OMG Fun With Fruit 3

So, I was grocery shopping after work and in the produce section I started looking at the cantaloupe with the sudden memory of past indulgences in my single days coupled with the already formed intent to indulge in some serious and hopefully vigorous self-stimulation later in the evening in the absence of my wife. I found some larger and different-looking cantaloupe and upon hefting one immediately decided I would have It and into my cart it went.

Several hours later I’d quickly sexualized the melon, and laying a towel upon my recliner, I shucked my robe and reclining naked in the dimly lit living room in my silent house, brought the mouth of the moist orange tunnel to the head of my then only slightly enlarged penis and lowered it onto me….

The next half hour pure bliss. 

I’d started to gently move the cantaloupe up and down but quickly realized I could basically just or rotate it forward and backward and my penis would slide in and out …

And, my God, it felt just like a blow job!  And I could do it, get exactly the sensation I wanted since I was in complete control of the melon-mouth enveloping my cock. It was so so soft, so snug, so wet… I didn’t even bother fantasizing about getting actual blow job, because I was so thrilled with the amazing sensations the inside of the melon was giving me. I rocked it back and forth slow, then fast, hard then soft, held it still and pumped up into it… had to stop….just leave my head inside, twist it around….ohhhhh!

I stopped for half a minute or so then gently brought it all the way down on me then put my finger on the air hole and slowly withdrew as it sucked on me and I ….

Had to stop. Holy cow, how was this so good. I rested a minute just the head inside and started over… Yesssss!  

Head back, mouth open, I found a rhythm to the ricking / rotation of the cantaloupe on my cock that if I only went in so far,,,  yeah! … I could keep going… uhhhh… and going… 

Until I couldn’t. I went for a while and was so fuckin’ happy I feel and hearvthat thing actually slurping on me and the sensation was just the best, really just like oral sex, closest thing to it ever … amazing maybe this is …

Oh fuck, not yet no… oh God, I yeah now I want I want to I want to cum, I’m going to cum, I’m going to cum in a cantaloupe, oh fuck I’m going to cum in it….

When I did it was so fast and so hard my hips moved of their own accord and I cried out something like a whine or wail as started cumming because I really couldn’t help it. I jammed the melon down on me and already fully buried tried pushing further into it and for a moment lifted off the back of the chair and brought my knees up towards my chest like I wanted to wrap myself around the fruit as I exploded in ecstasy inside it, then flopped back down and began working it on me furiously trying to prolong my orgasm.

When I was done I lay there in post orgasmic haze trying to make sense of what I’d just done.

The next morning, still impressed by the intensity and joy of my recent masturbation session, I was intrigued by the melon that had brought me so much pleasure. I hadn’t remembered cantaloupe sex as being THAT good. Oh, sure it had been fun, but not like this time had been. OK it’s masturbation, but it had really been FANTASTIC masturbation. Maybe it was being so long since I’d last done it that way. Maybe it was because I’d been so comfortable reclining, instead of being on top as I’d always been before, wanting so much in those sessions years ago to actually be “fucking” the melon. Or maybe now being older, it was just my body’s changes. 

But then I thought, I’d never seen a cantaloupe hat had looked like the one I’d just done it with. I’d thought a cantaloupe was a cantaloupe. Round and rough greenish brown on the outside, orange and sweet … and slippery, wet & tight on the inside.  But this one had been more ovoid / plump football shaped, with dark green stripes. And it had been bigger, a couple of pounds, nice and substantial to hold onto during the act. Perfect size, really.!Almost as though made for it, I’d mused. 

A quick search on the internet both answered my question and  then got my mind wandering off on a ridiculous train of thought. Almost immediately, I discovered that I had, the  previous evening, thoroughly enjoyed myself and climaxed so gloriously deep inside a Chantelais melon. Which, as I had noted as I’d handled it in the market, was a variety much larger and of different shape than your everyday garden (or supermarket) cantaloupe with which I was familiar. And which I later discovered as I’d so happily worked it on my penis, endowed with an internal texture seemingly both softer and more “elastic”’ than that of the melons I’d fucked so many years back.

This is, I learned, just one of dozens of varieties of cantaloupe, which are a type of mush-melon, as are those big smooth yellow round ones I’d often seen and had thought were something different but now are also mush-melons - and so, also, quite likely fuckable. 

But the ridiculous part is this:  among the other varieties of cantaloupe, several of their names got me wondering:  “True Love”, “First Kiss”, “Sensation” and “Home Run.” No way. What, maybe these farmers or whoever names these things are not just talking about taste here. Nah…