As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weirdest thing you ever had your peter stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my cock ; a match of goats, which fit my tool about the Lapp 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 step-in. I got there… but that 's not what this story is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of our growing rooster, and would birth a race to see who could cum first when we 'd nonplus our meat. We'd try out jacking our retinal rod with rolls of toilette paper ; with the cardboard centers pulled out. charge card bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a face cloth worked great. There's no telling how many of our dad'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this chronicle is about.

I did n't do it the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd gimmick an chance when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and head for the goat shed. It did n't take hanker to educate ivory and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucket while I used their small slit for my pleasure. I don't keep my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nanny, too… but that 's not what this story is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's snatch every chance I get. She 's had all three of her shaver by caesarean delivery ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her fantastic cunt muscles like most men have never experienced. She 14years youthful than me and her married man is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in lovemaking with me and would lead his regretful ass in a second, if I was rid and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my crony, Paul….
We started the for the first time grade together and gradational English by side. We both had aged brothers, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how slap-up it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by side ) for twelvemonth. Who really knows ; if Paul was still live, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's cock was svelte than mine and had a rebuff, upward curve. Mine was fatter, but about the like distance.

Somewhere along the line, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Saint Paul and I made her piffling slit the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to bang ; quite often we would fill both tooshie in Paul's old Ford with defenseless bodies, but they wouldn't piece of work a swap with their commodity. My Sharon was outstanding, but I always wanted to plow Agatha Christie's pussy, too.

My car was too lowly for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to fold up up her skinny, little cigaret and render me a wonderful blow job, when it was just the two of us.

Apostle Paul's mom moved to another townsfolk when we were in our senior year. His older brother, Hun, had already played out time in the Army and had his own flat, so St. Paul moved in with him to finish his senior year. He remained there after gradation, until he and Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Kraut 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 jobs as advocate at a church service ingroup about forty knot away from home. They were able-bodied to come home on weekends, but Jerry and his girlfriend had the apartment, so Apostle Paul and I were banished on Sat and Dominicus. Those tail in the old Ford got a expert exercising on Saturday nights and Sun afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, safe pussy with a trustworthy mouth was hard to come up.
One evening 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 various months was fuck some real pussies,"You're one crazy female parent fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a large, commercial garden just outside of Ithiel Town. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to jumpstart out and grab three cantaloupe, each. St. Paul wanted to have intercourse why we were stealing the melon vine and I told him,"We got ta fuck something tonight."

We only took the two ripest ace ino the apartment. It would still be three or four 60 minutes before Hun would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch Mexican valium came off, I plunged the tongue into the sum and twisted it around, making a hole about a one-half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my quarter round, to the size hole my hard cock would fit through.

Saul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the quick come cavity, he started working on the other 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 shoot our wad the highest.

It was sloppy and made a mess, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickle 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 level and about to rinse our prick and formal, when Apostle of the Gentiles burst with laughter,"I'm gon na pare this screw cantaloup vine, cut it up in ball, and put it in the electric refrigerator. 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 down, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our transonic burgers and fries, we went back to the flat to encounter Krauthead & 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 Paul the Apostle and I get together, we have a big chortle about fucking cantaloupes and feeding them to his brother.
He'll vote down us if he ever finds out .