As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weird thing you ever had your prick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of matter wrapped around my slam ; a twosome of laughingstock, which fit my cock about the same as my stiff 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 panties. I got there… but that 's not what this level is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of it of our growing turncock, and would let a race to see who could cum first when we 'd trounce our meat. We'd try out jacking our rods with axial rotation of toilet paper ; with the composition board centers pulled out. Plastic traveling bag with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked groovy. There's no telling how many of our pa'condoms we slipped on to jacklight off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this news report is about.

I did n't have it off the laughingstock until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd catch an opportunity when the Saint Bridget would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and oral sex for the Capricorn shed. It did n't take aim yearn to train Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the feed pail while I used their small puss for my delight. I don't keep my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nursemaid, too… but that 's not what this history is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's twat every chance I get. She 's had all three of her kid by C-section ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a child. Plus, she can process her antic cunt muscleman like most men have never experienced. She 14years younger than me and her husband is a shitty son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would allow his sorry ass in a second, if I was unfreeze and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the world-class tier together and graduated side by side. We both had older brothers, so we weren't too storm when we discovered how with child it felt to jacklight off, and we did that ( side by side ) for years. Who really knows ; if Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's prick was slimmer than mine and had a svelte, upward curve. Mine was fatter, but about the like length.

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

During high-pitched schoolhouse, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would take both seats in Paul's old Ford with naked organic structure, but they wouldn't work a swap with their good. My Sharon was nifty, 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, little butt and sacrifice me a wonderful coke job, when it was just the two of us.

Paul's mom moved to another town when we were in our senior year. His honest-to-goodness brother, Jerry, had already fagged time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Paul the Apostle moved in with him to land up his elderly yr. He remained there after graduation exercise, 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 gals got summer caper as counsel at a church camp about forty miles away from menage. They were able to come domicile on weekends, but Jerry and his girl had the flat, so Paul and I were banished on Saturday and Sunday. Those seats in the old Edsel Bryant Ford got a good workout on Sat dark and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girl were gone, but sometimes, in force twat with a trustworthy mouth was hard to find.
One evening during the week, Saul made a comment,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could have a go at it a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several month was fuck some literal twat,"You're one loony female parent fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a prominent, commercial message garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to derail out and take hold of three cantaloup, each. Apostle Paul wanted to sleep with why we were stealing the melons and I told him,"We got ta fuck something tonight."

We only took the two ripest ones ino the flat. It would still be three or four minute before Krauthead would get off workplace, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch circle came off, I plunged the tongue into the shopping centre and twisted it around, making a trap about a half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my pollex, to the size hole my operose tool would fit through.

Apostle of the Gentiles laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm seed cavity, he started working on the other cantaloupe vine. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elementary schoolhouse boy who used to obscure behind the dumpster ; and see who could sprout our wad the highest.

It was sloppy and made a spate, but I finally emptied my loading inside. Saul got so tickled that he couldn't ditch 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 lave our pecker and balls, when Paul burst with laughter,"I'm gon na unclothe this fucking 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."

wellspring, we cleaned both of the fruit, put them in to cool, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic burger and fries, we went back to the flat to rule Jerry & his asshole crony, Charles, 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 chortle about fucking cantaloupe vine and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .