Jed Cleland - Maggie_s moist mouth

The music reached a crescendo and stopped abruptly. Lois looked as if she were straining to take a good shit or to scream across a football field. She sweated and tightened her muscles and screamed, "OH… OH… GUACAMOLE!" The banana suddenly shot from her cunt like a torpedo from a submarine! PFFFT! And it landed halfway across the room.

I was stunned. Greg mumbled that he couldn't believe it. Denny was applauding like crazy and Lois was so damned happy I thought she was going to cry.

"Honey, it really went far tonight. I should have set up the measuring stick," he said to her, still clapping his hands.

She stood there, holding on to the wall for dear life, catching her breath. She smiled and finally fell to the floor and lay in a slump near her husband. He started petting her breasts.

One thing led to another and soon we were all naked. I thought Lois was going to have a heart attack when she saw the size of Greg's cock. I guess she had never seen any other penis but her husband's, and I felt sorry for the pleasures she had been missing.

We all touched each other and played with each other for a few minutes, but we could tell that Lois felt embarrassed or afraid somehow, which was hard to understand after shooting a banana out of her pussy in front of total strangers. But we respected her feelings, and confined our petting to each other, and Denny and Lois did the same. Then they watched us as we made love.

We did a sixty-nine position for them, lying side by side, and they watched closely as we went through the entire act till each of us came. I felt myself reaching my climax first and Greg was groaning as he tasted my juices. Lois stuck her head so close to Greg's that he thought for a moment that she wanted to stick her head up my cunt also.

Then Greg came. Since Lois and Denny were watching closely, I made sure Greg's cock started to come on my lips. I opened my mouth wide with the tip of his organ just touching my bottom lip so they could see the white sperm ooze out of him and float along my teeth and tongue. I closed my mouth over the end, felt it come some more, and then opened my lips again to allow some of the hot cream to drip down my cheek and run along my face. Lois and Denny were in ecstasy – Lois had both of her hands pressed against her breasts and Denny was working his cock feverishly in his right hand. His left hand was rubbing along Greg's ass, but Lois didn't see that.

Finally, when Greg had poured all his semen into my mouth, I pulled away and fell back to the floor. Lois gazed at Greg's hard cock for a moment and then wrapped her hand around it, fascinated by its size. It began to grow smaller, and while she still held it tightly a drop of cum appeared on the tip. Greg lifted his head and looked at her.

"Go ahead, lick it off. It's not going to bite," he said gently, lifting his hips in the air.

Lois stammered a bit, and then quickly licked the white drop from the end of his penis. She smiled and looked as if she had just won the Irish Sweepstakes.

And now their turn had come. They fucked. In the regular position. Which was as boring as could be, but at least there were signs of humor. Lois was forever kicking her feet when Denny would slide it hard into her. She giggled and purred and made all kinds of theatrical sounds. Finally she grasped the banana in her hand and smashed it against Denny's back.

"Oh, honey, honey!" she called, mashing the banana all over his naked shoulders.

I looked at Greg. We were still amazed at what seemed like nonsense to us, but it obviously turned them on.

Denny lifted high and then slammed into her and we knew he was coming. At the same moment Lois let out another cry, "OH… on… VINCENT LOPEZ!"

Guacamole? Vincent Lopez? She had to be nuts. We left almost immediately after they had finished. As we stepped into the hall we felt as if we had been let out of a cage of some sort.

"Who the hell is Vincent Lopez?" I asked, turning the key in our door. We were both amused.

"Hell if I know. Probably her father. God, I'm glad we got out of there. Next thing she would have probably smeared grape jam all over her boobs and had us lick it off while she would scream crazy names."

I opened the door of the apartment. "Guacamole. Jesus, what a night. Aren't they too much?"

Greg flopped on the couch as I closed and locked the door. "Did you catch him rubbing my ass?" he asked.

"Sure did," I replied, sitting next to him.

"Strange couple." Greg put his arm around me and held me close to him. "I love you," he said.

"And I love you. Let's go to bed."

And we did.

Summer vacation came and we talked about getting married. We had been living together for months now and we felt it was time to make it legal. I knew Mother and Dad would be pleased to hear that, even though they loved Greg and accepted the fact that we were living together out of wedlock. Billy was very happy for us. We planned to be married just before the beginning of the school term, in August, back in Two Forks.

But before that we decided to take a vacation to California, a place we had never been. California, land of eternal sunshine and orange juice, twenty-four-hour supermarkets, weirdos and radicals and freaks and overnight religions and beautiful people. We wanted to experience as much of it as we could. We planned to stay almost four weeks.

It is hard to look back on that time with any objectivity, for I seem to remember only the bad. There were good things, it's true, but they had nothing to do with my sexual life and that is what I'm supposed to concern myself with here. Just for the record, however, I fell in love with Los Angeles on sight and loved the city, the people, the way of life. I knew I would live there someday, and now I do – I live in Hollywood.

What happened to my sexual life at that time? It died. Overnight. Greg and I had been having a wonderful sexual relationship up until the day we arrived in Los Angeles. We would have oral sex many times a day, often sharing each other with other couples – we stayed away from the Banana Buster and her husband, however – and there seemed to be no problems regarding sex in either of our minds.

But once we hit the West Coast Greg seemed to grow nervous and distant. I thought he wasn't feeling well, or perhaps something was bothering him about our marriage plans. But he wouldn't talk about it. The second night we were there, after he had spent the day being very sullen and moody, he went for a walk on Santa Monica Pier – we were staying in a big motel just off the beach in Santa Monica – and didn't return till hours later. He didn't say a word, just stripped and got into bed with me. I felt him shaking, and I tried to put my arms around him, sensing he needed comfort. But he pulled away and asked me not to touch him. I fell asleep listening to him sort of crying softly on the other side of the bed.

We had always been honest with each other – except for my past experiences with Billy, and the horrible things I did when Greg and I were having such a terrible time communicating. Actually they weren't so horrible at all, but after Greg and I got together I looked back on them with revulsion. Now it seemed we couldn't be honest. He wouldn't say a thing. I had been so happy. I knew we both had been so happy. What had happened? What had I done?

I wrote Billy and told him every thing – how Greg had been acting and his new treatment of me. I asked his advice – he knew Greg as well as I did – and told him what I truthfully thought was happening. I told him Greg seemed to be tired of me. He was spending more time away from me than with me, and he was beginning to come back to the motel late at night or not at all. We had been there only ten days and I felt lonely, afraid to make a move for fear it would be something that would make Greg disapproving. I was confused.