Watermelon World Cup

I had a weirdly wild watermelon dream. 

There I was, little 'ol me, wandering around amongst a chaotic and energized crowd. At first, I didn't realize where I was, and I felt lost and hungry and thirsty. It took me a moment before I realized that I was in a vast and strange stadium filled with tens of thousands of people cheering something on. 

The stadium was full of watermelon everything. There were watermelons seemingly growing from the stadium structure itself. These varied in size, ranging from normal size, up to gargantuan size, perhaps the size of a house or larger. Some of the watermelons were sliced into wedges or random chunks.

It dawned on me that I was in a strange watermelon soccer stadium. There were watermelons growing in the soccer field below, and a soccer game seemed to be going on. I saw banners and memorabilia that made it clear I was at the "Watermelon World Cup". 

Suddenly, I remembered how I had played soccer as a kid as part of a sports program for youth. Now in my forties, I hadn't played soccer in well over twenty years, so I suddenly had an urge to go kick a soccer ball. 

In a trance, I wandered down to the soccer field and went onto the field. When the ball came my way, I picked it up and ran away toward a goal. I set the ball down, and attempted to kick it into the goal. I missed completely, and the ball flew far over the goal and into the crowd. The entire stadium went silent, and I became aware of the eyes on me, staring in disbelief at the random disruption I had caused. 

Embarrassed as hell, I slunk into the shadows of the stadium corridors, out of sight. As I wandered around aimlessly, I grew increasingly hungry and thirsty, craving watermelon. I went back out into the stadium, seeing that the game had resumed and there was plenty of watermelon around me. 

Without hesitation, I moved in silence among the loud crowd, and I began devouring vast amounts of watermelon. We're not talking about mere ounces or pounds of watermelon. We're talking literal tons upon tons of watermelon. 

OM-NOM-NOM! I chomped and slurped away at the sweet and juicy watermelon that grew from or supported the stadium. It's not clear exactly how I managed to consume that much, but I did so anyway, with an insatiable appetite. 

As I was devouring a 30-foot watermelon, several security guards approached me. 

"Water you doing!" one of them shouted at me. 

"Water ever I want!" I sarcastically shouted back. 

The guards tried to restrain me, but I somehow got away and went to another part of the stadium, and the guards ran after me. They chased me all over the stadium, and I remained just out of their grasp as I continued devouring watermelons. 

I kept returning to the same area of the stadium again and again, and at some point, the stadium began to collapse because there wasn't enough watermelon to support it. The crowd panicked and began evacuating. I had ruined the Watermelon World Cup, and just as the guards again tried to capture me, I flew away. 

There were random watermelons floating in the sky above the stadium, and I landed and sat atop one of them, looking around. From this perspective, I could see that I was, indeed, in a watermelon world. I could see that there were various other watermelon stadiums, one of which caught my eye. 

I flew down and landed in a strange volleyball stadium with giant watermelons growing around the uppermost edges of the structure. I was now a spectator of a women's volleyball tournament. The gorgeous women were in watermelon-themed bikinis, and they seemed to immediately recognize me when I sat in an empty courtside chair. 

As the game went on, I watched with pleasure at the sight of the athletic women going wild as they volleyed and bantered between each other. Occasionally, the women would glance at me and smile, seemingly knowing who I was. This bamboozled me, but I appreciated the beauty in their warm demeanor. There seemed to be a mutual attraction between myself and the ladies. 

Suddenly, I noticed a pattern of numbers. On the scoreboard, the time remaining was 3:45. As I looked around, I saw only the numbers 3, 4, and 5 appear prominently on various objects. Although the game went on for some time, the "time remaining" remained 3:45. Weird. 

At some point, half-time arrived, and everyone took a break. The entire team of bikini-clad women approached and surrounded me, introducing themselves. It was a very warm welcome, and I felt at home. However, I couldn't help but stare at their... melons. 

"Water you looking at?" playfully asked one of the women. 

"Your wonderful watermelons," was all I could say, caught off guard. 

A busty blonde-haired, blue-eyed woman emerged from the group surrounding me, and smiled sensuously at me. She was the team captain, apparently. Still seated in my chair, she straddled me, facing me. She pressed her breasts against my chest, and I began to feel aroused. 

"It's half-time. Should we give everyone a show?" the team captain said in a sultry and sensuous tone. She began to slowly grind on my groin, and I gripped her thighs tightly. 

"A wild 'n wet show?" I grinned at this spicy nearly naked woman whose name I didn't even know. 

"Grab the cup," said the captain. One of the women went to a nearby table and grabbed a giant watermelon-themed cup and brought it over to the captain. 

The captain, still straddling me, pulled off her bikini top, revealing her extra juicy melons. She grabbed my hand, and guided it over her breast... then squeezed, pointing her nipple downward into the cup. 

PSSSHHH!! PSSSHHH! 

The volleyball captain squirted a pinkish milky substance out of her breast! She guided me to keep squeezing and together, we filled up the giant cup with her "watermelon milk". 

"Drink up. It'll give you energy for when we go at it," she said. 

GULP! GULP! GULP! Her juicy watermelon milk was surprisingly cold and fresh. So sweet and creamy! Once I had my fill, she passed the cup around to her teammates, who chugged away. 

The team captain and I locked eyes, desiring each other, then passionately kissed. She got up and removed her bikini bottom, and the rest of the team followed suit. The entire volleyball team now stood naked before me, wearing only their white sneakers. I too got naked, and now all of us were nude and vulnerable before the spectators. 

The team lined up behind their captain, who playfully shoved me down into the sandy volleyball court. She let me slide myself into her, and she rode me right there. As we ground our groins with wild thrusting, she laughed with ecstasy as she climaxed. 

"Your turn!" exclaimed the captain to her teammate. 

Thrusting wildly, with each of the teammates taking their turn riding me, I realized I was getting a lot of sand up my buttcrack. Although it was annoying, it was worth it. The audience around us applauded after each climax, cheering us on. 

As much fun and pleasure as I was having, I began to grow exhausted from the deeply penetrating thrusting. My penis began to feel like it was about to fall off and spontaneously combust. Luckily, the last of the team took their turn, and when she climaxed, she squirted watermelon juice all over the court. The audience gave a standing ovation, and we had given them a wild watermelon halftime show. 

The team put their bikinis back on, I got dressed, and the volleyball game resumed, with 3 minutes and 45 seconds still remaining. I saw a digital clock on a jumbotron that displayed 3:45 as the time, along with a countdown that approached 345. 

When the team captain rotated out, she came and sat beside me. She refilled her cup with her watermelon milk, and gave it to me. Parched from all the pussy pounding I had done, I chugged it down and I felt rejuvenated. 

She got naked... again... and straddled me... again. As the game continued on, I had her stand up so I could give her cunnilingus. She climaxed and this time squirted so much watermelon juice into my face that I felt like I was about to drown. Just then, a siren sounded, and the game had ended with 3:45 prominently displayed on the jumbotron. 

Then I woke up, and when I immediately looked at my phone to see what time it was, it was exactly 3:45 am. Weird. 

THE END.