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Masturbation: Is This Ripe? (2/3)
17 votesAuthor: DeathTeller Published: 9/22/2006 story views: 5288
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nibbled about one another’s supple bodies. Soon, my cock was half-hard and beginning to show the peak of a tent in the front of my linen pants. I had to distract myself with shopping to prevent being found out by the stock boy upon checkout!
When I got home, I began unloading my groceries. When I reached the cantaloupe, I laughed at myself. I honestly had forgotten that I even picked one up. I had been so distracted with distracting myself that I had blocked the whole experience from my mind. When I pulled the melon from the bottom of the sack and bounced its weight in my hand, I immediately recalled my hammock fantasy.
I set the fruit down on my kitchen counter and reached down the front of my pants. I was home alone, and I was remembering how pent-up that hot, young husband had gotten me while he was shoving sweet, orange fruit in my mouth and thumbing my cock while nibbling my neck. I figured now was the perfect time to go ahead and let this particular fantasy come to fruition.
My Haagen-Dasz melting on the counter, I slid down the front of my pants and let my semi-rigged cock fall free. A few quick pumps of my palm around my thick member had it standing at its fullest attention. Then a slightly kinky thought crossed my mind. Leaning there across the counter, cock in hand, and dreaming of a handsome young stud’s naked body draped around my own, I noticed the full, round, ripe melon seated below me.
With my free hand, I began to squeeze and massage its rind, imagining that it was the tight denim that had hidden the thick, muscular glutes of my grocery store crush. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I closed my eyes and imagined groping that guy with passionate abandon.
Grabbing a knife from the block beside my sink, I skinned off a small section of the rind and worked my thumb into the soft, moist flesh of the fruit. In my mind, I fantasized that I had dropped that hunk’s jeans, and was now working my hands all about his bare asscheeks, letting my thumb slip into his tight, rosy hole. As I continued to daydream, my thumb broke through the flesh of the melon and founds its way into its soppy, seed-filled innards. I had my thumb in deep to my wrist, writhing around as the cantaloupe’s juices oozed and seeped from the hole my digit was boring into this poor melon. All the while, my mind saw me thumb-fucking the hell out of this straight husband’s tight, wet, virgin ass.
Unable to separate my fantasy from reality, I was now easing my cock-head up to his sopping, gaping hole. I eased my pulsating member in with a soft pop, then forced my cock all the way down, plunging deep into his moist love canal. My hand was stationed on the cantaloupe on the counter, holding it in place while I grinded my pelvis forward, easing my cock down into the gooey center of the ruptured fruit.
I kept pounding the hot, virgin ass of that cantaloupe until my sandy-blonde haired, baby-blue eyed fantasy was screaming and pleading in ecstasy for me to blow my load inside him. In an instant, my whole body was bucking and heaving as I shot off in his wet, sticky, virgin ass, filling the now bored-out cavity of the wrecked fruit with my hot, thick load.
When I got home, I began unloading my groceries. When I reached the cantaloupe, I laughed at myself. I honestly had forgotten that I even picked one up. I had been so distracted with distracting myself that I had blocked the whole experience from my mind. When I pulled the melon from the bottom of the sack and bounced its weight in my hand, I immediately recalled my hammock fantasy.
I set the fruit down on my kitchen counter and reached down the front of my pants. I was home alone, and I was remembering how pent-up that hot, young husband had gotten me while he was shoving sweet, orange fruit in my mouth and thumbing my cock while nibbling my neck. I figured now was the perfect time to go ahead and let this particular fantasy come to fruition.
My Haagen-Dasz melting on the counter, I slid down the front of my pants and let my semi-rigged cock fall free. A few quick pumps of my palm around my thick member had it standing at its fullest attention. Then a slightly kinky thought crossed my mind. Leaning there across the counter, cock in hand, and dreaming of a handsome young stud’s naked body draped around my own, I noticed the full, round, ripe melon seated below me.
With my free hand, I began to squeeze and massage its rind, imagining that it was the tight denim that had hidden the thick, muscular glutes of my grocery store crush. My cock throbbed and pulsed as I closed my eyes and imagined groping that guy with passionate abandon.
Grabbing a knife from the block beside my sink, I skinned off a small section of the rind and worked my thumb into the soft, moist flesh of the fruit. In my mind, I fantasized that I had dropped that hunk’s jeans, and was now working my hands all about his bare asscheeks, letting my thumb slip into his tight, rosy hole. As I continued to daydream, my thumb broke through the flesh of the melon and founds its way into its soppy, seed-filled innards. I had my thumb in deep to my wrist, writhing around as the cantaloupe’s juices oozed and seeped from the hole my digit was boring into this poor melon. All the while, my mind saw me thumb-fucking the hell out of this straight husband’s tight, wet, virgin ass.
Unable to separate my fantasy from reality, I was now easing my cock-head up to his sopping, gaping hole. I eased my pulsating member in with a soft pop, then forced my cock all the way down, plunging deep into his moist love canal. My hand was stationed on the cantaloupe on the counter, holding it in place while I grinded my pelvis forward, easing my cock down into the gooey center of the ruptured fruit.
I kept pounding the hot, virgin ass of that cantaloupe until my sandy-blonde haired, baby-blue eyed fantasy was screaming and pleading in ecstasy for me to blow my load inside him. In an instant, my whole body was bucking and heaving as I shot off in his wet, sticky, virgin ass, filling the now bored-out cavity of the wrecked fruit with my hot, thick load.
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Vote: Total Votes: 17 |
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| Penisfondler | Posted: 2007/9/30 6:09 Updated: 2007/9/30 6:09 |
Virgin   Joined: 2007/9/29 From: Posts: 1 |
 Re: Three thumbs up!Yea i agree it made me masturbate my cock throughout
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| talltom | Posted: 2007/1/23 1:06 Updated: 2007/1/23 1:06 |
Virgin  Joined: 2007/1/21 From: Posts: 7 |
What no feast I was kind of hoping that you would have a feast on your cum filled melon.
After all as the saying goes: waste not, want not.
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| seniorhawk | Posted: 2006/10/25 15:06 Updated: 2006/10/25 15:06 |
Virgin Joined: 2006/10/25 From: bay area calif Posts: 4 |
Is It Ripe? Pretty cute and a bit tasty
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| Habu | Posted: 2006/9/25 2:36 Updated: 2006/9/25 2:36 |
Unzipped Joined: 2006/3/4 From: Midatlantic USA Posts: 67 |
Both Hot and Amusing Great job and description. I'm beginning to fantacize about bananas and cucumbers--and in Thailand we had a fruit called Durian that was like a mellon, but much softer rind and spongy texture that was ideal for . . .
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| BatonMyRouge | Posted: 2006/9/22 17:12 Updated: 2006/9/22 17:12 |
Unzipped  Joined: 2006/8/28 From: Posts: 79 |
Three thumbs up! Your tendency to write about sex with inanimate objects has won me over. I'll never look at a fruit salad the same way.
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