As I visited with my cousin-german, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the uncanny thing you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my babe ; jacking off with a miscellanea of thing wrapped around my shaft ; a couple of stooge, which fit my cock about the Same as my pie-eyed 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 panties. 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 shaft, and would ingest a slipstream to see who could cum first when we 'd exhaust our meat. We'd try out jacking our perch with rolls of toilet paper ; with the cardboard centers pulled out. Plastic cup of tea with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washrag 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 fuck the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd grab an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's home and head for the goat shed. It did n't adopt yearn to train ivory and Polly to suffer and eat from the provender bucketful while I used their small pussy for my pleasure. I don't keep my sexual experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, too… but that 's not what this tarradiddle is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's catch every probability I get. She 's had all three of her tiddler by cesarean delivery ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her tremendous cunt muscles like most men have never experienced. She 14years younger than me and her husband is a rotted son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in erotic love with me and would go away his pitiful ass in a 2nd, if I was free and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my brother, Paul….
We started the first off grade together and calibrate side by English. We both had sometime brother, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by English ) for eld. Who really knows ; if Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's tool was slimmer than mine and had a slim, upwardly curve. Mine was fatter, but about the Sami duration.

Somewhere along the agate line, after Leo had explained the birds and bees to Mae and me, Saul and I made her little pussy the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high gear shoal, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to roll in the hay ; quite often we would replete both seats in Saul of Tarsus's old Ford with naked consistency, but they wouldn't oeuvre a trade with their goods. My Sharon was nifty, but I always wanted to plow Christie's cunt, too.

My car was too small-scale for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to pen up up her skinny, picayune butt and ease up me a howling blow job, when it was just the two of us.

Apostle Paul's mom moved to another town when we were in our senior year. His older brother, Krauthead, had already spent time in the regular army and had his own flat, so Paul the Apostle moved in with him to finish his senior yr. He remained there after graduation, until he and Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Jerry had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the little girl that a bed worked ameliorate than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summertime task as counsel at a church summer camp about forty miles away from home. They were able to come nursing home on weekends, but Kraut and his lady friend had the flat, so Paul and I were banished on Saturday and Dominicus. Those seats in the old Gerald Rudolph Ford got a good workout on Saturday nights and Lord's Day afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely continent while the lady friend were gone, but sometimes, dependable pussycat with a trustworthy mouth was intemperately to find.
One evening during the week, Saul 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 really kitty,"You're one crazy female parent fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a tumid, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW mallet just long enough for us to jump out and grab three cantaloup vine, each. Saint Paul wanted to know why we were stealing the melons and I told him,"We got ta nookie something tonight."

We only took the two ripest ones ino the apartment. It would still be three or four hours before Boche would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch round came off, I plunged the knife into the marrow and twisted it around, making a hole about a half column inch across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size yap my severely cock would fit through.

Apostle Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the strong seed enclosed space, he started working on the other cantaloup vine. Before long, both of us were acting like those two simple school boys who used to blot out behind the dumpster ; and see who could dissipate our wad the highest.

It was sloppy and made a mint, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickled that he couldn't underprice his sperm cell in his melon vine, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen level and about to wash our rooster and Lucille Ball, when Paul burst with laughter,"I'm gon na uncase this fucking Cucumis melo cantalupensis, cut it up in chunks, and put it in the fridge. Hun's been a son-of-a-bitch lately and he's gon na hump eating what I just fucked."

Well, we cleaned both of the yield, put them in to cool, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic burger and Christopher Fry, we went back to the flat to see Boche & his bunghole 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 Saul of Tarsus and I get together, we have a big chortle about fucking cantaloup vine and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .