you supposed to be in that class, Nancy? Oh, I see, that's why you called when you did. Very clever."

"I was going to just come over but I decided to call instead" I offered.

Monica looked a little flustered. "No that wouldn't have been a good idea Nancy, not if you didn't want Richard to know. Well this was fun dear, I'll see you tomorrow night."

Monica gave me a peck on the cheek and a hug and began to walk away. I caught up to her and stopped her.

"Monica, will I..., will we ever make love?" I asked.

"Is that something you would like to do Nancy?" Monica asked. I nodded vigorously.

"More than anything else in the world" I said with complete candor.

"I'll speak to Richard about that Nancy dear" Monica said softly and walked away. She turned after a few steps and said "I'd like that too."

I felt better than I had all week as I watched Monica leave the mall. At least I knew where I stood now, I suppose. There would be a couple waiting for me tomorrow, that much was certain. What that meant, who knew? Besides Professor Martin, that is.

I found out the next night. I arrived at seven on the dot as usual and went outside and played with the dogs for a time. They lost track of the ball a lot because of all the leaves in the yard. Winter was just around the corner and the crunching leaves under foot would soon be replaced with snow.

Ziggy and Roy got tired eventually and we all went inside. Monica was waiting for me at the door. She was wearing a long sleeved mint green dress and looked ...., you guessed it. She took me downstairs and helped me undress. I was wearing the sweater she had bought me and she told me how great I looked. When I was naked she checked me over. I had shaved almost everywhere before coming over but didn't do the pubes, where some stubble had grown. I was sqeamish about doing that and if they wanted it done then Monica could do it, which she did. I didn't have an orgasm this time, but I enjoyed Monica touching me, especially down there. I thought that shaving down there might be something that once you start, you have to keep doing it, because it had already started to get itchy down there.

Monica made quick work of that, too quick to suit me, and helped me get dressed. After the bra and panties came the white shirt and knee highs. then the plaid blazer and skirt. I really hated this goofy outfit, but at least it had been freshly laundered though, I could tell that much.

Monica led me out to the bar area and made us vodka and tonics. I belted mine down in short order and asked for another. I was developing a taste for these things, not to mention the relaxing effect they seemed to have on me. I felt the soft buzz begin to envelop me as Professor Martin came down the stairs. He was accompanied by a man and woman who were almost as old as he was. 

The woman was very tall and slender with short silver hair and was wearing a light blue outfit. The man was a little shorter than she was and slender also. He was almost bald, with just a little gray hair left on the sides. I was introduced to them, Walter and Kay, meet Nancy. They greeted me warmly and Monica made them drinks as well. I motioned for her to give me another, which she did with a raised eyebrow.

This couple were very pleasant and everything, but I was very nervous and it showed. Everybody knew what was going to happen to me except me, and I'm not that big on surprises. We all went over to the other part of the basement and Monica led me over to the bed while Professor Martin spoke to the couple back by the couch.

"Okay Nancy, what Richard wants you to do to is lay down and pretend you are sleeping. Walter is going to come in the room and start touching you, after which you will masturbate him to orgasm" Monica said matter-of-factly.

"Jerk that old guy off?" I said in disbelief. 

"Yes dear, now we all know that you know how to do that" Monica said. "Kay will come in after you finish and then you can just sort of roll with the flow."

"How about another vodka and tonic Monica?" I said with a giggle. "Or maybe a vodka and no tonic? I need something to get me in the mood to wiggle Wally's weiner." I was feeling the effects of the drinks I had already downed and was almost enjoying myself.

"Walter. Nancy, his name is Walter, and I think you might have had enough for right now. I'll get you some water, okay?"

Monica set a bottle of baby oil on the stand next to the bed and then went up to join Professor Martin. The lights down near the bed got a little brighter and the rear of the room got darker. Oh brother, this was real weird.

I sprawled out on the bed, closed my eyes and squinted to see what was going on. I heard Professor Martin tell me to lay on my back so I obediently rolled over. I heard a Strauss waltz playing in the background as this Walter guy came over next to the bed. He was wearing boxer shorts and nothing else, and he had one hand inside of them as he looked down at me.

Suddenly the boxers dropped and he stepped out of them. He was pulling at his thing, which was standing straight out. Walter bent down and rubbed my thigh and then slid his hand up under my skirt. After rubbing my thigh Walter then reached down and took my hand and put it on his dick.

Professor Martin told me to wake up and act surprised. Okay, fine by me, so I pretended to be surprised. Walter lays down on the bed and I start jerking him off. He reminded me about the baby oil, so I grabbed it and poured some in my hand and went back to his cock.

He didn't have a very big dick, not that I had seen all that many, maybe 15 or so. Most of the guys I had done this to before had bigger ones than Walter, but this guy was an old geezer. He had a mess of gray hair around his cock and balls. Walter told me to stand up and take my clothes off.

I stood up and began taking off that stupid uniform while he took over the jerking off responsibilities. In a minute I was done and sat back down and resumed pumping his cock, trying to do a good job so it would be over soon. He was playing with my breasts, which he looked like he was crazy about for some reason, cupping and squeezing the little cones. Bent over like I was, they looked as big as they ever would look I guessed.

"Put your mouth on it sweetie" Walter said suddenly while putting his hand on my neck and forcing me down on him. "That's it, struggle a little. Just give it a little suck honey."

Damn right I was going to struggle. Professor Martin's voice came out of the darkness.

"Nancy, please cooperate. Just put your mouth on it and go up and down a few times dear" the professor said sternly.

After a little bit of physical negotiation and pleading from this Walter guy, I found myself bending over and putting the stiff dick in my mouth. The thing was greasy from the oil and had a salty taste. I put my lips around it and went up and down the shaft a couple of times. 

It felt strange to be doing this, my head moving up and down this old guy's dick, while he gasped and moaned. Maybe he would have a heart attack if he got real excited, I thought, That gave me the inspiration to try and do a real good job despite my inexperience. 

His thing was throbbing and pulsating in my mouth as he forced my head down further on his cock. My hand was clenched tightly around the base of his shaft underneath my mouth, pumping as I sucked while trying to not have to put anymore in than I had to. I remember thinking that this was pretty easy, and it gave an even greater feeling of power than the jerking off did.

Suddenly he moaned and let go of the back of my neck. My head came up just in time as he let out a loud, almost painful sounding groan and semen began oozing out of his dick as I continued to stroke it. It looked kind of like lava coming out of a volcano and just kept flowing out as I pumped him. Most guys had seemed to spurt when they came, as I recalled, but cum was just pouring out of this guy. I looked at his face for the first time and saw the favorable review of my work in his flushed and contorted features. My hand was dripping with cum as my fist slowed its motion to a halt.

As I was reflecting on the fact that I had just given my first blow job, out comes the woman, Kay. She's yelling about me being a little tramp and seducing her husband, stuff like that. Next thing I know she's spanking me on the butt, not hard or anything, but what the hell was this? She knew what I was doing, what was she mad about? Spanking away like crazy while standing over us on the bed. I was glad she was letting up just before her hand hit my butt. 

She stopped spanking and takes me by my arm and brings me over to that wooden contraption. She whispers to me that I'm doing great. Doing great? I didn't know what the hell I was doing, but I wished I had either not had any drinks or a dozen of them, because I'm really confused.

My hands get put in these fabric bracelets and my feet get placed in these little things that are like bike pedals, I guess. Kay cranks a handle and the next thing I know, my hands are stretched up over my head and my legs are spread pretty wide. I'm forming a big X with my limbs and I feel cool air coming in down below from being in this position, which surprisingly is not uncomfortable so much as freaky as hell.

"I'm going to teach you to seduce my husband, you little tramp!" Kay screamed as she looked at me standing strapped helplessly on this... whatever the hell it was. Kay then starts taking off her clothes and I suppose she's not in bad shape for a woman who had to be sixty if she was a day. She's as skinny as a rail but she's got a big droopy pair of tits hanging down to her stomach. Damn, am I the only woman in the world without boobs? She's got these enormous purple nipples, the size of which I'd never seen before. 

Stretched out like this, what little I have up top completely disappear, which does little for my self esteem. Kay comes over and started plucking at my puffy little nipples, then leans over and sucks and licks them.

A minute later Walter comes over with what looks like clothespins in his hands. I find out what they are for right away as Kay pulls on my right nipple, and then clamps a bright yellow clothespin on it. I got ready to scream but it didn't do more than gently pinch me with very little pressure. My left nipple gets the same treatment with another clothespin. Kay and Walter flick the ends of the clothespins which makes me wince a little.

The clothespins come off and suddenly Kay has a whip in her hand and she starts wailing on me with it. I scream as she brings the whip back, but when thing hits me I can't even feel it. It's only soft plastic but it scared the crap out of me.

"That was good, pretend it hurts, squirm around" Walter whispered to me.

So I wiggle around while Kay whips my chest and thighs with this toy. What next? Can't get any stranger than this, I figured.

Kay stops the whipping and kneels down in front me. I look down and see the silver haired granny lean forward and start to lick the lips of my pussy. Her tongue then begins to dart inside me, not that I have any way to stop her, as my legs are spread open wide. I couldn't think of any reason to stop her either, because to be perfectly honest it felt good. Really good.

Walter was busy up top sucking my nipples while Kay lapped hungrily at my pussy. I felt like I could come at any time but she kept stopping or slowing when I got close, despite my whimpering and pleading. Then Kay stopped altogether and went back over to the table, slipping something on her finger.

I heard a faint humming sound as Kay came back over to me. Her finger went inside me and I jumped when I felt whatever was on her finger vibrate inside of me. Kay rolled that thing around in me and I was squirming and squealing almost immediately. God, what a feeling! I came soon after with a violent shudder that almost sent that whole contraption and me flying. Almost immediately after that came another orgasm that was just as intense as the first one.

As the orgasm faded away somewhat, Kay kept the vibrator slowly working inside me, still working around like before. I felt kind of groggy as I stood suspended there and realized that I was sweating like a pig, as trickles of sweat were rolling down my sides, tickling me as they traveled.

"Could one of you get a towel and dry me off? The sweat's tickling me" I asked them in a loud whisper. Kay and Walter took a step back and looked over the situation, and Walter said something to Kay that I couldn't make out. They then each proceeded to stand next to me, Kay on my right and Walter on my left. They each bent over with their tongues out and caught the trickles of sweat that had gotten down close to my hips. They then proceeded to run their tongues slowly from there up my sides. The vibrator was still humming away inside of me as their tongues went back up through the trails of perspiration, all the way up my sides and under my arms, licking, nibbling and biting away.

Maybe it's one of those things that's better to receive than give, although they seemed to be enjoying nibbling around my sweaty armpits as much as I have to admit I enjoyed them doing it. It might sound bizarre in describing it, but their licking and stroking combined with the ever-present device Kay had humming away inside of me built me up to an incredible level. 

After being held at this peak level for what seemed like eternity, I came like a runaway train. The orgasm was so intense I thought for a time that I was going to black out. I was bucking and heaving like a bronco within the confines of the restraints, unable to control myself, as I rode an orgasm that didn't seem to have an conclusion. 

I was screaming for her to get the vibrator out of me but Kay kept it in and the orgasms just kept washing over me in waves. It felt like I had wet myself or something but I had no clear idea what was going on because I felt like I was having something like a seizure. When I finally stopped shaking after what felt like forever, I hung there as limp as a rag doll. The only movement were my legs that would not stop shaking, as Kay held the vibrator inside me.

"Please, no more" I begged. "I...I... can't."

Kay finally relented and Walter unstrapped me from the contraption and they both helped me down off the thing and over to the bed, because my legs would not hold me up. I laid down on the bed and almost dropped off to sleep. I could hear the four of them talking in muffled tones around me.




Nancy Porter's Journal: 04



Monica knelt next to me and woke me from my daze. "Nancy, are you alright dear?" That was wonderful, just unbelievable. Richard would just like you to do a little more and you'll be through for the night." They gave me a few minutes to lay there, which was all I was able to do anyway.

Well, what he wanted me to do was to go down on Kay. I dutifully crawled between her legs and parted her bush with my tongue and did my best. Kay was no Pam and I was not enjoying this nearly as much. As my tongue worked around inside of her, Walter was climbing on top of me. I wasn't sure what he was doing but it felt like he was rubbing his dick around my asshole or something. I felt Kay start to reach her orgasm so I went at it with more intensity, finally getting her off.

Kay stroked my hair and told me that it was good for her. Walter was standing by the side of the bed with his erection in his hand, looking like he was expecting something.

"Well, let's get Walter taken care of now, my dear" Kay said and sat on the side of the bed in front of him, positioning me next to her. From the darkness Professor Martin spoke up and told us to go to the other side of the bed, which we did.

Kay took Walter's dick in her hand and leaned forward to put it in her mouth. She inhaled the entire thing in one lunge and began sucking it, her mouth sliding up and down the shaft. She went right down to his balls, her face buried in his pubes. Up and down she went for a bit, and then pulled off of it and pointed it at me.

Kay pulled my head forward and the next thing I knew I had Walter's dick in my mouth. I tried to emulate what Kay had done, sliding my mouth up and down. It tasted yucky and I couldn't put the whole thing in my mouth like she did because I would start gagging when the tip hit my throat.

It must have been good enough because Walter's legs started buckling as he pulled his dick out of my mouth and held it in front of my face. The next second his cock was spurting like crazy, spraying all over me. All over my face, my hair, my chest. Gross! At least it was over. Walter moaned as he pulled and squeezed the last drops of sperm out of his now drooping dick.

Kay handed my a towel and I wiped the goo off of me as best I could. Walter told me how wonderful it was for him. Kay was telling me how great I was. I was way less enthused, but at least it was over. 

Monica came over to me and did a much better job of cleaning me up, using a warm damp towel and her gentle touch.

"There now Nancy, that wasn't so bad was it?" Monica asked. "You did very, very well. Was that your first time giving a man fellatio?"

I nodded. "Just about everything I do here is for the first time Monica."

Kay and Walter hugged and kissed me as they departed, and Monica helped me dress. I went over to the den where Professor Martin was already reviewing the action on the big screen. For a minute I was tempted to stick around for the part when I was on that rack. That was incredible and I would have liked to have seen that, but thought better of that. Besides, what the hell was I thinking? 

I picked up my check, which was in the box with the tape that was supposed to be the one with Pam, and off I went. Monica walked me out to my car. The night air was cold and damp, so much so that we could see our breath. There was a full moon and the skies were crsytal clear. In the moonlight I could see Monica's nipples, which were so hard they were trying to pierce the fabric of her dress even through the bra. 

Monica told me to be careful and as I started to open my car door, Monica grabbed me by my shoulder and turned me to face her. She took my face in her hands and kissed me. Not a peck, not a smooch. A kiss. 

A kiss delivered with such passion, such emotion that for the second time that night my legs would not hold me. They didn't have to, because Monica held me tight against the car. Our tongues met and dueled as Monica squeezed my buttocks. My hands instinctively flew up to those incredible breasts, her nipples like bullets in my palms. In a matter of seconds I had gone from utter exhaustion to feeling like I could run a marathon.

Just as quickly as it began suddenly Monica was gone, jogging back toward the house and waving goodbye. I leaned against the car for a long time while I waited to come back down to the real world. That one minute was worth everything else, and I was already looking forward to next Friday as I pulled out of the Martin driveway.

next week brings more surprises for Nancy



Nancy Porter's Journal: 05



Nancy's fifth journal entry...

Time flies when you're having fun I guess, and Thanksgiving was here already. I had lost all concept of time, my life rotating around those crazy Friday nights. Thanksgiving we had my grandmother come over for dinner and I got to listen to my mother praise me to grandma non-stop.

Oh, Nancy was doing so well in school (not anymore mom, as I knew we'd all find out soon enough at the end of the semester). Nancy has a job working for a professor every Friday night (I wondered how they'd like to hear about what I do), and is making new friends (The Professor, Monica, Pam and the dynamic duo of Walter and Kay, with who knows who on deck). I ate in silence and endured her babbling as best I could.

Upstairs later, I got myself off by replaying that kiss from Monica in my mind. This was six straight nights I had done that, and hopefully tomorrow night would give me a new and more explicit memory of Monica.

When I got over to the Martin house the next night, I took care of Ziggy and Roy as usual and was greeted by Professor Martin and Monica, who was looking as ravishing as ever wearing a lavender sweater and slacks. As we went through the house, I tried to determine whether Monica was wearing a bra or not, me not even trying to hide my staring because after all what's the point now.

I got taken to a workout room above the garage, that I figured must be part of Monica's secret to looking like Monica. I had never gone near any kind of exercise machine, because I knew there wasn't anything there that would help me.

We got to the exercise room and there was this guy with short blonde hair sitting with his back to us, pulling these wire contraptions from over his head down to his sides. This guy's shoulders and arms were incredible, muscles bulging and rippling as he worked. His back was broad, the little spandex top he wore hid nothing, and I freely admit that this was really turning me on. I was never much for the muscleman look, but seeing it in the flesh ...well, now that's another story. 

"Bev, I have someone I'd like you to meet" Professor Martin said after clearing his throat to announce our arrival.

Bev? As this amazon got up and turned around, there was no doubt that he was most definitely a she. She jumped up and smiled broadly as she came over to us.

"Molly, so great to meet you, I'm Bev!" She announced loudly in a husky voice as she shook my hand.

"Nancy" I corrected her meekly, watching my hand disappear into hers. All I could do was stand there and gawk at this Bev. The first thing I did was to check the crotch of her outfit for a bulge, because this just couldn't be. The tight material kept no secrets, and there was nothing there to indicate that Bev was anything but a woman, one whole heck of a lot of woman.

Bev had to be almost six foot tall, with short spiked blonde hair and a friendly personality. Good thing too, because I wouldn't want her mad at me. As she spoke to Monica I surveyed the rest of her, which featured a pair of fairly prominent breasts straining against the material, almost no waist and a big curvy rear end. The bottom of the outfit was cut to reveal thighs and legs that looked like they were carved by a sculptor. She sported a deep bronze tan that had to be from a booth and the tan didn't appear to have an end. I'm no expert but this woman had a breathtaking build.

I went down to the basement with Monica for my grooming session. I hadn't done anything in that regard which gave me more time to be touched by her.

"I see I've got a little more work here than last week Nancy" Monica said.

"It's the only fringe benefit I have here, so I might as well take advantage of it" I said bluntly. "Besides, I still haven't recovered from last week's goodbye."

Monica blushed as she ran the razor over me. "I don't know what got over me Nancy, that wasn't right of me to do that" Monica said almost apologetically.

"Wasn't right? It was more than right to me. It was what I've wanted all along," I told her, "and the next time you do it I'll be more prepared. And I won't let go next time either" I added.

Monica laughed as she finished up. "Let's get you dressed and go have our cocktail" she announced merrily as she helped me get into that stupid plaid uniform. 

This had become a favorite time for me, this drink or two or three I had with Monica before the "festivities" would begin. I usually tried to get something out of her regarding this whole production, but I always felt she was hiding something. 

"This Bev is really something" I told Monica. "I thought she was a guy from the back."

"Isn't she an incredible specimen Nancy" Monica said. "She was a nationally ranked bodybuilder for many years and still keeps herself looking great, doesn't she? She's forty years old and doesn't look a day over thirty" Nancy remarked as she gave me my vodka and tonic.

"She doesn't look forty that's for sure," I commented,"but she's kind of well... butch looking isn't she?"

"You should tell her husband that later" Monica said laughing. "He's always trying to get her to soften her look a little. No, she's a woman who enjoys all her options."

"Is her husband going to be involved in this thing tonight?" I asked tentatively.

"No, he's not involved and, oh you... you're trying to get me talking aren't you, you devil" Nancy said. "Richard likes things to be a big surprise, so that you look more natural when it all happens. He'd get mad at me if he heard me babbling like this. Let's just say that Bev will expand your horizons a little more tonight. I think you'll really like it if you only open your mind and relax."

"In that case, I'll need another one of these" I informed Monica, waving my now empty glass in the air. "Another couple of these and I'll be ready for almost anything."

Monica took the glass and did her bartender thing that she did so well. I took the opportunity to try to pry more out of her.

"Say Monica, what exactly do you and Professor Martin do back there on the couch while I'm getting put through these shows, or whatever they are?" I asked innocently.

"Oh, well... we enjoy watching you, that's about all" Monica said with a nervous edge in her voice, looking over my shoulder toward the door.

"Does that bicycle pump or whatever it was that I saw on the couch a couple of weeks ago have anything to do with your watching?" I inquired.

Monica handed me my new drink and looked at me quizzically for a second before bursting into laughter. I loved her laugh and I realized that I had never really heard it before.

"Bicycle pump, oh dear, that's so funny Nancy" Monica said while laughing so hard she began to turn red. "Oh god, you have no idea how...well I guess you aren't that far off!" she said while leaning back against the bar for support until she managed to control herself.

"Well Nancy, as Richard explained to you in the beginning, he's getting on in years and... oh let's just say that sometimes we pleasure each other while watching. It's really quite.... enjoyable" Monica said while shaking her head and muttering "bicycle pump!" through her giggling.

"I'm glad I'm so entertaining and amusing" I snapped, showing I was a little hurt by the answer, I suppose. "Maybe some time I'll sit back there and watch you two go at it and see if it's all that great a show."

Monica put her arm around my shoulder and gave me a squeeze.

"I wasn't laughing at you Nancy, really I wasn't I swear. It's just that you're so sweet and unassuming, I just find it very refreshing. How I would love to trade places with you."

"You can be my guest tonight if you're that interested, just go up and wrestle with this Bev" I quipped. "Better yet, let Professor Martin take my place and I'll sit back there with you."

"That would be much more enjoyable for me to watch Nancy," Monica said with a smile, "and remember you can call him Richard, dear." 

"You wouldn't be doing any watching if I was back there with you Monica" I said, surprising both of us with that comeback. All of a sudden now I was getting assertive, even if it was a few weeks late. "And I'll stick with calling him Professor Martin."

Somehow I couldn't call this jerk Richard. It was too much like making him a friend and putting us on a even level. Calling him Richard would take away the fact that this asshole was blackmailing me. I downed the rest of the drink and asked Monica for another while we waited.

Professor Martin came into the bar area moments later and seemed quite jovial, herding us over to the other room and leading us over to the bed.

"Bev will be joining us momentarily Nancy" Professor Martin announced happily. "Now what you are going to do is give her a massage and, well actually you will both give each other massages. Bev will tell you what to do as you go along dear. Have fun."

With that, they retreated to the darkness, leaving me alone at the bed. Bev entered the room, still wearing the workout uniform. She was almost shining from the perspiration that coated her from head to toe, and it seemed like she had gotten even bigger during that short time period. If that was what they called pumping up, well it worked.

Bev came up to me, bent over and kissed me lightly on the cheek. I felt so tiny, so insignificant next to this woman. I could feel the heat radiating from her body, along with a light scent of tangerine.

Bev helped me take off my plaid blazer and skirt, something I never minded because I hated it so much. My blouse came off next but the bra and panties were to stay on, Bev indicated. Fine by me I whispered. Bev then told me to undress her and I could see that wouldn't take long. 

I tried to figure out how this thing would come off, then saw that it would come off her shoulders and down. That was easier said than done, as I had to use all my strength to get the straps over her muscular shoulders. Once I got past that part, it came off rather easily.

I pulled it down past her breasts, which proudly popped into view. Bev's breasts were pretty big, about the size of hand melons, but appeared smaller that they actually were because of her immense upper body. I got the bottom part of her outfit off and she was naked.

It was an awesome sight to see, sort of like Arnold without a penis. Bev had muscles on muscles, and every movement she made caused them to undulate. She had only the tiniest strip of blonde pubic hair adorning her pussy, and that seemed to be the only hair on her entire body besides her head.

Bev handed me a bottle of lotion and got on her stomach on the bed. I got up on the bed and sprayed some of the goo on the back of her legs, and realized I had no idea what to do, and told Bev so. She told me to do what I had done to me during a massage.

Well, that was no help. There was no way I was, well no way I would have ever gotten naked in front of anybody before this stuff began. Anyway, I did the best I could, rubbing the lotion all over Bev and kneading her flesh like I imagined it should be done.

Bev did not have an ounce of flab anywhere, even her ass was muscular. I could not help but be impressed at the body I was massaging. I would even confess to being aroused, although I was embarassed at the prospect of having her do this to me afterward.

I got up to her shoulders and dug in as hard as I could, and was surprised to get a small grunt out of her in response. After a little more of this she rolled over and I started on the front of her legs and worked up. I didn't know what to do when I got around her pussy so I avoided it.

"Go ahead honey, it won't bite you" Bev said smiling. "Do whatever you like."

I grinned nervously in response and began rubbing around her pussy, my hand stroking the labia and all around. Bev seemed pleased at what I was doing and began breathing more rapidly.

"Get up and take off your panties honey" Bev said in her husky voice.

I got up and slid the panties down and off me, tossing them aside. A low whistle came from Bev's lips as she looked at Monica's fresh new handiwork. She cupped her hands behind her head and smiled sweetly at me.

"God, you are so gorgeous honey. Now take your bra off for me Nancy, slowly, okay?"

I reached back and unhooked the bra, shrugging it off my shoulders as methodically as I could. I had been getting more comfortable with being naked in front of others but still felt nervous and intimidated about it. I looked at Bev who was biting her lip while staring intensely.

"Nancy, finish massaging me so I can do you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen" Bev whispered.

I had no idea what she was seeing but it did make me feel real good, so I got back up beside her and squirted some more lotion on Bev's stomach. I guessed this was what was called a six pack, this ribbed wall of abdominal muscles, and it was a work of art. I looked up at Bev for help as I didn't think I was supposed to go much farther.

"Uh Bev, am I supposed to, uh... do your breasts too? I asked tentatively.

She nodded and smiled so I lotioned up and began kneading her breasts. Well, there was some fat on her after all, I thought as I squeezed and rubbed her firm cannonballs. Her pudgy nipples grew under my touch as I worked over them and Bev's eyes were becoming glassy. Finally I moved up and after massaging her incredibly large biceps for a time, Bev told me that it was my turn. Too bad, because I was really enjoying it.

We changed places and Bev repeated the process with me. In the beginning, it hurt a little bit as Bev either didn't know her own strength or I was too soft, but after I mentioned something about it, she settled down into a comfortable pressure.

By the time she got up to my shoulders, I had figured out why people got massages, because this was great. I felt so relaxed that it seemed like I was floating. Bev worked around my neck a bit and then whispered for me to roll over.

I rolled over and Bev was at the headboard of the bed reaching down for something. She asked for my hands and when I put them out she put these cuffs on my wrists and the next thing I knew my hands were ties to the posts at the top of the bed. I must have looked scared because Bev whispered that I was doing great and just relax.

Easier said than done I thought, but once she began massaging my legs I began to relax again. By the time she was up to my thighs I was ready for her to do something more around that area. Instead, she bypassed my pussy and went on to my stomach before moving up to my breasts.

Between laying on my back and my arms stretched high above my head, when I looked down there was nothing there but puffy little aureolas and very stiff nipples. Bev didn't seem to mind as she worked them over with passion. In a minute I was rubbing my thighs together almost begging for release.

Bev noticed this and immediately straddled me. At first I thought she was trying to hold me down, but I soon figured out that once Bev positioned herself we were now grinding our pussies together. I felt her little strip of pubic hair sliding against my smooth pussy as she continued to rub her hands up and down my chest, occasionally pinching my nipples as she went.

I fought the restraints on my wrist, wanting to grab her breasts as they swung up toward me but I was pinned down tight. I felt my orgasm build up inside me as Bev began grinding into me harder and faster. I could tell that she was getting close too so my hips rose up to offer myself to her.

I came first but Bev was not far behind, and I enjoyed watching her screaming, reveling in hearing her call out my name. The bed was somehow drenched as we slowly regained our senses.

"Oh babe, that was so good" Bev raved as she slowly got up and went to the night table next to the bed. "You're gonna love this now too, I promise."

When she came around I saw she had some things in her hands. There was a jar of something, a strap of some kind and what looked like a rubber dick. Bev was putting the strap thing, actually it was more like a belt, around her waist. She grabbed a little pillow and put it under the small of my back.

Bev then ducked down and I felt her tongue lazily drifting around my pussy before darting inside. She worked her way up and down my opening as I found myself getting more and more interested in what her tongue was doing and less concerned about the other things.

Bev's tongue began sliding down further, occassionally sliding below my pussy and into that sensitive space between the pussy and the butt. Then Bev's tongue left my pussy completely and started licking around my butthole. I was going to tell her that she was way off but soon realized that this was not an accident.

Bev's hands took my cheeks and spread them apart and suddenly I felt her tongue burrowing into my asshole. I nearly flew straight up out of the bed, restraints and all, as I yelped in shock. Bev's tongue stabbed around, darting in and working all around. Her right hand slid up off my butt cheek and began rubbing my clitoris roughly. 

My whole lower torso started shaking under this incredible manipulation. I didn't have time to be disgusted because I was coming and coming hard. I couldn't believe the screams that came out of me as I climaxed, as Bev held me tight to the end, constantly licking and stroking.

I was still coming down off of this crazy ride when I looked up and saw Bev attaching that rubber dick to that harness she now had on around her hips. She almost looked like a guy with that dick sticking out in front of her. She was rubbing goo all over the dick and then Bev reached down and I felt her put one of her fingers in my ass. This felt really weird, and it felt even more strange a minute later when she inserted another finger and began sliding them in and out, turning her hand like a corkscrew as she worked them in deeper and deeper. 

This was so surreal because I was just watching like it was happening to someone else and made no effort to resist. Bev knelt between my legs and I felt her put that dick up to my lubricated asshole and start putting it inside me. I gasped when a little bit of it went in and Bev pulled back a bit.

"I'll be gentle Nancy, just relax" Bev said as she slid a little bit of it in once again. 

Bev gradually began putting more and more of it in, and statred to hump harder and faster. It was beginning to feel good in a weird sort of way. Bev was crouched over me as she rocked in and out, her sweat flying off her onto me, her face a light crimson. 

"You okay baby?" Bev asked with concern in her voice. It's a real little one and I'll be real gentle cause I know it's your first time."

I nodded and as I watched her leaning over me, her hands next to my shoulders, I wanted to reach out and grab her breasts. I wanted to squeeze those massive biceps and longed to sink my teeth into her collarbone.

"Can you let my hands go Bev?" I asked her with increasing urgency in my voice. "I want to touch you so bad."

Bev looked at me, surprised and pleased.

"You do? Well sure you can. You can touch me all you want in a minute when you do me" she said while continuing to probe my asshole with her thing.

I was going to do her? Now this was interesting enough already, but this added something new to the equation. In a minute, Bev stopped stroking into me and slowly withdrew that thing from my ass. It came out with a little pop, and I was almost sorry it was out, because it wasn't feeling bad at all.

Bev was saying something to Professor Martin, and she went over to the night stand again and pulled out another package. Another dick, this one much bigger. Bev undid my hands and took off the harness and put it on me. It needed a whole lot of adjusting and then this big dick was finally attached to the apparatus.

I looked down and there was this gigantic dick wagging in front of me. Too weird! Bev rubbed a wad of that jelly on it as I stood there and watched.




Nancy Porter's Journal: 05



"Oh god, how am I going to fit this big thing in your butt?" I asked incrediously.

"No Nancy, you're going to fuck my pussy with it" Bev said with a chuckle. "Just stick it in and hold onto it as best you can" she said as she grabbed some more jelly in her hand.

"Wait Bev, uh.. can I do that?" I asked.

Bev smiled and nodded vigorously. I took the goo from her and slid it inside her pussy, working a couple of my fingers inside, tenderly stroking her clitoris. She moaned and rocked her head back as I knelt between her thighs, and pointed the thing before easing down. 

This was an amazing feeling, my sliding this cock in and out of her. I fumbled several times and even got unhooked by mistake once, but Bev was patient and I even managed to get her off, much to my amazement. I withdrew my fake dick and collapsed next to Bev. She embraced me and told me how wonderful it had been. I told her it was great for me too and that was the truth, I had to admit.

Monica came down and suggested that we could take a shower if we wanted after we rested. That sounded great to me, and I wanted to play with Bev some more too.

We went over to the big marble bird bath and stepped over the tiny ledge. There were controls on the edge of the basin that Bev seemed to be familiar with, and she got the thing going right away. There was no curtain or anything but the spray was so light and the basin was so big, you would have to try real hard to make a mess.

Bev soaped me up all over and I did the same to her, which drove me mad. Washing her shoulders and arms was the most incredible thing I could possibly imagine. As we washed each other all over I began to get a little more daring in my cleaning, finally sliding my fingers inside of her. Bev cackled at this move of mine and hugged me, whispering in my ear.

"You want more babe?" Bev said, her hands sliding down and squeezing my ass cheeks.

I nodded vigorously and in a second Bev was kneeling between my legs with her mouth inhaling my pussy. I was shaking badly and was having too much trouble standing in the slippery basin, so I asked Bev if we could go back to the bed.

We left the shower mist going and ran back to bed as fast as we could. Whe Bev went down on me again I swiveled around so that she could straddle my face. While her tongue danced inside of me, I reached up, grabbed her slippery, rock hard buttocks and pulled her down to me, trying to stick my entire face inside of her. My legs were wrapped around her head as I came almost deliriously. It took Bev a while longer but I was in no hurry and enjoyed her orgasm as much as she did.

Afterward we took another shower together, this time concentrating a little more on cleaning, and I was sorry to see it end. Professor Martin and Monica came down after we finished showering and I panicked when I saw a guy with them, a big muscular guy with a ponytail. I tried covering up as best I could, which was a dumb waste of energy if he had been watching all that time.

Professor Martin introduced the guy as Bev's husband Bob, who shook my hand warmly like we were old friends. Bev came up from behind me and gave the guy a big hug, then reaching out and bringing me into the embrace.

"Did you see us Bobby? Wasn't she great? I love this girl so much!" Bev gushed.

"You too looked so hot together I couldn't believe it. You are so hot Molly!" Bob said enthusiastically.

"Nancy" I corrected him, still bare assed in the middle of this group hug with Bev and her husband.

We all said our goodbyes and I was left alone to get my real clothes on. As I went back out to the bar area I stopped when I got to that couch. That damn bicycle pump was there again.

I picked the thing up to get a better look at it. It was a tube with a hose attached to it and the hose had like a trigger on it. All of a sudden I saw something oozing out the base of the tube, and I recoiled, throwing it back on the couch in disgust. Yuck! The tube was full of what looked a whole lot like cum! What a sick pup the professor was.

I grabbed the check and the video tape from the bar and left quietly, too grossed out to look at that scumbag again that night. By the time I had gotten to my car, and thought back at everything I had done that night and the previous weeks, I realized I was running out of moral high ground fast. What was worse, I was starting to enjoy these games. 

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In her next entry, Nancy gets a mouthful.



Nancy Porter's Journal: 06



The long delayed sixth installment of Nancy's Journal. Thanks to Literotica for their help, and thanks also to patient readers still around.

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1. Another friday night.

My life had begun to revolve around these Friday night... whatever you want to call them. It was going to feel strange to not go to the Professor's house next week, but it would look too weird to my parents for me not to go up to Stowe, Vermont with them for our annual holiday vacation. I got to go skiing so rarely these days that I was really looking forward to it.

When I got to the Professor's place that friday night, I went to the bar with Monica, who made me an especially potent vodka and tonic. I explained to her that I would be going with my family to Stowe early next friday, so I wouldn't be able come over. Monica looked a little alarmed but said nothing, and before long I saw a couple of people get escorted in by the Professor.

"I know that kid!" I said to Monica, who was busy making me another rather strong drink. "He was in that movie, Home Alone!"

The younger of the two guys that came into the room did look a whole lot like Maccauley Culkin, but when he opened his mouth, I could easily tell that he wasn't the real deal. He stuttered worse then I did, or should I say used to. I had begun to realize that I was doing a whole lot less of that lately, which was fine with me.

The kid was tall and thin, and had long dirty blonde hair. He was really cute, but boy was he nervous! He couldn't look me in the eye, but kept blushing and pawing at the rug with his shoes.

The man with him was an old guy, and I was trying to figure out why they would be hanging around together. He wasn't old enough to be his father, he was old enough to be his grandfather, for crying out loud! What a freak show this place was, I thought to myself, as I got introduced to this old coot.

This guy was kind of stocky with gray hair and a thick moustache. He looked sort of like the guy that used to lecture you to eat your oatmeal on those commercials. He was older than white dog shit, even older than the Professor, and he looked at me like he was undressing me with his eyes. The feeling was definitely not mutual, but the kid, well he was a different story.

The way I felt toward this boy was reassuring to me. The way I had been reacting when I had been with all of these women during this period was making me think that I might be a lesbian. So what does this make me, bi? 

Monica took me into the room for my weekly grooming. I was also getting a little bit hooked on having my pussy smooth shaven. Whether it was the way it looked and felt, or the fact that Monica was so... special at it, I wasn't sure.

"So what do you two have in store for me tonight?" I asked Monica as she ran the razor artfully around my crotch.

"Well, it's not we, it's the Professor, you know that. It's all his ideas" Monica said with a smile. "I do enjoy seeing you though, Nancy. I think that you and Eric are going to have some fun together."

"Which one is Eric?" I inquired bravely, the vodka kicking in on schedule. "Is it Maccauley Culkin or Wilfred Brimley?"

Monica went into a giggle fit upon hearing that, and although I liked the accepting audience for my attempts at humor, it annoyed me that I was being used like this.

"Honestly Nancy, where do you come up with these things?" Monica chuckled. "I imagine you will be spending most of the time with Eric. He's a handsome young boy isn't he?"

"Yeah, I guess he is" I said. "He looks even younger than me."

"Just turned eighteen, so I guess he is a little younger" Monica said. "He has something else in common with you Nancy."

"Are you guys blackmailing him too?" I asked in a tone that came out a little more snotty than I had intended.

"No, I meant that he's a virgin too, just like you" Monica said with an edge in her voice.

"Well, we're both leaving here the same way" I told her. "That is, unless you're planning on taking him on yourself."

"No, I'll leave that up to you" Monica said as she wiped my silky smooth mound clean. "You remember what you did with Bev last week?"

"Of course I remember" I told Monica. "You mean I'm going to put a fake dick on and screw him?"

"No, but you're going to let him do what Bev did to you" Monica said matter-of-factly. "Won't that be fun?"

Well, what Bev did to me last week was to put a fake dick around herself and proceed to stick it in my ass. What she was proposing was obviously for this Eric kid to put the real thing in me. I did stay a virgin, I supposed, but the line was becoming tough to see. How many things are allowed to get jammed into your ass before you're no longer pure?

"What about Pops?" I said. "Please don't tell me he's involved."

"He will be there to help his gra... friend, as sort of an advisor" Monica said as she got up and got my clothes. "You can do some of those things you've learned to do so well with your mouth. Perhaps you'll enjoy it so much you'll want to do other things."

I made a face at that prospect, and then saw what I was going to be wearing.

"I hate this friggin' outfit. It makes me look like a goofy kid!" I said to Monica, as she helped me on with that school uniform of blouse and plaid skirt.

"Oh, I think it makes you look sexy as can be" Monica said as she finished up with me.

Her seal of approval, in addition to a very nice kiss and a couple of well placed squeezes, put me back in good spirits. So with another drink from Monica, I awaited this Eric kid.

2. OH NO!

After making me cool my heels for a few minutes, the rest of this merry band of perverts came into the room, and the Professor came down to talk to me.

"Okay my dear, what you will do is let them undress you, and then you can undress Eric and do what Monica told you to do" the Professor instructed me before going back to his seat.

I stood in front of Eric, who could not raise his eyes off the ground to save his life. Pops came behind me and rubbed his hands up and down my arms, apparently waiting for Eric to do something.

"Well Eric, aren't you going to tell Nancy how pretty she is? Pops suggested.

Eric tried to tell me, I think, and it tortured me to hear him stammering away like that. It also made me feel good to not be the most terrified one in the group. I put my hands on his, and brought them up to my breasts, because I feared that if I didn't then Pops would start groping me.

He smiled when I pulled his hands tight to my breasts, and he began squeezing them ever so softly through all the clothing. 

"Doesn't she have nice breasts Eric?" Pop asked. "Wouldn't you like to see them? All you have to do is unbutton her blouse."

Eric was shaking like a leaf, and was having trouble even touching the button, much less undoing it.

"It's okay," I heard myself saying, while actually trying to comfort the kid, "just relax."

I knew that was easier said than done, but once I steadied his hands, he managed to get a couple undone. He looked so excited that he was actually turning me on. Nobody had ever been all that thrilled about getting my blouse off before, so maybe that was part of the way I felt toward him.

Pops was behind me and pulled the blouse off my shoulders the second it came unbuttoned. He unclasped my bra quickly and soon that was off me as well.

The sight of my little boobs didn't calm Eric down any, but in fact seemed to get him even more excited, making him a guy after my heart for sure. He was squeezing and honking on them in a rather amateurish but charming manner, so much so that I barely noticed Pops had gotten my skirt off and was pulling my panties down.

I stepped out of them and tolerated Pops and his hands squeezing my ass cheeks, while looking at Eric's face as he looked down at what Pops had uncovered.

"Check out Molly's pussy Eric" Pops said gruffly. "What do you think about that sweet thing?"

"Nancy" I corrected Pops softly, still trying to figure out where all this Molly shit was coming from.

"No hair" Eric said in a quivering voice that went up a couple of octaves as he managed those two words.

His hand was visibly shaking as he reached down between my legs and ran his trembling fingers over my smooth mound. I started shaking a little myself as I enjoyed the gentle caressing.

"She's a sweetie, that's for sure Eric" Pops said, as I felt him rub up against my backside, his erection poking rudely between my cheeks. "Get your clothes off so she can get a gander at you. I think you've got something she'll like to look at."

Eric started taking his clothes off with a great deal of self-consciousness. He had a cute body, really slender and smooth looking. When he got down to his boxer shorts, he stood trying to cover up the prominent bulge in his boxer shorts.

"Get them off Eric" Pops demanded, and while I was annoyed at his attitude, I was interested in him doing that too.

He pulled them down while facing away from from me, and only after some more urging from Pops did Eric turn around and take his hands away from his crotch.

The kid had nothing to be ashamed off, that was for sure. His dick was really long, a helluva lot longer than most I'd seen, and while it was skinny, I thought it was really nice looking as far as dicks go. It was hard as a rock and bobbed in front of him as he shifted his weight from side to side.

"Say, what do you think of that hunk of meat, dearie?" Pops asked me in a whisper. "Get close to Molly, Eric. Let her get a better look of that nice long cock of yours!"

He walked toward me tentatively, and I smiled and reached my hand out. My fingers wrapped around his throbbing dick, and as I touched it I could feel its incredible warmth and hardness.

I gave it one little pull and started to tell him how nice I thought his equipment was. Suddenly, he let out a howl. A sound so blood-curdling that I thought I had hurt him. As his face contorted in pain, I felt the warm spray of his cum splatter onto my stomach and thighs. I felt helpless, and all I could do was pull on it a couple more times as he bent over slightly and kept coming all over both of us.

"Shit!" Pops muttered in disgust, as Eric tried to regain his senses.

Eric's face was beet red, from embarrassment as much as excitement, as he looked down at the mess he had made.

"I'm so s... s... sorry" Eric said in a voice so shaken I was afraid he was going to start crying any second. "It's just... t... t... that you're s...s... so beautiful."

Pops started to get on him about his rather quick ending to the activity, but I shut him down quick. Ah, the braveness a little alcohol provides.

"Leave him alone!" I snapped. "It's no big deal."

There was a lot of conversation going on in the back of the room, and soon Monica was coming up to where we were standing.

"Just take care of Eric's... friend for a little while" Monica advised me before heading back to the Professor.

I looked over at Pops, who had stripped down to his boxer shorts already. The old fart had a nasty looking body, with a bunch of sad looking old tattoos and a pot belly. He dropped his shorts when he saw me looking over at him, and he had his cock in his hand, milking it with a sadistic look on his face while beckoning me over to him.

"Come on dearie" he said. "I think I've got what you need right here."

Well, that wasn't really what I needed, I thought when I looked at his cock. He had one of those headless things, which I had decided I didn't much care for, and although his pecker was thicker than Eric's, it wasn't nearly as long or good looking.

I really would have preferred to stay with Eric, and... encourage him back to life, but instead found myself kneeling in front of Pops. I had been nudged rather firmly down there by his hand on my shoulder, which I didn't much care for either.

I took his cock into my mouth, the musky aroma more than matched by the taste. I began sliding my mouth up and down the shaft, and felt Pops hands on the back of my head.

"That's it dearie," Pops moaned, "that's the way to do it. Skin it back so you can work the head. Suck my cock, deeper now ... take it deeper!"

His hands started to force my head down on his pecker, trying to make me take the whole thing in my mouth. When I felt myself start to gag, I gave him a little bite, which made him ease up a little on the pushing.

"Work my balls now Molly" Pops said, as he extracted his cock from my mouth and holding it up, giving me the joy of sucking on my hairy sack.

"Oh, that's it dear... so good... my, what a wonderful cocksucker you are" Pops said as he finally let me go back to his dick, which was only slightly less disgusting than his balls.

"Eric, you like what Molly's doing to me, don't you?" Pops asked the kid. "Seems your delightful cocksucking has gotten Eric's interest, my dear" he said as he withdrew his thing from my mouth.

Sure enough, Eric had his erection back already, and the sight of that far more appealing tool was welcome to me.

"I'll bet you'd like Molly to do that to you, wouldn't you Eric? Pops asked. "So nice to be young, dumb and full of cum" he chortled. "Why don't you go give Eric some of your attention dear? I'll be waiting for more later."

Oh joy, was my only thought as I turned around to face Eric.

"You want Molly to suck your cock, don't you Eric?" Pops said yet again. 

"If s... s... she wa... wa... wants to" Eric replied, moving closer to me.

My answer was to reach over and grab Eric's gorgeously long tube by the base and bring it to my lips, letting my tongue dance around the acorn-shaped head before slowly sliding my mouth down the length of his shaft as far as I could go.

"Oooooooohhhhhh no!" I heard yet again, as Eric's knees buckled and I felt his dick blast away into the recesses of my throat. I grabbed his ass cheeks and pulled him close to me, trying not to gag as he blew his wad down my throat.

Another first for me, as I kept sucking on his withering tool long after he was spent. Anything was better than going back to Pops. It was a good thing my mouth was full too, because I heard Pops giving Eric an earful about his latest misstep.

"What the hell is the matter with you, Eric?" Pops scolded him, as I continued to work over his spent dick. "You're supposed to let her suck that thing for awhile before you cum!"

"I'm s... s... sorry" Eric said, now more upset than ever despite my working over his dick furiously.

"There must be something wrong with..." was as far as Pops got before I cut him off. 

"Shut the fuck up and leave the kid alone!" I snapped at Pops.

Surprisingly he did, and I went back to work on Eric, who was speechless as well. I was pretty pleased of myself, knowing full well that making the kid feel worse was only going to screw him up more. That's how kids like him end up like that, and I knew that from painful experience.

I looked up at Eric through the little tuft of hair above his pecker, and smiled as best I could with my mouth full of limp dick. He looked relieved and began to run his hands through my hair. Gently, and not forcing my head on himself, but more like guiding it up and down. I could feel his cock begin to stir a little bit, and I enjoyed feeling the shaft begin to harden ever so slightly in my mouth.

I started to squeeze his dangling nut sack with my hand, and the moans and squirming that followed really turned me on. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Pops jerking off next to us, and tried to ignore him.

"That's it Molly" Pops said as he watched me work on Eric's sick. "Make his dick nice and big again. Make it hard so he can stick it in your tight little ass."

That reminder sobered me up a bit, as I tried to imagine what this was going to be like. I had already gotten introduced to that entrance with a fake one. What was this going to be like with the real deal? At the rate Eric was getting aroused again, it wouldn't be too long before I was going to find out.

3. Here comes Eric.

The kid was getting stiff again really fast, which seemed impossible after already getting off twice in the space of a half hour. Eric started moaning again and so I let up on his dick. I must have been getting pretty good at sucking dick, and I have to admit that I sort of liked it, especially Eric's.

The Professor said something from the back of the room that I couldn't hear, and then I was being helped to my feet and brought over to the bed. I was a little unsteady walking, the result of drinking a little too much I supposed.

Pops was on the bed, laying there slowly moving his fist up and down his cock as he looked at me. I shuddered at the sight and turned my attention back to Eric, who had a condom in his hand and was trying to unwrap it.

"Here, let me help you" I said, taking it from him and ripping open the package. My sex education class was going to pay off, as I remembered having to put one of these things on a prop. 

After learning how to do that, I went to the health center and got some more of them. I remembered how cool I felt asking the nurse for them, like I was really going to have sex or something. I took them home and played games in my room with bananas, pretending that I was with my husband and we were going to make love on our wedding night. How long ago that all seems, and how goofy I was.

Now I had a rubber in my hand and was going to put it on a boy's dick, who was then going to stick it in my butt. My hands were shaking, but way less than Eric's, whose knees were knocking as well, so I thought it might be faster if I tried to do it.

I rolled it out a little and put it on the end of his dick, which was leaking goo already. I slowly rolled it down over his crown, and when I got over the ridge of the head and started down the shaft, Eric let out a familiar moan. I stopped right away and got up off my knees. Eric stood there with his eyes screwed shut, trying not to come.

"It's okay Eric" I said quietly, putting my hand on his shoulder. "Did you...?"

He shook his head no, which I was happy to see. Another quick ending and Pops would start bitching again. Next time, I might have to kick his ass, I figured, smiling at the thought of that.

"Think of something else for a few minutes, Eric" I suggested, trying to lighten the tension. "Something less fun than this."

"O... o... okay" Eric managed to get out.

"I know you're nervous" I told him. "I am too. I've never done this with a boy before."

"Really?" Eric said, and I nodded reassuringly, not bothering to mention Bev.

"Really. I'm scared too, but I'm looking forward to it" I said, only half truthfully. "I'm glad it's going to be with a cute guy like you."

He seemed to be stunned to hear a compliment, and I knew that Eric and I were a lot alike. We weren't used to being told we were good looking, or worth a shit by the real world. He was reacting to the kindness much like I did, so I continued.

"You just have to control what you're feeling, and try to think of something else when you feel like you're going to have an orgasm" I said confidently, becoming a virgin Dr. Ruth all of a sudden.

I tried to unroll the rubber down the rest of his shaft while distracting him with some more talk.

"You okay?" I asked as I got the rubber all the way down the length of his cock. "There, that wasn't so tough, was it?"

"N... n... no, I guess n... n... not" Eric said. "I just c... c... can't believe I'm actually here with you."

I guessed he meant that he never thought he would be with a girl, because I never even saw the kid before tonight.

"Well, we're together, and I guess you're going to be my first boy that puts his thing in my bottom. Are you going to be gentle? Because you have a very long penis, and I don't want you to hurt me too much with it."

Master psychologist that I was becoming, that praise had the desired effect. I was directed to get on to bed on all fours, with my head over Pops' cock. Oh brother. The vision of that cock head sliding in and out of sight as he pulled on it distracted me from Eric, as he inserted a lubricated finger into my ass.




Nancy Porter's Journal: 06



"Ooooooh!" I howled as he put another finger into me.

Pops wiggled his dick in my face, expecting me to do something with it, but I was kinda busy at that moment. Eric was climbing behind me and rubbing his cock around my asshole, searching for the opening. I tried to reach down between my legs to help him but only succeeded in poking him in the nuts.

"There!" I yelled, as I felt the tip of his dick at the opening. 

Eric thrust into me with all his might, with no trace of being subtle. Wham! Right into my ass, all the way down to his balls.

"Yeoooooowwwww!" I screamed, feeling the searing pain that accompanied the sudden entry of about eight skinny inches of Eric.

"S... s... sorry!" Eric replied, as he began to pull himself out.

"NO!" I hollered. "Keep going. Fuck me in the ass Eric!"

I thrust my butt back into him, not wanting to go through that again. Eric got the idea and began humping away. Pops grabbed the back of my head and forced it down onto his dick, which I sucked with reluctance, not being able to multi-task like this with any level of skill just yet.

Eric lasted about a minute, which was more than any of us expected. He started howling and he grabbed my hips and held me tight when he came. I felt his dick spasming in my ass, a series of at least a half dozen jerks which felt really interesting, and I was kind of sorry I couldn't feel what it was like to have him cum inside of me.

Eric pulled off of me and fell next to me on the bed, exhausted and happy, thanking me for the wonderful experience. I barely noticed Pops getting off the bed, and had almost forgotten about him until I saw a condom wrapper get tossed next to the bed, and felt a fat lubricated finger slide into my ass.

"Thanks for opening her up for me Eric" Pops said as I felt him bring his cock up to the opening. "I think you might find this one will feel a little bit different."

Before I could protest or even move, Pops had inserted the tip of his cock into my ass. He knew exactly where it was supposed to go, and as I screamed while that fat dick ripped into my tender little opening, I came to the conclusion Pops was right. This one certainly did feel different.

It lasted longer too. A LOT longer. Pops rammed that cock into me for what seemed like forever, even stopping a couple of times to lubricate me again. I just wanted it to be over, and I tried to lose myself in the rhythm of his balls slapping into my groin as he pounded away without mercy.

Finally, just when I didn't think I could take anymore, Pops finally stopped and pulled out. I heard a slapping sound which was soon followed by a warm spray on my backside, accompanied by loud groans. What had he done? Jerked off on me? Whatever, I didn't care. At least it was over.

My asshole felt like it was on fire as I collapsed on the bed. When I opened my eyes Monica was there rubbing my back.

"There Nancy, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Monica cooed into my ear.

"It hurts" I managed to say. "His was too fat."

"I know, that must have been very painful" Monica agreed, as I felt her rubbing something around my anus.

It was cool and soothing, and it felt so nice that I let Monica roll me over onto my back while she continued to rub some sort of oinment around the burning ring. I felt myself getting aroused as Monica's finger lighting danced in and out of the opening, and my hips began to rise and fall without my even thinking about it.

"Didn't you have an orgasm, Nancy?" Monica asked, and when I shook my head she got up and whispered something in Eric's ear. 

Eric, who had been watching with a worried look on his face, along with his ever-present erection swaying between his legs, eagerly nodded and climbed onto the bed. He climbed over me with his cock in my face, and as I felt his tongue begin to probe around inside of me, I realized that we were about to have another first together. As I wrapped my lips around his rigid dick, I knew this was something I was going to like a lot.

4. Home again.

The next day I went down to the kitchen for breakfast, where Mom had just gotten off the phone.

"What's up? I asked as I sat down in front of my bacon and eggs, wincing in pain as my buring butt hit the seat.

"Oh Nancy, that was Professor Martin" Mom said joyfully. "He told me how wonderful you are and how important it was that you go over there next week to watch the dogs."

"Can't" I said. "We're going to Stowe next Friday."

"Well, he told me that he would be able to get you up there bright and early the next morning, so I told him that would be okay" Mom said. "He's such a nice man!"

"No problem for us" Dad said as he entered the room from behind me. "We don't do anything the first day anyway except get settled in, so you won't miss anything. Besides, it'll give us some time to ourselves" he added, giving a rare show of affection to the old lady.

"Great" I said half-heartedly, as I poked at my eggs. 

Mom and Dad were now going out of their way to help the Professor. I was half tempted to show them the video I had gotten last night of the previous week's encounter with Bev. 

Here folks, check out what I do over there when you think I'm dog sitting! The nice man is in the back of the room doing god knows what while I put on shows like this for him!

I thought it, but of course I didn't say it. Another week, and another adventure awaited me.

*****

Thank you for reading, and I sincerely apologize for the delay. The next chapter is right behind this one.



Nancy Porter's Journal: 07



Nancy's seventh journal entry finds her once again at the Professor's house on the Friday before Christmas despite Nancy having thought otherwise. While her parents were on their way to Stowe to get their place set up for their vacation, Nancy was going where she had been going every Friday night for the last couple of months.

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1. A gift for Nancy.

My parents were the biggest idiots known to man. They had to be, in order to let the Professor pull this shit off. How the hell important was it for someone to watch their dogs for them? Important enough to for them to arrange to get me up to Stowe to meet them the next day? Who was I after all, the freakin' dog whisperer?

My old lady was so pleased that her little girl was making friends that she probably didn't give a damn about logic. Cold and calculating Dad only thought of the business angle.

"Can't do you any harm to score points with the faculty at school! Making friends is like putting money in the bank" the old man sagely advised me. "After all, making the right kind of friendships, ones with important people, is what got me where I am today."

I bit my tongue in order not to ask him whether any of those friends got involved with having people fuck him in the ass while they sat in the back of the room and did who knows what to themselves? Doing this despite sitting next to the most beautiful woman in the world.

Monica, that is. When I arrived at the Professor's house that Friday evening, Monica greeted me looking even more stunning than usual. I realized, as she led me into the bar area, that she was wearing the same black evening dress that she wore the first night I had come over here.

My unabashed staring at Monica that night, and my helping her unhook the back of that dress was how this had all gotten started, I realized as I thought back to that fateful evening. My fascination, which soon became infatuation over this goddess began that night. What a fool I had been, and what a bigger fool I was to admit to myself that if I had it all to do over again, I'm not certain I would have done anything differently.

After making us both vodka and tonics, Monica joined me on the other side of the bar. She seemed very flirty toward me, touching my arm a lot when she talked, giving me little squeezes of affection and just turning me on in general.

I didn't hide my staring down the front of her dress at that magnificant cleavage. My boldness might have been the result of all the flirting or the effect of a very strong drink which quickly became two after Monica went back behind the bar.

"I see you got your hair cut Nancy" Monica commented. "It's very nice. Makes you look a little bit older I think. I don't know what Professor Martin will think about it though."

"Well as long as you like it, I don't really give a shit what that pervert thinks" was my modest opinion.

The Professor didn't much like it, and said so when he joined us soon after. Said he liked me to keep looking the way I did before, and before ducking out of the room he said something about working around it. Well, get over it, my dear Professor.

After yet another drink, I was feeling no pain. Monica stepped out of the room after I asked her what sort of freak show I was going to be the main attraction of tonight. The Professor came back soon after that and looked at me with the warmth of a jeweler appraising a ring.

"Come with me Nancy. I want to show you a little present I have for you" he said softly while escorting me into the little chamber of perversions that awaited me on the other side of the door. I recoiled from his touch but walked alongside of him as we reached the door. He opened it wide and stepped back to let me in first.

"Merry Christmas, my dear" the Professor said softly, as he closed the door behind me, with him remaining on the other side.

This was certainly different than the usual set up, and just as a thought raced through my mind about where Monica was, I looked up at the bed at the other end of the room. There she was, Monica. Sitting on the edge of the bed under the soft lights, and then rising when she saw me.

I walked toward her, past the couch where she usually sat with the Professor. This couch was now empty, and I kept walking toward Monica like a zombie. After reaching her, I looked around in confusion.

"Where... who is?" I managed to get out.

"Just me" Monica said just before she wrapped her arms around me. "Is that okay?"

When Monica's full red lips found my thin trembling ones, and I felt the weight of her massive breasts against mine, I finally realized what was going on. And yes, It was okay. It was way more than okay.

"I think you know how to do this" Monica said wryly, turning around to allow me to undo the little hook at the top of the dress. This time, when I unzipped the dress and it fell off her, she was naked underneath.

Monica turned around and I almost fainted. She was even more beautiful than I had remembered. My reaction was to stand there and shake like a leaf. All my big talk and thoughts about what I would do to Monica if I ever got the chance, and there I stood with my eyes watering and my knees knocking.

"I've been waiting for this a long time" Monica said as she unbuttoned my blouse and pulled it off my shoulders.

YOU have, I thought? Me? I was still speechless. Monica's hands worked all around me while I stood there making like a statue. Then, all of a sudden I was naked, and all my feelings of inadequacy came rushing back to me. Standing next to this woman I felt pathetic.

"You're so beautiful" Monica whispered before she bowed her head and took my left breast into her mouth, her tongue running roughshod around the rubbery nipple. I ran my hand through her luxuriant blonde hair and gradually felt my fears begin to melt away. Feelings that were replaced my other feelings. Feelings of a more primal nature.

2. Afterward.

I've made up my mind not to talk about my moments with Monica. Everything else in my life during then has become public knowledge, and that time seems to be about the only private thing I have to show for those months, so it's staying in the vault. Suffice to say that I had incredible expectations and grandiose dreams of how it would be with Monica, and they all were surpassed. It was the most wonderful experience of my life.

Afterward, as we lay in each other's arms, thoroughly satisfied and exhausted, I heard some noises coming from the back of the room and looked over to Monica, who had a rather sad expression on her face. She reached over and handed me a water bottle from the side of the bed.

"Have a drink, Nancy" Monica said, and when I declined she brought it up to my lips for a sip anyway and held it upright, almost forcing the rotten water down my throat.

"I think the Professor will be looking for a gift in return" Monica said. "I'll stay with you and help you along."

"Help me what?" I asked, before turning around and looking into the glare of the lights toward the back of the room. I could see the Professor coming down the aisle, and when I first began to be able to make him out, I almost started laughing out loud.

The professor was naked, except for a hood he was wearing over his head. He looked like one of those hokey looking wrestlers, with this black mask covering him from the neck up, except for two eye holes and a cutout for the mouth. That was the funny part. 

The part that was definitely not funny was the area below his waist. Just below his little grey furred pot belly was his cock. To say I had never seen anything like it before would be an understatement.

At the base of his thing was some sort of harness which squeezed the base of his cock tightly. Something was attached below it that had his balls in some sort of grip that forced them down low in his huge sack.

As for the Professor's cock itself, it was enormous. The brace or whatever it was at the base of the shaft covered the first few inches. The rest of it was uncovered, and bobbed wildly in front of him as he waddled up to us. It was beet red, hard and looked almost angry. Thick veins ran up the shaft before disappearing under the obscenely bulbous head, which looked to be bigger than a lemon.

"It's okay to act like you're scared, Nancy" Monica informed me as she pulled me up to sit on the edge of the bed.

I didn't have to act scared, I WAS scared. Even in my dazed state, this was really crazy. Why the hell did the Professor have that thing clamped onto his genitals like that? It was so tight it had to be painful! His thing looked like it was ready to explode, almost appearing to throb as he stood in front of me.

Strangely enough, I remember trying to imagine how in the world the Professor managed to fit that monstrosity into that little pussy of Monica's, even while she was easing me down to my knees. The professor was stroking that weapon in his meaty hand while looking down at me through that mask which was no longer stupid looking to me.

"Open wide, Molly my dear" The professor said as he took a step toward me.

I remember asking him why he was calling me Molly, just before he rubbed the fat head of that thing across my lips. Monica was holding the back of my neck, alternately masssaging and pushing me toward him.

"Just suck it like you did Eric and the other men" Monica whispered. "Lick it and then start to take it into your mouth."

Eric, and the other guys were not built like the Professor, and I didn't see how it was possible. Not only was his cock at least a foot long, it was so damn fat there was no way I could open my mouth that wide!

"It's too big" I whimpered pathetically. "I can't!" 

"You will suck my cock, Molly," the Professor said somewhat sternly, "or perhaps you would prefer my sticking this into your little asshole? Would that please you more?""

At that point I became a little more motivated, dabbing my tongue around the opening, tasting the salty and sour taste of the goo that was oozing out of him. I put as much of the head of his cock in my mouth as I could manage, sliding my lips from the tip right up to the puffy ridge of the head before backing down.

"That's it Molly, look up at me while you suck my cock" the Professor said. "It's time you graduated from the boys anyway. Time to experience what it's like to perform your skills on a real man for a change."

Monica had gotten on the floor behind him, and while I have no idea what she was doing, the Professor parted his thighs slightly and let out a groan that sounded like a foghorn.

"Uhhhhhhh... that's it" he mooed. "Molly, work the shaft with you hands. Milk it! Squeeze my balls too, my dear."

I put my hands around the shaft of the thing, just above where that leathery band ended. There was room for both of my hands on the thing, that's how big it was, but it was so fat I couldn't get my hands completely around it. I pumped my hands up and down it as best I could, all the time thinking, this thing he expected me to be able to suck?

I kept sucking as best I could, and was able to get the entire head of the thing in my mouth after a while. This pleased the Professor, and he began thrusting in time with my mouth, his pendulous balls slapping me in the throat. This combination of this caused me to gag for a moment, which allowed me to get that thing out of my mouth. My jaw was aching as I looked at that glistening crimson weapon before going down on it once more.

How long this went on, I can't really say. It felt like forever. My knees were as sore as my jaw.

"Look up toward me and close your eyes!" the Professor suddenly bellowed, and took his cock out of my hands and began pumping it furiously.

I did as he said, and after kneeling there before him, listening to the frenzied slapping sounds his fist was making, he yelled out for me not to move. He let out a moan that sounded almost painful, and seconds later I felt the warm spray of his cum squirting all over my face.

I resisted the urge to back away, or to even put my hands up to wipe the stuff off. I just knelt there while he spurted all over me, feeling the sticky goo landing all over my face, neck and hair.

"Stay still!" the Professor ordered, and so I just knelt and waited with my eyes screwed shut, feeling the cum begin to trickle down in an agonizingly slow way.

I sensed the Professor backing away, followed by a gentle wiping of my eyelids. I opened my eyes and saw Monica dabbing at me with a damp cloth.

"Beautiful Nancy, you did wonderfully!" Monica gushed, as I saw the Professor waddling out the door.

"Is it all over?" I asked Monica, trying to flex my jaw back into some reasonable condition.

"All over, Nancy" Monica said, as she got up and turned out the light, before helping me back on to the bed.

Monica climbed under the covers with me and softly caressed my back. I buried my face between those huge breasts of hers and inhaled her sweet perfume, and began to return her affection. 

While she was right about it being all over, I was far from done, as she soon found out. Funny how the human body can recuperate so quickly, given the proper motivation. 

3. Off to Stowe.

The next morning I awoke in Monica's arms, which was worth the aching jaw and everything else that had gone on the previous night. Monica got up when I did, and rebuffed my efforts to go down on her for breakfast.

"Now, you have to go home and get cleaned up" Monica told me. "There will be someone coming by your house to pick you up around eight, so don't dilly-dally too much, my love!"

After a rather extended goodbye, I drove home on the quiet and deserted streets. A dusting of snow had fallen, and so I drove with extra care, wondering exactly how they were going to get me up to Stowe. The house was deserted when I got there. I hustled into the shower, and while I regretted eliminating the sweet smell of Monica from my skin, hosing off the Professor's cum was something I longed for.

Mom had left me a note, telling me that they had taken my skis and suitcase with them and hoped that everything went well at the Professor's.

Sure Mom, I thought as I looked out the window at headlights coming up the road. Let's see, I had never even got a look at Ziggy and Roy, who were the reason I was supposed to be over there in the first place.

I got to make love to my best friend and the most gorgeous woman in the world most of the night, and... oh yeah that's right. I got to suck on the world's biggest dick. It went really great, Mom. Wish you could have seen it.

A car swung into our driveway, and when I went out the door I did a double take. There was a freaking limousine waiting out there for me. A handsome guy in a uniform hopped out of the car and hustled around to the back, opening the door for me.

"Good morning, Ms. Porter. I'm Anthony, and I'll be your driver this morning" he said in a very dignified tone. "Will we be needing to make any stops along the way, or shall we be going directly to Stowe?"

"Uh... er.. no stops" I stammered as I climbed into the back seat, which seemed as big as my bedroom. "I have the address of... "

Anthony was quite aware of where my parents' timeshare condo was, as he recited the address off the top of his head. I took my coat off in the back seat, as it was toasty warm and sooooo comfortable in there.

Anthony got into the car and before he pulled out of my driveway, he got on the intercom.

"There are some pastries and snacks in the right compartment, and juices in the refrigerator. You'll also find a bottle of Champagne in there if you would care to make a Mimosa."

"Oh wow!" I said, any thought of being able to act like this was an everyday experience going by the wayside.

"There is a DVD player under the television, and a few movies there to choose from, if you would care to watch something. Should you need to make a comfort stop, please push the intercom button and let me know at your pleasure. The other button closes the curtain."

"Gee, no bathroom in here? Okay, thank you" I said. "Um... would you like a bear claw or something, Anthony?"

"No, thank you Ms. Porter" he said while we drove down my street.

I wanted to drive past my friends to show off, before I remembered that I really didn't have any friends. Failing that, I struggled to pop the cork of the bubbly, finally getting it to fly up off the roof, and sucked down my first Mimosa. After Anthony was kind enough to tell what what was in it besides Champagne, that is.

I popped Miss Congeniality into the DVD player, gnawed on a danish and generally acted like a Princess as my limo hit the interstate. The car sailed through the snow like a jet, so quickly that I wanted to slow down. I wanted to make this last forever. After all, it isn't everyday you get to be treated like a movie star.

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Nancy hits the slopes of Stowe in the next installment, hopefully following right behind this. Comments and the like are always welcomed, and I thank the patient folk still with us! 



Nancy Porter's Journal: 08



Nancy's eighth journal entry finds her on her way to the family vacation in Stowe, Vermont. After an interesting holiday gift from the Professor, Nancy gets to relax for a few days.

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1. I met a boy.

It happened on my first day up at Stowe. I was on a trail that I really shouldn't have been on, given the limited amount of skiing I had been doing over the last couple of years. It was something I could have handled easily when I was seventeen and was skiing every weekend but now I ended up taking a rather nasty fall.

Nothing broken, I could tell as I struggled to my feet. My ankle was a little tender but that was it. As I was getting myself back together, one of the patrol guys came over and complimented me on my cartwheel, having seen me go flying from up the trail.

He was a nice kid, and after a while he came right out and asked me if I wanted to hang out with him later that evening. I don't know what was more surprising; his asking me or my accepting.

Anyway, he made me promise not to kill myself for the rest of the day before we headed down the mountain. Me, on an actual sort of date! I told my Mom about it down at the base lodge and she seemed thrilled about it, and wouldn't mind my skipping dinner that night.

2. Greg.

His name was Greg, and even though we really didn't get real good looks at each other on the trail, I recognized him right away at the burger joint. 

He was even cuter than I remembered. Greg was only a little taller than me, and had long light brown hair and dimples. It turned out he was twenty one, only a couple of years older than me. 

I was really happy that he didn't seem disappointed in me either, and we had a lot of fun. His friends were okay, but I only had eyes for Greg that night.

He suggested that we go back to his apartment, and he seemed shocked when I accepted. The "we" turned out to be just me and Greg, which was okay by me. He had a little apartment in the less prosperous section of town that he shared with a guy he worked with. The guy wasn't there, and wouldn't be either, Greg explained.

We sat around and talked for a little bit, and then we started to make out. After some kissing and dueling tongues, I felt Greg's hand slide under my sweater and begin playing with my titties through my blouse.

I hadn't bothered with a bra for this very reason. If I was going to get felt up, I thought it would be better to have Greg just be able to find out right away how little was up there, rather than play around with the padding and be disappointed.

Greg certainly wasn't disappointed, as he worked his hand inside my blouse rather expertly and was cupping my little buds in record time. My nipples were already hard but this made them diamond cutters, as Greg squeezed and tweaked them excitedly.

I was getting really hot in more ways than one, so I broke away for a second and pulled my sweater off, giving Greg less to work around. He took advantage of that and worked my blouse upward. I felt a feeling of embarrassment as the blouse went up under my arms, exposing my rather meager offerings to Greg in the dim light, but his animal-like attack only got more intense.

I tentatively reached down and put my hand on his lap, which made Greg moan a little as he tried to shift himself in order to make contact with me.

"Oh Nancy, you are so beautiful" Greg said between nipple munches.

Beautiful? I'm in love, I thought to myself as my hand groped Greg's crotch, having no problem finding his erection through the jeans. I pulled and squeezed the bulge, making Greg squirm under my touch.

We kept this up for quite a while, and I rebuffed Greg's attempted explorations of my own crotch a couple of times. I wasn't about to go that far on the first date, but I was horny as hell, and wasn't going to send Greg away unhappy.

I unzipped Greg's jeans and squeezed his dick through his underwear, which had a little stain of excitment on them. That turned me on, as did the fact that what I was groping didn't feel very big. After the Professor last Friday, I wasn't interested in any more horse cocks, thank you very much.

"Here... let me..." Greg said as he pulled his jeans down and leaned back on the couch. I tugged his underwear down and saw his dick spring out from behind the elastic.

Greg's dick was really kinda small and thin, I thought to myself as I took it in my hand and slid my hand up and down the shaft. Hard as a rock, though, and I was never much on sizes anyway. How could I be, with Greg perfectly content to play with my little breasts like they were something special.

I got up from the couch and pulled Greg's jeans and underwear completly off, and knelt between his legs. I ran my hands up and down his muscular legs, feeling the light dusting of hair underneath my fingers.

I moved further up and took his dick in my hand, as he looked down at me through the small tuft of hair that grew above his cock. My other hand began to knead his nut sack, rolling those rather sizeable balls in my palm as I bowed my head down over him.

Greg gasped as my lips found the acorn shaped head, rolling my tongue around the rim and opening. Greg's dick was probably only five inches long at best, so it was no problem for me to slowly slide my lips down the entire length of his thing, until my nose was nestled in his soft pubic hair.

"Aaaarrrrggghhh!" Greg howled as my mouth burrowed into his groin, looking for even more dick, before slowly pulling all the way back up.

After a few more of those strokes, I pulled back and began licking and sucking on the head, holding his dick at the base between my thumbs and index finger. I loved watching Greg squirm under me, making him writhe with every move I made. 

Looking up at Greg while I tortured the tip of his dick with my rapid tonguing, our eyes met. His eyes were glazed over and he was sweating like a pig. Me, I was cool, calm and collected.

"Ohhhh Nancy, I wanna do you so bad" Greg groaned.

"Not gonna happen" I told him, just before diving down and deep throating his staff. "Isn't this good for you?"

"Yes... but I'm gonna cum if you... "

My response was to go down on Greg with a vengenance, my lips sliding up and down the rigid tube harder and harder. My hands worked the base of his dick, churning and squeezing without mercy.

I felt his dick spasm in my mouth just before he yelled out what I knew was about to happen. I continued going up and down on his dick as he spasmed, the warm cum blasting into my mouth and throat. I didn't stop until I was sure I had sucked him dry. Only then did I let the little limp pecker out of my mouth.

"Oh Nancy, that was so great" Greg said weakly as I got back up on the couch.

"I liked it too Greg" I told him, and I meant it.

3. This is my boyfriend, Greg.

That was how I introduced him to my folks a couple of days later. I think this was the first time I had ever been able to do that in my entire life, and it felt kinda neat.

Mom liked him, and afterward told me how cute he was and started warning me about falling for him too hard. I know, Mom, I assured her.

Dad peppered him with career and financial questions, which Greg fended off as best he could. Shit, Dad. We're just hanging out for the week, I thought to myself. We're not getting married or anything, I'm just sucking his dick. A lot.

I spent just about every night that week at Greg's apartment. We'd watch some television for about five minutes, and then make out. He was pressing hard to break my maiden, and I was beginning to feel myself weaken by Thursday night, my last night up there.

I figured that I had given him head about a dozen times so far, and it was something that I think I was getting pretty good at, although Greg's modest size made it really easy.

I was also getting my pussy eaten evry night, and Greg was pretty good at it, although he was no Pam. I'll never forget the first night he pulled my panties off and saw my smooth, hairless mound.

"Wow! You got no pubes!" he announced in amazement.

When I told him that I shaved it, he got even more excited about it. I wonder how much more excited he would have gotten if he watched Monica doing it to me?

Anyway, Greg and I were going at it hot an heavy that Thursday night, and he was really trying to go for my cherry. I was really liking him a lot, but managed to keep my head about me enough to resist temptation.

I was on the couch, naked of course, as was Greg. Greg was down on his knees between my legs, going down on me enthusiastically. I looked down and watched his face sliding up and down the shiny opening, tongue dancing madly about, and felt my orgasm build.

"Please Nancy" Greg pleaded. "You gotta give it to me. I need something to remember you by!"

"You're going to forget me after all this?" I asked, more than a little miffed at the comment as well as being distracted from my orgasm.

"No... but geez Nancy" he whined.

"Do you have a rubber?" I asked him.

Hell yes!" he said as he lept up and ran out of the room. 

I loved the way his butt wiggled when he moved. The way his dick sprang around when he came back with a fist full of condoms was amusing to say the least, as was the expression on his face.

"Got any lube?" was my next question, which sent him running out of the room again.

I heard him cursing as he rummaged through drawers and shelves in frustration. I got up and followed him into the bedroom where he was appearing to lose his mind.

"Nothing? I asked.

"No!" Greg snapped, before running into the kitchen. 

"I can't believe it's not butter?" he yelled out hopefully, and I tried not to burst out laughing when it occured to me that he might not be kidding.

"Come in here Greg" I called to him. "We'll think of something."

Frankly, I didn't think I would have all that much trouble with Greg, and when he rejoined me I took his hand and brought him down to the bed. Greg's fingers went right to my pusy, but i redirected it further down. When his fingers reached my puckered anus, he figured out what I wanted him to do.

He rammed one finger in rather roughly, and I worked my ass back and forth as he probed. It took a long while until I relaxed enough to allow him to give it a shot. I ripped open a condom and slipped it down his erection in record time. In a minute I was on all fours and Greg was climbing behind me, poking at my bottom with his boner.

He slid it in slowly, and it didn't tickle, despite it's slender shape. A few strokes and it began to get better for me. Better for Greg too, and although I suspected it was his first try at this, he was liking it a lot. Soon he was pounding away into my ass like there was no tomorrow, which there wasn't for us.

As he orgasmed, and I enjoyed the sensation of his pecker spasming inside my ass, I wondered if I would ever see him again, or if this was a goodbye of sorts.

I also wondered that when he was drilling his dick into my butt again an hour later, Greg having taken quite a shine to my asshole. I kinda liked it too, although I have a confession to make.

By the third attempt, I was getting sore down there so I asked for a remedy, which sent Greg and his bouncing boner to the kitchen.

"It ain't I Can't Believe It's Not Butter, it's Move Over Butter!" Greg explained as he reappeared with the plastic tub.

"Mooooooo!" was my only response, as I positioned myself to achieve yet another first.

It works, in case you're interested, but warm it up first should you ever get the urge.

A lot of laughs, and a lot of fun. That was my week at Stowe with Greg. I didn't realize then that it would probably be the last normal weekend of my life.

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Thank you for following along this rocky road with us. Next Friday finds Nancy back at the Professor's house once again.



Nancy Porter's Journal: 09



Nancy's ninth journal entry finds her back once more at Professor Martin's house, where she meets an apparent admirer,

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1. What was that?

"MOLLY!!!"

I had just finished getting groomed by Monica, having already told her about my wonderful week with Greg at Stowe, when I heard a squeal from across the room.

A girl about my age, screaming "Molly!" came running toward us. She was jumping and bouncing around so much I couldn't help laughing, as she was so full of energy that I thought she was going to explode.

She was short and petite, with beautiful red hair that she had in pigtails. She had a few freckles and was really cute looking, and she looked a whole lot like a twenty year old Raggedy Ann. I was surprised later when she told me that was her name, and I don't know why I was given everything that went on around here, but I had no time to react. Besides, once she started talking there was no way to get a word in edgewise.

"MOLLY! This is so fucking cool! I can't believe it! I've wanted to do you ever since I saw you with Chantel man you two were on fire and when me and my guy watched that and then I saw you on the rack I said man I gotta have her you are so fucking cool!"

All in one breath. I was exhausted just listening to her. Again with the Molly bit, and I really had to find out what this Molly crap was all about. I figured that must be what the Professor was telling all these people my name was. Before I could ask, she was off and babbling again.

"I'm Annie! You know, Annie and Andy? You've seen our shit, right?" she said, looking at me like I was supposed to know what she was talking about.

"Oh yeah, sure" I finally said, since she seemed to think I should know.

"Annie, why don't you get ready" Monica said in coming to my rescue. "Your clothes are back at the bar."

"Cool!" Annie squealed and skipped out of the back of the room.

"What the hell was that all about?" I asked Monica, who was getting something for me to put on.

"Oh that Annie, she's really something, isn't she?" Monica said as she handed me a pair of pajamas. "Here, put these on dear."

"My Little Pony?" I asked.

Monica had given me pink pajamas that had all these horses, unicorns or whatever the hell they were supposed to be, on them.

"Aren't they adorable?" Monica cooed, as she threw a frilly thing on top of the bed, and tossed a few stuffed animals on top for good measure. 

"You're going to pretend that you and Annie are having a sleepover" Monica informed me. "Wait until you see Annie's jammies."

Indeed. Annie burst back into the room wearing light blue pajamas with that Hello Kitty picture on them. She got the better of the deal, I figured. I couldn't believe how much effort the Professor put into these little productions of his, just to jack off. 

Anyway, Annie was bouncing around in front of me, and whether it was the buzz from the earlier cocktails with Monica or not, her enthusiasm was contagious. I couldn't help liking her. 

Monica gave Annie some instructions and went to the back of the room with the Professor, leaving me and the little dynamo alone.

"Andy is going to join us later after we get it on" Annie informed me.

"Huh?"

"Oh man this is so cool" Annie said. "I guess we should just play around for a while and then see what happens, you know. Sorta like girls do on slumber parties."

I didn't want to tell her that I didn't know what girls did on sleepovers, since I never really had a friend who would invite me to one. I did have an idea what was going to happen here though, and I was alright with that.

Annie bounced around on the bed, and started playing with the stuffed animals. I grabbed a bear and Annie yanked it out of my hand. We started wrestling around and before I knew it I was on my back and Annie was all over me. We started kissing and her hands were working furiously. I started getting really excited, and then Monica was saying something from the back of the room.

Annie pulled me up to the side of the bed and we stood face to face. I was about four inches taller than her, and she looked up at me and smiled as she began unbuttoning my pajama top. Annie pulled it off me shoulders and giggled.

"I've never been with a girl with littler titties than me before" Annie said, cupping my tiny boobs and squeezing them.

"Neither have I" I said matter-of-factly, not adding the fact that I probably never would either, and feeling my nipples surge with excitement as Annie began nibbling on them.

"They're so beautiful" Annie said, before going to work on the other one.

Annie couldn't get enough of my breasts, and I was fine with that, as her biting and squeezing was making me all wet inside. I ran my hands up and down her shoulders and arms, wanting to return the affection.

"Want to see mine?" Annie said as she straightened up.

I nodded and lifted up her pajama top. She had cute breasts, apple sized boobs with tiny pink nipples. Annie had a dusting of freckles on her shoulders and upper chest, which only enhanced her cuteness.

My hands found her breasts and I squeezed them before bending over and taking a little nipple in my mouth. I could feel the pebbly surface stiffen as I worked my tongue around it. Annie moaned and rolled her head backward, her hands going up to her head. 


My mouth went over to the other boob, sucking and teasing that nipple erect in nothing flat. I caught a gentle scent of lilac eminating from the glistening recess of Annie's armpit, which had just the faintest trace of burnt orange fuzz in the hollow. Impulsively, my mouth ran up from her breast and nibbled and tongued the aromatic down, causing Annie to squeal with delight as I tried to hold onto her wildly contorting body.

"Arrrgghhhh!" Annie screamed after a minute of my going back and forth from tit to pit, and working my hand on the unoccupied territories. 

"OMIGOD MOLLY!... I'M COMING... COMING!!" she howled as she spasmed in my grasp, my face still buried in her underarm while I pinched her nipple hard.

She kept right on spasming for a few more seconds before she finally pried herself away from me.

"Oh Molly, you are so crazy and that was so fucking good!" Annie howled while hugging me. "Let me get a look at you, baby."

Annie tugged my bottoms down and ran her hand over my freshly shaved mound, smiling at the feel of the smooth skin and most likely feeling the wetness that had to be oozing out of me. Annie eased me down onto the bed and buried her face between my legs. I felt her tongue dancing around my opening, her lips sliding around my clit. I was coming in no time, partly because I was so horny, but mostly because she was so good. My legs clamped around her head as my body convulsed beneath her.

Annie sprang up and pulled her pajama bottoms off, revealing a rather lavish tattoo on her lower back. She also had a tiny swirl of bright red hair around her pussy, which was soon being postioned above my more than willing mouth. My tongue parted the soft down and worked its way inside of her, as I felt Annie going back down on me. The sweet aroma and the delicious moistness surrounded me, and as I inhaled her incredible musk, we devoured each other with equal passion.

2. Here's Andy

After I don't know how many more orgasms, I heard, or should I say I felt the presence of someone at the foot of the bed. There was a tall skinny kid staring down at Annie and me. He had red hair like Annie, and was kinda cute.

"Molly, this is Andy!" Annie announced as she jumped up to greet him.

I nodded toward him but Annie was already busy jumping into his arms. They kissed like long lost lovers and she began unbuttoning his shirt.

"Help me Molly" Annie said over her shoulder." This is Andy, my guy. Ain't he da bomb?"

"Hi Andy" I said meekly, not knowing if he was "da bomb" or even what "da bomb" was.

He was a cute enough guy, and he gave me a kiss as I helped Annie take his shirt off. He had a nice body, and when Annie pulled down his underwear, I jumped back when his dick sprang out from under cover.

I'm not talking "Professor" big, which was another thing altogether, but Andy's dick was huge. That big thing was wagging in front of him like a flag pole and Annie was all over it in a second. I was sort of lost just kneeling there and didn't know what to do, but Andy started playing with my titties while I watched Annie sucking on his dick.

I couldn't get over how that little girl went way down on that cock, and wondered if I was expected to do that too. Annie answered that question by handing it to me. I did the best I could, and while it was fun and exciting for me, I don't think I did all that great at it. Give me the littler ones any time, because I can really get into taking the whole thing in my mouth. No way was I going to do that with Andy.

After a minute, Annie took over again, and did a proper job on that thing. She sucked for a couple of minutes and then she swung around and got on all fours.

"Play with yourself while Andy fucks me, Molly" Annie whispered to me as I went around next to her. "He really gets off on that... talk about how big his cock is too!"

Okay, I thought to myself, and watched as Andy climbed behind Annie and rammed that schlong into her. For a second I thought he put it in her butt, which I would have thought was impossible. 

Andy was slamming away into Annie, who moaned everytime he went into her. As for playing with myself, that was easy enough, because this was making me really horny, watching two people have actual sex. I rubbed my clit as I knelt next to Annie, and Andy grinned as he looked over at me.

"That's it Molly... work that pussy!" Andy yelled at me between thrusts.

Annie changed positions in a minute, and now I got a great view of Andy rubbing the fat head of his cock through that red-furred bush where my tongue had just been a little while ago. The bulbous head disappeared inside of Annie, and I watched Andy slowly slide that long pole into her, finally getting the whole thing buried into her. Their matching red pubic hair was all mashed together and Andy swiveled his hips to make Annie moan.

He started slipping that big dick in and out of Annie, and my hand was working faster now, as my mind pictured what that must feel like. Having that big thing inside of me... to know what that was like... and it was right there in front of me. All I had to do was ask... and then even that wasn't necessary in a second.

"Want some of this Molly?" Andy asked me, pulling that cock out of Annie and waving it at me menacingly. "Make a woman outta you in ten easy inches!"

I looked at it, all wet and glistening, with the network of veins bulging and throbbing... just waiting for me to say the word.

"She's cherry Andy! You know that! Stick to business!" Annie snapped, and Andy shrugged as he slid it back into Annie.

I went back to fingering myself, in a way grateful for being saved in my moment of weakness. My fingers became Andy's cock, and I slid them in and out of me, imagining them being the real thing. Andy's body slapped hard into Annie, making her groan with pleasure.

"Oh, I wish that was me getting fucked, Andy" I yelled out, and Andy looked over at me and grinned.

He liked me saying that, or so it seemed, and that inspired me to keep going.

"Oh man, would I love to have you sticking that big cock into me Andy!" I yelled out. "No way I could fit your cock into me though... it's so huge I could never fit it in my little virgin pussy!"

"Oh man, would I like to try!" Andy said, while thrusting into poor little Annie even harder, making her gasp hard every time.

"It would hurt me so much!" I yelled, still busliy fingering myself and enjoying this a lot. "You'd split me in two with that thing!"

"Oh Molly, you must be so fucking tight!" Andy howled. "Show me that pussy of yours baby."

I got up unsteadily on the bed and straddled Annie's upper torso, spreading my pussy lips wide open.

"See how tiny my pussy is!" I squealed. "I've never had anything in it but my finger! Think of how hard it would be to get that enormous cock of yours into that little hole!"

"Oh shit!" Andy yelled as he watched. "Sit on her face, quick Molly!"

Annie suddenly pulled me down on top of her, and I hoped I didn't break her nose when I went down. It must have been a perfect landing, because I felt her tongue lapping away like crazy. Andy was getting a helluva view, and he was going nuts watching and humping.

I felt myself start to orgasm, and when I did, I felt myself squirting fluid onto Annie's neck and chin. I didn't know what was going on, but I was too delirious to care at that point, so I just kept rocking on Annie's mouth.

"Holy shit!" Andy screamed as he watched, and then he pulled his cock out of Annie and held it tightly. Sperm went squirting out all over Annie's stomach and breasts, almost reaching me a couple of times it shot so far. The long stringy jets kept coming for the longest time, finally tapering off at last.

I crawled off of Annie, since I figured she must have had a tough time breathing like that, and waddled down toward Andy, whose cock was slowly deflating. I grabbed the base of that now rubbery thing, which caused some more cum to dribble out of the tip, and then I knelt over and sucked on it. I enjoyed being able to get the thing in my mouth comfortably at last, and celebrated by trying to siphon out anything that was left inside of him.

"Aaaarrrrrggggghhh!" Andy howled, as I sucked him dry.

He finally had to pull me off of his poor pecker, which was too bad because I was really getting into it.

I heard a commotion coming from the back of the room and saw the Professor coming down the aisle with Monica. They were both clapping and cheering, and the Professor's zipper was down and his pants were half undone. I tried not to think about what had gone on back there, as it took a lot of the fun out of it for me.

Annie was squealing and hugging me, and Andy was rubbing his hand through my hair like we had just won the big game or something.

"Fantastic!!! Fantastic everyone!" Professor Martin exclaimed, and Monica put her arm around me and gave me a kiss.

Well, it was good for me too, I guess.

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In the penultimate journal entry, things go sour rather quickly. 

Thanks to all those still aboard.  



Nancy Porter's Journal: 10



Nancy's tenth journal entry brings her to a new year, and what started out to be nightmare, and then evolved into something else altogether, now takes a decided turn for the worse.

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1. Bad karma.

Did you ever feel like there was something in the air? Something that you couldn't quite put your finger on, but a feeling that all was not right with the world, and that something bad was going to happen?

That's the way I felt that next week when I arrived at the Professor's house the next Friday. Monica greeted me at the door, and she looked upset, almost like she had been crying. When I asked her about it, she assured me there was nothing wrong, and asked me to take the dogs out back for a few minutes.

The dogs. The reason I had started coming here in the first place, Ziggy and Roy. After the first few weeks, I had hardly seen them outside of an occasional brief greeting when I first got there. They seemed happy to see me out and about with them, and I got a kick out of their goofy antics as they fought over the ball.

While we played, I looked around for the camera that I knew was out here somewhere. I finally saw it, out by the corner of the deck. I remembered that fateful night when the Professor first showed me the video of me playing with the dogs. That video was followed by the one of me drooling over Monica, and the piece de resistance, me fingering myself over those lewd and nude pictures of Monica.

How long ago that all seemed now, and what a different person I had become in those few months since. I walked toward the camera and gave it a big phony smile, which I followed with a one digit salute before going back to the dogs.

After we came in, I was escorted down to the bar area by Monica, who was as beautiful as ever but was acting like something was bothering her. She made me my usual vodka and tonic, but it was so strong that I almost choked.

"I think it's called Vodka AND tonic" I chided Monica.

"Oh... sorry" Monica said as she splashed in some soda.

I had a couple of cocktails, and was feeling less pain than usual by this point while Monica took me down and prepped me. While Monica shaved my pubes, she looked so different I was a little shocked. She seemed distant, and looked tired and older. I chalked it up to me being a little woozy, and tried to prepare myself for whatever was headed my way this week.

2. Pam's back

"Nancy baby, how ya doin'?" 

I remembered that voice, and I was happy when I saw my old friend Pam come down the aisle to greet me. We hugged and kissed while I thought back to that first night doing this, months ago. It seemed like years, and so much had changed, but I had a special feeling for Pam. After all, she was my first... first everything, I figured. Plus, she remembered my name was Nancy.

"We'll have another person joining us shortly" the Professor informed us, so I got into my plaid skirt and blouse outfit.

"They still got you wearing that thing?" Pam asked me.

"Yeah, and I hate it"

"It's worked so far Nancy, so why change?" Pam said, "or should I call you Molly now?" 

I started to ask her what she meant but I got hustled away by Monica who handed me a tall glass of water.

"No thanks," I told her, "your water sucks."

"Drink it please Nancy" Monica practically begged of me, so I drank some of it to please it.

"Yuck!" I said while that cruddy taste filled my mouth.

Monica put her arm around me and started to walk around the room with me, like she wanted to say something but was having trouble getting the words out. It didn't matter in a second, as the Professor came down the aisle with some black guy.

He looked really angry about something, and he was dressed like one of those rappers you see in those videos, with a bunch of jewelry hanging off of him. The Professor introduced him to Pam, and he seemed to like her, but the feeling didn't seem mutual.

As for me, he sneered at yours truly like I crawled out from under a rock. I didn't catch his name, and as far as I was concerned I didn't care. He didn't make a good first impression on me anyway, but I was having enough problems standing up at that point. The room felt like it was slanted or something, and I fell against Monica giggling.

"This little bitch some kinda crack ho or somethin'?" I remember the guy asking the Professor.

Pam and Monica walked me over to the bed, and Pam began taking my clothes off, which I didn't mind at all. The black dude was behind Pam squeezing her boobs through her clothes, and she winced and wiggled her nose.

"Hey, the brother needs to be hosed down, because he's hummin'" Pam whispered when she walked over to the Professor, who wrinkled his nose and nodded.

The professor had us go over to the shower and told us to help the guy get undressed and after that we were to all take a shower. The guy was really muscular, but he had a lot of scars as well as a lot of tattoos, the most noticeable one being across his stomach. It spelled out 'THUGG' in fancy lettering, with two g's, which made me giggle.

"What you laughin' at little girl?" he snapped at me. "Stupid cunt, oh man look at them sorry titties! Shit, no way I can get it up lookin' at that! Cover them up, or turn around at least."

He grabbed my arm and spun me around roughly, almost knocking me down, and squeezed my butt.

"Nice mudflaps though" Thugg commented. "I'm gonna get busy back there, know what I'm sayin'? Damn! Gonna do some serious damage to that ass!"

"Don't listen to this asshole, Nancy" Pam whispered to me, as we got under the shower spray with him.

It was around then that I started feeling really sick, and not just from the drinks. All this time, nobody had ever said anything but nice things about me and about the way I looked. Thugg sure brought me back to earth fast. Just like old times for me.

"Check this out little girl" Thugg said, as he waved his dick at me. "Never had anything like this before, have ya.?"

Well, I guess it was pretty big, but nothing like the Professor's. Thugg sure seemed proud of it though, and he couldn't keep his hands off of it. Pam soaped Thugg up, and I helped her wash the guy, even though I was having real balance problems. Those drinks must have been really strong to get me this smashed so fast, I recall thinking.

The rest of this was a blur, and although I guess I could look at the tape, I'm not really interested. Pam made out with me for a while, and then we had to take turns sucking Thugg's dick. He tried to ram the thing down my throat, and I choked and almost threw up.

Pam tried to distract him, but he seemed intent on hurting me. I remember him jamming a finger into my butt, throwing me down onto the bed face first, and then climbing on top of me.

I remember Monica screaming at Thugg to use a rubber, and him cursing back at her that he "wanted this bitch bareback". That was followed by a searing pain when he rammed his dick into me, not even bothering to use any kind of lubrication.

He humped me like a wildman, and the pain was just as bad emotionally as it was physically. As he insulted me and called me names, with my face shoved into the mattress, for some reason I started thinking about my mother. It was her birthday next week and I hadn't gotten her anything. 

Why that crossed my mind at that time, I don't know, but the thought of her seeing me like this, having some scumbag fuck me in the ass, overwhelmed me. I felt the tears start to roll down my cheeks, and Pam told Thugg to stop, that he was hurting me.

"About time you had a real man, you little bitch!" he screamed, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking my head up and back. "How you like me now? Who's laughin' now?"

From the back of the room I remember hearing Monica scream, and that was followed by a loud crash of some kind. Around then, I felt Thugg orgasm inside me, and I was so happy that it was over that it was worth it.

Pam was screaming at everybody in the room, and even took a swing at Thugg, who didn't take kindly to that. The Professor was trying to break up this melee that was going on around me, and Monica was nowhere to be found.

I just curled up on the bed, as best I can recall, feeling the sperm oozing out of my rear end and crying like a baby.

3. The morning after

I either passed out or fell asleep, because the next thing I remember was waking up in the bed, all alone. I stumbled around in the dark trying to find my things, with a searing pain in my rear end and found everything but my socks. I just wanted to get out of there as fast as I could so I abandoned them. 

I got into the car and started bawling again. It was a challenge to drive home, as I was still a bit unsteady, but I made it okay. I tiptoed upstairs and undressed to take a shower. There was a blood stain in the back of my panties, but whatever was wrong would have to heal itself. No way in hell that I would be getting that checked out, and trying to explain how that happened.

My tears flowed with the spray of the shower, and I stayed in there until I used up all the hot water. I still felt dirty even after all that, but went to bed and lay there until the sun came up, when I mercifully fell asleep.

I stayed in bed all weekend, telling the folks that I was coming down with something. The TV was on non-stop, but I don't reacll watching anything, just staring straight at the screen. Mom babied me a lot, and for whatever reason that made me feel better, even though a week earlier I would have been rolling my eyes.

I milked this imaginary illness for much of the next week, and didn't leave the house until Thursday, when I finally went out for a walk. The cold winter air brought me back to life and woke my brain back up. Friday was almost upon me again, I was wondering whether the Professor was expecting me to go over there the next day. I wanted that tape, but how bad was something I wasn't sure of.

I had no intention of going, but I was saved from making that decision when the Professor called and told my mom that his wife had come down with something and they would be staying home. Apparently Mom told him that I had been sick all week too, and she told me that he wished me a speedy recovery. Thanks for nothing. I hadn't managed a BM all week without feeling like a hot poker was up my butt.

I have to admit that Friday felt weird not going over there, as stupid as that must sound. It had become such a major part of my life that I was going through a withdrawal of sorts, or so it seemed. The Professor was scum, but Monica... how I missed seeing her. Now I had to resign myself to leaving that part of me behind, but why that left me feeling empty is one for the psych majors among you to figure out.

4. Monica calls

Friday came and went, and eventually the next Friday was upon me. Believe it or not, I was staring at the phone thinking of calling the Martin's house in hopes Monica would pick up, when the phone rang. Guess who? 

"Nancy?"

"Speaking. Monica, is that you?"

"Yes. Please come over as soon as you can."

"You have to be kidding Monica!"

"He's not here... won't be here until around six tonight" Monica said. "Please honey, I have to talk to you. It's very important."

"Okay, I'll be there in about an hour."

I had no idea what was so important, but I was so happy to hear Monica's voice that I didn't care. I told her an hour, but I was there in 45 minutes, and as I walked up the path to the house all I could think of was Monica. That was all going to change in a matter of minutes, and my life would never be the same again.

*****

Thanks to the patient and wonderful readers still with me. The end is near. 



Nancy Porter's Journal: Endgame



The end of Nancy's Journal. Nancy returns to the Professor's house at Monica's request.

There is a rather graphic moment here, so please take that into account before continuing. Also, if you haven't read the first ten chapters nothing here will make any sense. Thanks to the folks who have stuck with this for better or worse.

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1. Knock knock

I managed to smile when the door swung open and I saw Monica, but the smile disappeared when I looked at her face. Her left eye was swollen and purple, and she looked like I felt.

"What happened to your face?" I asked Monica as she let me in after first giving a look around the front of the house.

Monica held her finger up to her lips and motioned me to follow her. We went up to her bedroom, where she closed the door behind us. Back where it all started, I thought to myself as I looked around the room, trying to find the camera location.

"I disconnected it," Monica said as she grabbed me and hugged me, kissing me like there was no tomorrow.

I felt her tears trickle onto my cheek as she kissed me, and I broke away terrified.

"What's wrong?" I pleaded with her, as it looked like she was on the verge of melting down right in front of my eyes.

"I'm so very sorry... sorry!" Monica cried, and broke down in my arms.

I held her in my arms until she managed to gain control of herself, and then sat down with her on the bed.

"Nancy, you have to listen to me and promise to do what I tell you," she said sternly.

"No," I said bluntly. "For one thing, you are really freaking me out, and two, I'm done taking orders around here."

"Good" Monica said. "That's what I want you to do. Leave here and never come back, no matter what."

"Okay, then tell me what's been going on here, and what happened to your eye."

"I'm going to tell you everything Nancy", she said softly. "You are going to hate me after I do, but not as much as I hate myself already. 

2. Monica speaks

"First of all, right about now I'm supposed to be talking you into coming over here again tonight," Monica said. "He's fully expecting me to be able to do that."

"He actually thinks that?"

"Yes, if I asked you to, he knows you would," Monica said.

I looked at Monica and realized that the Professor was probably right, the asshole.

"Why does he want me over here tonight so badly?"

"It doesn't matter, you aren't going to come over. Especially when I explain everything to you."

"Well, I'm listening."

"I have to explain everything to you, right from the very beginning," Monica said as she put her moist and trembling hand onto mine. "That includes my part in this whole mess. How we managed to seduce you right from the start."

"Well, I know how that happened," I told her. "It just seems like a whole lot of trouble to go through to blackmail someone into doing all these weird things, just so a kinky old fart can masturbate in the back of the room."

"You think you understand, but I wish that was all there was to it," Monica said. "You weren't the first, and if it's up to Richard you won't be the last. You'll be my last though," Monica sniffed while grabbing more tissues. "I just can't do this anymore, no matter what he ..."

"I'm not the first girl he's done this to?"

"No, there have been several others, like Annie for instance, but you were the easiest to lure into it," Monica said. "He sets out to find the most naive girls he could find. Girls who were loners, or with few friends. Girls with no confidence or self-esteem."

"That's me," I admitted glumly. "Why not find girls that have done all the things you have me do already? I'm probably the last virgin in town, and I'm not close to being good looking."

"You are pretty, Nancy" Monica snapped. "That was part of what made it all so easy. You were a cute girl who looked in the mirror and saw only flaws, while everybody else looks at you much differently. Problem is, you put up this wall between you and the rest of the world, so nobody gets close enough to tell you."

"Okay, so you got me."

"It was Richard's job to entice you into coming over here, and after that it was up to me. I could sense your curiosity, and your loneliness, but that doesn't always add up to someone willing to let it continue. Once we saw the way you looked at me that first night, the rest was easy."

"So you watched the tape of me checking you out, and you left that book of those pictures out where I could see them?" I guessed.

"Right. We expected you to look, but when we saw you doing what you did, well, that allowed him to set you up. When you came that third time and saw yourself on film, and didn't walk out the door, that was it."

"I didn't have much choice, as you might recall" I reminded Monica. "Those copies of your little home movies going out to everyone I knew was a little incentive to cooperate."

"Blank tapes" Monica said. "No way Richard would ever attract attention to this operation of his by doing that. "All he did was use a private detective to find out things about you, and get the names and addresses of relatives and the others."

"So if I walked out that night and never came back, that would have been the end of it?"

"Yes. Most have."

"Most?" I asked. "How the hell many people have you done this to?"

"Who's counting?" Monica said. "Most leave. Sometimes the way it gets set up doesn't make it a tough choice for the girls. Many have been a little more world-wise than you. A couple have stayed like you have, but none of them has ever been as great as you."

"What's so frigging great about me?"

"You're fresh and natural" Monica said. "You just can't find girls to act as innocent as you do. You're totally refreshing, and just what a whole lot of people are looking for these days."

"What, you mean these people that you've had me playing your perverted games with around here every week? All this for them?"

"Do you have any idea who you are?" Monica asked me.

"I'm a homely nineteen year old girl with a ripped up asshole who's been getting blackmailed for months by a perverted professor" I spat out. "How close am I?"

"You're a multi-million dollar cash machine Nancy" Monica said. "You're the fantasy of tens of thousands of men and more than a few women."

"Oh yeah, I'm America's Sweetheart alright!"

Monica took my hand and brought me over to a computer station in the corner of the room, turning on the light and switched on the computer. I stared at the screen until the desktop appeared.

"Google yourself" Monica said. "Google... Yahoo... whatever you prefer."

"Fine" I said and typed in Nancy Porter.

"No" Monica said coldly. "Try again. Type in Molly."

"What?" I asked in confusion, spinning around to face Monica.

"M-O-L-L-Y" Monica said as the tears rolled down her face. 

I was shaking as I typed what she asked.

3. Hi! My name is Molly!

Results 1-10 of about 9,100,000

That was the first thing I remember reading, and my eyes went to the first listing, and clicked.

Hi! My name is Molly! 

There were other listings, but I clicked on the top one. The computer hesitated for a second, and then the screen exploded with a splash of color. A goofy looking girl, wearing a stupid plaid skirt and a plain blouse, looking petrified. In the background, a blackboard with Molly written in juvenile handwriting. 

Hi! My name is Molly!

I'm young and innocent, and I have a lot to learn. The best thing is that YOU can watch me while I get lessons from people like YOU!

On the bottom of the screen, a warning saying you must be an adult to enter.

"Go ahead" Monica said still sobbing.

My hand was shaking so bad I had trouble controlling the mouse. Monica put her hand over mine and clicked the enter button.

There I was again, only now I was naked. Thankfully it was all blurry in the private parts below my neck, but I had no idea what I was doing on this website. I sat shaking my head in a daze, not comprehending any of this. Monica clicked on top of the screen and typed something in a box labeled 'members', which brought up a menu of some kind. 

"What is all of this, Monica?" I askedwhile my head continued to spin. "I don't understand."

"Click onto anything in the list."

There was a list of a bunch of things that looked like movie titles. The top one was "Molly is Curious". I clicked on it and watched a little clock hand turn slowly before a movie screen appeared. There it was again. Me helping Monica undo her dress. Me almost drooling on her. Next me on the couch playing with myself while looking at the pictures of Monica.

I had already goten a big screen showing of these films, but somehow looking at them on the computer screen was very different. It finally hit me that it wasn't just me looking at this, it was the world.

The thing finally ended, but the menu screen came back up. "Molly Gets Shaved" was next, and There I was laying on the bed while Monica shaved my legs, armpits, and crotch that first night.

What did I do while this was going on in front of me? Nothing. I'm sure I must have been in shock, because there was no crying, vomiting or drama on my part. Just me, clicking on these various titles and watching my life going down the drain. Me and Pam. Me and Bev. Me and the old couple Walter and Kay. Every one of my little adventures captured on film, and only a click away.

I roamed around the site a bit, seeing myself in various poses, and supposedly inviting everybody to share my special adventures with me. My head was spinning, and I could not understand much of what I was seeing.

"Why?" 

"It's reality television taken to the extreme" Monica said. "It's all you see on regular televison these days, so they figured that getting someone captured on film without them noticing would interest some people. They wildly underestimated exactly how many would be willing to pay for it."

"Pay? People pay to watch this stuff?"

"Through the nose, Nancy" Monica said as she took the mouse and navigated to another screen, where a menu listed what you could see and how much it would cost them.

$39.95 a month to join Molly's clubhouse, with a backward 's' no less. Private conversations with Molly every Tuesday night. DVD's with bonus footage. Molly merchandise, like a mouse pad with a picture of me in my goofy school uniform.

"Conversations? I never talk to anyone on Tuesday night or any other night?"

"They have some girl that sounds a little like you that talks to people" Monica said. "Not a very good imitation either, but the guys are too busy jerking off to care much." 

"DVD's?"

Monica walked over to the closet and rummaged around a little before coming out with a handful of DVD's. Monica set them in a pile next to me, all of them with professional looking packaging, and all with my picture on the cover.

"Molly and the Bodybuilder", with little pictures of Bev and myself doing what we did. "Molly does Grandpa and his Grandson" with me and that stuttering kid, and little pictures of kindly old grandpa sticking it in my butt. "Molly Meets The Master", with the Professor in his mask sticking his salami in my mouth, and me without a mask of course. "Molly's First Lesbian Experience" with Pam going down on me. "Molly's a Squirter" with me strung up on that rack with the old couple. 

"Molly Goes to the Potty?" I said, picking up the bottom one of the pile, featuring me sitting on the crapper with a bored look on my face.

"Something for everyone" Monica said sadly. "Everyone with 40 dollars, that is."

"How... where... the cameras?"

"They're everywhere" Monica said. "Bathrooms too, as you can see. Three cameras in the studio that you ended up in each night, so each show has multiple angles. It's not incredibly professional looking, but that's what the charm of it is. It's like watching the girl next door growing up, peeking through her bedroom window and sharing her experiences with her."

"I'm ugly and flat-chested. What kind of pervert would want to see me?" I asked in complete honesty.

"You are not ugly, Nancy" Monica scolded me. "A lot of guys like small breasted women, and a lot of people are sick of watching pornography with women filled with silicone pretending they're having fun, or faking getting off. You aren't acting, that's for sure, and it comes across that way on the films. There's also the fact that you don't look nineteen either. Even though people know that you are over eighteen, you look much younger and they are free to imagine anything they want."

"That's the reason I got shaved I guess" I muttered. "Why aren't you in these things? I can see why people would pay to see you."

"I've been in plenty of them, but my time is past" Monica said. "Besides, the silicone look is out."

"You... they, aren't real?" I asked while looking at Monica's magnificent bosom.

"God no" Monica said. "I've had three boob jobs, each one making me bigger than before. Nothing is real on me, Nancy. Tits, ass, teeth. All bought by the Professor."

"What does he get out all this?" I asked.

"Rich" Monica suggested. "Look at all this? Do you think we could live like this on a teacher's salary? Richard does real well with this racket, but he probably gets peanuts compared to the people who really run the show."

"There are others?"

"Of course! It's a gigantic corporation of some kind that's based in some other country. All he does it find the talent and do all the arrangements. They pay for the cameras and everything else." 

"Those people were actors that I was with?"

"Some were, like 'Thugg'. Pam was a hooker that I knew from the old days who can use the dough. Most of the others were just members of his little club that love to be on film."

"Bev and the others are in a club with the Professor? What is it, some sort of perverts group?"

"In a way" Monica sighed. "A bunch of rich people that get together frequently and watch people have crazy sex. Rough sex, and inimaginable things go on there. It's where I was taken every Friday while you were over here supposedly dog sitting. No consolation to you, I'm sure, but what you've been doing is tame compared to that place and the things I've had to do."

"Have to do? Bullshit!" I spat out. "You're his wife, not his slave!"

"We aren't married" Monica said sadly, while a tear trickled down her face. "It's just an arrangement that helps put on the respectable front that he needs to keep this going. Besides, men don't usually marry their whores."

I sat with an even dumber than normal expression on my face while I tried to absorb all this.

"That's how I got involved with Richard to begin with years ago. He was a just a john who took a liking to me, and I was one of the few that were willing to try and satify him, given the size of his cock and all. He took good care of me at the start, sent me to rehab to get cleaned up from the drug problem I had, and got me cosmetic surgery to mold me into exactly what he wanted."

"I was grateful, so grateful that I would do anything he asked, no matter how strange it became. Believe me, it got strange. Things you couldn't conceive a woman doing, I did. Illegal things too. All captured on tape" Monica said sobbing a little.

"So, I was stuck. Blackmailed much like you were, and forced to help him with this operation. My choice was to do it and live the life I had grown accustomed to, or get thrown into jail. I had a few warrants that I had been dodging in addition to the stuff he had me do, so I made my choice, obviously." 

"And I have to live with it" I added.

"Not any longer" Monica said. "That's why I'm telling you this, so you can leave here and never come back."

"What about you?" I asked, for some reason still caring about her after everything I had just heard.

"I'll deal with it, don't worry about me."

"He's responsible for your eye?" I asked.

"When it all went bad for you a couple of weeks ago I tried to have Richard stop it. You scene was supposed to be a little rough, but things got way out of hand, and I couldn't stand to see you being hurt. He punched me so that I wouldn't end up ruining the episode. It was my fault for getting you so drugged up to begin with, but I was hoping you would be so numb that you wouldn't even remember it."

"Drugged?" I said dumbly.

"Nothing really bad, just a very mellow mood relaxer" Monica said. "Something I was slipping you from the beginning." 

I remembered the funny tasting water, and felt like an even bigger fool than ever.

"Anyway, that disaster with Thugg was the end of the line for you" Monica said. "That didn't go over well at all, and I can't believe that they even put it up on the site at all. They took it down real fast, but the reaction was incredibly negative. People were canceling their memberships, and actually complaining about you being hurt like you were part of their family" Monica said. 

"As sick as it sounds, there are thousands of men out there who are madly in love with you. They want to marry you, to adopt you, as well as do everything else to you that you can imagine. The one thing they did NOT want was to see their little Molly being hurt, because once again, they could tell that it was no act. Richard got his ass chewed for that misstep, even though the assholes above him approved it, supposedly because they were desperate for material. So it was decided that 'Molly' had run her course. They had gotten a good run out of her, but it was time to end it. Besides, it can run forever on the website. What's that they say, if you haven't seen it before, it's new to you? So tonight he was planning a finale of sorts."

"What else can he do to me?"

"What's the one thing you've got left, Nancy?

"Ohhhh no! No fucking way!" I screamed. "There's no way I would let that happen, having some guy come in here and screw me!"

"I know that, and he knows too" Monica said. "That's why I'm supposed to get you here and really get you smashed out of you mind so you don't know what hit you. Only, it's not just anybody that would be doing it to you. He plans on doing that himself."

The thought of the Professor sticking, or trying to stick that huge thing of his into me made my skin crawl. As close as I had come to giving in to Greg at Stowe, the fact was that I was saving myself and I had managed to hold on this long said it meant something to me.

"So he's planning on being my first?" I asked. "Then what?"

"He figures you would never come back here after that" Monica said. "If for some reason you did, they would probably spin off another website where you'd be doing everything the really successful girls do on their way down; gang bangs, interracial, bondage and extreme fetish stuff. I doubt if he thinks you would go that route though."

I stood up and looked at Monica, who rose along with me.

"Seven o'clock?" I asked her, and the look of horror on her face was scary.

"No Nancy, You can't!" Monica wailed. "No!"

"It had to come sometime" I noted. 

"He'll hurt you... bad!" Monica pleaded. "He still hurts me after all these years, and you he'll tear you up. Besides, your first time should be with someone special."

"I guess it will be" I said and moved out the bedroom door with Monica on my heels, trying to change my mind every step of the way.

"One thing though, Monica" I told her as strongly as I could. "No drugs! I want to be able to remember this. Do you understand what I am saying, Monica? Pretend you drugged me, and I'll act the part. About time to find out if I can act after all this anyway, huh?"

"Nancy..." Monica whined as I began to turn away.

"You tell him you talked me into it. Seven o'clock, and no drugs! You owe me that much" I told her as I turned again to go.

"One more thing" I said, and as I reached the door I spun around and slapped her in the face as hard as I could, while I finally broke down myself.




Nancy Porter's Journal: Endgame



"I loved you!" I told Monica, who hadn't so much flinched after I hit her, and simply stood there crying.

"I love you Nancy" was what I heard Monica croak as I ran down the path, but I didn't answer, stop or even hesitate. No turning back for me now. Not now, not ever. 

4. Getting something I'll never forget.

I arrived promptly ar seven o'clock that evening, and was greeted by the Professor himself, who greeted me with a warm hug. I thought I could feel that log between his legs press into me as he squeezed me tight. So unlike him to show me affection in this way, but yet I suppose that with what we were going to be doing later, what's a little familiarity?

He brought me into the bar himself and I started to get nervous, wondering where Monica was. Luckily Monica appeared momentarily and played bartender. She looked a little rough around the edges, but made me a regular vodka and tonic under my careful watch.

The Professor apologized profusely about the previous encounter and assured me that nothing like that would happen again. I told him that I hoped it wouldn't because I didn't like that one bit.

"No no no dear" the Professor assured me. "That was simply horrible, and we felt very bad about that, didn't we Monica?"

Monica nodded that she agreed although her eyes never left her glass,

"In fact, tonight is going to be very special" he informed me. "Nothing like that other night my dear Nancy. Quite the contrary, I think this will be something that you'll never forget."

"That's good" I told him. 

Monica made me another drink and took me down to the other room, or should I say "the studio". I looked around for the cameras and tried to figure out where the camera angles would put them in the room. Monica shaved my pussy with a trembling hand, and for the first time the Professor watched in the room while she did.

After she finished, I ran my hand over the silky smooth mound and complimented her on a nice job. It was then that Monica went over to the table and grabbed a water bottle and handed it to me. I gave her a dirty look as I took it from her, preparing to "accidently" drop it.

"Drink up" Monica said while doing a little nod with her eyes.

I took a little sip and sniffed around the bottle. Hey, their water didn't taste so bad after all! I tipped the bottle up high and drained almost half the bottle while the Professor, apparently satisfied, called Monica and together they left the room.

Leaving me on the bed, center stage so to speak. I was nervous, but in a way I was looking forward to this. Maybe this is what what meant to be for me all along. How bad could this be? 

The lighting changed a little bit, making it darker in the back and brighter down her near the bed. I heard noises and saw Monica coming down toward me. She was holding that collar and cuffs that I had worn months ago. She put the collar around me and cuffed my wrists to it while whispering.

"Please Nancy... just go. Please?" she cried.

I got up and staggered around the room, almost crashing into the wall before Monica caught me. The Professor was coming out of the darkness, wearing the same hood and mask thing he had worn before, along with a matching black bathrobe. A real flashy entrance for the Professor, I had to admit.

I let Monica lead me where she wanted, which was apparently on my knees over next to the mirror. That must have been where one of the cameras was stationed, behind the mirror! I sputtered out some drunken sounding gibberish as the Professor came toward me.

He let the robe fall off his shoulders and there he was, naked and very ready. That thing looked even bigger than I remembered it being, swaying out in front of him like a baseball bat. At the base of that colossal thing was a black studded ring which was so tight it was making his cock turn almost purple, and the harness below it made his nuts look as big as tennis balls.

He was only a foot away from me, and his cock was oozing sperm as he stroked it slowly while he got closer. That mushroom head looked as big as an apple, and I tried to figure out how I fit that thing inside my mouth last time. He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close to it, rubbing the slimy crown across my face.

"Here you go Molly" the Professor said, calling me that for the first time. "Open wide and suck on my cock dear, because this night is going to be special, very special indeed!"

I ran my tongue around the head, trying to get it moist so that I could take it in easier. The Professor was not in a waiting mood, and pulled my head closer to him while I tried to get my lips over the puffy ridge.

"Take it Molly! Suck it! Take my big cock into your little mouth" he implored me while forcing my head even closer.

I don't know what he was expecting, that somehow I would be able to put that whole thing down my throat, but I managed to get the head in, feeling much like a pig with an apple in its mouth. I felt proud of myself, and that was all I was hoping for anyway. I don't know what the Professor was hoping for, but I'm reasonably sure that what he got wasn't it.

"OH! Hey, that's... Molly.... not so... NANCY!!! FUCK NOOOO!!!!"

That's what I thought he said anyway, but I was way too busy sinking my teeth into that pecker of his to remember exactly what he said. I do know he made some absolutely spine tingling screams, and he actually helped me by punching me in the top of the head. That got my teeth sunk in for real, so then he began slugging me on the side of the head.

One of those punches to the temple succeeded in knocking me off of him, sending me tumbling to the side. It also gave me a concussion as well, because everything got real strange to me. I recall looking toward him while trying to get up, which is not an easy thing to do when your hands are cuffed behind your head.

The hood kept me from looking at his face, which I really regret. The one thing I didn't miss was him frantically trying to squeeze his cock, which was spurting blood like a fountain. Man, do those things bleed!

"You fucking little cunt! I'll kill you!"

That howl made me stop admiring my handiwork long enough to see that the kindly old Professor had grabbed something from a chair, most likely the first thing he saw, and was coming at me with it. The vacuum pecker pump! If I wasn't half out of my mind by that point I would have laughed, but I guess that once you've tried to remove a pervert's pride and joy, everything after that seems kinda surreal. I was still trying to get up and get away when I heard another unearthly scream.

Monica came charging at him from behind and jumped on his back, scratching and clawing at his hood and generally acting like she probably wished she had years ago. Together they spun around, with Monica finally pulling the mask off and doing serious damage to the Professor's face. It looked like she was trying to remove his eyes from their sockets as he finally tripped over the corner of the bed and they went down in a heap.

I got to my feet as they were rolling around on the floor, and I kicked the Professor in the head with my bare foot before running out the back door. Ziggy and Roy greeted me when I got upstairs, although the sight of their trusty sitter naked and covered with blood freaked them out, sending them scurrying for cover.

I went over to the phone and knocked it off the cradle, and managed to hit 911 with my nose. While the struggle raged on in the basement, I gave the operator the address while trying to figure out how to get out of the house. I put my hip into the sliding glass door of the deck and managed to slide it open.

The only decision left to me was to stay there and wait for the cops or go out into the night air. Only 20 degrees or so, with a couple inches of snow on the ground. From below I heard the Professor screaming for Monica to help him, that he was really hurt badly. I didn't hear Monica respond, so when I heard some thumping noises from the basement I headed out into the winter blast.

Since it was a very fancy neighborhood, they got there really quickly, and when they saw my bloody naked self out in front of the house with the collar and cuffs on, they knew that it wasn't going to be just another call.

5. Sorting it all out

I know that I ended up in the back seat of a police car wrapped up in a blanket while they went into the house. While I sat there shivering despite the heat of the car while trying to answer the policeman's questions, an ambulance came into the driveway. I was pretty messed up at the time, so I'm not sure what I was asked and what I said. 

Somebody from the ambulance took a look at me and told them I had to go to the hospital too, and there was eventually a little convoy of ambulances lined up in front of the stately Martin home. 

I was diagnosed with a concussion and stayed at the hospital overnight, under police guard I might add. At that time, I think it was assumed that I had assaulted the Professor, since initially that was the story he was telling between screams.

His first instinct was to save his own ass, so he told them that I was some girl that would come over to have sex with him, but had gotten mad at him and took it out on his poor pecker. That story was obviously not going to stand up to any scrutiny and when Monica spilled her guts about the Professor, I guess he caved in somewhat.

My mom came to the hospital after they contacted her, and was given a brief summary of what they thought had happened before she was brought in to see me. I was still groggy but I do remember her first words to me as she cried at me bedside.

"Why didn't we let you get those implants?"

It hurt when I laughed but it was so like her that I couldn't help myself.

"Dad said they would attract the wrong kind of people" I reminded her.

6. My fifteen minutes of fame

I wish it was only fifteen minutes, but it's been months and it hasn't calmed down all that much as far as I can tell. I stayed in the hopspital overnight for observation, and the next day got grilled by the police. I told them the truth despite how stupid it made me seem, and I guess they tore the Professor's house apart after that.

The Professor underwent surgery to repair the damage I had done and they apparently managed to save his dick, although rumor has it it won't function quite like it did, vacuum pump or not. It may not matter anyway, as he is said to be in a bad way mentally and emotionally. He was said to have had problems of that kind already, so I might have just pushed him over the edge.

I guess I'm glad about not biting the thing off like I had initially planned. In the end I just wanted to hurt him, and make it all stop, as well as keeping him from doing that to anyone else. Mission accomplished, or so it seems.

The story got very little attention in the local papers initially, and what was printed was very vague and certainly had none of the details of what went on. Unfortunately, a couple of days later, the shit hit the fan, and while I guess it had to come out eventually, who expected it to come out like it did? 

I had been transferred to this boutique funny farm after being released from the hospital, supposedly so I could get some rest and recover. Good thing too, because it couldn't have been much fun around the Porter's house when the papers broke the story Monday morning. As usual, nobody does it better than the NYC tabloids, and the infamous picture that made me a household name greeted millions of readers.

"TEACHER GETS TRIMMED BY TROLLOP!"

That headline was a hoot, but that picture of me was the real attention grabber. My eyes rolled back in my head and blood all over my mouth, captured by the camera over by the wooden rack, I believe. I think it was when I was trying to get up after the Professor had knocked me out, and I look really demented. The other tabloid had the same picture but a different headline.

"TEACHER'S PET?"

What was worse was that in their haste to get the story out there, they got it wrong. First day they told how I was screwing the Professor to get good grades, and then they had me as being part of a devil worshipping cult. I guess that picture did make me look like a vampire in a way.

"MOLLY BARED HER FANGS!"

They caught on that I was Molly, and then things really got crazy. In addition to more pictures from the final night, readers were now getting sanitized shots from the website with their morning coffee. Now it was told that the little slut Molly got fed up with her pornographic financial arrangements and took it out on her employer. The fifty bucks I had gotten each week for dog sitting was very generous, or so I had thought at the time.

The website? Apparently it got overwhelmed initially and kept crashing, as everybody in the world wanted to get a more intimate peek at me. Eventually, it got fixed and was able to rake in the bucks from all of the free advertising. Multiply that when the national tabloids got the story out in their next issues. Amazingly, they got closer to the truth than the legitimate papers did.

It took weeks for the actual story to get out there, about the lonely virgin who was being blackmailed and extorted against her will, and by then who knows what people were going to believe about me?

7. Where are we now?

My old man got me a lawyer right away, who's a decent enough guy. Actually he's a lawyer who's doing a lot more public relations work than anything else, trying to make me look better in the media and portraying me as the naive schoolgirl who had been deceived. He's also fielding offers from the talk shows, as well as possible book deals and movie offers. 

We have a good rapport, and he tells me pretty much everything that's going on regarding me. He got an offer from the most successful adult film company in the world, saying they would give me a million dollars to film me losing my virginity. I'm going to pass on that one because I think I've had enough of being a movie star.

Same for the talk shows, although I would love to meet Oprah. I just want to disappear, and go back to being Nancy. Problem is, it isn't going to happen.

The lawyer says my father wants him to track down the people who ran the website I starred on. At first I thought the old man was going to go kick their asses or something noble like that, but it turns out he wanted to get me some of the money that was pouring in.

Not much chance of that, according to my lawyer. He says that the company is located somewhere overseas, and trying to follow their trail is like trying to catch the wind. Although he says he's going to try, he told me not to hold my breath.

Besides, the Professor has a contract with me. Along with copies of my driver's license that he made while I was probably "occupied" at his house, to prove I was of age, they found contracts that I supposedly signed that prove I was an actress and doing everything willingly. I don't remember signing anything, so who knows where he came up with that.

One thing I asked the lawyer to do was to find out how the pictures of that final blood bath found their way into the newspapers. He told me that everything had been confiscated by the police that next day, and that none of the film had made it to the owners of the website. Therefore, it was pretty obvious where they had gotten the photos. He suggested it would be better to just let that part of it go.

The lawyer said that my father is pushing him to press charges on the Professor and Monica, and asked me how I felt about it. I would have to spend months in a courtroom, testifying about everything that went on, stirring the whole pile of shit up again. Even then, there would be no guarantee that much would come out of it, other than having my face in the news even more.

My lawyer did say something that I found amusing, which shows you where my head is at these days. He claims that the district attorney has gone after the Professor and Monica in a big way over one aspect of the whole sordid mess, and they are really condfident about it, because they have proof on film. 

Providing alcohol to a minor. At 19, I was two years short of the legal drinking age. It's like getting Capone on tax evasion in a way, and when you consider what the Professor did to me and others, it's pretty lame. The problem is that like me, nobody else that ever got caught up in the Professor's game wants to revisit that part of their lives, especially when they saw how public it would be for them. 

No, I want it to end. The old man insists my lawyer file a civil suit against the Professor so at least he would lose his chamber of horrors. Maybe, but not if it gets my face out there again.

Everyone assures me that I was exploited and taken advantage of, and I guess that's partly true. Problem is, it always takes someone willing to be the victim, and that was me in spades. My attitude and personality helped make me an accident waiting to happen, and for that I blame myself, but I'm working on that part of me.

8. Where are we now?

Monica. Love of my life Monica. She did the right thing and spilled her guts about the operation they had run over the years. In doing so, she managed to implicate herself it a rat's nest of shit, and I guess she wasn't kidding when she admitted doing some vile stuff. Monica will be going away for quite a while, or so I'm told. I still have feelings for her, and probably always will, but I won't be keeping a candle lit in my window for her.

Richard Martin. The Professor, or should I say ex-Professor, might go to jail for a little while, if he gets out of his rubber room that is. Between his physical problem and his emotional condition I think he's going to be out of action for the foreseeable future.

Mom and Dad. Mom's been really supportive every step of the way, and I feel horrible that they got dragged into this with me. Dad's business really took a beating when this all came out too, and he changed the company moniker to get the name Porter out of the title.

Mom told me that they're having a few problems of their own as well, although that was not exactly news to me. What was news was Mom confessing to me that one night at home she was playing at the computer and visited the home page of "my" website. Just curious, she said, and just wanted to see what all the fuss was about.

She figures Dad must have been curious too, because the site was on my Dad's visited history list when she got even more curious. Quite a curious bunch, aren't we Porters? They got into a major row over that, and have been keeping even more separate lives than before. Let's see, on top of everything else my mother and father have been checking out the porn site I'm on. No wonder I have five therapy sessions a week here.

The one person that has come to visit me a couple of times is Chantel, "Pam's" real name. She's been incredibly supportive, and can't stop apologizing for the part she played in this. She thought I knew what I was doing and was just a great actress. I keep telling her not to feel that way and besides, that night with her was the first real sexual experience of my life, and it was fantastic.

Greg. My great Stowe experience, and the boy I almost gave in to, wrote to me soon after everything went down. My heart skipped a beat when I opened it and saw who it was from.

"Dear Nancy (or Molly)" it read. 

"I saw your picture in the paper and I freaked out! You are so cool! I told everybody that I knew you and described everything that we did, but most of them don't believe me. Could you send me a picture or something, and mention the stuff I did to you?"

This is the guy I fell for? I got a copy of the front page of one of the tabloids and signed my first autograph, and added that if I was ever looking for a guy with the world's tiniest dick, I knew where to go. He can show that to all his friends if he wants.




Nancy Porter's Journal: Endgame



That pretty much covers everything up to now. I can get out of here whenever I want, but I like it here, and I'm not looking forward to the real world when I do. So for now I just hang out here and watch the world go on around me while trying to think of what I will change my name to when I do leave. 

I have a fan of sorts, a harmless looking old man who works security on weekend nights. One night I woke up and heard strange noises. It was this old guy standing next to my bed, just looking at me while masturbating into a handkerchief and mumbling "Oh Molly" over and over again.

I pretended to not notice and since then he's become a regular. He doesn't touch me or anything. he just stands there and jerks off. I gave him a real treat last Sunday night by not wearing my pajamas and leaving the sheet off me. 

A little something special that he really seemed to appreciate, although I think he was a little put off by the fact that my pussy hair has grown back in. It didn't stop him from making several stops during the night to check in on me. Quite a lot of endurance from the old geezer, but I guess my fans are rabid. As long as he doesn't touch, I'll keep it up, because it breaks up the monotony. Kinda turns me on too, I must admit.

I'm going to close now so I can go socialize with my fellow campers here. It's a pretty interesting group here, and most of them are fucked up worse than I am, so I figure I'm just playing the Randall McMurphy part in this soap opera.

There's a girl that just got admitted and has a room a couple of doors down from me. She looks about my age and doesn't seem all that screwed up either. She's a short and chubby blonde with big boobs and a real cute face. She seems a little scared by the surroundings, so I thought maybe I would try to welcome her. She looks like she could use a friend, and I know what that's like. Everybody needs a friend, don't they?

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This is the end of Nancy Porter's Journal. I am grateful to everyone for their patience through this long journey.