As I visited with my first cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weirdest affair you ever had your gumshoe stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a diverseness of things wrapped around my ray ; a couple of caprine animal, which fit my cock about the Same as my sozzled cunt sister-in-law ; and…. The cantaloupe.

Leo already knew about the incest with Mae and Jody ... he was the one who started it all. We took turns with Mae many multiplication, but I don't she ever let Leo get into her step-in. I got there… but that 's not what this story is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the sizing of our growing cocks, and would consume a slipstream to see who could cum first when we 'd flap our centre. We'd try out jacking our rods with bowl of toilet composition ; with the cardboard meat pulled out. Plastic bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washrag worked great. There's no telling how many of our pa'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this storey is about.

I did n't fuck the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd catch an opportunity when the Brigid would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's family and head for the Capricorn shed. It did n't consider farseeing to train Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucket while I used their small pussy for my pleasure. I don't keep my sexual experiences a surreptitious from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, too… but that 's not what this story is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's pussy every hazard I get. She 's had all three of her kids by C-section ; so her renal pelvis has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her fantastical cunt musculus like most men have never experienced. She 14years younger than me and her married man is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would leave his sorry ass in a second, if I was free and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the starting time gradation together and graduated side by incline. We both had elder buddy, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by face ) for years. Who really knows ; if St. Paul was still live, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's dick was slight than mine and had a thin, upward curved shape. Mine was fatter, but about the Lapp length.

Somewhere along the communication channel, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little pussy the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high schoolhouse, both of us snagged girl that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would meet both seats in Saint Paul's old Ford with raw consistency, but they wouldn't work a barter with their trade good. My Sharon was with child, but I always wanted to plow Agatha Christie's pussy, too.

My car was too small for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to close down up her skinny, little buttocks and generate me a wonderful blow job, when it was just the two of us.

Saul's mom moved to another town when we were in our senior year. His onetime sidekick, Boche, had already expend time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Apostle of the Gentiles moved in with him to finish his senior year. He remained there after gradation, until he and Agatha Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Jerry had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the girls that a bed worked better than a car seat.

So it happened that our gals got summer Job as advocate at a church service camp about twoscore miles away from place. They were able to come rest home on weekends, but Jerry and his girlfriend had the apartment, so Paul and I were banished on Saturday and Sunday. Those seats in the old Ford got a in force workout on Sabbatum nights and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, respectable pussy with a trustworthy mouth was arduous to find.
One eve during the week, Paul made a comment,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could fuck a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some real pussies,"You're one crazy mother fucker, Apostle of the Gentiles. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a boastfully, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to chute out and grab three cantaloupes, each. Paul the Apostle wanted to know why we were stealing the melon and I told him,"We got ta nookie something tonight."

We only took the two ripest ones ino the apartment. It would still be three or four hour before Kraut would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch roach came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a hole about a half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size hole my hard shaft would fit through.

Alice Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm seminal fluid cavity, he started working on the other cantaloupe. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elemental school male child who used to hide behind the dumpster ; and see who could frivol away our wad the highest.

It was waterlogged and made a hole, but I finally emptied my load inside. Apostle Paul got so titillate that he couldn't dump his sperm in his melon, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen floor and about to wash our cocks and balls, when Paul volley with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this nookie cantaloupe, cut it up in chunks, and put it in the fridge. Jerry's been a son-of-a-bitch lately and he's gon na love eating what I just fucked."

fountainhead, we cleaned both of the yield, put them in to cool, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our transonic burgers and fries, we went back to the apartment to find Jerry & his asshole brother, Charles, watching TV and eating chilled cantaloupe.
We quickly said,"Hi,"and excused ourselves back outside… God it was funny.

To this day, anytime Paul and I get together, we have a big chuckle about fucking cantaloupes and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .