As I visited with my full cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weird thing you ever had your gumshoe stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my shaft ; a duet of goats, which fit my pecker about the same as my crocked puss 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 clip, but I don't she ever let Leo get into her scanty. 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 pecker, and would have a subspecies to see who could cum first when we 'd nonplus our meat. We'd try out jacking our pole with roller of stool paper ; with the composition board centers pulled out. charge card bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked great. There's no telling how many of our dads'condoms we slipped on to jack up off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this news report is about.

I did n't fuck the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the netherworld of it. I'd catch an opportunity 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 necessitate long to train bead and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucket while I used their pocket-size pussies for my joy. I don't keep my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, too… but that 's not what this account 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 tike by C-section ; so her pelvic girdle has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can act her fantastic cunt heftiness like most men have never experienced. She 14years younger than me and her husband is a decayed son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would leave his disconsolate ass in a second, if I was resign and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the offset grade together and gradational position by side. We both had older chum, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( incline by incline ) for years. Who really knows ; if Paul was still awake, we may still be doing it together.
Saint Paul's dick was slim than mine and had a slight, upward curve. Mine was fatter, but about the same duration.

Somewhere along the railway line, after Leo had explained the bird and bees to Mae and me, Apostle of the Gentiles and I made her minuscule kitty-cat the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to sleep with ; quite often we would satisfy both place in St. Paul's old Ford with au naturel bodies, but they wouldn't work a swap with their goods. My Sharon was capital, but I always wanted to cover Christie's puss, too.

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

Paul's mom moved to another townspeople when we were in our elderly year. His old brother, Jerry, had already exhausted prison term in the US Army and had his own apartment, so Alice Paul moved in with him to complete his elderly year. He remained there after commencement, until he and Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Kraut had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the female child that a bed worked skillful than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summer job as counselors at a Christian church bivouac about forty mil away from home. They were capable to come home on weekends, but Jerry and his girl had the apartment, so Saul of Tarsus and I were banished on Saturday and Sunday. Those seats in the old Ford got a good exercise on Saturday Nox and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girl were gone, but sometimes, good pussycat with a trustworthy mouth was firmly to find.
One even during the workweek, Saint 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 several months was fuck some real 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 town. I stopped my VW beetle just long enough for us to rise out and grab three cantaloupe, each. Paul wanted to know 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 apartment. It would still be three or four hours before Jerry would get off study, so I took a knife 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 of it hole my grueling cock would fit through.

Saul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm ejaculate cavity, he started working on the other cantaloup vine. Before retentive, both of us were acting like those two elementary school boys who used to blot out behind the dumpster ; and see who could shoot our wad the highest.

It was sloughy and made a sight, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so vellicate that he couldn't underprice his spermatozoan 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 prick and balls, when Apostle Paul burst with laughter,"I'm gon na discase this fucking cantaloupe vine, 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 fuck eating what I just fucked."

fountainhead, we cleaned both of the fruits, put them in to cool down, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic Warren E. Burger and chips, we went back to the apartment to find Jerry & his bastard buddy, 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 and I get together, we have a big chuckle about fucking cantaloupes and feeding them to his brother.
He'll toss off us if he ever finds out .