I have been a faithful reader of your wonderful publication for at least eight years, and never thought that I would ever have any experiences like those reported by your other readers. As a matter of fact, I have often wondered about the authenticity of the exploits reported by so many sexual supermen and women. I’ve long suspected that all of the letters published were the products of some overly imaginative staff writer. However, after a friend of mine recently had a letter published in Penthouse Letters, I decided to finally write to you to share a quite exciting discovery.

Several years ago I was looking for something available, economical and convenient to increase my solitary fun and pleasure. I began experimenting with all kinds of items with openings that would welcome my amorous advances without protest or rejection. I finally came upon the perfect solution by accident, and I would like to share it with your other readers.

I have always enjoyed eating cantaloupes when they are in season, and I often buy several at a time. A few years ago I was out of town for several days and had left two melons in my refrigerator. When I returned, both had turned soft on the bottom. I cut the soft spot out of one of them and was planning to have a late snack before I went to bed.

Since I had been on the road for several days, I was as horny as a bull in springtime. I picked up some of my favorite reading material (your magazine) and headed to my bathroom to get ready for bed. After reading only several letters I was hot and hard and ready for some quick relief. My favorite lubricant has always been Crisco, so I went to the kitchen to get a supply to last me through the night. I spotted my melon setting on the drain. It seemed to be inviting me to sample its sweet nectar, in more ways than one.

It only took a couple of minutes to scoop the seeds out of the inside and to rinse it out with warm water. I was trembling almost as badly as the first time I sampled the love and affection of my high school sweetheart. I slipped my still-hard cock into the hole I had cut in the melon and knew almost immediate ecstasy and relief. I could hardly keep from coming as I feverishly slid my cock in and out of the melon. With a blinding flash I came, and kept on coming for several seconds. The suction created was so intense that I could hardly stand up, and my cock stayed so hard I almost had to break the melon open to relieve the pressure.

After about ten minutes of rest, I stroked my cock to another hard-on and slipped into my now familiar love object. This time I cut a smaller hole on the opposite side so that I could control the suction by holding my finger over the hole. I have since tried to use a melon with only one hole cut in it, but the pleasure and thrill is absolutely too strong to tolerate for more than a few seconds.

It didn’t take me long to learn how to get the most pleasure from my melons, and even though I have had plenty of experience, I have yet to experience a better or more satisfying blowjob. I used to think that the stories about women who use cucumbers, bananas or hot dogs to fuck themselves with were all myths, but I can see how easy it is to become addicted to this form of masturbation. I know that my neighbors are very curious about why my garden only contains melons!