As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weirdest thing you ever had your hawkshaw stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my sisters ; jacking off with a kind of things wrapped around my shaft ; a duet of goats, which fit my cock about the Saami as my squiffy cunt 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 bend with Mae many meter, 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 cocks, and would receive a race to see who could cum first when we 'd dumbfound our meat. We'd try out jacking our retinal rod with rolls of lav report ; with the cardboard centers pulled out. Plastic old bag with lotion in them, then wrapped by a washcloth worked great. There's no telling how many of our dada'condoms we slipped on to jack off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this report 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 catch an chance when the Saint Bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and head for the goat shed. It did n't acquire long to train ivory and Polly to stomach and eat from the feed bucket while I used their small twat 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 story is about.

Leo knows I 'm still pounding my sister-in-law 's snatch every opportunity I get. She 's had all three of her kids by caesarian ; so her pelvis has never been forced by delivering a child. Plus, she can turn her fantastic cunt muscleman like about men have never experienced. She 14years young than me and her husband is a rotten son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in passion with me and would go away his pitiful ass in a second, if I was devoid and available… but that 's not what this story is about, so ... ....

I began by telling Leo about my buddy, Paul….
We started the outset gradation together and graduated position by side. We both had older brothers, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how big it felt to jack off, and we did that ( side by side ) for years. Who really knows ; if Paul was still alive, we may still be doing it together.
Alice Paul's pecker was slimmer than mine and had a slight, upward bender. Mine was fatter, but about the same length.

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

During senior high shoal, both of us snagged lady friend that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would satisfy both keister in Paul's old Henry Ford with bare bodies, but they wouldn't work a swap with their goods. My Sharon was enceinte, but I always wanted to plow Christie's pussy, too.

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

Paul's mom moved to another townsfolk when we were in our senior year. His older comrade, Boche, had already spent time in the Army and had his own apartment, so Paul moved in with him to finish his senior year. He remained there after graduation, until he and Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Jerry had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to convince the miss that a bed worked better than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summer jobs as counselors at a church service camp about twoscore Swedish mile away from house. They were able to arrive home on weekends, but Jerry and his girlfriend had the apartment, so Saul of Tarsus and I were banished on Sabbatum and Billy Sunday. Those seats in the old Ford got a honorable exercise on Saturday nights and Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the young lady were gone, but sometimes, good slit with a trustworthy rima oris was hard to find.
One evening during the calendar week, Saul 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 death several month was fuck some existent cunt,"You're one crazy mother fucker, Alice Paul. But let's go for a ride."

I knew of a declamatory, commercial garden just outside of town. I stopped my VW mallet just long enough for us to jump out and grab three cantaloupes, each. Alice Paul wanted to know why we were stealing the melon vine and I told him,"We got ta piece of tail 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 oeuvre, 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 hole about a half column inch across. It was easily reamed out with my pollex, to the size cakehole my punishing cock would fit through.

Saul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm up seeded player cavum, he started working on the other cantaloupe. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elementary school son who used to conceal behind the dumpster ; and see who could shoot our wad the highest.

It was slapdash and made a mess, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickled that he couldn't dump his sperm in his melon, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen floor and about to rinse our prick and balls, when Saint Paul fusillade with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this screwing cantaloupe, cut it up in ball, and put it in the fridge. Hun's been a son-of-a-bitch lately and he's gon na love eating what I just fucked."

Well, we cleaned both of the fruit, put them in to chill, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic beefburger and fries, we went back to the apartment to find out Jerry & his asshole buddy, Charles the Bald, 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 cantaloupe vine and feeding them to his brother.
He'll kill us if he ever finds out .