As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the uncanny thing you ever had your pecker stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a salmagundi of things wrapped around my jibe ; a couple of caprine animal, which fit my cock about the same as my tight twat 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 act with Mae many times, but I don't she ever let Leo get into her panty. 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 cocks, and would have a race to see who could cum first when we 'd scramble our meat. We'd try out jacking our perch with rolls of john paper ; with the cardboard centre pulled out. credit card suitcase with application in them, then wrapped by a washcloth 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 narration 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 haul an opportunity when the Saint Bridget would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and oral sex for the laughingstock shed. It did n't take recollective to train off-white and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucket while I used their lowly pussies for my delight. I don't keep open my intimate experiences a secret from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, 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 kids by caesarean section ; so her renal pelvis has never been forced by delivering a child. Plus, she can work her fantastic snatch muscle like nigh men have never experienced. She 14years immature than me and her husband is a stinky son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would pull up stakes his no-good ass in a second, if I was free and available… but that 's not what this narration is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the first course together and gradatory side by side. We both had older comrade, so we weren't too storm when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by position ) for age. Who really knows ; if Paul was still active, we may still be doing it together.
Paul's putz was slim than mine and had a cold-shoulder, upward curve. Mine was fatter, but about the same distance.

Somewhere along the communication channel, after Leo had explained the fowl and bees to Mae and me, Apostle Paul and I made her little snatch the objective of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During eminent school day, both of us snagged girl that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would meet both seats in St. Paul's old Gerald R. Ford with nude bodies, but they wouldn't work a barter with their goods. My Sharon was with child, but I always wanted to treat Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie's slit, too.

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

Paul's mom moved to another Ithiel Town when we were in our senior year. His sure-enough pal, Jerry, had already spent clip in the Army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to stop his senior year. He remained there after commencement exercise, until he and Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Jerry had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the female child that a bed worked best than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summer chore as counselors at a church refugee camp about 40 land mile away from home. They were able to add up menage on weekends, but Hun and his girlfriend had the apartment, so Paul and I were banished on Saturday and Sunday. Those stern in the old Gerald Rudolph Ford got a good exercise on Sat night and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, just pussy with a trusty mouth was heavy to get hold.
One even during the hebdomad, Paul made a input,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could sleep with a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some substantial snatch,"You're one looney mother fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a large, commercial-grade garden just outside of township. I stopped my VW Beetle just long enough for us to jump out and grab three cantaloupes, each. Apostle of the Gentiles wanted to know why we were stealing the melon vine and I told him,"We got ta fuck something tonight."

We only took the two ripest one ino the flat. It would still be three or four hours before Jerry would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch set came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a pickle about a half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size hole my hard shaft would fit through.

Apostle Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the tender seed cavity, he started working on the other cantaloupe. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elementary school day boys who used to obscure 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 tickled that he couldn't dump his spermatozoon 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 cocks and balls, when Paul burst with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this fucking cantaloup vine, cut it up in chunk, and put it in the fridge. Boche's been a son-of-a-bitch lately and he's gon na sleep together eating what I just fucked."

Well, we cleaned both of the fruits, put them in to cool off, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our sonic Warren E. Burger and fries, we went back to the apartment to feel Jerry & his shit 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 cantaloup and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .