As I visited with my first cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the unearthly thing you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of thing wrapped around my quill ; a duo of butt, which fit my hammer about the same as my tight pussy 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 times, but I don't she ever let Leo get into her scanty. I got there… but that 's not what this report is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of our growing cocks, and would have a race to see who could cum first when we 'd beat our meat. We'd try out jacking our rod with rolls of sewer composition ; with the cardboard sum pulled out. Plastic base with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked enceinte. There's no telling how many of our pop'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this story is about.

I did n't get it on the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the nether region of it. I'd match an chance when the St. Brigid would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's business firm and fountainhead for the goat shed. It did n't choose long to train Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucketful while I used their small pussies for my pleasure. I don't sustain my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nurse, too… but that 's not what this storey is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's snatch every prospect I get. She 's had all three of her Kyd by cesarian section ; so her hip has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can bring her terrific cunt sinew like most men have never experienced. She 14years unseasoned than me and her married man is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in passion with me and would exit his sorry ass in a indorsement, if I was free and available… but that 's not what this tale is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my pal, Paul….
We started the first grade together and graduated side by side. We both had old brothers, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by side ) for years. Who really knows ; if St. Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's tool was slimmer than mine and had a slight, upward bender. Mine was fatter, but about the Lapplander length.

Somewhere along the credit line, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little puss the physical object of our pleasance. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high school, both of us snagged girl that didn't hesitate to sleep with ; quite often we would occupy both seats in Paul's old Ford with naked consistence, but they wouldn't body of work a swop with their goods. My Sharon was peachy, but I always wanted to plow Christie's pussy, too.

My car was too small for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to fold up her skinny, piddling butt and afford me a wondrous blow job, when it was just the two of us.

Paul's mom moved to another Town when we were in our senior year. His older brother, Jerry, had already spent time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Apostle of the Gentiles moved in with him to end his senior twelvemonth. He remained there after graduation, until he and Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Krauthead had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the young lady that a bed worked easily than a car seat.

So it happened that our gal got summer problem as counsellor at a church building pack about forty miles away from home. They were able-bodied to come home on weekends, but Boche and his lady friend had the apartment, so Alice Paul and I were banished on Saturday and William Ashley Sunday. Those seats in the old Gerald R. Ford got a right workout on Sat nights and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, adept slit with a trustworthy sassing was hard to find oneself.
One evening during the workweek, Apostle 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 final stage various month was fuck some existent pussies,"You're one crazy mother fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a large, commercial garden just outside of townsfolk. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to jump out and seize three cantaloupes, each. Paul wanted to bang why we were stealing the melons and I told him,"We got ta shag something tonight."

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

Apostle Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the quick semen cavity, he started working on the early cantaloupe. Before retentive, both of us were acting like those two uncomplicated school boy who used to hide behind the dumpster ; and see who could shoot our wad the highest.

It was sloppy and made a plenty, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickled that he couldn't dump his sperm in his melon vine, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen floor and about to lave our cocks and bollock, when Paul salvo with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this fucking cantaloupe, cut it up in ball, 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."

well, we cleaned both of the fruits, put them in to cool, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic burgers and nestling, we went back to the apartment to detect Jerry & his motherfucker pal, Charles, watching TV and eating chilled cantaloupe.
We quickly said,"Hi,"and excused ourselves back outside… God it was funny.

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