As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weird affair you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sis ; jacking off with a kind of things wrapped around my shaft ; a couple of laughingstock, which fit my cock about the Lapplander as my tight snatch 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 turn of events with Mae many time, 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 cocks, and would have a raceway to see who could cum first when we 'd beat our meat. We'd try out jacking our rods with rolling wave of toilet paper ; with the cardboard centers pulled out. plastic bags with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked swell. There's no telling how many of our papa'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this story is about.

I did n't fuck the Goat until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd arrest an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and head for the caprine animal shed. It did n't take long to train Pearl and Polly to stand and eat from the provender bucket while I used their small pussies for my delight. I don't keep my sexual 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 probability I get. She 's had all three of her kids by caesarian delivery ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a infant. Plus, she can go her wondrous twat brawn like most men have never experienced. She 14years jr. than me and her husband is a decayed son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in lovemaking with me and would impart his grim ass in a bit, if I was loose and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the first grade together and graduated side by side. We both had older brothers, so we weren't too surprise when we discovered how not bad it felt to jack off, and we did that ( English by side ) for years. Who really knows ; if Apostle Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Saint Paul's peter was slimmer than mine and had a slight, upwardly curve ball. Mine was fatter, but about the same length.

Somewhere along the line, after Leo had explained the hoot 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 school, both of us snagged girlfriends that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would fulfill both seats in Paul's old Ford with bare bodies, but they wouldn't work a trade with their good. My Sharon was great, but I always wanted to cover Christie's pussy, too.

My car was too pocket-size for the four of us, but Sharon learned how to shut down up her skinny, fiddling butt and give me a wonderful bump job, when it was just the two of us.

Paul's mom moved to another town when we were in our senior year. His old brother, Jerry, had already worn-out sentence in the United States Army and had his own apartment, so Paul the Apostle moved in with him to finish his senior twelvemonth. He remained there after graduation, until he and Agatha 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 easily than a car seat.

So it happened that our gal got summer occupation as counselors at a church service camp about forty land mile away from abode. They were able-bodied to come place on weekends, but Boche and his girlfriend had the flat, so Paul and I were banished on Sat and Billy Sunday. Those seats in the old Henry Ford got a good workout on Saturday Nox and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the miss were gone, but sometimes, well slit with a trustworthy mouth was concentrated to find.
One eve during the week, Alice Paul made a remark,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could bonk a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the final stage several month was fuck some real pussies,"You're one weirdo mother fucker, Saint 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 alternate out and grab three cantaloupes, each. Paul 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 ones ino the apartment. It would still be three or four time of day before Boche would get off work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch traffic circle came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a hole about a half inch across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size maw my hard tool would fit through.

Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warmly seed cavity, he started working on the early cantaloupe. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elemental school male child who used to cover behind the dumpster ; and see who could blast our wad the highest.

It was muddy and made a mess, but I finally emptied my load inside. Alice Paul got so vellicate 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 story and about to wash our hammer and bollock, when Paul fusillade with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this fucking cantaloup vine, cut it up in glob, and put it in the fridge. Boche'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 transonic burgers and Fry, we went back to the flat to rule Jerry & his cocksucker sidekick, Charles Stuart, watching TV and eating chilled cantaloupe.
We quickly said,"Hi,"and excused ourselves back outside… God it was funny.

To this day, anytime Apostle Paul and I get together, we have a big chuckle about fucking cantaloupe vine and feeding them to his brother.
He'll wipe out us if he ever finds out .