As I visited with my full cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the uncanny affair you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my prick ; a match of stooge, which fit my cock about the same as my tight bitch 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 bout with Mae many sentence, 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 cock, and would experience a race to see who could cum first when we 'd stick our nitty-gritty. We'd try out jacking our rods with curl of toilet theme ; with the composition board centers pulled out. Plastic bags 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 chronicle is about.

I did n't fuck the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the underworld of it. I'd grab an opportunity when the St. Bridget would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and head for the Capricorn shed. It did n't take long to discipline Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the feed pail while I used their small pussies for my pleasure. I don't keep my intimate experiences a private 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 slit every probability I get. She 's had all three of her kidskin by caesarean section ; so her hip has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her wild puss muscles like almost men have never experienced. She 14years younger than me and her husband is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would leave his lamentable ass in a indorse, if I was free and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my chum, Paul….
We started the number one grade together and graduated slope by slope. We both had older brothers, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack up off, and we did that ( side by side ) for age. Who really knows ; if Alice Paul was still animated, we may still be doing it together.
St. Paul's dick was slimmer than mine and had a slight, upwardly curve. Mine was fatter, but about the same duration.

Somewhere along the line of descent, after Leo had explained the birdie and bees to Mae and me, Paul and I made her little purulent the object of our pleasure. Eventually, big sis joined in, too.

During high schooltime, both of us snagged girl that didn't hesitate to be intimate ; quite often we would sate both buttocks in Paul the Apostle's old John Ford with defenseless physical structure, but they wouldn't work a swap with their commodity. My Sharon was groovy, but I always wanted to cover Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie's pussy, too.

My car was too pocket-sized for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to fold up her skinny, niggling stern and give me a marvelous blow job, when it was just the two of us.

Saul of Tarsus's mom moved to another town when we were in our senior twelvemonth. His older brother, Jerry, had already spent time in the United States Army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to finish his older year. He remained there after gradation, until he and Agatha Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Boche had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the lady friend that a bed worked better than a car seat.

So it happened that our gals got summertime jobs as counselors at a church camp about twoscore knot away from home. They were able to derive home on weekends, but Jerry and his girlfriend had the apartment, so Paul and I were banished on Sabbatum and Sunday. Those seats in the old Henry Ford II got a good exercising on Saturday 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 hard to find out.
One evening during the week, Alice Paul made a commentary,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could fuck a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the close several calendar month was fuck some real puss,"You're one weirdo mother fucker, Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a boastfully, commercial-grade garden just outside of Town. I stopped my VW beetle just long enough for us to parachute out and grab three cantaloup, each. Apostle of the Gentiles wanted to know why we were stealing the melons and I told him,"We got ta piece of ass something tonight."

We only took the two ripest 1 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 circle came off, I plunged the tongue into the center and twisted it around, making a kettle of fish about a one-half in across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size of it hole my hard tool would fit through.

Saul of Tarsus laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm come cavity, he started working on the other cantaloupe. Before foresightful, both of us were acting like those two elementary school son who used to hide behind the dumpster ; and see who could tear our wad the highest.

It was muddy and made a mess, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickled that he couldn't floor his sperm in his melon vine, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen base and about to wash our cocks and orchis, when Paul flare-up with laughter,"I'm gon na uncase this fuck cantaloupe, cut it up in chunks, and put it in the electric refrigerator. Boche's been a son-of-a-bitch lately and he's gon na fuck 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 Fry, we went back to the apartment to observe Jerry & his arse 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 St. Paul and I get together, we have a big chortle about fucking Cucumis melo cantalupensis and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .