1 comments/ 13617 views/ 7 favorites Lusty Lyn Visits San Francisco Ch. 01 By: horndog2014 In July of 1974 when my wife Lyn was only 21, she visited her friend M who was living in San Francisco at the time. Lyn had known M all through high school, but since M had come out as a gay, he had moved to California to pursue a career as an actor. M was a classic blue-eyed blonde-haired hunk that Lyn had had a crush on forever, but M lived in a faster lane than Lyn and had had a reputation for being wild at high school, having even fucked a girl on the front lawn of the school after the graduation prom when he was still dating girls. There was always a bit of a competition between the two friends, extending even to see who could lose their virginity first, but M always won hands-down, and Lyn worshipped him for it.(M at 18, and Lyn at 19) So when he invited her to visit him in SF, she begged the price of a plane ticket from her parents, and set off in high spirits. Upon arriving in San Francisco she got a rude reception from U.S. Immigration. When they asked her how long she was staying (2 weeks) and how much money she had with her (only $50) they asked her to step aside and answer a few questions. Unknown to Lyn, she had arrived in the States not long after the kidnapping of Patty Hearst, and the two of them had the same age and same general appearance. Because of the suspicion raised by her limited means, she was detained for questioning. As well, at that time you could visit the States by just saying "Hi" and flashing a friendly smile. Nobody carried a passport, and Lyn didn't drive, so the only ID she had was a student's card from college, and a library card, so you can see how difficult it was to ascertain real identity. Now Lyn has always had a smart-ass mouth, and when they asked her how she hoped to live on only $50, she answered, "I dunno, I'll think of something." That flippant response bought her a ticket to a strip search with a no-nonsense matron who thoroughly inspected all of her bodily orifices, and when she came up clean, she was released with a warning. Chastened and somewhat humiliated she finally jumped into the arms of her friend M who had been waiting patiently in the arrivals zone of the airport. What they didn't know was that they were being followed by an agent of the FBI. Now M's acting career was going nowhere and he had no green card to work in the States so he was flat broke himself, and soon Lyn's meager $50 was exhausted, and they were reduced to stealing fruit from outdoor produce stands in Chinatown. They took it as a lark however, an adventure shared by the two of them. That is until two FBI agents showed up at M's door demanding to see "the girl". When Lyn appeared, they realized they were in error and wished her a nice stay in the States, to which a flustered Lyn replied, "I love America! I love America!" Now with no money and the threat of being further investigated over their heads, they needed to find a source of cash, and that's when M confessed to Lyn that he had turned some tricks with gay Johns to make money, and had even appeared in some gay smut films, loops as they were called back then. Lyn told him she didn't think she could prostitute herself, but when M added that the porn producers paid cash the same day and were always looking for new girls she said she might. M said he could introduce her to the agency he had used, and when he gave her one of his winning smiles and said, "C'mon it'll be fun," with a nudge, she said okay, and they left on foot immediately, hopping on a cable car for a free ride down Powell Street to the Market street area. Market Street at that time was sleazy, full of dingy porn shops and peep shows, and a lot of hookers hung out at strategic intersections, and Lyn hung onto M's arm in wide-eyed shock over her whirlwind tour of the seamy underbelly of San Francisco. They stopped in front of some stairs leading up to a tiny second-floor office. Tru-Talent was written on a sign hanging next to the door. They let themselves in and entered into a waiting room area where four other girls were already seated in various states of boredom and general torpor. There was a desk at the far end of the room and M led Lyn past the girls, who squawked out, "Hey wait your turn," and other spurious comments, and stopped in front of the paper-strewn desk to confront Mabel the receptionist. She recognized M right away, and asked him, "Where ya been Honey?" He answered, "I've been around Mabel," before inquiring if there was any work available. Mabel looked at the blonde Adonis is front of her and grumped, "What a waste," before telling him that they weren't turning any gay loops at the moment but that they were looking for girls. M turned on the charm and said, "Do you think Bob would see my friend here; we're kinda hard up for cash at the moment." At that time runaways and would-be starlets were arriving in San Francisco by the dozens every week, and the opportunities to exploit all these young, naïve, and destitute individuals by unscrupulous underworld figures were legion and the fledgling porn industry was not above getting its share of all the new "talent", so when Mabel heard "hard-up," she immediately thought, "works-cheap," and with a syrupy smile she instructed M and Lyn to have a seat and picked up her phone. Less than 30 seconds later, she gave a nod to M, adding that Bob would see them in a minute. While they were waiting Lyn faced down the false smiles and sneers of the other girls who were put-off by their line-jumping, and Lyn couldn't help but notice how trashy the girls were dressed and made up. And then she noticed that a couple of the girls seemed quite young. She whispered to M that she wasn't wearing any make-up and M tried to reassure her saying, "It's okay, they like fresh looking girls." They waited about five minutes in their forlorn surrounding before the door to Bob's office opened and a buxom young and somewhat disheveled blonde came out, rearranging her clothes as she did so. Lyn gave M a wide-eyed look at the implications of the girl's actions, but M just shrugged and said, "It's a jungle." A minute later, a short balding man with a noticeable paunch appeared in the doorway and M immediately jumped up and extended his hand to Bob, who took it while mouthing, "Good to see you, good to see you" while casting a critical eye over Lyn. M introduced Lyn saying, "Bob, this is my friend Lyn, from Canada." "Well come in to my office, come in. Any friend of M's is a friend of mine," and he ushered them into his grungy lair with a gentle touch on Lyn's firm derriere, closing the door behind them, before taking his place behind his coffee and cigarette stained desk. "Well what have we got here," Bob said smiling vacantly at them both. "We need some work Bob and Mabel said you were looking for girls," M implored, while Lyn tried her best to smile and look radiant. "She new," asked Bob? "Fresh as today's news," M answered. "She fuck?" Bob asked bluntly. "Like a mink," M assured him. "Suck?" "You kidding," retorted M, "Look at the big mouth on her. She can suck a golf ball through a garden hose." "She take it in the ass?" "She could," said M while ignoring Lyn's foot nudging his in protest, "Sure, but we're talking extra there." "Okay," said Bob, "I'm interested. Let's have a look." And then he fixed his gaze on Lyn, who just sat there. "Well Honey, you gonna show me what you've got?" he spat out leaning forward across his desk. "Huh?" spouted Lyn; "Strip Baby! I gotta see the merchandise ya know. This is the flesh trade after all." M kicked Lyn to spur her to action, and Lyn suddenly jumped up mumbling, "Ah sure, of course," before stating to undo the buttons on her Levis, before suddenly remembering that she hadn't put on any panties that morning; "Ummm, I'm not wearing panties," she said sheepishly. "All the better," said Bob leaning back in his chair preparing to take in the show. So Lyn wiggled her jeans over her slim hips and pushed them down to the floor, before kicking them off, and then she grabbed to bottom of her top and dragged it up over her head. She never wore a bra, and her little A-cup tits stood out proudly. Totally nude, she smiled wanly, and said, "Tah-dah," while waving her hands above her head. "She's a carpenter's dream," drawled Bob, "flat as a board, and easy to nail. Turn around Doll, lemme see your ass," and Lyn did so, wiggling it a little for good measure. "Very nice, very nice indeed," before adding, "Why don't you scoot around here Doll, and have a seat on my desk." Lyn did as she was asked, wondering how many other girls had sat on that spot. "Now spread 'em," barked Bob, and Lyn obediently parted her thighs to reveal her intimate parts to a stranger's lecherous look. "Nice, nice," said Bob, "Love the meaty cunt lips. Guys dig a generous looking taco," before asking, "Looks wet too. Mind if I check?" And without waiting for an answer he promptly stuck a finger in Lyn's vagina, and wiggled it around, while Lyn gazed off into space thinking to herself, "This is the second time since my arrival in the States that a stranger has probed my vag." "Nice and wet," exclaimed Bob as he leaned back satisfied with his inspection, "might have to tidy up the bush a bit. The camera needs to see pink easily." "No problem," said M, before Lyn added eagerly, "I can shave it all off if you like!" "No Doll, that won't be necessary, now there's just one more thing you need to do for me." And Lyn chirped, "What's that then?" Then Bob, took his time, savoring the moment, leaning back in his chair and putting his hands behind his hand before addressing Lyn directly, "That blonde who just left, sucked me off not more than five minutes ago, so if you can get me hard in less than five minutes, you've got the job." Lyn's mouth fell open, and M rose from his chair saying, "I'll wait outside." Lyn turned to implore his help but the door was already closing and Bob was already unzipping his gabardines, before he reached in and fished out a short fat cock. Lyn looked aghast at his shriveled dick for a moment, before Bob said, "The clock's ticking..." and then she slid off his desk with a sigh and went to her knees between his legs. She took his cock in her hand, and smirked, "A girl's gotta do what she's gotta do," before bending over and taking his pungent cockhead into her mouth. "I like a girl with a good work ethic," Bob said smiling as he pushed her head further down onto his dick. And she went to work, sucking his knob and licking his shaft, and then sucking his balls while she made eye contact with him, and then attacking his cock again, which soon began to produce some results as she felt him grow larger in her mouth. "Suck it Doll," snarled Bob, as she renewed her efforts. "Yeah you like to suck cock, don't you?" "I do, I do," Lyn spouted between slurps, and then she applied herself to the task at hand, or mouth so to speak, and soon Bob was sporting a fine seven-inch erection. "Okay, okay," he told her, pulling her up and practically having to pry her lips off of his dick, "You got the job, now I just have to taste that wondrous cunt of yours a bit," and he pushed her back onto the desk and grabbing her thighs, pulled them open as Lyn leaned back on his desk. "Oh Mister Bob," chimed Lyn in a high falsetto as he head dove between her legs, quickly adding, "Oh Mister Bob really!" as his hungry mouth found her big clit. She had to admit she was already turned on by the situation and it didn't take long before she felt an orgasm rising in her loins. She grabbed his balding head and pulled it into her, growling, "Yes, eat me Bob, eat it, oh yes eat it, " and then she was cumming, and suddenly Bob stood up while she was still in the throes of her orgasm, and began to jerk off as he feasted his eyes on her wet quivering gash. "Oh yes, you're a slut, you're all sluts, "and then his hot cum was splashing on her cunt, spurt after spurt as he groaned out his climax. "You're all hot little sluts," he moaned as the last of it dribbled from his wilting dick. Then he looked at the mess he made before adding, "I'll look forward to watching you get fucked on screen Doll. Pay is 100 bucks, 150 if you take it in the ass, and I hope you do. Now get out of here and pick up the details of the shooting location from Mabel." As Lyn scrambled to gather her clothes, hardly even bothering to clean the cum off her body, she asked meekly, "When's the shoot?" And Bob gruffly replied, "It's tomorrow sister. Be there! And don't you welch on me. I've got my reputation to uphold." "I'll be there Bob. I'll be there," she said as she hurriedly squeezed into her jeans, "and don't worry I'll do my best. I appreciate your help and I won't let you down," she assured the man who had just taken advantage of her and hardly caring at all that she had just become another casting couch victim, as he pushed her out the door before she even had time to pull down her top. The waiting room chairs were empty, the other girls gone, and Lyn whirled around with glee saying "I got the job, I got the...," but her words were bit off as he was suddenly confronted with the spectacle of Mabel's bright red lips avidly sucking at M's quite ample erection. "We heard, we heard, "said M, apparently not fazed in the slightest by Lyn's slack-jawed stare. "I knew you were packing some meat in those tight jeans of yours," she said appreciatively, "but I never imagined... Well my, oh my..." And then Mabel pulled her lips off M's big nine-inch prong, saying to Lyn with a dreamy smile on her face, "Ain't it a beaut! Too bad he's gay. What a waste!" and then she sighed and pushed him away, before rising and thrusting a sheet of paper in Lyn's hand. "That's the address for the shoot. Some rich guy's house. He probably gets his jollies watching. Don't be late! Oh, and buy some nylons and a garter belt, you'll need them." "But we don't have any money," said Lyn, "we told you that." "Oh for the love of..." groaned Mabel as she opened her purse and dug out a twenty before thrusting it at Lyn. "Don't make me regret this," she warned them both as they turned to go effusing thanks and gratitudes, "Or I'll take it out of your hide M... or your dick..." but they were already scooting down the stairs. As soon as they hit the street, they whooped and hollered as they ran along the street hand in hand. Finally stopping out of breath, Lyn said, "I can't believe I'm going to do this." And M responded by adding, "I can't believe you let that greaseball eat your pussy." "Oh my God, I did that didn't I? Oh my God. He was pretty yucky, but then you let Mabel suck your dick. " "Touché," he ceded, but then said, "Hey I'm starved. Let's get something to eat," and they went to a greasy spoon M knew that served all day breakfasts for $1.50 each with free refills of gut rot coffee. Satiated at last, M asked to see the paper Mabel had given Lyn and after a cursory glance he swore, "Fuck, it's in Marin County." "That far," asked Lyn? "It's across the Golden gate bridge. We'll have to see if there are buses. We won't have enough for a cab." "And we still have to buy the nylons and garter belt." "I may know someone who can lend us some, a neighbor of mine, a transvestite neighbor of mine," he said with a laugh. "You'll come with me, won't you?" "Of course!" "And you'll stay with me?" "That depends on the film crew. I will if I can. There are always a few people hanging around at these things." "How many people will there be? I don't know if I can fuck in front of a crowd of people." "This is just an 8mm loop, so there's no sound, so it'll probably just be the cameraman and the producer. I doubt they'll have a director. No makeup that's for sure, but there may be a fluffer." "What's a fluffer?" "A girl whose job it is to get the male lead ready and keep him hard between takes. Usually a floozy with big tits and a mouth built for sucking." "Do you think I'll have to do anal, I've never done it before." "Depends, but they pay more. Hey we'll pick up a banana on the way home and break you in." "Oh you," said Lyn, "You're kidding me right?" "Nope!" "Oh my God!" "And we'll have to trim your pubes, you've got a real forest down there Honey!" "Well we'd better get to it then," and they paid there bill and left. Lusty Lyn Visits San Francisco Ch. 02 On the way home they stopped by the bus terminal and because of the poor service they decided to take a ferry to Sausalito once M had determined that their destination wasn't too far from the ferry terminal. They'd have to hoof it or take a cab to get to the place. They couldn't risk hitching as it might make them late. M left Lyn alone to have a bath and a trim, while he went to see his friend about the nylons. It turned out he was happy to help and on the walk home on a whim he scoffed a couple of bananas in Chinatown. When he got home Lyn was still in the bathroom, and he knocked to see if everything was okay. "I guess so," came the reply, "wanna check?" and M opened to door to find Lyn sitting on the edge of the tub with her legs spread, a pair of scissors still in her hand. She had closely cropped all her hair, and her big labia were plainly evident. "They're ugly, aren't they?" said Lyn despondently. "No, I mean yes they are big, but not ugly, just very womanly," M said soothingly, "More to love." "More to love, right!" "More to eat then. They kinda look like roast beef." "Huh," said Lyn sharply, "Is that supposed to console me?" "Meat curtains, mud flaps." "Stop teasing me," she shouted. "All beef taco," M exclaimed before beating a hasty retreat as Lyn lit after him. He dove on the bed, but Lyn jumped on him and started pummeling him with her fists. "You're horrid, "she said, "I hate you!" "Elephant ears," squeaked M as he covered his head with his arms to ward off the blows Lyn was raining down on him as she straddled him completely unconscious of her nudity. Suddenly she stopped hitting him and grabbed his bulging crotch. "Shit you've got a hard-on!" "Yeah I guess I do. What of it?" Lyn continued to feel his cock through his jeans while saying, "So I guess my meat curtains turn you on, huh?" "Okay, yeah, a little, alright, a lot, but I'm still gay! More than likely it's your tight ass that does it. It's like a boy's butt." "It is not!" "And you're nearly as flat as a guy. I'll bet from behind I could take you for a guy." And then there was a long pregnant pause before Lyn smiled and said, "We're gonna finally do it, aren't we," "You want it," said M pushing her off and quickly standing up, "Now you're gonna get it," he said menacingly as he unbuttoned his jeans and shoved them down. He never wore underwear, and his big dick swung up hard and thick. Lyn threw herself down on all fours and spread her legs, looking back over her shoulder at him and saying saucily, "Fuck me like a man!" M moved between her legs, lined up his dick with her hole, and drove it in roughly all at once causing Lyn to cry out. "You want it like a man?" he said as he shoved it in hard, "Then take it like a man, and quit complaining." And he began to fuck her hard and fast, ramming all nine inches up her juicy quim, but he couldn't hold out for long, and soon he was yelling, "I'm gonna cum Lyn! Fuck it's too good! Shit I'm gonna cum," while the bed rocked as he pummeled her, and finally he pulled out and squirted gobs of cum all over her tight ass. In the immediate afterglow, while he caught his breath, Lyn traced a finger down his hairless chest and asked him gently, "Why didn't you cum in me?" "Dunno", said M, "Just porn star habit I guess." "Well you've got the right equipment for the job," drawled Lyn sexily, and then she noticed he was still nearly hard, and added in admiration, "Want me to fluff that for you so we can go again." "Hell yeah," said M with real eagerness in his voice. And so she did, and they did, not just once more but three times, letting out all that pent up sexual tension left over from high school as they sucked and fucked each other like two teenagers in the back of a '68 Ford convertible on prom night. At one point, as M was on top of her missionary, driving his big pecker home while Lyn's hands gripped his firm butt cheeks pulling him in, Lyn managed to say, "Why didn't we do this sooner?" "I dunno," M uttered without missing a stroke, "I guess I thought you were a bit of a goody two shoes." "A goody two shoes?" groaned Lyn, grimacing a bit as she felt his long prick lance into her deeply. M's cock was the biggest one she'd had yet, well maybe not the thickest, there was that older man who lived near the beach, but he was definitely the longest, and he was beating a staccato on her back wall. "Yeah," he said, moving up higher on her, which changed the angle and made his shaft drag across her engorged clit at each stroke which felt incredible, and he continued as she struggled not to cum, "You know, good family, "A" student, you never did drugs." "I did drugs," she retorted, struggling to remember the time she choked on a joint because of what M's big cock was doing to her pussy as he ground it into her, churning her pussy juices into butter. "Yeah right," he said mockingly, "so prove to me you're not a goody two shoes by taking it in the ass." "You're too big," Lyn stated. "Yeah but you love it, don't you?" snarled M, shoving his cock in hard a few times and making her groan as emphatic proof. "Oh god yes, but I'm sure it'd hurt," Lyn replied. Then he stopped moving, and looked her in the eye, cracking a wry smile and saying, "We'll work up to it, then it won't hurt." Then he leapt out of bed and ran to the kitchen with his big hard-on waggling up and down, returning a moment later with one of the bananas he stole earlier in his hand. Stopping by the bed he held it next to his dick and said, "See it's smaller. We can start with this." Lyn giggled and said, "It's curved like yours." M looked at it, and then he started hamming it up like Tarzan, but a Tarzan more ape than man, scratching under his arms and pretending to eat the banana, and then saying, "Me Tarzan, you Jane. Me fuck Jane in ass with banana," which caused Lyn to break up and roll on the mattress in hysterics, but then she stopped abruptly when she spied M pick up a jar of lubricant that just happened to be by the bed. "Oh my god," she said alarmingly, as she watched him grease up the banana, and she said it again as M knelt on the mattress adding, "You're really gonna do it, aren't you?" "Time to put up or shut up," he growled at her. "Now spread those legs bitch!" Lyn reluctantly did as she was told. "And pull your knees up too slut!" he ordered, and she complied, giving him a very explicit view of her splayed open cunt and puckered asshole. "Don't move," he warned as he bent down and began to lick her pussy languorously, and then dipped lower to tongue her asshole, which was a first for Lyn, and she sucked in her breath as he tried to shove his tongue in her ass. Then he stopped for a moment and made eye contact with her before he sucked sensuously on his right index finger, and maintained that contact as he brought his finger to her virgin asshole, tickling her a little and then working the tip in while he watched her mouth form a soft silent "Oh" of tormented delight. He returned his mouth to her pussy and sought out her big clit with some delectable detours along the way as he began to work his digit deeper past her tight sphincter. Easily finding her engorged clit, he lapped at it like a dog, as he began to finger-fuck her ass. As soon as she began to moan and move in response, he knew she was ready for stage two, and pulled his finger out to grab the nearby banana, his tongue never ceasing it's action on her clit and brought the greased fruit to the point of contact with his nefarious goal, bearing down on her rampant clit and sucking it harder as he shoved the banana past the tight gateway to her anus. Her whimpering only added extra firmness to his steely prick and did nothing to soften his resolve as he worked half the banana up her tight bunghole, noting in wry passing that her legs spread a smidgen wider. "Slut," he groaned as he reapplied his efforts to the task at hand, alternately licking her clit and gaping slit as he pressed the phallic fruit ever deeper up her butt, and soon he could sense her orgasm arriving; hearing her breath become shorter and quicker, tasting the increased flow of juices from her cunt, feeling her thighs begin to tremble, and seeing her fingers seek out her own clit in an effort to bring it on quicker. But he didn't want her to achieve satisfaction from a mere fruit, he wanted that delight for his own prick, and so he suddenly stopped and got up on his knees, leaving her momentarily confused and short of breath, while he grabbed the jar of lube and dipped in his fingers, while taking in the lewd spectacle in front of him - Lyn's fingers still busy at her wet, swollen cunt while only the curved top of the banana protruded from her ass, the rest of it buried six inches deep. A shock of realization came across Lyn's face as she watched him apply the grease to his huge rigid cock, but before she could protest, he reached down and quickly pulled the banana from her ass, giving her gaping anus just a moment to twitch in protest before he replaced the long yellow fruit with his own yearning cock. Lyn yelped, "It hurts, you said it wouldn't hurt," as he shoved it deeper, but he didn't stop and remembered the mix of pain and pleasure when his virgin ass had been plowed for the first time. "Take it Slut," he told her gruffly as his clenching buttocks thrust his prong up her ass. "Fuck it's tight," he said between clenched teeth as he began it hump at her good, noting in passage that her meek protests had subsided to be replaced with a steady soft grunting that matched the steady inward thrusts of his cock. He fucked her steadily for another minute or two, and then decided he needed a better position, so he pulled out and forcibly rolled her over, ignoring her moaning. M slapped her bum and told her in a no-nonsense voice, "Up on your knees, Bitch!" and when she didn't move fast enough he smacked her ass again, and she complied. He squatted behind her and lined up his rod with her nether passage, pausing only a moment before sinking it in, accompanied by a rather loud howl on Lyn's part. But now, having her just the way he wanted, he ignored her moans and groans and proceeded to take pleasure for himself, buggering her savagely as he held onto her hips, ramming it up her rear passage to the hilt again and again, so intent was he on the delicious sensations her rectum was providing to his cock. He was fucking her ass so hard she fell forward onto her stomach and M followed, continuing to pound her into the mattress as she lay unmoving. He could feel his juices start to boil in his loins and his big cock swelled even more as the cum rose in his dick, finally exploding as stream after stream of hot semen raced along the length of his cock and flooded the insides of her rectum. "Fuck, that's a nice cum," he moaned as he ground into her ass, draining the remaining drops. Then he pulled out and fell beside her on the mattress, breathing heavily. "Bastard," Lyn said turning to look at him, "you said it wouldn't hurt." "I lied," he confessed, "course it hurts, but it feels good too, doesn't it?" She smacked him playfully, but responded, "A little I guess, oh god, I can't believe I just got fucked in the ass!" "You sure did," he agreed rolling on her side and snuggling up to her before whispering lasciviously in her ear, "and by a big dick too." "Oh my god," said Lyn and it was that last thing she said before sleep overtook them both.