It is a fantastical tale, one I scarce believe myself, of the Isle and our experiences thereon. It is a very long tale, and unless one wishes to settle in to read a story of considerable length, one should turn back here rather than read on.

It all began that fateful day of landfall upon this Isle. Our sloop, the H.M.S. Delight, was in a frightful storm, and it was my duty to secure the riggings. An enormous wave crashed over the side, and I found myself washed overboard. It seemed I was forever in the raging surf, swimming for my life, suddenly finding myself awash upon this shore.

I glanced up, puzzled, for the sun's rays shown down where mere moments before was the blackness of the storm. I looked back at the sea, and the waters were settling. The dark cloud of the storm was sighted to the east, receding quickly. It would seem the storm drove the ship near the Isle, depositing me not far from shore. The Delight itself was not to be seen, no doubt impelled along and quickly out of sight by the fierce wind and waves.

There was little time to ponder the predicament when I sighted another castaway from the storm! A body lay in shallow water, not far along the shore. As I grew closer, it appeared that the body was naked. It then became clear that it was that of a woman!

Could it be? I raced over and rolled the woman over, and... yes! It was! I gazed upon the beautiful face of Lady Arianna Chesterleigh. Within the briefest moment, I took in the sight of Her Ladyship in all her loveliness, with nary a stitch of clothing from her head to her toe.

Lady Arianna's sandy brown hair, now soaked, remained primly pinned up upon her head. Her soft cheeks retained the healthy pink flush I had so often admired, now speckled with drops of the sea. Her emerald green eyes were hidden behind closed lids of a deep shade, trimmed with thick, dark lashes. Her pert nose sat above her full mouth, which opened by thick red lips that concealed two straight rows of ivory teeth.

Below her angelic face, I beheld sights that I had so longed to see. Her neck was as a smooth white column that curved into the soft roundness of her shoulders, which sloped down onto the delightful expanse of her bosom. Casting my eyes ever downward, a thrill shot through my heart to behold the magnificent sight of Lady Arianna's bare breasts: twin, quivering mounds of creamy softness, resting at either side upon her full arms, each white breast tipped with large pink nipples, and each nipple set amidst a smooth, shiny areole.

My heart pounded, my eyes transfixed by the revealed charms of Lady Arianna, scarce believing my fortune to gaze upon such a sight. The wetness of her breasts glistened in the sunlight as the rays danced along their sweet curves. I was astounded at the enormous size of Her Ladyship's breasts, which, now revealed, appeared considerably larger than as bound up under her dress. I desired to take hold of the lovely orbs, to impart an impassioned embrace. Instead, I remained steadfast, dazzled by the unexpected sight.

Though quite plump and healthy, Her Ladyship had a waist that was remarkably trim, tapering narrowly and swelling out again to the fullest of hips, enclosing a round belly beset with a deep round navel. Smooth, thick thighs extended from her hips, the thighs topped with the delights of Her Ladyship's nether regions, with swollen lips set therebetween. Her nether charms were almost completely hairless, as were her arms and legs. The ripe thighs narrowed to small knees, which flared again to the fullness of her calves, narrowing again to small ankles that mounted tiny feet formed with perfect toes.

Had I even a single moment to ponder, I might have wondered how Her Ladyship arrived here unclothed, in the full flower of her primal beauty. Had I another moment, I might have ravished kisses over every soft contour, seeking to awaken this erotic sleeping beauty. But I had but only the briefest of moments to observe this scene, and to note that the lovely bosom lay still and did not heave with breathing. Alarmed, I made sure... indeed, Her Ladyship had not the breath of life! Oh, the worst of disasters had befallen!

Though lacking breath, Lady Arianna still possessed the warmth of life. I recalled a remedy once explained by an old oriental seaman: that if a victim were as though just drowned but still retained warmth, it is possible to breathe the breath of life back into the victim. I attempted the procedure as he explained, grasping Her Ladyship's head and nose and placing my own mouth upon her lovely lips. A fierce breath of air and the lovely breasts did heave. Another breath, and another!

At once, Her Ladyship coughed prodigiously, voiding the sea from her lungs as she rolled onto her side. I backed away to allow her room to recover. I was overjoyed! The lovely Lady was saved!

"Lady Arianna! You are alive!" I exclaimed.

The Lady, still coughing, cleared her throat again and turned her lovely face toward me, her large emerald green eyes open in wonderment.

"Mr. Gillingham?" she said, appearing dazed, glancing to and fro.

A broad smile broke out upon her face with the light of recognition.

"Mr. Gillingham! What has happened? What is this place?"

She turned again, sitting up and resting on her elbows. As she did so, her enormous breasts fell forward, swinging pendulously with this movement, her pink nipples all aquiver. Small rivulets of sea water flowed down her breasts and over the tips of her nipples, dripping onto her round belly and running off back into the sea. Her breasts and nipples glistened again in the morning sunlight.

I was enraptured with the sight of Lady Arianna's magnificence, and felt the quick surge of my manhood swelling beneath my breeches. Though it would have been my strongest conscious wish to look away, as befitting a gentleman, the entire incident transpired so suddenly, and it was so unexpected to behold such a wondrous sight as Her Ladyship, Arianna Chesterleigh, upon this beach in all her nude perfection.

But in that briefest of moments, I failed to avert my eyes and thus became undone. Her Ladyship followed my eyes with her own, and suddenly realized her own nakedness. The smile vanished from her countenance, replaced by one of terror and humiliation. Her mouth opened broadly and a piercing scream issued forth. Lady Arianna scrambled backwards away from me, her arms flailing desperately to cover herself and escape.

"You brute! You filthy beast!" she shouted, as my heart broke into a thousand shards.

"What were you intending, you cad! Stay back!" she exclaimed, retreating away, body curled over, one hand concealing the perfect breasts, the other covering her nether regions. I finally recovered my own senses, forcing my eyes to look away from her fabulous form.

"Oh, Your Ladyship, my deepest regrets, my infinite apologies! Please! Just a moment to explain....." said I, staring downwardly at the sand and away from Lady Arianna. But upon hearing the sound of receding footfalls and sad whimpering, I glanced back and saw Her Ladyship bolting for the nearby trees.

Even in her terror she made an astonishing sight, and even in my fathomless regret I could scarce restrain a gawk at her: how the full expanse of her wide bottom tapered incredibly into the tiny waist, and flared outwardly again onto her soft back, a figure not unlike the hourglass of the H.M.S. Delight; how her thick thighs extended forward with each step; the manner in which her voluminous breasts rose and fell heavily with each stride, her arms swinging high in the manner of women running, and how the bouncing of her enormous breasts could be seen even from behind.

It was as a dream to observe Her Ladyship in motion. In a moment, she vanished into the bush, leaving me alone, dumbfounded on the beach. Collecting my wits, I determined that it was still morning, perhaps an hour since being swept off the Delight. Looking along the beach, a number of objects from the ship had been washed ashore. I espied some dining utensils and a large knife and certain other metal tools. Indeed, the Delight must have passed very close to shore when we were thrown overboard, since such objects would otherwise have sunk to the sea bottom. These items would prove useful to us as castaways.

In a moment, I discovered an item I was hoping to find: a small cloth of soft linen that might have been a tablecloth. It appeared to be about three feet by five -- quite small, but perhaps useful as a covering for Her Ladyship. I rinsed the sand from the cloth and quickly snatched the other objects, intending to soon conduct a thorough search and inventory of any other items from the ship.

I advanced toward the bush where Her Ladyship was last seen, taking care to avert my eyes toward the ground. I spoke the following words:

"Your Ladyship, my heart is filled with the bitterest regret. Words cannot express the depth of my sincerest apologies. I understand not what has transpired or how you arrived on this Isle in such a manner, but you surely arrived as I had found you only a moment ago. Trust that I would gladly tear out my own eyes rather than cause you such consternation. You can believe that I will guard your honor and virtue upon this Isle with my very life!

"I have discovered a small cloth along the shore which I shall hang on this shrub. Perhaps you could fashion a covering of sorts? My sorrow and regret are bottomless, Your Ladyship, for we are cast away onto this Isle and I have no suitable garments to offer you. I will conduct a brief search of these surroundings in the hopes of discovering some food. I will return quickly so that we might contemplate our situation."

Her Ladyship did not answer, though I nevertheless heard the muted sound of her restrained sobbing from the bush.

"Be well, Your Ladyship, I vow to care for you in this time of distress!"

Laying the cloth onto the shrub so that it might dry in the sun, I headed into the bush in a different direction from Her Ladyship. I was pleased to immediately find a clear running stream that would offer an unlimited supply of fresh water. There was no evidence that this Isle had ever been inhabited or even visited by Man.

The Isle appeared small but abundantly furnished with plants, though no animal life could be seen, other than some common sea birds. A number of edible nuts and berries were soon found, and no doubt roots could be discovered. I gathered as much as could be carried in my arms, as I had no shirt to use as a sack. Being shoeless, I had no other garment of my own, save my breeches, which were quite tattered from long use and the trials of the storm.

By and by, I discovered a large patch of melons of a prodigious size. They were pinkish-white in color and having a darker pink ring with a round protrusion along the bottom. As I inspected the fruit, I had to laugh out loud. These melons had every appearance of a woman's breast, and the pink ring resembled a nipple! I placed two side-by-side and chuckled that they looked like a big pair of teats! I added one of these melons to my collection and retraced my footsteps back to the beach.

Aboard the H.M.S Delight

I, William Gillingham, was earning passage to Australia aboard the H.M.S. Delight as a ship's hand. It was my seventh year at sea, having run away at age 13 from my father's farm in Virginia to seek adventure and fortune. Though fortune remained elusive, my adventures had taken me all around the world, serving aboard any ship that would have me.

En route, at a colonial possession, the Delight acquired a passenger... Lady Arianna Chesterleigh and her entourage. There had been no delight upon that miserable vessel until Lady Arianna's arrival. I'll always remember my first sighting of her, as she gazed out to the sea, wearing a hooped skirt that reached the deck, sleeves that extended to her delicate wrists, collar modestly buttoned to the top of her neck, a thick mane of sandy brown hair scooped atop her lovely head, with a parasol over one shoulder, held by a white-gloved hand.

Seen from behind, I first marveled at the narrow taper of her tiny waist, accentuated by the wide flare of her large hips. I believed she must have been agonizing in an over-tight corset. I could have never imagined that these unlikely proportions were her actual figure.

My heart melted as Her Ladyship turned her gaze from the sea towards myself. Her full red lips parted to reveal two rows of straight, white teeth, lips spread into a warm smile. She turned a shoulder to face me, presenting the full profile of her voluminous bosom, which projected far forward and occupied nearly the entire extent of her torso, down nearly to her waist.

Her Ladyship spoke a word to one of her bodyguards, who beckoned me to approach. The guard inquired of my name and subsequently introduced me to Her Ladyship.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Gillingham," spoke the good Lady, with perfect enunciation of the Queen's English, a sweet, demure smile curling at the corners of her lips, and her eyes dancing with an ethereal light as they looked up into my own.

"N-no Your Ladyship, the pleasure is strictly my own," I stammered, awestruck by Lady Arianna's beauty, entranced by her large emerald green eyes. I could scarce keep my wits in her enchanting presence.

Naturally, I was not the only hand aboard to observe Her Ladyship. The men spoke of her constantly below deck in the coarse manner of sailors, but managed to retain their civility in her presence. The lone fool that made a single bawdy remark within her hearing was given the lash, and learned to hold his tongue thereafter.

Her Ladyship required an entourage of six guards that maintained three watches over her at all times, lest any of the motley crew approach too closely. I imagine the guards were instructed to also watch each other while in her presence, such were the thoughts that the beautiful Lady inspired in the lustful hearts of men. Her Ladyship seemed more a prisoner aboard the Delight than an honored guest.

The story circulated that Lady Arianna was en route to a remote Pacific island, betrothed to the governor of that colony, a bald, fat, old boffin of over 60 years. None could comprehend how Her Ladyship's father, Lord Chesterleigh, could have arranged such a miserable union for his vivacious seventeen-year-old daughter. Surely this precious gem should be the trophy of the Empire, properly the consort of a prince, the toast of London society, rather than an exile to a remote bastion as a mere bauble for a bloated old cretin more than thrice her years.

Her Ladyship asked the captain to provide a tour of the ship, and specifically requested me as her guide! I was tremulous at the prospect. I had known only but a few women in my day. There was that roll in the hay with the village trollop back home, with whom all the other boys also had a turn. Then there were a number of native whores in the various ports we would visit. But I had never in all my days even approached the presence of such a woman of quality as Lady Arianna. Her face alone was the most beautiful I had ever beheld, but the charms of her form were even more bewitching. I had long admired ample-bosomed women, but Lady Arianna far and away had the most bountiful bosom I had ever observed, nay, even imagined.

Shaving and combing my hair, donning my best shirt, I made every effort to appear presentable to Her Ladyship. I shook and stuttered my way through the tour, and Her Ladyship seemed very aware of and quite amused by my agitated demeanor. She asked me a number of specific questions, which I managed to answer intelligently as long as I did not stare too deeply into the sea of her sparkling green eyes.

The tour concluded, Her Ladyship asked the captain if I would provide her further instruction in the arts of seamanship. Over the passing days and weeks, I provided lessons on the operation of the ship and the sails, explaining every aspect of life aboard ship. Her Ladyship seemed truly fascinated, frequently interrupting to ask thoughtful and probing questions on all points. She particularly displayed an enthusiasm for the sailor's knots, and quickly mastered a great number.

A woman of intelligence in addition to grace and beauty... Lady Arianna Chesterleigh was truly the solitary delight aboard the H.M.S. Delight. Each moment spent in her presence was a treasure of incalculable price. I grew more assured in her company, and we came to speak casually, even familiarly, to one another, and frequently exchanged laughter together.

Soon, it became my primary duty to be Lady Arianna's tutor and daily companion. And also the guards, of course, our constant, unwavering chaperones. The guards maintained withering scowls upon me at all times, well appreciating that, for reasons beyond anyone's reckoning, Her Ladyship had taken a fancy to me, and they thus scorned my good fortune.

Each night, as Her Ladyship dined with the captain and his officers, I crawled below deck to endure the abuse heaped upon me by my envious shipmates. I engaged in nightly altercations, defending Her Ladyship's honor from the crude, boorish suggestions of these scurvy sea rats.

Alone in my hammock each night, my thoughts dwelt on nothing but the lovely Lady Arianna. Though I had acquired a considerable affection for Her Ladyship, I knew well that such notions were doomed to failure. Even if she were not en route to become the wife of a lord, I had nothing to offer the daughter of a wealthy nobleman, wretched ship hand as I was, and from a penniless American family at that. Lady Arianna and I lived as it were in different worlds. Though her green eyes and swollen breasts inhabited my every thought, waking and sleeping, it was never to be. Lady Arianna must forever remain the unattainable perfect woman of my dreams.

That last night, the storm arose during morning watch. The first mate selected me to brave the storm and secure the riggings.

"Ye've not been pullin' yer weight," said he, "keeping company as you are with our passenger!"

Roused roughly from sleep, I was sent upon deck barefoot and shirtless. The sea was all in a rage. Huge ocean swells towered over the ship's masts on every side. The wind howled fiercely as the ship rocked this way and that. Tools and barrels carelessly left unsecured slid from one end of the deck to the other. I labored hard against the wind and waves, more often than not hanging on for life.

Suddenly, the ship's doors swung opened and out burst Lady Arianna! She gazed around at the enormous swells surrounding the ship, and a look of stunned horror passed over her lovely face.

" Your Ladyship, you must get back inside!" I bellowed over the wind, not sure whether to manhandle her and carry her back myself. But in that moment, the ship pitched abruptly as a mighty surge crashed across the deck. Swept overboard, I thrashed furiously to obtain the surface. I swam for what seemed as days, to the extent of my endurance, and suddenly discovered myself ashore upon this Isle, the dark storm abruptly ended, the morning sun shining brightly, and the nude form of Lady Arianna lying in the shallow water nearby.

Back on the Beach

I returned to the beach with the fruits of the Isle, the nuts and berries and the remarkable breast fruit. I noted the cloth was removed from where it had been hung on the bush.

"Your Ladyship," I cried, "I have returned with some victuals!"

No reply was heard. Clearing a space on the shore grass, in the shade of a tree, I gathered the implements found on the beach, including a galley knife and some utensils. A pair of broad leaves provided makeshift plates. I prepared my best place setting for our breakfast, distributing the nuts and berries, and cutting the melons into small pieces, lest the sight of them offend Her Ladyship's virtue once again.

"Your Ladyship," I called, "breakfast is served!"

Again, no reply.

"Your Ladyship, please respond! If you do not, I shall have to search the bush for you to insure your safety and well-being."

"I am here, Mr. Gillingham," spoke Lady Arianna glumly, "and I am well."

"I am gratified by this report! But if you please, good Lady," said I, "you must take some nourishment. You must keep up your strength if we are to endure this trial."

There was no sound for a moment, and then a rustle in the bush could be heard. The bush parted and Lady Arianna stepped through, eyes downcast. The linen cloth was secured around her person, with two corners joined upon her right shoulder, with the opposite end tucked under her left arm. The two remaining corners were secured about her thigh, so that the fold of the cloth ran along her left side, from her armpit nearly to her knees. I smiled to myself, noting that the corners were fastened with knots which I had taught Her Ladyship aboard the Delight.

Her right side, fastened only at the corners, was nearly open, exposing the right of her breast, waist, hip and thigh. The good Lady assiduously avoided revealing that side, proffering instead her fully covered left side. Her hair still swept up primly upon her head, Lady Arianna made every effort under the circumstance to effect modesty and decorum.

This makeshift "gown" appeared more like a sack than a garment. Had it been worn by anyone else, the sight would have been ridiculous. But Lady Arianna was such a picture of female pulchritude that anything she wore would appear radiantly feminine and beautiful. And so it was with the ill-fitting cloth. Though it concealed flesh, it revealed every curved line of Her Ladyship's form, the thin fabric failing to hide any detail thereunder.

Lady Arianna slowly strode from the bush wearing this gown, eyes downcast, appearing utterly forlorn.

"I feel foolish to show myself in this... this... tablecloth," she spoke, a disdainful tone in her voice.

"To the contrary, Your Ladyship," said I, jumping up to attend her, attempting to lighten her dark mood.

"You appear as though garbed in the tunic of a woman of Greece and Rome, a lady of classical culture and refinement."

She looked up at me, her green eyes furrowed into a scowl.

"I apologize again, Your Ladyship, for such presumption. I simply wish to find good cheer amidst our plight. Please join me for breakfast."

Lady Arianna sat onto the grass, taking great care to tuck her shapely calves and feet so as to conceal these charms. The cloth was drawn securely over her form, inhibiting her movement as she attempted to sit. Her breasts especially were restrained by the thin fabric. The pink color of her areoles could easily be seen therethrough, and her nipples protruded softly through the sheer cloth. However, the Lady hunched herself over, attempting to deny me any further views of her sensual shape.

Though she appeared quite angry with me, her eyes avoiding contact with my own, Her Ladyship endured my company, though the breakfast passed quietly with few words being spoken. I wished to broach the subject of that morning on the beach, and profusely apologize yet again, but Lady Arianna appeared to be in a very dark mood, and the time for such a discussion seemed most inopportune.

I partook of the breast fruit, delighted at its sweet savor. Though it tasted of melon, it somehow had a milky, creamy flavor. Each bite wrought changes in my person. I felt my heart begin to pound, and a sweat broke out upon my brow as a general sense of excitement came over me.

I glanced at Lady Arianna, who was also partaking of the breast fruit. She appeared to have similar manifestations. Her breathing increased, as she seemed to enjoy the fruit thoroughly. Her head and shoulders slightly swaying, her eyes closed, Her Ladyship engulfed large bites of the melon fruit, murmuring and groaning ecstatically as she chewed.

Though these table manners were perhaps not very ladylike, watching her consume the melon was a profound thrill! I found myself taking large bites of my own, which further raised the level of my own sensation. My mind felt giddy, as though seeing these events through an addled haze. The remarkable breast fruit was having a profound effect on us both.

Lady Arianna seemed as though transported, unaware that I was watching her. Her head rolled to one side as she savored the fruit, grasping it with both hands. She extended her tongue, caressing the fruit therewith, her breathing in short gasps.

And then... did my eyes deceive me? Lady Arianna inhaled deeply, and it seemed as though her breasts became larger! The supple roundness therein widened in diameter, making the soft flesh to jiggle. The curved voluptuous lines became more defined and evident as her breasts fully filled out the front of her garment. Entranced by the fruit, Her Ladyship shifted and rolled her body, her heavy teats swaying to one side, then the other, swinging along back and forth with each seductive motion.

Drawing another gasping breath, her sensuous globes inflated again as twin balloons, her nipples pressing firmly against the sheer cloth, as the volume of her breasts under the fabric again swelled. The perfect round spheres appeared to flatten under her garment, becoming oblate, expanding toward the top, bottom and sides, inhibited by the restraints of her makeshift gown. Lady Arianna arched her back and tossed back her head, projecting her bosom forward for me to see. She mashed the fruit to her mouth, sending her enlarged teats bouncing heavily.

Drawing still another deep labored breath, the gather lines where her gown restrained the wondrous orbs thereunder grew visibly taut, as a drumhead. Lady Arianna's gigantic breasts were now held quivering beneath the strained cloth, and no longer swagged with each subtle motion. Stressed as it was, the sheer fabric became nearly transparent, revealing every lineament and contour of the exquisite mountains of soft flesh, which she presented to me in an unhindered view.

Changes were visibly wrought in Lady Arianna's luscious nipples, which enlarged to perhaps the size of a cherry, and now protruded prominently. The pink color of her soft areoles was now evident, appearing as though flushed through the sheer linen, as the Lady swayed and moaned, as though in her own solitary place.

My own manhood swelled from observing this wondrous transformation in Her Ladyship's body and demeanor. But my cock did not merely grow hard, but felt considerably increased in length and girth. It felt as though a tree trunk were sprouting from my loins. I feared it would burst through the worn cloth of my tattered breeches, or even burst open itself! I turned to the side, lest Her Ladyship notice and again fear for her virtue.

But Lady Arianna paid me no heed, for she was enraptured. Her hips swayed, as she cupped the melon slice against her inclined face with both hands as she devoured the fruit. Her agitation was quite profound, as was my own, and then....

"Oooooohhhh!"

Lady Arianna cast back her head again with this utterance of pleasure. And then, as a cord snapping, she was suddenly drawn back from her reverie to this world. Her Ladyship stared at me full in the face, her lovely green eyes widened in a startled expression, and just as suddenly, she looked askant, dropping the fruit into the grass.

Still looking away, Lady Arianna fumbled and fidgeted nervously at the corners and edges of her gown, as though attempting to find room for her newly-enlarged proportions. I gazed at her enthralled, as each tug on her garment released tension, thus sending her breasts in motion again, swinging this way and that, sending thrills up and down the shaft of my cock. It required all my self-restraint to preserve my vow to respect her honor.

Clearing her throat, wishing to deflate the erotic tension that now hung heavily between us, the Lady spoke cheerily.

"This is certainly a fine meal you prepared, Mr. Gillingham," attempting in vain to recover her composure, a deep flush rising to her face. I smiled broadly, greatly amused at Her Ladyship's discomfiture.

"I'm gratified that it pleases you, Your Ladyship," I spoke teasingly.

She shot me a glance that I found inscrutable, a mixture perhaps of irritation and amusement. Not certain how to interpret this conflicting message, I looked away, electing to allow the moment to pass. We sat together awkwardly for a moment, her voluptuous breasts straining against the tight fabric of her gown with each heavy breath, and my own engorged manhood fully erect.

After a time, our mutual breathing slowed, and the tension in my loins began to relax. However, as I noted through furtive glances, Her Ladyship's breasts remained swollen, and seemed to have grown even larger. Perhaps the effects of the breast fruit were not as yet complete?

With composure regained, Her Ladyship spoke first, as though to avoid discussing this incident.

"Mr. Gillingham, when I first awoke on the shore, you said to me, 'Lady Arianna, you are alive!' What did you mean by that?"

I explained that I had found her on the beach only a moment after arriving there myself, and that she had not any of the breath of life. I then explained the procedure that imparted breath to her, enabling her recovery though being as one drowned.

"You placed your mouth upon my own?" she exclaimed, in a tone of outrage and resentment.

"That I did, good Lady. I feared you would perish otherwise. As a result, you coughed up the sea and recovered."

Her Ladyship sat and fumed. Perhaps the method was unorthodox and even unbecoming, but it was nevertheless effective in saving her life. However, it seemed as though Lady Arianna thought very little of being rescued, either by me or the manner of the rescue.

"This isn't going at all as I might have hoped," she complained. I wondered at that remark. "Hoped"? For what could she possibly have hoped?

I imagined that this trial was weighing heavily upon Lady Arianna. She displayed toward me none of her former amiability, which she had shown daily aboard ship for several weeks' time. Yet she was understandably distraught. Here she was, a seventeen-year-old girl, cast away from all she has ever known, far from all family and friends, removed from civilization and the company of nobility, and stranded alone on an island with a common ship hand, without even a proper garment for covering. My heart was moved with compassion for Her Ladyship, wishing only to relieve her considerable distress.

"Mr. Gillingham," she said, "do you think we will soon be rescued from this Isle?"

"Oh yes, good Lady," I replied, "I'm certain the Delight is returning even as we speak, and will arrive by midday."

"Is this your wish also?" she inquired.

"Most certainly, Your Ladyship," I lied. I would wish for nothing more than to be alone on this Isle forevermore with Lady Arianna and her expanding breasts. Yet as a gentleman, her needs and wishes must be placed ahead of my own, especially during this crisis.

In this manner, I attempted to console Her Ladyship. I was certain that she desired nothing more than a return to the comforts of civilization and to resume her voyage to her husband-to-be. I was thus very alarmed by her response.

"Well then, good day to you, Mr. Gillingham," she said, rising. Then she turned on her heel and stalked off again toward the bush, her breasts bouncing heavily with each quick step.

"Your Ladyship!" I called, but was at a loss for words. Though our situation appeared dire, Lady Arianna's life was saved and I had made great efforts to provide her what little comfort that could be obtained on this deserted Isle. Though understandably distraught, all Her Ladyship could do was heap continual scorn. Ah, the ways of women! What man could fathom them?

Surely the earlier incident on the beach was most humiliating to the chaste, virtuous maiden. What could I ever do to atone for gazing upon the exposed charms of the noble Lady? No doubt my carelessness and lust had garnered Her Ladyship's unending hatred.

But even if my own secret desires were not entirely honorable, there remained a practical consideration. If the Delight were to return and find Lady Arianna in this state, I would most assuredly be drawn and quartered, the flesh flayed from my bones. Indeed, a daughter of English nobility is not to be trifled with, especially by an impoverished American, working off passage aboard ship. I determined to abandon my base impulses and instead become Her Ladyship's devoted servant, and thus provide her with no further cause for reproach.

"Your Ladyship," I called off to the bush, "I apologize yet again for contributing to your dismay. I vow to be the guardian of your virtue upon this Isle, and will be the unwavering defender of your chastity. Please rest assured that I will labor tirelessly in your service and provide you with every comfort this Isle may afford. I am now off and will return to serve you your midday meal."

I waited a moment to hear a reply, but none was forthcoming. Only the sound of more sobbing was heard from the bush. As I turned to go, the good Lady finally spoke, summoning all her noble bearing.

"Mr. Gillingham," said she, from the bush, "thank you for your kind service. When you return at midday, it will be I that will prepare our meal. We are in this trial together and must assist one another."

"Thank you dear Lady, many thanks to you," I cried. Greatly cheered by this promising reply, I set off into the bush, seeking any resources that could be obtained in Her Ladyship's service.

I determined to first fashion a proper bed for Her Ladyship, lest the lovely one need sleep upon the open ground. I discovered a stand of a bamboo-like growth, with several suitable lengths of seasoned wood lying about. Using the saw and axe discovered on the beach, I cut several lengths of the bamboo, and lashed them together with a vine found growing nearby. In this manner, I fashioned a large bed frame for Her Ladyship, large enough for a queen.

But in my heart of hearts, I held out a hope that a day would someday come when the noble Lady might forgive today's indiscretions, and that perhaps, after the passage of many months of lonely solitude upon this Isle, she might even condescend to share this, her bed, with a lowly commoner such as me.

I located the bed in a small nested glade in a shady grove, underneath a large cleft in a rock face along a hillside, not far from the creek. I hoped this would make an acceptable apartment for Her Ladyship, as the cleft would provide shelter from the elements until a more suitable structure could be erected. I filled the bed with clean, dry leaves of a sufficient quantity to provide a soft layer upon which Her Ladyship could rest.

The morning passed quickly while engaged in these pursuits, and midday approached. I used the remaining time to fashion a comb so that Her Ladyship might groom her hair. I split a piece of bamboo and used the saw to cut perpendicular grooves for teeth. Then I abraded the edges so that no sharp burrs remained that would snag Her Ladyship's lovely locks. This work completed, I set out again for the beach.

The Midday Meal

My heart beat powerfully at the thought of soon seeing Her Ladyship once again. Upon returning to the beach, I sighted the setting for our dinner, in the place where we had had our breakfast. However, Lady Arianna was not to be seen. A wave of concern swept over me.

I called out, "Your Ladyship!"

No reply. I called again, frantically, "Lady Arianna! Please reply!"

"In a moment, Mr. Gillingham," called back the good Lady, her voice far off in the distance. A palpable sense of relief washed over me. I realized that I could not endure the thought of her ever leaving my presence while on this Isle of unknowns.

I sat down at my place at our makeshift "dinner table." Her Ladyship had set a wonderful table, considering our circumstances. Palm fronds had been laid decoratively across the grass as a "tablecloth," with various fruits, nuts and berries, including several types I had not discovered on my earlier expedition. The utensils from the Delight were set at their proper places, and several floral decorations were placed about. A large pile of something was hidden out of sight, under some leaves. I did not see any of the remarkable melons from breakfast.

After a short time, I heard a rustle in the bush. Looking up with a thrill, I expected to again see the lovely Lady. But I was in no way prepared for the sight that greeted my eyes.

The bush parted, and a goddess emerged. This vision resembled Lady Arianna, only so much more so, in every respect. The lovely face and green eyes were the same, only more radiant, if this could somehow be possible. Her eyes appeared darker around the lashes, and the color of her cheeks, eyelids and lips somehow seemed even more pronounced. As our eyes met, Lady Arianna smiled sweetly at me and blushed with a demure giggle.

Her Ladyship's long, sandy-colored hair was taken down from her head, and lay freely about her shoulders and down her back, with several long strands falling forward over her face. A fuscia flower was set in her hair, a further adornment of her loveliness. But her beautiful face and luxurious hair were not the only parts of her that engaged my rapt attention.

Her breasts had swollen to an enormous proportion since breakfast, and were a marvel to behold. Her shoulders were now bare, as the cloth now covered her at mid-bosom, exposing the wondrous cleave between these incredible pink orbs. Unable to comprehend their new size, I judged each creamy teat to be the size of the globe aboard the Delight, or perhaps a gallon jug. The great swell of her breasts emanated along either side, covering her bare arms and extending nearly to her hips.

Her Ladyship had redone her gown so that the length of the cloth now encircled her bosom, rather than the width as before. Nonetheless, the cloth remained unable to adequately restrain and conceal her abundant charms. As the cloth was about five feet in length, I judged that Lady Arianna's bosom was now at least that distance around, so that the circle around her breasts was around five feet! Her breasts were pinched tightly together by the fabric, and the flesh squeezed out over the top edge of the gown.

Her Ladyship's former gown was now nothing more than a bag for containing her gigantic teats. Lady Arianna's succulent nipples were plainly visible through the sheer cloth, protruding prominently not far below the top of her gown, and drawn close together thereby. The four corners of the cloth were gathered into one place with a single knot at her tiny waist, tightly securing her breasts from underneath and across the middle.

A short length of cloth extended prominently upward from the knot. An additional thrill swept through me as I recognized the knot as one of the ones I had taught Her Ladyship aboard the Delight. It was a "slippery" knot that could quickly and easily become undone. One short tug on that length of cloth, and the gown would drop away.

Only a small section of fabric remained to cover Her Ladyship below her breasts. The wide expanse of her hips was fully revealed, as were the entirety of the creamy thighs. The lower edge of the cloth failed to fully cover her sweet nethers, and the delights of her full, hairless venereal lips thereof could be seen peeking out thereunder. One could only imagine that Her Ladyship's exquisite backside was also revealed, if only she would turn about. However, her breasts were now so full and hung down so low that these themselves nearly provided a covering for her nether charms.

For all this description, there is still more! Her Ladyship wore a garland of flowers about her neck, such like the floral necklaces worn by the natives of the Sandwich Isles. The garland emanated from about her lovely neck, and followed the full creamy expanse of her shoulders, down upon her luscious breasts. The loop of flowers sunk into the deep valley between these perfect mounds, hanging over the rim of her gown.

Upon sighting Her Ladyship, I jumped to my feet, as befits a gentleman in the presence of a lady. She stood for a moment, looking up at me in a sultry manner through narrowed lids, a winsome smile gliding over her lips. Upon beholding this Venus, I could scarcely restrain the bulge forming anew within my breeches. Her Ladyship glanced down at it, and looked up again, her smile growing.

Dumbstruck, I stood stock still, not sure what to say or how to react to this unexpected development. It was clear that the breast fruit had produced a profound effect on Lady Arianna during my absence, and she was in no respect the same as I had last seen her at breakfast. Though I perfectly understood my own wanton desires, I was conflicted over this imponderable reversal in her demeanor, unsure how to proceed.

Perhaps there was more to her altered behavior than meets the eye? Perhaps her deportment was a temporary vagary resulting from the alteration of the fruit? Or perhaps she was addled or overcome from the shock of her ordeal? In any case, it would be unbecoming to indulge my base impulses and take advantage of the good Lady in this, her moment of plight. I therefore resolved to maintain my vow as a gentleman, lest become guilty of besmirching Her Ladyship's honor and virtue.

Lady Arianna produced another floral garland and stepped toward me, her tremendous teats bouncing and quivering with each gentle step. She placed the garland around my neck, momentarily resting her soft hands upon my shoulders. It was as though my shoulders were struck by twin lightning bolts at the gentle touch of Lady Arianna.

I understood the significance of this act, as the natives of the Sandwich Isles regard the placement of such a garland as a token of love! I was befuddled at this notion... she had displayed such scorn at our last meeting only short hours before. In any event, my manhood throbbed tightly against the buttons of the breeches, which I feared would pop off if the tension increased any further.

We stood for a moment, her hands upon my shoulders, her magnificent teats so close, and a warm, expectant smile across her lips. In my confusion, I must have gazed dumbfoundedly too long into that angelic face because Her Ladyship regarded me quizzically for a moment, and then sharply turned, sending her mighty breasts ajiggle once again. In that moment, I did catch a glimpse of her soft, round bottom, indeed half-exposed by the inadequate gown.

"Please sit down for dinner, Mr. Gillingham," she commanded somewhat imperiously, beautiful head held high, regaining her noble bearing.

I took my seat on the grass as she took hers. She chatted nonchalantly, as though nothing had transpired.

"There are some delightful fruits on this Isle," she chirped, "I'm sure we can survive here indefinitely, if need be!"

That prospect seemed an excellent one, and recovering my wits, I was greatly encouraged that Her Ladyship again displayed good will. I struggled to shake off the intoxicating presence of Lady Arianna and speak as normal, remarking as follows.

"Your Ladyship, begging your pardon, but I am not so certain that a rescue will be forthcoming. The Delight should have returned by now, if she meant to and were able. She might have gone under in the storm, or have been blown far beyond the point of return.

"Or rather..." I paused, hoping to not cause the good Lady grave concern, "...she might have deemed us lost at sea and resumed her voyage without conducting a search. We might be stranded here for a very long time."

"Very well then, good riddance to bad rubbish, I say!" she rejoindered.

I was quite startled at this reply. I could not imagine why Her Ladyship would prefer this primitive existence to all the trappings and comforts of civilized society.

Her Ladyship kneeled over our meal, placing various items on my plate and hers. As she milled about so, she leaned forward, offering me a clear view of her ample cleave, her distended breasts undulating from side to side with every casual movement. She chatted lightly while serving the food.

"Mr. Gillingham, you might like to know that I am quite relieved to be spared a death sentence with that fat old fool, the governor. Indeed, I would prefer to be tied to the ship's anchor and lowered into shark-infested waters than endure such a fate."

I chuckled, stunned by this blunt revelation.

"Dear Lady, I had no idea...."

"Oh, quite so, Mr. Gillingham. I've had quite enough of tea parties and parlour games, and all the neverending tedium of polite society. I've long craved adventure, to feel a bracing wind upon my face, rather than the stale, fetid air of my father's drawing room."

A smile came to my face at the delightful manner in which this lovely English rose enunciated "dror-ing room." Everything about the beautiful Lady delighted me. I was hopelessly smitten. The Lady held my heart in her delicate hand.

After setting my "plate," Lady Arianna turned to the large pile covered in leaves. From thereunder, she produced a large pair of the breast fruit melons. A shock of embarrassment passed through me, wondering what Her Ladyship might have thought upon discovering these. Did she discern that this fruit was the source of this morning's alterations? Would she now blame me for this occurrence and again question my honor and motives? Her next move was disarming. Kneeling and sitting back upon her feet, she grasped the melons. Cupping one from underneath in either hand, she held them in front of her own breasts, with the "nipples" of the melons facing forward.

"Mine are bigger," spoke Her Ladyship, the sultry smile again curling over her full, sensuous lips. And, indeed they were, for these breast fruits were merely the size of large honeydews, much smaller than the current immensity of her mammoth mams.

Clearly Lady Arianna did appreciate the nature of the fruit. Shocked by this brazen provocation, and once again at a loss for words, I feigned ignorance.

"P-pardon me, Your Ladyship? W-what do you mean?"

"Oh, each of these melons I discovered are much bigger than the one you found this morning," she chuckled, now thoroughly amused by my own discomfiture.

I was flabbergast at this titillating enticement, and strove in my mind to reconcile this turnabout with her earlier disparagements. Had she truly a change of heart? Or was she perhaps testing my resolve, or seeking to lay a charge against me in the event of the imminent return of the Delight? Or perhaps she was just teasing me in the manner of silly young girls? My tortured mind struggled to resolve these considerations against the mounting storm of lust. I strove to resist temptation and defend Lady Adrianna's chastity, as I had vowed.

Her Ladyship placed a melon on the table, leaning forward to again present her abundant cleave, and began to cut the melon into large slices. She cut the other melon as well. Apparently, she meant that we would eat both of these melons in their entirety. Given the effects produced this morning by a single melon, I shuddered to think of what two might represent, and how difficult it might be to maintain my vow under the heady influence of the fruit.

Placing the sections on our plates, Her Ladyship started nibbling the other fruits and nuts, leaving the melon sections. I followed this example, attempting to discern her intentions.

"Mr. Gillingham," she spoke, "I'm afraid I owe you an apology."

"Your Ladyship?" I replied, "How do you mean?"

"I've not properly thanked you for saving my life. I apologize for being so rude and snappish to you this morning. I was somewhat alarmed and disheartened to learn of your unorthodox method of rescue. I would have liked for our island experience to unfold in a different manner."

"You owe me no apology, Your Ladyship," I stated, "I am overjoyed that you remain hale and healthy. But I am puzzled... what do you mean by these cryptic remarks?"

Undeterred, she deflected my query and continued, "Moreover, I am grateful that you saved me from the confines of my former existence. That sea voyage was the highlight of my life, and I wished it would never end. Never have I learned such things or experienced such thrills as aboard that ship. In a manner, here on this Isle, with you and I alone together, the voyage need not ever end. I am indebted to you as my teacher.... and I look forward to your instruction in other matters as well."

At this further titillation, I coughed abruptly, having swallowed a bite of food down the wrong pipe. My cock swelled even larger in my pants with the implication of Her Ladyship's words.

"Are you well, Mr. Gillingham?" flirted Lady Arianna. "Perhaps it shall be my turn to perform that mouth rescue upon you!"

Vexed by this proposal as much as relishing the prospect, I intended to remind Her Ladyship of my vow as soon as my throat cleared. But at that point, she continued.

"Also, Mr. Gillingham, I'm afraid I left you with the wrong impression, that you were somehow to blame for my.... er... condition upon your discovering me on the shore."

At this, Lady Arianna paused, as though unsure how to proceed. Here was finally a suitable point of entry to this subject.

"Your Ladyship, a thousand apologies for that incident. I can offer no excuse for my conduct, and I...."

"Please, Mr. Gillingham," the Lady interrupted, "allow me to continue."

Another pause as Lady Arianna looked down, as though she were searching her thoughts for the right words.

"Yes, good Lady?" I urged, anxious to hear her tale.

Her Ladyship's Tale

"Aboard that ship, I could not move left or right without the accompaniment of my keepers, the accursed guard detail. My father intended that this garrison would keep me aboard ship and prevent me from running away at port, or even from throwing myself off the vessel in despair. He knew well of my loathing for the proposed union, and relished my sentence as that bloated fool's concubine-in-exile. Oh, how my father always sought to kill my dreams! He could not control me, you know, and feared I might bring disgrace upon his oh-so-noble house, especially upon my coming of age. So he contrived to send me away.

"That last night aboard, I woke when we encountered the storm. I dressed, lest an emergency arise and anyone should find me in my night clothes. The ship pitched to and fro in such a fearsome manner, I thought perhaps the adventurous life was not for me after all.

"In the midst of the tumult, I heard the guards speaking outside my door. They remarked that you, Mr. Gillingham, were being sent on deck alone to secure the riggings, and they gloated of your plight. I knew you were in great peril, and that this was to be punishment for your companionship of me during this otherwise lonely voyage. I could not bear that you might perish on my account. Besides, I wished to observe the raging fury of the storm, and if possible, provide you with some assistance.

"I opened my door, and my ubiquitous jailers were gone! This had never before transpired, even after voyaging halfway around the world. Seizing this opportunity, I stole out of my quarters, as the floor beneath rocked this way and that beneath my feet.

"I burst upon deck, astounded at the sight my eyes beheld! I had no idea that the sea was capable of such rage, or that the same could be endured by mere ships of wood. In that moment, I regretted leaving the security of my room, and wished I could return, though transfixed on that spot by a mingling of fear and awe.

"I heard your call over the wind, Mr. Gillingham. I wished to hug you close in a final embrace, but just then, the ship pitched sharply, and I found myself flung through the air and over the rail.

"Upon splashing into the sea, I was immersed and could not be sure of the direction to the surface. Somehow, I know not how, but my arms found an object in the water. I strained mightily to hold onto this object. It proved to be a barrel, a sealed one at that, so as to remain buoyant upon the surface. I hung onto that barrel for life and managed to keep my head above water."

Her Ladyship paused upon speaking these words, becoming demure once again, as though lacking the courage to continue her narrative. Lady Arianna reached for a piece of the breast fruit and handed me a piece from my own plate. We each partook of the enchanted fruit in silence. As the fruit's effect took hold, our hearts and breathing quickened, and the Lady's words filled with a vitality and boldness. She thereupon continued her tale.

"I might have endured the maelstrom with the barrel alone, but that confounded dress was soaked and pulled me under with each toss of the waves. I needed to be rid of the horrible thing, lest I perish. I snatched and tore at the cumbersome garment, managing to rip at the seams 'til the skirt came free, greatly relieving the task. I then tore away at the blouse with its sleeves and collar, liberating my upper limbs.

"I stripped off the chemise and the petticoats, then the bloomers and corset came free, and finally the bodice, and all the other burdens of modern womanhood. These entrapments resisted my efforts, and it was as though I struggled forever to shred and rend them for my survival.

"Like a she-lion, I tore away at these manacles of civilized culture. In a frenzied rage, I preserved my existence at the expense of these tatters of cloth. With each shred, each rip, my burden became lighter. I felt as though I would die anyway in the storm, but at least it would be as a free woman."

My eyes remained fixed upon Lady Arianna as she wove her provocative tale, gazing dreamily away as she spoke, inebriated with the effects of the fruit. She paused to greedily engulf another portion of the breast melon, and I devoured mine. The potent fruit addled my head as the Lady's story took an ever-livelier turn.

"Once the last shreds were cast off, I was extricated from my bonds! I did experience a great liberation in my nudity amidst the surf! The tropic sea was warm against my bare flesh, and waves which a moment before had lashed me, drawing me to certain doom, now caressed me. The flow of the currents against my skin was exhilarating. I enjoyed a freedom of movement as I had never known. I could spread my limbs wide and bend my form as never before!"

Again my heart pounded violently at these words, vividly envisioning this scene while gaping at Lady Arianna's magnificent breasts, tethered beneath that thin cloth, the effects of the remarkable fruit now taking full hold on us both. The bulge in my breeches grew ever longer and harder, if this could be possible, and the flesh stretched so greatly that I feared it would indeed burst. Finishing my own fruit and tossing away the rind, I grabbed another and handed one to the Lady. We consumed these as she proceeded.

"I was as a mermaid, as though the sheer expanse of the ocean were my home! Only that barrel remained as the last vestige of civilization, but I clung to it closely. I was finally alive, very alive, for the first time, and wished to have more such experiences! I did not wish to have my life end in the midst of these waves! But alas, hope against hope, the barrel was finally pulled from my grasp by the mighty surf. I felt myself sink into the dark abyss, but with the sensation of freedom along every stretch of my skin.....

"It might have been a minute or a decade, I know not, but the next thing I recall is the blue sky overhead and your face gazing down into mine from above. In that dazed moment, I had forgotten my nude frolic amidst the waves, and believed we were still back aboard the Delight.

"My head still aswim, upon realizing my, um... state, I lashed out at you, Mr. Gillingham, my hero, my protector, who had saved me from certain doom! I later recovered my wits while you fetched breakfast, but I was so ashamed and confused by this whirlwind of circumstances, wishing the outcome had been different, not sure how to properly broach such matters and to express my gratitude. I'm afraid I handled it all very poorly. And for these things, I deeply apologize."

"Oh, My Lady," said I, not "Your Ladyship," "no such apologies are in order. I can quite appreciate how a virtuous maiden such as yourself might feel alarm and regret in the wake of such an... uh...."

Words failed me again, for I knew not how to respectfully close the sentence. But the quick-tongued Lady jumped back in to fill the pause.

"Unveiling? Perhaps so, Mr. Gillingham. Indeed, the habits of a lifetime are not broken in an hour. However, I have learned a great many things since this morning. This simple tablecloth, though quite foolish as a garment, has also taught me freedom."

At this, My Lady rolled onto her full bottom, and stretched forth her plump legs. Placing them together, she pointed her toes forward in my direction, reaching across our humble dinner table. Reaching her arms forward, she slowly stroked her thighs with her hands. Her fine toes extended, she buried them in the grass beside me, and wiggled them playfully. These supple movements again sent her breasts into pendulous motion, swinging heavily from one side of the other. I gulped again, aroused to an even higher level by the close proximity of the bare flesh of the Lady.

"All these layers of a civilized woman's clothing are as a noose. It is a wonderful sensation to feel sand between my toes, and have my skin kissed by the sun. I would that all modern women could learn these lessons. Modesty may be becoming a lady, but perhaps we could do with less. In this, the natives colonized by the Empire could become our schoolmasters, as their naked women hold a secret that is unknown amongst the civilized."

My heart pounding as a hammer, I was nearly crazed by Lady Arianna's words and actions. The luscious limbs were so near, as though beckoning my touch. And those enormous globes of softest flesh were well within my reach, barely concealed by the overstretched cloth. If I were to but reach out and tug on the loose end of that knot, they would spill forward, and the abundant delights of her charms would be revealed. But to what end? Would the Lady willingly oblige or would she recoil again at any such an advance? I dared not chance it and risk losing my honor forever.

My Lady stared at me expectantly for a long moment and then turned away, sighing, withdrawing her plump limbs and casting back at me a sidelong glance, as though I were the most obtuse dullard she had ever encountered.

She reached for another melon portion, as did I. As we each took a bite, Lady Arianna held my eyes with an unbroken stare. She greedily engulfed the fruit and gasped as another sensuous wave washed over her. The fruit did make my head swim even more, and my desire for the voluptuous Lady overflowed, making war on my dwindling sense of honor.

The silence was as torment as I gazed fixedly into those emerald eyes. I was maddened by the raging desire to possess the voluptuous vision and tear the accursed tablecloth from her mammoth teats, and ravish her with hottest passion. But alas, instead, I looked away, and the spell was broken.

I moved feebly to speak a word of consolation, to half-heartedly remind Lady Arianna of my vow, but the voluble Lady had still more to say. Effecting her most noble bearing once again, she anticipated my thoughts and spoke thusly, with a sharp tone of deep sarcasm:

"Well, Mr. Gillingham, you certainly are a man of your word. You are indeed the epitome of a perfect gentleman, an exemplary specimen of the highest chivalrous honor, and most assuredly the stalwart protector of a Lady's virtue, being as you and I are here castaway, alone together in perfect seclusion upon this remote Isle.

"But if I might speak plainly, Mr. Gillingham, I should add that I am perhaps not the most virtuous maiden you might ever expect to meet. I must confess that I am quite fond of reading 'scandalous stories.' Back home, I had acquired a considerable collection of 'bawdy tales of the boudoir.' My father, upon discovering this affection, determined to send me away in exile, lest my fancy become common knowledge in his circles.

"My father knew that I yearned for such experiences as I read therein. He knew that I longed to be taken up by a handsome young rogue, that I ached to be deflowered in a torrent of wild passion, to have my virginity snatched away in a lustful frenzy. For this reason, he ordered the 24 hour watch by my captors, the hated guardians of my chastity. But when I met you, my dear Mr. Gillingham, I knew that I had finally found my handsome young rogue!"

"Um... M-my Lady...." I stammered, and again gulped hard, my own words failing me again, as My Lady shifted and stretched her arms upwardly behind her neck, running her fingers through her sandy locks, again sending her enormous breasts ajiggle with each subtle motion. I shifted uncomfortably, certain that I was failing to conceal the throbbing protrusion in the front of my breeches. The loquacious Lady Arianna carried on:

"I yearned for the voyage of the Delight to end in shipwreck, with you and I marooned alone on a deserted tropical isle. Essentially that part of my dream has transpired! But I held in my mind a more romantic scene than being discovered by you naked and senseless upon a remote shore. In my erotic fantasy, we came ashore together, following an adventure of survival, and after some polite pretensions, and a lengthy exchange of coy words, you would kiss me for the first time. You would then disrobe me, from my skirt to my bloomers, slowly stripping away from me those detestable layers of my chastity. In that manner would you reveal my nudity and uncover my secret charms for the first time."

My heart apounding and my head ascreaming, my last vestige of chivalrous valor failed at these, My Lady's final words:

"Though this part of my dream did not come to pass, who could have imagined such a compensation! To be alone with you here on a fantastical Isle full of enchanted fruit of erotic pleasure! A fruit to cause my bosom to overflow and to tingle with a heated desire for your impassioned embrace!"

My Queen

At these words, I could endure no more, vow or no vow. I now understood My Lady's earlier reticence and her bewildering remarks. I was now certain that, for whatever mystifying reason, I owned her heart as she owned mine, and that no loss of honor would befall if I took her, as we both gave to each other our mutual devotion. I would indeed possess this Lady, if even for an hour, even if it meant being skinned alive from the yardarm of the Delight. But I would not willingly relinquish this voluptuous vision, and would gladly fight every red-coated soldier in the entire Empire to keep her at my side.

I stood to approach the vivacious vixen, engorged manhood bulging forth, straining against the worn cloth of the tattered breeches. I looked upon My Lady, who extended her tiny hand daintily, bidding me to attend her as she arose. The soft touch of her hand again electrified, sending a thrill throughout my person. My Lady stood upright, the emerald jewels of her eyes gazing into my own, her voluminous bosom filling the space between us, her breasts heaving heavily with each labored breath, straining against that benighted tablecloth.

"Arianna," I whispered.

"William," she gasped in reply.

Ever so gently, I stroked My Lady's cheek with my fingertip, and cradled her lovely face in both my hands. Her eyes closed and her lips parted, as a light moan issued forth. My Lady seemed as limp as a rag doll, as though she would crumble to the ground if I released her.

Then, I inclined my face forward and gently placed a small kiss on those full ruby lips. Her emerald eyes opened again and scintillated with a sparkling light. My hands slid to her shoulders as I moved to kiss her again, but she rose up first to meet my lips with her own. Clasping now my own face in her soft hands, she slid her arms around my neck and wrapped my head with an unexpected force.

Her lips parted as her tongue lunged forth into my mouth, after the manner of the French. I returned this embrace with a vengeance, our tongues darting forth into each other's open mouths amidst heavy breaths. Arianna's swollen breasts were pressed firmly against my bare chest as I drew her close, and a fire was kindled therebetween as the heat of her nipples burned through the thin fabric. My engorged manhood throbbed against her soft belly, barely restrained by the tattered fabric of my breeches. My Lady groaned and whimpered through each heavy breath, our hands tousling frantically at each other�s hair.

My hands moved lower, circling down the Lady's back, along the impossible taper about her middle, and caressed the full, round softness of her bottom. After groping her for another frenzied moment, Arianna withdrew her mouth from mine and looked up, her sandy mane all amuss. A luminous glow radiating from her green eyes, her mouth slightly agape in wide wonder. She stared intently into mine own eyes, taking a half step backward so that I could observe her fully.

The wondrous fruit performed its enchantment as her breasts again began to swell. With each heavy breath she drew, Arianna's teats grew more enormous. Her gown swelled out from below, at the place where it undergirded her breasts, as though they were enormous twin wine sacks, filling from an unseen source. I gazed for a moment at this remarkable sight, as Arianna's teats grew wider and fuller, sagging ever lower, fully occupying the volume of her gown.

Arianna's eyes shut and her head rolled back again, and a gaspy moan escaped her lips, as the full throes of the melon's effect came upon her. Her massive breasts compressed within the gown, forced firmly together by the enclosed expansion. Quivering nipples flattened under the sheer linen, and only protruded from under the weary cloth by the force of their own swelling.

The cleave dividing Arianna's magnificent mounds lengthened, and the valley therebetween deepened as they compressed against one another, the soft orbs overflowing from the top of her gown. The billowing spheres expanded underneath, ever more tightly pinched by this restraint. Her nipples grew increasingly swollen, straining against the ever-taut linen, as though entreating to be released from this constraint.

In answer to this call, I reached over and grasped the loose end of the slippery knot. As I tugged thereon, My Lady's bound breast was drawn vertically upward, dragging along its twin orb, and a further tug sending the pair quivering again.... Another tug and the knot finally slipped. The cloth relaxed, and the makeshift gown was no more, falling away to the ground. Only then was the glorious bounty of Arianna's bosom finally exposed.

"My Lady!" I gasped, incredulous at the spectacular sight that my eyes beheld.

At last unshackled from their bonds, Arianna's breasts fell again, swinging down from their elevation and falling heavily, bouncing in unison, only to rise again and fall once more, her soft, jiggling spheres swinging pendulously to and fro, all ajiggle as their motion settled.

Arianna's luscious teats were now of staggeringly enormous proportions, each the size of large watermelons that hung down to the level of her hips. The exquisite creaminess of her breasts culminated with soft, pink nipples, now each the size of plums, set amidst smooth, translucent areoles, each larger than a saucer. Her floral garland sank deeply into the soft, white canyon between her mountainous breasts.

I reached out slowly, sliding my open hands along the sides of Arianna's mammary magnificence. Arianna's back arched again at this touch, her head once more rolling back, swirling her sandy mane, while another quiet moan escaped her lips. I gently stroked the pliant orbs, cupping them underneath. A sharp thrill struck us both as I glided my palms over Arianna's swollen nipples, I astounded at the smooth softness of her most tender flesh.

Each touch of Arianna's magnificent breasts sent a series of jolts coursing through my body, from my hands through down to my throbbing member. A gentle squeeze to her mounds of softest flesh brought forth another, louder groan from the lips of the lovely angel.

The blood surged mightily to the head of my cock as I clutched Arianna's breasts tightly to myself, her supple firmness yielding between my fingers, the heat of her tremendous nipples burning against my hairy, well-muscled chest. I wrapped an arm around her back, my hand spreading over the narrows of her middle, a mammoth breast pressed between my arm and chest.

With my other hand, I lifted the remaining breast free and drew the gigantic nipple toward my face. The voluminous teat glided fully upward against my chest, so large and having such an extent of movement that it seemed to have come free of its moorings. I rested the jiggling heap of soft flesh upon Arianna's delicate shoulder, and it filled the space between her face and my own.

I fondled and stroked the incredible mam with my hand, and nuzzled against the heat of the inflamed nipple with my face. As I fully supported Arianna under my arm, her knees buckled and her arms dangled limply at her sides, her round belly pressed firmly against my distended, engorged crotch. I might have thought that she had again lost her senses, but over and over, she gently called my name....

"William.... oh, William....."

"I am here, my sweet Lady," I replied. With that, I touched her soft, overripe nipple with my tongue, and she gasped again. I then caressed the impossible nipple with my tongue and lips, which brought forth louder groans. Arianna emitted another sharp gasp as I fully engulfed the heat of her distended nipple into my mouth. The great size and incredible softness of her incredible nipple caressed my tongue back as I suckled thereon. Arianna's groans grew louder and faster with the sucking of my lips and the circling of my tongue along her nipple. Her form tensed again and Arianna clutched my head with both arms, forcing my face powerfully into the deep charms of her bosom.

My other arm slid forth to move the other breast upward, alongside its twin. I gripped her tiny waist with both hands, pressing Arianna's breasts together between my biceps. Smashing my face into the deep ravine of the considerable cleft, I thought I might lose myself forever between those impossible mountains of creamy softness.

My Lady was now lifted off the ground as I pulled away my face from her velvet mounds. My mouth found the other enormous nipple and utterly enclosed it therewith, as my Arianna shrieked with ecstasy. My lips and tongue performed a symphony upon Arianna's breasts, passing over the great expanse from one nipple and to the other, evoking a melody of her groans.

Squeezing the pliant orbs even closer, I brought the bloated nipples together, and sucked them both fully into my mouth. Arianna shrieked once again and her body went limp once more, arms falling away from my head. The tremendous nipples barely both fit into my mouth, and I sucked them mightily to retain them therein, caressing them with my lips and tongue. I held My Lady thus for a time, she being utterly lost in the land of pleasure.

After I suckled her teats for a long while, Arianna pulled herself aright once again, pushing her arms against my shoulders, thus prying my mouth from the sweet taste of her exquisite nipples. Released from my mouth, her incredible mounds fell once again, bouncing and quivering as they reclaimed their proper places before her hips.

My Lady stared intently into my eyes, looking up through a narrow gaze, her sandy mane in a dishevel, a ravishing smile spread wide across her full lips. The sweet maiden that stood before me a short time before was replaced by this lusty wench... nay, this lustiest of wenches! She knew what she wanted next, and was not to be denied.

Arianna appeared as the she-lion... legs spaced in a crouch, her arms slightly elevated and fingers extended as though claws. Her body was tense, as though the lioness was about to pounce. Her eyes broke my gaze and examined my form up and down. Then she spotted her prey... the thick, throbbing bulge, straining against the inside of my pants.

She dropped to her knees before me, teats all abounce and aquiver, as her open hands hovered a moment about my middle. And then, in a flash, she snatched the front of my breeches with both hands and ripped them open. The buttons flew as the weary fabric gave way.

My engorged manhood was at last unleashed! The she-lion paused from her assault, and for a moment, became again the sweet maiden. Arianna's beautiful green eyes widened in awe and her lovely jaw dropped as she beheld the corpulent, pulsating shaft. I was quite awestruck myself, having no prior reckoning of the work of the wondrous melons upon my manhood.

The enormous phallus was more than a foot in length, and exceeding two inches in girth. Thick veins crossed the length and pulsed with each rapid heartbeat. The monstrous head was nearly the size of a lemon and a deep shade of red, the flesh engorged and overstrained. Swollen testicles the size of oranges hung down heavily from my groin. The great member stood erect as a mighty oak, throbbing, as My Lady gaped at it, her hands hovering over it.

"Oh.... oh, MY LORD!" spoke my lovely Arianna, and I knew at this moment she would forever be mine alone.

"M-my Lord... I-I had no idea.... I never knew... could not imagine!" stammered Arianna uncharacteristically, words failing her at last, she being completely engrossed by the enormity of my manhood.

Arianna touched it tentatively with one fingertip, recoiling momentarily as though frightened by the mighty organ. Then, more boldly, Arianna slid both her soft, cool hands onto its heat, and gently stroked the broad shaft. My entire body trembled and my knees quaked at My Lady's touch, tidal waves of pleasure surging forth from her fingertips. She fondled my member with her fingers and rubbed it with her palms, up and down and all around, her virginal eyes widened in the fascination of discovery.

Then she lightly grasped my cock in both hands and held its throbbing heat against the placid coolness of her soft cheek, embracing it gently. Rolling her face around from her cheek to her lips, she planted a small kiss on the engorged head, followed by a series of larger kisses. Her tongue extended, My Lady glided it over the head, under its hood and all around, evoking waves of pleasure. And suddenly, with no warning, the sweet, gentle maiden vanished and the lioness returned once again.

Arianna's mouth opened wide, and with a single great swallow, fully encompassed the tremendous cock. All repressed inhibition now finally released, My Lady was impelled by a storm of unfettered passion. Her head lashed up and down and all around over the enlarged member with a raging frenzy, her sandy hair flying every which way, as the strong shaft endured the great tempest of her erotic fury. It required all my power to remain standing under the violent bobbing of her head as she sucked hard upon my great cock.

"Mmmmm....MMMMMM! Oh.. *slurp*...Oh, My Lordship!" cried My Lady, between great sucks.

"MMMMM....My Lordship, your COCK! Your huge, gigantic COCK!!! Oh.... mmmmm....."

I startled at hearing this word! Surely My Lady did not learn this in the parlors of high society! Clearly, Arianna had already learned a great number of things from her program of bawdy reading!

"Mmmmmm... My Lordship, your mighty cock is the stuff of a virgin's wildest fantasies! MMMMMM... *suck*... *slurp*...."

Standing there, knees knocking, I thought My Lady would soon bring me to my peak, when suddenly, her head cast backwards, her mouth releasing its hold from the pulsating member. The lioness resumed her assault on the tattered breeches, grasping the open front and ripping it all the way to the crotch!

"My Lady!" I remonstrated, "What shall I have to wear?"

"The same as I, My Lord!" Arianna gloated. If My Lady had no option but to go about in the nude without a proper garment upon this magical Isle, then neither would I!

The frenzied lioness tore and shredded at my breeches, pulling apart the seams and rending the fabric with each furious tear, reducing them to a pile of rags. First one leg was freed and then the other, and after another furious moment, I was as naked as she.

My Lady flung herself forward, wrapping her arms around my middle, hands about my backside, and burying her lovely face fully into the heat of my crotch. At this I lost my footing and fell backwards into the grass, nearly landing atop our makeshift dinner table.

The lovely Lady laughed lustily at this falter, and the heat of passion was interrupted by that moment of shared mirth. I reached forward and drew the length of My Lady's soft body fully atop my own, again locking our mouths and grappling our tongues.

Arianna's enormous white teats were pressed firmly against my chest, flowing off to the sides, fully encompassing the breadth of my torso. My hand stroked and kneaded a supple breast, and fondled a delightfully huge nipple, as our tongues snaked in and out. My other hand held her close, caressing her smooth bottom, the hardness of my manhood pressed insistently against her soft belly. Our legs were intertwined, her soft bare feet brushing against mine, and my thigh rubbing the hot wetness of her nethers. We lay there, writhing against each other's forms, as we sucked upon each other's tongues.

Arianna finally withdrew and held her face above mine, the blue sky framing her lovely visage. She rested her elbows upon my shoulders, cradling my head in her hands. With a sweet but sensuous smile about her rosy lips, she spoke to me the following vow:

"My beloved Lord William, today is my wedding day, and you are my husband. I will be with you always and will devote my every moment to giving you pleasure, and will love you whole-heartedly, for the remainder of my days."

I vowed in return, "My lovely Lady Arianna, from the first moment my eyes beheld you, you have been the heart that beats inside me. I would be in no way worthy to have a wife as exquisite as you. If you will indeed have me, I will never leave your side and will fill my days with loving you and caring for you and satisfying you in every possible way, until my very last breath."

A look of wonderment scintillated across her eyes, and with that, my Arianna drew her lips again to mine. Another bomburst of passion ignited, as our tongues intertwined once again. My Arianna wiggled her hips over my form, sliding her nethers along my thigh, and caressing my manhood with her soft belly. In return, my shaft thrust back and forth across her belly, my thigh wetted by the stroking of her nethers.

My Lady moaned with each slight movement, and disengaging her lips, yelped with excitement. Arianna pulled away, resting her hands upon my shoulders, and straddling the heat of my throbbing manhood with the inflamed flowers between her legs. At this, her mammoth mams swung directly into my face, so that I beheld the swollen tips of her engorged nipples just above my eyes, jiggling at the ends of her swinging, creamy globes.

I grasped the great quivering masses and pressed them together, kneading them as dough, causing her enormous nipples to bulge forward. Arianna gyrated her hips, sliding her nether flowers over the thick trunk of my cock, as a renewed series of moans escaped her lips. The heat of her secrets mingled with mine, amplified by the tropical midday heat, as great beads of sweat formed upon us both. Again, I drew both the enormous nipples into my mouth, sucking prodigiously. And again, a shriek of delight issued from My Lady Arianna as I suckled her soft nipples, caressing them again and again with my lips and tongue.

"Oh... oh... oh William, My Lord! OOOOHHHH!" moaned Arianna as a cascade of pleasure shook her plump body.

"Oh William, I can wait no longer! Thrust in your mighty cock! Thrust it into my wet pussy!"

PUSSY!!! It would have never crossed my mind to use such a crass, common sailor's word to describe My Lady's wondrous secret charms! But to hear such bawdy talk from the lovely angel drove me to even greater heights of arousal, if that were even possible.

"Oh Arianna, you are truly magnificent!" I marveled.

I grasped My Lady and held her close, and gently rolled her over onto her back. As a man, it did not seem to right that such a tender virgin should be in any other position for her first time. And My Lady seemed to agree, as she gazed up at me with a look of awe pierced with the wild passion. As I embraced Arianna tightly, her tremendous breasts billowed forward over the tops of my arms, so as to rest between my face and hers.

"Please, My Lord William! Won't you please?" entreated My Lady Arianna, unable to wait even another moment.

Drawing back my hips, the tip of my engorged head planted itself into the soft wetness of Arianna's garden, bringing forth a shuddering moan. I hesistated, fearing this monster would cause her pain as it opened her treasure box. However, though starting gently, the enormous shaft glided into the well-watered furrow with surprising ease, as though My Lady's nether lips opened as a great mouth to swallow the member whole.

"EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!" screamed My Lady Arianna, grasping my buttocks with both hands to draw me closer within.

"OH...! OH MY...!! OH MY LORD WILLIAM!!!" panted My Lady, as I drew the shaft back and forth through the incredible moistness between her legs.

"OH MY LORD WILLIAM!!! EEEEEEEEEEEE!!!! FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARD!!! EEEEEEEEE!!!!" bellowed Arianna between piercing screams. I was astounded by such talk from the Lady, but further aroused by these erotic words, and by the tingling on my cock from her considerable hot wetness. I felt my cock swell to a new length and girth, as though the strained member would indeed burst within My Lady's sweet pussy.

Back and forth, harder and harder with each thrust did I rock the lovely Arianna, laid across the soft beach grass of our Isle, our sweat-smeared bodies entwined, the sound of the surf roaring in my ears, mingling with her moans and screams.

I held My Lady close as she rocked forth, the voluminous voluptuousness of her massive mams jiggling and bouncing, brushing against my face with each stroke. I placed my lips on an inflated nipple and sucked mightily thereupon, her body writhing underneath with each rhythmic thrust.

"OH WILLIAM! OH, MY TEATS!!! OH... FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! OH, MY LORD! MY KING!!! OOOOOOHHHHH!!!!!!

I rammed hard into my bride, and again and again, and felt Arianna's sweet pussy squeeze my thrusting cock as she let loose another scream. Another thrust, another squeeze and another scream, followed by another and another and another!

With each thrust, a raging storm was gathering in my cock, stroking the inside of her sweet pussy, and her sweet pussy stroking back upon the outside of my cock, stroking and stroking, building and building, and..... !!!!!!!!

Another deep thrust followed by an internal thunderclap, and a mighty torrent issued forth from the engorged member. My mouth came away from the lovely nipple as a labored grunt forced therefrom, followed by another, as my mighty rod was split from within by a flood of semen. Arianna held a sustainted scream as another powerful thrust planted my seed still deeper into her garden. Another great surge and another, as though the copious flow would not abate.

"OH!!! ARIANNA!!! MY QUEEN!!!

. . . . .

The great thrusts slowed as the flood did finally slake, and the stroking of my cock within My Queen's nethers became as the gentle waves in a storm's wake. Arianna relaxed, drawing limp in my arms, her tempestuous cries calming to a tranquil cooing. My newly-consummated bride stared up wide-eyed into my face, mouth agape in wonder, a satisfied smile tugging lightly at the corners of her luscious lips. I kissed those lips tenderly, she returning the kiss in kind, the torrential heat of our passion now becalmed to a warm, comforting afterglow.

I rested my body upon her pliant form and nestled my face into the soft pillows of her bosom. Rolling her gently over, I rested onto one side, cradling her head under my arm, the voluminous expanse of her lovely teats pressing in between us. We lay thus for a long while, listening to the roar of the surf, to the feeling each other's heartbeats.

Arianna slid a plump thigh over my own, causing my deflating cock to slightly withdraw from the well-watered flowers of her garden. She spoke thus....

"My strong and mighty King William... I... I had no idea that such was the manner of things between a man and woman!"

"Nor did I, my gorgeous and vivacious Queen Arianna," I replied, "Nor did I! The effects of these melons raise a new summit to the arts of coupling. Such few experiences as I have known, never have I been transported to such a place as have been done by you! I can only hope to have given to you a fraction of such delight."

"Oh, my dear William!" said she, "never in all my dreams could I have imagined such ecstasy. I wish for you to teach me more, my husband!"

"You require no instruction, O majestic one!" I chuckled. "Methinks you learned much from your scandalous readings! I rather think it is I who shall take instruction from you!"

My Queen smiled brightly and planted a gentle kiss upon my lips.

"I look forward to our next lesson, My King!" said she sweetly.

We lay there quietly in each other's arms for a long time, gazing into each other's eyes, as our heartbeats and breathing resumed their normal rates. At length, Arianna spoke.

"William?" said the lovely one, tentatively, the shy, demure maid returning again. "Do you know?... Well... During our meal... I made so many overtures.... but I did not think you would ever respond at all! None too subtle were these intimations, and yet... well... yet you remained steadfast! I thought I might be required provoke you directly... to perhaps strip away that horrid tablecloth myself and... well... mash my teats into your face!"

Again her titillating words sent a thrill shivering through my heart. "My lovely Arianna," I replied, "you do understand that I was honor-bound! I had vowed to defend your chastity! Though wishing for nothing greater than to possess you, I dared presume no such thing upon your maidenly virtue."

Arianna countered, somewhat incredulously, "But my dear William! You do know that I cared nothing for your vow! I did not request it and did not wish you to honor it! I sensed your desire even aboard the ship, and felt that you understood that I returned the sentiment. You must have realized that it was my great desire for you to help me cast aside my 'maidenly virtue'! I wanted you to liberate me from my chastity, not defend it! All through our luncheon, the mighty protrusion in the front of your breeches told everything that you did not speak aloud. You did indeed prove yourself to be a gentleman, your restraint was supreme, but nevertheless, I found your reluctance to be... well... a bit puzzling, My King."

"My Queen," I offered, "such was my devotion to your honor, supposing perhaps that you were not certain of your own motives. After all, you had this day passed through quite an ordeal! Moreover, I was quite disarmed by your earlier disparagements and could not reconcile them with your subsequent allurements. Even when honor is not at stake, a man cannot always ascertain a lady's true intentions if she presents to him a variable demeanor!"

"Hmmph! Well I certainly do regret putting you off earlier, My King," astonied Arianna, "but surely you jest! When you arrived for our midday repast, you did notice that I let down my hair for you, set a flower in my locks and provocatively redid my gown! With one of your own slippery knots, no less! I did follow your wandering eyes!"

Only then did I notice that Arianna no longer had the flower in her hair, and we neither wore the garlands. These were apparently undone and had gone unnoticed during our torrent of passion, judging from the flowers scattered all about the site.

Arianna continued, "Then there was the significance of the floral garlands, the enticement with the melons, the extending of my limbs toward you, the many plain words spoken throughout. I think there remains something yet unspoken, my love."

I paused. "Indeed, my beauty," I admitted, "I would needs be blind and witless to not observe your abundant charms or forthright manner! Trust that the ravenous desire stoked by your words and deeds did battle with my sense of honor. But also... well...."

I hesitated, searching my own heart for the correct words.

"Of a truth, My Queen, I feared you were teasing me or otherwise leading me on. What right could a humble sea rat like me have to make any presumptions of a noblewoman of quality and refinement such as yourself? Particularly that you are such an exquisite woman, my beloved Arianna! I could not look upon such a tantalizing creature as you and believe myself in any way worthy, that such good fortune could smile upon me alone. Indeed, you are so sweet, so kind and gracious, so intelligent.... so amorous and passionate... so delightful in every way.

"And not the least of which, your voluptuous charms far exceed any reality for which I might have hoped. Your soft, creamy breasts... your perfect, swollen nipples... I still cannot fathom that such feminine wonders could be mine alone to behold and possess. You are truly a magnificent woman, My Queen, in both body and mind, and I comprehend not what one such as you could see in a lowly peasant such as me.

"Surely I could not presume anything more than to set you upon the highest pedestal and become your humble, devoted servant, and the preserver of your chastity, during this exile.... I certainly could not presume to take one such as you as my wife or to become your husband! But if I hesitated unduly or misconstrued your intentions, having given you offense once again, I heartily apologize."

"Oh, William! Pish posh, my love, you need not think such apologies are necessary," kindly spake the beautiful one, as a winsome look fell upon her countenance. "In fact, my honorable hero, I did rather enjoy that little game of titillating pretensions! I plied you with every temptation, yet you remained valiantly resolute in maintaining your thin veneer of honor! It was great fun to torment you so and watch you squirm!"

"Oh, is that right? I shall have to keep a very close eye upon you, my devious little vixen!" said I, though Arianna over time proved to be nothing of the sort, but rather the most loving and devoted of spouses.

Arianna continued, "But you honor me with such words, my strong and handsome man! What of your own wonderful qualities? Your tenderness, your caring, your forthright honesty... within you beats a truly noble heart, moreso than all the common villains ever born into aristocracy. I gladly trade away all the pomposity and affectations of nobility in exchange for discovering a true man such as yourself!"

My lovely Queen inclined toward me and planted another gentle kiss upon my lips, and stroked back a lock of hair from my forehead.

"But all that fails to account for your substantial manhood, My Mighty King! What woman could ever hope to receive such an immense specimen of masculine potency within herself? To be impelled along on the fervent waves of Eros by such a powerful driver? Indeed, William, I fancy myself to be the gainer!"

At that, my lovely reached forth and grasped my now-flaccid member, extracting it from the ooze betwixt her thighs. But my newly-consummated bride Arianna, having only just abandoned her virginity, and as yet inexperienced in the erotic arts, had not fully considered the "untidy" aspects of coupling. A startled look crossed her face as she withdrew a sticky hand. I could not restraint my mirth and enjoyed a hearty laugh at her expense. Arianna retaliated by wiping the hand on my chest, following which I grabbed her close, and we both fell about laughing, rolling against each other on the grass.

The Afternoon

"Come, William," spoke Arianna, "let me show you a place I discovered this morning."

I helped my beautiful bride to her feet, unleashing another pendulous oscillation of her enormously swollen teats, which bounced and giggled all about, as though gifted with minds of their own, coming again to rest at the level of her hips. Arianna was momentarily unsteady on her feet, but she quickly found her footing and adjusted to her new proportions. My own distended cock hung limply, nearly down to my knees. I grabbed the lovely vision and kissed her again, barely able to endure a moment without feeling her touch against my flesh.

Arianna grasped my hand, intertwined her soft fingers with mine, and led me from the shore into the jungle. My eyes barely left her gorgeous breasts, which bounced heavily with each step. Arianna smiled brightly, thoroughly enjoying my incessant attentions. My limp cock swatted against my thighs with each step, and tingled at the sight of the pink plums of Arianna's nipples, set inside each saucer-sized areole.

"You know, William, I always wished for breasts like these!" remarked Arianna, as we strode along together.

"And I always wished for a woman with breasts like yours, my dear Arianna!" I replied.

"I was so excited when my little teats first began to bud forth!" continued my bride, "But I was so disappointed when they finally stopped growing, even though they ended up quite large, as far as a woman's breasts are concerned. I just wished for them to keep growing and growing! It is a dream come true to have them grow so much this day from that enchanted fruit, to feel them as they are now, unrestrained, out in the open air, wonderfully bouncing and jiggling and swaying with every stride, every small movement!"

"My beauty," I spoke, "we are in a place where dreams come true, because here I am with you and your wonderfully bouncing, jiggling, swaying breasts!"

Arianna stopped to face me.

"And my nipples... so swollen... so full of sensation.... they now tingle at all times... but explode at even the lightest touch...."

Arianna grasped my hands and placed them upon the bloated pink plums of her nipples. The effect was immediate as a jolt rocked her whole form, accompanied by a soft moan. The gorgeous creature is always as putty in my hands, so quickly and easily aroused, so eager that every moment be filled with intimacy. Recovering her composure, she looked into my eyes as her fingers slid over my limp cock.

"And then there is your mighty penis, My King," Arianna offered, "This was another of my wild dreams, that I might gaze upon such an enormous specimen of manhood... to hold it... to place it in my mouth... and between my legs. I look forward to serving under its reign!"

I kissed Arianna again gently and held her close, the firm orbs of her breasts pressed firmly against my chest, her hot nipples tingling against my flesh. Arianna disengaged and took my hand again to lead me to her destination.

We were soon at the creek, but she led me upstream, to a place where I had not explored previously. Not far along, we came upon a small waterfall, where the creek fell over the hillside into a shady pool. Arianna giggled and dropped my hand, splashing off into the pool. I marveled at the sight of my goddess in motion... the ripe thighs, the tiny waist that swelled into the plump bottom, and of course, the enormous white melons that bounced and jiggled and swayed back and forth with each stride. She immersed herself and came up quickly, her ripe form glistening with wetness.

"Come, William, it is exhilarating!" gasped Arianna, appearing as Venus rising from the sea, the water at the level of her nipples.

I hastened in, splashing my love as I entered, to her joyous squeals and giggles. The water was deliciously cool, a welcome respite from the tropical swelter, and soon Arianna was in my arms once again. We stood under the waterfall, our lips locked, our two tongues exploring each other's mouths, the supple firmness of her breasts pressed close against my chest as the water fell upon our heads. But this was a tender embrace, devoid of the earlier torrid passion, and we gently cradled each other's faces while our tongues intertwined.

My Queen drew away with a smile and regarded my head as the water splashed thereon. She raised her hands to scrub at my scalp with her fingers so as to clean my hair under the waterfall. Though awash in the sea that morning, and often having taken a frequent dip overboard while aboard the ship, it had been long since I had had a proper bath in fresh water, and Arianna determined to give me one.

I stood in awe of this lovely creature, who, though we had shared so much intimacy this day, would do such a thing for a common ship's hand such as me, she being a well born product of culture and refinement. This Lady scrubbed with her fingers, and exhibited every sign of devoted submission to me, working her way from my scalp to my face, to remove the last dirt of the ship and of sweat since our landfall.

Who could not but reciprocate such devotion? I ran my fingers through the wetted mats of Arianna's hair to explore her scalp. Though clean to begin with, it was nonetheless a joy and a pleasure to feel her soft, pliant flesh under my fingertips. She enjoyed my touch, rolling her head and cooing. The lovely one is so expressive in face, form and voice, reacting visibly and audibly with pleasure at every small gesture, never growing weary of my contact. How lonely she must have been in her confinement, how she must have craved the touch of a man, and how appreciative she is of her liberty, now freed from the miserable bondage of her father, His Lordship.

"William," she inquired as she bathed me, "will you stay with me on this Isle forever?"

"Of course, O beautiful one, wherever you are is where I shall be, and where else on earth could we ever find such joys as this place?" I replied.

"I should hope we are never discovered here in this edenic place. If we must someday be rescued, I hope it is by an American ship. If we ever had to leave, I would hope you would take me to America. I can now never return home, and I refuse to live anywhere but a free land"

"Indeed, my heart. We could steal away west and find a home among the Indians, perhaps in the Stoney Mountains of the Colorado country."

"I should like that, to live naked amongst primitive folk!" she spoke, "I hope you and I need never wear clothing again!"

This comment sent a thrill through the length of my cock.

"I love when you speak in that manner, My Queen!" said I, "I do not think I could bear to ever again see your luscious nipples bound up behind garments!"

"Oh William! Your words do make my nipples tingle!" said the lovely vision.

With that, we kissed again, with more of heat of passion than the last kiss. Arianna withdrew and resumed my bath, working her way down to my neck and shoulders as I did the same to her. As she worked down to my chest, my own hands encountered the vast expanse of her bosom, the twin creamy orbs that floated at the water's line, and the magnificent cleave that divided them.

My fingers glided over the expanse of her mountainous mammaries, stroking the softness of each enormous nipple and translucent areole, glistening with wetness. Emitting another long gasp, Arianna ceased my bath as her hands again fell limp at her sides. I lifted one enormous globe in both hands and washed it carefully, amazed by its yielding firmness, and its light heaviness, its near-perfect sphericity, only extended somewhat oblong by the draw of gravity upon its considerable volume.

Such a single massive breast was a wonder it its own right, but two! I lifted the other and caressed it as well, pressing the pair together, squeezing them and splashing them with water at the gentle stroking of my fingers. Arianna moaned lightly at each touch, and she was so exuberant, so appreciative of every touch, great or small.

It seemed as though Arianna would fall back into the water so I turned her around and grasped her breasts from behind, pressing my member against her lovely bottom. Though still depleted from its earlier exertions, my overlarge cock began to slightly swell from the firm contact against the softness of Arianna's behind.

My Queen emitted an appreciative groan at this sensation and grasped each of my hands with her own, so that I would press her gigantic breasts even closer. My hands circled around her nipples as I squeezed them, lifting her tremendous teats up and down, pressing them together and pulling them apart, as the waterfall cascaded down upon them.

My hands moved under the enormous mounds, which splashed into the water as they were released. Circling around with my hands, I washed along her soft belly and then around her tiny waist, expanding around her wide hips. Reaching down along her thighs, my hands met at her nether region, and my fingers explored the wonders of Arianna's sweet, hairless pussy.

Arianna let out a gasping shriek as my fingers probed the full outer lips, and a long groan as they found the inner lips, I being surprised at their size and fullness. At the top of these sweet lips, my fingers touched a small mass like a rosebud, at which Arianna let fly a short scream. The mass swelled and grew hard at my touch, to perhaps the size of a mushroom.

I wondered at this. Of the few women I had known, none had such a wonderful bud within their flowers. I fondled my new discovery with one hand, and slid the other upon her breast, at which my vivacious Queen nearly lost her head. Arianna's groans grew louder, as she gyrated her bottom firmly against my cock.

I feared she was ready for another go, but it was still too soon for me. Her groans grew gaspy and frequent as her gyrations increased, as I dandled her under the waterfall. Arianna arched her back and I lost my footing, falling backwards and carrying her into the pool.

We both came up laughing from the water, as the dripping wet nymph grabbed my head with both hands and plunged her tongue deeply into my mouth. Our tongues grappled while she mashed her breasts against my chest, and straddled my thigh with her pussy. I again lost my step and we fell backward into a soft spot in the mud along the shallows of the pool.

Arianna, sitting up in the mud, she scooped two handfuls of the dark mud, which ran down her arms. Extending her palms, she smeared the mud all over the tops of her breasts, down onto her nipples.

"Ooooo, William, I do so like this," she cooed, swirling the mud along her nipples. Scooping two more handfuls, she spread the mud all around, covering the creamy orbs in a dirty mess.

"Oh, I've longed to play in mud ever since I was a small girl," spoke Arianna, "but was never allowed to do so. 'Unbecoming a Lady' I was told, and all that jolly rot!"

"Oooohhh, this is wonderful," spoke the lusty vixen, her jiggling mounds all brown and slimy.

My cock tingled watching Arianna smear mud all over her magnificent teats. Every move made by this gorgeous goddess conspired to excite me to ever-greater arousal. She was so free, so uninhibited, and her every movement was so utterly feminine and sensual, I was entirely engrossed in the sight of her.

I reached to grab the luscious mams, but they were slippery in my hands. So sitting up straight, I drew her to me so that her back reclined upon my chest, and groped the massive breasts from behind. Taking two handfuls, I rubbed the mud all about the vast expanse of Arianna's quivering teats. My bride lay back, groaning and trembling, as my mud-splattered hands drew circles around her soft nipples and fondled the firm flesh.

Perhaps it was a residue of our midday melon meal, or perhaps it was the sheer voluptuous sensuality of My Queen, or perhaps a combination thereof, but my manhood once again became fully engorged at the feel of the soft, slimy firmness in my hands, and rose like a tower from the shallow water.

"Ho! What have we here?" teased Arianna, who rolled over to grasp the thick shaft firmly in both hands.

"Oh, My King! What a monstrous cock you have!" she marveled.

"'Tis good that you are now My Queen, Arianna, for you certainly do not speak as a Lady!" I teased.

A bawdy smirk danced over her lips.

"My Dear William, you do not yet know the half of it! You will soon come to realize that, beneath these bloated teats of mine beats the lewd heart of a filthy slut! I wish to explore a thousand different ways of giving you pleasure, My King!"

With that, Arianna grabbed a couple handfuls of mud and coated my cock, rubbing and stroking the member with muddy hands, from the bottom of the trunk to the tip of the head. Waves of pleasure coruscated up and down the thick shaft, and radiated deep into the roots of my groin.

Arianna's soft fingers slipped and slid along the slime as she smeared the silty mud up and down and all along the length of my cock. I lay back prone in the mud, helpless to move, at the unrestrained ecstasy inflicted upon my member by my bride.

Though it felt again strained to its limit, the cock did not burst, but became even further swollen at the provocations of Arianna's touch. I felt the cock grow within Arianna's slimy grasp. Her eyes widened again in amazement as her fingers encircled the hard shaft, which lengthened and thickened in her grip, spreading her fingers apart.

I drew Arianna close again and planted the engorged member into the mud-besmeared canyon between her breasts. I squeezed her enormous mams close together and slid them back and forth over my cock, causing her moaning body further waves of rollings and gyrations. She scooped up two more handfuls of the mud and smeared them between her mammoth teats and onto my cock.

Perhaps it was the lingering effect of breast melons, or a combination with the renewed stimulation, but Arianna's breasts swelled yet again in my hands. The breast flesh became even more firm and extruded between my fingers. There was generated a great heat between her teats and my cock that was not cooled by the mud.

With a loud moan, Arianna moved her supple body forward, so that the great mud-smeared globes slid across my chest. They rested in the mud along either side of my head, and towered thereover, as though my face were in a deep ravine of slimy softness. I grabbed the yielding mounds and smashed them against the sides of my head, and fully buried my face deep within the muddy cleave, rolling it around therein.

As I held them so, I could feel the pressure of the expanding spheres pushing against my face, forcing my hands apart as her billowing breasts converged about my head, filling the space in between. It seemed as though her mud-begrimed teats could suffocate me as they grew ever larger. I released them, moving my hands to her slimy nipples, which filled in my hands, producing a fervent heat. Each hand squeezed its nipple, and Arianna let fly another scream. As my grip relaxed, the nipples grew to an even greater size, filling my hand even moreso. Another squeeze and they grew some more, as Arianna screamed again.

When I finally looked up from this love play with My Queen's tremendous teats, Arianna's lovely face was smiling down on me, the emerald jewels of her eyes gleaming.

"Are you enjoying yourself, my love?" she spoke. "You appear as a mud-splattered boy."

With that, I grabbed her face with muddy hands and planted a firm kiss on her lips, taking care to rub my slimy cheeks against hers. She withdrew her now-muddy face.

"So! You wish to play!" she cried, and with that, smeared a handful of ooze into my face.

"Ah, but two can play at that, my dear," said I, grabbing her close and spreading a begrimed hand about her own face.

Arianna rolled off my chest and landed deeply into the muddy bank, both of us laughing with great whoops of hilarity. I rolled atop her, pinning her down, and smeared the black mud all about her face, arms, and of course, the enormous, swelling breasts. Arianna thrashed about, flinging mud back at me, and smearing it about my own form, and over my still-swelling cock.

Through roaring laughter, My Queen and I coated each other with the slimy mud, as we wrestled about in the mire, smearing each other from head to toe in an unrestrained frolic, our hands and arms barely able to hold each other's grimy bodies as we thrashed about. Soon, every inch of our skin was coated with the slimy mud. Arianna was now as dark as a native tribeswoman, and I must have appeared similar to her eyes.

"You appear as a Nubian princess, My Queen!" I joked, which provoked a mirthful volley of muddy smacks and peltings from my voluptuous playmate.

Through the fury, I grasped Arianna again from behind, and my arms could now barely encircle her gigantic teats. As we tussled in the mud, I managed to draw my hands over the enormous nipples, which now overflowed from the palms of my hands. I managed to cup my hands over the soft nipples as Arianna's enslimed form writhed against mine.

The vigorous struggle in the mire proved intensely stimulating, which made my cock grow ever longer and harder as my bride wiggled her back and bottom therearound. The sensation of Arianna's slimy flesh writhing against mine was extraordinary, never could I have imagined the possibility of such wanton carnal pleasure. Apparently Arianna felt the same excitation, as she moaned loudly with each muddy stroke.

Finally, Arianna slipped free and turned to face me, only the verdant eyes and perfect teeth being recognizable in the darkened countenance. Panting from our efforts, her mammoth jiggling teats heaved up and down with each labored breath. And what mammoth teats they now were!

My Queen kneeled in the mud, her back upright, sitting upon her feet. The gigantic globes were now of such a great size as would each fill a bushel basket, twin mountains of flesh that hung down and rested heavily upon her thighs. Arianna's magnificent nipples were each now the size of an orange. Her wondrous areoles were now barely discernable, nearly hidden under the brown slime, but the entirety of her incredible breasts fairly glistened in the wet mud.

Kneeling before her, my eyes were transfixed on the sheer enormity of Arianna's bosom. I gazed spellbound for a moment, then looked into her muddy face. Her own eyes were transfixed upon my manhood, mouth agape in a joyous expression.

I followed her gaze and could not believe my eyes. The enormous head of my cock hovered before my breastbone, nearly two spans in length from its root, the thick shaft now over three inches across in girth, the head the size of a large apple. Arianna grabbed my enormous member with both hands, and the fingers on both her hands could barely encompass the trunk.

Arianna gently urged me backwards to a sitting position, and straddled my thighs with her own. She leaned over so that her gigantic breasts rested against my outer thighs, dipping her exquisite nipples into the mud. My Queen then leaned over to draw her face against my enormous member.

"Oh, William, your cock has grown ever-larger!" she enthused, rubbing her muddy face all around the enormous head and up and down the shaft.

"Ohhh.... Oh, William, my love, what shall I do with such a monster?"

"But my beauty," I relied, "what can be done with your mountainous teats?"

I cupped the supple enormity of her breasts and pressed them against my outer thighs, rubbing and stroking them with muddy hands. Arianna moaned again at this touch, as she encircled her face over the head of my cock. I reached full over and grasped her muddy bottom, and drew her slimy body toward mine. Arianna reluctantly yielded as her face was drawn upwards and away from its embrace of my cock. I drew her into a sitting position upon my lap, the tower of my cock now planted firmly in the soft, slimy ravine between her enormous teats.

Arianna did not relinquish her grip from the mighty trunk, stroking it up and down with her muddy fingers. I raised her heavy brown breasts with either arm, and pressed them against my chest. Arianna's mud-enslimed nipples burned with a fervent heat, as though to bake the mud into clay. I had a strong impulse to again suckle the gigantic nipples, but resisted, not wishing a mouthful of mud. Arianna apparently felt the same, since she had made no move of her own to swallow my cock.

Arianna stared deeply at me, entrancing me with the verdant radiance of her eyes, a broad smile across her lips. I mashed together her tremendous mams over my cock, and with a great heave, raised them to stroke my member between their slimy softness. Lowering and raising the enormous breasts again, Arianna's giant nipples remained firmly pressed against my chest, sliding along my slimy torso.

Up and down with each stroke, Arianna's hips gyrated with the rhythm, as she rubbed her muddy nethers against the base of my cock. Arianna's eyes remained locked onto mine amidst short gaspy moans, though her head bobbed and swayed with each stroke. She released her hands from my cock and placed them atop my own, pressing her breasts tightly around my cock and assisting with the heaving motion. She scooped up handfuls of the wet, slimy mud, and deposited them atop the engorged head of my cock as it exuded from the mire between the cleave of her breasts.

Her fixed gaze was broken as her head lolled backwards, the mud flowing down to lubricate her nipples as they smeared against my chest, her moans growing loader and more urgent with each stroke. Arianna scooped up more grimy handfuls, swirling them all around her titanic teats, coating her cleave and her nipples in a wet smoothness.

Our bodies rocked back and forth in the mud as the furious motion between teats and cock increased. Arianna arched her face down upon her impossible cleave, so that her face would bounce against the muddy head of my cock with each stroke. Faster and faster went the strokes of my cock within her muddy velvet canyon, and Arianna now let fly with a series of sharp yelps.

Her teats... so soft, my cock... so huge and full of sensation, the stroking... Arianna's gyrations, sending wave upon wave of pleasure, from my cock to my entire body... faster against the soft teats, up and down, faster along my cock... sliding between Arianna's incredible, enormous, mud-splattered teats....

A great surge rippled up through my cock, and a mighty flow of creamy whiteness ejaculated from the enormous head, and splatted fully into Arianna's muddy face. Another copious surge and another splat, and another and another. Arianna was taken aback as the hot creaminess coated her entire face, a considerable amount dripping down upon her breasts and the canyon therebetween.

Suddenly Arianna propelled forward, knocking me to my back, and with a growl, grabbed my cock with sheer intensity and smeared it all around her face. She rubbed her face and teats all around my chest and belly so that both our bodies were fairly coated with a mingled mess of mud and my seed. Her soft, muddy form resting against mine, Arianna looked up at me, her face partially cleaned away by the "washing" of my considerable ejaculate.

"Oh, my William," my lovely Arianna spoke, "that was positively exhilarating! That frolic in the mud was tremendous fun, such as I have never had before, but that last bit... I have no words! I continue to be overwhelmed with all things you have taught me this day! I was thoroughly impressed with your lessons aboard the ship, but I would have had no idea that you were also so utterly skilled in the erotic arts!"

"My gorgeous Arianna," said I, "it is you who are the marvel! You are a relentless dynamo of unrestrained sexual fire! You are so easily pleased, so responsive to every touch, so vivacious in every movement, so passionate in every act, so eager to give pleasure. I am the most fortunate man alive to have found such a lover as you!"

With that, My Muddy Queen snuggled against my body to rest her face on my chest. Her soft belly rested atop my now-limp but greatly elongated cock. Her enormous breasts flopped to either side of my body, and I rested a hand upon each, stroking them gently and fondling the overripe nipples.

We remained like that for a long time, not speaking, listening to the sounds of each other's breathing and the beating of our hearts against each other. It had been an eventful day since the storm aboard ship early that morning, and now in the heat of the afternoon we were both feeling the fatigue of our exertions. As we lay there in the tropical swelter, I began to feel the mud drying against my skin. Arianna was motionless except for long, deep breaths, as though she had fallen asleep.

"Come, my love," said I, "we should resume our bath."

Arianna stirred and stretched her lovely arms, and then wrapped them around my neck.

"Indeed, my mighty man, let us now clean ourselves up."

I slid us off the bank and back into the pool, so that we were sitting up in shallow water.

"Close your eyes, my beauty," I said to the gorgeous woman. Cupping water into my hands, I gently wiped Arianna's face, starting with her forehead. The mud washed away, and the creamy flesh was uncovered once again. Cleaning carefully around her eyes, the thick, dark lashes were cleansed, then the pink cheeks and the ruby lips, rivulets of water running down to expose the creaminess of her neck, shoulders and the overfull breasts. She performed a similar procedure upon my face, and soon, the gorgeous visage of Arianna was revealed, as was my face to her. We finally kissed again, as we did not do during our mudbath.

Moving back to the waterfall, I thoroughly cleaned the mud from Arianna's hair, as she did mine. Much time was spent washing her enormous breasts, and I'm sure they became the cleanest part of her! I lifted one of her tremendous globes with both hands and raised the orange-sized nipple to my lips. It was so soft and smooth that I was able to suck it fully into my mouth. I raised the other and gave it similar attentions. Arianna and I both drew great pleasure from this suckling, though it did not ignite another round of passion. We were both quite satisfied and we spent the time lovingly cleaning and caressing each other, working down each other's fronts and backs.

Arianna reserved some special attentions of her own when she reached my cock. Kneeling in shallow water so that her face was level, she lifted it with both hands, as though it were a great fish. She stroked and kneaded it, kissing the head and, though limp, sucking it into her mouth. It was nonetheless quite a mouthful for her, even in its distended state.

When she finished, I helped her arise, and then I kneeled to face her sweet pussy. I marveled again that she had nearly no hair upon her nethers, just a faint, downy, fair-colored covering. I buried my face between her thighs and nuzzled it thereon, hugging her all around and fondling her soft bottom in between splashing it with water. Reclining her backwards in my arm, I washed her calves and feet, taking care to remove the mud from between her plump toes.

Our baths completed, we each inclined our heads under the waterfall and took long drinks of the fresh water. We took turns cupping our hands to catch the water and drinking from the other's hands. Each small matter became an opportunity for sharing and caring for the other, as has been the way of our entire marriage upon our Isle. Arianna ran her fingers through her hair, and was having some difficulty separating the strands. I assisted her by running my fingers through her hair.

"Hmm, I fear it's quite tangled after all our... er... 'exertions'!" quipped My Queen.

"I have some things to show you, dear heart," I replied, "including a thing which might assist. Come!"

With that, I led Arianna by the hand from the pool. Her enormous teats were now extremely massive, and upon leaving the buoyancy of the water, swayed heavily from side to side with each step. Though I had never seen a more beautiful sight, My Queen was having trouble walking. A few steps along the path from the pool, Arianna stopped and clasped her breasts around with the full length of her arms.

"It's difficult to walk with these tremendous... dairy jugs swinging about!" she said. "It's hard to keep my balance!"

"Well, Your Ladyship," I teased, "just as it took you some time to find your sea legs, perhaps you now require some time to find your teat legs?"

"Indeed, Mr. Gillingham," she rejoindered, "in the meantime, perhaps you can offer a Lady some assistance?"

With that, I scooped up the ravishing creature and carried her away in my arms. With her arms about my neck, the magnificent globes were constrained therebetween. However, if one gargantuan breast should have slipped out, I would have imagined that her entire load would have shifted, and I might have dropped her like a sack of potatoes! I therefore carried her with great care the short distance to our destination, her breasts jiggling with each step. My limp cock hung past my knees, and swung from side to side as I walked, smacking against my shins.

Into Our Chamber

In a moment, we arrived at the small nested glade in the shady grove, where I had spent that morning preparing the voluptuous creature's bed. I was surprised that I had not noticed the pool so close by during my earlier explorations, but its proximity was certainly fortuitous for our needs. We entered as I carried my bride over the "threshold" of our wedding chamber.

"Oh, William! This is positively delightful! Oh my, will you look at this place!" enthused Arianna.

Puzzled, I replied, "I'm pleased that you are happy, my dearest, but what is it exactly you like?"

"Oh, come now, William, look! The flowers! I absolutely adore flowers!"

I looked around, and indeed, the entire perimeter of the glade was overgrown with flowering plants. I had not noticed them before, seeing instead only a secluded clearing in the thick bush, and, like most men, paid little attention to flowers. But once noticed, it was in fact quite a remarkable sight. Flowering vines encircled each tree at the edge of the glade and clusters of flowering plants sprouted from the ground. There was actually a shocking array of varieties and colors, especially brilliant reds and fuscias, and I was surprised that even I had not noticed them before. A thick floral scent filled the air, tickling the nostrils in a stimulating aroma.

Arianna was giddy with delight. I lowered her to her feet and held an arm around her waist, steadying her as we walked around the circle, admiring the flowers. She peered at each flower and made remarks, knowing several varieties by name. I was impressed with her great taxonomical knowledge. I came to learn that Her Ladyship was quite the student of botany, which has greatly assisted our comfort upon the Isle.

In such a setting, surrounded by so much natural wonder, the nude voluptuousness of my bride was all the more sensuously exciting. With each step, her voluminous breasts bounced and jiggled, fixing my rapt attention moreso than the flora.

Butterflies flitted from plant to plant, propagating pollen in exchange for their sustenance in the cycle of nature. Arianna reached forth and plucked an especially dazzling pink flower and set it in her hair, over her ear. At this, the colorful butterflies surrounded her, flying around her head and shoulders. She extended a finger, upon which a butterfly landed, whereupon several others landed along her body, some on her shoulders, some along her breasts, and a couple directly atop her nipples.

"Oh William!" spoke the lovely vision, clothed as she was in nature's finery, as though her erotic charms were even as apparent to the butterflies as they were to me. She stood for a moment, unflinching, not wishing to disturb the colorful fauna as their wings opened and closed, with a beaming smile about her countenance.

I will always hold in my mind this picture of my wife as one of my most cherished memories... she as a young girl, plump and nude on the day we consummated our love, with quivering bare breasts the size of twin bushels, hanging past her full hips, set before a floral backdrop, as a beautiful nymph of the wood, attended by her woodland entourage.

The moment passed as all moments do, and the butterflies left my lovely to resume their pollination. My own thoughts never strayed from the next coupling with my Venus. I cursed the constraints of manhood that required the renewal of the male member, and prevented our bodies from remaining conjoined in a continual coital embrace. I would enjoy nothing more than to be perpetually locked in copulation with this exquisite embodiment of womanhood. The smoldering gaze in Arianna's emerald green eyes revealed that she returned this feeling. But such is the bane of all passionate lovers, who must endure the interval until the man's fluids of love are replenished.

I led my bride into her wedding chamber, underneath the large cleft in the rock face along the hillside, and pointed to the crude bed which I had lashed together that morning.

"My dear William, you made this for me? It is wonderful, fit for a queen!"

"My sweet flower," said I, "it is but the rudest accommodation, and nowhere worthy of you. I only hope you can find some small comfort with it here during our island exile."

"Nonsense, William! You created this especially for me, and I am greatly touched that you would have placed so high a value upon my needs, particularly after that earlier unpleasantness this morning."

Such was an example of the highest quality of this truly noble woman, that all things pleased her, that no small gesture went unappreciated, no things being unfit or inadequate, never a condescension or an unkind word. Moreso than her great and wondrous expanding teats, it was Arianna's kind, generous, thankful spirit that made our primitive existence on our Isle, not only bearable, but pleasurable in the extreme.

My Queen stooped down and her enormous breasts fell forward into the makeshift bedding. She then crawled onto the bed and fully extended her soft, plump form onto the mattress of leaves. Resting her head upon a bent arm, the massive globe of one breast flattened under the other enormous breast that laid thereupon. Her eyes beckoned me to join her, and I drew onto the spot next to her on the bed.

"Here, my beloved, is a comb I fashioned, so that your lovely hair could be groomed." I produced the comb that I had also created that morning. "It is the first of many amenities that I shall labor tirelessly to provide for you."

"Oh my William!" Arianna gushed over the rough hewn bamboo section, as she sat up, sending her breasts into another round of pendulous swinging. "I thought I would be lost without a comb! Please do help me with my hair."

Arianna sat up and turned to one side, presenting an exquisite profile view of her breasts, which hung down heavily and rested upon her extended thighs. The swollen nipples protruded fully as soft knobs of pink flesh, each the amazing size of an orange. I admired the plump thighs and the full calves, with the narrow taper at her knees and ankles as her toes curled forward. The thick, sandy mane hung down to past the tiny waist, into which flowed upward the gentle curve of her back, and downward from which billowed the fullness of her ripe bottom.

I drew along and caressed her form with my hands as I prepared to comb her hair. Then I cuddled up behind her and extended my legs outwardly alongside hers, pressing my full crotch against her bottom. I then reached around the considerable diameter of the enormous breasts and was barely able to reach the enlarged nipples. We sat for a moment, swaying in a gentle rhythm as I squeezed and fondled Arianna's nipples fully with my open hands, rubbing them with my palms and caressing them with my fingers, as I planted gentle kisses along her neck. Arianna's breasts felt wondrous in my hands, and this sensation combined with her gentle moans to send tingling waves through my cock. To my chagrin, my member remained limp, as it was still not replenished, eager though I would have been to resume our amorous activities.

So instead, I combed Arianna's glorious locks, as promised. Her hair was still damp from the pool, and I gently removed the dazzling pink flower from behind her ear. I ran my fingers through her hair to separate the wet clumps. Starting at the bottom and working my way up, my fingers then separated the strands. Upon reaching her head, I kneaded her scalp with my fingers. Her head rolled back and appreciative gasps and moans escaped her ruby lips as the vivacious creature derived pleasure from every small touch.

Reaching for the comb, I began to gently stroke her hair. I was pleased that the teeth of the comb were cut cleanly enough that her lovely locks did not snag. A wonderful smell wafted from Arianna's tresses! The scent was as a fresh morning, with a flowery, fruity smell. Her locks dried quickly in the tropical heat as they were combed, and became soft and fluffy. The combing completed, I replaced the flower and nuzzled my face into the soft freshness, again encircling my love with my arms.

Arianna turned to face me, and wiggled her soft bottom up onto my lap, dangling her legs off to the side. She then placed her arms around my neck and planted a kiss upon my lips, one breast pressed firmly against my chest. I scooped the other huge breast, stroking and fondling her overripe nipple and all along the extensive creamy expanse.

Arianna spoke thus, "Ever since our time aboard ship, I've observed you to be thoughtful and caring, gentle in manner, yet strong and protective. I was aware, you know, of how you fought nightly with your shipmates to defend my honor. I was flattered and thrilled that a man of such high character as you clearly possessed would go to such pains on my behalf. And you are so intelligent and skilled in so many arts, not to mention being so very strong, dark and handsome! For these reasons and so many others, I fell hopelessly, passionately in love with you, my dear William!"

"Oh my dearest Arianna," I replied, "I cannot restrain my joy at your words! From my first sighting of you, I was enthralled by your beauty and grace. I was dumbfounded that a woman of such quality as yourself would even speak to me, let alone seek my company. As we became acquainted, I first admired your inquisitiveness and thirst for knowledge, and then your kindness and your sweet nature, your passion and compassion. I confess that I was utterly smitten by you, My Queen, and treasured each moment spent in your company. It would have never occurred to me in a thousand years that you might, for some inexplicable reason, reciprocate those feelings. It tore my heart out to think that our voyage together would end with you becoming the governor's wife. I could have never comprehended that Providence would see fit to deposit us, alone and together, upon this shore."

"Nor I, my beloved," spoke Arianna. "Life with that senile imbecile would have surely been a fate worse than death. The best I could have hoped was that it would be mercifully short, that either the old cretin or I would soon quickly pass. I do so hope the failure of that infernal union results in the final wreck of my father's fortunes."

An unbecoming fury contorted the lovely features of Arianna as she spoke of her hated father. The only darkness I have ever observed eclipse her bright sunbeam arose on those few occasions when His Lordship was mentioned.

"Oh, he is a most cruel beast, my father is," she continued. "His sole concerns in this world are for filthy lucre and upholding his standing amongst his peers. My dearest mother, God rest her soul, was such a sweet woman, so bright and full of life. But that foul blackguard crushed her spirit and drove all joy from her, so that she sat alone most nights weeping. I know she died of a broken heart from his cruelties and infidelities."

Arianna's eyes clouded with tears as she spoke thus, and I cradled her head to mine and tenderly rocked her as she sobbed. When she composed herself, she resumed her narrative.

"It was a torment to live alone with that miserable wretch from the age of ten. He berated me incessantly, telling me I was just like my mother and filling my moments with his ravings and accusations. Though he rarely inflicted actual harm upon my person, life with him was a thing to be endured, never moment of kindness, never an eye to his dark and furious storm.

"As I grew older and my breasts began to bud forth, his tyrannies grew evermore oppressive. And when my breasts proved to be bounteous, well, his scorn found no limits, and I was cloistered away, lest any young man take notice.

"One day, a friend introduced me to erotic literature. There, I could escape from the miseries of home life and be transported to a place of joyful lovers who please and satisfy one another in all ways imaginable. In my dreams, I could be beautiful and find love with a handsome man and fill my days with fantasies of excitement and adventure.

"Well, His Lordship had been drinking up his inheritance for many years, and was close to destitution. His shipping concern had been seeking to enter into a profitable arrangement with the governor's company. At this time, he discovered my collection of scandalous stories. Oh, was he livid! He promised to send me away from home, and sealed the agreement with the governor by including me as his wife, as though I were so much chattel. But now, that agreement has been broken, hasn't it? I wish ruin and misery upon both evil dastards!"

"Oh my beautiful Arianna," said I, "I am so sorry that you endured such misery, such a glorious rose as you are. I will spare no effort to bring you every pleasure that might cross your mind."

"William, my dearest William, you already have! If I should die this night, I will have already known more joy in this single day than in all my years together! And I know that you and I will explore the fullest extents of every possible erotic pleasure here upon our enchanted Isle. I should only hope that no ships ever come to disturb our sensuous solitude."

A bright look appeared on Arianna's face, as though having a recollection. Then a very winsome, mischievious smile danced across her face.

"Actually, William, there are a couple specific erotic pleasures in particular that I would like to explore with you straightaway," she said, as she drew a single finger teasingly down my chest and curled it around in my chest hair.

"I would like to experience everything there is to know about fellatio and cunnilingus."

"I do not know those words, my sweet," said I, "what do they mean?"

"Oh, they are things I read of in my bawdy tales!" and with that she slid off my lap and rolled over on to her hands and knees, her overflowing teats swinging and bouncing again with these movements. Placing her elbows upon my thighs, she grasped my great cock with both hands, which was still, unfortunately, quite limp.

"This, my William, is 'fellatio,'" spoke Arianna, whereupon she sucked my limp cock fully into her mouth. As she sucked powerfully and traced her tongue over the great head, the huge member becoming partially stimulated. However, it still remained quite soft, insufficient for her purposes. After a minute, she disgorged the flaccid thing from her mouth and released her grip.

"Well, I would have hoped for a better demonstration," she spoke, with a note of disappointment. "I sincerely hope this state of affairs shall not continue!"

"Assuredly, it will not, O voluptuous one," I replied, "not in your magnificent presence. It is but the curse of Man to require an interval in between times of coupling, to replenish the fluids of love. My deepest regrets and apologies to you, my sensual Venus. We can resume the very moment I am able."

At that, she inclined my body to lie backward upon the bed so that my head lay next to the place of her body where she kneeled.

"Well then, my attentive husband," spoke the radiant beauty, "this is 'cunnilingus.'"

Arianna swung her ample hips onto the top of my chest and spread apart her legs, presenting her sweetest secrets to my face. I had never before had my face this close to a woman's nethers. In my small previous experience with whores, one did not place one's face near such places, for reasons well understood by all men. But Arianna's flowers were unlike those others.

There was a wonderful smell, a milky and fruity odor, not unlike that of the breast fruit. Perhaps the influence of this fruit extended to Arianna's nether regions as well. Her flowers were also very fresh after our time at the pool. Besides, this was a place where no man had ever been besides myself, and so I was overjoyed at the prospect of pleasuring my beloved in this manner.

Her hairless outer lips were full and plump, as with the rest of the lovely Arianna. But my eyes had never beheld a sight such as her inner lips! Full and long, they were as thick, succulent, pink petals that extended a thumb length from between the outer lips. And therebetween, at the top of the inner lips, was that delightful rosebud I had encountered previously, of a bright pink color, sheathed as it were in a tube of pink flesh, and shiny with the considerable wetness of this region.

Never having clearly seen these parts of a woman before, I was filled with a strong desire to embrace them. I pulled Arianna's hips close over my head and buried my face in her flowers. My tongue licked back and forth into the furrow of Arianna's sweet pussy, caressing the inner and outer lips all around. Arianna's moans indicated that this was done well. Her delightful wetness was all about my face as my tongue and lips explored this new territory.

Moving my mouth upwards, my lips and tongue found the rosebud. At this, Arianna exploded in a hysterical scream. I was startled, fearing that I had caused pain to my beloved. But then she grabbed my head and roughly forced it deep into her nethers. I then fully engulfed the rosebud into my mouth and suckled it. Arianna screamed again and clutched my head tightly against her flowers. I felt the thick wetness of her inner lips sucking back upon my face, as though it were the maw of an enormous erotic jellyfish.

Arianna yelped with a series of screams and her entire body convulsed and gyrated atop my face, with such force that I feared she would break my neck. All this was quite alarming, and I thought I should stop, but Arianna held my head firmly in place, and then cried....

"EEEEEE!!!! OH WILLIAM!!! MY WILLIAM!!!!! EEEEEE!!!! DON'T STOP!!!!! AAAAIIIEEEE!!!!"

With this assurance, I then sucked hard upon the amazing rosebud. Amidst further screams, Arianna shuddered, faltering sideways into our soft bed, her breasts landing heavily against her plump form. Now undeterred, I rolled her onto her back, so that the gigantic balloons fell to either side of her body. My face again found her sweet nethers and my hands gripped Arianna's soft thighs closely against my head, so that her legs draped over my shoulders and her soft feet rested upon my back. As my mouth closed again about the rosebud, I sucked upon it with a renewed ferocity, mashing my face all about amidst the sweet wetness. More screams issued forth, as Arianna's entire body shook and trembled.

Arianna's sweet pussy contracted over my face, sucking back upon my face as she uttered a loud howl. Another contraction and another howl, again and again, with each powerful suck of my mouth upon her sweetest spot. This happened over and over several times, so that I lost count at twenty. Finally, Arianna's raging fury grew calm, and the screams drew down to exhausted groans. She released my head as her arms fell wearily to her side. I withdrew my face, grateful that we both survived this experience, and drew my body alongside hers. Sliding an arm around her ample belly, I kissed the lovely nipple of the mountainous breast lying next to me. Propped onto an elbow, I looked down upon the lovely face reclining in the bed of leaves, her sandy mane all tousled about her breasts and shoulders.

"Oh W-william," she panted, "my dear, sweet, wonderful, powerful William! What did you do to me, my love?"

"I am not entirely sure, O exquisite one," I replied, "perhaps you can tell me. Was that 'cunnilingus'?"

"Ohhh... it most assuredly was, my husband," Arianna gasped, "and you performed it with extreme perfection! It was... it was as though... oh my, words escape me... though it was sheer ecstasy! But I had no idea that such direct stimulation could be so... turbulent! We shall have to take great care in the future to not lightly tamper with that force of nature!"

"My heart," replied I, "it thrills me to no end to know that you and I have a future, and that I might have further opportunities to bring you such pleasure!"

My gorgeous bride gazed into my eyes with a serious, sober look of awe. She brushed back a lock of hair from my forehead, and stroked my head lovingly with her fingertips.

"My sweet Arianna," enthused I, "if this is what pleasing you entails, your rosebud shall remain a constant fixture in my mouth, and my tongue and lips shall ever embrace it!"

Arianna smiled and placed a soft kiss upon my lips. "As soon as you are quite ready, my beloved, I shall perform upon you a comparable fellatio! I will apply my own tongue and lips to the head of your cock to evoke orgiastic delights such as ne'er experienced by a man!"

"Oh my dear Lady, I am anxious for that moment," said I, "and bitterly regret that it must be deferred. But I shall count the moments! But what are these words you speak, I've heard no such terms from even the meanest sailor."

"Elaborate words, perhaps," replied Arianna, "but such are the tools of writers. 'Fellatio' is simply the Latin verb 'to suck.' And I did so enjoy sucking upon your mighty penis back on the shore, My King, and look forward to the next opportunity to do so again! Such a grand word is surely worthy of such a tremendous member as yours, my William!

"'Cunnilingus' is a word that means 'cunt licking.' While 'cunnilingus' sounds elegant to my ears, I do so despise that derivation. That root word was the favorite term used toward me by that villainous cur, my father, since I was a small girl. I hate that word as I hate him. But I do so like 'pussy'... it is a cute, soft word, just like a fluffy kitten, don't you agree?"

"I couldn't agree with you more, my heart" said I, taking special note to strike that common sailor's word from my vocabulary.

Arianna continued, "Oh my, I suppose there are also clinical terms such as 'vagina' and 'labia' that one can use, but those are not much fun, are they?"

"No, they surely are not, my beauty," said I, "but please tell, what was that rosebud in your sweet region that evoked such a reaction in you? I had no idea that such an organ existed."

"Oh ho! THAT, my dear William, is the 'clitoris,' and is perhaps the best kept secret among men, and also a great number of women as well. It is the seat of all female sexual pleasure and everything that satisfies a woman relates therewith."

"'Clitoris'... I had no idea that there was such a member. Do all women have one?"

"Yes, my beloved, we all do. But I have read that it can be very different from woman to woman in size, shape and concealment. Some are so small and well-hidden that even the woman herself may be unaware of it."

"Hmmm," said I, "another twist and turn in the labyrinth of understanding women!"

"Ah, but as you see, my sweet man," spoke the delightful one, "mine is very large and unconcealed. I hope that everything else about my body and my heart is similarly easy to understand, so that you should find very little hidden or mystifying about this woman!"

This I found to be true in the passing years of my marriage to this precious gem. For all her upper-crust good breeding, she was a simple and uncomplicated girl, and her desires and appetites, though considerable, were not difficult to comprehend.

"I am a bit shamed to confess..." spoke Arianna, hesitatedly, "but I would frequently touch my... my clitoris... while reading my erotic stories.... In this way, I would pleasure myself... but such was as nothing compared to the heights to which you just transported me, my dearest William!"

I replied, "You need never touch your rosebud again, my beauty, for I will count the moments 'til I can again transport you to those heights!" And with that, I planted another kiss upon those full red lips. I did not confess to Arianna at that particular time that I had spent many a time aboard ship touching my own member while thinking of her!

Arianna was visibly weary from the labors of this long day, which had begun with her ordeal in the sea. Her tinted lids grew heavy and soon covered over the brilliant green jewels set within her radiant face. I stared long at her as she floated off to sleep, a wonder to behold at rest, and the incredible bosom heaved gently with each deep breath.

Thus she lay as an angel, and I wondered if I were in her dreams. I was grateful for my good fortune to have shared love with this object of my deepest desire. Reminded of the earlier scene of her reclining so on the beach, senseless and near-drowned, I shuddered to imagine my fatal heartbreak had she not revived. I trembled further to imagine if the blessed storm had not cast us from the ship, and how this day and all subsequent miserable days might have otherwise transpired without these remarkable events.

I judged it to be well nigh three in the afternoon and decided to gather some supper while my angel rested. Night would fall early in this latitude, and the darkness would be complete, so we should partake of another meal while daylight prevailed.

Though I hated to be parted from Arianna for even a moment, I gently withdrew from our bed and set off, looking back frequently to insure that our chamber was undisturbed. I stopped briefly at the creek to wash my face and hands from the last lovemaking. Arriving quickly at the beach, the remains of our midday meal were as we had left them. I gathered up the leaves used in the place setting, along with all the remaining fruit and the flowers, including those of our floral garlands. I gathered all the utensils and metal implements into the tablecloth that had been Arianna's garment that morning. I also cleaned the site of all debris, including the rags of my breeches. I then smoothed the sand to remove all evidence of our habitation, in the event that the H.M.S Delight or any other ship would return to this beach and disturb our seclusion. I then quickly headed back to our love nest.

Arianna had not stirred in the slightest during my absence. I unfolded the tablecloth and draped it over her, in the hope that its thin fabric could provide her some comfort. I then set the leaves in the arrangement of my beloved's earlier place setting, though surely not as daintily as she would have set them. I also set the flowers all around, though they were already somewhat wilted from the heat of the day. I was saddened that the delicate flower that had earlier adorned Arianna's hair was now quite shriveled.

Taking inventory, a great number of fruits and nuts remained from our luncheon, but such would not make a sufficient meal to tide us over 'til morning. Our meal must needs be supplemented, and I set out to gather more food. Not wishing to leave my love unattended, I ventured for the nearest known location of food... the melon patch that contained the enchanted breast fruit.

It did not seem prudent to wreak further changes upon our bodies. Arianna already had difficulty walking with such massive mammaries. My cock was quite an annoyance at its current length, and would be dragging along the ground if it grew much longer. But the powerful aphrodisiac properties of the fruit produced such passionate sensations, I could not resist the temptation, especially since no other victuals could be readily procured. Perhaps tomorrow, if either of us could walk at all, we could conduct a more complete survey of our food supply, but for tonight, we should gain whatever sustenance as is available, come what may.

Into the Evening

I returned to our chamber with only a pair of melons and made the remaining preparations for our supper. The afternoon was growing longer, and I judged that less than two hours remained until sunset. I reclined onto the bed and cuddled up to the sleeping nude form of my bride. I slid an arm over her and caressed a massive breast, fondling an enormous nipple with my open hand. Leaning over her gorgeous face, I placed a gentle kiss upon her lovely lips.

At this my sleeping beauty stirred and opened her sleepy eyes. Upon seeing me, a bright, welcoming smile broke across her face. Arianna extended her arms above her head alluringly, arching her back and bending her legs in a seductive stretch.

"My King," she whispered, "you were the subject of a most pleasant dream!"

"I am honored, My Queen," spoke I, "as you are the embodiment of my own dreams come true!"

We kissed again, a most gentle kiss, as my lovely one revived from her nap. Arianna raised herself to sit up, causing her mammoth breasts to bounce and jiggle forwards and sideways.

"My lovely," said I, rising next to Arianna, and stretching an arm around the small of her waist. "The afternoon grows long and darkness will soon be upon us. It seemed wise to partake again of a meal before nightfall. I've prepared a supper for us while you slept."

"Most thoughtful of you, my dear," replied Arianna with a smile, "and what, pray tell, is on the menu?"

"Nothing original, I'm afraid. There were some remaining nuts and berries from our midday meal, which will soon perish if not eaten."

"And perchance some melon as well?" grinned Arianna, with a sensual smile.

"As a matter of fact, yes!" said I, returning her grin and inclining to give her another kiss.

"One thing about the melons, my voluptuous one.... I wonder if it be wise that we broach further... er, alteration? We might neither be able to even stand!"

Arianna turned to face me, and kneeling, grasped her tremendous bushel-sized teats and pressed them together and raised them, presenting the pink oranges of her nipples before my face.

"Really, my dear William," she spoke, with smoldering silkiness, "I can see in your eyes that you desire my massive teats to be even more gigantic, just as you can see in mine eyes that I wish you to have an even more enormous cock! This is our adventure together, to explore the extremities of this expansion, to survey these sexual frontiers... it is not a time for caution!"

"Oh, my lovely Lady, who could refuse you?" said I, grasping the quivering mounds and raising an enlarged nipple to my lips, swallowing it again and suckling, marveling again at the incredible softness that filled my mouth, caressed by my tongue. Arianna responded again with soft moans and a rolling of her beautiful, sandy-maned head, as she always responds when her tender, tingling nipples are suckled. I kissed and sucked the other enormous nipple, and then gently lowered the bountiful breasts. Arianna looked at me with a pout, my having stopped suckling too soon.

"Our supper, My Lady," said I, regarding our evening meal. "Perhaps I should serve you in bed?"

"That would be wonderful, My Lord," replied the gorgeous vision.

I quickly retrieved our victuals and returned with them to our bed. Kneeling before each other, I set out "plates" upon each other's thighs. I picked a berry from Arianna's plate and placed it in her mouth. In return, Arianna picked one from my plate, and placed it atop the velvet cleave separating her magnificent breasts. I eagerly buried my face into the creamy softness, rubbing my face therein for a time before retrieving the berry.

My cock grew partially erect at this provocation, and Arianna grasped it, and stroking it with both hands, drew it toward herself. I balanced a berry at the tip of my cock, and Arianna enclosed her mouth over the entire head, slathering her tongue all around before withdrawing her mouth to chew the berry.

The entire meal passed in this manner. Arianna placed all the fruits and nuts from my plate upon her lips, her navel, between her thighs, her toes, and of course, her succulent nipples and her sweet pussy. Never had I had such a delightful supper plate! Arianna was content to enjoy her meal from the tip of my cock, which, now fully replenished, grew longer and harder as her lips and tongue partook of each morsel.

Having finished with the fruits and nuts, we moved on to the main course. Grasping Arianna with one arm, I drew her soft body upon my lap, and her thighs parted to admit my thick cock, which stood straight up therebetween. Arianna extended an arm around my neck and leaned against me to press an enormous breast against my chest. Her other hand stroked the shaft of my cock, the head of which was nested in the soft ravine between the mountains of her teats.

Taking a large section of the breast melon, I brought a piece to Arianna's lips. One large bite and she instantly squealed forth with a moan of delight. So furiously did she devour the fruit that I feared for my fingers! Gasping through short, labored breaths, Arianna presented to me a melon piece. Upon first touch to my mouth, the now-familiar taste immediately wrought its powerful effects. Instantly, my heart raced mightily as my cock grew ever-taut. The sensation increased with each bite, enticed by the wiggling motion of Arianna's nethers against the base of my cock and the stroking of her fingers.

Snatching another piece, Arianna and I shared this piece, though I feared we would bite each other's faces as we greedily gobbled the fruit. She and I each grabbed another, and we smashed them against each other's mouths so that the milky juice ran about our faces and down our necks, consuming portions of the rind and even the shell in our exceeding haste.

The pounding of our hearts rang in our heads as her skin inflamed against my own. We both groaned and grunted our way through the remainder of the melons, as its potent effect coursed throughout our bodies. Arianna turned from my lap so as to kneel over my crotch, straddling my cock with the sweetness of her nether charms.

Arianna's hot pussy had oozed a slimy mess all over the base of my cock. She grabbed the throbbing member about the head and drew it against herself as a broomstick, rubbing her nethers up and down along the great shaft, loud moans issuing as she rode my cock with each stroke, and the twin bushels of her tremendous teats heaving powerfully up and down.

I wrestled my arms around the enormous mounds of hot, jiggling flesh and drew the pink orange of her nipple into my mouth. The heat of Arianna's nipple was so considerable, that I feared it might scald my tongue. I hung on through her bouncing and sucked prodigiously on the nipple as Arianna screamed with pleasure. Suddenly, I felt the soft nipple expand within my mouth so that my jaws were forced open. The fruit's enchantment taking firm hold, the soft flesh billowed out from around my arms so that I could barely hold onto Arianna's breasts.

Disgorging the nipple, Arianna's breasts were enlarging again so that the creamy flesh was pressing against my face. My Queen stopped bouncing as her entire form shuddered, her head lolling backwards under the effects of the fruit. I released the gigantic mams, which inflated to completely fill the space between our bodies, and extruded out the sides between us. My cock again felt as though it would burst, as Arianna's fingers clutched the shaft all around. With both hands, Arianna stroked my cock up and down, which enlarged even further as it became evermore thoroughly engorged.

I clasped a single breast of Arianna's with both my hands and drew it downward, kneading the soft, firm flesh as it swelled outward. Her breast seemed to stretch and become malleable in my hands, yielding to these tuggings by increasing in volume. Raising it again to my face, I sucked again upon the distended nipple, still afire as the expansive essence of the fruit coursed through her breast flesh. The nipple grew in my mouth with each great suckle, the thin flesh of her areole growing in commensuration as I stretched and squeezed the supple firmness of Arianna's gigantic breasts.

I did the same with the other teat, and in this way, worked Arianna's swollen breasts in my hands as a sculptor works the clay, fashioning my bride's huge teats into an even bigger and more lovely work of art. My efforts were rewarded with Arianna's appreciative gasps and groans, which accompanied every touch, and frequently caused her form to flinch and shudder as waves of pleasure rolled through her body.

During this time, Arianna was occupied with a work of her own, stroking and kneading the flesh of my cock, and pulling thereon to stimulate its growth. Kissing and sucking the great engorged head as she pulled upon it, my cock lengthened and thickened, becoming mightier and more powerful under Arianna's devoted attentions. The sensation was intense, as though I possessed a hundred cocks and that Arianna was somehow sucking them all at once. My own body shuddered under this assault as a great oak sprouted from my groin, somehow nearly encompassing the width of my abdomen. Overinflated by the mysterious fruit, my balls had swelled to the size of cantaloupes, filling with a plenteous quantity of seed.

Disengaging from her nipple, I spoke thusly to Arianna, saying, "Let me look at you, my Aphrodite."

Arianna resisted as I drew her face from the head of my cock. "My King!" said she, "I am not yet finished with the Royal Penis!"

"But I wish to observe your charms, My Queen!" replied I.

She yielded as I backed her away to allow some space to view her considerably mammoth teats. The incredible globes were now barrel-sized, and hung fully down upon the bed as she kneeled over my crotch. Her nipples were now as large grapefruits, each set amidst shiny areoles having the diameter of a porthole. Straddling me so, Arianna appeared to be only an enormous pair of teats, with head and shoulders set above. There was nothing left in my world besides Arianna's teats... nothing, that is, besides my own ever-monstrous cock.

The thick shaft towered upwards so that the head was at the level of Arianna's face, set upon a shaft over a half-foot in girth. The head itself was the size of a small pumpkin, not much smaller than Arianna's head. My Queen smiled sweetly at me and hugged the great head against her face, kissing it.

Reaching under one mammoth orb, I slung it up upon my shoulder, and did the same for the other. I inclined toward my wife and kissed her tenderly. Our faces resided in the deep gorge between her gigantic teats. Only the head of my cock shared this space as its heat was pressed firmly against her cool cheek. There we were, just the five of us... Arianna and I, my cock and her teats. Our mouths parted again and our tongues intertwined. I reached above to fondle the overripe nipples over my shoulders as she stroked my fiery tree trunk, each of us emitting heavy gasps and loud groans, our mutual excitement boiling over from this stimulation, barely able to contain our tongues within each other's mouths.

Unable to restrain herself any longer, Arianna disengaged from my face and turned her attentions to the head of my cock. Pulling herself upright, Arianna bore down upon my member with her fully open mouth, and forced her face hard upon it. Cradling her massive breasts in my arms, I reclined backwards, so that the creamy enormity of her teats rested heavily upon my chest. Grasping one breast with both arms, I pulled the pink grapefruit of her nipple over to my face and sucked powerfully thereupon. Arianna's tongue licked furiously at my cock as she sucked hard upon it with all her breath.

I sucking upon her giant nipple, and she sucking upon my cock, another great effort, and I drew the swollen nipple into my mouth, while somehow, the entire head of my cock entered Arianna's own mouth. A crashing wave of ecstasy coursed down through the length of my manhood as its head compressed impossibly into Arianna's eager mouth. The delectable softness of her nipple filled my mouth and embraced my tongue.

Arianna bobbed her head upon my cock, so that my cock head squeezed deeply into her mouth, and she pulled her head away so that it slid out of her mouth again. Her head bobbed up and down, as her fingers stroked and clutched at the smooth, hard shaft. Her whole body bounced with the bobbing rhythm of her head, sending crash upon crash of unbridled pleasure down my cock.

Gripping the other quivering creamy mound with both hands, I smashed it against my face while sucking prodigiously. Arianna groaned loudly with each renewed suckle. Suckling and suckling, and then...! A pop was felt from within her enormous breast, as though something had broken through! A torrent of milk flowed down through Arianna's nipple and into my mouth! A scream of delight pierced the air as Arianna momentarily released my cock, both of us startled by the milky flow and its intensity. And what sweet, creamy milk it was that my goddess had let down! The erotic ambrosia had an immediate effect, so that my cock grew even harder and more full of tender sensation, and even more responsive to my wife's touch.

Arianna's head dove atop my cock with a frenzy, her head bobbing furiously up and down, rubbing her wet pussy against its base as her whole body writhed and wiggled. With a supreme effort, I lifted the other breast onto my chest, and squeezed together the two velvety mounds so that my cock was pressed therebetween. Her head still bobbing and her hands still stroking the thick shaft, Arianna bounced her entire body to rub my cock amidst her soft cleave.

Bringing her other nipple to my face, I somehow managed to suck both great nipples into my mouth, producing in Arianna a muffled cry while my cock filled her own mouth. Suckling again for all I was worth, another pop was felt in the other breast, and another great stream was let down therefrom. I drew in the creamy flow, gulping down amidst Arianna's muffled yelps and whimpers. Never losing her stride, Arianna bobbed back and forth over my cock's head, arching her body with each stroke, the impossible cleft of her mams caressing the extended length of my cock's shaft as the wetness of her pussy stroked at its base.

I lay there, nursing at the mountainous teats of this most sensual, seductive woman, who was wildly sucking at my cock, verily disbelieving my good fortune. Another great gush filled my mouth, another muffled cry from My Queen, her mouth filled with my cock, wave upon pleasurable wave came breaking down hard upon my shore, hot fluids collecting in my balls as a powerful rumble built in intensity. A final heave from My Queen, one great ultimate suck, and the length of my cock trembled and shook.

An eruption as from a volcano of flesh, and a mighty flood issued forth, from the swollen head of my cock, and into my lovely lady's mouth.

"MMMMM!!!!" murmured my bride, as my hot cream gushed into her waiting mouth.

Arianna made a large gulping sound as a second copious gush squirted into her mouth. My body convulsed so that I lost my hold on her breasts. Great flows of milk rushed out over my head and shoulders. I now could see Arianna's face as it remained affixed to my cock.

"OOOOO-mmmm" gasped Arianna, in between gushes, as she lovingly swallowed my ejaculate. But the flow from my cock did not abate. A third gush and a fourth came quickly. Arianna's emerald eyes snapped open wide, and she appeared startled. She could not now swallow quickly enough to keep apace and her cheeks bulged out as the next gush squirted into her mouth.

Another gush and another, and still my bloated balls were not yet drained. Arianna gasped for breath and the seal of her lips over my cock was broken. The next great gush splatted fully into her face.

"WILLIAM! *gasp*" she cried, "Make it stop! *gulp*! WWWWIIIIILLLLLIIIIAAAAMMMM!!!!!"

But there was no stopping the great hot splats that squirted into My Queen's face. My body twitched and convulsed helplessly, as I lay there barely conscious, blown afar by a storm of ecstasy, as the melon-driven squirts unloaded into her face, gumming up her hair, and dripping onto her shoulders and down onto her breasts. Arianna grabbed my cock with both arms and clutched it to her face, trying vainly to hang on until the storm of ejaculate was quite finished erupting from the great oak from my loins.

Another squirt, and another splat, the thick, white cream beslimed my bride's beautiful face as it splashed and splatted again and again. Finally, the bloated balls ran dry and the torrent of ejaculate abated. Still hanging on, with my cock pressed against her cheek, Arianna spoke.

"I-is it finally over?" she inquired, meekly.

I lay there, unable to respond, my entire body depleted from this latest exertion.

"Wlliam?" Arianna asked, "My dear? Hello?"

"Yes, My Queen," I croaked. Arianna's face was completely coated in thick, white drippings as she clutched my huge cock against the side of her head. Her hair had long streaks of the white goo. Sticky, white masses were piled upon her shoulders and great splotches were splattered upon the tops of her breasts. The sight might have ridiculous had it been any other than the beauteous face of my Arianna. Only her gorgeous green eyes and the straight, white teeth could be discerned through the drippy goop, yet her innate beauty was undisturbed.

"Oh William, that was completely exhilarating!" enthused Arianna, as a broad smile beamed across her splattered face. Apparently, there was no sexual activity that we might contemplate that she would not thoroughly enjoy.

Releasing her arms from around my cock and removing it from the side of her head, her next act surprised me. A gooey pile of semen remained at the head of my cock. Arianna placed her mouth over the tip of my cock and slurped it up!

"Oh my, William," she spake, "I had no idea that your seed would taste so good!"

She then licked all around my cock, cleaning off the last remaining splatters. She then scooped the semen from her face with her fingers, saying, "It is as cream, a very tasty dessert!"

I puzzled over these remarks, but was happy in any event that my bride enjoyed the taste of my ejaculate. Arianna wrung the seed out of her hair, and scooped it off shoulders and breasts, slurping it from her hands. When she had swallowed it all, she then set about licking her fingers. Arianna's love for swallowing my seed has never abated, after all the years of our marriage upon this Isle.

A bit of milk still dribbled from her enormous nipples, and so I set my mouth to them once again to suckle forth. A warm and gentle stream of milk now flowed again into my mouth, in place of the earlier deluge. From that day forward, Arianna's breasts maintained an ample supply of lactation at all times, and it has been my great satisfaction to suckle often throughout each day.

"My lovely Arianna," spoke I, finally, "you did indeed perform a most wonderful fellatio! Your tongue and lips surely evoked orgiastic delights such as ne'er experienced by a man!"

Arianna reclined at my side, resting her massive mams upon my chest. "It is my honor to please you in this way, My King," spoke the voluptuous vision with great earnestness.

"This has been a wondrous day, my William. I had no idea that such experiences were possible among men and women!"

"Ah, My Queen, again, such ecstatic experiences are not normally the way among men and women! It is this strange melon, these remarkable breast fruits, that possess some peculiar virtue... I think not an enchantment, but rather a constituent within its makeup, that has caused these changes in our persons."

"Perhaps so... but what shall we do now?" inquired Arianna, "I doubt if I could now even stand with these... milk barrels... hanging from my chest! And I am rather sticky!"

"Hmmm," I pondered, "we did discuss this beforehand, didn't we? Well, the first order is to help My Lady once again become clean!"

With that, I helped Arianna out of our bed and to her feet. Her mammoth globes reached down to her knees, and the small effort taken to stand set the enormous orbs swinging heavily from side to side. She lost her footing while attempting to stand, and I caught her as she began to stumble.

"Right," quipped Arianna, regaining her balance, "that is what we feared might happen!"

"Allow me, My Queen," spoke I, and squatted down to scoop up the massive breasts.

"If you could please restrain them, my dear," said I, whereupon Arianna took them from my arms with her own, and held them steadily aloft. I then grasped My Lady about the legs and back and lifted her again into my arms. Arianna's breasts filled her lap and rested against her thighs, and she clutched at them tightly lest they escape.

I then carried Arianna to the place where the creek crossed the path to the beach. I dared not return to the pool as the hour was growing late and the rays of the late afternoon sun slanted through the trees. We could not chance becoming caught up in another romantic interlude in the water, and risk being stranded for the night in the darkness away from our bed.

The flaccid cock now reached to my feet and dragged along the ground as I walked. I took care as I carried my precious cargo, lest I step on my own limp member and trip over it. While the breast fruit gave us a most passionate experience this day, these alterations have proved to be very impractical for any activities other than sexual.

I reached the creek at the clearing before the beach. The shadows were growing quite long as the rosy sun descended. Lowering my bride, we both kneeled at creekside as I washed her. Rinsing water upon her head, I carefully scrubbed the remainder of the now-crusted ejaculate from her face and hair. I washed her shoulders and her breasts once again, continuing to marvel at the creamy softness of her fleshy mounds, until Arianna was fresh and clean once again.

"William, oh do let us watch the sunset!" asked Arianna. I was unsure, as the path was already quite dark through the thick brush, and did not wish us to be stranded upon the beach after nightfall. But I could not resist the pleading of those verdant eyes, and I relented.

I carried my love to a place on the beach with a western view, as the great luminary approached the sea. Seating her soft bottom upon my lap, I cradled her exquisite breasts under one arm and fondled the pink grapefruits of her bloated nipples as the rosy sun dipped lower, the sound of the crashing waves filling our ears. The sky became all shades of gold and orange, and this evening glow painted a wondrous color upon Arianna's face and skin. My wife cupped my penis in her hands and gazed into my eyes once again.

"William, on this day, with you on this Isle, has my every dream come true. I could not imagine a more wonderful birthday."

"My beautiful Arianna!" I exclaimed, "Today is your birthday?"

"Yes my love," spoke My Queen, "I am eighteen years old this day."

"My dearest heart! I wish you would have told me this before! I would have treated this as your special day!"

"My strong, mighty King William," Arianna replied, "there is nothing more you could have done to make this day any more special than it was. For you yourself were the greatest gift I have ever received."

What could I say to express my gratitude to this perfect female? I drew my bride close and we shared a gentle kiss as the sun disappeared beneath the waves. Arianna's head reclined against my shoulder, my hand stroking her nipples, we bathed in the bright glow of dusk, and in the afterglow of a full day of heated sexual passion.

As the twilight began to deepen, I helped my wife again to stand, and she carefully held her breasts to prevent the heavy pendular swinging. She now clasped my limp cock against her breasts as I lifted her again, thus relieving me of the penile obstacle on our path back to our chamber. In this way, I carried my bride back to our new home, the first of many happy nights together spent castaway upon this deserted Isle.

In the waning light, I found our bed and lowered Arianna thereupon, and curled up beside her. Her enormous breasts pressed against the full length of my torso, her gigantic nipples pressed against my chest, as I set my limp cock into the softness therebetween. In this way, we shared our heat in the warm tropical evening.

I reclined against Arianna's nude form, remembering only that morning when I constructed the bed, hoping that perhaps a day might come when I might share it with the beautiful Arianna. I had no notion that this very night would be spent in this same bed, embracing Arianna's firm yet supple breasts. Now the fatigue of the long day's adventures fell heavily upon my resting limbs. I kissed Arianna once more, as I began to lose sight of her lovely face in the gathering darkness.

"Goodnight, my beautiful Arianna," said I, "This has been an incredible day spent with you, this first day of our marriage."

"Goodnight to you, my handsome William," replied the gorgeous one. "Thank you again for making a woman of me this day. I wish for many long years together in your arms. Pleasant dreams, my love."

Upon speaking these words, a heavy breath escaped the lovely lips, followed by another as a peaceful sleep fell immediately upon Arianna. And upon this realization did a deep slumber overtake me as well.

The Morning and Thereafter

Pleasant indeed were my dreams, filled as they were with visions of my beloved. In my dreams, we were aboard ship once again, and the storm again raged upon deck. Except this time, it was Arianna and I alone amidst the rocking and pitching of the waves. She looked at me and I at her, and we ran to each other, grasping in a close embrace. Our lips locked and tongues intertwined, exploring the depths of each others' mouths as we were lashed by the wind and waves.

I then gripped Her Ladyship's blouse with both hands and rent it apart. I then tore at the sleeves and collar and skirt, ripping these away. Her Ladyship shrieked with delight and tore at my own shirt. I then applied myself to tearing away her chemise and petticoats, the ship tilting to one side and then the other. As each scrap of clothing was torn away and another restraint removed, the Lady's breasts seemed to swell, as though released from the stifling layers of her garments. Her teats became as cantaloupes, then enlarged to honeydews, as each garment was stripped away. As the Lady lost her bloomers and corset, her breasts had become as gallon jugs.

Finally shredding through her bodice, a crack of lightning illuminated the scene, and her mammoth mams were revealed as creamy, white watermelons, nipples as pink plums. Her Ladyship tore away my breeches in one swift motion, as the deck lunged, felling us both upon the deck, her soft form landing upon mine. Torrents of rain cascaded down as Her Ladyship pressed her creamy melons against my chest, sliding them down over my wet chest until her face was at my crotch. In one great swallow, her mouth fully inhaled my gigantic cock, her head bobbing upon it back and forth in the rhythm of the ship as it tossed furiously upon the waves.

So vivid and intense was this dream that it disturbed my sleep, and I stirred, still feeling the full sensation of Arianna's mouth upon my member. I then opened my eyes to a beautiful island morning, becoming instantly aware that Arianna was actually sucking my cock! Never had I been roused in such a pleasurable manner! I reached down to hold the lovely head, bobbing upon my cock, and ran my fingers through her thick, sandy hair. Her mouth popped off my cock, and a broad smile crossed the beautiful visage.

"Good morning, William," chirped Arianna, "did you sleep well?"

"Never have I enjoyed such rest, my beautiful Arianna, such as to lie beside you," said I.

Arianna crawled upon my reclining form to face me, and we shared a hot kiss of morning passion, our tongues intertwining again. After a time, Arianna pulled away and sat up upon my chest.

"Look, William!" said she. Amazingly, her breasts had shrunken during the night, though they were now by no means small. They were reduced once again to creamy white watermelons, and her nipples were again as pink plums set amidst saucer-sized areoles, just as they had appeared in my dream. I was relieved that the effects of the breast fruit were not permanent... at least not in the greatest extreme. Arianna's breasts remained this size thereafter and never became any smaller in all our days together since. I determined that this was the ideal breast size for my love... large enough to stoke the fires of my lustful passion, but not so large as to become an awkward encumbrance in the other times. Though we would often partake of the enchanted fruit, so that her teats would again grow again to outlandish proportions, I was content to have them as such this the majority of the time.

As I reached to caress the pink plums, intense stimulation filled my bulging manhood, and I became aware that the erect shaft was again restored to over a foot in length, and exceeding two inches fat, set atop with an engorged head the size of a lemon. Indeed, such a member as this should be more than sufficient to satisfy my wife's considerable needs. And indeed it was! Refreshed from her night's rest, Arianna was very ready for another go.

A fresh morning of moans commenced as my hands fondled the firm flesh of Arianna's breasts. Her full hips gyrated upon my abdomen as Arianna rubbed the wetness of her nethers all about my swollen cock. Falling forward upon me, her hands rested upon my shoulders as her mammoth mams flopped into my face. The she-lion returned as Arianna rolled her teats around into my face, and swung them back and forth so as to smack them furiously across my face.

Grasping the wondrous orbs, I squeezed them together and kneaded them, rubbing them against my face. Arianna moaned with pleasure at this touch, mouth agape and rolling her head back as she always does, in the alluring, sensuous manner that drives me to frenzy.

My mouth enclosed upon a swollen nipple, and Arianna yelped with delight. Drawing the other nipple together into my mouth, Arianna gasped loudly. I suckled upon the marvelous teats, drawing and drawing until... yes! until the sweet cream flowed down once again. Arianna shrieked with ecstasy as her breasts let down twin streams of lactation. She rubbed her flowers back and forth across my cock, smearing her wetness all around, and I joined in this motion, rubbing my inflated cock against her sweetest pussy.

Finally, we both drew our parts back together and stroked them forward in unison, and my hard cock slid fluidly into her hot wetness. Arianna convulsed with a scream at the penetration of the hard shaft. Once inside, her pussy felt as though possessed of a number of tongues that caressed the surface of my cock as it stroked back and forth therewithin.

Sucking furiously upon her milk-laden teats, Arianna's body shuddered with each powerful stroke, amidst stuttering gasps. I drew her body to myself, and she collapsed against my chest, pinning the enormous teats to my face. My engorged member stroked deeply within her nethers, and her body trembled rhythmically while I held her close, accompanied by her mounting cries.

A thrust, and another, a deeper thrust, a harder thrust, Arianna's scream, another scream, another draw of milk, another swallow, back and forth and back again, and then the great head of my cock exploded within her pussy. Surging upwards through the length of the shaft, a great gush of my seed poured forth into the hot wetness of her garden. Another outburst from my love, and another gush, followed by still more, so that Arianna's pussy overflowed, the stickiness dripping down upon my balls.

My cock finally coming to rest, Arianna lay limp upon me, seeming already depleted, though the day had only just begun. She sat up upon my chest with her elbows, withdrawing her nipples from my mouth, and squeezed her breasts together between her arms. She gazed at me lovingly, as she always does after the intensity of our lovemaking. She took my face in both hands and looked at me intently, saying:

"Oh William, you are my master! What manner of man are you to inflict such ecstasy upon me at each and every opportunity! My dearest husband, I shall love you all my days!"

"And I shall always love you, my gorgeous," I replied. "I am the happiest man alive to have a wife such as you!"

We always speak to each other in this way after coupling, and the joy that Arianna and I share, the pleasure we give to each other, is boundless. In this way, did we begin our second day on our Isle. After partaking in a breakfast of fruits (which did not include the breast melons), we set out together to explore our new home.

Our Isle is a very small place, perhaps two miles across. It is covered with thick brush and filled with a great variety of fruits, vegetables, seed and nut-bearing plants, along with many edible roots. It is also rich in spices, with which Arianna has made many tasty meals. The breast melons grow everywhere, and we have estimated that we could eat up to twenty melons a week without noticeably depleting the supply. Flowers grow everywhere on our idyllic little Isle, in many shockingly brilliant colors. These are pollinated by the butterflies, which flit around all over the Isle. We have not encountered any biting or stinging insects whatsoever, or any flying or crawling creatures that even pose a nuisance.

A considerable quantity of bamboo and hardwood is easily available. Though difficult work with only rough tools, I have fashioned a great number of amenities, such as hardwood chairs and tables, a dresser and a proper bed frame for my beautiful Arianna.

There is a shallow lagoon on the far side of the Isle, and Arianna and I have spent many pleasurable hours of lovemaking in that lagoon. The lagoon is an abundant source of fish and shellfish, and we have been able to enjoy a great variety of victuals from the sea.

The hillside over the pool and our chamber leads up a gently-sloping hill, about one hundred feet in height. It would appear that this hill is a small extinct volcano, which accounts for the richness of the black soil and the varied abundance of the plant life.

There is a clearing at the top of the hill, with a spectacular panoramic view of the sea. Arianna and I frequently ascend the hill, often to observe the sunset and the moonrise and enjoy the ecstasies of each other's bodies under the open sky. Many a happy hour has been spent watching the sun descend while suckling a gigantic teat, or with Arianna sucking upon my huge cock. I even installed another bed at this site that we may lay naked together and sleep out in the open under the stars, feeling the warm tropical breezes upon our skin.

Many a joyous night has been spent in each other's arms at our "chalet" on the hilltop, enraptured in conjugal pleasures. Never in all our visits to the heights of our chalet have we ever seen sign of a ship or other evidence of man at sea. It is as though we are marooned at a remote corner of the earth, secluded in an island paradise of love.

With bountiful wood and tinder, there is no difficulty in making fire, and we've regularly enjoyed hot meals. We have even been able to fashion a kiln and prepare pottery. A fine clay from near the pool has produced some adequate porcelain. It addition to proper plates, cups and jugs, we've fashioned clay cooking platters for frying fish with vegetables.

With proper storage containers, we've been able to make wine from the various fruits. These have all served our needs nicely. However, the wine of the breast fruit we reserve for special occasions, such as Arianna's birthday, our anniversary. The distilled, fermented essence of this wondrous fruit produces a madness of intoxicated carnal pleasure, and causes our sexual parts to bloat to such an extent that we nearly lose ourselves among them. This elixir causes Arianna's teats to become so massive that I cannot encircle them with my open arms, and can barely fit an entire single nipple into my mouth.

In such a state, my seed does not run dry and my manhood goes not limp, and Arianna's soft nethers open into a cavern to receive my engorged and distended member. We can maintain many continuous hours of unbridled thrusting and create such copious quantities of milk and semen that we nearly drown each other. Afterward, we are so depleted that we must lay resting all the next day in utter crapulous exhaustion. But such times spent with my Venus are gloriously transcendent, suckling and fucking in an unrestrained orgy of insane lascivious ecstasy. Nonetheless, we also treasure the unaltered times, without the influence of the fruit, when we couple as do other men and women, who are not endowed with the enchanted melon.

As with any tropical shore, our Isle is rimmed with coconut trees. We have used the coconuts for food and also to protect my wife's fair skin from the harsh rays of the sun. Since our earliest days, I've slathered coconut all over Arianna's body to keep her skin soft and smooth. Afterwards, I lick all the coconut meat from her skin and waste not the food value of the plant.
Naturally, My Queen's breasts receive most of my attentions, though I slather and lick every inch of her body, from her face and neck, her shoulders, back, belly, bottom, thighs, calves, feet and toes, for I love this body of hers, and especially the soul of the woman who inhabits it. Later, we learned to process the oil of the coconut and use that to protect Arianna's skin, and for cooking, making soap, and a great number of other uses.

Following this treatment and by limiting her direct exposure to the sun's rays, Arianna's skin has taken on a shade as burnished bronze, darker than her natural pale white color of our early days upon the Isle. I find this tanned color to be even more vivacious and arousing, especially upon her mammoth breasts, as her pink nipples have become more shiny and slightly tinged with brown.

Under the oil regimen, Arianna's skin still possesses its creamy quality and has never lost any of its softness. Under the influence of the sun's rays and the sea salt, Arianna's thick hair has become streaked with golden strands. With our tropical diet and increased activity, Arianna's chubby body has lost some of its plumpness, as her limbs have become more lean.

These changes only add to her erotic allure, and I find my voluptuous vixen to be even more irresistible than ever with each passing day. I seek any small reason to touch and fondle her throughout the day, as she does with me. Though there has been much work to do to insure our comfort and survival upon this Isle, there hardly passes a minute when we are not touching one another in some way. And naturally, such touching inevitably leads to kissing, which leads to greater intimacy. I imagine that hardly an hour of any day passes when my cock is not found within Arianna's mouth, or her nipples or rosebud within mine. Though not all these tender affections lead to their completion, we do engage in a variety of conjugal acts throughout each day, at least two or three times.

Arianna and I are together at all times and share every moment, never being apart. And I enjoy every moment spent with my beloved Arianna. We never have had a dispute, and we never exchange unkind words. Our shared kindness and submission to one another and devotion to each other's pleasure and happiness always cuts short any potential conflict that might arise. We also tease one another and frequently share mirth, finding joy in all things together.

Though we lack the variety of comforts available in the civilized world, I have never heard a word of complaint or regret from the lovely Arianna. She never gives voice to anything but happiness and satisfaction. She remains grateful to be free of the shackles of her father and her former life and takes a girlish joy in our unrestrained romping, our open nudity in the sun and surf, and in our tropical seclusion. I am the most fortunate of men to possess such a remarkable woman. I sometimes gaze out upon the sea and wistfully recall those years when I did truly love sailing thereon. However, an hour spent ashore with Arianna exceeds all my lonely years of the sailor's life.

The Isle also contained great quantities of a flaxen plant that grows quickly and replenishes itself when cut. We use this plant to create quantities of cloth for many uses, though such work is laborious and takes much time. We have fashioned towels and other cloths for cleaning ourselves, especially for the sticky aftermath of coital relations. We have also made bedding and pillows and a covering for the night time, for our chamber and also our chalet.

Though we can always remain naked in comfort in this warm climate, we eventually came to appreciate the value of clothing. Garments offer additional protection from the sun, and would also be a practical necessity, should we ever be cursed with the arrival of a vessel. I would not wish for any villains to come ashore and discover my Arianna with her charms revealed. So we fashioned some garments for ourselves, some to be worn as we desired, and others secured in caches throughout our Isle. I also prepared defenses to protect my wife if need be in the event of any such landing party.

We immediately discovered that, though we greatly enjoyed our continual nakedness together, it was great fun to get undressed! I took great pleasure in creating garments of different styles for my Arianna. One modest ensemble includes a loose-fitting, long-sleeved blouse of a thick linen that hangs down to her hips, accompanied by a long skirt that reaches her ankles, and includes sandals fashioned from a course hemp. These clothes provide abundant protection from the sun and a modest covering in the event of unwelcome visitors.

More exciting is a short dress of a thin, sheer linen that only reaches to Arianna's thighs and barely covers her bottom. The dress is gathered at her tiny waist and billows out at her hips and chest, especially allowing ample room at the top to accommodate her expanding breasts. A pair of straps affix to the top and drape over Arianna's shoulders, which otherwise remain bare and allow a low view of the tops of her breasts and the cleave therebetween.

But the garment I find the most arousing is a simple long skirt that rides low about her hips to reveal one leg, and a thin, sheer cloth that gathers about her breasts and secures along the sides, both fastened, naturally, with slippery knots. In this way, my Arianna is only minimally covered enough to entice my desire, and then these clothes are quickly removed during our love play.

In this manner have Arianna and I remained for the last five years since being cast away from the H.M.S. Delight, the king and queen of our own secluded island paradise. In all this time, the only human evidence we have encountered was a box that recently washed ashore, having a water-tight, metal-lined interior. Inside this box was a book with blank pages, a bottle of ink, and several metal pens. It is this book upon which this Tale of Our Isle is written, from which you are presently reading.

Among Arianna's very few regrets upon our Isle was the lack of books. She especially missed her scandalous stories and the thrill she would obtain from such reading. To please her, I would often recite aloud for her the story of our first day upon this Isle, which would assuredly provoke within her a fresh erotic response. In this manner, each minute detail of that first day of our island passion has been maintained in our memory all these years.

At first, finding a blank book seemed a cruel joke, yet we quickly realized that here was the means to record our very own scandalous story, that My Queen might read therefrom at her leisure, and perhaps read aloud to me. So I set about reciting our tale for my love, and recording the details as our recollections agree, until all the pages were filled. Mind, this task has taken considerable time to complete, frequently interrupted as it were by lengthy, lusty interludes.

Another of Arianna's few regrets is that, after five years of continuously planting my seed into her well-watered garden, no harvest has yet grown forth. It would seem that the very melon that feeds our impulses has starved our fertility. The melon is plentiful and is thus a staple of our sustenance, and we cannot omit it from our diet. For only this sole reason have we pondered one day leaving our island kingdom and returning to the civilized world, that my lioness might raise a pride of cubs of her own.

The pages of this journal are nearly filled, and the story must needs be concluded. If a ship of amiable gentlemen were to ever arrive upon this shore, and grant my wife and I safe passage, only then would we venture herefrom to America, and seek a home in the Stoney Mountains of the Colorado country. In that event, I should hope that this most personal of journals would never fall into the hands of another, that my wife's honor in the wider world be preserved. If anyone ever does discover this manuscript, please preserve our confidence, that my wife and I may live out our days in peace. But at least know of the deep love we share, manifest in the conjugal joys exchanged with My Beautiful Queen Arianna, and especially my love play with her magnificent expanding breasts.

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This story was found in a hand-written book contained in a metal-lined box. It was discovered by Allied forces on a deserted, uncharted island in the Pacific theater, buried several feet underground, during a routine minesweeping operation. Naturally, it was a great source of amusement to the servicemen. No remains of human habitation could be located on this island, and there was no evidence of a wild melon matching the description from the book.

However, a soldier in the unit from Colorado told of an old pioneer mountain couple, Bill and Annie Gillingham, who were very reclusive, and raised 14 children on their remote homestead. According to local legend, Annie Gillingham was beautiful in the extreme, and had the biggest tits of any woman in the territory, like a giant pair of watermelons. Even as an old lady, Annie was still considered desirable by even the young men. Old Bill Gillingham was considered the luckiest man alive, for his beautiful Annie was fiercely devoted to him, and never even spoke directly to other men.

The legend went on to tell that the daughters of the mothers of the daughters in Annie's line are famous for also having big tits like their matron, owing to a special family secret. Many of the wives of the sons of the fathers in Bill's line also mysteriously grew gigantic tits after marrying into the family. The soldier's fiance' was a daughter of this family, and every man in the unit asked to meet her sisters.

The location of this island is now lost, and has not been rediscovered in the wake of nuclear testing in the area by the French in the 1960s.

(The story is illustrated with pages from the sketchbook of Grandpa Bill Gillingham. The sketchbook was discovered many decades later by his adult grandchildren in a remote chamber of the family vault. This chamber contained several journals and other papers written by him and Grandma Annie that record their early adventures.)