A big ho in my high school became a Penthouse pet. This was somewhere around 1986-1988. They made up some fake biography for her with a fake name. Something about her being a Southern Belle and that she loved reading. We all got a big ha out of that one; no one ever saw her pick up a book in 4 years of high school, much less open one.
I had a girlfriend when I was 21 that asked me to move in with her. We lived together for 6 mos. I moved out and we split up because she was nuts. I found out that she was bulimic for one thing...
She told me she was going to France to be a nanny after I left. 6 mos later friends started sending me porn spreads featuring her. I remember one of them was in High Society magazine. The series of pictures was titled "Managé Twat." They were stills from a film. Despite the title, I counted 4 men banging her at the same time, cocks in every hole and she was drenched in cum.
She used to say she wanted to get into porn, but I thought she was just talking dirty or something and never took her seriously. Now I could finally see that she meant it.
A year later, after she moved back to the states, she kept at it. For a few years people would forward links and images of her to me. I felt bad for her at the time. When I first met her, she was just out of Christian school with a modeling contract and a desire to be famous.
Later, I ran into her on the street one evening in 1998 and said hello to her. She looked at me and said, "Do I know you? I mean really know you?" She prolly used to get recognized on the street by the men who watched her videos. We talked for a minute, and I declined her offer to exchange our contact information.
No. I don't know what her porn name was. I never watched any actual ive action scenes. I didn't want to. It was too weird. Now I wouldn't even know how to locate one if I wanted to. I like porn. But, it's ugly when you see people in it that you know personally and intimately.
I popped her cherry, but, after I was done with her, one dick wasn't enough for her. Still, I'll always be the one who got there first and started her on the path to becoming a hewer.
Life throws all kinds of stuff at you.
Last edited by Teabag; 12-09-2012 at 10:02 AM.
It was about 3 or 4 years later. She acted like she didn't know me or recognize me. But, when I said my name she was all, "OMG!" I don't know if she was pretending or not. Like I said, she's nuts. But, it sure felt odd. I kept it short and was on my way.
It never fucked with my head again after that chance reunion on the street. I was glad it happened.
edit: just a strange fact. We lived together in San Francisco, but I ran into her on the street in Seattle.
Last edited by Teabag; 12-09-2012 at 10:47 AM.

I was technically in a porn (uncredited) since my mom did an interracial gang bang when she was pregnant with me.
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