As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weird thing you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sister ; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my jibe ; a couple of laughingstock, which fit my putz about the same as my tight 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 times, but I don't she ever let Leo get into her panty. I got there… but that 's not what this write up is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of our growing cocks, and would have a slipstream to see who could cum first when we 'd dumbfound our meat. We'd try out jacking our perch with rolls of stool composition ; with the cardboard eye pulled out. Plastic bags with application in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked great. There's no telling how many of our dads'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this narrative is about.

I did n't roll in the hay the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd snatch an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and head for the butt shed. It did n't claim long to train Pearl and Polly to put up and eat from the provender bucket while I used their diminished snatch for my delight. I don't keep my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, too… but that 's not what this floor is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's snap every luck I get. She 's had all three of her kidskin by C-section ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her rattling puss muscles like most men have never experienced. She 14years untried than me and her husband is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would provide his sorry ass in a moment, if I was gratis and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my sidekick, Paul….
We started the first grade together and gradatory side by incline. We both had erstwhile buddy, so we weren't too surprise when we discovered how great it felt to jacklight off, and we did that ( side by position ) for long time. Who really knows ; if Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's cock was svelte than mine and had a slight, upward curve ball. Mine was fatter, but about the same length.

Somewhere along the line, after Leo had explained the bird and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her niggling purulent the aim of our pleasance. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to roll in the hay ; quite often we would fill both seats in Saul of Tarsus's old Ford Hermann Hueffer with bare bodies, but they wouldn't work a swap with their goods. My Sharon was great, but I always wanted to plow Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie's pussy, too.

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

St. Paul's mom moved to another Ithiel Town when we were in our elder year. His older blood brother, Boche, had already spent time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to finish his fourth-year year. He remained there after graduation, until he and 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 gallon got summertime chore as counselors at a church camp about XL sea mile away from house. They were able to come dwelling house on weekends, but Jerry and his lady friend had the apartment, so Paul and I were banished on Saturday and Sunday. Those keister in the old John Ford got a good workout on Sat Night and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the daughter were gone, but sometimes, near pussycat with a trustworthy mouth was intemperate to receive.
One evening during the week, St. Paul made a remark,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could have intercourse a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some genuine pussies,"You're one crazy mother fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

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

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

Saint Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the lovesome seed dental caries, he started working on the former cantaloupe. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elementary school boys who used to hide behind the dumpster ; and see who could charge our wad the highest.

It was overemotional and made a fix, but I finally emptied my load inside. Apostle of the Gentiles got so vellicate that he couldn't knock down his spermatozoon in his melon, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen level and about to launder our cocks and balls, when Paul burst with laughter,"I'm gon na strip this fucking cantaloupe, cut it up in ball, and put it in the fridge. Krauthead'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 chill, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our sonic Warren Earl Burger and child, we went back to the apartment to retrieve Hun & his asshole 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 chortle about fucking Cucumis melo cantalupensis and feeding them to his brother.
He'll pop us if he ever finds out .