This journal, one of many such journals, was discovered among the personal effects of William and Arianna Gillingham by their grandchilden, including their granddaughter Mabel, my great-grandmother. The journals had been long lost, sealed in a forgotten chamber of the family vault, and were not discovered until decades after the disappearance of Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie. These journals, along with Grandpa Bill's sketchbook, have been a source of fascination to our family for generations. The recovery of their island journal, "The Tale of Our Isle," in 1945 by my Uncle Fred shed considerable light on the mysteries surrounding our enigmatic forebears and their earliest adventures. This journal is illustrated with pages from the sketchbook of Grandpa Bill, which was also discovered at the same time as the journals.

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A Journal of Our Voyage at Sea
-- Arianna Gillingham --

March 3

It is now our third day at sea aboard the good ship Helios. Captain Penton has been very kind and hospitable, and his crew, perfect gentlemen of the highest calibre, impeccably polite and respectful. Captain Penton's wife Millicent is aboard, along with their delightful five-year-old daughter, Henrietta. Millie and I have become fast friends, which has greatly relieved my sorrow and assisted in my transition back into human society, following our long seclusion and the tragic but timely departure from our home of many years.

My husband William and I had been the sole inhabitants of an idyllic island paradise. Oh, how my heart aches to recall our lost home! How I miss it so! It was a verdant land of abundant flowers, the sweetest fruit, and colorful butterflies flitting about. There we lived for so long, all alone upon Our Isle, where we had shared our love. William and I enjoyed a freedom known to few lovers, if any, for we were free to express our love in any way, at any time, in any place about Our Isle.

Far removed from prying eyes, the entire Isle was our marriage chamber. We were free to give our bodies to one another under the sun, to share conjugal pleasures among the warm tropical breezes, and to embrace each other close amidst the cool waters. We went about in nudity nearly at all times, and no clothing at all touched our skin for many years. Free of all constraint and inhibition, we passed each day with our limbs entwined, our mouths incessantly engaging one another's secret parts, days passed in wild abandon, each of us giving fullest pleasure to the other and receiving fullest pleasure in return. Oh! How difficult a thing to return to civilization! How hard to now restrain our passion each day after so long apart from the company of others!

To me, William is so much more that a mere husband. He has been my closest friend, my sole companion, my lover, my playmate, my king and my subject, my servant and my master, the source of all joy. He is the heart that sustains my life, the sun that lights my day. We are as though conjoined persons, as if sharing a single mind. We possess a mutual understanding that requires no words, though we speak simply to delight hearing in one another's voices. Though William is my lover, he is such a lover as no woman has ever known, or could ever know!

It is indeed my greatest joy and deepest desire to give pleasure to my William. His manhood is an ongoing source of wonderment, a tall, thick stalk of rigid flesh. I seek every opportunity to place William's penis within my mouth, to feel its fervent heat against my lips, and its fleshy taste upon my tongue. I love to lavish William's member with my eager mouth, circling my tongue all around every tender contour, to suck thereupon and impart to him the fullest erotic satisfaction.

And how I so love the sensation of William's enormous cock within my nethers, to have its monstrous head plow the furrow of my secret place, and feel the explosion when he plants his seed deep within my garden! I have at all times an insatiable desire for William's penis, to have it in my mouth, and up inside my person! I never tire of our frequent sexual encounters and would remain coupled with him at all times, if only his powerful member were thus capable. Oh, and how I love to tell him of these things! And to finally write these words, as I've longed to do for so long! I am so grateful for paper and pen, at long last, so that I may now write of my mighty love for my William!

My William loves to touch my breasts, and I love when he touches them. Full and firm, yet soft and yielding, my enormous mams hang down heavily to my hips as I stand, and fill into my lap as I sit. William loves to play with my huge teats, lifting them and squeezing them, kneading them with his fingers, compressing them together and separating them, lifting them and lowering, whilst gliding his hands all round their creamy smoothness. I am crazed with pleasure at his every touch, and driven to a sensual madness by his erotic embrace!

The pliant flesh of my teats is so tender and full of sensation, but most especially my nipples. Swollen but soft, my nipples tingle constantly with sexual excitement. These engorged knobs of softest flesh are caressed at all times by each warm ocean breeze, and every cool current of the sea water. But it is for my William alone that my nipples tingle, and they explode in a torrent of ecstasy at his every small touch. His great joy and pleasure is to draw my nipples into his mouth, to stroke them gently with his lips and tongue, and to suckle mightily thereupon 'til they let down a milky flow! Indeed, my William suckles at my breasts many times throughout each day, and I am enraptured with ravishment at each occurrence.

Then there is the delightful love fruit! Our Isle had once been full of an enchanted melon that caused my bosom to swell and billow forth, and made William's member to grow into a long and thick trunk, so that we might more fully delight in our shared passion. Partaking of the melon, my heart would race and flutter, clouding my thoughts and addling my head with an unbridled passion for my man William. So full of sensation are our tender parts under the influence of the fruit! How it makes our organs to tingle and tremble with excitement, and engorge far beyond the extent of nature!

How the blood would surge, opening floodgates within my bosom, making my breasts to become swollen and inflate to a considerable size. Each beat of my heart pumps my teats larger, becoming taut as they fill, relaxing again between each racing beat, and stretching taut again with the next. The great spheres extend from my chest, protruding ever forward and descending lower beyond my hips, growing ever-heavier whilst increasing enormously in diameter.

How do the tumescent teats expand so? From whence comes the flesh that fills them, or the heaviness they gain as they increase? And whither does this flesh go as they shrink back again? What is the mechanism whereby my female charms expand so incredibly? These things I know not, but I simply know that my mams do grow, to the rapturous jubilance of my husband and myself!

Oh, what pain as my teats enlarge! What excruciating torment at the filling and stretching, as though my mounds of creamy flesh might burst! But also, what deliciously euphoric entrancement! How every nerve therein ignites with orgiastic sensation! And how my nipples do so tingle furiously, and unleash a fervent heat! It would be as torture of the worst agony if not for my William! As my teats swell far beyond their natural bounds, my William cups them and cradles them and squeezes them all about, so that the expanding flesh extrudes from between his strong fingers, sending pulsations of pleasance therethrough! It is as though I become nothing more than a giant pair of distending mammaries, tipped with quivering pink paps that explode with delight when suckled upon by my master, William!

And once my nipples are suckled within his lips and lavished against his tongue, do his hands explore all around my form, fingers mussing my hair, palms caressing my back, softly stroking my legs, all along my thighs and calves. I recline my form upon that of my man, my massive breasts lying along either side of his head, with his face buried in the deep ravine therebetween. How then does William squeeze my bum, reaching his strong arms from behind, and fondle my flowers tenderly, and all the soft parts therein! It is as though I ascend above this world to sail among the clouds, blown far away upon amorous storms of ardour!

When not engaged in this love play, my beloved husband would attend to my every desire, for he is so very talented in many diverse arts. Though our existence was utterly primitive, working with merely the crudest tools, my William provided us with every imaginable comfort. Any whim that has ever entered my mind, William has worked tirelessly to contrive a fulfillment. On the day we were first cast away upon Our Isle, before we had even consummated our love, my William vowed that he would care for me. And care for me is what he has done, each and every day thereafter.

My man William maintains a constant focus upon my needs. As an example, he has gone to great labors to guard my fair skin from the harsh rays of the tropical sun. In his extensive knowledge, he knew that the oil of the coconut offers protection from the sun's blazing rays. Though we long since learned to distill the raw oil, William and I prefer his original method of treating my skin.

William would climb the palm trees along the shore, and cut free a coconut for me. He would split open a pod to extract the nut, and give to me a portion of the delicious milk to drink, saving none for himself. Leaving some milk within the nut, William would scrape away the oily coconut meat, and make a slurry of shredded coconut in its own milk. He would then lather it upon my skin, applying the coconut mash to my face, down upon my neck and onto my shoulders, and upon my arms and back, working the oily fluid into my skin, to soften and protect.

Then my William would come to my breasts. William enjoys lavishing his most special attentions upon my breasts. My man would squeeze my breasts and fondle my nipples, rubbing the coconut all round, to drive the oil deeply into the flesh, thereby evoking my gasps and groans, bringing me to the summit of ecstasy.

Then my William would make me to lay down and smear the coconut slurry all round my lower parts, stroking and kneading the oil into my bum and round my hips, down upon my thighs, past my knees and onto my calves. William would spend much time working the oil into my feet, thereby keeping them soft and smooth as we go about barefoot at all times. I especially love these foot rubs, and my servant William was assiduously dedicated to providing them for me, frequently kissing my feet and rubbing them upon his face in a show of devotion.

Once the oil was applied to my entire body, and allowed to permeate my skin, William would then speak to me lovingly, as he had done that last time upon our Isle:

"Arianna, you are so beautiful."

To which I replied, "How do you mean, my handsome man?"

William elaborated in great detail of the beauty of each part of my body.

"Arianna, you have the most wonderfully luxuriant mane of golden hair," whereupon he ran his strong fingers through my tresses and along my scalp, causing my head to loll back at his soothing touch. He continued:

"And your smooth brow, of the finest porcelain," as he would kiss and stroke my forehead with his lips and tongue, removing any coconut meat that clung to my skin. William would work his way down, caressing each portion of my face.

"Your eyes, my Arianna, dazzling emerald jewels, placed seductively under the thin arches of your eyebrows, set behind deeply shaded lids, fully trimmed with dark lashes, which set my heart aflutter each time I gaze into them," he spoke, whilst kissing all round my eyes, lavishing his mouth upon my temples and cheeks, praising their rosy tint.

"Your pert little nose, above those full and sensuous ruby lips that I love to kiss," upon which my man would place his own open lips, so that our tongues would dart forth, rolling and gliding against each other as our mouths pressed together.

"Then there is your lovely neck and your round shoulders," says William, smothering each spot with kisses and his darting tongue, making my head to roll about, gasps of pleasure escaping from my lips.

"The sensuous taper of your smooth back, down onto your narrow waist, and the full swell of your wide hips," spoken between breathy passes of his tongue, licking me all about, as a cat does her kitten, neglecting no portion of my skin, imparting to me a wondrous pleasure, to my great delight.

Naturally, my William devoted his greatest attentions to my breasts. But before he would reach them, I would reach over with my foot and touch him with my toe, to divert his attention. William would then kiss and lick my toes, telling me how beautiful they are, and gliding his tongue all round them, which would tickle and make me jump and giggle. He would work his way up to the tops of my feet, then all about my calves and thighs, licking and slobbering more and more as he ascended my form, telling of the loveliness of each smooth contour, every tiny fold of flesh, each minute detail of my form.

Oh! What delights my man would bring as he reached my nethers! Rubbing his bearded face between my thighs, his lips and tongue slather all round the length of the furrow between my legs, from my bum to my belly, exploring each bump and crevice, making me truly quake with excitement! And upon obtaining my clitoris, the rosebud within my swollen vulva, does William produce a veritable explosion of ecstasy as he licks and suckles thereupon!

William works his way up along my smooth belly, licking deeply into my navel, and finally reaches the massive expanse of the supple orbs of my breasts, tongue gliding all round, squeezing and kneading the creamy flesh with his hands whilst his lips find my swollen nipples once again. Fully inhaling my nipples into his mouth, William tells me what a marvel they are, how gorgeous I am, and showing with words and deeds, accompanied by enthusiastic gasps and groans, the extent of his heartfelt meaning.

Oh, how William's mouth does ply my nipples! How his lips do glide along, an electric dance over the tender buds, how his tongue orbits the smooth circles of my areoles, softly caressing with the lightest touch, then grabbing forth each teat with both hands, squeezing powerfully so that the paps bulge forth, and again suckling my nipples powerfully into his mouth!

How do I collapse under this pleasurable assault! How does he suckle, from one nipple to the other, and then drawing them in both at once, doubling my joy! Suckling and suckling until my teats let down a creamy flow, and remaining thus, drinking of my goodness thereof, the currents of lactation sending waves of erotic sensation throughout the expansive volume of my breasts.

"Oh, my gorgeous Arianna," does My King speak, between sucks and slobbers and long drinks of my sweet breast milk, "of all your many beauties, that of your teats is unsurpassed. The great mammoth globes, so soft in my hands, so firm yet pliant as I squeeze them. I never cease marveling at their considerable magnitude, the vastness of their proportions, as voluminous watermelons of exquisite softness. Your wondrous areoles, smooth, translucent rings, large as saucers, that enclose your succulent nipples, great pink plums of the most tender flesh, that fill my mouth, and let down the sweet milk that I love to taste.

"My dearest Queen Arianna, you are the greatest of beauties, unsurpassed, without blemish, your lovely charms resplendent, exquisite in every last aspect, luscious and alluring and vivacious, possessing the fullest feminine pulchritude."

Such are the words of my great and mighty King William. I've never truly felt beautiful in my own heart, having grown to womanhood under the incessant beratings of my despised father. But William's words and actions have been a balm that has brought healing to my formerly broken heart. I am so fortunate to have a man that tells constantly of his love for me, and the beauty of each tiny portion of my body. If I do truly possess any beauty at all, it is because my man William has made it so, and lets me know of it throughout each day.

What woman could not love such a man? Dark and handsome, powerfully built, a thrilling man of adventure and excitement, and yet a quiet soul of humble heart and kind, gentle spirit. He claims to be so very fortunate to have me, as though he were somehow unworthy. But if anything, it is I who am unworthy of him, and am thus truly blessed. How he has set me upon a pedestal, devoting to me every moment of his attention! I could spend the remainder of my days proving my love to him, and it would still be insufficient.

I return his great affection by rubbing his thick neck and caressing his strong back, working over his firm body to relax the tension of his powerful muscles. It is also my great joy to take his mighty member into my mouth, to kiss it and lick it with my lips and tongue, to stroke his manhood back and forth between my soft fingers, and in this manner blow him along to the summit of ecstasy. And when my William reaches that summit, when the ever-copious flow of his hot seed squirts forth, it is my great satisfaction to draw his manly emission deeply into my eager mouth, suckling thereon from his mighty stalk, and draining the hard tube of flesh until the last drop is swallowed. In this way do I take this goodness from my man fully into myself, so that I may treasure this portion of him from within.

Thus have we spent all our days, giving one another the greatest erotic pleasure, suckling upon each other's tender parts, limbs intertwined, genitals conjoined, devoting ourselves daily to the other's sexual fulfillment. Day after day, the months having stretched into years, and yet we never grew weary of such sport, never desired any other way to pass our days in our island paradise but engaged in sensual activities. Even in the times between couplings, my nipples would tingle for William, and my nethers would moisten, eagerly awaiting our next opportunity, my appetite for my man and his enormous cock never satiated.

This man William has given me every pleasure, imparted such wonderful feeling, to both my body and my heart. But the one joyous sensation he has not as yet given me is that of his seed taking root in my garden, and having his fruit grow forth into the ultimate culmination of our shared love. For the melon which causes our sexual parts to swell, and which arouses our members to a frenzy and magnifies our pleasure, has left my womb barren, bereft of children.

It would be the greatest of tragedies that the line of such a fine and great-hearted man as William Gillingham would not propagate forth into this world, if I could not become the undeserving mother of his wonderful babies. It is my hope that my womb will now grow fruitful, now that we have departed our island home.

March 4

William has been assisting Captain Penton with various matters aboard ship, earning our passage back to the States. Though it pains me to be separated from him for even a moment, William returns constantly, and is never gone for even an entire hour at a time. But it especially pains me that we have so little privacy aboard ship, and we cannot enjoy our love play at our whim, as we have done for many years. Perhaps the discipline will do us good! In the meantime, Millie and I have spent much time together during the day, which has helped occupy my thoughts during William's absence.

Today Millie and I set about to prepare some suitable garments for me to wear aboard ship. William and I came aboard wearing clothing hand-fashioned from native fibers found upon Our Isle. Though these garments served our needs nicely during our primitive seclusion, they are much too rough-hewn for polite company back in the civilized world.

Millie has aboard an abundance of fabric and clothing and has been more than generous in sharing freely with me from her wardrobe. Some of her skirts are very beautiful, and I do so look forward to properly dressing up again after so many years! Her dress size is the same as my own, and I have been able to fit into her skirts with no alteration. However, acquiring a suitable blouse has been an entirely different matter.

"I declare, Annie," said Millie, "it shall be a mighty task to find a blouse to fit around that great big bosom of yours!" Millie is delightfully cheerful, and very plain-spoken and direct in the typical manner of Americans. I do so prefer that to the rather oblique and circular manner of my English countrymen.

I tried on several of Millie's largest blouses, but upon changing in the next room, I could not find any that could even be closed up in the front. Millie offered to tailor some suitable garments, but first needed to take accurate measurements. At her suggestion, I removed my loose-fitting frock, thus exposing to her my bare breasts. Millie gasped upon viewing my bosom, her mouth dropping open and her eyes becoming as saucers.

"My word, Annie!" Millie astonied, "your breasts.... they're as large as watermelons! How does a little girl like you end up with a big bust like that?"

"Millie, I really don't think you would believe me!" I replied. I did not know how to explain about the enchanted love melon that grew all about Our Isle, that endowed me with such enormous teats.

"Oh my! My Robert would love it if mine were like that! And wouldn't I love it too! No matter, honey, let's get those measurements!"

Would Millie truly wish for a bosom like mine? Millie and her husband have been our life-line, perhaps William and I could share with them in return some of our enchanted love wine? The love wine would make her breasts blossom forth prodigiously and become such as my own. I must discuss this with William.

Millie took my measurements, and they were a surprise to her as well.

"Annie, dear, you're over six feet around!" Millie exclaimed. "Your breasts are over three times greater than your waist! We're going to have a very hard time fitting you with a blouse!"

Whilst upon Our Isle, William would measure my breasts frequently (and lovingly) and estimated that each breast was normally a bit over a foot in diameter, though they would sometimes be even bigger, even when not under the influence of the love melon. But we had never had access to standard measurements during our long exile, and until now, never knew their precise size with certainty.

In the end, Milie used some very large, oversized men's linen shirts from the ship's stores and took them in considerably about the waist. These blouses have at least been able to close up in the front, but they are somewhat snug, and the buttons strain when fastened. They are not very fashionable, but will do until we can make port and find a suitable clothier. So I now at least have some blouses that I might wear about, thanks to my friend Millie. But Millie says that I must wrap myself in a shawl at all times, for such a blouse would be inadequate to conceal my abundant charms from the salacious eyes of the crewmen.

"After all, honey, you do know what men are like," spoke Millie, confidentially, "and even wearing that frumpy old shirt, that figure of yours leaves nothing to the imagination!"

I confessed to Millie that I was unaccustomed to thinking in this manner, for it has been many years since modesty had been a concern. But I did not mention that, when I was last in the company of men, before being castaway with William onto Our Isle of the enchanted fruit, my breasts were significantly smaller, though they were nevertheless considered large in the estimation of men.

Prior to my previous sea voyage, I had spent very little time in the company of men. Most time was spent with my jailers, the leering ruffians imposed upon my life by my hated father, Lord Chesterleigh, to maintain my cloistered existence. These guards escorted me to various women's functions about London, assiduously avoiding places where I might meet a handsome young man. Upon embarking on my sea voyage, most of the men aboard the various ships were either lecherous jackals, or toothless old pirates.... that is, until we finally boarded the H.M.S. Delight.

It was our second full day at sea aboard the Delight when I first saw William. I immediately noticed that he was dashing in a way like no other man aboard, or even any men that I had ever encountered before! Here indeed was a man, a true male, having an exciting, adventurous quality, unlike the foppish dandies of nobility, with whom I was most acquainted. I first saw William as I turned from gazing at the sea, and could discern from his kind expression and pleasant demeanor that he was also an honorable man of true character, not to mention being very handsome!

At our introduction, he seemed somewhat shy and unsure in my presence, which I found utterly endearing! I requested the Captain appoint him as my guide, and he soon relaxed as we spent time together. I came to know William as a young man of talent and intelligence, and having a delightful sense of humor. My heart would melt as his dark eyes looked into my own! Oh, it was only a very short time before I was completely infatuated with William! It was to William that I desired to give the gift of my virginity! Certainly not that senile, old cretin to which my hated father had me betrothed!

Each day, William would give me lessons in the operations of the ship. I would ask him many questions, in part to prolong the lesson time and also to engage him in direct conversation. I was indeed truly fascinated in these lessons in seacraft, but was so much moreso fascinated with my teacher! How eagerly would I await those lesson times each morning, and how saddened would I be at day's end when they would end and we would part for the evening.

William's presence was so titillating! Standing alongside him made my nipples all atingle, and my nethers grow moist! Often times, I would feel especially naughty, and would go barefoot and wear no undergarments under my hoop skirt when meeting William! Though ostensibly covered, I was effectively nude from the waist down! In that state, I would get so aroused in William's presence that I often could not attend his lessons, distracted as I would be by the hot wetness oozing down my thigh, as honey dripping! This moistening was at times so profuse that I feared that I would leave a trail upon the deck! And my dear William, of course, had nary an inkling, honorable chap that he was!

At times, our eyes would lock, and William would lose his place in his narrative, stammering as one entranced whilst I stared deeply into his eyes. When he would avert his gaze (and it was always he that would disengage his eyes from mine), I would espy a glimpse of a considerable bulge that formed within his crotch! Oh, how I wished for a glimpse of that mighty member, to be revealed from under his breeches!

Later, during our island marriage, I would often ask my King William,

"Aboard ship, my love, how many times did you imagine me in the nude?" to which William would reply,

"Every single time I looked upon you, my beloved Arianna!"

I knew straightaway that deep down, my handsome William wished to possess me as I did him, though his considerable honor and humility would not permit the thought. If only we could have but shaken our unwavering escorts, I should have cast aside my chastity and ravished him right there upon deck! If only we could have had even a single minute alone, I would have confessed to him my undying love, and plotted an escape with him from the ship and my accursed fate. Though no such opportunity arose, Providence intervened in an unexpected manner, as we were cast off from the ship into the sea by the blessed storm, and found ourselves washed ashore upon Our Beloved Isle of Love.

During the raging tempest, William had been sentenced to perform a deadly task atop ship. As luck would have it, I managed to escape my captors and joined William upon deck, prepared, if need be, to perish with him. But after only a moment up on deck, fate interceded in the form of a deluge that crashed over the rails, sweeping me overboard. Upon obtaining the surface, my life was spared when my arm found a barrel cast off from the ship. Alone in the surf, both William and the ship had vanished from my sight. I feared that William had been swept to the sea bottom, and I could only hope that he remained safely alive aboard ship.

My sodden garments were pulling me from the barrel, threatening to weigh me down into the deep. My only recourse was rid myself of the dreadful things. I was forced to rip myself free of the saturated fabric, struggling against fibers and stitches, thereby exposing first my arms and legs, tearing away layer upon restrictive layer from my form.

Finally stripping the horrid rags from my limbs, I discovered the freedom and pleasure of open nudity amidst the elements. The warm tropical currents flowed over my skin, embracing my arms, my legs, and my belly, kissing my neck. Stretching forth my arms, spreading apart my legs, the sea water flowed over my nethers and fondled my breasts, licking all over my tingling nipples. It was as though King Neptune himself was making love to me. But I didn't want the sea as my lover, I wanted William! In that moment, I wished William could have joined me there in my nudity, and that his limbs could be entwined in mine amidst the raging surf.

I was near-drowned when washed up, naked and insensate, upon the shore of Our Isle. But my William was there as my Prince Charming, and awakened me with a kiss, as though I were his nude Sleeping Beauty. Oh, I should have risen up to kiss my mighty hero in return. With the fullness of my feminine charms so revealed, I should have enticed him to stroke his hands all along my form, to cup my breasts and fondle my nipples. And right then and there, I should have liberated William's mighty penis from the confines of his breeches, and sucked it fully into my mouth, as I had so longed to do aboard ship, and thereby kindle a blaze of passion there upon the sand.

To my shame and sorrow, I was out of my head, dazed and befuddled from my ordeal of the storm, and did not do the things I should have done. I had forgotten my frisky romp amidst the waves, and upon realizing my nakedness, instead imagined my William to be a lecher and a profligate, that he had stripped me himself, intending to snatch away by force what I would have so eagerly offered to him freely.

Fleeing from his sight and choosing to remain disconsolate, I heaped scorn and abuse upon my champion, my protector, and drove him off, leaving me there weeping, alone and exposed, under a shrub. To my ever deeper shame, William nevertheless vowed there upon that shore to care for me, though I had spurned him and broken his heart.

My honorable William was resolute in his devotion to me, and soon returned with some nourishment. Now humiliated by the return of my memory, I wrapped myself in a tablecloth that William had discovered, fashioning it into a makeshift gown. Rather than offering to my hero my lithe, nude form, I instead presented myself to him wrapped in this ridiculous sack, as though I were the Queen of Fools. My mind was tossed about in a swirl of conflicting emotions. We shared an awkward breakfast, made even more awkward by the discovery of the virtues of the love melon, which unexpectedly caused my breasts to swell, addling my head, and leaving my thoughts even more out of kilter.

Hot passion flooded my person as my teats enlarged, throwing my befuddled mind into a worse turmoil. Torn between humiliation and despair and a raging desire to be ravished by William, I managed to make an even worse muddle of it all. It seemed as though I had driven off William again, perhaps for good, when the kind gentleman offered to prepare my dinner at midday. In this was I gladdened, and offered in return to prepare our meal myself. At this, William himself was greatly cheered, though he nevertheless hurried off, leaving me alone in the bush. He was not seen again for several hours.

Though I wished he would have stayed, I was so relieved that a ray of hope remained that I might repair the breach with this wonderful man! I dried my tears and pondered how I might prepare myself and our meal for William's return. My nipples tingled and my flowers grew juicy at the thought of our next meeting. Thinking of William... his dark hair and eyes, his strong, muscular arms, the thought of abandoning my chastity to such a man... as I sat, all alone in the bush, I was shocked and disbelieving at the sensation in my nipples! Oh, how they ached so powerfully! They felt as though on fire, as if red coals had been set upon them!

My breasts felt so constrained by the fabric of that cloth by which they were bound! How tight that cloth had become! It was not that tight but a moment ago! It was then that I realized that my teats were expanding once again! The effects of the melon were unfinished, and the growth continued! Oh! The pain! The wonderful, delicious, exhilarating agony as my breasts enlarged! The cloth became ever-taut, and the knot grew tighter, as my breasts flowed over the top of my gown. It was as though my teats were being strangled by the silly rag! I fumbled furiously at the knot, and soon managed to loosen the ends, finally removing the cloth.

Now freed from their bonds, my breasts relaxed from their tension. I was again naked, and exhilarated in the freedom of nudity! My teats seemed to fill with each beat of my racing heart, the flesh increasing from within as the skin stretched from without. My breasts flowed downhill with this expansion, advancing lower over my ribs, downward upon my belly. The creamy orbs remained round and full as my bosom billowed forward, and expanded between my arms, compressing firmly against my upper limbs as their diameter increased.

My nipples felt as though they would burst into flames, stretching wide as they puffed outward. The soft flesh of each pap quivered and pulsated as they swelled to fullness, centered within the enlarging circles of their shiny areoles, expanding from the soft nipples as slow ripples from a pebble in a pond. Such an ache, such a throbbing, as the great mounds of flesh grew forth, inflating and becoming heavier with each racing beat of my heart.

I clasped my burgeoning teats from underneath, and a sharp bolt surged through the tender flesh, sending waves of excitement all the way down to my nether flowers, which fairly dripped with wetness. As my fingertips glided over the evocative nipples, it was as though they crackled with electric shock. I sat there for a moment, gasping and moaning, lightly tracing circles around my raw areoloes with my fingertips. Gazing down at them, I was astounded at the new size of my nipples, and the thin, translucent skin of my smooth areoles, as though they were stretched and swollen into an aetherial substance thinner and softer and finer than mere flesh, a quintessence of erotic delight.

Overcome with this vulnerable sensation, I slid my fingers down into the wetness between my legs, and touched my clitoris. My entire body shuddered with the touch, which produced a veritable explosion of orgiastic excitation. I was alarmed at this intensity, and did not wish to squander this exuberant feeling. Through a supreme force of will, I managed to withdraw my fingers from my tender parts. There was no purpose in touching myself as long as I was alone upon this Isle with that handsome, debonair man! Each nerve in my body craved William's hand, and I had to find him at that very moment! I must have William to snatch away my virginity at once! I must be deflowered by him immediately in a torrent of hottest passion!

Standing up, my newly-enormous breasts bounced and jiggled heavily as I gained my footing. Fumbling at the pins upon my head, I let down my hair and stepped from the bush and into the sunlight. Oh, how delicious the warmth of the sun felt upon my skin, as the sun's rays kissed my nipples! Oh, the exquisite feeling of the steamy tropical breezes as they caressed my nipples and blew my hair about! What freedom! What utter liberation!

So often at home had I taken off all my clothes, alone in my cloister, whilst reading my erotic stories, to pleasure myself upon my own bed. How many times would I stroke my own tingling nipples and fondle my own flowers, from the moist furrow to the pulsating clitoris, all alone, yearning for the touch of a real man such as William. But hemmed in by those four walls, suffocated by the foul stench of my father's rooms, the ubiquitous guards perpetually outside my door... all this reinforced my bitter loneliness and isolation of my captivity.

But now, to finally be so free! Outside in the light of day, under an azure blue sky, amidst the sound of crashing waves of the green sea, my naked flesh revealed amidst such natural beauty, as I stood barefoot upon the white sand, along the shore of this beautiful tropical Isle! I shook my head all about, letting my hair fly in the warm breeze! I swung out my arms and spun myself around! I then lost my footing and fell to the ground, for my newly enlarged breasts had thrown off my aequilibrium! Laughing, I stood up again and brushed away the sand, turning toward the sun and stretching forth my body into its warm rays! All I needed right then was that wonderful man William, and my joy would be complete!

"Mr. Gillingham!" I called, "Are you there? I say! Mr. Gillingham!!! WILLIAM? Pray, do answer!!!

MIIIISTEEEER GIIIIIILLLIIIIIINNNNGHAAAAAAAAMM!!!!!"

No reply was forthcoming. I headed off, nude, in the direction where William had departed, into the bush. I repeatedly called out his name, but no response was heard. I marveled at the feel of my enormous breasts, how they bounced heavily with each step, how they swang forcefully from side to side with each light turn, and how they jiggled and quivered for a long time before finally coming to rest. How I had always wished for teats such as these, and even larger, if such a miracle were even possible!

I came upon a creek, and followed it upstream, thinking perhaps he might have gone that way. I soon came upon a pool where the trail ended, but my William was nowhere to be seen. I had just discovered our pool for the first time, where William and I will have spent so many hours over the coming years, washing one another other, caring for each other, making love under the waterfall, and wrestling and thrashing about in the dark mud along the pool's bank. Oh, how will I go on without our pool, now that we have removed from our island home? How I will always miss the times when William would caress my breasts with the slimy mud and plant his monstrous member amidst the muddy cleft therebetween!

Having just discovered the pool, I was as though burning up, from both the heat of the tropical day, and from the burgeoning melon-induced passion that fired my nipples with an uncontrollable desire. The handsome man was nowhere to be found, and I was unable to endure the erotic blaze another moment. Unsure what else to do, I threw my body into the pool. The shock of the cool water upon my flesh was sufficient to quench the insane sexual inferno. I was back in my right mind once again, though mourning the passage of that fiery moment spent alone without William.

Drinking abundantly under the waterfall, I filled myself at length with the cool water, feeling greatly refreshed and restored. I rinsed away the sea salt from my earlier immersion in the tempest, and thoroughly washed my hair and body under the waterfall. I stepped from the pool, rivulets of water dripping from my nipples and streaming down my limbs and belly, and slowly, sadly, made my way back to the beach, all alone. William was no doubt off exploring our new home, and was by now far out of the reach of my voice. I hoped that he was well, and that no harm had befallen him. Oh, I would surely die if anything happened to him, specially after I had driven him away!

My thoughts now clear, I crafted my designs upon the snare that I would lay for this man, William Gillingham! I dried my hair in the sun, fluffing my mane and shaking it all about, 'til the tresses fell lightly upon my shoulders, loose strands blowing round in the breeze. Romping along in the nude through the bush, newly massive breasts bouncing and heaving with each bounding pace, I discovered many types of fruits and seeds for our midday meal. I then came about a patch of the wondrous enchanted melons, and gathered two of them for our meal, one for each of us, intending to kindle a conflagration of voluptuousness.

Having prepared a place to dine, with decorations all about, I then prepared the Hawaiian garlands. I would wear one myself, drawing his gaze to my enormous breasts, and hang one about his own neck. By this action, I would reveal to William my deep love for him, with the hope that he would reciprocate with a kiss. Setting a brilliant fuscia flower in my hair, I primped my very best to become appealing for him in every small way. Having gone about unclothed for so many hours, having been so free and uninhibited, in the sun, the breeze, and the water, I intended to remain in the nude to greet William when he returned at midday.

My nipples tingled anew and my moist nethers seeped again as the time of William's return approached! But when he did finally return, when I heard his voice call my name, a shock of hesitation bolted through me, a lifetime of modesty asserted itself, and I hastily wrapped myself once again in that moronic tablecloth. However, by this time, it was even less adequate as a covering than before! Even turned in the long direction, this cloth could barely encircle my teats, and did not extend down sufficiently to cover either my bum or my nethers!

Feeling shy and foolish once again in this silly rag, but overpowered by desire for this man, I stepped forth from the bush. A thrill shot through my heart upon sighting William! He stood stock still upon seeing me, as his eyes examined my form up and down. I was pleased to see a protruding bulge form anew in his breeches, hoping to soon see the mighty member revealed!

I stepped forward, presenting William with the floral garland, placing my hands upon his shoulders, and facing him with a seductive gaze and an enticing smile. However, he did not respond as I had hoped, but rather stared at me dumbstruck. As it transpired, I perhaps should have greeted William in the nude! Though we were all alone and I possessed no proper clothing whatsoever, the man was resolute and determined to remain the man of honor, and maintain his vow to preserve my chastity. One thing I have learned in the years of our marriage is that William is a man of firm resolution and steely determination!

Poor William blamed himself for the misunderstandings of that morning, and was uncertain of my true inclinations toward him. He thus remained steadfast in resisting my efforts to seduce him. His male mind sought reasons why a love between us was not possible, he being a penniless American commoner, and I being a child of English nobility. Yet my female heart sought only to show him that my love was not only a possibility, but an absolute certainty!

Throughout our meal, William withstood all my enticements, from my subtle titillations to my most brazen provocations! Though I was at first annoyed by his recalcitrance, I saw clear through under his veneer, and sensed that he desired me as strongly as I did him. Soon, I did so come to enjoy teasing William! I tested his resolve over and over in a thoroughly arousing game of cat and mouse, plying him with nearly every temptation I could imagine, shy of directly accosting his person!

In the end, the mighty fortress of his will finally crumbled under my tantalizing assaults. I confessed my heart to him whilst under the heady aphrodisiac influence of the love melon, and William finally possessed me, becoming mine as I became his. My breasts swelled again to even greater proportions, and William removed my gown, revealing the gigantic orbs of flesh. I soon shredded his breeches, thereby discovering his mighty, throbbing manhood.

The remainder of that first day, our wedding day, was devoted to blazing erotic passion, as my husband William sent me soaring on the winds of sensual pleasure, leading me upon a voyage of sexual exploration, giving me explicit instruction in the arts of intimacy. Oh, such wonder in discovering my man's enormous pulsating member! The feel of the corpulent, engorged phallus in my mouth, caressed by my lips and tongue! How his strong body went limp and to hear his masculine groans as my head bobbed back and forth upon the thick trunk! What a thrill and an honour, that I might give such pleasure to this dear man, for whom I had yearned so long!

Oh, and the explosion of ecstasy as William discovered my nipples with his own mouth! Such a thrill as swept through my entire form as he squeezed and fondled the firm, swelling orbs! Such a memory have I of the sensation when William's hard cock first split my nethers! How my entire person was wracked by the pleasurable pain of my husband's piercing shaft!

What a day did we spend together, rolling about in the mire at our pool, beslimed nude bodies writhing against one another, he sliding his muddy cock betwixt the slimy cleft of my teats �til his seed did squirt forth! William, this mighty man, gently bathing me and caring for me, and leading me to our bed, where he imparted to me the rapturous joys of suckling the rosebud between my legs. In that place we ate again of the love melon, so that my teats did swell once more to even more enormous proportions. And when William's member grew to a tall oak, what a loving fellation did I perform thereupon, how it utterly filled my mouth, what potent gushing surged forth as a veritable fountain of his seed!

How did I gulp down the wondrous cream from William's cock, neglecting not a single drop of my beloved's issue! And then, how it did overflow, and splattered into my face! Such delights did I experience as I was overpowered by the torrent of William's hot semen, what delicious helplessness did I feel, the feverish cream coating my face, gooping my hair, and splashing down upon my shoulders and teats! Such ecstasies as we shared every secret of our bodies, exploring every last facet of intimacy, denying nothing of ourselves to the other in the pursuit of sheer erotic pleasure!

Such have passed all days following thereafter, throughout the years of our marriage upon Our Isle. Oh! The writing of such things makes my nipples grow hot again, and tingle anew for the touch of my man! I must have William at once! How shall I bear the time 'til he returns? Ah! The doorknob turns! Here is my William now, returning from his day's duties! Love now beckons!

March 5

What a wonderful development! William has been appointed the acting executive officer for the duration of the voyage! He reports directly to Captain Penton in a position lateral to the first mate. In fact, William will function rather as a special assistant to his friend, the Captain, and will relieve a portion of his heavy work load on this trip. Though not having sailed for all these years of our marriage upon Our Isle, William's knowledge of sailing remains encyclopaedic, and he can assist as needed in all areas of seamanship.

I have been given a special dispensation to help William with his duties, as I am his "mate" in more ways than one! Our mutual understanding is so clear that I can anticipate William's thoughts as he thinks them, and can provide an extra pair of hands for any light duty. We have been very busy the last several days with our new responsibilities.

In the course of helping William, I had to go against Millie's advice. While helping William pull some lines, the confounded shawl kept getting in the way, and I finally had to remove it. As Millie predicted, my tight-fitting tailored blouse was inadequate to conceal the size and shape of my bountiful, overripe bosom from the sight of the crew. All the nearby crewmen stopped working to gawk at my teats, and appeared quite distracted. William had to reprimand the men to bring them about, and we later shared quite a laugh over it privately! While wearing the shawl, I must have simply appeared fat, but without the shawl, the men learned that it was only my enormous teats that were so fat!

William and I are so happy being above deck together, sharing the wind and ocean spray as husband and wife. Oh, these times are so special, and it saddens me terribly that this must be our final sea voyage. I hope that William and I arrive in America without encountering a British vessel, being that we are fugitives from the Crown.

I am also happy that we are finally earning our keep! Upon coming aboard, we were given the only private room aboard the Helios, other than the quarters of the Captain and Millie and their daughter. I felt terrible that the two young officers were forced to evacuate the premises and bunk with the crewmen on our account. However, the Captain and William both assure me that it will build their character, and "put hair on their chest"! These officers have been wonderful fellows about it all, and do not resent the imposition in any way.

Though inestimably grateful for the small privacy afforded by our room, William and I have chafed at the close quarters aboard ship, compared to our former life of spacious solitude upon Our Isle. Our bed is most comfortable, especially for conjugal relations, particularly after sleeping upon a bed of leaves for so many years. But after enjoying the open air of Our Isle for so long, it is now so difficult to be as a couple in such a tiny, cramped little box, behind such paper-thin walls! Indeed, I feel as though our couplings are overheard by the entire ship! Oh, I do so try to muzzle myself when my mighty man imparts his nocturnal pleasures! But I am so accustomed to bellowing out my love for this man when he transports me to the summit of ecstasy! After such a long habit, I'm afraid I now lack the restraint!

It is also difficult arranging our times of love around the regimen of the ship. We both deeply miss the former spontaneity of our relations upon Our Isle. We do make time for relations in the evening before sleep, and in the morning as we rise. There are also those wonderful times during the day when I gaze at William in that special way and he gazes back at me, and we then look for opportunities to sneak off to our quarters. But while coming and going, these occasions inevitably provoke winks and smiles from the crew, which is most awkward and embarrassing!

Notwithstanding my own discomfiture, the crew has been wonderful to us. William has made fast friends with the men aboard, all of whom to the man have been extremely courteous and deferential toward me. Young Henrietta has been a darling to observe, and her childish ways are so delightful! I do so hope we soon have a brood of our own, once we make a new home in America.

Hennie's mother Millie has quickly become my best friend in this life, and I shall miss her ever so much when we part company. I have learned much from Millie of motherhood and the domestic arts, and she has been as a mother to me, though we are the same age. Millie regards herself as an elder toward me, and verily disbelieves my true age, stating that I appear to her as a fresh, young adolescent girl. William and I have often heard such remarks since joining the Helios.

The crew aboard the Helios have been quite amused by our manner of speaking! My husband William and I spent so many years alone upon Our Isle that we had apparently developed a peculiar cant to our speech, if not a language all our own. Owing to our years of solitude, passed in the daily raptures of love, William and I came to speak to each other in the manner of classical love poetry, and it seems as though we have thereby cultivated a poetical manner of speaking.

Upon being cast away, William was a typical plain-spoken American. However, like most Yanks of his generation, William is no common rustic, but rather, is well-schooled in the classics, including ancient and Renaissance poetry, and even modern poets such as Blake. During our love play, William would often recite to me from memory passages from erotic poems, such as these lines from the great Roman poet, Ovid:

Stark naked as she stood before mine eye,
Not one flaw in her body could I espy,
What arms and shoulders did I touch and see,
How apt her breasts were to be pressed by me,
How smooth a belly, under her waist saw I,
How large a leg, and what a lusty thigh.

Oh, how such words do ignite my fire, and kindle a blaze within my bosom for my mighty man, William! He would also recite to me lines such as these from the Sonnets of the Bard:

If I could write the beauty of your eyes,
And in fresh numbers number all your graces,
The age to come would say "This poet lies;
Such heavenly touches ne'er touch'd earthly faces."

or:

Speak of the spring, and foison of the year,
The one doth shadow of your beauty show,
The other as your bounty doth appear;
And you in every blessed shape we know.

and these:

Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate;
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date....

William and I composed our own erotic poems to recite to one another, though much more explicitly ribald than any lines written by those great poets! From such words as these did my man and I commonly speak to one another during our seclusion. This has led to yet another difficulty in rejoining human society! The men aboard the Helios jest at our mode of speech, calling us "Romeo and Juliet"!

Of course, this is all meant in good fun, and the men are kind toward me, being that I am a woman and an Englishwoman at that. But poor William has endured quite a pestering! After all these years of speaking only with me, it seems he no longer speaks as a proper Yank, and is therefore "not a right bloke" to his countrymen!

Though we feign amusement at this gentle teasing, such words do add an air of awkwardness to our dealings with the crew. William and I have each taught the other mastery of our own respective dialects. I have instructed William to speak perfectly in the Required Pronunciation of the Queen's English, and he has taught me speak flawlessly in several of the accents of America, specially his native Virginia, so that we might pass off as citizens of those lands, should such a need arise. However, such speech does not come naturally to either of us. Before we make landfall, we hope to once again perfect the common vernacular, at least for keeping the company of others. But I do so hope that William and I can preserve our love talk for our special times spent alone together!

After the fifth year of our isolation, a trunk containing an empty book washed ashore, upon which William recorded "The Tale of Our Isle," the story of how we were cast away, and that first day of our love upon our island home. Oh, how I do regret that we left our Tale behind! We feared taking it, that it might fall into wrong hands, or be construed as evidence of the crime with which William is accused by the Crown. And then, we departed Our Isle in such haste that we had no opportunity to reconsider our decision. It saddens me that William's words remain buried under the sand of our former home. Perhaps one day he could record again that fantastical tale.

William recorded our Tale five years after our arrival, and even considering our poetical manner of speaking, William's writing style uses much more flourish than his normal speech. Though every salient fact of our Tale was told with accuracy, William did take a bit of literary license with our actual words, to thereby tell a more colorful story.

As our Tale is now lost, and as I grieve for the loss of our home of many years, William suggested that it might be cathartic if I recorded a new tale chronicling our last days upon Our Isle, and the circumstances of our departure therefrom. That story follows herewith.

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I am Arianna Gillingham, and my husband William and I had lived long together alone upon the Isle of our love. We gave the Isle no name, for it was simply "Our Isle," our entire world, the extent of our universe, during the years of our romantic seclusion. We lived as a married couple in the sight of God upon Our Isle, for we were castaway alone, with no minister or witnesses to solemnize our union. But vows we had taken and vows they were nonetheless, for I am utterly devoted to my William, and he to me, and nothing shall ever put our union asunder.

We survived entirely from the many-faceted talents of my man William, who is a craftsman, a scientist, and an artist. We ate as royals and enjoyed many pleasures, especially the love wine, made from the distilled essence of the enchanted melon. We went about in the nude at all times, as Adam and Eve in our very own Eden. Even when my William had contrived clothing for us to wear, we still remained nude the greater part of the time, and filled our days with the joys of coital pleasure.

This tale begins on the anniversary of the day of our landfall upon Our Isle, that day having been the same day that we entered into our marriage, which also happened to be my own birthday. It was our ninth anniversary, nine wonderful years of William and I sharing our bodies at all times throughout each day, each never tiring of the other's embrace. On this day also we also celebrated my twenty-seventh year of life. The years upon Our Isle had passed like a puff of smoke in the wind, such had been the joyful passage of moments spent with my William.

I awoke that morning in our bed, within our marriage chamber, a nested glade somewhat inland from the shore. It was a typically warm morning in the steamy tropical latitudes. As much as I loved our island home, I so missed the temperate climate of my childhood home in England, the cool mists, the chill rains and the winter snows. Though I'd long since grown accustomed to the continual heat of the torrid zone, I yearned to feel again a bracing wind upon my face, and to lie in a warm bed under heavy covers, with which to snuggle with my man on a cold winter night.

I awakened that day before William, as I normally did. On this morning, as was often the case, William lay asleep upon our bed with an enormous erection. William informs me that it is an unremarkable thing for a man's penis to spontaneously grow long and hard while he sleeps, but I would like to imagine that William is dreaming of me and that we are engaging in erotic acts in his nocturnal fantasies.

I can never resist the sight of William's erect penis! Upon spying the rigid shaft, I moved to waken him in my most favorite manner. I lay down alongside William so that my face was before his loins, my legs extended toward his head. I lay for a time marveling at William's throbbing member, the length of the ruddy shaft crossed with bulging veins. I spent much time lightly stroking the thick trunk with my soft fingertips, gently kissing the engorged head, as William snored away.

After a time, I began to lick the head, stroking under its hood with my tongue, around every contour. Soon his entire penis was fully in my mouth, and I sucked upon my man's most tender portion, lavishing my love thereupon with my lips and tongue. It was not long before William's snoring stopped and a soft moan of pleasure was heard in its stead. Another moment and William stirred. Suddenly, strong hands grasped my bum whilst the warm breath of his face was felt against my nethers.

William had awoken! Drawing my hairless vagina to his bearded face, William nuzzled about with his nose as his tongue sought the cleft between my nether lips. Grasping me around with both mighty arms, William rolled me atop his body. At that, my legs parted, opening my secret place into William's face. My man explored around the moist furrow with his tongue, encircling my clitoris. The hot wetness of his mouth mingled with the hot wetness that beslimes the tender rosebud.

A jolt shuddered through my form as William's tongue encountered my rosebud, and I screamed as he sucked it into his mouth. It was so tender this day! So full of sensation! And my man is so masterful in evoking the fullest pleasures! My clitoris had grown long and thick in the years upon Our Isle, and was now as long as William's thumb and twice as thick, and protruded from between the nether lips. William suckled hard upon it whilst I suckled at his penis, each of us muffling moans of delight with our faces buried between one another's legs.

My teats lay as twin watermelons alongside William's belly as my mouth suckled upon my man's member. Grasping my lower parts against his face with one arm, William moved his other hand to caress the pink plum of my nipple. New moans of pleasure sprung afresh at my man's touch, both nipples inflamed with desire. The tingling in my nipples was furious as William squeezed and fondled the tender flesh. Torn was I between the orgiastic pleasure William's mouth imparted to my nethers and the raging desire to have that mouth suckle upon my furiously tingling paps!

Finally, I could endure no more! I released William's cock, and stretched my body backwards, moving my pussy away and flopping my huge breasts into William's face. I bounced and jiggled the gigantic spheres against William's head, which he seized with both hands, burying his face therebetween. Oh, the joy as William mashes my pliant orbs betwixt his fingers, and rubs them all along! Pressing the enormous globes together, William suckled both nipples into his mouth, causing the air to rush into my lungs with a furious gasp!

Waves of pleasure coruscated through my teats as William sucked my nipples. They were so sensitive this day! This will be wonderful day for our scheduled activities! Indeed, today we shall have an anniverary day unsurpassed by all others! I remained there on my hands and knees, mammoth breasts dangling above William as his mouth suckled hard thereon. I nearly collapsed when the twin flows of lactation let down. Such moans, such gasps of pleasure! My entire form trembled with delight, which radiated down to my pussy, the moisture thereof besmearing my thighs.

I remained so for a great while, William imbibing at the creamy flow, my head lolling all round. All the while, I stared longingly at the bulging shaft of William's corpulent penis, the erect head pointing directly at my face. Enraptured though I was by my man's attentions to my nipples, the rigid trunk beckoned, so that I could neglect it no longer. I again extended myself along William's chest to suck his mighty cock into my mouth. The great melons of my teats again flopped along his sides as I stretched my form to lay atop William's. My man's mouth again found my nethers, and he resumed slobbering upon my rosebud, his fingers caressing my bum and stroking all along my back.

I wiggled my flowers over William's face as he suckled me to the summit of pleasure, hot wetness besliming his face! The mighty shaft throbbed and pulsated in my mouth as my head bobbled furiously thereupon! Oh! An orgiastic spasm in my pussy! And another, and more again and still more! Great squirts issued forth from my nethers into my man's face, which he licks and slurps with abandon. Orgasm upon orgasm, how many times can my man impart such delights!

Never wavering, my mouth stroked rapidly upon the thick trunk, my fingers gliding along the shaft and exploring the sensitive regions around his swollen testicles. Finally, the engorged member tensed, I knew what would come next. A hard pulse and a hot gush as William's seed splatted into my mouth! Another pulse and another gush, over and again, filling my mouth with William's creamy semen. One great swallow followed by another, filling my mouth again with copious surges of seed.

Soon the great flow subsided. I remained there, collapsed upon my man's chest, still suckling hard at the shaft to obtain the last drop. William's face remained implanted in my nethers, which he gently swiveled along in the considerable wetness. We lay there as such in the cool of the morning, listening to the ocean breeze rustle through the trees overhead, the continual crashing of the surf far off in the distance. Finally, William removed himself from my nethers, turned about and reclined to face me.

"Good morning, my beauty!" said he, "A happy birthday to you, and a happy anniversary!"

"Happy anniversary to you, my handsome man!" I replied. "Can it possibly be nine years that I have daily enjoyed the pleasures of your manhood? A full third of my life, yet it seems but a moment spent in your company!"

With that, we shared a warm good morning kiss, our faces besmeared with one another's fluids, as they often have been throughout each day of our marriage. My husband and I sat up, eager to begin our day's pleasures. Though our days are often filled with common work and sundry chores, we always reserve this day, our anniversary, as a special time for love and erotic play.

William stood and helped me to my feet, which often can be awkward for me, owing to the swinging watermelons of soft flesh that hang from my chest. We strode hand-in-hand to our nearby pool, where we might begin our day with a refreshing bath. I tried the water with one toe before entering, and it was deliciously cool as always. The water was especially cool this morning as we waded in, raising gooseflesh along my skin and making my nipples shrivel and become erect. I so loved my pool, for it was the only place on Our Isle where I might find relief from the beastly tropical heat.

"My gorgeous lover," spoke William as we reached our waterfall, "your nipples have become so hard. Shall I make them warm?"

"Please do, my prince," said I, whereupon William raised a firm breast with both hands and placed the rigid nipple in his mouth. With such large breasts and plum-sized nipples of extreme sensitivity, there is a danger when they grow so hard, as they can easily become extremely painful. But my William understands this and is gentle as he caresses my nipples with his mouth, sliding his tongue back and forth. Soon, I was acclimated to the water and my nipples relaxed under William's care, becoming soft and large once again, my areoles unwrinkling and again becoming smooth and shiny.

William and I washed one another's faces and all around our naked bodies, he taking great care as usual to cleanse my teats and flowers, and I devoting extra attention to his considerable penis. I loved when my man would cradle me in his strong arms under our waterfall, gliding his hands all round my back and shoulders, down along my belly, lifting one leg and then another, washing my thighs and calves, down to my toes. But we hurried that day so we could begin our festivities, as-yet unaware that our times of lovemaking in our pool were nearly ended. We soon exited the water and dried off one another with towels brought from our chamber.

Returning to our chamber, we got dressed. William drew on a pair of short, loose-fitting trousers that I enjoyed seeing him wear, with an open vest that revealed his strong chest and arms. William stepped out from our chamber to prepare the basket for our day's meals, while I primped and preened to beautify myself for our special day.

I used our scissors, retrieved from the Delight, to trim my nails, which I also buffed with a coarse piece of coral fashioned by William for this purpose. I withdrew a case of pink salve, made from berry juice mixed with coconut oil, and applied it to my eyelids, to enhance their natural color. Another berry mixture was applied to my lips and another to the nails on my fingers and toes, to give these parts a colorful shade of pink which William loves. I also applied some dark compound to my eyelashes, to make those appear darker and more thick.

Knowing my husband's likes so well, I wrapped my lower parts in a sheet that formed a long skirt that slung low along one hip, tied with a slippery knot. I then bound up my big breasts in a similar sheet that gathered along the side with another slippery knot. I loved to sling this wrap low along my teats, to allow the rims of my areoles to peek out over the edge of the garment. This enticement always captivates William, often moreso than the open sight of my bare nipples!

Butterflies flitted about as I combed out my long, wavy locks. My courtiers as Queen of Our Isle, the beautiful butterflies have been my constant companions, almost as my children, and have brought joy to my days as they pollinate the wonderful flowers that grow all about. My hair cascaded down along my shoulders as I combed it, and all about my back, falling forward in the front so as to lay alongside my breasts.

I then gathered my favorite jewelry, hanging from either lobe my best abalone shell earrings, with their beautifully polished multi-colored surfaces. A matching abalone necklace adorned my neck, and hung down to the cleft betwixt my breasts, so as to draw William's eyes to that place. Bracelets were added to each wrist to complete the ensemble.

Our early clothing was the natural color of the linen, but we'd since learned to dye our clothing with berry juice, and this outfit was a variegated shade of pink, to complement the fuscia flowers that I always wore in my locks on such special occasions. As I quit our chamber, William gasped upon his first sighting of me.

"Arianna! My beautiful, irresistible wife! How could you make yourself even more gorgeous than you already are? I must have you at once, my voluptuous Venus!"

"Now, William, you must restrain yourself! We have an entire day devoted to love play and you will do well to wait a but a short time!"

With that, I leaned up and kissed my man, as he stared back into the dazzle of my green eyes. I looked down and chuckled at the great bulge which had quickly formed under his trousers. I gave him a wink and a sultry smile to satisfy him 'til later.

Today, we planned a "Tour of Our Isle," so that we might revisit in a single day some of our favorite places for lovemaking. On my birthday, we always ate breakfast on the beach, where William and I had shared our breakfast and dinner that first day, and where we had first consummated our love.

William and I entwined our fingers and set out to the beach to enjoy the breakfast he had prepared. We took our accustomed places across from each other, and William gazed at me and spoke as follows as we broke our fast:

"Arianna, my beautiful wife Arianna, what did I ever do right to deserve a sweet, beautiful, loving spouse such as you? I am blessed above kings to be in your company, and am most fortunate of all men to possess you, and especially to enjoy the erotic wonders of your body.

"Indeed, these nine years have flown by as a moment. I cannot believe that nearly a decade has passed since we were cast away, since we shared our first kiss, and since I first beheld your seductive charms. In our couplings, each time is as the first, nay, even better! And I can scarce restrain myself between copulations. Even now, only the need for nourishment restrains me from bounding across to you and ravishing you with kisses!

"And how, my beloved Arianna, you have only become lovelier over time. In your countenance, you are unchanged from the first time I beheld you. Nine years have not passed upon your face, not even nine days! You still appear as a maiden of eighteen, and hardly as a wife approaching thirty.

"This mean, primitive life has only brought out your fullest native beauty! Your locks have grown so long and thick, nearly reaching the ground, and have become fair, nearly blonde, from the sun's kiss. And such long, loose curls your hair now has from long exposure to the salt sea. My dear heart, simply gazing upon you nearly drives me to frenzy!

"Your skin, now burnished from the sun, and your luscious teats, all agolden from the same... your succulent pink nipples, now having a faint tan shade... your emerald green eyes set within a brasen face, your feminine charms are now unsurpassable!

"I can scarce remember our first days when your flesh was still creamy white. Though I recall your exquisite beauteousness even then, I am driven nearly to lustful insanity by the color your flesh now possesses, as that of a Mediterranean beauty, as though you be the Venus of Cypress, rising from the sea, dripping and naked, upon a great shell!"

"Oh William," I now spoke, nearly speechless at his never-ending compliments. "You are truly the man of my dreams, and have been a wonderful husband all these years. I am so grateful for your unceasing attentions, how you have turned bare survival into sumptuous luxury, and have endowed us with the greatest comforts here upon this savage shore.

"But most of all, my handsome young buck, do I appreciate your masculine attributes! How dark and burly you are, the clear lines of your well-muscled form, the sculpted angles of your face. And then there is the matter of your considerable penis! Such a long, thick shaft that throbs and pulsates for me alone! My nipples tingle continuously at every thought of your enormous member, and my secrets grow moist whilst they await being filled with it! I can also scarcely restrain myself between our times of coupling, and long to once again suck your mighty member into my mouth!"

At these words, we both sat there quivering with excitement, William staring lustfully into my eyes. I loosed the building tension by leaning over gently to place a soft kiss upon his lips as the crash of the waves filled our ears. Reining in our wanton desires, we managed to finish our meal with quiet reflections and remembrances of that first day upon Our Isle, how we had each yearned for the other aboard ship, and how our farthest hopes were so greatly surpassed upon being cast away and alone together for all these past nine years.

Our breakfast now finished, we collected the basket with our picnic luncheon and headed off to our lagoon. We walked holding hands along the sandy shore at a leisurely, sauntering gait, the waves washing up along our ankles, as we took the long way round the Isle to reach our destination. I never tired of the feel of sand between my toes, and the constant sea breezes that blew my hair all round.

And my teats... with each step, how they bounce and jiggle, swaying from side to side with each casual motion. I am aware of them always, so full of sensation as they are from moment to moment, specially the relentless, perpetual tingling in my nipples, that continual reminder of their craving for William's lips and tongue thereupon. My nipples do quiver at all times, yearning constantly for this man's touch.

"William?" said I, "Do you think we shall live out our entire lives upon Our Isle? It would remain a daily joy if we did so. Though such was my wish when but a young girl on our wedding day, I now wonder if there is to be no more to our lives than daily sharing conjugal joy."

"Yes, my voluptuous vision," replied William, "so you often say. I am truly surprised that no vessel has graced our shores in nine years time. Indeed, the world grows smaller each day and ships ply the sea currents to all corners of the globe. We must truly be on a remote rock, far from every shipping lane, to have evaded discovery for so long.

"I rather think the day will come when we will be discovered, perhaps sooner than we might think. One day, with no notice, a speck might appear on the horizon, and our seclusion will end forever. In the meantime, we have no guarantees that Our Isle might even remain safe for habitation. So let us instead treasure our anniversary today and each day thereafter, and be grateful for whatever the coming days do bring."

Always so wise is my William. At these words, he grasped me around my bare shoulders and placed a kiss upon my forehead. I reached up and placed a kiss upon his neck. We walked hand-in-hand along the beach, my heavy teats bouncing and jiggling with each step, my quivering nipples straining under the taut linen. The morning rays shone down upon our glistening skin as we rounded Our Isle, and we walked through the shaded barrier at the entrance to our lagoon.

A Wild Time at Our Lagoon

We reached our favorite spot in the lagoon, a lovely clearing in the sand adjoining the shallow end of the water, under a shady stand of palm trees. Removing a blanket from our picnic basket, I spread it out along the sand under the trees to cover an area large enough for William and me to recline. Setting down the basket, I kneeled down as William stretched himself onto the blanket. William stroked my exposed thigh as I removed a gallon jug from the basket.

"The love wine, my handsome, from our dwindling stores," said I. We were down to seven jugs of the liquor made from the enchanted love melon, the distilled essence of this wondrous fruit. William insists the love melon is not actually enchanted, that there is an ingredient in its fruit that causes our parts to swell and become so tender and full of sensation. But as my man and I have long argued this point, what does it matter whether it be science or magic? If the melon were simply a wonder of nature, it is no less wonderful than if were to be a product of enchantment.

This discussion had become irrelevant. To our deep chagrin, the love melon crop was failing upon Our Isle. In nine years, William and I had cultivated our food stores, and produced a greater bounty than what we could have scavenged from wild growth. Like all our other nuts and fruits, our love melons had flourished under our care for many years, and responded very well to cultivation. However, the Isle itself had changed in recent months.

The soil in some parts of Our Isle had recently grown hot, as though there were thermal springs thereunder. Cracks in the earth appeared in places, including our gardens, with a sulphurous steam escaping therefrom. The love melons did not grow well under such conditions. Recent harvests had been small, with the melons pale and sickly and undersized. We have kept back a quantity of seeds in the hopes that either conditions would improve or a suitable alternate site could be located. But if conditions did not soon improve, we feared that we would not be able to produce this important staple in our diet, and all that would entail.

Setting aside such concerns, we purposed to enjoy our anniversary day with this jug from our dwindling cache. William sat up, and I reclined against him, he enfolding me with his mighty arm, my head upon his shoulder, and a massive mam pressed against his strong chest. Uncorking the jug, William and I shared a gentle kiss.

"I love you, my William," I spoke, "come what may in our future together. Thank you for nine wonderful years as my husband."

"I love you as well, my gorgeous Arianna," spoke William, "but fear not for the future! You and I shall be wed for many years to come! I foresee that our marriage will last for one-hundred years, and even beyond! I promise that you and I will see days that we cannot now even imagine!"

I took a gentle swig from the jug, and passed it to William, who did the same. The sweet tang of of the love wine tingled against my tongue, and the warmth of this elixir radiated down into my form. We each imbibed another, longer draught from the jug, and the familiar sensations quickly took hold. My heart went all aflutter as I gazed into William's dark eyes and he into mine.

"My dearest heart," spoke William, "I can never cease amazement at your incredible green eyes! Like emeralds, verdant jewels which pierce my heart each and every time I gaze into them. Even after nine years, my heart still becomes aflutter whenever your eyes meet mine! Such resplendent beauty as yours transcends that of all other women."

My man's words were a faraway echo as in a dream as my head became addled from the potent love wine. The heart pounding in my ears became loud as I took another long pull on the jug. The liquor burned down my throat and flowed out to my limbs. Suddenly I was possessed with an anxious energy and needed to stand. I quickly placed a small kiss upon William's lips, and then sat up and gained my footing, as my bound breasts swung pendulously before me. William sat up, wondering at the meaning of this movement.

Extending my arms along my sides, palms flat upon my thighs, I swayed my hips from one side to the other, rolling my shoulders with each turn, cooing rhythmically. Raising my arms and placing my fingertips upon my shoulders, I slowly swung my hips back and forth, and all around in a wide circle. My eyes were fixed upon William as my hips slung about, and I smiled at him, a big grin spreading across his face. William loved it when I performed a dance for him, and this time my impulse for dancing came as a surprise to us both.

I sang softly in a wordless melody as I extended my arms upwardly to the rhythm, reaching my fingers back down and running them through my hair. My upper body joined in the motion, my arms rocking up and down as my hips swayed, setting my teats abounce and aquiver. William stared at me intently, his eyes darting up and down along my form as he followed my every supple movement. In my erotic dances for my William, I seek to emulate the exotic gyrations of the women dancers of Turkey and the Levant, a performance of which I had once seen in London.

I turned about sharply, so that my back was to William, and I gyrated my bum toward my man, circling it all round, looking back seductively at him over either shoulder. I felt the gauzy fabric of my skirt flow all around, twirling about to follow my swaying hips. I raised my arms, placing them behind my head, so as to offer my man an unobstructed view of my breasts, which extended outwardly along my sides as seen from behind, the bloated mams jiggling all about with each subtle movement. My arms swayed about, and my torso bent from one side to another as my dance flowed along.

Turning to face William again, I stepped toward him several steps, turning again, so that my golden mane flew all about. Turning again, I stepped with my legs from side to side, bending at my knees with each step, my arms swaying about above my head. Turning along sidewise, I offered William a profile view of my teats, arching my back rhythmically and swinging my torso up and down, causing my enormous mammaries to bounce heavily with each stroke, high and low, to and fro, bounce and jiggle, all aquiver. With that, I began to weave lines of love into a song within the wordless melody:

Oh my handsome man, oooh-oooh,
How do I love you,
The joy you bring, oooh oooh,
The fire you ignite within.

As the intoxicating effects of the love wine took hold, my dance quickened and grew in intensity. My slow swaying now hastened, and my hips now shook back and forth with a practiced motion. William's breathing became noticeably heavy, and he wiped beads of sweat from his upper lip and forehead. My own breathing quickened as my form writhed about, my hair flying from one side to the other, my head and limbs circling round. My teats tossed all about, constrained by my top garment, and nine years of practiced balance control insured that I'd not lose my footing as the heavy orbs, bouncing and convulsing, flew about with each dance step.

Faster and furiously went the erotic dance! My arms flayed outwardly as I twisted and swirled about. My pulse pounded heavily, both from the love wine and also my frantic sensual exertions. I panted and sweated in the mid-morning heat, but William panted and sweated even more profusely as the huge bulge protruded tensely against his trousers. William shifted uncomfortably as he gaped lustily at my form, whist I twirled about, he now torn between the enjoyment of watching my dance and the desire to rip my clothing from my teats! I stared alluringly into his eyes, silently beckoning that he not delay.

I now jumped from side to side and kicked my feet high in the air with each step. My skirt flew around, trailing after each swift movement, revealing the full length of both thighs. My head thrashed about and my hair flew all round, as in a circle, my body twirling and my arms all afly. And my teats... my huge teats... bounding up and down in a furious heaving, flying all about as I circled round, as though the gigantic spheres were great moons in orbit around my person. The tempo of my song ever-quickened and the words took an evermore erotic turn as the inebriation of the love wine befuddled my head.

Let your mighty cock be revealed,
And in my mouth let it be mine,
And my teats will you unleash,
As they swell from the love wine.

At this, William jumped to his feet and joined me in my furious dance, he singing in a melody harmonious to my own. The head of William's cock bulged forth and peeked over the top of his loose-fitting trousers, a sight that drives me wild! William grabbed my hand and twirled me about, and drew back my writhing body against his. Setting me atwirl again, my skirt billowed out, revealing my thighs, hips and nethers.

Another spin and William snatched at the slippery knot enclosing my top. The knot slipped and my teats spilled forth, heaving and bouncing and shaking all about as I continued the furious gyrations of my erotic dance. William twirled me around and clasped my body against his own from behind. Still swaying in unison, I rubbed my bum rhythmically against his engorged, distended cock, causing us both to gasp with delight!

William grasped my shoulders and wrapped his arms about them, kissing my neck and drawing me close as he circled his hands downwards. His touch electrified as it encountered the soft expanse of my breasts, now slippery with the sweat of my exertions. Cupping my teats and encircling them as he hummed our love melody into my ear, I screamed as his fingers found the pink plums of my nipples. So tender they were that day, and made even moreso from the mystic wine! Oh, I feared I could not bear such ecstatic sensation! We remained there swaying together, my head rolled back against William's neck and moaning as he fondled and pinched my swollen paps.

Now clutching a large teat with both hands, William raised it up over my shoulder and brought it all the way round behind to his own lips. So large and having such an extent of movement do my teats have, that I might suckle them myself if I so wished, should William ever leave them in peace for even a moment. Reaching over my shoulder from behind, William suckled my nipple into his mouth, holding the breast in one hand as the other hand headed south along my belly, as our hips swayed together rhythmically.

Finding the knot where my skirt was tied, William's hand stroked my exposed thigh, and then his fingers probed underneath the skirt, seeking my nethers. My entire form convulsed as William's fingers discovered the hairless outer lips of my secret place. Smearing his fingers about in the oozing moisture of this region, I jumped with a sharp gasp as his fingers glided over the full petals of my inner lips.

Probing ever deeper into my secrets, I screamed and arched my back as my man's fingers encountered the throbbing, engorged rosebud. I stood there, leaning backwards against my strong man as his long arm reached around, his fingers dandling about in my garden, his mouth filled with suckling an overripe pink nipple. Never breaking the rhythm of my dance through this erotic ecstasy, I circled my bum back and forth against William's erect shaft, our parts separated by only the thin layers of clothing.

We stood there for a long while as William worked his enchantment upon my nipple and rosebud. Finally, my craving for his cock became more than I could bear, and I wiggled free and turned to face him, our eyes locked in a passionate gaze. Each holding a hand extended, my other hand upon his shoulder as his hand sat about my hip, William and I swung about in a frenzied, lusty waltz, swirling for several steps along the beach sand, my bare breasts mashed firmly against his hairy, muscular chest. William twirled me about and drew me again to himself. Another twirl and William snatched at the knot enclosing the skirt, which came away just as readily as had my top.

Now fully naked, I threw my arms around my man, locking my lips to his and sucking his tongue into my mouth amidst our gasping, bated breaths. Still swaying and gyrating to our love rhythm, I slid his vest off his strong shoulders whilst rubbing my sweaty form against him, my tender nipples pressed against his hairy chest, and my moist nethers spread all over the exposed tip of the head of his cock.

In a long-practiced manner, I worked free my man's loose-fitting trousers using my hips alone, rubbing them against his groin, the wetness of my secrets wiping against the firm head of his penis, never skipping a beat of my love dance. As the trousers fell to his ankles, I stepped upon them, allowing William to withdraw one foot, then the other, to join me in nakedness.

Ever-gyrating my form against his long, thick cock, we swayed frantically under the stimulation of the love wine. Both our bodies besmeared with sweat from these exertions, our morning bath was now undone by these fierce movements in the tropical swelter. William grasped my bum as he pulled me close, his fingers again reaching under to ply my secret places from behind. My mouth came away from his as a scream of delight issued forth! Oh, how I was struck at the tenderness and fullness of sensation of my nethers this day!

I rubbed my belly hard against William's rigid member, circling about in the unbroken rhythm of our love dance. William hummed the melody into my ear as we rolled our tender portions against one another. I raised a leg against my man to wrap that limb around him, and he grasped the thigh and held it against his hip, my soft foot stroking the back of his own thigh.

William guided me down upon our blanket, slowly and gently taking his seat, and thereby easing me down so that I might sit upon his lap, my legs wrapped around his waist, my privates straddling his crotch. William's engorged phallus resided within the velvet canyon between my soft teats, throbbing and pulsating with each powerful heartbeat. The wetness of my nethers oozed forth and coated the base of his engorged penis. I wiggled thereupon, so that my tumescent clitoris rubbed hard against William's enormous manhood, my enslimed organ becoming ever so stimulated, that my nethers exploded with pleasure as William and I wriggled about to the beat of our sensual melody.

My nipples ached so powerfully, signaling the imminent expansion of my teats. I grabbed William hard about the head as he did me, and William plunged his tongue into my mouth. Just then, my teats began to swell, pressed firmly against his chest. Oh, the heat of my nipples as they burned against my man! How could he stand it? The familiar flush was felt as my teats filled from within.

My breast flesh grew taut with the flush of expansion. Oh! The agony! The exquisite, delightful torture as my teats swelled! Every nerve within electrified as my mammaries filled! Hot surges coursed therethrough as the floodgates of my teats opened! A logjam broke free in the interior of my teats, as the great mounds puffed out further and beyond their natural bounds. Another upsurge inside brought a fresh outpouring without. The skin of my breasts stretched thin, so that I thought it might tear! My nipples bloated outward, inflamed by the outrushing of blood that raged at the surface.

William held me fast with both arms, our mouths locked as our tongues furiously thrashed about. His throbbing penis grew longer and thicker whilst buried between my expanding teats, the great tube of flesh feeling nearly incandescent against my skin from the blazing heat. The pressure against William's chest and around his distended cock increased as my teats grew ever larger. I felt the swelling mountains of flesh become oblate, extruding along the sides between William and I as they smashed themselves together between our bodies. The expanding spheres were as a pillow into which William's body was impressed, and rolls of the gelatinous flesh squeezed around the edges of his form.

William withdrew his mouth and leaned himself apart so that he might observe the expansion. The great spheres sagged down into my lap between us, evermore increasing in diameter. The great heaps of flesh jiggled and quivered, the swollen, rosaceous tips of my nipples trembling and quaking with sheer excitement! Never in nine years had my teats swelled so quickly! Never in nine years had my nipples become so utterly full of sensation, verily prickling and shivering with piercing thrills of excitation!

"Oh, my beautiful, vivacious Arianna!" spoke William, "Look at your teats! Your incredible, luscious teats! Your exquisite, succulent nipples! My mind cannot comprehend this amazing sight!"

As William gazed in wonderment at this sight, I felt his bulging manhood swell again into the cleave betwixt my breasts. The soft hardness of the massive tube of flesh sprouted ever longer therebetween, encompassing the impossible length thereof. William grasped my right breast with both hands and raised it to his face. For whatever reason, William displays a distinct preference for my right breast, which has always been the primary focus of his attentions (though my left breast is by no means neglected!). William marveled how the enormous teat gained weight as it grew, flattening atop his hands as it expanded, tender flesh sagging over the edges of his cupped hands.

William stared at my teat as the areole expanded, and my pink nipple darkened with the rush of blood, swelling from its normal plum-size, quivering at the tip as its own teat grew in diameter, the soft flesh stretching and straining to keep pace, growing and expanding before William's eager eyes, swelling to the diameter of an orange. The left breast, unattended, spilled over into my lap, filling into the void left empty by its elevated twin, and inclined itself against the great expanding shaft of William's member. William lifted the inflamed nipple to his mouth as I reached over with my soft fingers to stroke his powerful cock.

We both shuddered and moaned in unison as we each touched the other's tender parts. My nipple exploded with excitement as William's cool mouth extinguished its fire. William's shaft throbbed and quaked as I encircled the engorged member with my hands. The rigid cock pulsated fervently in my fingers as it lengthened and thickened from the love wine. Never before had I heard such groans from my man!

"Oh, Arianna... your touch... never has my cock felt so full of sensation! Never have I been so aroused by just your simple touch!"

Such William always speaks to me, and I to him, as though each time of our coupling surpasses all others. But this time, it seemed he spoke truly. I heard my man's words as though in a dream, as the full aphrodisiac inebriation came upon my head. I grabbed the jug of the love wine and presented it to William's lips. Not releasing my swelling breast, my man took a large draught of the heady liquor, swallowing several large gulps. I took the jug to my own lips and swigged forth deeply. The heat of the potent elixer coursed quickly through my form, hastening and amplifying the effects already in progress.

William resumed sucking upon my nipple as my breasts grew heavier and expanded further. I could feel my nipple compress as it filled the volume of William's mouth. So tender did my nipples become with each passing moment! My nipple tingled as with an electrical current as it compressed against William's thrashing tongue, and the unattended nipple veritably crackled with excitement so that I thought I would go mad! Thankfully, William shifted his attention to the other teat as the great orbs grew more enormous in his hands. William cradled the huge teat in his arms, squeezing and fondling the pliant spheres all around as he suckled hard at the nipple.

William's penis grew perceptibly larger in my hands with each fresh stroke, as I caressed with my soft palms and fingers all about the engorged head, and stroking all up and down and along the powerful shaft. William lowered my breast so that the thick member grew ever upwardly into the cleft betwixt my breasts, which now flowed downwardly to fill my lap, between which William's member sprouted. William grasped both teats along each of the sides, compressing them together so that his cock was buried deeply therebetween. Oh, how I love it so when my man does this! How I love to feel the hard smoothness of his massive trunk against the yielding firmness of my soft breasts!

William raised my plaint teats along the length of his cock, and lowered them again, up and down again, so that his hard, hot tube of flesh would glide between my cool, velvet softness, and my soft nipples would glide against his firm and hairy chest. We both moaned with sheer pleasance at this stimulation. After a time, William released my swollen mams and set them down into my lap between us. William's eyes widened to behold their new size.

"Oh, my beautiful Arianna, your teats are enormous! They are already greater than jug-sized, each almost two feet across! And so early in the day!"

I replied, "Perhaps we shall reach a new milestone this day, my love? Let us have another swig!"

This time, William brought the jug to my lips, and I drank deeply, so that every nerve in my nipples became inflamed and atingle. He took a great pull on the bottle himself, and I immediately felt a great surging course through his powerful penis, which immediately grew several more inches. William cried out uncharacteristically, and swung his head backwards in a great cry of mingled pleasure and pain.

The mighty head was now before my face, large as a coconut, and grew upwards from the soft canyon between my teats. I inclined my face against the bulbous protuberance atop the thick shaft, and was startled by the fervency of its heat. Clutching the powerful shaft in both hands, and opening my mouth to its greatest extent, I purposed to swallow the gigantic organ fully into my mouth.

As my mouth enclosed about the head, William shuddered and convulsed, falling backwards upon our blanket. I chuckled to myself, for this was the most profound reaction I had ever extracted from my man in the nine years of sucking upon his cock! William lay back moaning as I suckled upon the strong trunk, which compressed impossibly into my mouth with each stroke, as my head bobbed up and down thereupon.

"Oh William!" said I, "I do so love sucking upon your powerful cock! *slurp* *suck*"

Such were the sloppy noises I made whilst suckling upon my husband's thick penis, my mouth exploring each line and surface as my head bobbed along. I leaned forward upon my man as I sucked upon his cock, so that my full breasts might rest upon his form as they continually swelled out. I did not need to lean far as the massive mammaries now hung down from my upright shoulders upon William's reclining head. As much as I loved sucking upon William's thick member, my swollen nipples already began to ache mightily with yearning for his attentions.

Releasing his cock from my mouth, I rolled my teats from side to side over William's chest, so that he might feel the heat emanating from my inflated, overripe nipples. William stirred, as though from a drunken stupor, and clasped my breasts again, compressing them around his cock. I shrieked with delight as he squeezed them, so that my nipples squeezed out and protruded even further.

Sitting up again, William wrapped his arms under the gigantic spheres, and with a great heave, raised both teats before his face. Pressing them together with his strong arms, he brought both nipples together, and kissed them each, and glided his tongue all around. Immediately, my entire form quaked and trembled violently, so that I could barely keep my mouth upon his distended penis, such was the ferocious ecstasy brought forth from my inflated nipples.

Then William somehow inhaled both engorged nipples into his mouth! Immediately, twin gushers of lactation flowed forth in a great milky deluge! I was now thrown aloft into the clouds, overcome with pleasure! Releasing William's cock, my body shuddered tremulously and my head lolled back as I moaned piteously. I would have fallen backwards myself had William not held me upright by my teats!

My man drank forth of the copious creamy flow, and I was propelled high into the sky of sexual passion! Oh! Such joys as my nipples trembled and quaked with excitation! As I rubbed my nethers against William's hard shaft, I once again attained the summit of ecstasy, and my nethers contracted in orgasm, again and again! I remained there for a long while at a continuous peak of sexual stimulation as William suckled forth from my milky goodness, and with each contraction within, I felt the familiar feeling of my secret garden opening up, becoming deeper, nay, cavernous, and yearning to be filled with his enormous cock!

I stood up as William suckled forth, not disturbing his suckling, for my teats hung fully down into his face where he sat. William's engorged member stood fully two feet above his loins. Bringing my legs astride William's thighs, I lowered my pussy atop the great head of the mighty cock! Lowering my hips upon the monstrous shaft, I screamed a bloody scream as my man's thick shaft split me apart. William's mouth released from my nipples, and we together screamed a bloody scream in unison, a torrent of creamy milk spilling out upon his face and onto his shoulders.

I draped my legs over William's shoulders, my pussy impaled upon his awesome spear, which fully supported me above the ground. William now grasped my bum with both hands and thereby supported my weight, my distended teats resting upon my thighs atop either of his respective shoulders. The wetness oozed out from my pussy to coat his thick protuberance, so that my form slid slowly down upon it as though upon a greased pole. We both cried out in a continuous wail of pleasure and pain, as our parts, distended beyond all natural proportions, fitted themselves together so that we might be fully conjoined, enormous penis sliding into cavernous vagina.

As my bum slid all the way to William's loins, I spread apart my legs so as to straddle my man's torso, and took a position squatting atop my man's member, tidal waves of erotic pleasure screaming into my person, radiating from the thick trunk. With both of us screaming frenetically in orgiastic hysteria, William lifted my bum with strong arms and then lowered it, again and again and again. My entire body stroked around the entire length of his extended cock, I assisting by bouncing up and down upon my legs. The interior of my entire torso had become an enormous pussy, an impossible chamber to receive William's impossible member.

My entire body utterly stimulated, my nipples ached powerfully once again. My voluminous teats expanded some more, now spilling alongside William's hips as he sat and resting atop the blanket on the sand. The mountainous mounds of flesh now filled to even greater sizes as they reached to the ground. Placing my palms upon his shoulders, I pushed William back onto the blanket and loomed over him, my hair hanging into his face, and my gigantic teats resting along either side of his chest. My nipples ached furiously under the assault of this continued expansion, so that I thought I would die from the torture.

"William!" I whimpered piteously, "Oh, my William... my teats... please, O My King! Oh, please! You must help me at once! I beg of you!"

"Do not beg, my voluptuous beauty!" groaned my master, "you know it is my greatest joy to suckle forth at your beautiful nipples!"

With that, William grasped a massive breast with both arms, and slid it up upon his chest. He then took the other and heaved it up next to its twin. My teats had now expanded to a size greater than that of a barrel, and lay heavily upon William's hairy chest. William pressed them both together so that twin nipples each the size of a cantalope were inches from his head, and a spray of lactation squirted forth into his face.

Opening his mouth to its greatest extent, William impossibly drew both nipples into his mouth at once, and immediately another great torrent of milk gushed forth. Wave upon wave of erotic sensation flowed through every nerve of my teats, following the creamy flow, as William's great cock filled the interior of my body. Each fiber in my being shuddered and trembled as this sexual flood was undammed, and I thought I might have lost my head forever.

My body bounced up and down as William's gigantic cock slid back and forth in an impossibly long stroke within my body. My nethers oozed such a mess that besmeared William's groin and belly, and flowed downward onto his hips. My man clutched at my enormous spheres and screams of joy flew out again from me as a continued flow of milk was let down into William's mouth, his rigid cock stroking about in the soft, wet interior of my vagina. Such groans and grunts as we had never known issued forth as our bodies were wracked with intense voluptuous gratification.

Blown aloft on the gusts of a tumultuous sexual tempest, we did not note that the skies had clouded over and that a true storm had formed over Our Isle. William rocked me forth, my pussy slurping over his towering shaft, bringing me once again to that summit of ecstasy as the first drops of rain landed upon us. Warm drops caressed me lightly as my secrets contracted again and again over William's cock.

The rain quickened as William's stroking continued faster and harder apace, and William grunted forcefully as his seed exploded forth. Here we were, blown along by the fury of an erotic storm as a true storm was unleashed all about us. Such are the effects of the love wine that William's flow continued unabated, sometimes flowing continuously, sometimes in periodic surges, so that we may remain conjoined together in a continual state of orgasm for extended periods. Holding my tremendous teats as the milk gushed forth, William rocked even harder and even deeper as a torrent of his seed poured forth from his cock. My own body received this copious flow of my man's seed and absorbed it to replenish my own fluids that streamed into him.

There we remained, his semen to me, my milk to him, as a torrent of rain poured down upon us in great sheets! I bellowed out my love to my man as we were splattered by the winds and rains. Our hair each matted against our skin as great rivulets of water streamed off our bodies, onto the sheet and into the sand.

A great crack of lightning split the sky as William unleashed a fresh flood of seed into my garden. The great clap of thunder rolled over, echoing off into the distance as mighty gushes of semen surged forth. The fury of the storm impelled us along to a new level of erotic fury, unknown to us in nine years of frequent, daily intercourse. The tempest raged all around us as our bodies raged within.

"OH, WILLIAM! MY WILLIAM! FUCK ME HARD, MY WILLIAM!!!" I shouted over the wind and thunder.

"ARIANNA, MY SENSUOUS, VOLUPTUOUS ARIANNA!" cried William, as his penis unleashed another gushing torrent.

There were remained, the storm churning our lagoon, trees thrashing all about us as mighty waves were heard crashing along the distant beach. Great bulging clouds hung down from the sky, letting down their flood from above, as my great bulging teats hung down into William's face, letting down their flood into his eager mouth.

We rocked there upon the beach for an endless time, thrashing about in an insane sexual typhoon, the wind and waves of the elemental typhoon thrashing about the landscape, bending the nearby trees nearly to the ground and blowing everything all about. William's strong hands squeezed my bum, thereby squeezing my flowers over his member, enhancing the sensation for us both as his cock pounded my pussy along the beach. My knees grew weary from the constant bouncing, and William's strong hips were no doubt tired from thrusting me along in this position. Grasping me and rolling me over, William was now on top, and his powerful thrusting continued, not missing a single beat of our sexual rhythm.

Now the rain pelted down hard upon my own face so that I thought I might drown. I now clasped my own teats from alongside and raised the enormous nipples to William's lips. His mouth eagerly suckled in the nipples, and the great spurting fountain of milk rushed forth once again. The wind and rain stormed along, and we heard the far-off sound of powerful waves crashing against our shore, and a great splashing of the water in our lagoon. Lightning exploded all round as William's seed exploded within my loins again and again, and mighty thunderbolts now crackled, playing the tune of our erotic song, which echoed forth from every corner of the sky.

"AAAHHH! WILLIAM!!! THIS STORM!!! HARDER!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!!" I bellowed, my every nerve stimulated by the light and the sound all around us, and by the insane, furious stroking back and forth, as William's monstrous cock poured continual surges of semen into my pussy.

After another endless time of continual orgasm, William rolled us onto our sides, and we continued rocking forth as I wrapped a thigh around his hip. My teats were compressed between us and overflowed in the space between our bodies. My teats continued to grow as we lay there writhing against each other, expanding whilst filling from their unseen source, pushing against our bodies and driving our faces far apart, though we lay close together against each other.

Great streams of rainwater came rushing over us, from Our Isle into the lagoon, so that we might have been swept away. William's arms encircled my enormous balloons as he suckled hard at my bloated nipples. The hot tropical rain cascaded down upon our exteriors as the fervent surges of semen rushed into my interior, and the hot, creamy milk flowed in great gushes into William's mouth. Thus we lay squirming together in a continuous state of orgasm for another impossible period of time as the storm raged on and on.

We had no thought for our own safety, nor for the state of our lodgings or the sake of any of our meager possessions, only for our own contorting bodies as we lay there upon the beach, locked in a continual state of mutual coital bliss. Nonetheless, we continued in our furious coupling, impelled along by the heady love wine, and drawing strength anew from the raging fury of the elements, that lashed about all round us as our sexual organs lashed about within.

The wind and waves thrashed tempestuously for a great while, and the hours of the day passed in this manner under the dark and stormy cloudburst. Soaked were we from all sides, my hair tangled up in thick mats, our blanket rolled up in a wet heap on the sand under us, rain pounding us furiously as William's cock pounded furiously within my pussy.

Eventually, after some long interval, the maelstrom blew itself out. The tempest was now spent, and so were we. The tropical storm finally passed over, and so did our sexual storm. As the wind and waves tapered down, so did the torrent from William's cock. The turbulent gushes from the thick shaft of his manhood now became a slow stream, and by and by, slowed to a trickle, and then finally came to an end. The sky brightened as William and I collapsed into each other's arms, my enormous teats squeezed between us, and his enormous member remaining within my secret place. We remained thus in silence for a long while, utterly wearied by the day's long exertions. Finally, I spoke.

"Oh, William," said I, astonished, wetness dripping from my hair with splatters running down all about from every surface of my body, "that was unprecedented! My powerful man, how do you continue to outdo yourself? Are you also a wizard with mastery over the elements? What potency do you possess to continually launch me to even greater summits of ecstasy? This day was positively surreal, impelled along as we were on a sexual tempest whilst a tempest of the elements raged all around! How do you accomplish such things, O greatest of lovers?"

"My voluptuous Arianna, there is nothing without you, as you are my inspiration, the source of any strength I might possess. For it is your charms that cause my member to grow long and hard and stiffen with amorous urgency! It is your great beauty that drives me along and sustains the blazing fires of ardor, that not even an ocean tempest can quench!"

The clouds began to part and a shaft of sunlight shone down into our lagoon. From this we could discern that it was well nigh two in the afternoon. William and I had engaged in coital relations for at least five hours straight, our longest time ever! Though still quite drunken from the love wine and energized thereby, we thought it best to partake in our luncheon and replenish our strength, and to contemplate the remainder of our anniversary day.

William's impossibly huge cock slackened within my pussy. He rolled over, thus slowly withdrawing the full length of his extended member from my secret place. William sat up and I moved to join him. However, I had a great difficulty in so doing. My teats had reached such a new size never previously attained, and I was veritably pinned down underneath the gigantic globes! William assisted me in sitting up, and my breasts were now as planets! Each were at least the size of a bell in a village tower!

"Arianna!" said William, "Your teats! They've never been so enormous!"

Gazing down, I could not believe my eyes! My teats spilled out from my lap and each lay mostly along either side of my body. The gigantic spheres were each now at least four feet in diameter, and each lay in an oblate heap nearly as high as my head as I sat there upon our blanket. I could not now observe my own nipples, as they lay several feet away from my face and thus out of reach. I now could not lay backwards as the heavy weight of my teats now pinned me upwards so that I could not recline. Never before had my teats been "too big" in either my own estimation or William's, but they had now finally attained that extent this day!

"*Gasp!* William! Oh my! What shall I do? I shan't be able to move from this spot!"

William moved apart to get a clear view of my plight, and then began to laugh!

"Pardon me, William," said I crossly, "but I fail to see the humor!"

"Oh, Arianna, my beloved," chuckled William, "you remain the most gorgeous creature I've ever beheld, but your teats...! Hahahaha!"

"William!" I scolded, "How could you laugh at me like this?"

"Forgive me, my love, the love wine still addles my mind," spoke William, as he moved over to me and, cradling my head, placed a warm kiss upon my lips. William moved in front of me and raised his favorite one of my teats upwardly for me to see.

"My beauty," said William, "see how enormous your nipples have become! They are larger than my head! Each would now fill a mop pail! There is now far more breast than there is of the rest of you, my dearest. Not that I am complaining...."

With that, my man wrapped his arms tightly around a tremendous breast and placed his mouth again upon the enormous nipple, now far too large to fill his mouth. All was forgiven as his tongue glided along the extensive surface of my nipple, pleasure bursting forth anew at an even higher level of sensation than before, of an intensity corresponding to their resultant new size. I never imagined that such a level of tenderness was possible in my teats, and I instantly wished we could immediately continue our love play. William gently lowered the massive globe back onto the sheet.

"Allow me to serve you, my voluptuous wonder," said my man, who brought forth the contents of our luncheon basket. Sharing a meal and filling up on cool water, we thereby replenished our strength. Our repast completed, William crawled around to my back and cuddled me from behind. William reached over to clasp my teats, as he always loved to do, but his long arms could scarcely reach along half of their current diameter, falling far short of the nipples that lay so far in front. Instead, William withdrew his arms and stroked his fingers through the sodden mats of my hair, separating the strands so that they might dry in the afternoon sun.

"My love," said William, "shall we spend the rest of the day here, and also the night?"

"No, my mighty man," said I, "we have not yet finished our 'Tour of Our Isle.' Please help me to stand."

With that, I struggled to attain my footing, and William lifted me the rest of the way. My absurdly gigantic teats now hung well past my knees, fairly reaching nearly to the ground, and jiggled and swayed pendulously as I attempted to stand. As it happened, I could only remain standing with William's assistance, as he held me about the waist, with my arm tightly grasping around his neck. It had been years since I was last unable to stand unaided, regardless of how large my breasts had grown under the influence of the melon. But I could not now contend with the great extent of the massive orbs swagging back and forth at their new proportions, so I relied on my man for support.

"Arianna, you remain a marvel, even after all these years." said William, as he stared wide-eyed at my newly enlarged proportions. "I still cannot comprehend my great fortune to have a wife such as you."

"Oh my William, it is you who are the marvel! For I would have perished long ago upon this shore if not for your loving care, and your protection. William, shall we float about in the lagoon for a time?"

I loved to float in the lagoon when my teats were inflated so, for I found I could not sink! The great balloons of flesh held me afloat, and even supported William as well! We waded out into the water together, and we walked deeper until my nipples were at the water line. I then reclined backwards so that my head was upon the waters. Swaying my arms and feet, I enjoyed the salty sea water upon my skin as my nipples protruded upwardly toward the blue sky.

The sun kissed my flesh as William came alongside, splashing water upon my enormous breasts and caressing them with his hands. William came upon me from the front, and extended his arms around the great teats, reclining in the canyon therebetween, his middle laying between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his middle and we floated there together, as though my teats made for a human raft!

"William," said I, "this really is utterly preposterous, don't you think?"

"How do you mean, my vivacious beauty?"

"Well, my teats, of course!" I replied. "Really, how is it even humanly possible to have such gigantic balloons attached to my chest? It is rather absurd, is it not?"

"Oh my beloved Arianna," said William, "I will never complain, for your distended bosom remains the zenith of erotic allure. To rest my body fully in the velvet softness of your massive spheres, even after so many years, it is still like a dream come true! I could remain like this forever, just floating along upon your bloated teats."

"Oh yes, my man, this is indeed splendid, feeling the fullness of your body resting in the valley between my breasts. Do stroke my nipples, would you be a dear?"

"It would be my pleasure, my Venus."

I was transported once again as my man's fingers glided along over the considerable surface of my nipples. As each nipple was now larger than William's head, he required both hands to fondle a single one. The sensation was at once soothing and maddening, for I was divided between wishing to recline in relaxed enjoyment and to stir another sexual tempest with my man. I opted for the former and allowed William to stimulate my nipples amidst my gasps and moans.

We floated for a time as such, all along our lagoon. White clouds floated by in the blue sky and seabirds danced all round as William caressed my gargantuan breasts, whilst nesting in the great cleft therebetween. William paddled along gently with his feet so that we circled around in the lagoon. After a while of this peaceful bliss, I noticed that William had guided us back to the beach. William released my breasts and placed a gentle kiss upon my lips as he took my hand and led me from the lagoon. William grasped me again about my waist as I ascended from the buoyancy of the water and gravity again pulled fully upon the heavy spheres of flesh.

"Let us now climb the path to our chalet, my beauty, and spend the night thereupon," spoke William, a look of love dancing afresh over his eyes. I saw that his member had begun again to partially swell during our time in the lagoon, and that he'd soon be ready for another go.

We collected our clothing and belongings into the luncheon basket. I held the luncheon basket and also William's fat but limp cock, which dragged upon the beach. William held me closely about my middle, his other arm elevating a disproportionate teat. We both staggered under the inebriation of the love wine, but managed to obtain the hill path without losing our footing.

Atop Our Chalet

It was slow going as we ascended the wet slope, and our bare feet slipped along through the mud. We laughed and joked the whole way, as our bodies bounced along the path, William quipping about the incomprehensible size of my teats, and I cracking wise about the flopping about of his limp cock. We frequently stopped between laughs to exchange a sloppy kiss as we stumbled about up the trail.

This was exhausting work in our current state, ascending the hillside with such greatly bloated parts. We stopped for a time to rest along the stream which fed the waterfall at our pool, and William washed my feet. I would have done the same for him, but was hindered by the great size of my teats, which jiggled and bounced and swung this way and that with every slightest movement. William assisted me into the stream, and lay me down therein, washing the salt from my skin and hair. William lay alongside me so that the stream rinsed his body as well.

Our rest finished, we continued our ascent and soon attained the summit of the hill, our chalet. The storm had cleared away completely, and nothing but cloudless, crystal blue skies could be seen as far as the horizon. William seated me upon the mattress of our chalet bed, now quite dried from the sun's rays, and he sat alongside. The sea breezes blew powerfully as ever, and William again stroked his fingers through my hair, to separate the strands. Soon, his ministrations combined with the warm sun and steady ocean breezes to dry my locks again, which blew all about.

We sat upon our mattress, William reclining against my form, his huge but limp cock curled up as a mighty python in his lap. Thereupon, we shared another light snack from our basket, for we might not have had another opportunity to dine, once we resumed our amorous play! The day was now long spent, and the sun inclined toward the western horizon.

"Another hearty meal in paradise," spoke William, and he leaned onto one elbow. His limp but enormously distended member lay atop the mattress before him as he gazed into my eyes, a manly look of love upon his visage as a small smile curled at the corners of his mouth. William lay there, gently stroking my thigh, squeezing it firmly and planting kisses therealong.

"Hmmm, my powerful man, I wonder what we shall have for a dessert?" said I, effecting my most inviting smile. William sat up and withdrew the flask of love wine from the basket, his smile breaking into a wide grin. He uncorked the bottle and handed it to me. It was still a bit less than one-quarter full. I took a mild swig, my head already quite clouded from the wine, and not much wishing for my teats to expand any further. Handing it back to William, he raised the flask and took a long pull thereupon, nearly draining the last of the bottle.

"William!" said I, "is it wise to take such a great draught at a single time? You know what the maddening effects of the wine can do if we overdrink!"

"It was not all that much, my love," spoke William, "nothing that I cannot handle."

But it was too much, as we both soon discovered. William handed the bottle back to me, and another small swig finished the wine. We sat there for a time as the warmth of the love wine penetrated our bodies. William looked deeply into my eyes, and I returned the stare. We sat there for a time, just simply looking deeply into one another's eyes. My heart went aflutter as the familiar effects of the love wine were renewed within me. But William, who had drunken so deeply, was quite transformed. As he stared into my eyes, I could sense animal passion rising up within, and his breathing became quite heavy and labored. A slight shock of fear fell upon me, as I sensed his power, but this passed as my own animal passion rose up.

William moved to kneel before me, placing his body before the great gorge that separated my massive teats. I shifted upon my legs so that I might kneel to face him, inclining my breasts into contact with his form. My teats rested fully upon the mattress as I moved my head forward toward William's, his lips trembling with a building excitement. Our eyes remained locked, and I gazed into the darkness of his eyes, which penetrated deep into my heart and soul. William's eyes narrowed and his teeth clenched as the wine twirled over our thoughts. Finally, he spoke:

"Those eyes! Those incredibly gorgeous, emerald green eyes!"

William lunged forward and grabbed my head abruptly! Smashing his mouth against mine, his tongue darted into my mouth and extended down into my throat! Startled at first by his intensity, I returned his embrace with a passion, holding his head tightly. William grabbed me roughly as we sucked each other's tongues, hurling his body into the velvet cleave between my breasts, our rapid breaths escaping frantically as our tongues wrestled about.

Abruptly, William pulled away and I caught sight of his cock, which was partially erect but growing harder. Having been coiled about on the ground, William's cock was now unfurling like a flag in the wind, and growing wider and thicker in girth. At this sight, I was filled with desire for William's enormous manhood, a fresh eruption of tingling exploding from my nipples, my nethers again beslimed with fresh wetness.

I reached one hand to touch the head of William's cock. Upon my lightest touch, the great member snapped upwards, becoming fully erect, standing straight up from William's loins. William's shoulders heaved and his breaths were as grunts as his cock inflated, sprouting directly upward from his abdomen. I grasped the amazing penis firmly with both hands and stroked it all round, and William cried out with a guttural roar.

To my awe and wonder, William's cock quickly grew evermore enormous in my hands! I squeezed it powerfully and it grew still longer, now over three feet long and thick as a tree trunk! William's testicles had swollen to the size of melons, resting upon our bed. The head was monstrously huge, now far larger than my own head. Never had the potent member become so huge! I knew not what I would do with fearsome thing, how I might accommodate it into either my mouth or my secret place!

William was as a beast, and I again became fearful at his grunts and snarls, but could not resist the sight of his tremendous cock. I grabbed the head of William's cock with both hands and crammed my mouth down upon it with all my might. William growled and threw his head back! I slobbered all around the great head, lips circling around the wide rim of its hood, sucking hard upon each spot, sticking the length of my tongue down the deep hole at the tip, and all around therein, my hands gliding and kneading and pinching the penile monstrosity.

William was utterly overcome, and was convulsively jerking his head and shoulders all about, as though in agony. I could not discern his manner, and feared I was causing him pain, or perhaps that he was poisoned by an overdraught of the wine, and was in the throes. I was becoming quite frightened at his spasmodic manner when somehow, I know not how, I bore down hard upon it with my face, and the huge cock head compressed and filled my mouth! I sucked on it as hard as I could and William writhed about, unsure if he were feeling pleasure or pain. I then spat out the gigantic thing and sucked it right back in!

Somehow, I found a love rhythm, and my head was soon bobbing back and forth upon William's gargantuan cock! My hands slid all along the surface of the mighty shaft, encircling it and squeezing it and stroking it, up and down and all around. William's head and arms thrashed from one side to the other as he bellowed out as so...

"AAARRRHHH!!! AHHH! OH ARIANNA!!! WHAT ARE DOING TO ME??? OOOHHHH!!! MY LOVE!!! DO NOT STOP!!! AAAAHHHH!!!"

Encouraged that it was in fact pleasure that William was experiencing, I leaned forward and rammed my teats hard into William, knocking him onto his back and pinning him to the bed. My legs straddled him, and his member slid closely into the cleft between my breasts, never releasing my hold upon his cock with my hands or mouth. Sucking furiously for all I was worth, I attempted to tame the wild beast by fellating him to completion. William grasped my head roughly and ran his fingers through my hair, clasping my head. Up and down upon his powerful cock went my head, William contorted upon the bed, helpless under my assault, hanging onto my head as if for life.

William's cock trembled and quaked and I sensed that it would soon erupt into a great fountain of hot, creamy semen. But just then William reached his arms under my gigantic teats, and with a tremendous heave, pulled them unto his chest, squeezing them about his cock. Encircling his arms fully around his favorite teat, William tightly wrapped them around the mammoth mammary, and drew an enormous nipple to his mouth. William somehow sucked in the gargantuan pap and lay there suckling at my breast. My teat let down a great milky squirt into William's mouth, making me gasp and whimper, my attention momentarily diverted by the orgiastic sensation evoked at my nipple.

In that moment of my distraction, William's cock discharged its prodigious load. A great splat of hot seed gushed into my mouth. Caught off my guard, I gasped for breath, barely able to swallow the thick goo quickly enough, and I nearly choked. Recovering my wits, I bore down hard again upon William's cock and suckled forth with all my might. Another surge followed, and another surge, which I slurped down with experience. Such a feeling it is to feel the milk flow from my teats whilst William's hot and creamy ejaculate flows into my mouth!

I sucked so hard upon William's cock, sucking with all my might, to drain the last of the seed. No longer did I bob my head, rather seeking to tame my wild man by calming his member, lest the flow continue unabated under the continued stimulation of the love wine. But William's cock trembled and quivered with expectation, for his mammoth, distended balls were not yet emptied.

William understood my intent, and compressed my teats about his cock, and began thrusting his hips back and forth. In this manner, William continued to stimulate his member between the velvety softness of my breasts, so that the ejaculation would not abate. William had turned the tables on my stratagem!

"WILLIAM!" I cried, as a fresh gush of semen splatted into my mouth. "You must stop!!!"

But William only laughed amidts roars of sexual delight.

Submissively replacing my mouth upon his cock, his own mouth suckling again upon my nipples, we continued thus for a time, I bobbing my head obediently upon his gigantic member. His member soon built again in a renewed tension, and then another series of hot surges squirted forth into my mouth. I remained there, meekly complying with my master's wishes. But I was becoming weary from these demands, and it was difficult to continue draining the endless gushes of his seed.

"Please, William *gulp*... *gasp*... please relent, My Master," I now pleaded, whimpering, in between great swallows.

Then, as though awakening from a dream, the wild look passed from William's countenance, replaced by the familiar kind expression of my loving husband, now returning to his right mind.

"Oh, my dearest, I am so sorry, I didn't realize..." spoke my man, who sat up in between the great canyon between my breasts. I released his powerful cock as I collected my wits, and the pulsating member remained there, quivering, in the deep velvet ravine between my mountainous spheres of flesh. Cupping my face in his hands, William tenderly inquired:

"Did I trouble you, my beauty? Were you overcome in any way?"

I caught my breath, and I held William's trembling, swollen phallus up against my face. Semen oozed out from the tip of the enormous cock head, and collected in a pool thereupon. Regaining my composure, I gave William a sweet but sultry smile.

"Oh my! Well, you had me a bit off-kilter, my very potent man! But though I was somewhat taken aback, that experience was actually very exhilarating!" said I, slurping up the heap of seed from atop William's cock.

"Mmmmm," said William, planting a big kiss upon my beslimed mouth, "then allow me to finish, O wondrous one."

With that, William gently reclined me backward onto our bed. My gigantic teats flopped heavily to either side, resting therealong as twin islands. I gazed up at my darling man, his face set before the beautiful tropic sky. William laid his chest in the deep channel between my colossal spheres, laying atop his tremendous, throbbing cock, which was planted firmly against my belly, extending upwards upon my breastbone. William drew back his mightly phallus far along the length of my body, sliding the tip of the gigantic engorged member against the wetness of my secret place. Gently but firmly, my William drove his hips forward, and planted the mighty shaft into my garden.

I screamed a loud scream as the thick trunk again penetrated my body, as though it would cleave me asunder, as it worked its way several feet up into the length of my torso. Such a considerable mass had never split into me before. How, I wondered, could I still be alive with such a monstrous thing all up inside me, how my inwards could become so excavated, how my vagina could displace my organs whilst still leaving me unharmed. Nonetheless, once the fullness of my man was entirely within, he resumed his vigorous thrusting.

"OH! OHH! OH WILLIAM!!! AHHH! AHHH!" I screamed as my man impelled me along.

My nethers sopped with wetness once more as William's cock sloshed about within. Back and forth did it slide and I could feel the trembling of the mammoth member as the tension built, mounting and mounting toward another great explosive release. William's hips drew very far back and then lunged far forward again with each herculean stroke. I wailed loudly as my pussy contracted in orgasm! And again! And again! Over and over! And yet William managed to hold his back his ejaculation as the tension within his organ escalated!

I sailed along at the zenith of sexual ecstasy, orgasms without number, and then there was felt a rumble.... The rumble increased to a tremor as William's member stroked back and forth within. Then my whole person began to quake... but was it from within me or from the ground underneath? Finally, William's cock erupted! A great flood of seed discharged into my pussy as the entire hilltop shook savagely! A renewed torrent of semen poured into me as the ground cracked nearby! Steam shot forth from the crack, which spread and extended, as though our chalet would be torn asunder, swallowing us whole!

"OH, WILLIAM!!! OHHH!!! MY MIGHTY MAN!!!"

Milk sprayed forth from my teats as our hill cracked and heaved, yet William still drove on, emptying the considerable contents of his amply swollen testicles. This fracture of the earth caused a thrill that, combined with our sexual fury, impelled us to new heights, rivaling the earlier fury of the tempest! Such a day of rollicking erotic intensity amidst the elements!

Finally, the ground grew calm as William's surging was complete, and his weary form collapsed upon my teats. After long hours of continuous coupling under the influence of the love wine, William's body had only the strength for that one last sustained burst, and our hysterical carnal delirium of that day was finally ended.

We lay there upon each other, gasping frantically, limbs entangled, William lost in the soft valley between my gigantic spheres, we both utterly drained from this latest exertion. We both lay panting, begrimed with sweat, utterly exhausted from our day's labours. Upon finally recovering my breath, I spoke.

"William!" I exclaimed, "What has happened? What did you do, My Awe-inspiring Master? You are indeed a wizard! Even the earth moves at your command!"

My man, still lay panting, arms splayed about either of my gigantic breasts. William pulled himself up to face me, his arms extending along either side of my head. A grave expression crossed his face.

"I wish it were only that, my love," spoke William. "Do you not smell that? See even now that the cracks in the hilltop have closed, yet the stench of sulphur remains blowing upon the breeze."

"Hmmm, indeed," said I, "a foul reek it is at that. But what does it mean, my handsome genius?"

"Arianna, My Queen... my beautiful, loving, voluptuous wife Arianna... I fear that this volcano is becoming active once again."

"*Gasp!* Active? William, do you mean that it shall erupt? But how can that be? What shall come of us?"

"Precisely, my love," said William. "This is our home and we have no means of egress in the event of such a disaster. We shall be stranded here during an eruption. Even if we could somehow escape or hide, what of our food supply? Consider the sulphurous steam that has already stricken the melon beds. It would appear that that was only the beginning, and that the volcanism is now increasing. I had a fear that this might come to pass, though I did not wish to concern you."

I was stunned at this news. Our home! Suddenly threatened with destruction! What might we do? The exuberant joy of my birthday and our long day of sexual pleasures was instantly turned to bitter sorrow. I began to cry.

"Oh, William, My King!" I sobbed, rolling to the side, and burying my head into William's shoulder. William cradled my head in his hand and held me close, rocking me gently and caressing my arm and back.

"William, when will this happen?"

"There is no way to say, my dearest heart," he replied. "It may happen tonight, or in a month, or in a year, or perhaps not even in our lifetimes. I suggest we not trouble over it, for here we are upon Our Isle with nowhere else to go, and upon this hilltop for at least the night."

William sat up and raised my head, giving me a reassuring smile. I smiled back as my loving husband brushed away my tears. He then held me close. The evening was at hand as the sun grazed the horizon. Beautiful golden shades painted the sky as the sun dipped into the sea. We remained there as William held me close, as the sun vanished beneath the waves.

We sat in silence as night fell, as a deep purple twilight replaced the golden sunset. I resolved to not worry about Our Isle or what may transpire. I will face the unknown with my man William, and will be grateful for our years together, come what may. In the fading light, I lifted my head to gaze at my mighty King. We stared into one another's eyes for a long while, auroras of love dancing between them.

"I love you so much, my William," said I.

"And I love you with all my heart, my dearest Arianna," William replied.

Our lips brushed against each other in a tender kiss. We kissed again, our tongues gently gliding together in sweetness, a cool afterglow of heartfelt love to replace the blazing passion of the day. We sat there together, William's arm encircling my shoulder, the fingertips of his free hand stroking all about my body. Darkness fell upon a moonless night. As my head rested upon William's shoulder, we both admired the stars.

"The southern cross, my love," said I. "Each night have we seen these stars here upon Our Isle. Yet I have not caught sight of that great bear which I had known whilst growing up in England. Perhaps this is the last night we shall ever see the southern cross, my husband?"

"My beloved wife," spoke William, "we shall live each day henceforth as though it were our last, which is surely a fitting manner nonetheless."

William reclined me backwards so that we might lay upon our bed gazing at the stars, a massive breast laying heavily upon his chest. The continual breeze became cool as the night fell deeper. William gently stroked my enormous nipple with his fingers, provoking now a most soothing sensation. William turned his head and inclined over to kiss my cheek.

"Happy birthday, my gorgeous one," said he, "and happy anniversary! As I promised you this morning, our marriage will last for one-hundred years! And even beyond!"

Before I could reply to his words, William was fast asleep. Another moment and I too was overtaken by sleep. The night passed peacefully with no more tremors.

A New Day Dawning

Upon arrival of the morn, the brightening of the dawn twilight stirred us from our slumber. The present day arrived to collect the debt of the previous, and we awoke to the crapulent nausea that always follows the drunken bacchanal of our love wine orgies. William and I bid each other a good morning with a brief kiss, but yesterday's amorousness was quite spent. Our sexual parts, following the night's rest, were again restored to their normal sizes, but felt very tender and sore from the day's long service.

We neither were much for conversation, so we laid there quietly for a long while, watching the morning stars go out one by one in the brightening sky. We lay still, gathering strength so that we might move to the shade by the time the sun's rays beat full harsh upon our chalet.

The air was very still and nary a breeze was then felt at our mountaintop location. The storm had left a great calm in its wake, and the air was becoming uncommonly humid as the morning progressed. As the sun ascended, William finally sat up and gazed all about the horizon. His brow knitted as his gaze fixed upon a certain point.

"Well, my dear," spoke William, a note of resignation in his voice, "we need no longer fear our fate at the hands of this mountain. It appears that the long-awaited day has finally arrived."

I sat up with a start. "'Day?' How do you mean, my husband? Pray, speak plainly."

"Look, my beauty... there in the southwest. Do you see that? It is a ship, and it heads this way."

"Oh William! Are you certain? "

"Indeed, my dear. Fortunately, the air is very still this day and there will be little breeze to fill their sails. I expect it might be many hours, perhaps mid-afternoon or later, before the ship can hope to make landfall."

I paused to reflect on this turn. For so long, we had reveled in our isolation, wishing that no ship would ever grace our shore. At other times, specially of late, I had yearned for the sighting of such a ship, to rescue us from Our Isle, that we might return to civilized lands. In the wake of the rumbling upon the hilltop, I feared remaining upon Our Isle even another day. But even so, I now regretted those thoughts, seeing that our deliverance was at hand. Even if Our Isle were imperiled, I still wished things to remain as they always had been, rather than to confront the unknown represented by this vessel.

"Arianna," spoke William gravely, a note of deep concern filling his voice, "we must remove from this hilltop, lest we be spotted. We know not whether that vessel brings heroes or villains, and we must prepare our defenses, as we have so often rehearsed."

"Oh, my love, my head still swims so from the love wine!" I answered. "If only this ship would have arrived another day instead!"

William replied, "Agreed, my gorgeous wife, but the circumstance has presented itself, and we must stand at the ready. No doubt this ship was blown off course by the same typhoon we encountered, and is now seeking a return to familiar waters. She will intend to stop here at Our Isle to resupply, so we must be prepared to meet her."

We then wearily made our way down the hillside. For the first time in our nine-year seclusion, I felt ashamed of my nakedness, knowing well that our privacy was to about be violated and our island home invaded by strange men. Tears of remorse flowed down my face for ever wishing to depart our beloved home. Upon obtaining level ground, William paused and drew myself to him, cradling my head against his chest and stroking my hair as I sobbed. We stood there for a time, nude bodies held close, my full breasts pressed firmly against his chest, we both already regretting the imminent loss of our erotic freedom.

Upon reaching our marriage chamber, I removed my most modest attire from my dresser, a loose-fitting frock, not unlike a tent, that covered my form from my neck to my feet. I laced sandals upon my feet, that we might run quickly over any terrain. Finally, I braided my hair and rolled it into a bun, wrapping my head in a scarf, so as to conceal every last aspect of my femininity. William girded his considerable loins and prepared himself for war, wearing a fighting uniform prepared for this very contingency.

The remainder of the morning was spent preparing our defenses. We set the traps that we had placed around the Isle, and withdrew spears from our weapons cache. Fortunately, the ship was heading to the far shore, on the opposite side of the Isle from our habitations, giving us the tactical advantage if defense of our home was required. Being so occupied dispelled the alcoholic migraine from my temples, and we were freshened by the urgency of this activity.

Having made all our arrangements, we partook of a meal and waited, keeping a watchful eye from the bush as the ship approached our shore. It was indeed mid-afternoon when the ship finally drew near. William remarked on the size of the great vessel.

"My! She sure is a beauty," William exclaimed. "This must be one of the new clipper ships of which I'd heard so much about. She's certain to contain quite a cargo... or perhaps a large complement of fighting men."

A small landing boat was despatched from the ship, and made its way to shore. As it drew near, William sent me back into the bush, with instructions of what to do if anything terrible should befall him.

"Be brave, my beauty," instructed William, "and pray for a good outcome."

"Oh, William, do be careful!" pleaded I, "I love you so much, my excellent husband!"

"And I love you tremendously, my exquisite wife," replied my man. We kissed passionately once again, each fearing that it might be our last kiss.

With tears streaming down my face, I withdrew as William instructed, as he drew forth to meet the landing party. While still in their boat a distance from shore, William bellowed forth from behind cover:

"Avast! You men in the boat! Hold and come no further! State your intentions and explain why you seek to trespass upon my shore!"

The young officer in charge of the landing party replied, he being very evidently green and inexperienced, and not expecting such a welcome, judging by the manner in which all color drained from his face. He commanded the rowers to stop and hold position.

"My good man, we were not aware that this island was inhabited! Pray, show yourself, that we may speak as reasonable men!"

"Sir, I'll not present a handy target for your pistols, thank you very much! Again, state your intentions!"

The youthful officer was clearly flustered by this turn, and made his best reply.

"I am Lieutenant Jackson, and we are of the crew of the good ship Helios. We merely require simple provisions. We were blown far off course by a raging tempest. Perhaps you observed this storm yourself? I am commanded to reconnoiter this isle and attempt to locate food and water stores, and any other provisions that might assist our safe return to port. Surely you can appreciate our plight?

William retorted, "This Isle is mine by rights of possession, as I have inhabited and cultivated this land for nine years. I claim this land as a territory of the United States of America. What do you offer in exchange for these provisions you seek?"

Lieutenant Jackson replied, very kindly, "Sir, we are Americans also, and you can trust that we mean you no harm. I have no authority to bargain with you, but again, if you come forth as a reasonable man, I am certain we can reach an amenable agreement."

"Sir, if you cannot strike a bargain, then I must speak with someone who can. You must retreat to your ship at once and return with the master of your vessel. I will speak with him and no other. Your boat will only return with yourself, your captain, and these two rowers, none others. I will speak with your captain in private! And bring no weapons!"

At this, the men in the boat spoke among themselves in hushed tones. One man removed a pistol, and made to cock it for firing. Lieutenant Jackson scolded the man, who withdrew the weapon. Tension hung heavily in the humid air for long moments as William awaited the decision.

"Very well, sir," spoke the Lieutenant, "we will retire to our ship and present your proposal to our Captain. He is a goodly man and will treat fairly with you. We now withdraw. Good day to you, sir."

The landing craft left the shore and returned to the ship. William rejoined me, and we waited patiently together for the next development. William was greatly encouraged by the outcome of the proceedings.

"I am pleased that they heeded my orders and did not attempt a landing by force," stated my husband. "They certainly appear to be respectable merchantmen and not pirates. I'm hopeful that we can learn the truth of their mission and negotiate mutually agreeable terms.... including our rescue, my love!"

Great smiles broke out upon our faces, and William and I shared a hot, passionate kiss. But now we needed to restrain our ardour, lest the men return soon and interrupt our pleasure. What a different manner of thinking this was! After nine years, our seclusion was now interrupted or even ended forever.

It was a good while before any activity was observed again aboard the ship. By and by, the landing craft emerged again. The day's shadows were already growing long as the boat headed toward the shore. The craft contained four men, the two rowers, Lieutenant Jackson, and a tall, well-uniformed man standing up in the boat, who was evidently the captain. The boat stood back about twenty feet from shore, and the captain spoke in the following manner:

"Hello! Good sir! Ruler of this isle! We have returned to discuss our predicament with you and negotiate mutually beneficial terms. We are unarmed. Pray, grant us permission to land and insure that we shall not be harmed."

William replied, "Please land and exit your craft, standing well away from it. So long as you comport yourselves as gentlemen, you will not be harmed. You have my word."

The captain and his men complied. William kissed me earnestly, and bid me to stay back and not approach the shore under any circumstances, regardless the outcome. William drew in a deep breath for courage, and removed from the bush, I once again falling back to a safe distance.

"Greetings, my good men," said William, walking out slowly with his hands extended. "Please remain where you are as I inspect your craft."

William looked in the landing boat, and there was nothing therein but oars. He spoke thusly to the captain:

"Please step forward from your men, Captain, that we might speak alone."

The captain abided with these instructions, and the two men drew toward each other. William was taken up short as the captain approached, and stared intently at the man, a quizzical expression upon his face. The two men stood apart, regarding each other silently for a long moment. Finally, the captain removed his cap, preparing to introduce himself, and then opened his mouth to speak.

"Greetings, good sir, I am Captain Robert...."

"Bobby?" William interrupted. "Bobby Penton?"

The captain paused, brow knitted, and stared back intently at William's bearded face. After a long moment, a big grin broke forth across the captain's countenance.

"Billy! Billy Gillingham!," he exclaimed. "Is it really you? Or are you his ghost, ahaunting this wayward isle?"

"Bobby! My dearest friend, Bobby Penton!" cried William. "It had to be you, old chum!"

My husband and Captain Penton clasped arms, laughing and hooting uproariously. The Captain turned to his men and spoke.

"At ease, men! This is my old bunkmate, Bill Gillingham. I'm very certain that he and I can arrive at an amicable resolution to the present situation."

Again regarding William, the Captain asked, "And you, you old pirate, we thought you lost at sea! How do you rise from the watery grave to be upon this isle?"

"Hah! And look at you!" rejoindered William, "'Robert Hezekiah Penton, master of the high seas, a man of respectability'? Who would have thought such a thing possible!"

Hearing these words, I elected to disobey William and emerge from my hiding place to greet the captain. William had often spoken of his mate, Bobby Penton, and I was astounded that Providence had delivered this very man to our doorstep, in this, our hour of greatest need. Stepping forth from the bush, I walked slowly toward my husband.

The eye of every man from the Helios was upon me, mouths all agape, as I strode forward. Each man removed his hat as I advanced. It was a very awkward and peculiar feeling to be in the presence of other men after so many years, to be ogled by strange male eyes and endure the heaviness of their gawks upon me as I walked alone toward my husband.

Following his friend's gaze, William turned to observe my advance. A great smile broke forth upon my husband's face, which silently spoke a thousand words... that the least of our fears were unfounded, that we were amongst good friends, and that our rescue was nigh. I clutched William's arm as I took my place at his side.

"Bob... er, Captain Penton... may I present my wife... uh... Annie."

"'Annie'?" I whispered crossly into my husband's ear, grasping his arm firmly, "I beg your pardon, William, but 'Annie'?"

"Please, my dear, bear with me," hushed William.

"Mrs. Gillingham," regarded the Captain politely, clicking his heels together and bowing curtly. It is indeed my deepest pleasure to meet the lovely wife of my dear friend."

"It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance, Captain Penton," said I with a curtsy, effecting my best American accent. The Captain's look grew sombre, and he immediately replied as follows.

"Begging your pardon, my good lady Mrs. Annie Gillingham, but I'm afraid I must inquire.... rather, your maiden name was Lady Arianna Chesterleigh, was it not?"

William and I both blanched at this query, our jaws falling, our eyes widening as saucers as we looked at one another. William's brow furrowed and his eyes narrowed as he looked sidelong at Captain Penton, a wall of distrust erecting itself between them.

"Pardon me, 'old friend,'" answered William sardonically, "but do tell how you come to have knowledge of that name."

"Peace, Billy," replied the Captain with a chuckle, "I remain your steadfast friend. Forgive me for alarming you both, but there are some realities of which you should be aware."

The Captain regarded his men, waving them back as he turned to one side, speaking to us confidentially. The Captain explained that my husband William is a wanted man in the British Empire, and that notices for his arrest hang in every English port of call. On the day we were cast away from the H.M.S. Delight, when it was discovered that we were both off the ship, it was also discovered that the moorings of a lifeboat had been cut, and that the dowry pledged from my father to my miserable former fianc�, the Governour, was missing from my quarters... five hundred English pounds, in gold.

The story circulated that William had stolen the gold and kidnapped me in the lifeboat, escaping under the cover of the storm. The guard assigned to my quarters was found to have a knot on his head, and claimed to have been overpowered and stricken unconscious. The other guard on watch was found stabbed to death. Following the storm, the Delight had spent several days in a manhunt searching for William and me, but managed to not discover Our Isle and us thereon.

Upon the Delight reaching port, that fat, old boffin, the Governour, was incensed, and swore out a warrant for William's arrest, on charges of kidnapping and murder, and generally for treachery on the high seas. I was chagrined to learn that the Governour's business arrangement with my hated father was preserved, for William was held to blame for their mutual losses. Both men laid out a huge bounty for William's head, and he was sought for in every port of the Empire. Though nine years had elapsed, the reward still stood, and meantime my father and the Governour have enjoyed a growing and profitable trade.

"These are lies, all boldfaced lies," protested both William and myself to the Captain, as he wove the aforementioned tale. Clearly, the true villain had used our predicament as a ruse to make off with my gold, and likely overpowered the guards to cover his trail.

"Indeed, my old friend," replied the Captain, "I had long since taken your measure and knew you to be an honest, honorable man, and therefore innocent of such crimes. But the fact is, these charges remain and you have not been available all these years to present your case and clear your own name."

William explained to Captain Penton of our plight, how we had been aboard ship together, that he had been given the fatal assignment, and how I had evaded my captors aboard ship, only to both be swept overboard unexpectedly, and washed ashore upon Our Isle. Naturally, my devoted husband omitted the details of my nudity amidst the surf, and how he discovered me naked upon the shore, and the manner in which we had consummated our love that day.

William explained, "Bob, do you recall that strange method of rescue, taught to us by old Lew Chow aboard the Indigo? Where one might blow the breath of life into a drowned victim, so that the person might live? This method works, and I used it to save Arianna's life that day as she was just washed up upon this shore."

"Indeed, William," I pointed out to my husband, "explain to the Captain that you are in fact my hero, my rescuer, not my captor, and that I have lived with you willingly and lovingly as your wife these nine years upon this Isle."

"Most assuredly, Mrs. Gillingham," spoke the captain, "for I have had dealings with both the Governour and your father and know them to be swindlers and thieves. Their word is worthless in my business circles. Nevertheless, they are the Queen's men, and the Empire does rule the high seas in our days. We must therefore take great care as we move ahead."

"Excuse me, Mrs. Gillingham, but might I have a private word with your husband? See hear, Bill...." spoke the captain. I stepped aside, but William informed me later of the words that were exchanged.

"Bill, your Arianna is a lovely girl, but really... your wife of nine years? Surely she must have been but a small child when you first came ashore. She appears to be no more than seventeen years old this very day."

William, laughing, replied, "Bob, Arianna turned eighteen years old the day we were cast away! She has just turned twenty-seven! But I am sure she will be very flattered at your compliment!"

"No! Truly you speak?" answered Captain Penton. "She clearly has not aged a single day in all these years. For that matter, neither have you, Bill. Except for your beard, if I did not know for a fact that you were my own age, a man of twenty-nine years, I would take you to be a lad of not more than nineteen."

Numerous such comments have been forthcoming since that conversation. William and I have pondered whether the love melon, in addition to its aphrodisiac effects, is also the fountain of youth. It would appear that nearly a decade of time has stood still for us as we have eaten that fruit as a staple of our diet.

William and the Captain concluded an agreement: provisions for the Helios in exchange for our safe passage from Our Isle to the ship's port, San Francisco, California. Being one of the new clipper ships, the Helios can expect to make port in as little as several weeks at best speed. Mere weeks! To cross so much of the Pacific in so short a time! As we have since come to find out, many changes have transpired in the wider world during our years of seclusion.

The Captain and his men returned to their ship as they day grew late and evening was at hand. Work would begin first thing in the morning. William and I walked along the shore, sitting at our favorite place to watch the setting sun, where we had first gone on our wedding day.

"William," I inquired, "about this 'Annie' business: why did you introduce me as such to your friend?"

"Arianna, I feared that you might be notorious, being a daughter of English nobility who vanished under mysterious circumstances. It appears that my fears were well-founded, for we now learn that I am a fugitive from the Crown, a wanted man within Her Majesty's domains, accused of your kidnapping, in addition to theft and murder."

"Hmmm," I replied, "well whatever capers and conspiracies my father may have devised, I will NOT go about as 'Annie' all my days."

Notwithstanding this proclamation, it lately appears that such will nevertheless become my fate!

"Oh, but not to worry, I'm certain that all will end well... 'Billy'!" I teased.

"'Billy'!" I chided my man. "I say 'Billy,' are you mummy's best boy? Oh yes you are, my little Billy!"

"Arianna," William replied, somewhat defensively, "Bob and I were both boys of 13 when we first signed aboard ship! Understand that this is how we know each other."

"Oh, certainly, Young Master Billy, I'm sure you were!" I joked, laughing freely and enjoying mirth at my husband's expense.

"Oh, is that so? Well then, you come right here, Little Miss Annie," said William, who held me firm whilst tickling my belly. We shared great whooping bursts of laughter there on the beach as William tickled me mercilessly. I thrashed about but William dodged my kicks, working his way around to grasp me from behind, and tickling me until I was breathless.

"HAHAHAHAA!! Oh William, do stop! HAHAHAHA! WILLIAM! ENOUGH! HAHAHAHA! I will pay you back, yet! HAHAHAHA!"

William relaxed when I finally relented and submitted, and he held his hands upon my belly, caressing me. Soon his hands wandered up the front of my frock, caressing the firm orbs of my breasts and fondling my swollen nipples through the coarse fabric. William placed gentle kisses upon my neck as my nipples tingled with pleasure under the stroking of his fingers. I finally turned to face him and placed a warm kiss upon his lips, staring deeply into his eyes, as we silently communicated our shared love.

"William," I finally asked, "do you trust Captain Penton?"

"Yes, my love, with my very life. We served together for five years, including the three aboard the Indigo. In fact, we only parted ways when I signed aboard the Delight. We had many adventures together, on land and sea. I saved his life once, when he was knocked in the head by an errant boom and fell overboard. I dove into the sea and fought off sharks in order to rescue him. Indeed, he is deeply in my debt, which solidified the bonds of our friendship. I expect he will go to great lengths to provide us with any needed assistance at this time."

The sun descended lower as we sat there in the golden rays of evening. Assured of our privacy, I leaned over and kissed my husband, reclining against his chest. William wrapped his arm around me and reached his hand over to resume stroking my breasts. Even through the frock, my husband's hand imparted such a delight. Only the previous sunset we sat naked at our chalet, contemplating our imminent demise. Now this very next day our rescue was at hand, and we would soon leave Our Beloved Isle. Such changes that are wrought in a single day!

William glided his hand up under my frock to stroke my bare breasts, gently caressing my nipple with his fingers. I unbuttoned the fly of his trousers and extracted William's penis, placing a gentle kiss thereupon. We lay there as the sun vanished, gently stroking each other's tender portions. Though the sensation was as wonderful as ever, we were both still sore and spent from our anniversary romp and the present day's long labors. So we kissed and cuddled lovingly in the twilight, and as night fell, made our way back to our chamber.

We awakened with the morning light. William's cock was again enormously engorged, and I could not resist awakening him in my favorite manner. This time, however, I employed a technique from our long experience and quickly suckled William to completion before he was even fully awake, rather than engaging him in a drawn-out sexual encounter. William objected to being denied an opportunity to play with my breasts, but I counseled that we must needs hurry to meet the ship.

"William, we promised your friend the Captain that we'd meet him at first light. We will be late!"

William reluctantly agreed that we must make haste to the beach. Captain Penton and his men were just reaching shore as we arrived. The Captain had brought ashore his wife Millicent to greet me and tour the Isle. Millicent was a plump brunette, generally pretty but a trifle plain around the eyes, but with a swift, engaging smile that made you like her instantly.

"Hello, Annie, it's so nice to meet you! Robert has told me all about you and your man Bill, and your remarkable adventures!"

"The pleasure is mine, Millicent," said I, "but if you please, I prefer to be called 'Arianna.'"

"Oh tut, now Annie, we're all friends here, aren't we? No need to be so formal! Now, it's 'Millie,' do you hear, honey? Only my Ma calls me 'Millicent'!"

And so it went, as my new American friend Millie made sure that everyone aboard the Helios knew me as "Mrs. Annie Gillingham." Except for my man William, I fear that I shan't be called by my given name ever again!

We shared a breakfast meal of fruit with the Pentons there on the beach, and they provided some victuals from the ship. Oh, the delight of lost comforts! The common bread we ate was such a special treat! And cheese, butter, and even ordinary oatmeal, after so many years! We supped as kings there on the shore!

Over breakfast, we outlined a plan for hauling water and gathering fruits and nuts. We then briefly showed the Pentons about the Isle, and they were amazed at our level of comfort. The rest of the day was spent directing teams of crewmen to gather provisions, which were then ferried to the ship. Most of our crops were raided in this manner, and we felt saddened that our seclusion was ended, our happy order thus violated by these friendly intruders.

William and I reluctantly agreed to leave behind our journal, "The Tale of Our Isle." William was concerned that it could be humiliating to have this journal be discovered aboard ship. Also, since we were now fugitives from the Crown, the journal could be held as evidence against William, twisted to prove the charges against him. With great sadness, William dug a hole in the sand at our chamber, and placed therein the metal box containing our journal. William assured me that we could always retrieve it before we departed, should we come to have a different mind.

We restricted the passage of the men to selected areas, avoiding the areas of our own special intimacy, and assiduously steering them away from the breast melon patches. It was imperative that William and I control our discovery, and not allow it to fall into other hands. Why, released unchecked, this melon could result in the wreck of all human civilization! Some of the day was spent gathering our own possessions, for bundling off to the ship. More work would be required on the morrow, and so in the late afternoon, the crew returned to the ship.

It was decided that William and I would spend one last night on Our Beloved Isle before disembarking the next day with the Helios. When the day's activities were concluded and as the men returned to the ship, William and I were left all alone upon the far shore. It was a strange sensation, for after so many years of unbroken solitude, we now felt quite alone with one another. So quickly had we adjusted to the company of others! It now seemed so natural to be in the society of other people that our years of isolation were as a dream from which we had just awakened.

After waiting anxiously all day for a time to be alone together, our solitude now felt queer. William and I stood apart, looking at one another awkwardly, an uncharacteristic modesty about us both. I tugged at my high-necked blouse to cover myself a bit more, to conceal more of my flesh if such were possible. William crossed him arms before him and hunched, failing to meet my gaze. I felt a sense of shame at the thought of this man seeing me undressed, he with whom I had spent years together in open nudity, sharing daily conjugal joy. I could sense from his reluctance that he felt the same. William spoke first.

"Arianna, my love, I am stricken now to think that we are not truly married, except perhaps in accordance with common law."

"Oh, William, my darling, we have been living in sin these last nine years!"

"Ah, but my love, what choice had we? Alone as we were, with no chance of rescue for so long."

"Indeed, William, though we offered no resistance to temptation, and wasted not even a single day before consummating our love."

"Arianna, I do so love you as ever," said William, grasping me close. "We have indeed been married in the sight of God, lo these many years. I meant every word of my vow to you, and more! But we shall have to formalize our union before witnesses if we are to rejoin human society."

"Oh William," I enthused, "do you mean us to have a proper wedding? *Sigh*! Oh, my beloved, handsome man! How I do love you so!"

" Arianna, my beautiful, loving, attentive woman... will you marry me?"

"Oh, yes, William, yes!"

With that, our passionate natures asserted themselves, and a fresh sexual inferno blazed forth. Two mouths collided, tongues snaking forth in and out. Two hearts beat furiously, pounding out as hammers. William encircled me with his arms, grasping my bum, and pulled me close, squeezing my firm watermelon-sized breasts against his strong chest. I clasped his head with my own arms, mussing his hair. I felt the hardness form in his groin as William's cock grew fully erect, pressing firmly against my belly.

William's hands slid up and down my back, seeking to find his way under my long skirt, or up under my baggy blouse. However, he could not easily find his way under these garments whilst our bodies were pressed together in the passionate kiss. Instead, his hands found my head, and he removed the scarf, his fingers fumbling with my braid, not able to undo it.

I disengaged from the kiss to look brightly at my lover, presenting him my warmest smile. I stepped back a pace and took my braid in hand, to undo the weave and release my locks for his eyes to enjoy. I looked teasingly at William as the braid was loosed, and he reached his hand to undo the rest. But before he could reach, I turned on my heel and bolted down the path!

"Why, you little vixen!" said William as he flew after me. But I am the faster runner, and maintained the lead as we raced down the trail. Dashing along, I headed round the Isle toward our chamber, laughing all the while as I fled from my man. As I ran, I shook my hair about, so that my golden mane came free of the braid, and trailed behind me.

"Wait 'til I catch you, you little minx!" William threatened, "I will have my way with you!"

"Ah, but you must catch me first, my powerful young bull," I taunted in reply.

Whilst I am the faster, I was hampered by the long skirt, which put off my stride, and William drew closer as we approached our home. Passing by our chamber, I darted up the path to our pool. Now panting and sweating from this race, William overtook me as we nearly reached the water. My foot slipped, and we both stumbled into the mud alongside the pool. Whooping and roaring with great outbursts of hilarity, William gripped me about from behind as I struggled against him in the mire.

"Ah! Now I have you, feisty wench!" hollered William. "Now to ravish you with the hottest passion!"

"You wouldn't dare! Unhand me, you ruffian!" said I, in mock protest.

William drew up his hands along my belly and tickled me once again. I fought and resisted helplessly, laughing uncontrollably, unable to withdraw from his strong grip. As I thrashed and kicked about in the mud, William managed to work my skirt over my hips, and pushed it off to my knees, exposing my bum and my thighs. Pulling up my blouse, he slid the garment upwards, releasing my big teats from their confinement.

Flailing about in the mud, our clothes were now quite soiled, but William had nearly undressed me. When he tried to pull the blouse over my head, he stopped tickling me, and I then managed to turn the tables! I rolled over in the mud and ended up behind William, and pulled his trousers down to his knees. His enormous cock now revealed, I grabbed two handfuls of mud and began to stroke the member with my fingers.

The soft ooze did its usual magic, and William relaxed and relented, and soon lay prone, helpless in my grasp. I held him thus from behind, slimy hands stroking his huge cock while rubbing my plump teats up against his back, thereby working off his vest. The mire beslimed my nipples, which glided along smoothly against his bare flesh from behind. I kicked off William's trousers with my muddy feet, so that he was naked before me, for my skirt and blouse were half-off but still not as yet removed.

"I win, My King!" I gloated. "I got your clothes off first!"

"You did indeed, My Queen!" replied my man, turning to face me. "You take the last round."

My sadness was renewed at the reminder of this being the last time we should play our stripping game upon Our Isle. William slid my skirt off my ankles, and pulled the blouse over my head as we reclined in the muck. This would be the last time we played in the mud, the last time we soaked in our pool. The tears welled up at these thoughts.

"Oh William, I shall so miss our pool, playing with you in the mud, our grimy bodies slithering about against each other."

"My beauty, I miss it already myself," spoke William, "but our rescue is at hand! We may now hope for a long life in the wider world! We can hope that your womb may now bear fruit. Now dry your tears, my love, and let us now toast the memory of nine wonderful years upon Our Isle."

So wise is my man that I could not restrain kissing him yet again. We lay there in the mud, kissing each other's tongues, sliding our bodies together as we rolled about in the mire. William's penis glided smoothly along in the muddy cleft between my teats, which I pressed close together against his hairy chest. We remained as so for a time, simply kissing and cuddling, when I grabbed William and slid us into the water of the pool.

Laying in the shallows, I lovingly rinsed the mud from William's thick penis, as he rinsed clean my breasts. I kissed my man's powerful member tenderly all about as he caressed my nipples. Our love making was now calm and gentle, for our ardour was not inflamed by the potent melon. Our mood was sombre, and we silently reflected on the many times spent in this pool, and in every place about Our Isle.

I licked the rigid shaft all about, from its base to the tip of its head, as William reclined moaning. I swallowed it into my mouth, slowly passing my tongue all about it well-practiced technique. This time together would be slow and sensual, not rapid and raging as before. William silently understood my intent and held my head gently, running his fingers through my wet locks, and tenderly kneading my scalp.

"Oh, Arianna, my dearest heart, you are so skilled in the methods of love! Ohhhh... Ahhhh...."

So slowly and tenderly did I caress his member with my lips and tongue that he might have remained that way forever, his body relaxed and soothed with his penis fully erect and bulging forth. I remained there for a long while, gently caressing his manhood with my mouth and fingers, in a show of devoted submission.

"Mmmm... I love you, my William. Mmmm.... *slurp* Thank you so much for loving me and caring for me all these years. Mmmmm.... *suck* *slop*"

In this way, I demonstrated my gratitude to William, thanking him for our years upon Our Isle and proving my love over and again. William clasped my head and raised my face from his penis. Gazing into my eyes, he drew me forward so that my firm teats glided along his torso. Kissing me tenderly once again, William sat up in the shallows and pulled my body forward so that my legs spread apart around his hips. Grasping my bum, William pulled me onto his lap, so that my juicy nethers were in contact with the base of his thick cock, and my full breasts were squeezed against his chest.

Kissing me once more, William lifted his favorite teat to his face and stared at the plum-sized nipple. With his fingertips, he gently traced all around the surface of the nipple and the areole, drawing soft, affectionate circles over the bloated pap. The tingling sent shivers over my skin, and my head collapsed against his shoulder, emitting sighs and murmurs of pleasure.

William then plied the tip of his tongue to the nipple, and gently traced circles with that, continually kissing my softest flesh, and licking it all round. Ever so softly, William placed his mouth upon the quivering plum of my nipple and suckled upon it, soon drawing down a gentle stream of its sweet milk. He slowly turned to the other teat, and stroked that nipple tenderly as he suckled the first. William then turned his attention to that other nipple, and nursed gently thereupon, drawing down a calm flow of lactation therefrom, as he then fondled the first nipple. I lay there against my man, still and quiet, as placid thrills raised gooseflesh upon the back of my neck. We could have remained in this lovesome aspect for all time, in dreamy languorous tranquility, evocatively caressing each other.

William then reclined me backwards and gently lowered me into the shallows. The deep mud at my back was as the softest of beds, and I sank within. William smiled a smile which harkened back to our wedding day, when my man made love to me for the first time. He leaned over and stroked my face, brushing aside some errant strands of wet hair. The memories flooded back, happy memories of times spent with my man. A smile came to face as the tears welled up in the corners of my eyes.

Ever so gently, William spread apart my thighs, and turned his body to mount mine. He gradually reclined atop my form, so that the head of his penis brushed against the lips of my nethers. He serenely kissed me again, and smiled, tears welling up in his own eyes. And then slowly, deliberately, William eased his penis into my vagina. I gasped with the thrill of penetration, slightly perturbing our serenity. But I was immediately becalmed as William and I were coupled, and the shared warmth of our conjoined organs radiated within.

I was now sobbing, tears of deep love for my man, mingling with tears of regret for our soon-to-be lost home. William sobbed as well, and made no attempt to console me or dry my tears. William moved his member ever so tenderly as we wept together, cradling our heads in the shallows of our pool. William moved back and forth in slow but long strokes. Though our coupling now lacked the fury, the urgency of other times, we shared an uncommon closeness, our love kindling as a cozy hearth rather than a blazing bonfire.

There were lay, weeping softly as William gently stroked along, and I only did cry out when the contractions of orgasm wracked my secret place. And only then did William's pace quicken as he approached his own ejaculation, only then did his thrusts become forceful, as he pushed me along in the muddy shallows. We gazed again at one another through moistened eyes, each in mutual silent gratitude to the other, full of joy for the happy memories, and confident that we had a future ahead that would be shared with the other.

We disengaged silently, and withdrew to the waterfall, where we silently shared our last bath together. William caressed my body as he had always done, cleansing any stray mud from my hair, rinsing my bare shoulders and the full length of my nude back. And my teats, of course. William always spent so much time squeezing the full orbs in both hands, compressing them together, separating them, raising one mammoth teat and then the other. He fondled my nipples at length, squeezing them, pinching them between his fingers, caressing the soft flesh, and suckling them in his lips.

We spent a great deal of time silently lingering in the pool, washing and kissing and fondling each other, and sucking lovingly upon each other's parts, as gentle tears trickled down our eyes. When the sun finally set, we exited the pool, collecting our wet garments that had been soaking, and silently returned to our chamber. We looked around at our empty chamber, now devoid of nearly all possessions, which had been packed and carried to the far shore for loading aboard the ship tomorrow.

Tears welled up again, and I held William and placed my head upon his shoulder. William held me tight, and we stood there, our nude bodies close, feeling our hearts beating through our chests. William scooped me up in his arms and gently set me down one last time upon our bed, and then reclined beside me. Kissing my forehead, my man placed an arm over me, drawing me close. Without another word being spoken, we quietly dropped off to sleep.

We both rose together in the morning light. We quickly dressed, for our last day in our home of many years promised to be full of activity. We gathered the last of our possessions, including our bed, which we withdrew from under its cleft in the rock face. We looked around wistfully one last time at our now-empty chamber. My butterflies flitted about, not noticing my absence, seemingly unaware than we had ever been there in this place. Blinking back fresh tears, looking forward and looking not back again, we carried our possessions and hurried off to the far shore to meet the party of the Helios.

The Escape From Our Isle

Captain Penton and his men had already arrived on the beach, and had prepared a breakfast. Millie was there with her delightful little daughter Hennie. We enjoyed a lovely breakfast upon the beach and discussed the day's plans. We would spend the morning obtaining the last of the provisions, and would set our sails before midday. The men took our possessions and loaded then into the boats, to be stored in the ship's hold. Captain Penton admired many of our possessions as they were being loaded.

"Bill, you are quite the craftsman! It's a marvel that you made such fine furniture without even the proper tools. I'm sure you can fetch a handsome price for these pieces back in the States, should you wish to sell."

We sternly warned the men to take special care handling the case containing the flasks of our last stores of love wine. The Captain intoned dire threats to any man who would steal or even inspect our possessions. We did not inform them of the contents of the case containing the flasks. We were most concerned of what might transpire if the men were to drink the love wine aboard ship, thinking it to be regular wine!

As midday approached, we had nearly completed the gathering of provisions, and the last of the landing boats were preparing to depart. I had entreated William to retrieve the box containing our journal, "The Tale of Our Isle." William finally relented.

"I can see no harm if the book is stowed tightly with our other possessions," said he. "Even if we are boarded and searched by a British ship, they'll not likely discover the volume if it be sufficiently buried away."

We set out, shovel in hand, to return to our chamber. However, shortly along the way, the ground began again to tremble. William and I halted, hesitating, to see whether it were a tremor that would pass. However, the trembling gathered in strength, becoming a fierce rumble. William turned to me gravely.

"My dear, Our Isle is quaking again! Feel the intensity! I think it best to turn back and depart now!"

"But William," I replied, "It shall only take but a minute!"

There was no time to discuss the matter further, for a crack in the ground opened along the trail before us, cutting off the path to our chamber! A great surge of steam issued forth from the crack, and the rumbling grew all around us to a terrifying roar.

"Let us run, my dear," cried William, "NOW!"

William grabbed my hand and we bounded down the trail, hurrying back to the far shore. The stench of sulphur filled the air as more cracks appeared, and steam was swirling all about. In a few moments, we were back at the beach. Captain Penton was standing upright in the landing boat, yelling William's name, calling for us to return with great dispatch. A palpable look of relief washed over his face as William and I rounded a corner and emerged from the brush.

"Bill! Mrs. Gillingham! There you are, at last! Get in the boat immediately! We must depart at once!"

William and the Captain grabbed oars and assisted the men in rowing to the Helios. The craft cut quickly through the surf, which surged about from the tremors as in a tempest, though the midday sky was cloudless. Never had such a short trip seemed so long, with the frightful roaring and cracking sounds growing ever louder as we receded farther from Our Isle. Looking back, the steam had surrounded Our Isle as a mist, and all the trees were atremble, shaking back and forth. As we approached the Helios, Captain Penton bellowed forth orders.

"Men! Weigh anchor! Prepare to set the sails! Make great haste! We depart as soon as all hands are aboard!"

Quickly climbing aboard, the men hauled up the landing craft as the sails unfurled into the strong breeze. Captain Penton hopped up on deck, barking orders at his men.

"Mr. Jackson, bring the ship about into the breeze and make best speed away from this island. Mr. Jones, stow those last belongings below and batten the hatches. There might be a very rough ride ahead!"

The ship turned about quickly, and made great speed into the strong tailwind. The ship pitched to and fro upon the choppy waves, made turbulent by the tremors from Our Isle. Millie snatched me and took me into her quarters so that we might be secure and out of the way as the men worked frantically. William jumped into the thick of the action, hauling ropes and helping in any way, a great smile beaming from his face. Though we had no time to ponder our rapid departure from Our Isle, and though our plight appeared dire, I knew my man was overjoyed to be back in the arms of his first true love, the Sea.

Gazing out a porthole, I observed the changes wrought upon Our Isle as our ship fled away into the wind. A stream of black smoke now appeared from the summit of the mountain. I envisioned our beautiful chalet, now cracked apart, as the hellish fumes billowed forth. Our Isle receded toward the horizon as we placed good distance between us.

Finally, the action upon deck settled down as we were fully underway, and I went back upon the deck to join William. William hugged me close up there upon the deck, and clasped my head to his chest. It was our first opportunity to be together since our frantic departure from our home. William walked me over to the rail so that I might have my last look at Our Isle, before its sight was lost behind the curve of the horizon. An evil black cloud trailed away from our former home, and a faint murmur of rumbling could be heard off in the distance.

"Arianna," consoled my William, "I am so sorry we had to depart so abruptly. As you see, we made it off just in the nick of time."

"Oh yes, William," I replied, fresh flow of tears welling up in my eyes. "I understand the dire situation that unfolded. But it is so sad, is it not? That we should depart so hastily after such long habitation."

"My dear, we left as suddenly as we arrived. Yet here we are together, which had not been the case the last time we were both aboard ship."

I was about to reply to my husband's wise words, when a new development was seen in Our Isle.

"William! Look!"

A great plume of black smoke had exploded silently from atop the island. The cloud expanded quickly upward to a great size so that the Isle itself was as a small speck underneath. I looked off in wonder for several long seconds, when a tremendous roar assaulted my ears. Soon thereafter, a great wind followed, which filled our sails all the more, with which the Helios jerked forward abruptly, nearly tossing William and I and the other men to the deck.

The thunderous noise told the tale of the great eruption upon Our Isle as the long-dormant volcano awakened from its slumber. Overwhelmed by these events, I could not restrain my emotion. Great wails and sobs burst forth as I envisioned the scenes of destruction upon our home, all the many places where William and I had partaken of love for so many years.

"Oh William!" I sobbed, inconsolably, "My poor little butterflies! My beautiful flowers! What has befallen them! They are lost! All lost! In one great crash! Oh! Woe this day!"

William gathered me tightly in his arms, resisting his own impulse to sob before the crew.

"Oh my love, this is a great tragedy!" consoled William, his voice trembling with emotion. "But my love! Here we are, you and I, together! Providence has smiled on us once again, for had we remained thereupon even this last hour, our lives would now be forfeit!

"We cannot now ever return to Our Isle in our lifetimes! Our former home is now surely a wasteland, and will require decades for the verdance to be restored."

Though such wisdom was unassailable, I was of no mind to be consoled, not yet grateful for mine own survival. I stood there encircled by William's strong arms, wailing in lamentation, the crewmen looking on in respectful sympathy. William guided me to the Captain's quarters, where Millie bid me to lie down. I wept upon the pillow, disconsolate, and after many more tears, succumbed to asleep. I slept as one dead, and awoke after several dreamless hours. I arose greatly refreshed and encouraged, though I have since been quite melancholic over our loss.

The scant remainder of the day was spent acquainting ourselves with the crew. Everyone aboard was kind and friendly to the man, and provided great comfort to us from that first day aboard. Captain Penton had assembled quite an eclectic crew. While the majority are Americans, many nations and races are represented in the ship's complement. There are crewman who hail from nearly every nation of Europe, including swarthy sailors of the Mediterranean, Greeks, Italians and Arabians. Men from India and China serve aboard, and also men of Africa, both natives of the continent and also free blacks from America. The men recognize no distinctions of race and class between them, and regard each other as fellows of the fraternal brotherhood of the sea.

One crewman in particular took our notice, a Ute Indian from the Colorado River country, who the men call "Waterman." In his language, he had been given a name that sounded to my ears like "Tangwassipa." We learned that he was a son of the chief of his people, and he was the only man of his tribe to ever answer the call of the sea. Throughout our voyage, Waterman told us many tales of the Great Stoney Mountains, and inspired us to travel to that place upon our return to the States.

We were alarmed to encounter a certain Englishman among the crew of the Helios. Reginald Wimbsley had served aboard the Delight during our voyage. Though only the ship's cabin boy at the time, he was now a young of man somewhat over twenty. I recall Wimbsley as a pleasant enough child, though rather clumsy and oafish. He seemed quite fond of me at the time. I often caught him staring at me in the manner of young boys just discovering the fair sex.

Wimbsley had grown into a scrawny, pasty sod, thin stumble stippling his chin, not at all a hearty man of the seas. His manner was shifty and devious on one hand, and ostentatiously obsequious on the other, seeming to be quite the little weasel. The other men rather avoided him, and he appeared to have no close mates aboard ship. Upon first sighting us up on deck, Wimbsley made quite a spectacle of greeting me.

"Ah, there are ye then, Yer Ladyship! M'Lady, it warms me heart to see ye hale and rescued from that miserable rock! Ye've not aged a single day since last me eyes beheld ye! Why, it broke me heart asunder when ye were lost from the Delight! Never had I such as time as that...."

Wimbsley blathered on, and made to kiss my hand, which I held back and did extend for this purpose. I was outraged at his reference to my former beloved home as a "miserable rock," and awaited a chance to tell him so. Wimbsley acknowledged William not in the least, though William had befriended him aboard the Delight, and took care to give him his earliest instruction in the arts of seacraft. While Wimbsley prattled along, his eyes remained fixed upon my breasts, never once making contact with my eyes. William stepped forward, placing himself between my breasts and Wimbsley's gawking stare.

"Yes, of course, Wimbsley, my good fellow," spoke William with supreme graciousness, grabbing his tiny hand and shaking it. "How good it is to see you again. I am happy that you also survived that voyage of the Delight."

Wimbsley, his view of my teats now obstructed, looked up at William with a scowl.

"Uh.... Yes, indeed... Mr. Gillingham," he spoke disdainfully. "Never thought I'd see yer like again. I hear tell from the Captain that ye were the rescuer of Her Ladyship, and not in fact the villain of long notoriety."

"Yes, Wimbsley, that is so. But see here, man, you must not discuss our business with anyone, the crew or anyone ashore. It's imperative that we retain my wife's honour, until such a chance when we might clear our good name."

"Y'wife?" astonied Wimbsley. "Such a person as y'self? With this noblewoman of class and distinction? Ye jest, sir!"

A look of sheer outrage clouded William's countenance, and I prepared to lash the impertinent wretch with my sharpest words. I worried for a moment that the sniveling little rat would be a trouble to us, and would seek to betray us at his first opportunity. But then his manner suddenly became fawning and subservient, and he regarded me alone once more.

"Aw yeh, Yer Ladyship, yer secret's safe with me, that it is! I swear it! Upon me poor mother's bones!" rambled Wimbsley ponderously, crossing his heart, and making all manner of oath-taking signs and gestures. "Ye can believe that I be a true gentleman who can preserve a Lady's honour, so much moreso than all the rubbish aboard this tub. Ye just ask for anything, Yer Ladyship, and I'm yer man! That's me! Ye can count on ol' Reg Wimbsley!"

I brusquely thanked the pathetic little troll and excused myself quickly, if not entirely politely. William and I have since avoided direct contact with Wimbsley, and have maintained a wary eye upon him after that time. We wonder what will transpire in his regard once we obtain port.

William and I have been honored guests at dinner each night since coming aboard, joining the Captain and his family and officers. Such things have we learned since our arrival! Gold discovered in California! And that territory becoming one of the United States!

The telegraph, a new invention at my departure, has spread abroad, enabling messages to be sent instantaneously across great distances! Railroads are extending over the American continent, shortening the time for journeys! Soon the entire land will be connected in a giant web of rapid correspondence and travel! It would appear that we are on the brink of a Golden Age of progress and prosperity.

The Helios has been sailing the seas to carry supplies to the prospectors seeking gold in California. For several years, the Helios has been plying the waters from New York around the tip of South America, to bring goods to San Francisco. In the process, Captain Penton has become quite wealthy, and owns two other ships that also sail this route. This is to be his last voyage as Captain, as he now plans to manage his business affairs ashore and settle his family in the port of San Francisco.

The Captain had recently invested in a newly-formed banking and transport concern by the name of Wells, Fargo & Company, and has offered William and me a great number of shares in compensation for our service on this voyage. The Captain assures us that this company is an excellent investment, and that this will assist William and me in becoming established in the States.

The storm of our deliverance had blown the Helios hundreds of leagues off course. But the winds have since been favorable, and this fancy, new clipper ship has nearly made up the lost time since we resumed course for California. We now expect to make port within two weeks!

March 17

Oh my! So many days have passed, spent writing of our last days upon Our Isle, and our escape from the volcano that destroyed our island home. As William had suggested, it was somewhat cathartic to write those words. Though I am indeed most grateful for our timely rescue, my thoughts still wax sad and misty upon recalling our loss. I'm sure time will heal this wound, though it is still quite raw at this time. Life aboard ship has been quite pleasant, and William has been of great assistance to his friend, Captain Penton, as his executive officer.

Last night, William and I did a very daring thing! The wind and water were very still and the ship was nearly becalmed, gliding along ever so slowly with nearly no rocking. Late at night, when most of the men were asleep and the ship was quiet, we stole away from our quarters and climbed barefoot up the mainmast shrouds to the crow's nest! Oh, what a thrilling adventure! I do so love being naughty!

Climbing up the shrouds was somewhat dizzying, and left me breathless. Gazing down at the deck through the tangle of riggings from 50 feet above was quite a perilous sight! We had to be very quiet, lest the night watchman hear us and discover our presence. We finally ascended to the top of the mast! From the deck, it appeared to be a small barrel, but the crow's nest of the Helios was in fact a fairly large platform, enclosed by a rail with railposts that encircled the mast. It was large enough for two people to sit together or even to recline... and so we did!

It was a beautiful night! We both leaned against the mast and caught our breath while a light and wispy breeze blew across our brows, cooling the sweat from our climb. The view from on high was utterly spectacular! I was reminded of the wonderful view from our "chalet," upon the high mountaintop of Our Isle. The moon was lowering in the west, and cast a horizontal glow upon us. William told me for the thousandth time how gorgeous I appeared in moonlight! I reclined against my man, and he encircled my shoulder with his strong arm.

The stars shone brightly in the clear night sky, the southern cross hanging from its perch above, as it had appeared most every night of our island marriage. However, it was now much lower in the sky as we approached the equator. Seeing those stars made me sad once again, reminding me of my bitter regret over the loss of our beloved home.

The tears welled in my eyes as I recalled the years of memories of nude frolic with my man, how he would hold my naked form against his own and caress me and kiss me tenderly. How he would pin me down and tickle me 'til I could scarcely breathe! How he would cradle my breasts in his solid hands, and engage my nipples with his lips and tongue until I would scream with rapturous delight! How his mighty cock would throb in my mouth as I drew it to climax, and how his entire form would shudder as I drained the copious flow of his seed to the last drop.

"Oh, William, we are lost!" said I, "What shall we do? We shall never again have a home as Our Beloved Isle! Oh, tragedy of tragedies!"

"There now, my gorgeous one," soothed William, cradling my head against his strong chest. "We still have one another, and many happy recollections of those voluptuous years. And many happy years of life to come await us ahead.

"What of our unborn children, my beauty?" he continued. "Is this not what you had always hoped? That the monthly cycle of your fertility might return and that your womb might then become fruitful if we were to ever rejoin the wider world? That our sons and daughters might find a home in human society? We are indeed most fortunate!"

"Oh, my mighty oak of a man," I replied, "you are so right, and I am but a silly girl! My nethers yearn to become a fertile garden for your seed, to bring forth a plentiful harvest, and surely that could never have happened upon Our Beloved Isle."

"Perhaps fertility has already come to your wet garden, my vivacious Arianna?" spoke my man, his finger lifting my chin to incline my face toward his. Gently brushing aside my tears, William gazed into my eyes, and planted a soft kiss upon my lips. I gazed back into his eyes and kissed him again, and the heat of passion was kindled once more. He parted his lips as I did mine, and our tongues touched and glided along one another.

Our tongues electrified, and a blaze burst forth as they slathered between his mouth and my own. William ran his fingers through my locks, removing the pins and letting down my hair. He drew his fingers through my hair and cupped my head in his strong hands. As always, thrills shot through my form at the touch of my man. A soft moan escaped my lips, which I strove to restrain lest we be discovered. My heart raced and my breathing grew heavy, whilst my skin danced with sensual excitement.

The cool night air, the soft glow of the moon, the ocean horizon encircling all round our lofty perch, the gentle touch of my mighty man.... all these conspired to produce an inflamed exhilaration such as I had not felt since departing our island home. William's hands glided onto my neck and clasped my shoulders, as our tongues danced from mouth to mouth. Our breathing quickened and laboured as William cradled me close against his chest.

William's hand drew along to the front of my blouse, and we both shared a jolt as his fingers encountered the fullness of my breast. William's fingers stroked my teat gently through the thin fabric, circling all round the vast expanse. My nipples tingled mightily at this touch, and I thought I would go mad as an inferno of passion was stoked by William's caresses. My man's fingers glided over my nipple, which I thought would burn through the blouse! Try as I might, I could not stifle a whimper! My own hand slid atop the crotch of William's breeches, feeling his own thick shaft hardening thereunder.

Fully aroused by these stimulations, my breasts raged as the blood surged forth, feeling the familiar ache as though they were about to swell. But how could that be? We had partaken of none of the enchanted love melon since before leaving Our Beloved Isle! But swell they did! The ache deepened to a delicious agony as my teats filled from beneath, fully occupying the volume under the blouse. My nipples compressed against the soft linen, my teats flattening and flowing off to the sides as the blouse grew taut. William gave my teat a firm squeeze and was startled to note the distended flesh straining against the fabric.

"Arianna! Your teats!" he spoke, "How is this possible?"

"I know not, my love," I replied, breathlessly, "Perhaps we have partaken of the fruit for so many years that we have now acquired its enchantment? Oh William... my nipples... how they ache! How they tingle for your touch!"

"Hmm," said William, "perhaps the virtue of the fruit has become concentrated within our tissues? Oh, my beautiful wife, how you could you possibly become even more wondrous?"

With that, William pressed his lips against mine once again. Heavy breaths blew through our noses as our mouths engaged, and our hands tousled frantically at each other's heads. My hand found my husband's crotch once again as the thick tube of flesh grew ever massive, straining against the buttons of his breeches. My memory flashed to our wedding day upon Our Isle, when William's strong manhood sprouted whilst under his breeches, before I ripped them to shreds.

I stroked his rigid member through his trousers, and William gasped and sighed powerfully with each pass of my fingertips. His shaft grew thicker and longer, straining the buttons and fabric to their limit. I reclined against my husband, pressing my bosom close against William's chest, my teats agonizing wonderfully under the tightly-stretched blouse. I rubbed my clothed breasts against his shirt, my nipples tingling as they burned fiercely, eagerly awaiting the quenching of William's mouth.

Finally, I could endure no more, and I pulled away from William, drawing myself upwards to face him. My teats were compacted under the blouse, whose buttons themselves drew tense as a bowstring. I smiled at my man, moonlight illuminating the side of his own smiling face, as I reached to undo the top blouse button, so that I might offer to my husband my swelling breasts. But so taut was the button drawn by the bulging spheres that it resisted my efforts.

Fumbling at the blouse, the button would not come undone, such was the strain upon the fabric! Fiddling now frantically, the accursed button finally released, but as it did, the next button popped right off! And then the next button, and the next in succession! All the buttons flew free from the blouse under the strain of my protruding bosom!

A long gasp inadvertently escaped my lips as the tension eased, my teats spilling forth from the front of the now-parted blouse, as swollen peas bursting forth from a pod. A thrill shot through my person as my blazing hot nipples encountered the cool night air. The blouse buttons fluttered downwards, clattering upon the deck seconds later.

"Who goes there?" called the night watchman from below, who had been walking underneath the mast as the buttons landed. William and I stifled a laugh at the poor bloke's confusion!

The moment of mirth was soon forgotten as William cupped my breasts, stroking them and fondling them, compressing and squeezing them in his strong hands. My teats surged forth in his fingers, swelling and expanding as they cascaded forward. I felt my nipples inflating, as they had done thousands of times before, extruding outward as William squeezed them together, growing from the size of plums to that of tomatoes. What a delicious, exuberant sensation as my swollen paps puffed outward, enlarging and tingling with ever-greater sensation!

William sucked a nipple into the wetness of his mouth, and I bit my lip to stifle a scream of ecstasy. Squeezing together both teats in his mighty hands, William sucked in the other nipple as well and suckled powerfully thereon. I buried my face against his head to contain my delight. But I could not contain a small squeak of pleasure as my teats let down a milky flow. Oh, what bliss and contentment as my man suckles lactation from my nipples! How he draws that part of me into himself, so that I might remain within him in this way!

"Mmmm," hummed William, while suckling forth, "my beautiful angel, have I ever mentioned how much I love to suckle upon your nipples?"

"Yes, my handsome man," I moaned in rapturous reply, "at least several times each day! Ooohhh!"

We remained as such for a time, in the cool of the night by moonlight, I straddling his crotch, gasping quietly as my head lolled back and forth in joy, William suckling abundantly of my creamy goodness as he squeezed and fondled my breasts, himself moaning quietly in the delight of this act. William's tongue now glided over my nipples, now suckling hard to draw a fresh flow, and again encircling my areoles with his lips, drawing me fast to the summit of erotic rapture as my teats continued to distend to ever-enormous globes.

Such a sensation as the diameter of my teats expands! How William squeezes and caresses the soft but firm flesh! William held the expanding orbs in his fingers as he drew forth my creamy goodness, as every nerve therein tingled with delight! I could have stayed in that manner forever, until William's member distracted me. His own engorged manhood swelled so that his own breeches popped a button! And another! And still another!

William pulled away and we both looked down to see his rigid cock now towering in the space between us, nearly two feet long, its head the size of an apple. I clasped the throbbing shaft with both hands, stroking it up and down and all round with my soft fingers. I finally filled my mouth with the enormous head of his thick penis. William's member had a ripe, manly smell and taste, as we have not been able to bathe as freely and frequently as we had done all the years upon Our Isle. But this strong taste was even more arousing than I might have thought, which made my secret place ooze all the more fervently.

"My mighty King," spoke I, in between slurps, "have I ever mentioned how much I love to suck upon your big cock?"

"Yes, my gorgeous queen," William sighed in pleasance, "every time each day when you suck upon it! Ahhh!"

I sucked William's engorged manhood with a vengeance, licking it clean of the sweaty flavor. My man was quickly reaching his peak when I pulled away and ran my hands up along his chest, undoing the buttons on his shirt. My breasts were as gigantic spheres that bounced and jiggled all about, colliding against William's cock. My man stroked and caressed the huge orbs as I undid his shirt. As I began to pull William's shirt around his shoulders, he spoke as follows:

"My love! Shall we remove all our clothing up here in the crow's nest?"

"Well, of course my mighty oak," I replied, "What else did you have in mind? Where is your sense of adventure?"

"Ah, you vivacious creature!" chuckled William, "It just seems a mite imprudent, exposed as we are up here. But it's my deepest joy to indulge your every wildest fancy, my sensual goddess!"

William has always shown better judgment, and is not as impetuous as me. But he enjoys excitement as much as I and can always be cajoled into relenting. It was so utterly arousing to be out again, naked, in the open air, after weeks of confinement in our cabin! The sounds and smells and sensations of nature always set my nipples hard atingle, and make my nethers grow moist!

William's shirt came free of his arms, as he slid my blouse from my own shoulders and off my wrists. The night air was exhilarating upon my nude back, caressing my fully-exposed breasts and dancing upon my nipples. William glided his hands down to my bare feet, and stroked his hands up under my long skirt, along my smooth calves and full thighs. He grasped my bum with both hands, and gathering the folds of my dress into his hands, he slid the dress off my hips and down my thighs.

Rolling my bare bottom onto his lap, William pulled the dress away from the tips of my toes and drew my bare nethers into contact with his throbbing member. Oh my, how I love it when my man undresses me! This is the single greatest joy of returning to civilization, having my William disrobe me of proper clothing! The feel of the night air upon my bare flesh was utterly exhilarating!

Soon William's breeches were off and I rolled our clothes into a bundle off to the side of the crow's nest. I crawled atop William so as to straddle his crotch once again, as his mouth opened into mine. My wet nethers flowed juicy against his strong cock as I rubbed my flowers therearound, our tongues wrestling furiously against one another. William's hands clasped and lifted the firm orbs of my breasts, rubbing them against his strong, hairy chest, and squeezing his hard cock therebetween.

My enormous teats were the size of great jugs when William lifted them to his mouth. Drawing the blazing nipples into his mouth once again, an explosion of pleasure rocked my form. A torrent of milk let down at once, unleashing an unbridled outburst of sensation through my body that emanated all the way to my heated nethers. The ambiance of the night atop that mast, moon aglow, nude once again amidst the elements, conspired to ignite my erotic fire to full blaze!

"Oh, William, my William," I whispered in his ear, "my Lord and King, I cannot wait another moment! Thrust in your mighty cock at once!"

"Your wish is my command, my beautiful Queen," said William, who gently rolled me down onto the small deck of the crow's nest.

My darling placed the head of his manhood upon my nethers, and I could have screamed at the top of my voice as the enormous shaft split me apart. I had to grab William's head and kiss him hard just to muffle my pleasance. The rigid tube of flesh slid into my wet pussy with ease, which opened up deeply to receive its full length. William drew back very far and thrust in again with practiced skill, accommodating the additional length of his greatly enlarged cock. Back and forth did William rock me upon the hard wooden decking, and I grasped his bum with both hands and held on for the ride. William ravished my mouth with kisses and in this manner contained my exuberance.

We smothered our moans and whimpers between slathering kisses as William drove me along, back and forth, back and forth. He soon evoked an explosion from my nethers, followed by another explosion, again and again, in a long series of orgiastic delights. Faster and faster rode William, until finally his seed burst forth, amidst his own suppressed grunts.

Stroking more slowly 'til his mighty shaft was satisfied, William relaxed his form and rolled beside me, his firm member remaining within my nethers. We gazed quietly into each other's eyes, which glistened in the last reflected rays of the sinking moon. There we lay in each other's arms, my enormous teats pressed firmly against William's chest while he stroked and fondled a tomato-sized nipple.

As we lay there, we might have fallen asleep, but an errant gust of wind blew unexpectedly across the calm sea and disturbed the silence of the ship. An accompanying wave rocked the Helios, and our high perch abruptly leaned precariously to one side, timbers creaking all about the ship.

"Oh, William," said I, "we are going to fall from this height!"

William clutched me tight, saying, "Do not fear, my gorgeous, this will quickly pass."

My man was correct, as always, for the ship soon began to right itself... but not soon enough! Our bundle of clothing slid upon the deck of the crow's nest and fell against the posts of the rail! I reached frantically, snatching at the bundle, but was too late! The bundle slid between the railposts and dropped down to the main deck below! On the way down, the bundle came undone and our garments fluttered down individually.

There we were, utterly naked in the crow's nest! To make matters worse, the night watchman heard the sound and came to investigate. He held up his lantern and saw our clothing, whereupon he gathered it up once again.

"Oh William, now what shall we do?" I worried.

"Hmmm, I know not, my dear, except that I imagine we must make our way back our quarters in the nude! Recall that I did think it was imprudent to get undressed in this loft!"

"William, I am so sorry!" said I, "I could not have imagined such a turn!"

"My voluptuous beauty," chuckled William, "I am more concerned about you scaling down these mast shrouds with those enormous teats swinging about, unrestrained! I hope you shall not lose your balance!"

The watchman proceeded to our quarters and rapped quietly upon our door.

"Bill!" whispered he, "Hey! Bill! I think you lost some of your things up on deck! Bill, please answer!"

After waiting a moment, the watchman left the bundle at our door and proceeded with his rounds. We watched carefully until his back was turned, and then we quietly, carefully, made our way down the shrouds, each of us as naked as the day we were born. William was correct once again, for my gigantic teats were swinging about pendulously, bouncing and giggling with each small step, sending the shrouds atwisting. Poor William had quite a time with his own flaccid member, which batted at his shins as he descended the shrouds.

When we were about 20 feet above deck, the watchman returned again. William clutched my body close to his, and we each held our breath, hoping we would go unnoticed among the sails and riggings, amidst the darkness, the moon having set. It was so exciting to feel William's touch against my nude form as we dangled about in the air! William clearly felt the same, as he gripped my breast with one hand as I grabbed his beslimed member, which became partially erect in my hand. We both giggled and shared a hot kiss together as we fondled one another in the air!

As the watchman passed again, we made our way to the deck and quietly skulked across, taking cover behind every wall and object. Oh, this was such great fun! My heart apounding, I became aroused all over again from this tremendous excitement! Though my nethers were still quite sodden from William's considerable ejaculate, I felt the heat of sexual passion once again kindled therein! I hoped that they would not ooze onto the deck!

William himself was also stimulated from this intrigue, as his member had once again risen to a full erection, at the same size as our coupling only a short time before. We hid against a darkened wall of the hatch as the watchman passed by, not two feet away. But I am never able to resist the sight of my man's erect penis, and so, as William peeked around the corner, I opened my mouth and fully swallowed his cock!

William jumped a mile and stifled a startled yelp, my laughter muffled by the strong member, which filled my mouth. William's cock was tasty, being quite covered with his sticky ejaculate. William wrestled with conflicting feelings as his fear of discovery warred with the pleasure imparted by my lips and tongue.

"Arianna! You must stop that at once!" William hushed into my ear, as I giggled to myself without relenting.

William's opposition waned immediately, as he conceded to my irresistible fellation. He lay there quietly as I sucked upon his hard penis, my soft hands stroking up and down upon the stiff shaft. However, he had just ejaculated only a short time previously, and though he was fully erect, there as yet was no seed to draw forth. The watchman passed by as William lay prone under my erotic ministrations, and a further time later, when the watchman passed again, I finally did relent.

"Come, Arianna," scolded William, after I had disgorged his rigid shaft from my mouth, "It was foolish to take such a chance!"

"But my love," I teased, "you were not complaining but a moment ago!"

William kissed me full on the mouth, we both chuckled again, and he grasped my hand tightly. We quickly strode across deck to our cabin below the forecastle. My breasts bounced heavily with each bounding stride, William's shaft towering before him as a flagpole while he ran. William tried the doorknob and it opened, and we quickly entered the cabin. Closing the door quietly behind us, we fell against the wall and slid to the floor, laughing and cuddling, the passion igniting again to a full blaze. Tongues intertwined again, but I pulled away suddenly.

"Oh dear! I nearly forgot!" said I, quickly opening the door and retrieving the bundle of our clothing. "I shall have to repair these garments straightaway!"

But that did not transpire, as William and I had yet to expend the latest blaze of sexual fire. I soon resumed sucking his cock, and William took a turn suckling at my teats, drawing forth another great flow from my limitless supply of sweet milk. Ecstasy again billowed forth from my nipples as my man worked his wonders. As always happens, my milk arouses William to greater heights, so that his shaft grew ever longer and thicker and harder, if such were even possible.

Returning again to William's penis, plied my lips and tongue thereupon once again, and soon coaxed him to completion, his hot seed squirting into my mouth. There were only five spurts this time, and only three mouthfuls, a very modest harvest from my husband's powerful organ. I remained thereupon for a time, savoring the taste of William's seed upon my palette, sucking again upon the slackening member to draw out the last dribbles.

William leaned over to kiss me. "My lovely dream, my cock is quite raw from performing double duty over so short a span. But such a treat, to spend such times with you! I love you, my dear heart, and all the wonderful things you do for me. That was a tremendous adventure, was it not? I am the most fortunate of men to have an eager, vivacious playmate such as you for my wife, my gorgeous Arianna!"

"Oh William, it is I who am most fortunate. I realize now that we can have many adventures together, erotic and otherwise, anywhere we might find ourselves, even though Our Beloved Isle is now lost to us forever. But let us sleep now, my heart, and see what the new day brings."

We crawled nude under the covers of our bed, and were soon both fast asleep. Upon waking this morning, our parts were again back to their normal sizes, as had always happened after sharing our love melon. We cuddled before rising and didn't attempt another coupling, as William's member was still quite sore.

On first watch, the Captain shared some words with William. Apparently, word reached him of some suspicious happenings aboard ship last night, and the Captain asked William to do his part to insure that such instances were not repeated. William meekly assured Captain Penton that he would do his part to prevent any such occurrences aboard ship. But oh my, did not William and I have great fun! I cannot wait to make landfall and explore the wilds of America with my man!

March 20

After two weeks of continual arrangements, William has kept his promise to give me a proper wedding! Millie and I had been working tirelessly to complete my wedding dress, a beautiful shade of peach, all covered about with buttons and sequins and the finest needlework. The Queen of England herself was not dressed in such finery on her own special day!

The service was performed atop the forecastle deck in the late afternoon of the 15th, just as the Helios crossed the equator. Millie was my matron of honour, and little Henrietta was my bridesmaid. Though William should have liked the Captain to stand up with him as groomsman, the Captain himself performed the ceremony to solemnise our union, so that honor fell to our friend, Waterman. The ship's first mate, young Lieutenant Jackson, walked me down the deck to meet my man, and the musically-inclined crewmen played their many-varied instruments in a lovely wedding march.

It was a lovely ceremony, and the Captain's words were most eloquent. When he asked whether there be anyone who knew of reason why we should not be joined, William and I breathed an audible sigh of relief that Wimbsley had the good sense to hold his foul tongue. Captain Penton had produced a pair of matching gold bands from the ship's stores, which were presented by little Hennie.

William and I placed these rings upon each other's fingers, for to be an outward sign of the vows we had taken nine years thence and renewed that day. I gazed down at my left hand, the shiny ring fitting snugly upon my third finger, a feeling familiar to all new brides, but strange upon the hand of an old wife of many years such as me. I was so grateful to finally have a visible token of my devotion to William to present before the world.

When the Captain commanded William to kiss his bride, the ship's complement broke out with three resounding cheers, and a lengthy, sustained applause. I smiled brightly as tears of joy streamed down my cheeks, looking out upon the happy crew, grateful to share this day among our new friends.

We then enjoyed a sumptuous wedding feast in the ship's hold. What a pleasure it is to eat a variety of foods once again. We do so especially value the humble breads and cheeses that we had done without for so long upon Our Isle.

We attempted to sneak away inauspiciously from the feast to return to our cabin, but some of the men spotted us, and our departure was accompanied by the coarse, bawdy hoots and whistles of the crew. William made a flamboyant bow, and I curtsied ostentatiously, and the entire assembly roared with laughter and applause as we made our very-conspicuous escape.

We returned to our quarters with the true feeling of a newly-married couple, now having taken public vows before our friends gathered as our witnesses. William kissed me as we stood there before the bed, he seeming even taller, and more handsome and dashing than ever in his formal wedding clothes.

William slowly undid the buttons of my dress. As he worked his way downward, the cleave that separated my breasts was exposed, inch by inch. As he reached my belly, my creamy, melon-sized teats spilled out. At the fresh sight of my plum-sized nipples, William's excitement overflowed as that of an unconsummated bachelor, our day's long anticipation finally fulfilled.

Oh, what a special time we shared all along though the long hours of that night. But I think I shall preserve that story in my memory alone and not write that one down! The pages of this journal run short, and we hope reach port within another week. I cannot wait to make landfall in America and explore my new home with my beloved husband William!

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A Grandaughter's Postscript

My Grandma Annie would often regale us grandchildren with fanciful tales of her youth: that she was an English noblewoman by birth; that she and Grandpa Bill met aboard a sailing ship; that they were marooned alone on a desert isle for many years; and that they were fugitives from the British Empire before settling in the Colorado territory. We kids regarded these tall tales as amusing diversions, suitable only for bedtime telling. After all, Grandma was just a simple frontier woman who always spoke like a Virginia farmgirl, the same as Grandpa.

Naturally, Grandma would have never shared with the children any sexy details of her marital relations between Grandpa and herself. But who could have imagined what a randy couple they really were in their youth! No wonder they had fourteen kids! We kids never did understand why Grandma's bosom was so huge compared to that of other women, nor why this was also the case with our mother and aunts, even our uncle's wives. Even when my parents first gave James and me our own magic melons for our honeymoon, which caused my own breasts to swell so enormously, the family was still mystified by the nature and origin of this remarkable fruit.

Who could have imagined that such crazy stories might actually be true! The discovery of Grandma's journal sheds light on so many things, such as why she and Grandpa Bill appeared so incredibly youthful, even in their 70s. I only wish my grandparents had not disappeared so long ago, since I might have liked to ask Grandma Annie of these things myself. At least my daughters and nieces will now know more about their heritage, and be able to carefully preserve our special family secret.

- Mabel Gillingham Penton, September 9, 1927