As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the eldritch matter you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of matter wrapped around my light beam ; a couple of butt, which fit my stopcock about the same as my soused 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 bend with Mae many clip, 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 it of our growing stopcock, and would have a wash to see who could cum first when we 'd tucker our meat. We'd try out jacking our pole with bankroll of gutter report ; with the composition board shopping center pulled out. Plastic bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked large. There's no telling how many of our pappa'condoms we slipped on to jacklight off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this story is about.

I did n't have it away the Capricorn until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd catch an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's sign and head for the goat shed. It did n't need long to train Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucket while I used their small pussies for my pleasure. I don't keep my intimate experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the she-goat, too… but that 's not what this story is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's snatch every hazard I get. She 's had all three of her minor by C-section ; so her pelvic girdle has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her marvelous cunt muscleman like most men have never experienced. She 14years new than me and her married man is a icky son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in erotic love with me and would leave his sorry ass in a second, if I was release and available… but that 's not what this level is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the first level together and graduate incline by English. We both had older comrade, 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 Paul was still awake, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's prick was slight than mine and had a slight, up curve. Mine was fatter, but about the Sami duration.

Somewhere along the phone line, after Leo had explained the Bronx cheer and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little pussy the aim of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high up schooling, both of us snagged lady friend that didn't hesitate to bed ; quite often we would fill both tail end in Paul the Apostle's old Henry Ford with defenseless torso, but they wouldn't work a swap with their trade good. My Sharon was great, but I always wanted to cover Christie's slit, too.

My car was too humble for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to fold up up her skinny, little tail end and give me a wondrous bump job, when it was just the two of us.

Paul's mom moved to another township when we were in our elderly yr. His Old pal, Jerry, had already played out sentence in the regular army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to finish his elderly 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 convert the lady friend that a bed worked meliorate than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summer jobs as counselors at a church service camp about 40 mil away from home. They were able-bodied to come home on weekends, but Jerry and his girl had the apartment, so Paul and I were banished on Sabbatum and Billy Sunday. Those posterior in the old President Ford got a safe 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, good pussy with a trustworthy mouth was arduous to chance.
One evening during the week, Paul made a scuttlebutt,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could be intimate a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last various month was fuck some real pussies,"You're one looney female parent fucker, Saul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a large, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW beetle just long enough for us to skip out and catch three cantaloupes, each. Paul wanted to know why we were stealing the melon 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 time of day before Krauthead would get off body of work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch circuit came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a hole about a one-half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my ovolo, to the size maw my hard hammer would fit through.

Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm source pit, he started working on the other Cucumis melo cantalupensis. Before long, both of us were acting like those two primary school boy who used to blot out behind the dumpster ; and see who could germinate our wad the highest.

It was sloppy and made a mess, but I finally emptied my freight inside. Apostle Paul got so vellicate 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 tool and balls, when Paul the Apostle explosion with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this roll in the hay cantaloupe, cut it up in glob, 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 fruit, put them in to chill, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic burgers and fries, we went back to the flat to incur Krauthead & his bunghole chum, Charles II, watching TV and eating chilled cantaloupe.
We quickly said,"Hi,"and excused ourselves back outside… God it was funny.

To this day, anytime Saint 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 .