As I visited with my cousin, a man as perverted as myself, he asked me,"What's the weirdest thing you ever had your dick stuck in ?"
Immediately, I remembered the incest with my babe ; jacking off with a variety of things wrapped around my ray ; a duet of goat, which fit my pecker about the same as my closely 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 turns 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 history is about.

As we grew up, Leo and I often compared the size of our growing peter, and would consume a raceway to see who could cum first when we 'd beat our meat. We'd try out jacking our rods with roster of potty paper ; with the cardboard centers pulled out. charge plate bags with application in them, then wrapped by a flannel worked great. There's no telling how many of our dads'condoms we slipped on to jacklight off ; and we always compared the results… but that 's not what this story is about.

I did n't eff the goats until after I was married, and tried it just for the hell of it. I'd catch an opportunity when the bride would be gone shopping or to one of the kid's house and top dog for the goat shed. It did n't take long to train off-white and Polly to stand and eat from the feed bucketful while I used their small-scale pussies for my pleasance. I don't keep my sexual experiences a hidden from Leo, so he knows about the nannies, too… but that 's not what this fib 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 cesarian ; so her pelvic girdle has never been forced by delivering a baby. Plus, she can work her fantastic cunt muscles like most men have never experienced. She 14years immature than me and her husband is a decayed son-of-a-bitch. I really think she's in love with me and would impart his sorry ass in a mo, if I was free 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 chum, so we weren't too surprised when we discovered how great it felt to jack off, and we did that ( slope by side ) for years. Who really knows ; if Paul the Apostle was still animated, we may still be doing it together.
Apostle of the Gentiles's dick was slimmer than mine and had a cold-shoulder, upwards curve. Mine was fatter, but about the same duration.

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

During mellow schoolhouse, both of us snagged girl that didn't hesitate to fuck ; quite often we would fill up both seats in Apostle of the Gentiles's old Ford with au naturel body, but they wouldn't workplace a swap with their trade good. My Sharon was great, but I always wanted to plow Christie's pussy, too.

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

Apostle of the Gentiles's mom moved to another town when we were in our elderly twelvemonth. His older chum, Hun, had already spent time in the US Army and had his own flat, so St. Paul moved in with him to finish his elderly year. He remained there after graduation, until he and Dame Agatha Mary Clarissa Christie got married.
Anyway, moving in with Krauthead had another definite advantage…It didn't take long to win over the girls that a bed worked full than a car seat.

So it happened that our gallon got summer jobs as counselors at a church building camp about forty miles away from base. They were capable to come dwelling on weekends, but Jerry and his girl had the apartment, so Apostle Paul and I were banished on Sabbatum and Sunday. Those backside in the old Henry Ford II got a good workout on Sabbatum Nox and Billy Sunday afternoons.

Now, I'm not gon na say that we were entirely celibate while the girls were gone, but sometimes, goodness pussy with a trusty sassing was firmly to find.
One eventide during the week, Saul made a remark,"I'm so Goddamn horny I could fuck a watermelon."
I laughed, but got to thinking… all we had done for the last several months was fuck some genuine pussies,"You're one loony mother fucker, Apostle 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 jump out and snaffle three Cucumis melo cantalupensis, each. Paul wanted to make out why we were stealing the melon and I told him,"We got ta fuck something tonight."

We only took the two ripest 1 ino the apartment. It would still be three or four hours before Jerry would get off body of work, so I took a knife and barely cut through the outer rind. When the 3inch roundabout came off, I plunged the knife into the center and twisted it around, making a hole about a one-half edge across. It was easily reamed out with my thumb, to the size jam my intemperately prick would fit through.

Paul laughed as he watched, but when I pushed ol'Fat Boy through, and down into the warm germ cavity, he started working on the other cantaloupe vine. Before long, both of us were acting like those two elementary school boy who used to shroud behind the dumpster ; and see who could shoot our wad the highest.

It was slipshod and made a mess, but I finally emptied my load inside. Paul got so tickled that he couldn't dump his spermatozoan in his melon vine, so he pulled his slimy rod out and finished by hand.
We were cleaning up the kitchen floor and about to wash our cocks and ball, when Saul volley with laughter,"I'm gon na peel this fucking cantaloupe, cut it up in chunks, and put it in the fridge. Jerry'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 fruits, put them in to cool, and left.
Sure enough, after we had our Sonic burgers and shaver, we went back to the flat to find Jerry & his asshole buddy, Charles II, 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 cantaloupes and feeding them to his brother.
He'll wipe out us if he ever finds out .