Another Sequel to The Tale of Our Isle, continuing
the story of Grandma Annie's Sea Journal
and The Story of Our Homecoming.

This journal was one of many journals discovered in 1927 in a secret vault at the former estate of my great-great-great-grandparents, William and Arianna Gillingham. Other journals were discovered, including several motherly journals written by Grandma Annie about her children, their friends, and family life at their homestead. This journal was the last one of three erotic journals that disclose very explicit details of the most intimate aspects of their sex lives. One can only assume that these journals were created strictly for their own pleasure and reminiscings, and never intended to be read by anyone else, especially their own children and later descendants. Grandma Annie and Grandpa Bill had been long remembered as loving parents and grandparents, but the amazing disclosures of these erotic journals, along with Grandpa Bill's erotic sketchbook of his wife, have cast new light on this wonderful couple. These journals, along with their first, "The Tale of Our Isle," recovered in 1945, have inspired generations of our family to build loving and devoted marriages with their spouses through frequent indulgence in wild, passionate, uninhibited sex.

Table of Contents
(To help navigate this very long document, the following links are provided.)

Part 1 (2,666 words)
Part 2 (2,375 words)
Part 3 (3,886 words)
Part 4 (2,295 words)
Part 5 (7,363 words)
Part 6 (1,516 words)
Part 7 (2,441 words)
Part 8 (6,305 words)
Part 9 (12,538 words)
Part 10 (3,521 words)
Part 11 (1,099 words)
Part 12 (5,776 words)
Postscript (1,678 words)
Total - 53,736 words (about 100 pages, single spaced)

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The Tale of Our Mountain
A Journal of William Horatio Gillingham, III, Esq.

My memories are full of many treasured memories of my beloved wife Arianna. In my mind's eye, I recall my first sighting of her, as a young girl, turning from the sea to smile at me, upon the deck of the H.M.S. Delight. I picture my Arianna on our wedding day, cast away alone with me in amorous solitude upon Our Isle, her ample breasts hanging low about her hips, her plump, nude form adorned with butterflies. In my thoughts I see the image of my Arianna at our mountain pool, her full, ripe, naked body as it emerged, dripping wet, from the cool waters, her flesh glistening, on the day we conceived our son William.

So many images do I hold in my mind of the many long years of our loving marriage, for my voluptuous Arianna has always been an exquisite beauty, a superlative lover, a lively playmate, and a devoted companion. Each moment spent in her company over the years of our marriage has been as a priceless treasure, a fortune of inestimable value.

How I do adore my wife and her abundant feminine charms, as she was on our wedding day, and has been every day thereafter. Though our frontier existence has been rough and full of daily struggle, our hard labors have not shown upon my Arianna, who retains the fresh and unblemished visage of a girl in the full flower of youth, as she was on our first day marooned upon Our Isle, when we consummated our love.

Arianna's face is as smooth and white as cream, as is every stretch of skin upon her lithe, supple form. A ruddy blush rests upon her cheeks, and also upon all her plump flesh, so that she veritably glows with youthful health and vigor. A small, pert nose resides in the center of her lovely face, above a full pair of luscious red lips, which perpetually curve upward in an inviting smile.

It is Arianna's gorgeous green eyes that evermore drive me to madness, dazzling verdant jewels that pierce through to my heart each time I stare thereinto. Arianna's scintillating eyes penetrate with a seductive gaze, setting ablaze a conflagration of ardor with a mere glance. The magnificent emeralds of her eyes are set behind tinted lids, and encircled by a forest of dark lashes, under two thin arches upon her brows.

A luxurious mane of golden-brown tresses sprouts from Arianna's majestic head, cascading down upon the soft curves of her shoulders, and down the narrow taper of her back to an impossibly tiny waist. Such resplendent feminine glories are embodied in Arianna's fulsome form, as her ample hips swell forth therefrom again, down along the creamy fullness of her thighs, attenuating again at her slim knees, billowing again to her ripe calves, and vanishing once more at her slight ankles.

Arianna's hands are silky smooth, not at all hard and calloused as those of a common frontier farmwife, and tipped with delicate fingers having long nails, which look fine at all times, even with dirt thereunder from hard labor. Her toes are plump and well-made, and her feet remain so very soft and pliable, though my wife goes around barefoot at all times in warm weather. Indeed, Arianna is utterly unaffected by the toil of pioneer life, and remains as a gentle wildflower of our wilderness home.

But of all the wondrous beauties of the female form expressed in my wife Arianna's glorious body, none compare with the splendorous charms of her abundant bosom. Mere words cannot describe Arianna's exquisite breasts, and one could exhaust a vocabulary of superlatives in expressing the entrancing beauty of her enormous spheres of comely flesh.

Tremendous and gigantic, firm yet pliant, the magnificent orbs of Arianna's bosom are of a grandeur unsurpassed by all other women. So large and perfect are my wife's breasts that each sensual globe cannot be entirely grasped in both my hands. I might lose my face in the softness of the velvet cleft that separates the delightful mounds, for each voluminous teat is considerably larger than mine own head, each one over a foot in diameter, and bearing the proportions of a watermelon, enormous pink orbs of the softest flesh, that hang full down upon her belly, covering over her navel, to reside at the level of her hips.

The creamy expanse of Arianna's generous spheres terminate with rosaceous nipples of greatest tenderness, the epitome of delicate feminine flesh, of an aethereal softness that I might have believed impossible for a mortal woman. Large are the succulent pink buds at the tips of Arianna's breasts, so large as to nearly fill my open mouth, as the size of overripe plums. Encircling these delightful paps are enormous areoles, themselves larger in extent than the breasts of most other women, of the diameter of a saucer, and of a silky-fine flesh, nearly translucent, and drawn taut by their tremendous size, so as to shine as if polished.

So full of sensation are my Arianna's breasts that her nipples tingle at all times, yearning for my continual touch, she thus being maintained in a constant state of sexual arousal. Arianna jolts with pleasure at each slight touch upon her breasts, moaning loudly at every light stroke over her delicate nipples. So tender and full of sensation are Arianna's breasts that she often attains the culmination of sexual excitement by a simple touch thereupon, and as I suckle upon the soft buds of her nipples, orgasm follows orgasm accompanied by her loud groans and whimpers.

Erotic sensation resides perpetually within the juicy folds of Arianna's secret place, which seep and ooze constantly. The feminine parts therein are also unique among women by virtue of their great size, for the outer lips of Arianna's vagina are full and swollen, and the inner lips thereof are as ruffled flounces of pink flesh that extend downward onto her thighs, and perpetually drip with erotic anticipation for our next coupling.

Atop this delightful divide sits the rosebud of her clitoris, a thick, red protuberance, longer than my thumb and twice as thick, that veritably shudders with concupiscent delight when I suckle it into my mouth during our frequent times of intimacy. My Arianna's nethers are utterly hairless, just as her legs and arms and the pits thereof, and thus offer an unobstructed view of her wondrous feminine charms.

Often do we seek to engage in love play throughout each day, though such occasions have now become inopportune by the constant companionship of our children. Nonetheless, we seek every opportunity to find moments of solitude, slipping away to our barn or our crop fields, and far out into Our Meadow, away from our cabin. We arise each morning before the children to share our love, and spend every evening in the same manner, after the children have retired.

But it was not always so, for long had we two lived as just a couple, alone upon Our Isle, in open nudity under the sun and in the surf, engaged all the day in lovemaking, our limbs perpetually entwined, our mouths lavishing pleasure and satisfaction upon one another. Tongues slathering back and forth into each other's mouths, arms encircling and caressing one another, thus did we lay about for hours at a stretch, kissing and fondling each other out in the sun and surf, and under the cool shade upon the soft shore grass.

Continually did our mouths explore each other's bodies, as I would kiss and lick Arianna's creamy skin, nuzzling my face within every tender fold, my tongue exploring again and again her soft contours, suckling the tender buds of her nipples with my lips, and wending my way down to the delightful sweetness of her secret parts, continually driving my beloved to a state of erotic madness.

Taking her turn in kind, Arianna's great joy would be to suck my penis within her mouth, and stroke the rigid shaft with her lips and tongue, her head bobbing back and forth thereupon, impelling to me the summit of sexual pleasure.

"Oh, William," says my wife between great slobbers upon my member, "I love you so, my powerful man! Oh! Oh, and how I love to suck upon your enormous penis! Mmmmm...."

And I return such sentiments, telling my beloved Arianna of her unsurpassed beauty, of the perfection of her every part, my ongoing amazement at the staggering enormity of her impeccable breasts. At other times would Arianna suck upon my cock as I would suck upon her delightful pussy, so that we both would share the joys of giving pleasure to the other while simultaneously receiving pleasure for ourselves.

At times we would pursue such oral ecstasies to their completion, while at other times we would couple in intercourse, my rigid trunk plunging forth into the hot wetness of her womanly chamber, and rocking her form back and forth until she would scream with delight. In the sharing of such raptures did we fill each day for nine swift years, until our island kingdom was threatened, and we were fortuitously rescued by my best friend in this world.

We are now cast out of our tropical eden, as we presently eke out a simple existence in the wilderness of the Stoney Mountains. Gone are the days of leisurely plucking fruit that hung down abundantly from the trees, to be gathered at our convenience between times of coupling. We now fend for survival against wild beasts, and contend with insects and rodents and other pests that seek to devour the fruits of our labors. The winters in this temperate land are severe, as several feet of snow collect upon the ground over the span of the cold season.

Though our meat is now obtained through our daily toil, we are blessed with many compensations, for our secluded mountain meadow is well-watered, and the soil fertile, and a great harvest is brought forth each season. Though the beasts are a nuisance, the hunting and trapping are excellent, and our larder is full at all times.

Our crops are many and varied, but our most treasured produce is the delightful love melon, which we brought home from Our Isle. This mysterious fruit, indigenous to our former tropical home, has thrived at our mountain homestead, and brings forth an annual harvest. Though our crop is now available only in season, we've happily discovered that the fruit keeps well, and winters over, so that the crop lasts well into the next summer. Any melons that do not keep are made into the love wine, so that we might enjoy the powerful virtues of the melon between seasons.

And so powerful are the virtues of our love melon! For the melon possesses unusual aphrodisiac properties, fueling our ardor and driving us both to an erotic frenzy! The love melon is pink in color, having a darker pink protrusion on the end, giving it the appearance of an enormous breast! And such are the effects of our melon to make my wife's breasts grow to a considerable size while under its influence, and cause my own manhood to increase considerably in length and girth, and also in male potency.

A lustful inebriation seizes us while partaking of our melon, so that our sexual organs become greatly engorged and obtain the fullest erotic sensation. At such times, our heads swim so that the world seems unreal, and we enter a transcendence where nothing exists but each other and our entangled bodies.

On such occasions, Arianna's teats become hot, drawing taut, and then do they expand, inflating as enormous balloons of sensual joy, growing larger in size, the tender flesh thereunder multiplying and increasing through a process we do not understand. So do Arianna's breasts grow evermore gigantic as I squeeze the supple firmness, and mash my face between them, losing myself utterly within their velvet softness.

Rolling my face all around, my lips find Arianna's enormous nipples, and I lose myself suckling upon the expanding paps and caressing them with my tongue. The soft flesh compresses in my mouth as I suckle forth, and soon she lets down her sweetest lactation, which drives me along with wild abandon, causing my manhood to become ever more aroused, growing longer and thicker in girth, and even more full of sensation.

In her turn, Arianna sucks hard upon the tremendous shaft of my cock, which grows more and more gigantic from her tender attentions, her tongue and lips caressing the trunk and head, her soft fingers stroking all along and encircling the member therearound. So furiously does she suck upon my manhood, so that the expanding organ can be barely retained within her mouth.

At times does my beautiful Arianna suckle down the hot seed that issues copiously forth, draining the potent member of its last drop of issue. At other times does Arianna withdraw, so that the thick trunk might be planted within her nethers, which open wide to receive the engorged shaft. Back and forth do I stroke within her tender moistness, Arianna's enormous, expanding breasts pressed against my chest. In this way are we blown to the heights of ecstasy, remaining high aloft among the outermost spheres of Eros.

Indeed, it was the love melon itself that caused my wife's bosom to swell to its unnaturally large proportions on our first day upon Our Isle, and to remain so even while not partaking of the melon. The remarkable melon has otherwise further enhanced Arianna's considerable natural beauty, adding to the charms of her face and form in every respect.

The melon has given my male member comparable endowments, causing my manhood to become significantly enlarged compared to that of the average man. Long years of daily partaking of the melon had changed the very nature of our flesh, altering its chemical properties, endowing us with extended youth and vigor well into the years of middle age. Not only so, the years of ingesting the melon and each other's melon-altered fluids had taught our members to expand on their own at times of excessive arousal, so that Arianna's bosom and my own member would grow spontaneously, even without eating of the melon.

However, the blessings of the melon were not without a curse, for long had Arianna's womb been made barren by the wondrous fruit. It was only after months of abstention from the melon, upon our first return to the wider world, that Arianna's womb did finally become productive, so that she could conceive our children. Having thence a diet greatly varied from that of our years upon Our Isle, we may now eat freely of the melon, and drink of the wine thereof, without hindering our fertility. The wondrous fruit does no longer deter Arianna's womb from bringing forth an annual harvest of children to add to our growing family.

Though my mind is full of sensual recollections of our uncountable times of coupling, my most treasured memories are of my Arianna lovingly raising our little children at our mountain homestead. How she runs and plays with them, chasing them all around the meadow as they would chase her. How she loves to teach them of the wonders of their world, of flowers and insects, and of the sky, from the clouds that float by Our Mountain, so close that we might touch them, to the stars at night, such as the Great Bear, her nightly friend of many years. And how she would sit on the porch by day, or by the hearth at night, reading stories to the children, from Mother Goose to the Good Book.

My beloved Arianna has been an excellent mother in every respect, just as she has been a wonderful wife and an unsurpassable lover. I often recall the events that accompanied our first entry into our mountainous home at the headwaters of the River Colorado....

Along the Wagon Trail to Our Mountain

Following the rescue from Our Isle, we made landfall in San Francisco, California, a bustling boom town that sprung up in recent years following the discovery of gold in the California countryside. At first we purposed to make our home at that place, nearby to our dear friends and rescuers, Mr. and Mrs. Robert Penton. However, we were forced to flee the city as a result of false legal charges asserted by the Crown of Britain at the instigation of Arianna's estranged father, Lord Chesterleigh.

From thence, we found ourselves migrating eastwards along the California Trail, against the flow of westward-bound settlers. We trundled along down the dusty path in our fully-laden wagon, the sun beating down on our heads through the worst heat of the summer season. So often did my Arianna lie aback in the shade of our wagon, overcome with the heat, often removing her clothing to lie naked under the assault of the sun. For my darling wife cannot endure such heat, she long having yearned for cold places and brisk winds.

"Oh William," she would lament, "it is as if I were afflicted by a dusty fever whilst upon this miserable trail. Oh! If we don't reach the end soon, I fear I shall perish!"

Greatly did I fear for Arianna's safety during these long weeks through desert locales. My beloved did sleep most days and then through the nights, fervid dreams troubling her rest. I did what I was able to comfort her and attend to her needs. I cursed her hated father for inflicting this burden upon her, and I made greatest haste to cover the trail speedily, often driving through the night whenever the light of the moon would permit. It seemed as if this purgatory of heat and dust would be neverending, but we eventually found ourselves at the piedmont of the Stoney Mountains, and made our way through the south pass.

From there we continued along the trail, remaining on the beaten path, passing to the east of the mountains, until arriving at Fort Laramie, a trading post of the United States Army, in the newly-organized Nebraska Territory. Upon arriving at the fort, we acquired some additional provisions needed for our homestead. We penned a brief letter to Bob and Millie Penton in San Francisco, telling them of our safe journey thus far. I also jotted a short missive to my mother in Virginia advising her of the same. That evening, we discussed with the fort's Commandant our plan to depart the trail and migrate south, to settle into the mountainous area of the Colorado headwaters.

"You would be wise to reconsider that plan, Mr. Gillingham," advised the Colonel. "There have been troubles afoot lately with the Indians in these parts. A man would be a fool to venture into savage country, especially with such a lovely wife. You'll likely end up with your scalp on some injun's belt, and your woman as his squaw."

I thanked the Colonel for his concern, but I explained that we were invited guests of the Ute tribe, and assured him of our resolve to befriend the Indians and lose ourselves among the mountain peaks, come what may. He bid us well with great reluctance, and pointed out the direction of a navigable land route into the hills for driving our wagon. From there we kept a southerly course, keeping to the valleys that straddled the edges of the mountains.

The mountain terrain was a marvel of natural beauty. Now in cooler regions, Arianna was greatly revived and would often express her fascination with the craggy, snow-capped peaks.

"William! Oh my, will you look at these gorgeous mountains! I have never seen such sights as these! I did not know such formations were even possible! Stoney Mountains they are indeed! I have heard tales of the explorers of the Himalaya region, but had no idea how majestic such peaks could be!"

"Indeed, my love," I replied, "the stumps we call 'mountains' in Virginia are mere anthills compared with such prominences. I have seen the Andes from aboard ship, and they are also an impressive sight to behold, though I never inspected such prominences within so close a range as this."

The coolness of the mountain air and the glorious beauty of the mountains served to ignite Arianna's erotic fire. Often throughout this leg of the journey would I feel my wife slide her arms around my neck from behind, and feel the wondrous sensation of her bare breasts against the back of my head, the delightful orbs pressed against either side of my face. I would then rein in the horses and park the wagon, and join my lovely creature for a romp, in the back of the wagon, or upon an inviting spot along the trailside. How beautiful did my beloved Arianna appear, sitting atop a mountain ledge, dangling her bare legs, her luscious mammaries hanging fully into her lap, set before a backdrop of craggy mountain peaks!

Thus we travelled forth, in awe of our new prospective home. A week into our journey south, the Colonel's warning came to pass. As our wagon wheels rolled over rocky terrain, we heard a sound like the low rumble of thunder in the distance. As the sound grew near, we identified the sound as horses' hooves. Soon a dust cloud appeared over the trail ahead of us, and the noise of hoof beats was accompanied by yipping and whooping of an Indian warband. Before long, our wagon was encircled by a party of twelve Indian warriors, who rode around us screaming and hollering angrily, raising a ruckus. Arianna was terrified, and clung fearfully to my arm.

After this demonstration, the band stopped and formed a ring around our wagon. The leader of the group sat upon his horse, shaking his spear, and shouting at us in his tongue, which we could not comprehend. Other braves in the party directed their weapons toward us, which included spears and several rifles. Unable to answer, I slowly extended my hands in front of me and reached for neck, carefully removing a token from under my shirt, to show to the chief. Following my lead, Arianna imitated my actions and presented her own token that hung about her own neck.

These tokens had been given to us by our friend Waterman, who had served aboard the good ship Helios during our rescue from Our Isle. Waterman was a Ute Indian from these very parts, and it was he that had invited us to locate to these mountains. Waterman had served as groomsman at our wedding aboard ship, and gave us these tokens as an expression of brotherhood toward us.

Waterman was known to his people by the name "Tangwassipa." I spoke this name to the chief as we presented our tokens. The chief's hard visage softened at the mention of our friend's name. He looked at me and replied, "Bill Gillin-um." I nodded and smiled in response. The chief turned to Arianna and said, "Annie Gillin-um," to which my wife broke forth in a great smile of relief.

The chief spoke some unintelligible words to his men, who all burst out laughing and whooping with hilarity. It would have seemed that word of our invitation had reached these men from Waterman, and that our arrival was anticipated. The chief dismounted his horse, and I came down from the seat of the wagon. We clasped arms, and Arianna and I were thus welcomed to the Stoney Mountain region by the Ute tribe.

With signs and gestures, the chief indicated the path that we were to follow down the trail. The party left us then and thundered off as quickly as they had come. We remained on the path, heading southward, and before day's end, another horse approached us once more. Soon we were looking into the smiling face of our good friend Waterman!

Our friend was not as we had seem him last, having now forsaken the dress of civilized men for the savage garb of his people. Nonetheless, the bond of friendship instantly overcame our obvious differences, and we were pleased to meet up with him once again. Waterman had brought a companion... a comely squaw who rode with him upon his horse.

"Bill! Annie! My dear friends!" spoke Waterman, in his perfect enunciation of the English tongue. We clasped hands, having not seen our friend since the day of our landfall several months before. Waterman introduced us to his lovely wife, whose name sounded very much like "Mimosa" to our white ears. We tried several times to properly speak her name, but it came out as sounding something like Mimosa each time. Waterman's wife simply laughed and accepted our mispronunciation, and gave Arianna a warm hug of welcome.

Mimosa was a very comely Indian maid, having the long, sleek, black hair and ruddy complexion of her people. Her dark eyes flashed with a winsome aspect, and an enigmatic smile tugged at the corners of her finely-shaped lips. Of a slim, lithe form, Mimosa possessed an overly large bosom, having unusually large breasts for a girl with such a slight frame. It was then apparent to me that my friend Waterman had preferences in the fair sex similar to my own, that he was also fascinated by women with extremely large breasts.

We followed Waterman and Mimosa back to the tribal camp of their clan. It was an uneasy experience at first, for we were the first whites to ever visit this place. Some Indians were warm and friendly toward us, but others eyed us with suspicion and resentment, as if we were interlopers. Nonetheless, our friend Waterman was the son of the chief, who we had first met upon the trail, and we were received as welcome guests of his family.

Waterman and Mimosa introduced us to their young son whom he called Tom, a boy of perhaps four years. Tom was a bright lad, and spoke excellent English, having learned from his father. The amiable young chap led us about on a tour of the settlement, introducing us to his people and showing us many aspects of the life of his tribe.

We supped with our new Indian friends that night and remained visiting through the next day. However, the season was growing short, and we were anxious to establish our homestead well ahead of the snows of winter. Taking our leave, we then departed the settlement, and Waterman and Mimosa joined us on the trail, leaving young Tom with family members, and leading us to a location where we might settle.

We departed into the mountains, following generally for many days along the valley of a tributary of the River Platte. Departing the valley, up we ascended into the mountains, to dizzying heights along narrow, treacherous Indian paths. At times, I feared that our wagon would go off the trail, that we would plummet to the depths below. However, the mountains to the interior of the range were utterly spectacular.

Great peaks towered ominously all around, dominating the sky. Long streams of white streaked their slopes. Often, we did not see the sun at all for many hours of the day, hidden as we were in the shadows of these giant mounds of rock. At sunset, the hills were alight with crimson, and one was awestruck with the beauty of the place.

Up the trails we ascended, and back down the trails again, winding our way through the enormous mountains. We took great care to note the landmarks and Indian signs upon the trail, so that we might find our way out again, for the times we might venture forth to return for supplies. After a week's time, we arrived at a very secluded location nestled among some craggy peaks, near the watershed dividing the Rivers Colorado and Platte.

"Bill," spoke Waterman, "into that narrow pass to the north you will find a mountain plain of rich soil and plentiful rainfall. It is a place where you and Annie might remain and not be discovered, by either the Queen's men or any other whites. There you might make your homestead. The Ute people will remain your friends, and my wife and I will visit you in the spring."

Before our friends departed, I went back into our wagon and produced from our stores a hand-hewn earthenware bottle.

"Waterman," I explained, offering my gift. "This is a 'love wine' that we produced upon Our Isle. It possesses certain unique properties that Arianna and I have regularly enjoyed in our times together as a couple."

I fumbled for the right words to explain the enlargement the wine produces in the sexual parts, but Waterman quickly inferred my meaning, and enthusiastically expressed his abundant gratitude for this gift. He showed the bottle to Mimosa, and spoke words to her in their language. Mimosa laughed heartily, gesturing at Arianna's bosom and then to her own. Sensing that we had perceived her meaning, she then looked away abashedly. Mimosa cast a demur smile and an inquiring expression to Arianna, who nodded her head with a knowing smile in reply.

I enjoined Waterman to share the wine with his wife at an early hour of the day, before rejoining his clan's camp. I also warned him to not be near others for that entire day. He turned to Mimosa with a smile, and his squaw giggled in return. A warm handshake was extended, and soon our friends were upon their horse and waving as they returned back down the trail.

Having said goodbye to our Indian friends, Arianna and I lumbered our wagon along the narrow path upward through the mountain gorge, alongside a creek that flowed through to the south, toward a confluence with other streams that feed the River Colorado. In years to come, this creek gorge would be known as Annie's Gulch. In the winter and early spring, Annie's Gulch is impassable, as the snow accumulates deeply therein, and the runoff from the melting snow inundates the trail, so that we are indeed utterly secluded from the outside world for at least a third of the year.

Finally Upon Our Mountain

At the top of Annie's Gulch, the narrow gorge opened into a wide panorama! We now found ourselves upon the mountain plain, set within a basin ringed all around with craggy, impassible peaks, each streaked with white lanes of snow. Great stands of aspen trees lay far off in the distance, at the edge of the meadow. One giant mountain in particular lay to the north, a monstrous monolith that towered above all the rest. It seemed as though this entire plain was the piedmont of this great peak, which reached into the sky, and dominated our view from every direction. We had finally arrived at the trail's end, and enjoyed our first look upon Our Mountain.

The plain was as a great meadow, covered in wildflowers having a riot of colors: blues, and greens and yellows, but especially numerous were the reds, oranges and fuscias. We were pleasantly surprised to see a great horde of butterflies, flitting about from plant to plant, just as we had known upon Our Isle!

"Oh, My Darling William!" enthused Arianna, "this place is absolutely beautiful!"

With that, my vivacious wife leaped from the wagon, into the meadow. She ran about barefoot, stopping to swing out her arms and twirl her body about in the noon sun and cool mountain breeze, so that her skirt swirled around from her hips.

"Oh, my beloved King William!" cried My Queen, "such a lovely new kingdom we now possess! Look about, my excellent husband, at such a place of natural beauty! It is a mountainous paradise like unto Our Isle!"

I gazed at my gorgeous Arianna, so happy to see her joyful at last, and admiring her ample female proportions that billowed up from under her blouse. There she danced in that floral meadow, a rare flower herself, sunlight glinting off her thick golden locks, which blew about lightly in the breeze and fell loosely about her bare shoulders and onto her considerable bosom, which bounced and jiggled with each motion, her large nipples protruding softly through the thin fabric of her blouse.

A solitary thought was upon my mind as I gazed over at the lissome form of my magnificent Arianna. I stopped the horses and parked the wagon, and jumped down to join my wife. The pounding of my heart was heard in my ears as I raced over to my voluptuous mate, who turned expectantly toward me, a yearning look upon her face, her bosom heaving up and down in anticipation with every labored breath.

I ran over to Arianna and swept her off her feet with one motion, twirling her around as I raised her up into my arms. Arianna gazed at me with an earnest, sober expression that told of the mutual love and devotion that we shared. Her scintillating eyes told a tale that, after nearly a decade of sojourning in a faraway land across the seas, our brief California adventure, and the miserable overland trek, that we had finally arrived at our true home, the place where our sons and daughters would be born, where we would hope to grow old together.

Holding the warm, plump flesh of my precious wife in my arms, I slowly dropped to my knees, and gently lowered Arianna down onto the flower-filled meadow of our new home. A floral aroma filled our nostrils as I set Arianna upon the ground. As I drew next to her, my wife gazed up at me in wide-eyed wonder, a look of awe and reverence upon her face.

"My William, My Mighty King, thank you so very much, my powerful man!" hushed Arianna, her voice nearly a whisper, barely audible over the gentle breeze.

"You are very welcome, my lovely angel," I replied, "but for what precisely do you thank me?"

Tears gathered at the corners of Arianna's beautiful green eyes.

"Oh, William, for all you have done for me! For all the struggles you have endured on my behalf! For undertaking the long journey to this, our new home! For your tender loving care, now and for all these years past! For saving me from the sea on our wedding day! For teaching me the arts of love, on that day and each day thereafter!

"William! Oh, my wonderful man! How shall I make a long enough list? You have been the most loving, tirelessly devoted husband for whom a woman could ever hope! If I lived to be one hundred, I could spend the entirety of the remainder of each of my days thanking you, and it would still be inadequate!"

With that, Arianna sat up, and grasped my head in her lovely hands, and placed her tender lips upon my own in a heartfelt kiss of gratitude. She continued to kiss my lips, reaching around to kiss my cheeks, and down onto my neck, speaking over and over, "Thank you, My William, thank you."

As she layed kiss upon kiss onto my neck, her hands glided down onto my shoulders, and slid the suspenders off from my arms. Arianna's fingers fumbled at the top button of my shirt, which came open. I straightened up to face Arianna, and held her lovely face in my own hands. There we stood for a time, each upon our knees, facing each other, holding one another's faces in our hands, gazing into one another's eyes, as the warm sun shone down from the cloudless crystal sky, cool mountain breezes blowing all around us over the floral meadow.

As I held the creamy face in my hands and stared into the emerald jewels of her eyes, I was once more struck by Arianna's incredible beauty, and again felt so utterly unworthy to possess such a precious specimen of feminine pulchritude, such a lovely, loving, faithful, devoted wife. I was befuddled once again that such an exquisite woman, a daughter of English nobility, brought up to a life of leisure and comfort, would even tolerate my company, let alone express such heartfelt affection. With her eyes widened in wonderment and admiration, Arianna spoke once more.

"Thank you, William. Oh, I love you so very much!"

"Oh, my beauteous Arianna, I love you madly! How could I ever be worthy of your magnificence, my Majestic Queen?

With that, Arianna drew her face toward mine, so that our lips engaged. Several more small and tender kisses were exchanged, which led to larger, more impassioned kisses. Our lips parted so that the tips of our tongues glided together. With a gasp of excitation, Arianna's mouth opened fully into mine, and her tongue surged into my mouth. My own tongue darted forth into her own eager mouth, and thusly did we kneel together amidst the flowers of Our Meadow.

Our tongues slathered against one another as our hands groped about each other's faces and all about our heads, tousling one another's hair. Great breaths blew through our noses as we sucked at each other's tongues. Our carnal impulses, dampened by long weeks under the heat and dust of the trail, and now finally alone after a week in the company of our Indian friends, the great dam of passion broke forth, releasing a flood of pent-up ardor.

Two hearts pounded furiously as two chests heaved breathlessly, both of us overtaken by an amorous urgency. Arianna's labored breaths were especially punctuated with yelps and whimpers, as she was instantly catapulted to the summit of concupiscent joy. The assault of erotic fervor caused a great inrushing into my member, which swelled rapidly inside my breeches, and trembled with sexual anticipation.

I grasped Arianna's back and drew her close, her huge breasts pressing firmly against my chest. Arianna's arms encircled my neck, and she drew my head onto her bare shoulder. I lavished kisses upon Arianna's neck and shoulder, causing her to gasp and groan evermore loudly.

"Ah! Ah! Oh, William! Oh, how I love you so! AH!!! AHH!!!"

I grasped Arianna's plump bottom with both hands, drawing her forward, urging her round belly against the thick shaft of my erect penis, only the layers of our garments separating her soft abdomen from my hot, tumescent tube of flesh. Arianna gyrated her belly against my swollen manhood, her gasps and groans becoming more rapid and fervent.

I slid my hands forward so as to cup the sides of her gigantic breasts, and a great bellow issued forth from Arianna's lips. Like myself, my vivacious wife was fully aroused, as the long abstinence of the trail stoked the fires of our ardor. Both my hands squeezed and compressed the pliant globes as Arianna stuttered out fresh groans of pleasure.

As I fondled my wife's taut breasts, her arms draped limply over my shoulders, her head resting upon my neck, impassioned moans arising from her lovely throat. I glided my hands over the front of her thin cotton blouse, and Arianna emitted a great yowl of pleasance as my fingertips stroked the warmth of her most tender nipples.

Moving one hand upward along her supple breast, I grasped the upper drawstring of her blouse about her neck, and pulled until the knot slipped. Moving downward, I pulled upon the lower drawstring, and thus did her blouse become undone.

Up slid my hands under my Arianna's blouse so that my hands encountered the bare flesh of my wife's breasts. Though I've touched her wondrous teats thousands of times, and though Arianna has felt my touch that same number, yet both our bodies convulsed afresh with new excitement at this touch, as though this time were the first.

My fingers squeezed the full softness of Arianna's glorious teats, compressing them together and kneading them as dough. Arianna's eyes shut and her mouth opened agape as heavy gasps escaped therefrom. Her hands slid atop my own so that Arianna guided my fingers over her supple mounds of delight. Arianna shrieked, arching her back with a jolt, as my fingers passed over the tender flesh of her bare nipples, which veritably seared with heat.

"Oh William!" enthused my lovely vision, "your hands feel SO GOOD upon my teats! Oh! They are SO FULL of sensation this day! Oh, how they tingle so! Oh William, you are driving me mad!"

As I kneeled before my wife in Our Meadow, my hands fondling her tender globes under her blouse, pinching the soft paps of her nipples betwixt my fingers, Arianna gasped and groaned with an uncommon erotic fury, her hands guiding my own as I squeezed and compressed her enormous mams. Arianna's back stiffened, her entire body growing tense, and then she shuddered violently, fresh utterances of pleasance issuing forth.

As I played thusly with the delightful orbs, I sensed that my wife had already attained sexual release, and was bouncing along in a continual state of orgasm, simply from my fondling her breasts! There she remained for a time, skipping like a stone upon Lake Eros, cry after impassioned cry fleeing from her lovely lips, as I pinched and tweaked Arianna's fulsome breasts!

Furiously did my fingers work at Arianna's swollen nipples, impelling her along, my hands nearly singed from the heat emanating from the inflamed buds at the tips of her gigantic teats, which oozed with drops of my wife's sweet lactation. I myself was exceedingly aroused, and my own manhood was fully engorged and pulsated with each rapid beat of my heart. I felt as though the member could explode at the slightest touch, simply from fondling and squeezing my wife's bosom! A trembling was felt in my wife's teats, the nature of which I well understood, and which Arianna confirmed....

"Oh William, my darling, my wonderful man, it is happening again!"

With that, Arianna twitched and convulsed, screaming a bloody scream of pain mingled with pleasure. From long experience, I knew these to all be the tell-tale signs that Arianna's breasts were about to grow once more! This was now the fourth time since departing Our Isle that my wife's teats would expand spontaneously, without the influence of our love melon.

I could feel my wife's teats swelling between my fingers, as the soft suppleness grew tight under my grasp. My digits were spread apart, as I could feel the tender flesh extrude therebetween, the glorious spheres increasing, growing ever greater in diameter. So rapidly did they seem to fill from their unseen source, moreso than usual, driven forth by the extremity of Arianna's arousal. It seemed as though the wondrous orbs would soon exceed the capacity of her blouse, so I released Arianna's feminine charms, and pulled the blouse upwards, over her head and off her arms.

Arianna, now naked from the waist up, inclined her form against my own, leaning her head limply against mine. So utterly overcome by the sensation was she that Arianna could only moan and whimper. Her tremendous breasts were pressed firmly against my chest, and I could feel them compress thereupon under the force of their expansion.

Drawing my wife's limp form upward, I raised an expanding teat to my lips, which burned fervently thereupon. So full were Arianna's enormous paps, which darkened with the surging inrush of blood therethrough, and had swollen greatly in size, becoming as if twin apples. I placed the engorged bud fully into mouth, extinguishing the furious heat with my tongue, suckled hard thereupon.

"Oh William... that feels so good.... Ooooohhh.....!

A new outburst propelled forth from Arianna as a flood of lactation was let down. So hard did I suckle at her breast, gulping down a river of Arianna's milk so sweet. My other hand fondled this breast's twin as I sucked thereupon, and that swollen pap began to leak milk prodigiously. Arianna whimpered urgently at this fresh erotic assault, and feebly recovered the power of speech.

"Oh William... Oh! Oh, the other one... I entreat you, My King! Oh! The sensation! I am overcome...."

Complying with my wife's wish, I raised the other mammoth mam to my mouth and suckled forth upon her hot nipple, drawing down another great rush of sweet cream. Another loud bellow of concupiscent delight broke forth from Arianna as my lips and tongue tickled at the tender pap. Milk squirted and dribbled from the first breast, now neglected. Raising both heavy-laded udders with both hands, I compressed them together, causing a shower of sweet milk to spray in my face from each tender nipple.

So large had Arianna's teats swelled, each now the size of a two-gallon jug, a bright pink flush upon the tender skin, stretched taut with the inward pressure of each overflowing lactating mam. I drew both swollen nipples into my mouth and sucked forth mightily thereupon, nearly gagging upon the torrent of Arianna's delicious cream.

Arianna thrashed and contorted in orgiastic delight as I bore down upon her nipples, gulping down tremendous draughts of the warm lactation. Her hips gyrated rhythmically, accompanied by a series of frantic yips and yelps, so that I knew that my Arianna had again attained the summit of erotic excitation, commencing another series of orgasms.

Cuddling ever closer as I suckled and squeezed upon her teats, Arianna wiggled her crotch onto my lap, writhing her nethers against my engorged member as she bounced thereupon at the zenith of ecstasy. My cock was throbbing powerfully from this stimulation, and from ingesting so great a quantity of the aphrodisiac of Arianna's sweet milk, and the thick shaft felt as volatile as a cask of gunpowder. The sopping wetness from Arianna's secret place oozed through the fabric of her skirt and my breeches, soaking my cock and provoking it to even greater arousal. How the engorged member failed to discharge its own load inside my breeches, I know not.

Suckling and squeezing Arianna's enormous udders all about, the tension within began to relax, and the flow of sweet cream abated as her glorious mams were drained. Emerging from her sensual reverie, Arianna drew herself upward, resting her hands upon my shoulders, and gazed down dreamily at me, a smoldering smile parting her lovely lips as she inclined my torso backwards upon the grass of the meadow. Grasping my hands firmly with her own, Arianna roughly released my grip from her swollen teats, which jiggled and swung about before my face.

Arianna loomed over me, her enormous globes dangling above my face. Arianna's breasts had grown several inches in diameter, each at least a foot and a half across, and were now great quivering mounds of flesh, the distended paps of her nipples brushing against my head, leaking drips and dribbles of sweet milk onto my face and shoulders.

"Thank you, my beloved William," gasped Arianna as she smiled sweetly, her voice soft voice barely audible over the perpetual breeze that blew across the meadow.

Arianna leaned backward, placing her hands upon my engorged crotch, fiddling frantically with the buttons at the fly of my breeches. A thrill shot through the swollen member as my wife's hands brushed against the restraining fabric. A few deft motions and one button came undone, then another, and in a moment, the monstrous tube of flesh was exposed.

My engorged penis towered above my loins, at least a foot and half that length again, its head and shaft ashine as the flesh strained to its limit. Arianna slid her palms and fingers all along the thick trunk, caressing it tenderly, her fingertips gliding gently all around my swollen testicles, so that I might jump out of my own skin with excitation. A winsome, playful grin spread across her face, and in a moment, the lovely head dove down hard upon it, my trembling cock disappearing within Arianna's beautiful mouth.

So many times had Arianna and I exchanged such amorous ecstasies, yet each time brings new pleasures afresh, as though the new delights were better than those of all the previous times before. Such were the erotic joys experienced that first day upon Our Mountain, as my Arianna suckled upon my cock. Wave upon pleasurable wave coruscated over the engorged shaft, emanating outward through my body, as Arianna's lips and tongue played their wonders therealong.

Back and forth did her head bob upon my cock, as her mouth applied a mighty suction thereupon. I know not how she did not suck the seed out directly, but somehow I held back the release through a force of supreme will. My body went limp upon the flowery carpet of the meadow, but still Arianna drove down upon the pulsating shaft with her sweet lips and tongue. Between loud sucks and slobbers, Arianna repeated over and over:

"Thank you, my beloved King William, thank you so much. MMMMM.... Oh, I love you so, my Mighty Man! MMMMMMM!!!!

"Oh, and how I do so L-O-V-E to suck upon your enormous cock! MMMMMMMM!!!!!"

Without breaking her erotic stride, Arianna somehow worked off my breeches from my hips, pulling them down away from my knees, and free from my ankles. As my breeches came free, I could then feel Arianna's enormous bosom pressed against my legs, the heat emanating from her swollen nipples against my thighs as she rubbed all around thereupon, impelling me to ever greater sensual frenzies.

I held onto Arianna's dear head and ran my fingers through Arianna's luxurious sand-colored mane as her tender mouth did loving service along the length of my swollen phallus. Fearing an imminent release, I raised Arianna's head so that her mouth came free of the rigid shaft. A lusty smile was upon her lips, and Arianna lunged at my face, locking her lips against mine, her tongue darting forth into my mouth.

As our mouths slathered together, I undid the buttons along the waist of Arianna's skirt. My hands slid all over the plumpness of her bare bottom and full thighs and round calves, which she entwined between my own legs as she kicked the skirt over the tips of her toes. Simultaneously, Arianna worked open the buttons of my shirt, and pulled the sleeves free of my arms, so that we were both finally naked.

Stretching out her soft nude form along the length of my own, Arianna wiggled her overripe breasts against my chest, the tender mounds enveloping my torso in their supple firmness, spilling over the sides thereof. There we remained, tongues entangled, limbs intertwined, I fondling an enormous nipple with one hand, and her plumb bottom with the other. Arianna's urgent moans and gasps were muffled by our locked mouths, she gyrating her oozing nether wetness against my engorged member, I barely able to restrain an imminently building ejaculation.

As we writhed about, I gently rolled my wife Arianna onto her tender back, so as to mount atop her. I untangled from the impassioned embrace, and disengaged my mouth from hers. I looked down upon My Lovely Queen, her sandy locks spread all about her head and shoulders, her gigantic breasts jiggling at either side between her arms, a plump foot extended, as she lay upon the floral bed of the meadow at Our Mountain. Arianna gazed up at me with the bright glow of love, the same wide-eyed look of awe and wonder upon her beautiful countenance.

"Thank you, my dearest William, thank you so much."

I inclined forward to kiss the lovely lips once more, as I gently placed the enormous trunk of my cock upon the lips of Arianna's secret place. In one strong stroke, the length of the engorged phallus was planted deeply within Arianna's well-watered garden. Arianna's lips came free from mine as a bloody shriek split the air. My wife drew in a long gasp as I pulled back my hips and she shrieked again as I drove the thick cock still deeper into the juicy folds. Again and again did Arianna shriek as I impelled my member ever deeper into her secret place, as her vagina squeezed tightly, slipping around the engorged tube of meat.

A series of squeezes upon my member accompanied a series of shrieks, as I could feel my beloved's orgasms rock her tender form again and again. There we lay, the vast meadow as our bedchamber, the vault of the crystal blue sky overhead as our canopy, the golden afternoon sun of late summer shining forth its warmth as the cool mountain breeze blew all around, we both reclining there conjoined, as I drove my Arianna to the highest altitudes of erotic delight.

An echo of her impassioned cries returned from the distant hills as my cock pulsed and trembled, stroke upon stroke, and finally did my manhood disgorge its plenteous load of seed into Arianna's eager chamber. Again and again did the fountain of my manhood erupt, both Arianna and I wracked with shudders and convulsions of ecstasy. Soon the fierce stroking slackened, and the blaze of ardor cooled down to warm, soothing embers. I cuddled my wife closely amidst the floral carpet of Our Meadow, her tender bosom squeezed tightly against my chest. Arianna curled her head against my chest, and gazed up me once more.

"Thank you, my darling William, my powerful master. Oh, how do I love you so! Thank you so very much, my wonderful man!"

In this way, did Arianna and I begin our long years of love upon Our Mountain.

Our New Life at Our Homestead

Exploration of our new home revealed the meadow to be a very fertile plain for establishing our homestead, perhaps two thousand acres in extent. The soil was rich with silt that continually ran off from Our Mountain and the chain of hills that encircled the meadow. The meadow itself was elevated above Annie's Creek, the stream that flowed down Annie's Gulch, and collected the melt-off from the mountains.

A lake was found along one end of the meadow, against the ring of mountains, through which the creek flowed. In this way, our home never flooded, for the spring waters would collect in the basin that formed the lake. Annie's Lake is amply stocked with fish, from which we supplement our diet. A small isle lay within the center of Annie's Lake, and included a small stand of Aspen. Arianna and I would swim out to "Our Little Isle" for times of lovemaking as opportunity would allow.

We erected our cabin in the far side of the meadow from Annie's Gulch, not far from the Aspen woods near the base of Our Mountain. Annie's Creek circles back behind these woods, and heads up the side of Our Mountain to collect the waters running off the mountainside. Not far up the creek from our cabin was a mountain pool, with large boulders tumbled all about, damming up the water so that the water would collect. It was from this pool that we would bathe and draw our water, for the water was fresh, clear and sparkling, melted from the wind-driven snows that covered Our Mountain for most of the year.

The water streamed in from higher up the hillside, so that the pool was filled by a waterfall. There were muddy shallows at the pool's edge where the silt would collect from the mountain slopes. The pool was deeper in the center, and about waist-depth under the waterfall. Smooth rocks ringed the periphery, so that one could emerge from the water thereupon. The pool was entirely secluded from all sides, as though invisible unless one knew it was there.

Though very different in aspect, lying upon the mountain slope, this pool was quite reminiscent to us of our former muddy pool under the waterfall upon Our Isle. At the latter pool, Arianna and I spent many an hour lounging and preening one another, and many more hours yet in impassioned lovemaking, thrashing about in the mire, coating one another with mud, wrestling about, writhing against each other's bodies. Oh, how the memory alone makes my member swell anew! Such few times did we spend that season at this new mountain pool, creating fresh memories, as our meager play time permitted.

Our Mountain abounds with all manner of game, including several types of deer and the wild sheep of the mountains. Foxes are plentiful, and trapping and trading in pelts proved to be a successful enterprise, particularly in our early years. The meadow had rich soil, and brought forth abundant harvests of crops each season. There was ample room for grazing our horses, and also the livestock we later acquired.

Upon our initial arrival at Our Mountain, our first order of business was to inspect the grounds and select the site for our cabin. Having selected an open site in the meadow removed from the woods, I then set about chopping trees and dressing them for construction. The summer was now well spent, and the days were growing notably short. Also, the first rain of autumn had arrived, and such conditions were in no way suitable for my exquisite wife to spend the night under our wagon. But on fair nights in that first month, we slept out under the stars, and such a spectacular sky it is, as viewed from the high altitude of our mountain homestead.

I worked tirelessly each day, and no less than fifty logs were cut and cleared, and dragged from the woods by the horses. I worked with great haste, working from first light 'til nightfall each day with nary a break. Though the effort was supreme, I managed to construct a respectably weather-tight cabin within the first month of our arrival.

During this early period, Arianna proved over and again her devotion and temperance, for this rigorous frontier schedule did not allow much time for lovemaking. The end of each day would find me utterly fatigued, lacking the energy for intimate relations. Arianna would fill her days gathering roots and berries for our meals, and setting and gathering the traps for small game.

However, my loving wife would often wake me attentively in the morning, as we both loved her to do, on the occasions when my nocturnal fantasies would cause my penis to become erect during sleep. As the dawn would brighten in the east, Arianna would espy my swollen, rigid member, and begin to suckle hard thereupon. These tender ministrations would inevitably arouse me from my slumber, and freshened by the night's rest, we would begin our days with a round of wild passion.

Ever since our first morning upon Our Isle has my beautiful wife awakened me by sucking my penis within her mouth. But my Arianna has a voracious appetite for conjugal relations, and these occasional happenstances were hardly sufficient to meet her inexhaustible demands.

Soon our cabin was raised, and I carried my bride over its threshold. Arianna took joy in arranging our meager furnishings, including the hand-hewn furniture which I had fashioned upon Our Isle, and hanging upon our cabin wall our photographs produced at the emporium in San Francisco.

Upon the far wall did we set our bed. This was our sole luxury that we removed from the city, a soft feather mattress with a thick feather comforter, such as we slept upon in our hotel in the city. As we settled into our new life upon Our Mountain, many a cold winter night was spent cozy under these covers, sharing our warmth and exchanging our love.

The door of our cabin faced south, and offered a view of the two hills that defined the mountain pass of Annie's Gulch. Prominent are these mountains along our horizon, two rounded mountains of equal height, each snowcapped for a fair amount of the year. The machinations of my male mind are such that any pair of round, tipped objects appear to me as a woman's bosom, and so, presented daily with this view, I dubbed these twin mountains "Arianna's Teats," after the hills we had known in San Francisco.

Life now resumed a normal pace as we set about to lay in our larder for the winter ahead, our first upon Our Mountain. Firewood was cut, meat and fruit were dried, and before long, our preparations were made. Other matters were attended, such as erecting a shelter for the horses and laying in their hay for the winter.

One morning, as I performed some daily chores, Arianna emerged from the cabin, ran up to me and threw her arms around my neck, planting an affectionate kiss upon my lips.

"William! It has started! My womanly time! After all these years!"

I grabbed my wife and circled her about in the air, sharing in her joy. For Arianna had finally received the issue from her secret place, signaling the commencement of her monthly cycle of fertility. This had not transpired in all our years thus far, since her last time aboard ship, before our landfall upon Our Isle. We had long understood that the love melon, which inflamed our passions and caused Arianna's bosom to overflow to outlandish proportions, had also robbed my wife of her female cycle, leaving her womb barren.

This had been the sole point of despair in Arianna's otherwise cheerful demeanor. So very often would my wife cry into my arms because of her longing to bear my child. So greatly did she lament her infertility in all our years upon Our Isle, when necessity, in addition to passion, required us to frequently partake of the melon. For the melon was plentiful upon Our Isle, and was a staple in our diet during the years we were marooned thereon. So often did my beautiful Arianna's dazzling emerald eyes well up with tears as she expressed her desire to become the mother of my children, and her anguish that her womb was bereft and fruitless.

But now Arianna's yearning was nigh fulfilled! It had now been six months since our rescue from Our Isle, whence we had last partaken of the melon and the love wine made therefrom. Arianna's hopes were now renewed that her cycle of fertility was reestablished, and that she would soon be carrying my child!

My Arianna was overjoyed by this turn, which caused her to be all the more cheerful. As soon as her flow had abated, we commenced marital relations with great gusto. Our winter preparations were slowed by frequent conjugal encounters throughout each day. Nevertheless, we determined to accomplish each day's tasks, lest the snows arrive early and catch us unprepared for the long winter ahead.

One morning was exceptionally fine and warm, and it appeared that Indian summer had arrived to the Stoney Mountains. I purposed to rise early and accomplish an extra portion of tasks, as the frost times were at hand. It was a rare occasion that day when I rose before Arianna. I dressed and broke fast, kissing the cheek of my sleeping wife as I prepared to head out. Arianna stirred, stretching her arms above her head in a feminine pose that I always find delightfully alluring.

"William? Please do not go so soon, my handsome man!" Arianna cooed.

"My dear," I replied, "I simply wish to attend to a morning errand. I will return before noon for an early dinner."

"Oh! But William!" Arianna purred in a pouty manner. "I do not wish you to be gone this morning, my Mighty Oak! Return to bed with me! Let us roll about together for a time before you take your leave!"

At this, my nude wife sat up in bed so that her plump, creamy breasts fell forward, swinging pendulously, her succulent roseate nipples quivering, and her disheveled hair falling all about her shoulders and over onto her teats. Such an enticing sight does my beloved Arianna present that I cannot resist embracing her abundant charms. However, that morning I was resolute and determined.

"But my gorgeous angel," said I, "I am already dressed and prepared to depart. Why not instead take your rest a while longer? I will return soon, perhaps even before you rise, and we can keep company then."

I was out to check the fox traps, for I was preparing a surprise for my beloved, a coat of fox fur to keep her warm by winter. I had hoped to secretly gather enough pelts and prepare the garment in time for a Christmas gift.

"William!" protested Arianna emphatically. "Please do not leave me this morning, my wonderful man! I feel rather peculiar this day. My head is a mite giddy, and I feel quite feverish. Can you not delay for even a short while?"

I assured my wife that she instead should rest, and that I would return with great haste. I felt ashamed to leave, for I never recalled a time in nearly a decade of marriage when I had deferred an opportunity for amorous relations with my exquisite wife. Arianna fell back onto the bed, uncharacteristically dejected, and appearing tipsy, her behavior having a strange, feline aspect. She also appeared flush, and I feared that perhaps she was ailing and feverish.

As Arianna was hoping to soon ovulate, she did not wish to neglect a single opportunity where she might conceive. Nonetheless, my mind was fixed, and I was determined to quickly visit the fox traps, that I might retrieve any recent catches lest they spoil, in the hopes of timely completing Arianna's gift.

Departing the cabin, I circled around the edges of the woods at the periphery of the meadow, checking the traps. Several foxes were found in the nearer traps, and I felt compelled to visit them all, lest any animals be wasted. This procedure required several miles of walking, and I was gone over four hours, far longer than intended. I was caught up short upon realizing the hour, and was distressed, for I had given Arianna my word, but the time had escaped me. I returned to the cabin by way of the creek with an abundant catch of foxes, and caught sight of our cabin as I passed the slope to our mountain pool.

I thought I heard a vague sound of sobbing as I passed by the pool, but dismissed it in my haste to return to the cabin. Upon arriving, the cabin was empty! Arianna was gone! Where could she be? Why would she leave the grounds without me? A shock of despair swept through me as I contemplated the worst. Suppose she was truly ailing and wandered out of doors in a delirium. Wild beasts were abroad in the mountains, and I feared she might be mauled.

I raced out of the cabin, looking all about our yard. I ran back to the stable. Arianna was not to be seen. A wave of bitter regret overcame me for leaving my wife alone that morning, after she had entreated me to stay. I dashed down to the foot trail and observed the small prints of Arianna's bare feet in the mud, leading toward the woods. Recalling the wisp of sobbing that blew in on the breeze, I raced through the woods to the creek, and rapidly ascended the slope to our mountain pool.

Arianna at the Pool

A great sense of relief washed over me as I arrived within sight of the pool, where I discovered my beloved Arianna. She sat in the shallows of the pool, totally nude. No clothing was to be seen in this place or along the trail, and so it was clear that she had travelled here undressed. Arianna did not notice me as I approached, for she was quite preoccupied.

There sat my voluptuous wife, holding an enormous teat to her lips, sucking furiously at her own nipple. Arianna's breasts had already swollen to a tremendous size, perhaps two feet in diameter, each large enough to fill a bushel basket. I puzzled over this unusual scene, for always it happened that Arianna's breasts expanded only either under the influence of the melon, or in the few recent times of intense arousal while we were together. This was the first instance when they had enlarged spontaneously in my absence. However, this was also the first time I had ever turned aside my voluptuous wife when she was inclined toward love.

Arianna's flesh had a fiery crimson blush all about, and her bosom especially was of a bright pink shade. The visible nipple was swollen much more than usual for breasts of this size, nearly the size of a grapefruit, and appeared quite puffy and distended, as if deformed by bloat, and was of a deep maroon color. The flesh of Arianna's teats was crossed all about with a network of blue veins, which radiated outward from her overbloated paps.

My impulse was to run to Arianna and embrace her, so great was my relief at having found her in safety. But I was entranced by this scene, never having seen my wife carry on so. For she was wildly suckling at her own nipple with great enthusiasm, and gasping passionately, her gasps interspersed with moans and sighs, and those broken with fits of laughter, alternating with sobbing and wailing. Whenever her mouth came away from the bloated purple pap, great streams of milk squirted into her face.

It seemed as if Arianna was overcome with emotion, her spirits varying from lustful passion to joyful mirth to sorrowful despair. I feared my beloved wife had gone mad, taking leave of her senses. But the entire scene was utterly arousing in the extreme, as my wife suckled her own nipple with such a vigorous zeal, a sight compelling to watch, causing my manhood to tingle and harden at the very sight.

It was as though an odor hung heavy in the air, as if there were a smell of my gorgeous wife, yet there was no scent. Rather, there was a tangible titillation of the olfactory which aroused in me an intense animal magnetism, causing my manhood to instantly swell and strain against my breeches. I stood there, inhaling deeply of the odorless savor of Arianna, my member stiffening with each breath.

Arianna released the mammoth teat, allowing it to splash in the pool, and dunked her head under the water, and came up again with a loud roar. Now standing in deeper water, she grasped her other breast with both hands, lifted it roughly to her lips, and commenced suckling upon the bloated pap of that teat. Unable to simply stand by and watch any longer, I moved forward and spoke her name, gently. Arianna looked up, a wild look in her dazzling green eyes.

"WILLIAM!" Arianna screeched. "THERE YOU ARE! YOU ABANDONED ME!"

"I am so sorry, my love," I consoled, stepping toward her. "I did not understand that you were ailing. Please forgive me, my dearest heart."

Arianna dropped the massive orb, which splashed roughly into the pool. There she stood tensely, her tumescent nipples the color of beets, resting at the water line, oozing streams of lactation into the water. Arianna's lovely lips parted in a great smile, but not the same sweet smile of my beloved wife, but rather the lusty, libidinous smile of a wanton slut, lascivious to such a degree as I had not often seen in my gentle angel.

Her head inclining forward, Arianna looked up at me with a narrow gaze, an expression of carnal sensuality upon her features so overwhelmingly passionate that it nearly struck me with fear. Her body was tense, as a tightly wound coil. Arianna emerged from our mountain pool, her full, ripe, naked body dripping wet, her flesh glistening, as she stepped toward me, slowly and deliberately.

Her hands were extended from her sides, fingers outstretched like claws, as she advanced toward me. I stood there, stock still, taken aback by Arianna's sultry demeanor. The air crackled with a sexual electricity as she drew forward, lewd, carnal desire emitted out of every pore of her skin.

Arianna was indeed ovulating, and her female state had wrought dramatic changes in her mind and upon her melon-altered flesh. The Lioness had returned, and there can be no other force in nature such as nymphomaniac she-lion in heat! Arianna's enormous teats extended down to her waist, jiggling and swaying all about with each light step. Arianna's skin was of a bright pink shade, as if sunburned, simmering from the heat thereby. Her swollen nipples had taken on the color of a fresh bruise, and indeed had a puffy, bloated appearance, which quivered and pulsed with each rapid beat of her heart.

Her areoles had each extended to nearly a foot in diameter, stretched taut and shiny, and a ring of bumps had sprouted from the periphery therearound, and still more bumps sprinkled all about within the tender ring. Arianna's areoles had a raised appearance, as if they were half-spheres of their own that sat upon the spheres of the enormous breasts, tipped with the swollen spheres of her bloated nipples. The network of blue veins appeared as the roots of a tree, emanating from her areoles, as if to feed the increased demands of her overwrought nipples. Drops of water dripped from the tips of Arianna's nipples, which quivered with each step, and steam rose from the surface of her hot pink flesh.

I stepped toward my wife and was about to embrace her when she lunged! Arianna flashed a devious grin and threw herself toward me, knocking me to the ground! Laughing maniacally, Arianna grabbed my breeches at the waist with both hands, and in one stroke, ripped open the fly all the way to the crotch! Buttons flew about as my cock stood up at full engorgement, but Arianna kept ripping and pulling at my breeches, frantically pulling them free over my feet. I tried to quickly undo the shirt buttons, to spare that garment from similar destruction, but Arianna turned her attention thereto, rending the shirt from my back, so that in a moment I was as naked as she.

I sat up, grabbing at Arianna to restrain her fury, but her crimson flesh was blazing hot to the touch, and her discolored nipples burned my skin where they pressed against my chest. Laughing in hysteria, Arianna clutched my head roughly and pressed her mouth against mine, shoving her tongue deeply into my mouth. I returned the kiss, snaking my tongue about hers, but Arianna bit my tongue and sucked so hard upon it that it felt as if she might rip it from its roots. I disengaged from the kiss, the taste of blood in my mouth, and looked at my wife in shock.

"Arianna! Why did you do that?"

But the Lioness only laughed into my face. I grabbed her firmly, but Arianna squirmed about upon my lap, her nethers oozing prodigiously onto my engorged cock, and the great heat thereof burning against my distended member. It seemed as though she were trying to move an enormous breast free from my chest. Holding her tight, I scolded her in this manner:

"Arianna! You must come to your senses immediately!"

"No, William," replied my wife in a deep, husky voice, "you must suck upon my nipples immediately!"

With that, Arianna pushed free, knocking me once again upon my back. The she-lion loomed over me and grabbed a gigantic breast with both hands, the teat she was about to suckle as I arrived. Pointing the bloated nipple toward my mouth, she shoved the heavy udder forcefully into my face, mashing the quivering mound against my lips with the weight of her body.

I needed no further encouragement, sucking the tender pap within my lips and caressing it with my tongue. It burned as an ember within my mouth, and the heat was not quenched by the moistness thereof. Immediately, a torrent of milk was let down, and I marveled that such a quantity of hot sweetness could be produced by my lovely wife. The bloated mass of softest flesh filled my mouth, and the taste and sensation was indescribable.

Arianna screamed violently, flattening the jiggling sphere against my face and rubbing her body back and forth and all around. I fondled and kneaded the luscious orb with both hands, but Arianna put her own hands atop mine, and motioned that I should squeeze the succulent teat more vigorously. I worked her inflamed nipple hard with my lips and tongue, fearing that I might suck it off from her teat, but Arianna only cried louder with a mingling of pleasure and pain.

"OH WILLIAM!" screamed my gorgeous wife, "AAAHHHH! I AM IN ECSTASY!!! OOOHHHH!!! THAT FEELS SOOO GOOD!!!!

"OH WILLIAM, I THOUGHT YOU WOULD NEVER RETURN! OHH, WHAT I ENDURED THIS MORNING....."

How I wanted to apologize yet again to my Voluptuous Vision! I did indeed abandon Arianna in her hour of need, and my absence had allowed this erotic madness to descend upon my ovulating wife, causing her to suffer through an agony of unrequited sexual desire. But I could not speak, for her bloated purple nipple filled my mouth, and endless gushes of sweet cream squirted forth from the tremendous orb, so that I could not pull away my mouth, even had I wished, which I did not.

Both hands were clenched upon the luscious sphere, when it began to expand once again. The succulent mound seemed to stretch as I drew it around with my fingers, as though I were fashioning an evermore large globe of sensual delight. So hot was the tender flesh as I drew it as taffy, increasing the flow of the hot creamy sweetness from Arianna's nipple, which drew forth greater howls of ardor from my stimulated wife.

As I pulled and tugged at the wondrously expanding teat, its twin inflated in kind, and the enlarging bag of tender flesh sagged down to rest atop my thigh, warm streams of lactation leaking down to dribble over my leg. The soft teat rested fully thereupon as it grew ever larger, flattening along the bottom and then spilling over the side of my thigh as it increased further in diameter. The blazing heat of the swelling orb burned the place where it contacted my skin, raising further the temperature of my desire.

Arianna's bloated nipples had swollen in kind, filling my mouth evermore with their tender flesh. I licked and tickled the tender pap, my tongue dancing upon the lumps of its misshapened surface. My hand slid down along the swelling sphere to pinch the swollen nipple's deformed twin, lest the luscious cream leak out. I pinched and tugged violently upon that enlarging nipple, which swelled more and more between my fingers, as my lips and tongue suckled on the other. Arianna groaned all the more at these attentions, her head rolling about.

The luscious cream had its predictable effect, for my pulsating phallus became evermore engorged, increasing in length and girth, and my testicles enlarging in kind as they became overloaded with seed. The sweet lactation also transmitted to me the virtue that affected Arianna, for my own head grew fervid and my skin grew pink and hot as though burned from the sun. I thought as though I could jump clear out of my skin, and my cock throbbed with a restless urgency at each heartbeat.

With renewed vigor, I mashed my face into the soft pillow of Arianna's bloated teat, rolling my face around as I licked and suckled with great fury upon the distended nipple. I had become the Lion, and I alone could tame the Lioness. Arianna yelped and howled as I suckled forth, grasping my head and pulling it still tighter against her bosom, her pelvis bouncing and swirling in my lap against my swollen cock, frantically rubbing the ooze from her tender nether folds all up and down its length. It seemed as though the throbbing shaft would explode from Arianna's urgent stimulation, and it is a wonder that I managed to dam back the flood of ejaculate.

Arianna's yipping became louder and more rapid, as I sensed she approached her sexual culmination. I then raised the mammoth udder's twin from my thigh, and compressed it alongside the other, and suckled both swollen nipples into my mouth. A second gush of milky sweetness sprayed into my mouth. Arianna's head snapped backwards, so that her wet locks flew about, and a series of gutteral grunts and groans escaped her lips.

"NNNNGGGHH, OOOH!!! OH!!! OH!!! OHHH!!! AH!!! OH, MY WILLIAM!!" cried Arianna, over and over again, for my suckling upon her nipples had brought her once again to the throes of a sustained orgasm. Arianna's beslimed nethers made great slurping sounds against my thick trunk as they contracted and relaxed in a repeated cycle of sensual bliss.

There I held both breasts aloft, and suckled and worked each teat so furiously with my fingers that I feared that I might tear into the tender flesh. But the beautiful orbs did not rend apart from the rough handling, and Arianna held onto my back with her hands, as if for dear life, as she screamed herself along. I wrapped my arms around both teats and lost myself in a fury of suckling Arianna's swollen nipples and alternately rubbing and rolling my face about in the jiggling mounds of softness.

I was lost in a sexual madness upon Arianna's teats, which sprayed their sweet cream all over my face, which I rubbed all about in a smearing mess upon Arianna's soft pillows. Arianna was catapulted to the zenith of pleasure, and so urgently did she bounce upon my lap, sopping my cock with the considerable ooze that dripped down from her secrets, and so stimulated had my cock become that its discharge was imminent. I quickly leaned backwards, carrying Arianna's body upward, and in one deft stroke, angled the head of my cock into Arianna's secret place.

As I leaned my wife back onto my lap, the lips of Arianna's sweet vagina parted, and the lovely folds opened like an enormous mouth to swallow my monstrous member. Arianna uttered a loud, continuous wail as my gigantic organ cleaved into her secrets. So overcome was Arianna with erotic sensation that her hands clenched convulsively upon my back, her nails digging hard thereinto with such force that the Lioness raked her claws across my flesh.

In that moment, I cared not, for I too was overcome. My manhood was buried fully into my wife's secret place, and though we had coupled thousands of times before, this time was very different. My engorged phallus was immersed in the velvet softness of the pink flowers of Arianna's well-watered garden, and it felt as if my cock was as the topmast of a ship surrounded by a glowing nimbus of St. Elmo's fire, every stretch thereupon tingling within the luminous corona of Arianna's feminine sweetness.

There we sat, alongside our mountain pool, Arianna upon my lap, my thick trunk embedded deeply within her, I moving my hips and my lovely wife moving hers in unison, so that our bodies found a delightful love rhythm. Arianna screamed evermore loudly with each deep lunge, as the corpulent shaft penetrated ever inward into her honey-smeared cavern within.

Arianna's succulent breasts grew ever larger, the gigantic teats resting upon my shoulders, heaving and bouncing with each thrust of my pelvis, so that each of my arms could barely encircle its own massive teat while my face lay buried in the velvet canyon therebetween. But I could no longer attend to Arianna's discolored nipples, so overcome was I with the stimulation of my member, that my head arched backwards so that my mouth came free therefrom, sweet trickles sprinkling my face.

Arianna's swelling teats came free and were bouncing all around, rocking us both under an earthquake of sexual fury. Arianna's enormous mounds of flesh bounced against my head and upon my shoulders and every which way, as though they were a dangerous avalanche of succulent flesh. Her bloated nipples squirted forth a rain of her sweetest milk all about my face as I drove forth. I clung desperately to Arianna, holding her close about as she held me, as we rocked back and forth beside the pool.

Though we had shared our bodies unnumbered times over the years, we discovered that day an intimacy never known before, for our coitus transcended mere sexual relations. We were conjoined in body and soul, and springing from our long, passionate years of love, a new life was conceived. Arianna screamed yet again as I grunted loudly, and though we were both utterly overcome with the intensity of the physical sensation in our loins, a golden glow was ignited between us.

My cock pulsated deep within my wife as it stroked forth, again and again. With one great lunge, the semen propelled outward from my meaty tube into my wife's velvet chamber, wracking our bodies with great shudders of pleasure, and Arianna and I held each other closely as we were overtaken by ardor.

It felt as though our bodies had merged during the ecstatic culmination of that wonderfully erotic moment when the great flood of semen escaped the long shaft of my penis and filled itself within Arianna's sweetest vagina. For our bodies did in fact merge in that moment, as the seed of my devoted love for my beautiful wife Arianna took root in her now-fertile garden, and the fruit that was then propagated was later born as my son William.

Our organs trembled together in a sustained state of bliss as we held each other trembling. Our loins shuddered together as we soared in the outer spheres of concupiscent joy. It seemed as though we would remain forever suspended in that state of ecstasy as our hearts beat together. But then the raptures passed as did that transcendent moment, and we descended once more to our earthly abode.

Arianna opened her tinted lids so that her glittering verdant jewels gazed into my eyes. Having both regained our right minds, we sat there clinging to each other, my wife upon my lap, my member still buried far up within her nethers, as we stared lovingly into each other's eyes. A sweet smile of inexpressible joy remained upon Arianna's lovely countenance, her arms draped over my shoulders and wrapped around my head.

"Oh, I love you so much, my wonderful William!" said she, a glow of heartfelt affection scintillating in her eyes. Thank you, my excellent man, for now my joy is complete. I will now become the mother of your babes, as I have yearned for so long. Thank you, my excellent man, William."

With that, Arianna kissed my lips tenderly, and gazed at me again in awe, lovelight radiating from the beautiful emeralds. Arianna caressed my cheek with her soft finger, twirling it around in my beard, giggling like a small girl. Then she kissed me again, somewhat more firmly, now planting several successive pecks upon my lips. Pulling away, her visage showed anew the hint of her earlier lusty ardor. Arianna then clasped my face in her hands and pressed her mouth against mine, her lips parting and her tongue licking against my own lips.

Arianna kissed my mouth insistently. She was already wanting another go! Arianna inclined her body into mine, her bosom compressing against my chest, and I could feel the heat rising again upon her nipples, which had only just cooled moments before. Now all the flesh of her breasts simmered fervidly against me, as well as the skin of her arms and back against my hands. Arianna's breathing grew more labored, and she blew great gusts from her nose as she sucked upon my mouth and face.

I grabbed Arianna's hands and attempted to remove them from my face. She resisted forcefully, batting away my hands and clasping my face again. As her temperature rose once more, I could feel the tender mounds of her bosom pulsating against my chest, squeezing ever tighter with each pulse. Arianna's breasts were expanding again!

Already were each of Arianna's teats well over two feet across and now swelling larger, the pressure increasing upon my chest where the succulent spheres of flesh were flattening thereagainst. Twin spots were burning upon my chest where Arianna's soft nipples were compressed, and I could feel her rapid heartbeat within each tender pap as they grew and expanded. The swelling globes were moving Arianna's face away from mine, and she reached her neck forward to maintain contact with my face.

As much as my mind would have enjoyed accommodating the ravishing Venus, my body was another matter. For I was still basking in the comforting warmth that follows sexual intercourse, and my member was quite depleted from these labors. My body would require a time to recoup its strength, and replenish the fluids of love, as Arianna well understood. Nonetheless, my wife was undeterred by these realities, and sought rather to draw me immediately into another sexual encounter.

"Arianna, my beloved...." I began, attempting to disengage my lips from my wife's embraces.

"No, William," she interjected, kissing my cheeks and neck as I inclined away, "I will not be deterred this time."

I have long understood that my voluptuous, vivacious Arianna remains in a state of sexual arousal at all times, that her nipples tingle ceaselessly, craving my touch always, never satisfied, her wish being that we could remain conjoined perpetually. And thus we often remained upon Our Isle, impelled by the carnal fury of the love melon, our limbs entwined for hours at a time, in a place where the melon was bountiful, where we required no shelter from the elements in that warm tropical climate.

But matters were different here in these cold mountain climes, where continuous work is required to obtain one's meat. As such, my longsuffering wife's considerable sexual needs had remained unsatisfied during our time upon Our Mountain. And now, in this feverish state of ovulation, were her demands heightened to an even greater extent, her swollen nipples fervently atingle, insistent for me to maintain continuous attentions thereto.

Though I lacked the fire of passion, I returned my wife's affectionate overtures. This only stoked Arianna's flames higher and hotter, she slobbering urgently upon my mouth and frantically sucking upon my tongue, her soft hands disheveling my hair, gliding down my neck and shoulders and all about my back.

Arianna wiggled about upon my lap, while my deflated member remained limply up inside her secret place. Arianna's bushel-sized breasts were compressed fully against the length of my torso, and the hot flesh of her distended nipples blazing against my chest. I rested my hands atop the luscious orbs of flesh, and caressed them lightly. Arianna's mouth abruptly popped away from my own, and the Lioness released my head and grabbed my hands roughly, her visage one of lascivious abandon.

"No, William, you must do it like THIS," and with that, she directed my hands to vigorously pump and squeeze and manhandle her teats, my fingers kneading all about the great jiggling masses, which quivered and shook with each forceful squeeze. Arianna tossed her head back again, moaning loudly in synchronicity with the rhythm of my hands.

Though my cock had been as a limp worm inside my wife, the feel of her breasts as I squeezed them ferociously and the sound of her impassioned utterances rekindled the flame of my lustful ardor. Again my nose caught whiff of Arianna's odorless erotic scent, which caused a sensual twinge to be felt with my flaccid member, and a sudden inrush of blood thereto, so that my amorous interest was engaged once more.

Arianna grew evermore beautiful before my eyes, and I became entranced with every aspect of her feminine charms... the tangle of her thick, damp mane that fell about her shoulders and onto her teats, the tilt of her head as it rolled all about, the smooth lines of her creamy neck, the way her mouth opened as she groaned, her full lips and straight, white teeth hidden therebehind, and the thick forest of lashes that edged the closed lids of her eyes. All of Arianna's lovely charms conspired to ignite my amorous flames to full blaze, and I pumped and kneaded her supple orbs with a renewed enthusiasm, which drove her to ever greater heights of ecstasy.

As I squeezed and tugged and fondled and kneaded the delightful bags of jiggling flesh, I could feel the pressure of their expansion forcing upon my chest. Her nipples blazed against me so that I feared they would burn holes in my skin. Amidst fervid moans, Arianna placed her hands upon my shoulders, and lurching her body forward, knocked me once again to my back.

My voluptuous Arianna loomed over me, her glorious globes dangling into my face. Arianna's overengorged nipples were jiggling before my eyes, a deepening mauve color, bulging and shiny as twin blisters of blood, appearing as though they might burst. The tumescent buds were grotesquely bloated and misshapen by Arianna's fertile state, but were nevertheless irresistibly alluring, being the uttermost embodiment of Arianna's voluptuous femininity.

As I pumped and squeezed Arianna's enormously expanding spheres, the swollen protuberances of her nipples pulsed and quivered with each rapid heartbeat, radiating heat like a bonfire into my face as they increased in diameter, each swelling before my eyes from the size of a grapefruit to that of a coconut.

Arianna's nipples and areoles were stretched beyond their limits, the malformed flesh of her tender buds made shiny as glass by the swelling. I stared in fascination at this sight, but Arianna broke the spell by shaking her teats all about, so that the gigantic mounds bounced and jiggled against my face. Catching a look upwards at her lovely face, Arianna's expression was one of pain and expectation, as if enduring the moments �til I would again orally stimulate her tingling paps.

Compressing the expanding mounds together, in one great suckle, did I inhale both pulsating nipples into my mouth. My tongue could barely lick at the succulent buds, for my mouth was full of this softest of flesh that adorned the tips of Arianna's luscious breasts. So hot were the inflamed paps that I feared my mouth would be seared. Yet I hung onto the gigantic teats with both hands and suckled at my wife's tender nipples with all my might.

A great deluge of lactation was immediately let down, moreso than before. Arianna screamed again as a river of sweet, hot cream flowed through her enlarged teats and out her bloated nipples. Instant was the effect of Arianna's delicious milk on my person, for the thick tube that sprouts from my loins immediately became rock-hard, growing yet longer and thicker, and prickled and tingled with the fullest erotic sensation.

Arianna felt the palpitating hardness erecting itself within her nethers, and moaned all the louder, gyrating her hips all around upon the thick tube of flesh. Hard did I suck at Arianna's nipples, causing her head to thrash about, the locks of her drying hair to fly all around, her entire body shivering and convulsing as she screamed violently. I sucked and sucked upon her nipples with a vengeance, mashing my face all about, and mauling at her teats with my hands, so that my wife was out of her senses with sensual pleasure.

Yipping and yelping, Arianna bounced her hips up and down upon my member, as I gulped down overflowing mouthfuls of Arianna's precious cream. Humping her hips along, back and forth upon my cock, I lay there prone as my gorgeous wife impelled us both high aloft amidst the clouds of orgiastic delight. However, my member had only just performed this service, and at that moment had not yet another load of seed to release.

I felt Arianna's juicy folds compress again and again over my rigid cock, her sweet pussy squeezing off orgasm upon successive orgasm. Oh, how her form was wracked with shudders and convulsions as her orgasms increased in intensity, each one longer and more powerful than the previous. Her screams became breathless, exhausted grunts, and yet she pushed forth as I suckled at her expanding teats, kneading and fondling the gigantic mounds, which grew in my hands as my ever-swelling phallus excavated her nethers.

A heat was kindled between Arianna's sweet garden and my thick trunk by this prolonged, furious stroking, lubricated by the considerable moisture oozing down from her pink folds of flesh. After a time, Arianna's sweet milk caused my testicles to swell anew with seed. Sweat streamed down Arianna's lovely face, and slick became the flesh of her shoulders and teats. Arianna's passionate grunts had become labored sobs, yet the voluptuous vision continued pistoning upon my cock, coaxing it ever closer to completion. Finally, a tremor shook the length of my manhood, from its head to its roots, as the motion of Arianna's sweetest pussy finally drew forth the seed.

The floodgates of my loins finally opened, and a great geyser of semen burst forth, my entire body shaking and convulsing in orgiastic pleasure as a great fountain of ejaculation spurted into Arianna's secrets. I released Arianna's magnificent breasts at the great moment of sexual culmination, and streams of her sweet cream flowed onto my face and neck. My vivacious wife bellowed and groaned as her vagina received the copious flow of semen, as she impaled her nethers again and again upon the elongated spear of my penis.

Another load of my virility now received within her fertile garden, Arianna collapsed in exhaustion onto my chest, her sweat-dripped head lying upon my neck, and her gigantic breasts flopped to either side of my torso. Arianna lay atop me, panting urgently, sucking in great draughts of air with each heavy breath. I clasped my weary wife to me with one arm, and stroked an enormous nipple with my other hand, fondling it gently as Arianna reclined against me in fatigue.

We lay there for a time at the edge of the pool, the limp form of my wife Arianna sprawled out upon my own, her breath gradually abating as she recovered her wind. Wrapping my arms around her, I gently rolled us both off the ledge and into the pool.

Sitting up within the water, I cradled my gorgeous wife upon my lap with both arms. It seemed as though she had fainted from her exertions, for she lay ever so still in my arms, her tinted lids shut, hiding the dazzling jewels, and her lips parted, subtle wisps of breath escaping. The afternoon air having warmed, the coolness of the mountain pool felt refreshing upon my inflamed skin. I gently stroked my wife's creamy cheek, pushing back a strand of her wet locks from her face.

Arianna's breasts had become considerably more bloated during this latest coupling. The twin orbs floated before me in the pool, each one having the diameter of a sizable tree trunk, greater than two and a half feet across. Her magnificent bosom had regained its creamy color, and the blue veins crossed therearound had faded to become inconspicuous. Arianna's nipples had faded to a deep rose shade, somewhat darker than normal. Her tender paps no longer appeared overbloated or deformed, though they were still larger than normal, over six inches in diameter, residing right at the water line.

We sat there in the water as my fingers stroked along my wife's cheek, down her neck to her shoulder, and onto the creamy expanse of her bosom. This evoked a light sigh from the angelic lips. My fingers glided within the velvet cleave that separated the delightful spheres, and back up onto a tender breast. My fingertips circled around, drawing rings around Arianna's shiny areole, which caused my beauteous wife to shiver.

Her lids parted and I gazed once more into Arianna's dazzling emerald jewels. Arianna stared up at me, in awe and reverence. Arianna reached over and wrapped her arm around me, to hug me close. I curled my wife next to me, and we snuggled there in the cool waters of our pool.

"Oh William," spoke the gorgeous vision, "I love you so very much."

"And I love you, my beautiful Arianna. You are utterly magnificent in every respect. Our times of love are resplendent. I am the most fortunate of men to possess a majestic wife such as you, and to have you as the mother of my children."

I inclined down to kiss Arianna tenderly, and she rose to meet my lips. Hanging onto my neck, Arianna made to sit up, to which I assisted. Her enormous teats flopped forward, and fell into the water with a splash. Arianna bent over and cupped her hands in the water, taking a mighty draught. In this I assisted also, cupping my own hands and raising them to her lovely lips.

"Oh my, I am so thirsty, my love," spoke my wife, who drank a great quantity of water before her thirst was slaked.

"That is because you let down such a great volume of sweet milk, my beauty," I replied. Indeed, Arianna's creamy goodness filled my belly, for I must have drunk upwards of a gallon thereof, and I hungered not again that entire day.

"Mmmm, and I love it so when you suckle at my sweet milk, my powerful man," cooed Arianna, who turned to place another kiss upon my lips.

"Perhaps my teats are not yet drained?" spoke the voluptuous Venus, straddling my thighs while kneeling in the water. Scooping her hands under, she raised her gigantic globes from the water, so that her tender nipples were before my eyes, water streaming and dripping from the tips of the succulent paps, gently creased all about, subtly indented in the middle. Her shiny areoles glistened before my eyes, beads of water rolling down, encountering the ring of bumps at the periphery, and dripping off to splash in the pool.

By now, my member was quite raw from its recent double duty, and I did not wish to further provoke my randy wife in her volatile state of ovulation. So I simply cupped the wondrous spheres and held them aloft. Arianna released her hands and grabbed my head, mashing it into the soft canyon that separated the creamy mounds of tender flesh. Oh, how I do so love the feeling of the soft pillows against my face and all around my head! How could I not nuzzle my face deeper between Arianna's smooth orbs?

Naturally, this aroused my nymphomaniacal wife all the more, and I caught another whiff of the sensual aroma of Arianna's fertile state. Arianna held my head closely within her bosom, her hands mussing my hair as she writhed and wiggled upon my lap, fervently groaning and gasping. Though I greatly enjoyed this intimate contact with my gorgeous wife, the effects were lost upon my flaccid member, which lay limp as Arianna rotated her nethers upon it.

As she held my face between her pliant mounds, I grasped Arianna around the middle, so as to fondle her plump bottom. Reaching my fingers around, I made to grope about and probe within the velvet folds of her nethers. At this, Arianna started, releasing my head, and grabbing my hands, removing them from her secret place.

"No William, you must not touch me there, for I will not have my child disturbed."

At this was I puzzled, for there would have been as yet no child to disturb, and Arianna had always enjoyed the manual and oral stimulation of her flowers, but instead she moved my hands again to her teats, and made that I should resume my vigorous squeezing. I suckled a ripe pink nipple within, and fresh screams ensued from Arianna's lips. Another immediate flow of sweet cream was let down. No indeed, her teats were not yet drained. It seemed this day her supply of lactation was inexhaustible.

Once more was I suckling from Arianna's teats, my mouth moving from one nipple to the other, my faced bathed in white spray between suckles. It seemed as though Arianna's enthusiasm for such suckling was also inexhaustible, for her arousal increased in intensity as I drew harder upon the tender buds, my tongue caressing and circling all around the succulent paps.

Once more did Arianna attain the summit of erotic joy, as I reclined in the shallows of the pool. Once more did I feel Arianna's sweet pussy as it contracted over and over, slurping again and again upon my deflated organ. Arianna's supply of orgasms was also inexhaustible, for she sailed aloft on the clouds of concupiscence, utterly enraptured from my attentions at her nipples.

With each fresh gasp, did I feel her nipples swell within my mouth, with each groan did the tender flesh of her breasts flow out from my fingers. Each wondrous teat was now so large that I could only heave them both with difficulty, as my arms could not encircle Arianna's overflowing bosom. I worked my arms over the mammoth orbs, squeezing them in the crook of my elbow. Each nipple now too large for my mouth, my lips danced from one to the other, suckling them into my mouth in turn, each one leaking milk profusely while unattended.

The swollen buds of Arianna's nipples had regained their bruised aspect, appearing once more as malformed purple blisters, shiny and engorged, her areoles ringed with bumps like insect bites. The flesh of her enormous teats had grown hot again, seared to a deep pink shade, as the thick blue veins again crossed over their considerable expanse. Arianna grunted and convulsed as I suckled upon her misshapen paps, and I feared she would injure herself by her endlessly increasing state of orgasm.

Working desperately to drain Arianna's expanding udders, the work was in vain, for the mountainous mammaries only grew larger and heavier, and the copious flow of milk only increased. I knew not how such a quantity could be let down, nor did I know where the sweet cream went once swallowed, for my belly was still not full of my wife's creamy goodness. But the sweet lactation eventually found its place in my balls, and worked within my manhood, conspiring with Arianna's erotic scent, for my weary cock began to grow rigid once more.

Once begun, quickly did the member grow in enormity, like Jack's beanstalk, sprouting from my loins, snaking upward against Arianna's soft belly, and penetrating from underneath the velvet cleave of her titanic breasts. Arianna exploded afresh, as she now surged her sopping pussy up and down against the thickening shaft, she and I both clasping her gigantic teats and rubbing them back and forth against the wide trunk of cock, which elongated and thickened evermore, emerging from the top of the canyon that divides Arianna's mountainous spheres.

The head of my cock had swollen to the size of a pumpkin, and I was overcome from its rapid growth. Arianna's eyes widened upon spying the penile monstrosity, and she wasted not a moment sucking upon it with her mouth. Her lips bore down upon it, and somehow, I do not know how, she forced the enormous thing in into her mouth, as she has done at other such times.

So hard and forcefully did Arianna suck upon my gigantic penis that she inflicted pain, for she was actually biting my member with her teeth! But the odorless womanly scent came out of Arianna like a perfume, driving me to higher levels of excitement so that the mingled sensation of pleasure and pain felt exquisite upon my cock. Arianna licked and sucked with great power, gripping the shaft about its base with both hands.

There were remained, asplash in the shallows of our mountain pool, Arianna pumping her oozing secrets against the base of my monstrous cock as she chewed on its head, and I sucking violently upon her overbloated purple nipples. So large had her teats become that I could scarcely hold one at a time, and made my best effort to alternate between the overinflated globes of tender flesh. Arianna's continual whines were muffled by my overengorged member stuffed within her mouth, but she had not descended from her zenith of orgiastic pleasure.

Once more, I felt the pressure build within the towering shaft, as Arianna's head bounced up and down upon it, the length of it being stroked within the softness between her teats. As the moment of eruption drew imminent, Arianna released her mouth from the trembling shaft, grabbed both enormous teats, arched her back, and stood up, all in one lissome motion. Positioning her sweet flowers directly atop the engorged head, Arianna released the load of her teats and allowed the full weight of her body to collapse atop the thick trunk.

A long sustained shriek split the air as Arianna's juicy folds were parted by the gigantic phallus. Her body slid down the corpulent member, as down a greased pole, penetrating the full length of her torso. I know not how my wife survives with such a monstrous thing all up inside her, but as she slid downwardly upon it, the member released its considerable load, the bodies of Arianna and myself shuddering and quaking as we shared a moment of mutual orgasm.

We both were as though thunderstruck, and both our forms convulsed violently as my distended member unleashed its latest eruption. Arianna sobbed lamentably as her body was wracked with jolts, again and again, and she clung to me as if for dear life. We held each other, palpitating, as the sexual tremor wrought havoc upon our bodies.

Once more, Arianna collapsed limply upon my chest, our legs twitching spasmodically with the aftershocks of this most violent coitus. Arianna was propped upon my torso by her gigantic teats, which had by now swelled beyond barrel-size, each luscious orb now about three feet across, and spilling over either side of my chest into the shallow water.

Arianna's head lay atop her own bosom, as she once again panted breathlessly. My arms pinned underneath her ample charms, I worked an arm free to stroke my beloved's head. Arianna did not move, but remained still and unresponsive.

"Arianna?" I inquired, "Are you well, My Queen? Arianna?"

But the gorgeous vision did not reply. Now vexed with concern, I carefully gathered my wife as I made to sit up, a procedure made very difficult by the enormous balloons that hung from her chest, hampering my movements. Upon regaining a sitting position, Arianna lay slack in my arms. Her gigantic mounds of flesh splashed into the pool, and slow dribbles of lactation escaping from her bloated nipples, forming white eddies in the pool as they mingled with the water.

I splashed water upon my beloved's cheek in an attempt to revive her, but Arianna remained senseless, overwhelmed by the last round of sensual intensity. I managed to gain my feet and raise my dearest into my arms, taking care to cradle her enormous teats in her lap. With an arm dangling at her side, I managed to exit the slick rocks of the pool and descend the slope, carrying Arianna back to our cabin.

Back at Our Cabin

Arianna's tremendous mammaries jiggled with each step, bloated nipples quivering. So large had they grown that I feared their weight would shift, and that it would be difficult to maintain my balance. The problem was compounded by my cock, which was rubbed raw from such extended sexual performance, and hung down limp below my knees, slapping painfully against my shins with each step, its head dragging upon the ground, as I gingerly made my way down the slope and along our trail.

Upon reaching the cabin, a new problem presented itself, for Arianna's teats had grown so large that they would not pass the doorway of the cabin. I laid my wife down upon a soft spot in the meadow near the cabin, and withdrew several blankets from inside. Laying one down for my gorgeous wife to recline upon, I removed her to that spot, and covered her over with the others. By now, the afternoon had mostly passed, and night would soon fall in the shortened light of the fading days of late summer. The night would be chill, but fortunately the weather was clear and our covers would keep my glorious wife warm.

I had no need for food, for I was still quite filled with Arianna's creamy goodness that I had suckled from her nipples. However, Arianna had not eaten the entire day, and I feared that she would hunger from her hard exertions. The day ended while Arianna slumbered, and as night fell, I curled up next to her under the covers, snuggling an arm over the tremendous bags of supple flesh. I lay there for a time as the stars came out, listening to the steady breathing of the glorious Arianna, and hoping she would be refreshed upon awakening.

I slumbered soundly that night, and was still asleep as the morning light broke over the mountains. Though I recalled no dreams, I was awakened in my most favorite manner. For I was stirred by an erotic sensation upon my cock. As I shook off sleep, I became aware that Arianna was licking and caressing my manhood, as she loves to do. My first thought was of the pleasure in my loins from my wife's loving attentions, but as I regained my wits, I was relieved that Arianna had recovered and was well this morning.

When I had fully awoken, I marveled at the sight of Arianna attending to a penis that was three feet long, at least half a foot across, and having a head the size of a pumpkin! My member had not regained its normal size overnight, as had always happened previously! I sat up with a start to behold the mammoth stalk that grew from my crotch. Arianna's mouth was slobbering all about the enormous head, rubbing all around the length and girth of the shaft with her soft fingers. When she noted that I had awakened, she flashed me a bright smile.

"Good morning, My Handsome King," spoke My Queen, as her lips and tongue swirled all about my cock. "I wondered if you would ever awaken!"

Puzzled by this turn, I had not yet adequately observed Arianna. She released the member, which stood erect straight in the air, shaking from side to side, and sat up about her feet, raising her breasts high for me to see. Arianna's breasts had also not shrunk, and were larger than they had been the night before! Her arms heaving underneath the giant globes, each mammoth sphere was large enough to fill a wash tub, each nearly four feet across, tipped with dark, swollen, misshapen paps both larger than her head, set within areoles nearly two feet in diameter, ringed with bumps the size of a knuckle, drops of sweet cream trickling down from the ends of her nipples.

"It appears there are other unexpected consequences to ovulation, My King!" spoke Arianna, with a lustful smile spread across her lovely face. Arianna's full mane of sandy brown hair was a disheveled mess, her features utterly evocative of erotic passion, emerald eyes glowing with a furious light, her flesh tinted pink once again with a fervid heat, each curve of her plump body commanding my attention.

Arianna dropped her incredible globes heavily upon my chest, and buried my distended phallus in the creamy canyon therebetween. There I lay, pinned underneath the great weight of her mountainous teats. Arianna climbed atop my cock and placed her sopping nethers thereon, and bore her hips down upon it. I could do nothing to stop my Lioness, for this was the second day she burned with the heat of ovulation, and she would not be denied.

Arianna's swollen nipples were within reach, and it was all I could do to wrap my lips over each one in turn and suckle forth. I lay there prone, restrained under the great weight of my wife's ever-expanding balloons, which grew more enormous as I suckled her creamy sweetness, as Arianna drove her hips up and down over my inflated cock. Our bodies shuddered together as my member released its load, but yet Arianna continued along. I was as the drone of the beehive, enslaved in the service of the Queen, pumping forth semen into her chamber at her command.

After a time, Arianna's teats had expanded to such a size that I could perceive nothing else, for I lay fully buried under twin heaps of creamy softness, in the velvet ravine that separated these double mountains of tender flesh, with only a narrow passage remaining above my head where I could see light and obtain fresh air. I perceived that Arianna's lissome form was now removed entirely above the ground, and that she reclined high atop her own soft piles of delight, for I could feel her body jiggling the massive bags of flesh all about the surface of my body as her hips drove down back and forth upon my cock.

My mouth maintained contact with only one of the enormous nipples, the other laying away from my mouth, but within the reach of my hand, so that I might squeeze it. My face remained pressed against the bloated pap, which had grown far too large to suckle, but nevertheless released a steady flow of cream into my open mouth. I lay there paralyzed under an avalanche of soft, creamy breast flesh, the sound of my wife's incessant moaning heard somewhere far off, and muffled by the distended flesh that covered over my ears.

I was utterly enveloped with the presence of my wife Arianna, from my head to my toes, and though I could not embrace her directly, in this way did she embrace me as never before. I was able to feel Arianna's beating heart and vigorous breathing through the tender flesh of her bosom, under which I was completely covered over. I guessed that my wife's teats had each swollen to greater than six feet across, and that I lay pinned under flattened, oblate heaps of tender flesh, though there was no way for me to be sure of their true size.

For all the hours of that day did my gigantic cock pump an endless supply of seed into my wife's vagina. I know not how long we remained in that state, and Arianna had no clear recollections afterwards, whether a single day passed and gave way to night, for she was utterly enraptured by the experience, to the exclusion of all her other senses.

It could have been days, or even a lifetime that we remained in this unique sexual posture. The entire scene was utterly unreal, as if in a dream. Afterwards, Arianna and I gravely doubted whether these events actually transpired, rather that they were the raving imaginings of a shared dream caused by a feverish sexual delirium.

In any case, we found ourselves awakening one morning, under the covers outside our cabin. Perhaps it was the next morning after our day at the pool, or perhaps it was the day after that, or another time much longer thereafter. At any rate, there we awoke, our privates raw and tender, but restored to their normal sizes, and both of us ravenously hungry for a proper meal.

We lay on our makeshift bed, depleted for a long while thereafter, in each other's arms, in the cool of the mountain morning. The erotic blaze of Arianna's ovulation was now spent, but the heartfelt love we shared was not. For amidst that fury of wanton lasciviousness did my seed finally implant in Arianna's newly-fertile garden, and the new life that was to be born as my son William had finally taken root.

Such experiences did we have in conceiving our first son. Over the succeeding years, Arianna's times of ovulation have always been turbulent, and all our children were similarly conceived in a torrent of raw, relentless, unbridled passion. However, no other times could compare with that of our first son, when Arianna's teats swelled without bounds, and when we could indulge in lovemaking for so long a time.

The Pioneer Life Upon Our Mountain

It was not long thereafter before the first snows arrived at our mountain homestead. Our larder was now full of gathered fruit and dried meat, and so I set about gathering and cutting the remaining firewood for the winter ahead. Winter descended quickly, and though it was not the hardest one we would endure in the Stoney Mountains, neither of us had ever before seen so much snow as commonly fell upon our mountain plain.

It was a beautiful sight to see the snow caps upon the mountains, and a smooth carpet of white upon Our Meadow. The winter beauty doubled Arianna's joy, which abounded each day as our son grew within her. For as she had yearned to carry my child during the years of our tropical exile, so had Arianna also yearned for a return to cold places, and to see the snow once again. This she now discovered in abundance, for the snows in the Stoney Mountains were far in excess of any either of us seen, in Arianna's native England, or in my childhood home of Virginia.

The days grew shorter, and the noon sun lay lower each day over the hills. Each sunny day at noon, standing before our cabin, the sun would be seen to the south, betwixt the twin peaks of Arianna's Teats. It was as if the sun were a dazzling golden jewel set upon the enormous bosom of my voluptuous wife.

The next spring, I created such a sunburst pendant as a present to Arianna, to similarly adorn her lovely breasts. This pendant was formed from a lump of gold found in Annie's Creek. (Little then did I appreciate that other gold would one day be discovered in the mountains, which would bring an end to our mountain seclusion.)

It was not long before the days grew shortest, presaging the arrival of Christmas. On Christmas morn, I presented my voluptuous vision with her foxhair coat.

"Oh William, it is absolutely gorgeous!" enthused Arianna. "You continue to outdo yourself, my handsome craftsman! Now we might add 'skilled furrier' to your list of accomplishments!"

Thus does Arianna always flatter my simple efforts to provide her with bare comforts. She quickly donned the coat, which reached down low past her knees. The arms were long and open, so that she could tuck her hands thereunder for warmth while out of doors. A hood was provided for covering her head, thereby offering comfort and protection from even the fiercest winter elements. Seeing the garment modeled upon my beautiful wife, did I think that perhaps my own craftsmanship in the art of fur was in fact quite good.

As there was not as much work outside at the homestead during the wintertime, Arianna and I would regularly linger under our thick covers on the cold mornings in our cabin. As Arianna would typically rise before me, she would wake me by sucking upon my cock or by rubbing her enormous breasts in my face. Oh, how I do so love being awakened in such a manner!

There we would lie as a couple, while the wind raged outside our cabin, I suckling at Arianna's tender nipples, and she suckling upon my rigid member, and burying the thick shaft in the soft canyon between the mounds of supple flesh. But when Arianna was with child, she would not allow me entry for intercourse.

"No William," she would always say, "I'll not have that monster of yours disturbing my child within the womb!"

My wife feared that my enormous cock would cause her to miscarry, and Arianna was loathe to take such a risk. So great was her concern that she would not even tolerate my pleasuring her flowers with even my fingers. Thus Arianna maintained a lock upon the treasure box of her now-fertile garden, and would not permit me to enter therein until her fruit was harvested.

Nonetheless, our erotic needs did not go unmet during these times, for Arianna's nipples were all the more furiously atingle as she carried my babes. The tender paps at the tips of her breasts remained flushed and swollen during pregnancy, and the slightest touch thereupon would send her into the clouds of ecstasy. She would attain a state of orgasm simply from my suckling the tumescent buds, and her lithe form would be wracked by long, hard jolts of pleasure as she would stroke her sopping nethers upon my thigh.

Moreover, my sexual desires were fulfilled abundantly during this time, for Arianna's hunger for my cock became ravenous. Often during each day did my voluptuous wife seek out my member from within my breeches, and swallow it into her mouth. Such loving attentions would she slather upon the meaty tube with her tongue and lips, and how she would bury the rigid shaft between the jiggling mounds of her pliant teats. And as the thick trunk reached its culmination, Arianna would eagerly receive the ejaculate into her lovely mouth, and drain the stiff member of each drop.

"Oh William," would she say, "how I do so love to suck the semen from your mighty cock! But I must confess, my handsome King, of late your seed does not taste as sweet as it did whilst upon Our Isle!"

"My Venus," I reminded the beauteous vision, "you will recall my explaining that our love melon had likely altered the natural taste of my ejaculate. For it has been my understanding that women typically do not find the taste to their liking. It has been many months since we last partook of the melon, and apparently the taste of my issue has returned to normal."

"Well then, My Very Potent Man," spoke my wife, licking a stray dribble from the corner of her lips, "I shall simply have to acquire a taste for your semen as it is, now won't I? For it gives me such great pleasure to prove my devotion to you in this way, and to draw your issue inside me in this manner, and I intend to continue doing so!"

And continue she did, for my Arianna satisfied her ravenous appetite for intimate relations in this manner throughout the winter and for the duration of her pregnancy. It was as if Arianna were merely my willing and eager sexual slave, attending to her master's needs several times throughout each day. I would simply recline and my voluptuous attendant would mash her teats into my face, and then stroke the rigid trunk amidst the tender softness therebetween, and then suckle forth into her mouth the hot, sticky goop that squirts therefrom.

Such submissive devotion did my darling wife display in bringing me pleasure throughout each winter day. Judging from her impassioned moans, these actions gave her great pleasure as well. But during those cold months, I yearned to once again implant my meaty stalk into the juicy folds of Arianna's flowers, and to impel my voluptuous spouse to the heights of erotic bliss once again.

The tenth anniversary of our marriage was spent within our cabin, along with the first anniversary of our marriage ceremony aboard ship. Such a difference it was to remain inside, huddled under heavy covers, in our snowbound mountain homestead, compared to previous anniversary birthdays spent out of doors, under the sun and breeze, in open nude frolic upon our former tropical abode. After those years spent south of the equator, Arianna was pleased to celebrate her February birthday once more in a northern temperate clime, and the fruit growing within her womb was a greater gift than any other I could contrive.

In time, the winter cold abated, and the snows melted back, flooding the passageway through Annie's Gulch. The meadow burst forth in flower once more as Arianna's belly began to noticeably swell. The season's crops were planted, and soon spouted. In addition to the grains and vegetables, and certain practical crops such as flax, we planted a special patch for our love melon. Much to our joy, the vines of this tropical melon took root and spread in the mountain climate, and soon the vines burst forth in flower, each of which grew forth into a melon that we harvested in the autumn.

By June, Arianna's belly was full with the fruit growing in her womb, and she required much rest through each day. Arianna hardly appeared to be with child, for her breasts were so large that they hung down to nearly hide her expanding belly, resting thereupon. My wife complained of great pain in her back, something which never bothered her in all her years of carrying around teats the size of watermelons from her chest. This back pain drove her to our bed for hours each day.

Nonetheless, I returned from the fields several times each day to attend my Arianna. At these times, she would draw comfort from having me suckle her nipples, for her teats were producing an even greater quantity of lactation than normal, so that her bosom would swell taut and cause her pain. Arianna would also be comforted during these visits by sucking upon my cock, for she so enjoys caressing the meaty tube with her lips and tongue, and swallowing the hot seed.

Arianna's time of childbearing drew near, and we both were a bit concerned, as I had no idea of how a child should be delivered. Great was our relief at the timely visit of our friends Waterman and Mimosa, along with their son Tom, who returned here in the spring, just as they said they would. Great was the reunion, for our friends had brought victuals with them from across the mountains. I slaughtered one of the wild sheep that wandered the slopes of Our Mountain, and that night, we enjoyed a great feast.

Arianna and I smiled to each other upon first sighting Mimosa, for the squaw was much changed from our last visit. We immediately noticed that her bosom was greatly enlarged, and her breasts now spilled forward from under her shawl, which seemed unable to contain them. Clearly, the effects of the love wine were evident upon the Ute woman, and her teats were nearly the size of Arianna's. Also, Mimosa's visage was even more beautiful than before, and she now possessed a sultry fire that smoldered in her black eyes, and her long, shiny black hair dangled down upon her shoulders, down her back and upon her breasts.

Arianna was relieved that Waterman had spent the winter giving his wife English lessons, and though she was not as quick a student of our language as young Tom, she nevertheless was able to communicate clearly and understand most of the things said to her. Mimosa and Arianna soon were able to chat and laugh comfortably, and both women greatly enjoyed the other's company.

At one point, the women were giggling and unaware that we men could overhear.

"Oh Mimosa," laughed Arianna, "it was stuck in your mouth, truly? I've not had that problem with William's, though I have had much more experience than you with the love wine!"

In this way, Arianna and Mimosa became fast friends, and formed a womanly bond that overcame any barriers of race and custom. They spent much time together that week at our cabin as Waterman, Tom and I would go out each day to hunt fresh meat for dinner. Our friends slept outside in their native-style tents each night, for sleeping in cabins was not their Indian way.

It was agreed that our friends would abide until the time of Arianna's delivery, and that Mimosa would act as midwife. We had not long to wait, for on the fourth day after our friends' arrival, Arianna's labor commenced. For many hours, I stayed at my wife's side as she groaned in agony. I rubbed her back and brought her drinks, and otherwise did my best to bring her comfort.

When the time arrived, Mimosa performed her womanly arts, and we were overjoyed that Arianna gave birth to a son, who she insisted be named William. I was so proud to have a son, and that he should have the name of my father, after whom I was also named, my son being the fourth William in our family line.

"Oh William," enthused Arianna, "Is he not the most beautiful child? Oh my husband, I am overjoyed to finally be the mother of your babe!"

Indeed young Willy was the most beautiful child, for he proved to be the very image of his beautiful mother, with a thick mass of blonde hair upon his head that darkened to sandy color with age, and possessing the same dazzling green eyes of Arianna. Willy was the apple of his mother's eye, and she doted upon him constantly.

Young Willy took quickly to nursing, immediately latching onto his mother's nipple, which he could barely contain in his tiny mouth. At first the babe nearly choked from the prodigious flow of milk that Arianna let down from her enormous udders, and it became my service to drain off a quantity of the lactation before my son would nurse, a task which I approached with great enthusiasm.

The sensation of Arianna's nipples was not diminished by motherhood, nay, it was enhanced. As my son would nurse, Arianna would recline, gasping in a state of bliss that was more borne of relaxation than sensuality. Suffice it to say that Arianna enjoyed the times of nursing nearly as much as the babe. Nourished by his mother's creamy flow, Willy grew quickly, becoming fat and strong, and in no way sickly, in spite of the extremities of our wilderness habitation. Arianna has written much about Willy and our other children in her own journals.

So grateful were we for the timely visit of Waterman and Mimosa and son. A week after the birth of our son, our friends made to take their leave, promising to visit again before the next snow. I gave them two letters to post, one to our friends the Pentons in San Francisco and the other to my parents in Virginia. Waterman was friendly with several of the soldiers stationed at Fort Laramie, and had planned to visit that outpost sometime during the summer.

In these letters, I told our friends and family of our mountain homestead and of the birth of our son, William. I assured them that we were hale and whole, and thriving in the Stoney Mountains, and that we hoped to find a way to somehow meet up with them before many more years should pass.

The Tale of the Great Bear

My husband has asked me, his wife Arianna, to pen this chapter of his journal, for I was the witness to his gallantry and cared for him during his subsequent convalescence. It was during our first summer upon Our Mountain, when our son William was a newborn babe, that we endured our greatest terror.

It was a beautiful day and we were all out in Our Meadow. My husband was tending our crops and I strolled nearby, carrying our babe in my arms. As I walked along, I espied a small bear cub hopping across our path, just a babe itself, likely born that selfsame year. In that moment, I heard a ferocious roar, and turned my head to see the cub's mother, an enormous monster of a beast, towering over my babe and me.

I was terrified, standing with my feet frozen in their place. It seemed as though Young Willy and I had but mere moments to live, for the mother bear stood on her hindpaws, head and shoulders taller than me, her fearsome claws extended as if to take a deadly swipe at my face.

I had not even a moment to ponder this dreadful scene when I spied my beloved husband, in the corner of my eye, lunging at the bear, his Bowie knife in hand. My dearest William flew into the air, and in one deft swing, did My Mighty King slash at the bear's throat. The bear reeled backwards as William collided with its colossal body, the animal thrashing about with its extended claws, and both man and beast fell to the ground.

Blood pumped forcefully from the neck of the bear, which murmured weakly as its life seeped away, and my William lay limply atop the dying beast, his hand having released the blade. I set down my babe and ran to my man, rolling him off the bear. Great was my dismay to see a fearsome gash through William's shirt, where the bear's claws had swiped him as it fell.

Now greatly sobbing, I did my best to tend to my man, but his gaping wounds glistened bright red. It was hard to discern his blood, for he was covered with that of the bear. Though no such tragedy had ever befallen us in all our years, I nevertheless kept my head and fought down the urge to hysteria. I removed my blouse and held it to my man's chest, so that it might stanch the flow of blood. In this crisis did I regret for the first time my enormous flopping teats, for I was now bare from the waist up, and the pendulous bags of flesh jiggled and swung all about, generally hampering my efforts to care for my man.

My blouse made a suitable plaster for William's wounds, and I then also removed my skirt, binding it around my husband's chest to hold the dressing in place. William was senseless, and I grew fearful at his blanched color, as though he had lost considerable blood. I then set about returning him to the cabin. Placing Baby Willy upon my man's injured chest, I dragged William by the shoulders across the field.

Had anyone been there to see, this would surely have been an unusual sight, with a naked, huge-bosomed woman dragging an injured man and a wailing babe in this manner, her gigantic teats flopping and jiggling all about with every minor exertion. Fortunately, we were not far from the cabin, and I did not drag my man over too great a distance.

As I pulled William away to safety, I saw the young cub sniff and nuzzle at his dead mother. In the midst of our plight, I nonetheless felt compassion for the poor little creature. His mother was simply following her natural instinct to defend her cub, and could not comprehend that we meant it no harm. It was a tragic shame that the brute beast perished so uselessly, leaving the cub an orphan to fend for itself in the wild. Yet in the great wilderness contest, either the bear were to have perished or else my son and me. My loving gratitude to my dear husband overflowed, that he placed his own life in the path of certain danger so that we might escape this doom.

Back at the cabin, I stripped off William's clothing and washed his body clean of the gore, applying fresh cloths to his wound. There were three parallel gashes from the bear's claws along the left side of William's rib cage, each several inches in length, though not as deep as they appeared at first glance.

However, William was nonetheless greatly afflicted, for his flesh was cold and pale, and his breathing rapid and shallow. I drew him into the cabin and tucked him warmly under the thick covers of our bed, that he might recover his warmth. I made him to drink though asleep, and also rubbed his limbs, to restore the circulation thereto.

I was so grateful that the babe slept soundly, having cried himself to sleep following the ordeal. So busy was I caring for my man that I neglected to don fresh clothing, and remained nude, alternating between caring for William and nursing our young son. Having done so, I cuddled up nude under the covers, alongside my man, so that my warmth might be shared with him.

William slept fitfully through the night, and by the next afternoon his wound took on a hot, angry aspect. I feared my man might die of an accompanying fever, though the wound itself was not so serious. In that moment, an excellent course of treatment occurred to me. In all our years upon Our Isle, neither William nor I had never been ill a single day. Such minor injuries as we did receive healed unusually quickly. I formed the thought that perhaps our remarkable love melon had sustained our good health, in addition to its erotic effects, and enabled our constitutions to recover rapidly from any injury.

We still possessed three jugs of the love wine made upon Our Isle. We had taken six jugs away thence, and had given one to the Pentons and another to the Watermans, whilst one flask had been broken in transit. Perhaps the wine could be used as an elixir to restore William's health? I uncorked one of the remaining jugs, and poured out a small amount to give William to drink. Lifting my man by his broad, well-muscled shoulders, I reclined him against my bare bosom and brought the cup to his lips.

The aroma of the love wine filled the air, and a thrill trembled over my flesh as I recalled the last time we had partaken thereof. It had been over a year previous, on our ninth anniversary upon Our Isle, our last day prior to our rescue by the Pentons aboard the Helios. Such a time did we have that day, impelled along by this very vintage, as our parts swelled to unprecedented proportions, enabling us to couple directly for many hours straight, through the tumult of a tropical cloudburst that tore across Our Isle.

The savor of the wine in my nostrils recalled the sensual bliss of that day, and did cause my nipples to tingle afresh for my beloved man. But the tears welled up as my William lay prone and unconscious against my bosom. I sobbed fitfully at the thought that my wonderful man might perish upon this mountain, and that I and our babe might needs find our way without him.

Cradling William's handsome head betwixt my breasts, I inclined the cup so that a trickle of wine passed his lips. Without waking, William gulped and swallowed the wine. I offered him more, which he swallowed again, now stirring slightly. William's breathing drew deeper, and as the flush of the wine rose to his cheeks, he uttered a slight groan. I held William close, stroking the thick black hair of my man's head as he now seemed to sleep normally, having elevated above the deathlike torpor.

I now was confident that William would recover, and my sobs turned to weeping of gladness and relief, my tears becoming as tears of joy. I corked the jug and offered William the remainder of the cup, which he sipped through his slumber. Reclining my man upon his pillow, I drew back the covers and removed the dressing to inspect his wounds. Remarkably, the gashes had already closed and begun to clot, and the inflammation had receded noticeably. Indeed, the wine proved an excellent curative!

Another tell-tale indication of the wine's effects was evident, for a large protrusion was visible underneath the covers about William's middle. I withdrew the covers to reveal William's considerable manhood, greatly engorged and standing fully erect, nearly fifteen inches in length and about three inches in girth.

I was pleased that my potent man had recovered so, and that his body was already on the mend. Thus he slumbered, and since our infant was doing the same, I availed myself of the opportunity to admire the thick stalk of William's rigid penis. After a decade of marriage, I remain in awe of my man's overlarge member, and I reclined next to him, caressing the mighty shaft with my fingertips, stroking it all up and down its extended length. So stiff and hard it was, like pink marble, crossed all about with veins.

I can only merely admire my man's member for so long, for it soon beckons to me, inviting me to swallow it within my mouth, an activity that I cannot resist. I took the solid flesh into my mouth and sucked it all about, gliding my lips and tongue up and down its surface, wrapping my fingers all round the meaty tube. As I suckled forth upon William's powerful member, oh, how I yearned to have the monstrous thing all up inside me. However, our child was only just born, and I had not healed so that we could resume coital relations. Content I was in the meantime to give pleasure to my man with my lips and tongue, and to lavish the tangy taste of his seed.

I suckled upon William's great cock as he slumbered on. But so aroused had I become by performing these loving ministrations that my nipples were fervently atingle, as if an electrical current flowed over the quivering paps. I raised the jiggling spheres of my bosom and buried William's thick cock therebetween, thus seeking to quench the frantic agitation in my tender buds. This availed not, for the tingling was only increased, and the stimulation was felt down into the folds of my flowers, which seeped down onto my thighs.

I thought I would be driven mad, for I had commenced this loveplay with an unresponsive, insensate man, and the flame, now kindled, could not be quenched. I pinched and squeezed at my own nipples, twisting them all about, but this self-play did not satisfy my heated desires. Instead, I threw my face into my man's loins, nuzzling my nose into the hair at the base of his cock, inhaling deeply of his masculine scent, and licking and kissing all about his swelling testicles.

This drove me into ever-deeper throes of passion, and I knew not how I could dam the erotic torrent now unleashed. So I straddled William's thigh with my sopping secrets, and rubbed them all about as I grasped his cock with both hands, swallowing the enormous organ into my mouth. There I suckled furiously upon his member, performing an impassioned fellation, gyrating my wet pussy all up and down William's leg.

The effects of the love wine were such that William's cock swelled in my mouth, growing at least an inch thicker in girth, which drove me to ever greater heights of concupiscent fury. My head bobbed up and down upon the thick trunk, sucking it so hard that I feared I would suck its head right off. As I bore down upon the distended member, William began to stir, and moved about upon the bed. At this, I felt a terrible dismay, for I had disturbed my man's rest in pursuing mine own selfish, lascivious impulses. Nonetheless, I was impelled along by the erotic storm, and relented not in sucking upon William's mighty cock.

William's head thrashed from side to side in a restless delirium, repeating my name and uttering remarks to suggest that he imagined we were still back upon Our Isle. Oh, how I wished his member would release its load, so that I could desist and thereby enable him to rest once more. My wish was immediately granted, for a distinctive shudder shook the length of the thick phallus, and an outrush of hot semen squirted forth into my mouth.

Oh, how do I love the sensation as the thick slop spurts out into my mouth! How I do so enjoy the sticky goo that coats my tongue and throat, and how I treasure taking my mighty man's issue within myself, that I may love this part of William from inside, and treasure the internal warmth it imparts! So thusly did I remain, sucking fast upon William's gigantic member, clutching its base and squeezing with both hands, his leg now made slimy by my nethers rubbed thereupon.

Oh! Now my man had been completed, but yet my own lustful fire remained ablaze! I knew not what I would do as I remained there suckling upon William's cock, which now began to soften and grow limp. My nipples blazed on, frantically atingle, with no prospects of satisfaction! In that moment, I felt familiar fingers dandling about weakly in my tresses. Popping my mouth off the elongated shaft, I looked up and there gazing down at me was William! He had awakened from his slumber, and presented to me a wan smile.

"My beautiful Arianna," William croaked softly, "I am so relieved that you survive hale and whole. I feared that the bear would be the end of you, and it was all I could do to throw myself before it in your place."

"Oh My Mighty King," I cried, "you saved Willy and me from the fearsome beast! You are my hero once again! You killed the bear, but were injured in the process! You must take your rest now, my powerful man, and allow your wounds to heal."

William replied, "There is but one thing I require for my recovery, my gorgeous wife! Bring your luscious teats over to me!"

With that, William reached over weakly, to feebly grope my breasts. My heart was torn, for as his caring nurse, I wished my man to take his rest and recover, but as his impassioned lover, my nipples were fully ablaze with ardor, eager for his tender embrace, and my secret garden verily dripped with desire for him. William persisted and fondled an inflamed nipple with his fingers, and I could resist no more, and relenting, drew my body alongside his, placing my jiggling teats before his face, so that my quivering nipples batted about his cheeks.

William grabbed his favorite teat with both hands, and tenderly placed kisses upon its nipple. I muffled a scream of passionate delight, for I wished not to awaken the babe. But I was so stimulated, and William's attentions were so welcome that I could scarcely resist his amorous advances, even if it were for his own benefit.

"My darling Arianna," William whispered, "do not withhold your succulent nipples from me. Bring them closer, my Voluptuous Venus!"

As I edged closer upon the bed, William grabbed me forcefully about the waist, and drew my bosom against his face. I was momentarily surprised at his sudden strength, but then was overtaken by the wave of erotic delight that washed over me as William suckled hard upon my nipple. But before I could recover, my joy was doubled as William seized both teats, pressing them together, and sucked both tender paps into his mouth. Instantly, streams of lactation were let down from both breasts, which William suckled eagerly.

I was benumbed with sensual bliss as my man caressed my tingling nipples, and I could have floated away on the clouds of pleasance. William drew my body fully atop his, flinching sharply as my arm brushed his aching wound. But William's strength was renewed by the goodness that flowed from my teats, and though still quite depleted, he suckled at my breasts with vigor, caressing my back and bum and all about my thighs with his hands, working his erotic enchantment, so that I was as putty in his expert fingers.

I lay atop my man as he suckled at my teats, groaning and panting as I ascended higher and higher to the summit of sexual pleasure. Oh, how does William evoke such raptures with his lips and tongue upon my nipples!

"Oh William," I gasped, "my teats.... Oh, my nipples! How they do so tingle! Oh, I marvel at what you do to me, my handsome man!"

With one hand, William held an enormous teat as his mouth plied from one nipple to the other. With his other hand, William stroked and kneaded my plump bottom, his fingers groping and probing from behind, to discover the sopping folds of my labia, betwixt my thighs. Oh, how did I flinch when his fingers encountered the swollen rosebud of my clitoris! For I had not allowed my man to touch my flowers since the conception of our son, nor in the time since young Willy's delivery, as my secret place had been healing still.

The stimulation of William's mouth upon my tender paps conspired with his sensual fondling of my nether parts, and I was instantly propelled to the zenith of pleasure! Oh, how I did so gasp and groan, and how did my pussy contract in an explosive orgasm! Again and again did my secrets slurp about, besliming William's fingers, as he drained the sweet cream from the swollen buds atip my teats! There I remained in ecstasy as my handsome wizard performed his sexual enchantment upon my nipples and rosebud!

In time, my supply of erotic responses was exhausted, whereupon William grabbed my bum and drew it upwards over his form, making as though I should sit up.

"What are you meaning to do, My King?" I enquired, as William drew my oozing vagina up across his strong, hairy chest. He moved me so that I was kneeling before his face, my thighs straddling his head, with my flowers presented before his mouth.

"No William, you must not!" protested I, "It is too soon! And you must now take your rest!"

But my obstinate man was determined, and grasping my bum with both hands, William forced my nethers into his face. My resistance melted away as William's tongue explored around the juicy folds of my vagina. My back arched with a jolt as his lips encountered the swollen pink rosebud of my clitoris, and I muffled a sharp scream.

Oh, how my form did rock and shudder under the erotic tremor William evoked within my loins! So long had I endured the abstention from these attentions, so long had I yearned for William's affectionate embraces! William's lips and tongue plied every moist crevice of my flowers, and suckled about on my rosebud, first tenderly caressing it, and then forcefully drawing it in, performing a skillful cunnilingus, so that a bombast of sexual pleasure burst forth! Once again, I was at the culmination of ecstasy, and over and over did my vagina contract about William's face as my form was wracked by successive orgasms!

Again did the sensual storm blow past, and I finally rolled off William's face, and cuddled alongside him. Almost instantly did my man fall into a slumber, drawing deep breaths of healing comfort, a pleasant, satisfied smile upon his visage. I remained there beside my man for a long while, and arose when Baby Willy awoke, eager for his own meal at my bosom. I cared for our babe and then prepared some victuals for William and myself.

I sat William up in bed and fed him some meat broth, which he consumed without waking. By now, the day was well spent, so I laid down the babe and crawled into bed beside my sleeping husband, hoping the next day would bring even better recovery to my heroic man.

Young Willy awoke several times during the night for feedings, as usual. By morning, I arose and cared for the babe, and returned to bed to inspect William's injury. The wounds did yet remain closed, and scabs had formed, already appearing quite dry. However, the surrounding flesh had again acquired a hot, fervid aspect, and William seemed to rest fitfully.

Pouring again another cup of the love wine, I again leaned my man forward, cradling him in my arms from behind so that he reclined in my lap, his head resting between my breasts. Raising the cup to his lips, a trickle streamed into his mouth, which he swallowed without waking. Another sip and then another, and the restoring effects of the potion became evident, for William's color and breathing returned to normal.

Not only these, but William's manhood also displayed the effects of the love wine, as it stood straight up and elongated before my eyes. William's body was reclining against my own, and his head was sunk into the soft cleave that separated my teats. I therefore could not reach over to stroke my man's penis, but admired it from afar, as it grew ever longer and thicker in girth, extending two spans in length and appearing so fat therearound that I doubt I could have encircled it with both hands.

I began again to burn with desire for my man, and my nipples commenced a furiously renewed tingling. On one hand, I hoped that William would remain convalescent, and regain his strength, but on the other hand, I yearned to stroke and caress his mighty penis and suckle it into my mouth. Dismissing these selfish thoughts, I raised the cup again to William's lips, but William's hand reached atop my own. William had awakened! My man raised himself up and turned to face me, a warm smile about his lips.

"Good morning, my gorgeous wife," he greeted, "will you join me this day in partaking of the love wine?"

"Hush now, William, and take your rest!" I scolded mildly, mounting desire rising up in my bosom. But there was no concealing from my man the hunger in my eyes, which, William discerning, caused a manly grin to break across his face. William leaned forward, pressing his hairy, well-muscled chest against my soft breasts, and placed a gentle kiss upon my lips. My heart fluttered at my husband's tender embrace, and my heart skipped a beat as he cupped my nipple in his strong hand.

"Drink, my beloved," spoke William, raising the cup to my lips.

"No, William, please...." I protested feebly, "what of our babe? He will require my care."

But William only touched the cup to my lips and tipped it over into my mouth. Such warmth emanated through my throat as the wine flowed down! It had been a year and nearly half another since last that taste was upon my tongue! I seized the cup and eagerly guzzled down the contents. William had the bottle in hand, and then presented that to my lips. Grasping the bottle with both hands, I upended it, and took a good long draught.

William laughed at me, for my feeble gestures of resistance had melted so quickly into fervent compliance. Taking a long swig himself, he corked the bottle and returned it to the nightstand, perhaps half the bottle now remaining. William sat up in the bed and drew my body against his, reclining my back against his chest. He planted gentle kisses along my neck, reaching his hands under my arms and over to fondle my breasts.

A fleeting moment of regret passed over me, for in my greed, I had again initiated a sexual encounter, when my sweet William only required rest. But these thoughts passed quickly as William caressed my neck and squeezed my tingling nipples. Oh, such ripples of pleasure that emanated from the tender paps at my man's evocative touch. In this position, I was now within reach of the towering stalk that sprouted from William's loins, and I stroked the thick shaft, sending shudders through William's person and drawing from him deep, masculine moans of pleasure as he nuzzled upon my neck.

I felt the heat rise to my cheeks, and the addled feeling that comes over my head under the influence of the love melon. So long had it been since I had experienced these sensations last! My heart raced and my breathing drew heavy as we reclined there, fondling each other's sensitive parts. The interior of our cabin seemed to tilt as the inebriation of the love wine settled onto my mind.

"Oh William! Oh, My Handsome King! I have so missed imbibing of our love wine! It has been so long, has it not?" spoke I, as a familiar trembling commenced in my teats, which ached ever so deliciously.

"It has indeed been far too long, My Glorious Queen," replied William, sensing the tremor in my breasts, and squeezing the pliant orbs more vigorously.

A great surge was suddenly felt in my teats, and I cried out in pain, for it was as if the supple spheres had exploded outward in William's hands! In response to the heady potion of the love wine, my teats instantly expanded several inches in diameter, and it felt as if the torrid flesh of the tender globes would tear open, and rend themselves apart!

Oh, how did I writhe and squirm, inclining my head against William's, as my breasts inflamed so abruptly! Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I sobbed as a little girl, at the exquisite, wonderful, exhilarating agony of orgiastic delight that sundered my teats! I knew not how to respond, what to do first, as my body contorted upon the bed, my teats growing evermore large with each pounding beat of my heart! But there I was, immobilized by the mingling of pain and pleasure, as I arched my body against William's!

It was as though my nipples were doused with kerosene and set afire! How did the swollen paps blaze forth as their softest flesh was instantly stretched taut, and stretched again and again! Never before had the effects of the wine been so rapid! Never had my teats expanded so abruptly! It was as if they doubled their diameter in a matter of short seconds, and there remained nothing in my world except the ever more enormous pain-wracked mounds of flesh.

I was then aware that William was gripping each of my nipples in the clenched fingers of each hand, and that he was pulling with all his might, so that the yielding flesh was expanding in commensuration. Oh, the torment, oh the ecstatic, rapturous agony my man inflicted upon me as my teats swelled in his hands! My teats were mashed against my body, flattened oblately so that their tops were up upon my face, William twisting and squashing them forcefully in his mighty grip.

Emerging from the hysterical state, I became aware that William was crying aloud also, and that my hands were clutching tightly to his member. The thick trunk had also instantaneously expanded, growing considerably in length and girth, and that I had been pulling hardfast upon it as well. My fingernails had dug deeply into the corpulent phallus, involuntarily, as I myself had been overwhelmed by the sudden effects of the love wine. In so doing, I had yanked violently upon William's member, as if I might tear it from its roots, but the mighty stalk had only grown longer and thicker from this exertion.

As I collected my wits, I was relieved that young Willy slumbered on, and that we had not awakened him by our mutual erotic convulsion. Oh! So dramatic were the effects! Why had we not experienced such tumult in all our previous times before? It seemed as if, upon Our Isle, our bodies had grown accustomed to the enchanted potion, having a resistance as it were from daily consumption of the magic fruit, and that this tolerance had worn off in the past year and a half.

My thoughts flashed to Millie Penton and Mimosa, to whom we had also given this wine, but who had no resistance whatsoever! How abrupt were the effects of the wine upon them? What delicious torments did they endure with their own men? No wonder her husband's member became embedded in Mimosa's mouth! Oh, did I lament inflicting such trials upon my dear friends, but was consoled in that, nonetheless, no complaints had been expressed afterwards by either woman!

In the full throes of the love wine, my mind was now consumed with wanton desire. I sat up and turned quickly to face my man, straddling his crotch with my own. In doing, the gigantic bags of flesh flopped forward, smacking roughly against his chest. William grimaced, for his wounds had been disturbed, but his hearty lust quickly won over the pain.

My mammoth udders dangled from my chest, swinging back and forth, jiggling with every subtle movement, my swollen nipples brushing against William's chest. The bloated teats were now each over two feet in diameter, tingling masses of concupiscent agitation, entirely filling the space between us. My blazing nipples were each the size of oranges, and required William's immediate attentions.

But William had a vexing need of his own, for his distended member towered straight upwards over two feet from his loins, and was over four inches across in girth, the head the size of a coconut. The swollen, vein-encircled trunk was nearly purple in color, and visibly pulsated with each surging beat of his heart. The head of the elongated monster reached upward between my teats, presenting itself nearly to the level of my face

Without hesitation, William seized my teats in both hands whilst my head instantly dove down upon his cock. Drawing my inflamed nipples to his lips, William sucked them in and sucked hard thereupon the swollen paps. We thrashed about furiously upon the bed, my head lashing all about William's enormous cock, and William struggling to hang on to my bloated teats, whilst I gyrated about.

I instantly felt the hot cream gush forth from my teats, and William's ecstatic groans muffled by my tender buds in his mouth. Such a fulsome erotic sensation it was as the deluge of lactation flowed through my swollen, tingling paps! Instantly, the insanity of the wine wrought its effects upon William's member, for a mighty gush of his own splatted forth from the thick trunk into my mouth. My own frantic yelps were muffled by the engorged male organ in my mouth, for I was overcome with lascivious sensation, from William's attentions to my tingling nipples and my own arousal at the flood issuing from his cock.

My mouth remained fastened to William's powerful cock, as it discharged its limitless load into my eager mouth. For such is the marvel of the wine that William's ejaculations do not abate, but can squirt continually for hours at a time, wracking my man's body with quakes and tremors of amorous fury. But William was thrashing about as his huge cock repeatedly discharged, and I understood not what he was about. In a moment, William had flipped me onto my side. My mouth came away from his enlarged member, and a copious spurt of hot seed squirted into my face.

Momentarily overcome by this turnabout, I could not discern my man's intentions, until he rolled me upon my back and loomed over my form, his cock discharging several powerful squirts onto my teats and belly. Never releasing my teats or his mouth therefrom, William then moved his loins lower upon my form, and positioned his spurting cock before my nethers. I protested vigorously.

"No William! You cannot yet enter! It is too soon after childbirth! My flowers are not yet healed!"

William removed his mouth from my nipples, twin showers of milk squirting into his face and onto his shoulders.

"Your flowers are indeed restored, my beauty, for was not my face there yesterday? I have yearned to couple with you all these months, my love, and we have abstained long enough!"

With that, William planted his enormous cock within my garden. How easily did it slide in, watered by my own considerable moisture, and also by the slop that continued to squirt from the bloated member.

"No William! I plead with you, My King...." but my feeble protests trailed off as William's potent manhood filled my inward portions, which exploded therewith in a bombast of carnal pleasure.

So deeply did the monstrous stalk penetrate my garden! So hard was the thick trunk that buried itself within the softness of my nethers! So hot a blaze did the corpulent shaft ignite within my secrets! So far was the mammoth tube of meat implanted up inside, and such a lengthy stroke did it make as it was withdrawn, only to plant itself again and again. In and out did the enormous phallus piston between my legs, discharging a fresh load of its inexhaustible seed with each powerful stroke.

William encircled my gigantic teats with both arms, and furiously suckled at both nipples as his mighty cock impelled along within my pussy. Such a quantity of my sweet milk did he suckle forth, commensurate with the semen he deposited within my secret place. I could do nothing but lay back prone, as my man drove me along in utter blissful pleasure, withdrawing goodness from my teats and returning a like amount of his own goodness with his cock.

We remained thusly upon the bed, overcome by the madness of the wine for too long a time, my man's hips driving against my own. Eventually William's head lolled about, for he was finally being overcome by his continual exertions. I then heard a stirring and the soft cries as young Willy awakened, eager for a feeding of his own.

"William, our son calls for me! William, we must stop now! William? Do you hear?"

But my man was unresponsive. His face was buried in my teats, but I realized he was no longer suckling. William's hips drove forth spasmodically, but lacked their earlier forcefulness. I rolled my man off of me and onto the bed, and realized that he was fast asleep, but that his hips nonetheless continued their rocking sexual rhythm, impelled along by the wine.

Now upon his back, the motion of his hips abated, and his elongated member lay fully upon his chest as William slumbered. Fresh spurts of ejaculate oozed forth onto his shoulder, but the flow was tapering off. I grabbed my man's enormous shaft with both hands and sucked forth the residual semen, licking clean the enormous head, as a mother cat licks her kittens. I caressed the length of the thick tube with my lips and tongue, and slurped up the gooey pile of hot cream that had oozed onto his shoulder.

Having finished cleaning my man, I licked my fingers, since I love swallowing my man's seed ever so much. Covering him again with our blanket, I went over to tend to our son. So difficult it can be to walk about and perform simple tasks with bushel-sized teats! They bounce and jiggle all over, and generally interfere with every small procedure! But I managed to raise young Willy to my pap and reclined the babe fully upon my bosom.

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Though the nipple was far too large for his tiny mouth, he managed to suckle upon a portion thereof, and draw forth his nourishment. I laid there, nursing my babe, such a placid sensation of pleasure evoked upon my nipple thereby, one of maternal love, rather than the blazing erotic fire ignited by his handsome father. Willy grew quickly and grew strong from nursing at my bosom, as did all our children.

William slept the remainder of the day, and was then sufficiently recovered to return to his work. His first task was to skin the hide from the bear, which had begun to rot and be eaten by other beasts during the days of his convalescence. William dried the head of the bear in the sun for several weeks, and then mounted the mummified head above the entrance to our cabin, that it might serve as a warning to other beasts who would trespass upon our homestead. I set out to make a winter coat for William from the bearskin, and completed it as a gift for him the next Christmas.

We never saw the young bear cub again, but we hoped that it survived without its mother and made its way clear of Our Mountain, having had no further contact with Mankind. In years to come, I often told our children the tale of the Great Bear, how their heroic father had slain the dreadful beast that threatened young Willy and me, pointing to the bear skull mounted above our door.

Devising my own family folklore, I taught the children the stars of the Great Bear and the Little Bear, and related to them that these were the very bears we had encountered, now appearing in the night sky. Such is the manner in which the story is still told amongst our kin to this day.

Up Upon Our Mountain

Our first summer passed quickly, as my beautiful Arianna was quite occupied with caring for our young son, and I was hard at work expanding our properties and tending the fields in anticipation of an abundant harvest. I constructed a barn around the horse stable to provide additional winter shelter for the horses, and to provide storage for our harvest.

I also fashioned a spinning wheel and loom so that Arianna could create fabric and clothing, for ourselves and for young Willy, who was already growing quickly. Having already the experience of creating our own garments under the primitive conditions of Our Isle, without the benefit of metal implements, Arianna proved to be quite an excellent seamstress.

Additionally, I added a porch to our cabin, and fashioned a pair of rocking chairs so that Arianna could sit in shade, and covered from the rain, while nursing young Willy. In years to come, many a fine hour would be spent upon that porch, as we would read stories and sing songs with our children.

Our crops were maturing nicely from the abundant sunshine and frequent rains upon our mountain plain. Our grain fields were plenteous, and our vegetables were growing well. Though we were concerned with our staples, Arianna and I both held out high hopes for our patch of the love melon.

The young melons budded quickly from flower, having been pollinated by the indigenous butterflies of Our Meadow, just as they had been upon Our Isle. However, the melons grew more slowly in the cooler clime than they had upon former habitation, and took much longer to come to fruition. In compensation, the melons had a deeper, more lustrous pink color than in the tropics, and it was immediately clear that this mountain-grown fruit would have a different nature than its island counterpart.

We counted only twelve melons growing in our patch that first season. While this crop was welcome, we had often eaten more than that in a single week upon Our Isle. It became clear that the melon would not again become a staple in our diet, nor would Arianna and I continue to enjoy the attendant benefits as frequently as we had during our years of unending nude frolic upon Our Isle. But as Arianna and I had assumed the responsibilities of parenthood, this was an acceptable trade for being cast out from our tropical Eden.

The summer days grew short, and harvest time was at hand, when our Indian friends returned. We saw our friends Waterman and Mimosa from afar off, as they entered Our Meadow through Annie's Gulch. This time, our friends travelled without young Tom, who was left behind with family members of their tribe. Since their last visit, Waterman had been to Fort Laramie, and did mail my letters. He also carried back a parcel for us that he received at the fort, sent from the Pentons.

The parcel included a letter and package from Bob and Millie, and also a letter forwarded by Bob from my parents in Virginia. Bob had posted this parcel after receiving our letter of the previous year, and addressed it to attention of the Commandant of the fort, to be forwarded on to us. The Colonel himself included a note expressing his joy and congratulations at hearing from Waterman of our safe settlement and the blessing of our son, for he had feared the worst for us. He was pleased to learn that we had made peace with the Ute tribe and were living as welcome guests upon their lands, and thus gladly relinquished our parcel to our Indian friend.

I was overjoyed to hear from my parents, and opened the letter from my mother with great haste. My mother conveyed her joy that I had survived the voyage of the H.M.S. Delight, for word of my loss had reached them years ago, and they had long since mourned my passing. Mother was also glad to learn that I was happily married to a beautiful young wife. I can only guess that my parents will have been equally glad to learn of our son, at whatever time that post might have been received this summer.

My parents did express their bitter regret that my wife and I were fugitives from the British Crown, compelled to seek refuge in the wilderness rather than make a life in civilized places. She wished only to see my face once again, and to meet my beloved Arianna. Mother pledged to rally the neighbors from our village to petition their congressman and senators to intervene on our behalf, and enlist the Department of State to plead our case with Her Majesty's government.

I was saddened to learn that life on my parent's farm had grown increasingly difficult, for so it had been eighteen years previously when I had left home. I was also chagrined to read that times of trouble were ahead for our family and for Virginia in general. For the political climate back east had become volatile, and great fractiousness was arising between the southern states and the northern, over the issues of state's rights and slavery.

I understood little of such matters as my mother had written, for I was but a boy when I went to sea, and had lived apart from American society for my entire adult life, and was thus quite naive to the intrigues of politics. As poor whites, our family never held slaves, and cared little for the interests of the wealthy plantation owners. I was always friendly with our black neighbors, and wished to see an improvement in their lot. Notwithstanding, I resolved to somehow find a way to relieve my mother's distress, and assist my family out of their plight.

The letter from Bob included the joyous news that he and Millie had become the parents of a fine young son, Robert Hezekiah Penton III. My friend Bob had a namesake as had I, both sons being named after their grandfathers of the same name. I swelled up with vicarious pride for my dearest friend, understanding full well the nature of his happiness.

Bob also happily reported that R. Penton & Co. had become an even more prosperous concern, and that the new ships, the Darling Millie and the Island Queen, had brought a greater than expected increase to his business. Bob has become a fully vested board member of Wells, Fargo & Co., and as such, was now seeking to develop an overland trade route between California and the eastern states. To that end, he was pursuing an expansion of his interests into the speculative development of a Pacific railroad, which would link California with the eastern portion of the continent.

To support that effort, Bob was in the process of establishing a business office in the City of Kansas, a settlement in Missouri at the gateway of the newly-organized Kansas Territory, where he would soon be relocating his family. Arianna and I were gladdened at this report, for this locale was closer to the Stoney Mountains than the Pacific coast, and lay along the existing wagon trails, thus boding well for the prospect that we might soon have a reunion with our dear friends.

Bob also reported the latest news from Zed Richards, our attorney. Our file has finally been placed in order, my American citizenship fully established, and Arianna's naturalization as my lawful wedded wife recognized by the federal government of these United States. However, these proceedings remain contested by the British Crown, for the agents of Arianna's father, Lord Chesterleigh, still to seek to undermine our efforts and extradite us to the realm of the Empire. Thus, we must remain in seclusion, apparently indefinitely.

The package also included some lovely baubles for Arianna from Millie, and a book for me from Bob. It was entitled "Walden; or, Life in the Woods," a newly-published work by one Henry David Thoreau. Bob thought it appropriate for me to read, as Arianna and I had renewed our commitment to eschew civilization and live out among the wild places. The book was most welcome, for we had taken few books to our desolate mountain, and were hungry for reading. I set out to read the book with great interest.

The book presumed to extol the virtues of a simple life amidst the wilds. The writing was most poetical and tended to capture the imagination. However, I sensed a disingenuousness on the part of the author. For he had simply removed to a cabin on the outskirts of his village, hardly a wilderness retreat from the point of view of pioneer life on the frontier. Thoreau writes:

"I went to the woods because I wished to live deliberately, to front only the essential facts of life, and see if I could not learn what it had to teach, and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.... I wanted to live deep and suck all the marrow of life, to live so sturdily and Spartan-like as to put to rout all that was not life, to cut a broad swath and shave close, to drive life into a corner, and reduce it to its lowest terms, and, if it proved to be mean, why then to get the whole and genuine meanness of it, and publish its meanness to the world; or if it were sublime, to know it by experience, and be able to give a true account of it in my next excursion."

Indeed, it seemed a handy thing to aspire to a natural existence while preserving convenient access to civilization, and such a life was hardly "sturdy" or "Spartan-like" compared to the wilderness adventures of the thousands of western settlers. How could one claim to experience "the meanness of primitive living" unless forced to rely daily upon one's hands and wits, contending with the elements, without implements or contraptions upon which to resort?

I would further submit that a bachelor such as Thoreau would not have "lived deep" unless he lived such as I, cavorting about amidst the elements in daily nude abandon with a voluptuous beauty such as Arianna. Nor would such a man have "sucked the marrow of life" without sucking upon the bloated paps of a most glorious product of nature, such as my enchanting wife. Nor would such a one "experience the sublime" unless gazing upon the sublimity of an overripe female form such as Arianna's, fondling the supple flesh, and implanting one's rigid manhood into her sweetest of places, out upon the green grass and under the open blue sky of the natural world.

We enjoyed a pleasant visit with Waterman and Mimosa. One evening, during our conversations upon our porch, the subject turned to Our Mountain, the great stoney monolith that loomed over our homestead.

"Bill, have you yet climbed the slopes of the mountain?" inquired my friend, Waterman.

"Arianna and I would love to ascend the hillside," I explained. "Every day it beckons, as we see the clouds pass over its towering rock face, and it stokes our adventurous spirit."

"Oh, indeed," interjected Arianna, "William and I have often spoken of how we wished we could take even a day to hike up the slope, and gaze down upon Our Meadow from on high."

"Then why not do so?" asked Mimosa. "Soon the snows will be upon you again."

"Really, honey" replied Arianna, "how could we climb that hill with our babe? It is too great a risk."

"Hmph," said Mimosa, "I would take my babe to such a place, as would any Indian woman. If you fear doing so, you could leave Willy with us for a day while you go."

"Thank you Mimosa," spoke Arianna, "but Willy nurses throughout the day and cannot go without feeding."

"I could nurse him for you, Annie," replied Mimosa. "Indian women nurse each others' babes as need arises."

"But how could you?" wondered Arianna. "Young Tom is five years old."

A winsome smile crept over Mimosa's face.

"Annie.... ever since we drank the love wine...." spoke Mimosa softly, trailing off unfinished, and then looking away, hesitatingly.

Waterman laughed heartily, while both women seemed abashed, demurring at further discussion of the topic in the company of the other's husbands.

"Yes Bill, my wife is well-equipped to care for your nursing son while you and Annie climb your mountain!"

"Hmmm," I pondered, "then it is settled! Let us make our climb first thing in the morning!"

And so it was agreed. That night, Arianna packed a food bag for our excursion, going out into our garden to harvest some fresh fruits and vegetables. We arose early in the morning to begin our ascent, with every hope of returning by evening, but packing some blankets in case were detained overnight. Willy laid happily in the arms of his Auntie Mimosa while Arianna and I kissed him goodbye.

It was difficult for my wife to abandon her babe in this manner, but a flashing glance of her dazzling green eyes spoke to me that my wife had other plans for our time spent in solitude upon the slopes of Our Mountain, which won out over her maternal impulses. Bidding farewell and thanks to our friends, we set off in the direction of our mountain pool to climb the side of Our Mountain.

The slope was quite gentle, and we mostly walked merrily uphill through the Aspen groves along the hillside during the early morning. As the sun arose higher, the slope grew steeper as the trees became more sparse, and after a time we were above the level where trees do grow. A rocky landscape now presented itself, and the grade had become so steep that we climbed more than we walked as we ascended the mountain.

This was becoming tiring work, not quite the adventure we had envisioned. However, the day was fine, with blue clouds so close overhead that it seemed we could reach up and touch them. The summit of Our Mountain was still a great distance above, but the path ahead appeared rocky and snowy and not easily navigable. We finally ascended a very steep ledge, at the top of which was a level shelf, quite flat and clear, about twenty feet wide and deep. We rolled over the edge, winded and fatigued, and lay about catching our breath. As it was about midday, we decided to stop here and eat our luncheon.

Gazing about, the panorama from this ledge was utterly spectacular! Great mountain peaks were visible on all sides, stretching far off into the distance, fading into blueness as the crags extended to the horizon. We could easily see all the nearby peaks with which we were daily acquainted, that were visible from Our Meadow. From this height, the familiar peaks were more alongside and did not tower above so. More interesting were the peaks beyond, with which we had never before observed from the plain below.

Great cloud banks were visible off in the distance, which swept over the sides of these great slabs of rock as they blew along through the air. The peaks of the taller hills were streaked with white, but not entirely capped in snow at this late point in the summer season. So much openness surrounded us all about, that we both felt somewhat dizzy from looking around, though there was no danger of falling from the ledge.

"Oh William," enthused Arianna, "this view is magnificent! Utterly breathtaking! I could have never dreamed of such a sight as we see here on high! Imagine what we should see if we could obtain the summit?"

"Indeed, my lovely," I replied, "but such an endeavor is not possible on this outing, for it would take another day or more to ascend the remaining height."

I crawled closer to the ledge, and Arianna came alongside.

"Look, My King! Look down upon Our Meadow! It all appears so tiny from this altitude!"

It surely did, for the vast expanse of Our Meadow appeared as just a flat parcel amidst the great craggy landscape. Our fields were as mere small squares therein, our cabin a barely discernable speck, with a tiny wisp of smoke escaping from the chimney. The slender ribbon of Annie's Creek glistened in the sunlight, circling around the basin, exiting through the rounded twin peaks of Arianna's Teats down below, and lost in the shadows therebetween where we knew Annie's Gulch to be.

Jagged rock jutted into the sky in all visible directions, and encompassed the entirety of the view, except for our green meadow. How truly alone we really were, lost and hidden on a small patch amidst the mighty range of the Stoney Mountains. Yet how truly safe we were, far out of reach of the Queen's men, secluded within a labyrinth of jutting stone, in a place known only to a small clan of an Indian tribe, in the center of a continent an ocean away from Arianna's tyrannical father, Lord Chesterleigh.

I stood up, and at the top of my voice, shouted down to Waterman. Strange it was, for the sound was gone the moment it left my mouth, there being no walls or trees or other objects nearby to produce any reflexion of the sound. Naturally, our friend could not hear me, and even if he could, there would be no way for me to know that he did, or to hear his reply.

Arianna spread forth a blanket upon the shelf, making a place where we might partake of our dinner. She patted a spot beside herself, a winsome smile upon her lovely lips, an alluring gaze in her eyes, thus beckoning me to take my seat and join her. I needed no persuasion, and cuddled beside my gorgeous wife. Arianna inclined her head toward mine, planting a swift kiss upon my lips, flashing to me a most enigmatic smile, as though she held a secret to which I was not privy.

We both removed our boots, and Arianna extended her legs over the tops of mine, her bare toes dandling about with my own. Arianna opened the food sack, removing the fruits and vegetables, along with several strips of dried meat, and a jug of water. She arranged them before us in a lovely place setting, adorned with flowers, as she has always loved to do since our first meal upon the beach of Our Isle. We supped upon that ledge, enjoying the warm sunlight and the cool breezes that blew continuously from the west.

Arianna had an uncharacteristically deep flush upon her face that day, and fixed her eyes upon mine in an amorous gaze the whole while we ate. She spoke very little as her dazzling gems remained upon me, and beamed a teasingly inviting smile in between bites of our meal. I cuddled closer, well understanding my lusty wife's intentions, and my heart beat quickly with anticipation, knowing what would transpire between us upon that ledge as soon as the meal was finished.

While we ate, wisps of fog blew over us, as the distant cloud bank drew closer, heading directly for Our Mountain. Arianna did finally break her silence to express her enthusiasm for the fog.

"Oh William! Oh, how I do so love the cool dampness of the fog! Oh, it has been such a hot summer, has it not? Oooohhh, that feels so nice! I still feel so overheated from that climb!"

I had observed during our time in San Francisco that my voluptuous wife becomes sexually aroused by the chill and moisture of fog. As the mists swirled around us, Arianna inclined her head backward, undoing her collar button, and also the next two therebelow. I could then observe that the hot pink flush also resided upon her neck and down from her shoulders, onto the soft cleft that divided her lovely breasts. The mere sight of my wife's comely flesh is always sufficient to insure my own arousal, and I drew Arianna close beside me to place a kiss upon her neck.

"Mmmmm...." cooed my gorgeous wife, "but my dear William, we have not yet finished our dinner!"

Reaching into the food sack, my Voluptuous Venus removed one of the love melons! And then another! My heart leaped in my chest at the sight of the remarkable fruit. I then felt a tingling in my loins, as my manhood grew partially erect.

"My sweet, I did not believe the melon yet to be ripe," I advised.

Arianna fixed her dazzling green eyes upon mine, and spoke in a smoldering tone, her voice husky with anticipation.

"But William.... this was indeed a most opportune time for harvest."

At that moment, a breeze blew across, over Arianna to me, and I again inhaled the odorless aroma of my wife's passion, as I had done the previous year at our mountain pool. I must have had a wondering look upon my face, for Arianna simply nodded, her lips curled into a seductive smirk, and through our silent communication expressed to me that she was in a state of ovulation once more.

I wrapped my arms about my wife's shoulders and planted a kiss upon her mouth. The heat of her fervid pink flesh radiated into my face as Arianna eagerly returned the kiss. My tongue darted into Arianna's mouth, which she met with her own, so that both our tongues slithered about, in and out of our mouths. Our mutual breathing grew heavy as we slurped and sucked at each other's mouths, and our heartbeats raced with the initial excitement that accompanies the start of lovemaking.

Holding Arianna close with one arm, my other hand glided down from her shoulder, down upon the front of her blouse, to caress the supple fullness underneath. Arianna moaned at this touch, and gasped as my fingers stroked over the tender tip of her nipple. Such a thrill it is in the early stages of sensual relations, when the heat of arousal is first kindled, at the first surges of the erotic torrent.

Arianna's body was hot where I touched, as my hands stroked across both nipples, the gorgeous creature having gone limp in my arm, a stuttered moan escaping from her lips between muffled kisses. The heat from the tender pap was as a blaze that burned against Arianna's blouse. My hand glided over to the center of her bosom, fingers trembling, and fumbled at her blouse button. The fabric of Arianna's blouse had become taut, and the fastener resisted being undone. Arianna's bosom was swelling once more, under the heat of ovulation.

"Oh William, I am so glad to have you with me this time," spoke my wife, who lay limply in my arm, a fever upon her brow, and a feline aspect to her voice, as she had had that morning a year thence, the day we conceived our son. Arianna lay against my arm moaning, she seeming overtaken by her womanly condition.

A flick of my fingers and the button came loose, but the flesh of her enlarging breasts strained against the fabric, held fast by the remaining buttons, her luscious mams bulging outward from the places where her blouse was parted. I gazed at the marvel of the swelling pink flesh spilling outward over the gathers of her blouse. I worked the next button, which came free, causing the tender globes to jiggle as they inflated.

The bottom button parted from its mating buttonhole, and both succulent orbs came free, falling to Arianna's sides. Spilling open from the now-parted blouse, Arianna's teats were a bright shade of pink, as though her flesh had been burned by the sun. Arianna's nipples quivered as they were released into the cool mountain air. The silken tips had taken on a deeply rosaceous color, flushed with coursing surges of the blood that raced therethrough. The succulent buds instantly inflated before my eyes, now freed from the bonds of clothing, and appeared stretched and taut, the flesh all ashine and puffy.

In that moment, a mass of cloud passed over us again, surrounding us again in fog, and the temperature dropped noticeably as we were enveloped in chill dampness. Arianna uttered a deep groan of pleasure as her overly hot, trembling paps encountered the cool moistness that blew thereover. Arianna sat up and turned to face the breeze, pointing her fervid nipples into the inrushing fog. Such ecstatic utterances flew forth from Arianna's mouth, and her head rolled about.

I nuzzled up alongside her neck, her luxuriant tresses softly nestled against my face. I drew upon her from behind, pulling the undone blouse over her shoulders and free of her arms, so that she was nude above the waist, further exposing her flesh to the dampness of the fog. Arianna's tender breasts were bedewed from contact with the mist, and wisps of steam arose from her simmering flesh, especially from her swollen nipples.

"William... my excellent man, oh, I know not what to do next!" exclaimed Arianna, who arched her back against me, writhing about, her fingers caressing and fondling her own swelling breasts.

My hands drew over from behind, touching Arianna's enlarged teats, which lay sagging into her lap. My fingers glided over my wife's engorged nipples, causing her form to jerk spasmodically. I pinched the inflamed paps and Arianna screamed, her body wracked with a convulsive jolt. Arianna placed her hands atop mine, and guided them in acircling and asqueezing the supple mounds, evoking gasps and groans afresh from my voluptuous wife.

"Oh William.... OOOHHH!!! How is it that you continue to impart new pleasures to me evermore, my magnificent man."

But I was doing nothing unusual to my exquisite wife, for it was the ambiance of this locale that fired her erotic flame.... the blueness of the sky that surrounded us all about, the cool moisture of the fog that blew over us, and the fervidity produced by the heat of her ovulation, all of which conspired to drive my voluptuous Arianna to ever higher levels of sexual excitement.

The glorious spheres swelled in my hands as I squeezed and fondled, and I marveled once more at the enormous size and utter softness of the tender flesh, and the exquisite manner in which the pliant orbs felt in my hands as they pulsated and expanded to an evermore gigantic size with each pounding beat of Arianna's precious heart. I could have remained there forever, embracing my wife's mammoth teats, drinking in the song of her impassioned moans that were evoked with my fingers, when abruptly, Arianna pulled free from my hands and stood astraight.

"AAHHH!!! WILLIAM! I CANNOT BEAR TO WEAR THIS GARMENT ANOTHER MOMENT!"

I sat up, clasping Arianna about the hips, my fingers meeting hers at her waist, atop the fastener of her skirt, both our fingers fumbling to quickly undo the buttons. The waist came free and Arianna pushed down the skirt, batting the top of my head with an enormous breast, and fully exposing her lovely flesh to the mountain breeze. In that moment, another blast of chill dampness assaulted her lithe form as a fresh wisp of cloud passed across the mountain ledge.

Arianna stood, looming over me, the full comeliness of her nude body embraced the blowing cloud. Such a sight did my ravishing beauty present, framed against the blue sky, holding her enormous breasts aloft, her delicate hands stroking and lifting and fondling the wondrous spheres of delight.

I could not but gaze at the sensual Aphrodite, but must needed to join the magnificent creature, so I arose to wrap my arms around the supple feminine curves. I inhaled deeply of Arianna's thick locks, and my nose again caught the odorless fragrance of her ovulative state. Arianna turned, and hastened at working down the buttons of my shirt.

"But William," Arianna purred, her dazzling green eyes fully alight with erotic fire, "you are still clothed, and this simply shall not do!"

In a moment, my shirt was off, and the splendorous vision immediately applied her attentions to the fly of my breeches. Arianna dropped to her knees, causing her tremendous mammaries to slap onto her thighs, swinging all about and swaying from side to side. In a moment, the fly was undone, and the massive shaft was exposed, extended straight up at least fifteen inches from its root. The cool mountain breeze felt pleasurable upon the engorged member, but in a moment, the corpulent trunk was swallowed within Arianna's mouth.

Arianna sucked furiously upon the thick stalk as she frantically pulled down upon my breeches. Such pleasure did Arianna impart to my engorged phallus with her lips and tongue that I lost my balance, falling upon the blanket, which caused my wife's mouth to come off from my cock as she laughed heartily. Arianna pulled the garment free of my feet, and extended her supple form over my body, mashing her gigantic bosom against my chest, locking her mouth upon my own.

So hot was my wife's fervid, pink flesh against my chest, and she held my face in her hands as her mouth sucked upon my tongue. My hands stroked about her back and fondled the plump flesh of her thighs and bottom, stroking up and down her back. Arianna entwined her legs between mine and wiggled her belly against the rigid shank of my cock.

Arianna's affections were deliberate and gentle, unlike the furious Lioness of the previous year. But this time I had not abandoned my love to the endure the heat of ovulation alone as I had done then, and rather was with Arianna as her female condition came upon her, so that her sexual fire burned steadily and did not become a runaway blaze as that previous time.

Thus we lay, caressing and embracing, enjoying the feel of each other close at hand. Arianna then withdrew her face, propping her hands upon my shoulders so that her enormous breasts flopped into my face, her swollen nipples brushing against my lips. I was about to suckle the sweet paps between my lips when the gorgeous vision spoke.

"William, we had nearly forgotten," gently did the ravishing creature speak in a melodious tone, "we did not finish our meal."

Arianna turned her eyes to regard the two melons sitting there, appearing as a big pair of teats. Arianna wiggled off my body and crawled next to me, over to the fruit. Producing a knife from the food sack, she quickly quartered each melon and replaced the knife safely within the sack. Sitting up, I drew the glorious creature near, reclining against the rock wall behind, so that Arianna's plump bottom was upon my lap, and my engorged cock extended between her legs, contacting her moist flowers, towering upwards therefrom.

Curling her soft body close, Arianna leaned against me, so that one massive breast was compressed against my chest, the other sagging into her lap, resting against the head of my cock. Then reclining her head against mine, Arianna lifted a section of melon and raised it to our faces. We both took a bite together, and the familiar flavor exploded in our mouths.

So long had we gone without that taste upon our tongues, after so many years of daily sharing the wondrous fruit. Instantly, we were transported back in our minds to the warm tropical breezes and floral scents of Our Isle, and how we passed our days in continual lovemaking, under the heady influence of this remarkable melon.

Indeed the fruit was quite ripe, and rich was the savor, having that peculiar creaminess distinctive of our love melon, but much moreso, as though the essence of the fruit were greatly concentrated. So clean was the taste of the melon, and so welcome after so long a spell. Though we had just recently partaken of the liquor made therefrom, the fermented juice was not the same as the fresh fruit itself, which we had greatly missed.

Such a tingle did the melon produce in my mouth with that first bite, and immediately drew forth a tingle in my cock. Arianna gasped and moaned as she tasted the melon, and grabbed my hand to place it upon her breast. I gazed into my wife's eyes and saw the hunger therein... for to eat of the heady fruit, and also to fill her mouth with my cock, and then to have the thick shaft buried deeply within the juicy folds betwixt her legs.

Arianna grabbed the rind and greedily bit out a deep mouthful of the melon. I reached over and grasped a fresh section of my own. Our appetite for the fruit was whetted, and we both frantically gobbled down our quarters. I felt Arianna's temperature rising again where her body contacted mine, and my own heat was elevating under the influence of the amazing fruit. My chest heaved up and down with each breath, as did Arianna's. My wife wiggled about on my lap, smearing her sopping nethers along the base of my cock, and mashing her enormous breasts against my torso.

Quickly did our first melon pieces disappear, and Arianna handed me another as she grabbed one for herself. Arianna held the section against her face with both hands as she bit hunks out of the rind. Streams of melon juice trickled down from her mouth and onto her neck as she consumed that section. I inclined my head to lick at the juice, and slobbered upon my wife's face and neck. Arianna roared with pleasure, dropping the finished melon rind, and turned upon licking at my own face and neck. There we sucked and licked at each other's necks, as the mounting fury of the melon began to overcloud our minds.

Already feverish from her state of ovulation, the melon further escalated her fiery aspect, and Arianna's flesh felt as though it would burst into flames against me. Working my mouth up my wife's lovely neck, my lips found hers again, and it was if a torrent of fresh passion were unleashed as our tongues entangled once more. Arianna turned to straddle my crotch with her own, and her nethers were sopping so greatly, it was as if a flood of her vaginal fluids were oozing out, coating the base of my cock, and pooling into my lap.

My cock was tingling from the sloppy mess accumulating thereupon. As Arianna's teats were compressed against my chest, I again felt the pressure thereagainst as the gigantic balloons began to inflate once more. Arianna's frantic groans were muffled by our entangled tongues as she inhaled in a jolt of pleasance. It was as if my own tongue elongated therefrom, extending further into my wife's mouth. Drawing hard upon Arianna's tongue, it also seemed to stretch, as if to lengthen into my mouth!

I held my wife's head and she held mine as our tongues stretched longer into each other's mouths. Such was a strange sensation, for our tongues seemed to become as two snakes that coiled all around inside our two mouths. Both our mouths were open to their greatest extent, and yet there seemed hardly enough space to contain our tongues. The tip of my tongue explored the depths of Arianna's mouth, extending even into the top of her throat, as her tongue seemed to do within mine.

Such an arousing sensation this was, for it was as if my tongue had become a kind of sexual organ, and tingled furiously with an erotic feeling simply from darting all about into my wife's mouth. Arianna's tongue stimulated my own as it stroked along, and it was as if an orgasm might arise in my mouth from within my tongue, caused by this sensual contact with Arianna's. I could sense that Arianna's tongue felt the same to her, for she moaned deeply as our tongues slithered about.

Arianna's tongue and mine intertwined and entangled into evermore intricate knots, evoking wave upon wave of a new class of erotic sensation. For each tongue had the sensation of a cock, and it was as if the walls of our mouths had the sensation of a vagina, so that kissing had become a strange type of intercourse. Thus we remained for a time, pressing our bodies close, hugging our open mouths together, fucking each other's mouths with our new sexual members, both penetrating and being penetrated by the other, waves of pleasure radiating from our mouths, and igniting our actual sexual organs to an even greater blaze.

Such was the unreal effect produced by the fresh crop of melon, which had acquired new properties, having been displaced from its tropical island locate to the different soil of the mountains. We could not tell whether these effects were actual, or simply a new aspect of the general delirium induced by the melon. No matter, for the sensation was most intense, and produced an ever-deepening level of the closeness that we already shared.

As we sat upon that ledge, each fucking the other's mouth with our tongues, Arianna's teats swelled ever larger, compressed against my chest. The supple firmness of her teats mashed ever tighter against me as our tongues snaked and knotted all about each other. Arianna's fervid nipples inflated evermore, pressing insistently against my flesh, pumping with each beat of her heart. I clasped the sides of Arianna's burgeoning breasts, stroking and squeezing as they swelled larger and fuller.

So great was the sensual stimulation of her expanding breasts that my corpulent member grew evermore, growing longer and thicker as it reached up from my loins, burrowing itself into the velvety cleave that separated Arianna's softest spheres of delight. Thusly did my beloved Arianna move and roll them about, mashing her expanding teats against my chest, rubbing her engorged nipples all about, and causing my thick shaft to slide about between the tender canyon therebetween, as our tongues slid together.

After a time, we disentangled our faces, and our tongues retracted as if spooling upon a spindle. Arianna stared up at me with a renewed sense of wonder, her eyes scintillating with a glow such as I had never seen. For Arianna's eyes appeared to radiate light, and the color thereof had become the purest shade of green, such as one would see in the vibrant spectrum of a rainbow.

Arianna's flesh had attained such a smoothness as never before observed, like unto the surface of cream, as if she were no longer made of mere flesh, but rather of a quintessence transcending any human substance, as if she had become a statue of living marble, timeless and enduring. I looked at my wife as if in a dream, her flesh verily appearing to glow, her radiant skin without blemish, having not even a pore thereon, as if it were polished ivory, the utter embodiment of female perfection. Thus also was her hair, each strand as the finest silk, the color of spun gold, lightly blowing along with the slightest breeze.

Even the sky beyond had attained a richer blueness, becoming more blue than the most azure shade ever before seen. The mountains themselves had acquired an unreal aspect, appearing more as paintings, and not as actual natural objects. Indeed, all our senses were heightened by the fresh melon, and every tiny thing appeared as in a dream, having obtained an idyllic, sensual quality.

So soft had my gorgeous wife's body become in my hands, as never before, sheer pleasure invading my fingertips just from simply touching her. And every light touch of my own evoked a fulsome response from Arianna. Her fingertips stroking lightly upon my shoulder seemed to leave a trail of erotic sensation in their wake. It was as if every stretch of skin upon our bodies had also become as the flesh of sexual organs, so that every small touch produced an orgiastic sensation.

Arianna gazed at me with a look of wonder that was the imitation of my own, as though I appeared to her as she appeared to me. Indeed, my wife appeared as a goddess, as though she had literally become an Aphrodite, my own personal love diva. Arianna giggled, and it was as if her voice were far away, sounding as an echo through a valley.

"Oh My King," spoke the wondrous vision of feminine pulchritude, "I am overcome with this new experience...."

"Indeed, my lovely, I have no words to describe this sensation...." my own voice sounding as a distant echo in my own ears.

I dimly understood that this was simply an alteration in our perception resulting from the fruit, but what a pleasant alteration it was! I raised Arianna's enormous teat to my lips, and the heavy mound of delightful flesh felt light as a feather. All motion appeared to move too slowly, as if the passage of time itself had diminished. Arianna was already gasping from the simple touch of my hands as they held her breast, and she screamed a prolonged scream as my lips encountered the trembling pap of her nipple.

Arianna placed her hands upon my shoulders, and shoved me down, but it was as if my back floated down to the ground. Such an erotic sensation arose from the place where her hands touched my shoulders, as if she had stroked my cock instead. Arianna's enormous teats flopped into my face, bouncing and all ajiggle, and I lay amazed at the bloated nipples, now appearing to have a brilliant fuscia color, and all ashine, as if they were made of polished ruby gemstones. Each tender bud was larger than my own mouth, and seemed to pulsate and quiver as they dangled just above my eyes.

Arianna's breasts had swelled to enormity, each luscious globe now nearly two feet across and expanding before my eyes. Both polished white spheres bounced above my face as they swung all about, shaking and jiggling with each subtle motion of my vivacious wife. I gazed on in amazemen at the gigantic ruby buds at the tips of these creamy mounds, as the soft nipples grew and swelled, expanding to an ever-larger extent as I looked upon.

I grabbed onto Arianna's gigantic ivory teat and suckled hard at a swollen pap. Such frantic screaming did issue forth from my wife that I feared I was causing her pain. But she writhed about in an erotic rhythm, contorted with pleasure, not of pain. Arianna wiggled about upon my crotch, and smeared around a great quantity of the ooze from her juicy folds. Such a stimulation upon my flesh resulted from these secretions, as if it might produce an orgasm upon each of those places that were so beslimed.

I grabbed the other teat to suckle them both together, which caused Arianna to twitch and jerk all about. As I drew both bloated paps into my mouth, two great streams of sweetest lactation were instantly let down. Though I have suckled my wife's creamy goodness thousands of times, the flavor in this instance was indescribable, tasting utterly sweet, having a richness and a thickness, as though Arianna's milk were a sugared cream syrup flavored with the vanilla bean. I lay there enraptured with the delicious taste of the hot liquid squirting into my mouth from Arianna's swollen nipples, which caused my engorged member to swell evermore large.

Arianna was sobbing and wailing from the intensity of her erotic sensation, as though she might perish from an extremity of sexual delight. But her sobs and wails sounded as if they were far away, and I was unable to attend them, for the sweet milk was creating an intense sensual feeling in my own mouth, as Arianna's creamy goodness caressed my tongue as it caressed her tender buds.

It was as if Arianna's soft nipples were somehow fucking my mouth as I reclined on that rocky ledge, suckling forth on the magnificent paps. Each place where Arianna's tender form contacted my own was alight with sexual feeling, as if her thigh were fucking my thigh, and her belly was fucking my belly. It was clear from her responses that Arianna was also experiencing the same sensations. We both wiggled about against one another, evoking wave upon crashing wave of erotic excitement from this simple contact.

I could have remained there suckling upon Arianna's tender paps �til the end of time, but my vivacious vixen yearned to be similarly occupied. She jerked herself away, her body spasmodically wracked with sobs, so that her supple form slid down my body. I held onto her gigantic teats, reluctant to relinquish the pliant mounds of aethereal flesh, exquisite fonts of the wondrously sweet cream. But in my melon-addled state, so intense was the sensation of Arianna's tender flesh wiggling about upon my engorged member, that my hands went all atremble, and thus loosened my grip upon the mammoth spheres.

Arianna's body slid down my form until her mouth discovered my distended tube of meat, and opened up her lips thereupon, that she might stuff its enormity into her mouth. It was now my turn to scream and wail, for the enhanced sensation caused by the melon made Arianna's lips and tongue feel as a lightning strike upon my cock. My member convulsed as though there were an electrical current of orgiastic pleasure coursing therethrough.

I lay there, my body shaking uncontrollably, gazing up into the fantastic blueness of the mountain sky, unable to move, as Arianna sucked hard upon my corpulent phallus. Moaning and gasping with each forceful draught of Arianna's mouth upon the pulsating shaft, it felt as though my heart would stop under the furious assault of intense sexual delight.

With a most supreme effort, I reached my body around and seized Arianna's ample hips. With the last of my strength, I hauled her lissome shape atop my own, and positioned her plump thighs at either side of my head, so that the seeping folds of her flowers were before my face. I reached up my hands atop Arianna's bottom, and drew her middle down upon my face, so that my mouth was buried deeply into Arianna's nethers.

I felt my wife's form shudder as my tongue explored about her most precious place, and she herself began to cry aloud once more at the intensity imparted to her secrets. Finally, my lips came upon her rosebud, and my wife screamed once again as I suckled down upon it. Arianna shrieked frantically as I suckled upon her clitoris, so that she barely managed to keep my bulging cock within her mouth.

There we lay convulsing upon that mountain slope as we sucked hard upon each other's tenderest portions, in a shrieking hysteria of sexual contortions, our bodies wracked with fits and spasms, and in our magnified sexual state, we both endured a near-torment of unbridled orgiastic pleasure. Arianna's bloated teats lay compressed at either side of my torso as her mouth worked hard upon my engorged phallus, both her delicate hands hanging onto the meaty tube as if for life. My hands squeezed and fondled the plump cheeks of her bottom, holding her secrets closely against my mouth.

Our bodies writhed and wiggled against each other, and every point of contact therebetween produced an intensity of ecstatic response. Arianna's thighs made love to the sides of my head, her belly made love to my chest, and her clitoris made love to my lips and tongue. Every nerve of our bodies was engaged in the love play, and it seemed as if we had become beings made entirely of sexually-reactive flesh.

As I suckled upon Arianna's delightful rosebud, her organ swelled larger and larger to inflate within my mouth. This produced an even more intense response from my wife, whose ever-louder weeping and whining was muffled by my huge cock. As I sensed her clitoris growing within my own mouth, I once again felt my own tongue elongating, extending from my mouth and reaching ever deeper into the pink wetness of Arianna's sweet pussy.

My tongue encircled her rosebud, time and again, while the tongue tip snaked into her inner reaches where it had never reached previously. It seemed as if the volume of my tongue had increased to fill the entirety of Arianna's womanly chamber. It was as though a giant appendage was growing from my mouth, while the giant appendage of her clitoris had grown to fill my mouth in return.

Arianna's whining grew evermore frantic as my tongue danced about within her secret place, and it seemed as though she might lose her head to this sexual hysteria. I felt Arianna's tongue tickling against the "eye" of my swollen cock, and amazingly, the tip of her tongue began to worm its way down the passage therein. So intense was this incredible sensation that I would have screamed aloud had not Arianna's nethers muffled my face.

Arianna's tongue extended downward, within the interior of my cock, creating a stimulation from within. Arianna herself was overcome by this experience, for the tendril of her tongue was now exploring a place where it had also never been. My bloated member felt as if it were two feet long, and Arianna's elongated tongue snaked down the full length, so that I could feel it tickling about inside my loins, below the root of the towering trunk of swollen flesh.

The inebriated delirium of the melon had taken a wildy fanciful turn as our tongues were transformed into probes of flesh that extended deeply within each other's bodies. I thought I had attained the fullness of this fantastical event when Arianna commenced bobbing her head up and down upon my manhood. A sexual lunacy assaulted my senses as I felt Arianna's mouth embracing my member from without, while her tongue embraced my member from within, stroking my pulsating shaft inwardly and outwardly as her head bounced up and down.

I made as if to scream as this unreal erotic ravishment, but my face was encompassed by the folds of Arianna's flowers, as her inward venereal lips stretched downwards, extending over my cheeks and down onto my neck, as if to form a great maw that sought to swallow my face. I could hear Arianna's own muffled screams as her sweet vagina sucked hard upon my face, contracting into an orgasm, and then another, again and again. I could only catch a breath as a fresh contraction drew in air over my face, which was utterly beslimed by the profuse oozing.

I could perceive nothing but pink wetness, and the intensity of sucking and stroking upon my member. Arianna's tongue explored about in the depths of my bloated testicles, tickling my balls from the inside, and the thick shaft began to tremble as if it where about to explode. But there was nowhere for the great flood of semen to escape, for Arianna's elongated tongue blocked the passage. The pressure of ejaculation built and built, and it seemed that Arianna struggled to retract her tongue.

I surpassed the point of sexual climax, yet my member was unable to discharge its prodigious load of seed. My body heaved and shuddered, again and again, in a torment of unrequited orgasm, as though trying in vain to dislodge the obstruction of Arianna's tongue within my distended penis. Such a labor of carnal agony did I endure, mingled with a torrent of unprecedented orgiastic delight, until finally, I could feel that Arianna managed to withdraw her mouth from my cock, her tongue sliding out after it.

Immediately did the logjam within break, and the pent-up release propelled forth from the monstrous shaft, as both testicles disgorged their loads in a great gushing spurt. My body was wracked with convulsions as the seed finally squirted out from my overworked cock, and a moment of excruciating carnal insanity overtook all my senses as the hot stream of ejaculate was propelled from my bloated member. Squirt after squirt shot forth as my form shuddered and shook, as a flood of semen erupted from my distended penis.

In that moment, Arianna's vaginal maw did release its grip upon my face, which I withdrew, gasping for breath. My own tongue retracted from her deepest places, and I managed to disgorge the overgrown rosebud from my mouth. The delirious haze of the melon seemed somewhat dissipated, and I strove to recover my wits. I rolled Arianna alongside my body, and saw that her lovely face was besplattered with the sticky white goo of my seed, which was also dripping from the corner of her mouth.

Arianna appeared dazed, for she gazed blankly, her lovely emerald eyes open wide, the thick seminal discharge all about her mouth, cheeks and chin. I swiftly moved over to my wife, grabbing her shoulders and raising her up so that she was kneeling before me. Arianna's gigantic teats flopped down hard, smacking upon her thighs to lay thereupon quivering, each mammoth teat now the size of a barrel. Her areoles had stretched to the diameter of a dinner plate, and her bloated nipples were as enormous tumors, having inflated to the size of cantaloupes. Gentle streams of sweet cream leaked from Arianna's enormous paps, dribbling down the vast expanse of her tremendous teats, trickling onto her thighs.

Arianna sat up straight, my hands supporting her shoulders, and then her eyes focused upon my own, a dreamy aspect upon her countenance, her head lolling to one side, and a drunken smile curling over lips. Arianna's face and neck were splattered with my seed, and my wife blinked, and then gulped, as if to clear her mouth of the sticky issue.

"William?" she spoke, a slight slur to her speech, "What a titillating dream did I just have, My Handsome King!"

Arianna licked her lips, and thus became aware of the thick mess of viscous semen splattered upon her face and neck. I then realized that my own face was besmeared with Arianna's vaginal fluids. Arianna scooped her fingers along her face and neck, and thus scraped off the slop, licking her fingers as she went, a lusty smile upon her intoxicated countenance. I withdrew our water flask and wetted a corner of the blanket, to wipe Arianna's face, which she in turn did for me.

Once clean, I reclined against the rock face in exhaustion, and Arianna slumped against me, resting her enormous bags of flesh into my lap, upon my now-flaccid member. The swirling erotic phantasmagoria had passed, and we seemed to have regained our senses. I gazed into my wife's lovely face, though as beautiful as ever, appeared mortal once again, as if once again formed of human flesh. Arianna's eyes had regained their normal dazzling green color, though faded from the earlier electric rainbow hue. And I could hold my wife without the sensation of sexual contact upon every stretch of my skin.

"William?" queried my majestic spouse, leaning her plump, tender form against mine. "Am I to conclude that such remarkable events actually transpired?"

I gazed out upon the mountains, which appeared natural once again, and the sky had reacquired its regular shade of blue. My head was still addled from the love melon, and the drunkenness thereof still clouded my perceptions, though not as greatly as before.

"So it would seem, my sweet, though I believe our senses have been deceived. The rich mountainous soil seems to have endowed our new melon crop with the power to induce a madness of erotic hallucinations."

"After all," I deduced, "how could our tongues have distended so? Or even your rosebud? Such things are not actually possible, would not one think?"

Arianna faced me directly, smirking seductively.

"No, I would not be inclined to believe such enchantments to be possible, My Handsome Prince...." cooed Arianna, raising a gigantic teat with both hands, "and yet how is it possible for my bosom to expand to such enormity?"

I wrapped both arms around my wife's barrel-sized teat, and planted a gentle kiss upon the enormous nipple. Arianna gasped as a shudder rippled through her form. A tingle shivered through my member, which began to slightly swell once again. I rested the gigantic breast into my lap, against my cock, and inclined Arianna's face to mine, placing a kiss upon her lips. Arianna's tongue slipped into my mouth, touching my own, and she then quickly withdrew, smiling brightly.

I reached over and grabbed another melon section, for an entire quartered melon remained. Raising it to Arianna's mouth, she took a bite, grasping the piece, and I snatched a quarter for my own. Before long, the remainder of the melon was consumed. Arianna reclined in my arms, gazing up lovingly into my eyes, her delicate hand resting upon my chest. With one hand, I stroked and fondled a giant nipple, blissful smiles fleeting across Arianna's face, whispering moans escaping from her lips.

As I gazed thusly at my wife, her gorgeous face underwent the transformation once more. With my eyes upon her, the tender flesh of her face again became smoother than cream, as flawless as polished ivory. Her eyes began to glow again with the same electrical spark, becoming of the purest green, scintillating as the aurora borealis. The places where our bodies touched came alive with an erotic sensation. Her mountainous mams set my cock all atingle where they rested thereupon. I felt the member grow and stiffen, from this simple contact with the delightful mounds of flesh.

Arianna's eyes remained fixed upon mine, gasping and groaning as I stroked her nipples, my hands gliding from one gigantic teat to the other. Arianna's fingers dandled about in the hair of my chest, causing an orgiastic sensation to arise therefrom. I stroked Arianna's shoulder with my other hand, stimulating her thereby, causing her to curl and wriggle about. A rising tide of sexual delight welled up within me from this simple contact, which Arianna shared with me.

My manhood became evermore erect, and rose up amidst the velvet cleft that separated Arianna's majestic teats. I drew Arianna up upon me, and positioned her upon my lap, so that her thighs straddled my hips, and my thickening member was in contact with the juicy folds of her flowers. My rigid cock planted in the velvet cleft between her breasts, Arianna swayed her body about, moving her supple breasts over my swelling cock, producing a most exquisite sensation. I squeezed the massive teats over my cock and alongside my body, so that I could feel the compression of the continual swelling of the gigantic spheres in my hands and about my torso.

So beautiful was Arianna's creamy face and scintillating eyes that I could gaze no longer into the gleaming visage, and pressed my lips against hers. Both tongues darted forth, and elongated once more, coiling themselves all about, wrapping around each other into a tangled skein, producing a fulsome sensual feeling to arise in each our mouths. My pulsating member grew longer and thicker so that it projected upwards from the soft canyon betwixt Arianna's teats, and brushed against her arm. Arianna's fingers moved to stroke the swollen head, arousing me all the more.

I drew back my face from Arianna's, but her tongue extended longer, as if reaching for my tongue. Both tongues were outside our mouths, intertwined before our faces. The swollen head of my cock was in front of Arianna's face, the size of a small pumpkin. Shooting me a dazzling look, a sweet smile upon her nymph-like features, Arianna retracted her tongue and positioned her mouth upon my swollen tube of flesh. Caressing again the shiny head with her lips, Arianna's elongated tongue once more slipped into the eye of my cock, and then she somehow forced her mouth down fully upon the entire head.

Such an explosion of erotic sensation did assail me once more as Arianna's mouth swallowed my throbbing shaft. Every nerve was alight with melon-enhanced ecstasy. It required all my effort to raise a gloriously inflated teat to my face. Once more, the tender bud of Arianna's nipple appeared as a fuscia gemstone, as if polished to a lustrous sheen. I placed my lips upon Arianna's tenderest portion, licking it all about with my tongue, thus evoking moans from my wife, which were muffled by the thick member stuffed into her mouth.

Thus we remained, suckling each other's sexual parts tenderly, as the full fantasia of the melon came upon us. The thick vanilla cream flowed out from Arianna's breast, and I turned my wife to the side so that I could attend the other mound of delightful flesh. This encounter was warm and loving, and a profound sense of affection for Arianna washed over me, so unlike the firestorm of delirious passion experienced previously. I drew away from the tremendous pap, and lowered the gigantic teat back to my lap. Arianna herself disgorged my cock, and looked upon me, her face aglow with the light of love.

"Oh William, I love you so very much!" cried my wife, her voice again sounding as a far away echo.

Arianna wrapped her arms around my neck, producing an erotic thrill where her flesh contacted my shoulders. I straightened up, kneeling, as did Arianna, so that we faced each other. My torso was in the velvet cleft between Arianna's gigantic teats, which rested upon the ground at either side of my body. I wrapped my arms around each teat, and Arianna groaned deeply in pleasure. Pulling my head toward herself again, Arianna again planted her mouth upon mine, and our tongues entwined once more.

I reclined Arianna upon the blanket, and spread out my full form upon her, so that I was lying in the soft canyon between Arianna's enormous breasts. Each teat had grown so large that I could not reach my arms around, and I extended my arms so that each hand grasped an overlarge fuscia nipple. My fingers squeezed and pinched all over the bloated paps, as Arianna lay beneath me, whimpering in erotic delight.

We both lay there, wiggling about, gasping and groaning as our bodies contacted each other. Our legs entwined, our toes dandling about, each point of contact to the other was alive with erotic stimulation. Ever so slowly and gently, I slid my body down so that the head of my gigantic cock was upon Arianna's well-watered flowers. A slight thrust forward, and the corpulent shaft was planted within the juicy folds.

Arianna shrieked with delight, her body thrashing about beneath mine as I drove my member forward and back. Arianna held her teats against my sides as I thrusted her along, howling and screeching as I squashed her nipples between my fingers. Back and forth did I impel my vivacious wife with long strokes of my cock, her legs wrapped around my hips. In and out, harder and harder did my member thrust within Arianna's nethers.

And as I drove my manhood deeper and deeper within, a wisp of cloud blew past, and then another, and before long, we were entirely immersed in a thick cloud deck that surrounded our mountain ledge. Arianna screamed again, in a prolonged howl, as the dewy coolness coalesced upon her fervid pink flesh. In that moment did she reach the pinnacle of her ecstasy. Arianna's pussy tightened upon the swollen phallus, and she squeezed off an orgasm, and then another, and another again, more and more. Again and again did my swollen cock pound into her secret place, so that she yipped and shrieked with concupiscent delight.

"OH!!! WILLIAM!!!," cried Arianna, "OH, PLEASE MY MIGHTY KING!!! FUCK ME HARDER!!! NNNGGHH!!! HARDER!!!!"

I placed my mouth upon Arianna's and snaked my tongue about against hers. Arianna extended hers in return, so that our tongues were entwined once more. Such elaborate loops did our tongues form together, so that they were inextricably tied up in a continuous mass, arousing an intensely erotic sensation within our mouths, as though each tongue fucked the other's mouth, as my thick member pistoned up inside Arianna's sweetest place.

So intense was the feeling that it was though our flesh were merging at the places where it made contact, as though our bodies were being blended into a conjoined mass, alight with orgiastic sensation, so that I could not discern where my body ended and Arianna's began. It seemed as if my loins melted into Arianna's loins, and my mouth became indistinct from Arianna's mouth, and that my legs became one with Arianna's legs. It was as though we both came to share the mutual sensations of penis and vagina, stroking about within and without, doubling our pleasure, and that our entire forms were melding into a single conjoined body, merging closer and closer with every powerful stroke within.

It was as if we coming to share a common mind, our thoughts aligning into a single consciousness, drawing nearer and nearer, in such a closeness as we never shared before. Finally, Arianna and William converged, and in that moment, an eruption of seed spurted forth from our cock into our pussy, and then another and more. A great glowing golden light of mutual erotic joy pervaded our awareness, and it came to be that time had stopped, and we hung suspended high above, in a bright place where there was no mountain, no cloud, nothing or anyone except ourselves and the blaze of passion that radiated therefrom from our mutual center.

The mists cleared off the mountains as the mists cleared away in our minds, and we were back to ourselves again. I lay atop Arianna, in the luscious valley between her enormous bags of tender flesh, which lay heaped at either side of her supple form. My wife gazed up at me, her eyes wide with a look of resplendent awe, and astounded smile upon her face. I kissed her lips gently, though a mere kiss could hardly compare to the experience we had just shared.

We sat up and held each other in our arms for a good long while. The afternoon sun had swung far into the west, and indicating that it was now well past five, and the sky was turning golden with the slanting rays of evening. Neither of us spoke as we held each other close, but basked in the shared warmth that follows conjugal relations, admiring the beauty of the sunlight upon the mountains. Finally, I spoke.

"My love, the hour grows late, and we need to descend the mountain."

Arianna just laughed.

"William, look at the size of my teats! I am not certain whether I could even stand! How could I hope to negotiate removing from this ledge?"

"My gorgeous vision," I replied, "we cannot remain up here all night. Look yonder to the dark skies in the west. What if there arises a storm upon the mountain?"

Arianna and I were both aware of the furious summer storms that arise suddenly upon Our Mountain. Often had we seen the lightning strikes dancing all along the slopes, a fearsome sight indeed. A wall of dark clouds was now advancing toward us from the west, and we should not wish to remain upon this ledge if such a storm were to arise.

"Very well, My Potent Man," conceded Arianna, "I defer to your great wisdom once more."

I helped Arianna arise, and indeed it was a labor for her, for her breasts were each over a yard in diameter, like a bell in a village tower. Her bosom shifted and swagged all about with every slight movement so that it was difficult for Arianna to maintain her balance. Such a treat it is to gaze upon my wife's charms when they are so overly abundant. Each enormous mammary is as a sack of firm but supple flesh, each one moving where it wishes to go, independent of the other, swinging and swaying as twin pendulums, quivering with every subtle motion, and often colliding, all abounce and ajiggle.

Arianna's magnificent nipples were so large that each would fill a water pail, the swollen paps larger in size than Arianna's head, and were set inside areoles nearly two spans across. It would require both my hands just to seize a single one of the delectable buds, and the effort of both arms would be needed to hoist a single breast. I do not comprehend how Arianna can even stand while supporting such a massive bosom, yet such she has often done over the decade and a half of our marriage, under the breast enlarging influence of the melon.

I assisted Arianna in standing as she stepped into her skirt, and I pulled it up to her waist, helping her to fasten it thereabout. Such sadness do I feel as Arianna dresses, when her glorious flesh is concealed under garments. Of course, there was no way that Arianna's mammoth globes of flesh would fit within her blouse, so I took a thin cotton sheet and helped Arianna wrap it around her middle, so that it became a sack to restrain the gigantic orbs, binding them closely against her chest.

"My dear," I said, "this sheet wrapped about you reminds me of the tablecloth that you wore as a gown at the midday meal of our wedding day, before you stood revealed to me, when we first consummated our love."

"Ah, my beloved man," spoke Arianna, her eyes glittering, "I craved you so on that day! Oh, how I wished to forego the meal and just fling off that silly rag, and press my tingling bosom into your handsome face!"

"Oh, Your Ladyship, My Gorgeous Queen, I will always treasure every memory of that first day, but also of every day thence! You are indeed the most glorious specimen of feminine grace and charm, and I remain astounded that you would even tolerate counting me worthy of your glorious presence."

The high-born Arianna has always detested being addressed as "Your Ladyship," but she is nevertheless touched by my expressions of humble devotion. Arianna clasped my face in her delicate hands, and kissed my lips affectionately, and we both sensed the passion rising up once more. Yet the sun would be down in only a few hours, and we could not brook the delay of another sensual interlude. I climbed down from the ledge first, onto the mountain slope, and then assisted my voluptuous wife. Arianna's gigantic mams, though bound up tightly, still affected her balance, and we descended carefully with my arm about her tiny waist.

Descent is easier than ascent, and we moved quickly down the mountainside. We looked back to the ledge so that we could learn the features of that part of the mountain, that we might see it from the meadow. We noted a large chevron-shaped formation upon the hillside, immediately above the place of the ledge. We kept our eye on that chevron as we drew lower, and noted its position thereafter. In the days, months and years that followed, we would often gaze upon that chevron from Our Meadow, and recall our wild afternoon, though we have not again had an opportunity to return to that place.

We arrived back at our cabin by nightfall. The storm did indeed overtake Our Mountain that night, and we saw the crackle of lightning upon the hills, indeed at the place by the chevron. We were soaked by the time we reached the cabin, and Arianna covered herself with the blanket as we went in to meet our friends. Young Willy was hale and happy, and appeared quite content after spending the day with his Auntie Mimosa. We thanked our friends and excused ourselves quickly, claiming not incorrectly to be sodden and fatigued from our day's exertions.

When our friends returned to their tent, Arianna disrobed, undoing the sheet, and it was again a marvel to look upon her enormous bare breasts, each three feet in diameter, hanging down past her knees, nearly to the ground. Though we were both quite weary, we did not neglect the opportunity for another round of love play with Arianna's enormous mammaries. We lay there upon the bed for quite a while, as I stroked and squeezed Arianna's swollen nipples, suckling the sweet cream that flowed therefrom, while she did the same with my engorged penis.

Awakening in the morning, our parts had returned to normal, as usual. In gratitude to our faithful friends, we gave them a pair of love melons to take for their return trip, which they accepted with gladness. I warned Waterman of the enhanced effects of the melon. In later discussions, my friend advised me that the sensory experience was similar to that of eating a bud of the peyotl cactus, of which he and Mimosa had partaken many times.

Our friends departed that day, and we did not see them for a long time thereafter. We later came to learn that they had been busily engaged, for Tom's younger sister was born to Mimosa the next spring, who they named Annie after my wife. Other children were born to our friends in the following years, for the melon had whetted their own appetite for frequent marital relations.

Arianna and I do not speak of our experience upon Our Mountain. We simply point out to each other the chevron upon the hillside, and Arianna would look at me, and present a very special smile. Through our unspoken communication, I know that we share the recollections of that day, and that special time of lovemaking when our senses were all aswirl, and we became as one. I then hug her close, and in those times we can again hear the barest whispers of our thoughts in each other's minds.

Never again did the melon produce such a profound alteration in our senses as it did that day. Perhaps our delirious experience was the result of the melon in combination with Arianna's fervid state of ovulation, or perhaps the rarified mountain air deluded our senses, dramatically clouding our minds. Nonetheless, never again did our minds play such tricks while under the melon's influence. The mountain-grown melon now does indeed produce enhanced sensory effects compared with the island-grown crop, such as a brightening of colors and increased erotic sensitivity, but nothing near the hysterical swirling orgiastic chaos of that day.

Fruit was borne of that wild afternoon upon Our Mountain, for our daughter Angelica was conceived that day. Named after Arianna's beloved mother, Angelica favors me in appearance, with a long, thick mass of wavy black hair that sprouts from her head, and deep brown eyes, with an olivine complexion. Angelica is our only child to have been conceived under the influence of the melon, which is perhaps a good thing. For Angelica possesses a spirit as wild as that afternoon when she was made; untamed and tempestuous is she, as that storm on the mountain that same night. She is indeed a wild creature of Our Mountain, and quite often a source of vexation to her mother and me.

Family Life at Our Mountain Homestead

With the birth of Angelica the next spring, our years of wild, unrestrained lovemaking drew to a close. So preoccupied were we, raising children and scratching out survival in the wilderness, that we had not the leisure of extended erotic adventures. Our times of love became furtive, snatched here and there between duties and obligations, sometimes in our barn, other times in our field or at our mountain pool. Often would we come together during the children's nap times, or at the beginning or end of the day. Yet Arianna and I manage to conceive children each year, and I have delivered all our babes after William, having learned the Indian birthing techniques from Mimosa.

The years have flown past in rapid succession as each new cub was added annually to my Lioness' pride. In addition to William and Angelica, our family soon included little Albert, Beatrice, Jasper, Amos, Myrtle, and Harriet. I have no doubt that Arianna's now-fruitful womb will bear even more children in the years to come, to be living monuments of our devoted love. There is much work to do on the farm, and even the small hands of the children greatly relieve our burden.

Our melon crop has never been plenteous, but the produce is of a high quality. It is just as well, for due to our busy life as parents, we have not the time to indulge, nor can we often risk any significant enlargement of our tender portions before the children. We therefore consume the melon in smaller quantities, and enjoy shorter, less passionate sensual interludes. But this is all so very difficult, for we yearn for the bygone days past when Arianna and I would lay about for hours in the nude, our limbs entwined, our mouths imparting joy to each other's sexual parts. Perhaps one day, when the children are grown, Arianna and I might hope to pass our days in this manner once again.

Our solitude nevertheless allows us opportunities to preserve aspects of our island way of life. Wearing clothing has often felt a burden to us, especially in the hot days of summer. Arianna in particular has missed our days of open nudity. In our early years, when the children were small, Arianna would often stroll about in the nude, allowing me the glorious sight of her full feminine flower amidst the floral beauty of Our Meadow, butterflies flitting around her lissome form, as they did upon Our Isle. In those early days, our small children themselves would run around naked as did the Indian children, with perhaps only a girding for their loins.

As the children have grown older, Arianna has practiced greater modesty, averring from displaying her nude body to anyone but me. Even so, Arianna would often wear very little clothing, dressing as she would upon Our Isle. Sometimes Arianna wears only a short nightdress throughout the day, so that her thighs and shoulders would be bared. At other times, she wears a length of thin cloth across her nipples, wrapped around and tied behind her back, to restrain her breasts, rather as a tube of fabric, so that her shoulders would be bare, and also the flesh about her middle.

Sometimes Arianna wears another cloth tied about her waist as a type of undergarment, so that her plump, beautiful legs are visible. More often, she likes to wear breeches, cut short at the tops of her thighs, and fitted tightly across her bottom, that I might enjoy the sight of her legs in this manner. Indeed, wearing short, tight breeches with the legs cut off makes her bottom appear especially alluring, lending it rather in a teardrop shape, the entirety of her gorgeous legs visible, she being barefoot as always.

Such scanty dress would be utterly scandalous in the wider world. However, I often wonder, if men were to only discover the beauty of their women while wearing less clothing, whether society's rigid standards of modesty would relax. As it is, Arianna has come to wear full skirts and blouses only for our rare excusions into civilization, and typically runs about with scant clothing while at home, with only her nipples and secrets fully covered. In this way, our mountain seclusion has allowed us to remain outside the conventions of common modesty, as practiced in wider society.

Years have now passed in solitude, alone in mountains, occasionally visited by our Indian friends, Waterman and Mimosa, who would carry our posts back and forth from the fort. We visit their clan settlement annually, and enjoy the kind hospitality of the Ute tribe. Our children love to visit with our Indian friends, and Tom has been an excellent playmate to them. Angelica especially is quite taken with Tom, and would follow him all about from the time she could walk. Angelica and Tom's sister Annie became best friends, and have remained so over the years.

From the posts, we remained in regular communication with the Pentons and my parents. Everyone was overjoyed to follow the news of our growing family in the mountains. We were happy to learn of Bob's growing business in Kansas City, and the young children that he and Millie have lately added to their family. We grieved to learn of my parents' ongoing struggles on the farm, as the political situation back east worsened, tensions rising between the states of the North and the South.

It has been difficult to eke out a bare existence in the mountains, made moreso by the need of tools, seed, and various supplies for the children. In the spring following Angelica's birth, in our third year since arriving upon Our Mountain, we packed up the family into our wagon for the long trek to Fort Laramie and back, to exchange goods for a large bundle of pelts that I had trapped. The Colonel was very happy to see us, safe and whole, after two years of living alone in the mountains of Indian territory. Apparently, Arianna and I had become quite a legend, and word of the mountain hermit couple who lived among the Indians had been carried west and east along the trail by travelers visiting the fort.

We were treated as honored guests at the fort, and over supper, we related some of our mountain adventures. Arianna told the story of my battle with the Great Bear. I sat quietly, demurring from offering details, while Arianna wove an elaborate tale of my purported bravery and heroism, so that the men at the fort were greatly entertained. I was even goaded into withdrawing my shirt to show off the three parallel scars across my ribs from the bear's claws. Some of the men of the United States Army garrison promised to visit us, but I assured them that they would not find us, tucked away down labyrinthine mountain paths at our secluded homestead.

We visited Fort Laramie each year thereafter, to trade pelts and acquire shoes and other goods for our growing children. After five years, when our brood of children numbered five, we travelled again, that having been the summer of 1858. Upon this visit, we were given some most unfortunate news. Gold had been discovered in the vicinity of Pike's Peak. Arianna and I were most chagrined at this report, for we knew that word would spread, and the land would soon be overrun with white prospectors. We feared that our seclusion might soon be ended, and that Waterman and Mimosa and their clan of the Ute tribe would be displaced.

Nonetheless, I saw an opportunity to help our friends profit from this situation. I quickly penned a letter to Bob, writing in selected words so that my intentions would be understood by him, yet not construed by others, should the letter be intercepted. I communicated to Bob that an opportunity has arisen to expand his former business interests in mining supplies at the edge of the Stoney Mountains, along the south fork of the River Platte. I explained that this was Waterman's country, and that perhaps our Indian friend might be willing to provide his service to Bob once again.

Upon returning home from the fort, we sought out the Utes, so that we might alert Waterman. We encountered a Ute hunting party on the road home, and soon we were at their settlement. Waterman was greatly incensed to receive this news, knowing that his clan would no longer be able to practice their way of life unhindered. Yet our friend was a practical soul, and agreed that his clan could profit from peaceful commerce with the whites, rather than fight a costly war with the United States Army that they would be destined to lose. We visited with the clan for two days, and then headed home, as Waterman headed to the fort to send a post to Bob.

The next spring, when Albert was newly born, as the floodwaters of Annie's Gulch abated, we were visited by none other than young Tom Waterman, traveling alone and on foot through the mountains. Tom related that his parents were with Mr. and Mrs. Robert Penton in a newly-established settlement called Denver City, a week's travel to the southeast of our homestead, along the South Platte. Tom gave us directions and enjoined us to visit directly, for his parents and their clan had entered into a profitable business arrangement with R. Penton & Co., and all our friends were anxious for a reunion with us.

Tom ran ahead to rejoin his parents, and Arianna and I packed our children into the wagon and journeyed for several days to this new settlement of Denver City. We arrived in the mid-morning, about ten. It was not much of a "city," merely a mud-rutted lane and a collection of hastily-erected structures therealong. We hitched our horses at the edge of town, lest the wagon become enmired in those ruts, and we proceeded to walk into town.

As we entered the squalid little settlement, Arianna and I were grateful once more for our mountain seclusion, desiring not at all to join the society of such scoundrels as one meets in such places. Arianna carried our babe, our other children toddling along behind us, as we passed the local tavern where a collection of idle ruffians were assembled upon the porch.

We must have appeared a quaint sight, I wearing the skin of the Great Bear, Arianna in her foxskin coat, no doubt appearing as eccentric rustics with our brood trailing behind. Clearly, women were in short supply in this encampment, and the idlers made bold with hooting and catcalls as my splendorous wife passed by. One of the ruffians opened his foul trap to speak.

"Sakes alive, will you look at the teats on that one! That bitch has a bosom like a pair of watermelons! How do ye, ma'am! What say we take a roll in the hay, you and me?"

I bristled at these words, and was unsure how to best pursue the path of honor. On one hand, I could not let this vile brute address my exquisite wife in this manner, certainly not before our children. Yet I was greatly outnumbered, for the villain had a gang of at least seven fellows, lazily hanging about the porch of a liquor establishment, no doubt already drunken at such an early hour. I apologized to my wife, who held her noble nose high in the air as we proceeded, passing before the saloon.

"Hey mister!" hollered over the rascal once more, "Yeah, you! The one wearing that stinkin' animal hide! I am going to fuck your wife! You hear? I'm going ta' fuck them huge teats of hers, all day long!"

I had defended Arianna's virtue many times over the years, fighting with the shipmates aboard the H.M.S. Delight, and against similar lewd curs in San Francisco. Though I was now in a most awkward position, alone and with my young children near at hand, I had defended my wife from the raging beast whose coat I wore, and was surely not about to recoil from the mere slurs of this human brute.

Turning to face the scoundrel, I saw that his pistol was drawn and directed to my chest. Well, I had already answered Bentworth when he had a shotgun trained at my middle, and this knave's little peashooter intimidated me not in the least. In a flash, I stood in front of the blackguard, and before he knew what came next, I had knocked the pistol from his hand and shoved him to the ground, pummeling him with my fists. In a moment, my Bowie knife was out of my belt and at his throat.

"No sir," said I to the fool, through gritted teeth, "I do not suppose that you shall be fucking my wife, this day or any other!"

I heard Arianna scream my name, that I should desist, and then I heard another familiar voice, that of a man, shouting an imperative to me.

"See hear now, sir, get off that man!"

From the corner of my eye, I saw boots next to me, and turned to see the face of my great friend, Bob Penton. I looked down at the craven coward underneath me, his mouth bloody, a terror-stricken look upon his face. I turned to his gang on the porch, and they all wore similarly alarmed expressions. I could then discern that no threat remained, and I relented, arising and returning my blade to its sheath.

"Bill! My oh my, you certainly know how to make a dramatic entrance!" spoke my old chum.

I greeted my friend Bob and quickly explained why I had accosted the poltroon. It came about that the brigand was a slacker in Bob's employ, and was shirking his duties while at the tavern. Bob upbraided him up and down, and promised that he should have been terminated and run out of town that instant, had Bob not been so shorthanded. The buffoon was demoted to the lowest menial position, and given the job to clean the company stables. Before he departed, the fool spoke the following words to my family and me, his hat in his hands.

"I am so sorry Missus Gillingham, ma'am, for being so disrespectful. That was surely no way to address a lady, ma'am. Please accept my most sincerest apologies.

"And you, Mister Gillingham, I apologize for speaking such vile words to your wife. Thank ye for your mercy, sir, I promise it will never happen again, anywhere or to any other lady.

"And you young childrens, I am sorry that you heard such nasty language out of my foul mouth. Why, my own ma would cry if she ever heard me talk like that. So don't you grow up to be a bad person like me, you hear?"

We graciously accepted these regrets, and with that, the fool was gone to the stables, never to be seen again. The crowd on the porch of the tavern dispersed, presumably moving on to more productive endeavors. We had no further trouble, in Denver City or elsewhere in the territory. But this incident only served to increase the growing legend of the reclusive mountain man who slew the grizzly, who moves like lightning and whose wrath is fierce once kindled, who is the luckiest man alive, for his devoted wife is a woodland nymph of extreme beauty and considerable feminine endowments.

Arianna and I enjoyed a wonderful reunion with our friends. We remained for an entire week, enjoying the best hospitality the Pentons could offer in this tiny hamlet. Arianna was overjoyed to see Millie again, and to learn that Millie and Mimosa had become fast friends. The women whiled away the time chatting while the children of all three families played at their feet. Our son Willy soon became inseparable pals with young Robby Penton, who was the spitting image of his own mother.

Robby displayed much courtesy and kind deference to Angelica, who, unfortunately, was quite rude to the poor young chap. It was clear to all that the young boy was instantly smitten with our raven-haired little girl. Bob and I remarked how wonderful it might be for their son and our daughter to marry one day, that we might all become a family. Ah, if only our tempestuous little Angelica would grow up to have that much sense!

The discussion among the men turned to business. I learned from Bob and Waterman that they had arranged lines of distribution of various supplies for all the prospectors arriving daily into the "Rocky" mountains, and they were now commonly styled by the newcomers. Bob was handling the procurement of the supplies in Denver City, and Waterman and his clan were operating a series of trading depots throughout the mountains. It had already become a profitable business for both our friends.

"And we have you to thank, Bill," congratulated Bob, Waterman nodding in assent. "Thanks to you, old chum, we got into this market early. We stand to make a fortune in this gold rush. Only a handful of these blockheads will discover gold, but they will all need to purchase our supplies!"

"Ah, 'tis nothing," I dismissed, "I am happy to have simply provided such small service to you both, my dearest friends."

"Bill, you don't understand," counseled Waterman, "Bob and I have made you a full partner in our venture."

"That's right, Bill," offered Bob, "We have given you a five percent interest in this operation. Even if you remain in your mountain hermitage, doing no work in the business, you will garner profit! Combined with your existing holdings in Wells, Fargo & Co., you stand to become a very wealthy man!"

I explained to my friends that wealth meant nothing to Arianna and me, and that we simply wished to live apart, unmolested, in seclusion upon our homestead. But Bob and Waterman were steadfast, and Bob pledged to reinvest our profits in his various growing concerns, that our assets might accrue. I did ask Bob for a boon, that he might arrange for my parents to migrate from their farm in Virginia to this new territory, at our expense, that they might live close to us. This Bob assured me he would do.

We enjoyed a pleasant visit with our friends, and then packed up for the return trip to our homestead, as the season for planting was at hand. Before we left, we removed some items from our wagon to share with our friends... a pair of melons for each couple, from the previous harvest. The eyes of Waterman and Mimosa lit up in recognition, and I explained to Bob that this was the very fruit from which the love wine was made.

"Bill, you old rascal!" exclaimed Bob. He looked at Millie, who appeared uncharacteristically bashful, yet shot her husband a wink and a seductive smile. She addressed Arianna.

"I declare, Annie, don't you know that we are just too busy nowadays for that sort of dawdling around? But you certainly are a sweet girl, honey!"

We returned to our homestead for the growing season. That summer, we were visited twice by Tom Waterman, who was now regularly engaged as a courier for his father's business. In this manner, we kept abreast of the news from the gold rush, and of our friends in Denver City. We visited the town again in the autumn of the next year, when our Myrtle was a babe, upon receiving word that my parents had sold their farm in Virginia and arrived in the Kansas Territory.

What a bittersweet reunion it was, for I had not seen my parents in twenty three years, since I was a boy of thirteen. My mother became instant friends with Arianna, and fell about doting on our children. The years of toil and struggle told on my Pa, and my Ma's black hair had become streaked with silver. Nonetheless, their struggles were ended, for Bob had arranged for them to receive a stipend from our account, and they now wanted for nothing. It was a good thing too, for war broke out between the states the next spring, when Harriet was a babe, and Virginia was at the center of the turmoil.

Though all his sixty years were worked as a small farmer in Virginia, Pa took quickly to his new duties as my business representative in Denver City, working closely with Bob and Waterman. We visited the town as often as we could spare, and frequently left a few of our children to spend a season or two with their grandparents, and learn the ways of the wider world. In this way, Willy and Robby spent much time together, becoming as close as Bob and me. Arianna and I considered locating to Denver City ourselves, to be close to friends and family, though we were loathe to depart our beloved mountain homestead. However, a close brush assured us that we needed to remain in our seclusion.

The Day of the Interlopers

Traffic through the mountains had decidedly increased since the first gold strike, but a particular incident stands out. One summer day, a collection of four dandies from back east came blundering into Our Meadow, the first time that whites had intruded into our seclusion. The principle interlocutor introduced himself as Mr. Albert Bierstadt, representing himself as a painter of landscapes. He introduced his associate as one Mr. Ludlow, purportedly a well-known writer of articles for popular eastern periodicals. The latter person appeared a shifty sort, and highly agitated, reminding me of the opium addicts of the far east.

These persons presumed to approach our cabin, seeking my permission to scale Our Mountain, ostensibly to obtain a vantage for sketches of a painting. I was reluctant to allow these vagabonds to remain on my land, particularly to ascend the slope where Arianna and I had exchanged our love so memorably. Just then, Arianna herself appeared from around the corner of the cabin.

The men's eyes instantly locked onto my vivacious wife. Arianna was dressed for our mountainous solitude, rather than the company of strange men. She was barefoot, simply wearing a short, sleeveless nightgown of thin fabric, hemmed high above her knees to reveal her fulsome thighs. The gown hung low down to reveal the tops of her breasts, and the velvet cleft therebetween, and was retained only by thin straps extending from her bare shoulders.

It was a warm morning, and Arianna's gown was moist from sweat and splattered with water from washing. As such, the thin fabric had become sheer and adhered to her bosom, thus offering an entirely unhindered view of her breasts and all the secret charms thereof, that would have been otherwise hidden under more conventional attire.

Arianna stopped short upon spying these men, a wide-eyed, startled expression at finding her modesty thus uncovered, standing before strange men in only her night clothes. She stood there a moment, her breasts jiggling and swaying, and her swollen nipples fully visible and protruding through the wet fabric. At a loss for words, Arianna threw one arm over her bosom, the other upon her loins, and briefly curtsied, excusing herself and running past the men, into the cabin. The men followed Arianna with their eyes, and each shouted their greetings to her.

"Good morning, Mrs. Gillingham! It is my pleasure to make your acquaintance!"

"Yes, I am certain that it is, 'gentlemen,'" I relied menacingly, with great sarcasm.

Such a sight, of a scant-dressed woman, can be more titillating to the male mind than even that of the same woman in the nude, revealed in her full splendor. Such was the effect inspired upon these men by their sighting of my exquisite Arianna. All the men were breathing heavily, overcome by the arousing sight of my voluptuous wife caught unexpectedly in her nether garments. None were able to compose a sensible remark, yet neither any make a gesture of apology. Finally, Bierstadt sputtered:

"Mr. Gillingham, you must allow me to paint your wife! Such a rare mountain flower will make a most attractive subject."

"Indeed. And how do you propose that my wife shall be dressed for this sitting?" I enquired, knowing in advance the answer.

"Why, in the nude, of course, good sir! That the full flower of her primal beauty be captured upon the canvas!"

"Sir, you claimed to be a painter of landscapes, not human subjects," I spoke, the temperature of my anger rising.

"Ah, but such a muse visits me this day that I am certain I can render the full wonder of your wife's feminine charms in portraiture!"

"No sir, and I rather suggest you 'gentlemen' depart immediately, lest I lose my temper."

These men fancied themselves eastern sophisticates, and condescended to me as a rustic bumpkin. Bierstadt, undeterred, looked at me squarely, through narrow gaze, "Sir, I should like to hear an answer from the lady herself, whether she would be inclined to avail herself of this most uncommon opportunity?"

Arianna replied from the cabin door, "William, make them to leave, immediately!"

The men turned to toward the cabin door, craning their necks to espy another glance of Arianna. I stepped between them and my wife, and pointed at the bear skull, hanging above the top beam of the doorway.

"I killed that bear with my own hands. Unless you cretins wish to test my mettle, you would do well to depart from our homestead at once, leaving my wife in peace and forgetting that you ever visited this place."

The men looked at each other, perhaps to decide whether to press the issue further, or more likely to gauge whether they might take me on and have their way with Arianna. Ludlow shook his head, not wishing to incur my wrath, here in the midst of the mountains, far from any human assistance. In a huff, Bierstadt turned on his heel and stalked off, toward the exit through the gulch, Ludlow and the others trailing behind him. I hollered after these men, that they should tell no one of this encounter, lest I come and hunt them down.

We hoped that that would be the end of the matter. However, by and by, we learned in communications from Waterman than the Queen's Men were sighted in Denver City, making inquiries and visiting the various mining camps scattered throughout the mountains. Apparently, word of our encounter with Bierstadt and Ludlow had reached the agents of Lord Chesterleigh, who had heard the legends of the mountain hermits, and been following the movements of the Pentons since they left San Francisco.

Even after so many years, the miserable wretch was unwilling to leave us in peace, so that we must yet remain hiding and in seclusion, even in our own mountain home. Fortunately, the mountain trails are labyrinthine, and never did His Lordship's henchmen succeed in penetrating Our Meadow. Thus shall we remain in the mountains, though we often travel by stealth to visit our friends and family.

After that incident, Arianna abandoned her casual mode of dress, adopting conventional blouses and long skirts. We were both saddened that her resplendent charms would now remain hidden under heaps of clothing. But she would not risk being unveiled before any other interlopers, particularly if such were found to be the Queen's Men. But even dressed with great care for modesty, Arianna's abundant charms frequently provoke lascivious propositions from the uncouth prospectors we encounter in our excursions, and by and by, she came to not address a strange man at all.

How We Removed From Our Mountain

It has been many years since last I wrote an entry in this journal, and I see that some clean pages yet remain. Arianna and I have been most busy raising our children and tending to the affairs of life at our homestead. The mountains now teem with settlers, and towns have cropped up all over the Colorado territory. There is even talk afoot of admitting this territory as a proper state of the Union! So many changes have Arianna and I experienced in this land since locating here, nearly two decades thence.

The sun shone brightly on the day we learned of our freedom to move about in the wider world. Word arrived from our attorney, Zed Richards, that Arianna's father, Lord Chesterleigh, had finally passed into his eternal damnation. The arrest warrant for Arianna and me was suspended, the manhunt for us in imperial realms finally ended. His Lordship had hounded us to the bitter end, though it was all for naught, for his once-noble house had fallen at last and his property had reverted to the Crown of Britain.

By then, our children numbered fourteen, they being named William, Angelica, Albert, Beatrice, Jasper, Amos, Myrtle, Harriet, the twins Hiram and Emil, Victoria, Gertrude, Clarence and Ethyl, who was four years of age at the time. By then, our son Willy had gone to sea with his chum Robby Penton, that both young men might learn the trade of their fathers, and for Robby also to console his broken heart. The young men are serving aboard the Island Queen, where Willy endures a fair ribbing for being the son of the inspiration for the ship's erotic figurehead.

Our mountain seclusion has lately been spoiled by so many interlopers wandering into Our Meadow, that we no longer enjoy the privacy of the wild, unspoiled times. Also, life has not been the same since our elder children have left home, and the report of His Lordship's passing removed our last obstacle to moving into civilization. Thus do we now plan to remove to our new property, at the foothills of the mountains, so that we might be near to our friends and family in Denver.

We love our children, do Arianna and I, but we love each other moreso. It had been as torture all those many years to sneak and hide, seeking opportunities for coupling away from the eyes of our children. Though we resided on an open homestead of two thousand acres, privacy is a rare commodity in a household of sixteen souls. We had erected a larger home on our grounds, for the children and for our frequent summer guests, but it has remained difficult to arrange solitude, particularly in the manner we should desire. For Arianna and I love sharing our bodies out in the open air, among the beauties of nature, rather than on the inside of stuffy buildings, even our own home.

Often had we contrived to depart the home for a time on a pretext, leaving the younger children in the care of the older ones. This proved to be a onerous burden, particularly for our oldest daughter Angelica, who is nearly grown and has never been greatly inclined to be cooperative to begin with. We had no inkling of the depths of her resentments toward us until that fateful day, when Arianna and I were last able to slink off for a sensual encounter amidst the wilds.

Often did we enjoy spending time as a couple at Annie's Lake, which lay along the far end of the meadow, against the ring of mountains, through which Annie's Creek flowed. We departed early that day on the slim pretext of performing an undisclosed errand in the fields, dissuading the younger children from joining us, for we contrived instead a celebration that included only the two of us. We left the household in the care of seventeen-year-old Angelica, advising her that we might not return until the next morn. Angelica contended thusly with her mother, in her typically vexing, tempestuous manner.

"Why must I care for the children so often, Mother? They are your own children after all, not mine! Why should you not raise them yourself? I had other plans of my own for this day!"

So did it often go with Angelica, and Arianna would again assure her that the experience would serve her well when she became a mother herself. We had long conspired to arrange a marriage between Angelica and Robby Penton, that our families might be joined. Poor Robby had been utterly smitten with Angelica since they were both small children. Our daughter had grown into quite a beauty, having an unruly mass of wavy, raven-black hair that hung full to her narrow waist, and having a figure not unlike that of Arianna at the same age, when I had first seen her aboard the H.M.S. Delight.

Unfortunately, Angelica regarded Robby not in the least, and often made jokes at his expense, and directed snide, cutting remarks toward him. This clearly broke the heart of the fine young fellow, who adored our daughter from afar. Such a union seemed borne of perfection, as Arianna and I were old friends with Robby's parents, and our Willy was his best chum. Yet Angelica had always been a wild creature, inclined to her own will rather than ours, and was drawn to another wild creature.

Our daughter only had eyes for Tom Waterman, from her earliest youth. Tom was a fine young man, and we cared deeply for him as if her were our own son. But the wider society frowned on unions between whites and Indians, particularly between Indian men and white women. Even his parents Waterman and Mimosa agreed, wishing their son to instead marry a squaw from within his own tribe.

Tom respectfully regarded the wise judgment of his elders, yet it was clear from his longing gazes at Angelica that he yearned for a different reality, where he might be able reciprocate her affections. Yet the honorable young man strove to maintain a simply cordial aspect toward our daughter at all times, and did nothing whatsoever to encourage her advances.

Having left Angelica with the children, we set out toward the outermost fields, food basket in hand, but then secretly doubled back in the opposite direction toward Annie's Lake. We intended to swim out to "Our Little Isle," a small island within the center of the lake, that included a small stand of Aspen. This swim did always remind us of a favorite pastime during our years upon Our Isle.

On the far end of Our Isle from the lagoon, there was a small flat rock, about one-hundred feet from shore, where often would Arianna and I would swim. There we would remain, holding one another as the waves would wash over us, which would inevitably lead to a sexual encounter, as the waves lashed at our bodies. Here in our mountain home, far from the ocean waves, did this memory become evermore special to us, and we enjoy swimming out to Our Little Isle to reminisce of our years castaway, and to revisit these particular sensual pleasures.

It was especially hot that day, and we were both sweating profusely when we arrived at the lake. Arianna wasted no time in stripping off her clothes! Such a thrill does it give me to watch my wife undo the drawstrings of her blouse, and pull the garment over her head. Such a titillation it is to see her bare bosom revealed, as these motions set her enormous breasts swaying and jiggling.

Such a thrilling sight it is, to observe her glorious form bare from the waist up, an inviting smile upon her lips. So arousing is it to observe Arianna bending over to push her skirt over her legs, her massive teats swinging all about and her succulent nipples all aquiver, and seeing her creamy thighs narrow at her knees, sweetly curving outward into the full swell of her calves.

Arianna's beauty is utterly undiminished, even after bearing my fourteen children over a quarter-century of marriage. Each stretch of her skin remains plump and full and free of blemish, my gorgeous wife appearing still unchanged from that tender virgin I took to wife upon that distant island shore so long ago. At the sight of her voluptuous form, it is all I can do to strip off my own clothing with greatest haste, thereby releasing my fully erect member from the captivity under my breeches.

Arianna smiled to see the thick tube rising vertically from my loins. I stepped toward my alluring wife, to ravish her right there upon the shore. But Arianna was quick, and dove into the water to swim for Our Little Isle, towing the water-tight basket behind her. I dove in after her, and pursued my wife to the Isle, as I had done so often at our former home in the sea.

Arianna did not make it to the shore when I overtook her, and I seized her ripe form in the shallows, pressing my mouth against hers. Our tongues slathered together as my hands slid along, exploring Arianna's delightful curves. Such an explosion of repressed sensual fire did explode forth, as it had been a great while since we could last sneak away to the lake. My hand arrived at Arianna's breast, which I squeezed, causing my beloved to moan passionately. Her hand gripped the thick shank of my cock, causing my whole body to shudder.

So urgent was our lovemaking, though the whole day was ours, and into the next morning. Yet we both groped and fondled one another frantically, each of us craving a quick release, my pinching and twisting of Arianna's lovely nipples producing yelps and yowls of sexual delight. A dribbling was felt upon my fingers from this activity, and thusly did I conclude that the tender paps were leaking. So I slid my wife's supple form atop me, and compressing both firm teats together, suckled the delightful buds into my mouth.

Wild howls of sensual bliss erupted from Arianna as a stream of sweet creamy goodness was let down. Arianna gyrated her hips about my swollen member as I suckled forth, my tongue dancing all about her succulent nipples. In a moment did she attain the summit of erotic pleasance, and her body was wracked by a series of orgasmic convulsions. So urgent was Arianna's lusty manner that she abruptly pulled her leaking udders from my mouth, and slid her beautiful face down to my cock.

So hard did her mouth suck upon my distended member, so expertly did her tongue dance over the engorged stalk, and so full of seed were my swollen balls, that the thick tube required little coaxing. Licking and sucking and bobbing her lovely head upon my member for only a short time, and soon I was catapulted into the high spheres of concupiscent delight by Arianna's skilled ministrations, and thus did my cock quickly disgorge its prodigious load into Arianna's eager mouth.

Arianna gazed up at me from below as my penis filled her mouth, a look of joy and satisfaction upon her face, as the hot seed shot into her mouth. So many times has my cock ejaculated into Arianna's lovely mouth, that she must have swallowed an ocean of my seed after a quarter-century of marriage. Yet her hunger for my thick member remains unabated, and her thirst for my seed undiminished.

Arianna gently stroked my slackening manhood with the tip of her tongue as she lapped up the last drop of seed. She extruded the now-flaccid member from her mouth, and beamed a bright smile. I am convinced that my wife's beauty is preserved by her frequent ingestions of my ejaculate, for even though time stands still for the delightful Arianna, she otherwise grows evermore beautiful in my eyes with each passing year.

Laying there in the shallows alongside Our Little Isle, I drew Arianna upward along my body, and planted a kiss upon her lovely lips. It has always been my joy to demonstrate my great love for my gorgeous Arianna in this manner, by placing my mouth upon hers after her mouth has received my seed, as she thusly demonstrates her own great love for me. My tongue slathered about against hers as we basked in the warmth that follows orgasm.

"William," cooed my beautiful spouse, "I have prepared some wonderful victuals for our pick nick luncheon today. Of course, the menu includes the love melon!"

I kissed my vivacious wife once more, for we both understood that the latter encounter was to be only a preliminary to a full day of fucking and sucking and laying about in each other's arms. I rolled Arianna to her side, and made to stand. My wife extended her hand, thus bidding me to help her rise. We then strode off, hand in hand, into the woods, to our favorite spot on Our Little Isle.

Arianna smoothed out a bed of leaves in our favorite clearing in the woods, while I removed a comb from the basket. Arianna and I sat down again, and I cuddled her from behind while combing the tangles out of her drying hair. Since our wedding day, I have loved to comb Arianna's thick, sandy tresses and hold her in this manner, her legs extended within my own, her soft bottom pressed against my member. While combing, I would frequently reach around to hold her full bosom, and tweak her nipples, causing her to flinch and giggle, just like on that first day when she, as a tender virgin, became my bride.

Her hair now combed out and flowing in the breeze, Arianna withdrew some food for our luncheon, and reclined her plump body against mine. Arianna placed a morsel in her mouth, so that I would remove it with a kiss. Then she placed another betwixt her breasts, and another upon the lips of her vagina, thus enacting a love game we would often play at meals upon Our Isle, while she took every bite of her own from the head of my penis.

Finally, Arianna removed a love melon from the basket, another great smile parting her lips. Withdrawing a knife, she was about to cut the melon when we heard a commotion from the shore. Two people were entering the rowboat and paddling to the Isle! We kept this boat at a dock on the lake for family excursions, though Arianna and I enjoy the swim when alone, as we had done this day.

As the boat approached, we could discern from the voices that a man and a woman were approaching. Peeking out from the woods, we were startled to see that the interlopers were none other than our daughter Angelica with Tom Waterman! Angelica was out of the boat and was tugging on Tom's arm, that he would join her. We heard him speak thusly:

"Angelica, what is this about? Please tell me what it is you wish to show me. You know it is not right to be here, alone with you, for you have duties at home, and I am on errand to deliver news to your father about an urgent matter."

"Oh hush, Tom," scolded our daughter, "you are always all about business. I have something to show you that you will not believe."

"Again, girl, what is this about?" replied Tom.

"First we take a meal," spoke Angelica.

Arianna was livid that Angelica has shirked her duties at the homestead, and related her anger to me in hushed whispers. For my wife would not confront our daughter directly, as we were both naked as the days we were born, our clothing left out of reach upon the far shore before our swim. Arianna might have strode out naked before our daughter, but her strict upbringing of modesty and propriety prevented her from revealing her fulsome charms to young Tom. My sentiments were likewise. So we both sat there fuming, unsure how to proceed, as the scene unfolded.

Whatever scheme Angelica had cooked up, we were confident that Tom was a responsible and level-headed young man, and could be trusted to rebuff the silly girl. There was not much we could do but eavesdrop from our secluded position. Angelica spread a blanket in a clearing along the shore, and removed a number of food items for them to enjoy. They chatted lightly, but Tom persisted in wishing to know what Angelica had in mind.

"I will tell you after we have shared a dessert," spoke our daughter. With that, she removed from the basket a love melon! It was then clear to us that our young daughter understood the nature of the melon, and intended to use it to seduce Tom!

"No!" said Arianna, "I cannot abide with this! I cannot stand aside and allow this to continue!"

"My dear," I counseled my impulsive wife, "do you intend to storm over there in your birthday suit and interrupt them?"

Arianna sputtered, breathless and confused, pacing about, her voluptuous breasts bouncing and swinging about with each hasty motion. I was unhappy with our daughter for plotting this subterfuge, and laying such a trap for our trusted young friend. Yet owing to my own conventional manners and moral sensibilities, I also could not bear to stride out, bare naked, before my daughter to interrupt them. I stood myself and paced, wrestling in my mind as to how I might intervene.

I was pricked by the recollections of my own experience. Indeed, the scene was not unlike our own wedding day, when Her Ladyship plotted a similar snare for me. The mother and daughter were so often at odds since they were so alike, both so impetuous and craving excitement.

"Do something, William!" commanded Arianna.

"My dear, what do you suggest? I am a loss for ideas."

Thus did Arianna fume while I remained perplexed. No doubt our disputations were loud enough to be overhead by the children, and it is a wonder they did not stop to investigate, only to find us standing at hand, as nude eavesdroppers. Indeed, either outcome was equally unacceptable to us, for we could neither intervene nor bear to be discovered, and while we vacillated, events continued apace.

Looking again, we could see that the melon had already been cut, and that both children had devoured the slices with great eagerness. Upon experiencing the effects, Tom made to rise, but staggered about. The young man was overcome by the melon, yet sought rather to escape and thus preserve our daughter's chastity. Having fought and lost that same battle myself so long ago, I appreciated the monumental effort exerted by the young man to withdraw himself and maintain Angelica's virtue. But the girl lunged and caught him up at the leg so that he stumbled to the ground.

"Oh William! What shall we do?" cried Arianna from the bush. "You! Hoy! You children! You must stop this at once!"

But neither child heard Arianna, for they were clearly in the throes of the melon's influence. We could not bear to look, yet we could scarce tear away our eyes from the scene. So many times had Arianna and I partaken of the melon, yet never before had we seen the effects come upon others. Angelica climbed atop Tom, who resisted and protested feebly as his honor dwindled under the melon's effects.

Angelica's head rolled back, lolling all around, so that her mass of long black curls flew all about. Piteous moans escaped her lips as her body arched backwards. As we looked on in dismay, the buttons popped open from Angelica's blouse, as her bosom burst forth. A look of bliss was upon our daughter's face, and Arianna understood best the mingled sensations of pleasure and pain that the girl was experiencing as her inflated breasts freed themselves of the bonds of clothing.

Tom appeared utterly alarmed, a wide-eyed expression of awe and wonder upon his visage. Yet his resistance failed upon sighting the enormous bare breasts of the raven-haired beauty who sat atop him. Angelica flashed him a wicked smile and reached her fingers to his crotch. She fiddled with the buttons, and with one great exertion, her hands pulled open Tom's breeches, so that a greatly enlarged male organ towered vertically from his loins. With not even a moment's hesitation, Angelica's face was down upon the monstrous member, which disappeared into her mouth.

Arianna and I could bear to look no more, and we turned away. No father should ever see his daughter in a lewd way with a man, particularly to observe his daughter playing the brazen slut, tempting an honorable boy beyond his will. At least I knew to not hold Tom to account, for even a man of honor is still only just a man after all, and I myself was not to judge, surely being not the sort of man to resist the forward advances of a beautiful, lusty young woman with expanding breasts.

The echoes of erotic delight carried across Our Little Isle, and from that I gathered that Tom has succumbed to Angelica's wiles, and had now eagerly joined her in the love play. Arianna and I glumly collected our items and returned them to the basket, our own sensual holiday spoiled. We strode to the water's edge in silence, ashamed that we had not intervened after all, and moreover that we had allowed ourselves to be reluctant witnesses of our daughter's deflowering.

"William, you should have done something!" spoke my wife crossly. "Or said something! Oh, how could you let that boy take advantage of our daughter, before your very eyes?"

"Excuse me, my dear?" I replied, quizzically. "I believe you have got it exactly backwards."

With that, Arianna burst into tears, falling into my arms, her forehead resting upon my shoulders. I held my wife's tender flesh close, and for once, was not aroused by the intimate contact with Arianna's plump, nude form. Here we were, two loving parents, grieved that our wild child had disobeyed, choosing instead to declare herself an adult and setting her life on the course that we would not have wished for her.

We swam back to the shore and dressed, the sensual moans and howls of our newly consummated daughter filling our ears. I was struck by the irony that our daughter Angelica, conceived under the melon's influence, would complete the circle in this manner, and thus become a creature of the melon. We trudged back to our cabin, quietly reflecting on Angelica's many reckless antics over the years, and how she had always pursued Tom, even as a toddler learning to walk.

Upon reaching the homestead, we found Albert minding the small children. We remained at hand, waiting to see if Angelica intended to return, and what tale she might tell to account for her absence. The afternoon shadows stretched into evening when she returned to the homestead, in the company of Tom, the two of them laughing all the way, Angelica covered with their blanket, now wrapped over her shoulders. The laughter ceased as our daughter approached the porch and noticed us sitting there.

"Oh! Mother! Father!" spoke Angelica, a look of shock and fear dancing across her features. "You have returned so soon! I was not expecting you until morning!"

"Indeed you did not," said I, sternly. "For you were not attending to your duties here at home. And you return with Tom Waterman. Good day to you, Tom. We are disappointed to find you in our daughter's company following her absence."

Tom looked as though he had seen a ghost, and groped for words to speak. Our fiery daughter spoke first.

"Father, I met Tom as he was arriving from an errand. We went out to find you and Mother, but you were not at the far end of the meadow as you said."

"Angelica, that is not true...." interrupted Tom.

"No indeed, Angelica, that is not true!" snapped Arianna. "Tell me, why do you hide yourself under that blanket? We know you were at the island in the lake, and we know that you partook of our melons! You are caught in a lie! As you determined to lie this entire day!"

Both children appeared aghast, for their tryst was now found out. But Angelica's features darkened, and she appeared not in the least remorseful or conciliatory.

"So how could you know, Mother, unless you were there yourself! It is you who also lied about your errand at the end of the meadow!"

Arianna was at a loss for words, and was stung by the truth of Angelica's accusation.

"Well... our business in our own, and that is all you need to understand. We chose to not disclose our actual purpose this day, or our destination."

"Ah, so it was we that interrupted you!" spat out our daughter, correctly surmising the situation. "You and Father had already yourselves snuck off to your island to fuck!"

Arianna and I were both stunned to hear such bold language issue forth from our daughter's mouth. Tom himself turned toward Angelica with a look of shock. The quick-tongued Arianna spoke first.

"Angelica!" gasped the girl's mother, "How dare you speak to me that way! Where did you learn such language?"

"Oh please, Mother! Why, from you, of course! How many times have we children heard you in the barn, or in the fields, or at the mountain pool, while you both thought yourselves to be alone? 'Oh William! Fuck me, William! Fuck me harder, William! I love the way you fuck me, William!'"

Arianna and I were caught up short by this revelation. To learn that our clever attempts to sneak off for clandestine trysts have been known all along by our children. That our young ones have learned the ways of intimacy from overhearing Arianna and me at our love play. Angelica continued her diatribe.

"I suppose, Mother, that you also thought that we children were naive about the melon as well? Do you suppose that you could conceal such a secret forever, that we would not wonder about the strange forbidden fruit, that only you both could touch or eat? Did you believe that none of us would ever notice its effects upon your bosom? Really Mother, did you truly believe a mere shawl could conceal bushel-sized teats?"

Arianna and I were both quite speechless, and stabbed to the core by Angelica's blunt revelations. But then our daughter's confessions took a heartfelt turn, as she admitted to Arianna of the secrets which she harbored in her heart.

"Do you know what is like to have a mother who appears as young as a sister? Or how it is when we would be in Denver City, and to hear the young men speak of you as if you were another girl like me? To constantly endure hearing the salacious remarks of about your bosom? To be forced to overhear the men in public always saying, 'That Annie Gillingham, she has the biggest teats in all the territory! Like a couple of huge watermelons, they are! Why, wouldn't I like to get my hands on them!' Well Mother, now I have an ample bosom of my own!"

With that, our daughter cast off the blanket, and revealed to us her enhanced endowments. I quickly turned my head, but not before catching a glance of my brazen daughter's newly-enlarged bosom. Her breasts hung fully forward from the front of her parted blouse, from which the buttons had been ripped free.

My daughter's teats were full and round, larger perhaps than the size of her own head, not as large as Arianna's, but considerably greater than that very morning, and tipped with large, full, light brown nipples that complemented her olivine complexion. I could not help but to be reminded of the exquisite golden breasts of the whore Rosa Maria from Erba Baina, who I had known as a boy, so many years previously, when I sailed the seas.

"Angelica!" I scolded sharply, "That will be quite enough from you! Though you insist on cavorting about as a little harlot, you would do well to not bare your teats to your own father!"

Tom had retrieved the blanket from the ground, and draped it again upon Angelica's shoulders.

"Oh, I am so sorry, Papa," cried Angelica, seeming again as my sweet daughter, "the melon has muddled my head. But please understand Papa, I love Tom so very much. How it pained me that he has always spurned my affections. I knew he loved me too, but was honor-bound to reject me. Papa, I simply had to make him mine! And I have now contrived that Tom has finally returned my love."

At this point, Tom interjected, "Bill, Annie, I did not mean for this to happen. But I will take Angelica as my wife and be a good husband for her."

"Yes Tom, that you will indeed do immediately," thus spoke I sternly to the youngster, "for you have already consummated your marriage to our daughter. We understand you were lured in by Angelica, but nevertheless, you shall not leave this mountain without her. Furthermore, you will work tirelessly for the rest of your days to provide for her and to please her, as I have done for her mother all these years. You and she may stay the night, and after this you must depart with her, to your parents' settlement, to explain to them what you both have done."

Both children appeared stunned, that Angelica was to be exiled from our homestead. Arianna looked over at me in shock, as tears welled up in the eyes of both mother and daughter.

"But first," I added, "tell me of this urgent errand that brings you here in the first place."

Tom produced a letter that had arrived from our attorney, Zed Richards, advising us of the passing of Arianna's father, Lord Chesterleigh. The letter told that the arrest warrant for Arianna and me was suspended. We were now free to move about in the open world, with no fear of extradition to London or even kidnapping at the hands of His Lordship's henchmen.

At hearing this news, Arianna burst into tears. I was surprised at this, for I had only heard of her hatred for her progenitor, all these many years, how he had ruled over her as a tyrant, and drove her beloved mother to an early grave, she for whom our daughter Angelica was named.

"Oh William, darling, don't you see? I had become as my father to our poor daughter. I lorded over our Angelica as he lorded over me, not heeding her entreaties, and presuming to impose my will upon her. Yet she had no sailing ship from which to be cast away as did I, and no isle upon which to reside in conjugal bliss with her handsome young rogue. Oh my darling girl, I am so sorry! My blessings be with you in your marriage."

"Oh Mummy," cried Angelica, and mother and daughter embraced one another, weeping into each other's arms, which was made difficult by their enormous bosoms that pressed closely against each other. That night were Arianna and Angelica reconciled, and became close thereafter. In years to come, in addition to providing motherly advice and assistance, Arianna would even confide in Angelica, telling our daughter the bawdy stories of our adventures, upon Our Isle and in the Americas.

Upon receiving the news of His Lordship's demise, we thus resolved that our years of mountain seclusion were at an end, and that we would rejoin civilization with our family. From thence, we made plans to locate from Our Mountain to our new property at the foothills of Rocky Mountains, and construct an estate nearby the settlements that spring up annually. We hope to enjoy frequent visits with my parents and our friends in the wider world.

Tom and Angelica were married that same week. Waterman and Mimosa shared our disappointment initially, but we were all happy to join our families together nonetheless. Tom has now settled down to operating one of his father's trading posts. The poor lad must now endure a stormy daily life with our tempestuous daughter! But he possesses the wild blood of the Indian, and we have no doubt that only he can tame our wild daughter, in whom inhabits the spirit of Our Mountain.

Poor Robby Penton was devastated by the news of Angelica's marriage to Tom. Though our younger daughter Bea always had eyes for Robby, and would have loved to be his bride, he nevertheless resolved to go to sea, that he might forget. Our son Willy decided to go off with his chum, as the sea was also in his blood, and he shared his mother's sense of adventure. Captain Jackson of the Island Queen was delighted to receive the boys, he having made a life of the sea himself.

We now reside at our new estate, and have reluctantly become proper members of polite society after so many years. I have joined Bob and Waterman in the business, having abandoned hunting and farming as a way of life. Rather than tending crops and playing with our children and making love to my voluptuous wife, my days are now filled with consultations and planning and attending to our diverse investments.

We now daily mourn the loss of our seclusion, and endure the close company of others. Arianna and I recently attended our first society function, where we met some of our new neighbors. The formal waistcoat with tails was ill-fitting, and the constricting collar chafed at my neck. We were introduced to the pillars of the community, one gentlemen of whom inquired:

"Gillingham, eh? Isn't that the name of that wild old hermit of the mountains? The one that slew the bear and reportedly moves like lightning?"

"No sir," I replied, glumly, "if there ever was such a person, I do not believe that he any longer exists."

Though we have reluctantly embraced the civilized life, we have nevertheless retained our homestead upon Our Mountain. Arianna and I look forward to devoting whatever leisure time we might spare each summer at our cabin, where we might hope to be alone, and once again enjoy conjugal privacy out in the elements, far from prying eyes and open ears, those of our children and of anyone else.

Post Script

I was reading again this journal, written so long ago, and took joy in recalling vividly the lively events of years past. I regret not taking more time to write over the years, while the memories were still fresh. Busily occupied have we been, for the years have been full and eventful, but especially full of the demands of life in the civilized world.

My business interests have kept me exceedingly busy, for Arianna and I have been involved in the creation of the network of railroads that now extend from coast and coast, and all over the state of Colorado. Since the gold rush times, we invested our resources in every new invention, including the innovative works of Mr. Edison, and in the process have become exceedingly wealthy. Though Arianna and I care nothing for riches, we have placed these funds in trust, so that at least our children and their children will be well-provided for, and need not live out a meager existence as homesteaders, as did us, their parents.

Arianna had been a wonderful mother to our children during our long years at our homestead upon Our Mountain. Now our children are all grown, and have children of their own. Arianna has been a wonderful grandmother as well. As wedding gifts, we made it a custom to give our children a supply of love melons, that they and their spouses may enjoy a honeymoon such as their mother and I did, years ago, upon Our Isle. Because of the influence of the melon, the women of the Gillingham family, our daughters and the wives of our sons, are notorious for being the most amply-bosomed women in the entire Rocky Mountain country, if not the entire West.

We have sworn our children to treat the melon as a family secret, and only use it sparingly, and to not share it outside our own. For if use of this melon were to become widespread, it would no doubt bring about the collapse of human civilization! Every woman would have breasts larger than her own head, each man would grow a two-foot member, and every couple would fill their days with nothing but intercourse, so that no work would get done, the world over.

The melon is indeed a burden for our family to endure, requiring great personal discipline, though a tremendous gift in the times when such pleasures can be allowed. We trust that the family secret will carry forth into future generations, so that our grandchildren's grandchildren will also know the joys of the melon.

Though we love all our many grandchildren, how Arianna has especially doted upon Maybelle, the daughter of our oldest son Will! As a little one, Maybelle was the apple of her Grandma's eye, the very image of her father, who was himself the image of his own mother. Indeed, Maybelle is as another Arianna, having inherited her grandmother's thick, sand-colored hair and vexing green eyes! Our little Maybelle has now grown into a beautiful woman in her own right, possessing the same alluring figure of her grandmother, as she was on that day when I first spied her aboard the H.M.S. Delight.

Our little Maybelle is now betrothed to young James Penton, the grandson of my dearest friend, and the son of Will's close mate, Rob. During their sailing years, Will and Rob had met two girls of a seaside town in Massachusetts, and brought them home to Colorado. Maybelle and James have thus grown up together, and now these children are soon to be wed. Such a joy we share with our friends Bob and Millie that the Gillingham and Penton families will finally be joined! Arianna has selected some very special melons for the young couple's honeymoon!

Though the decades have accumulated behind us, we nevertheless retain the vigor of youth, and the years tell very little upon us. Indeed, my beautiful Arianna is untouched by the sands of time. All in all, my wife appears more a young woman in the flower of youth, well under twenty-five, rather than an elderly matron of nearly thrice that many years. Though she has grown in wisdom and maturity with the passage of time, my gorgeous wife is visibly unchanged from day we met, over fifty years thence.

Arianna's face remains fresh and creamy as on that first day, still possessing the healthy, rosy flush I have always admired. Her flesh remains plump and full, and has not sagged or loosened with the passage of time. Her limbs remain strong and vigorous as those of the young girl who I took as my virgin bride. Oh yes, indeed they do! For my Arianna still burns with the erotic fire that blazed forth in those early days of our marriage, when we were castaway upon Our Isle! Our conjugal relations have not abated after all the years, certainly not in intensity, and in frequency, only limited by opportunity. Save for an ache here, and some stiffness there, my vivacious Arianna remains the same lusty she-lion of our wedding day!

Arianna and I often wonder how we shall pass our remaining years. The hard work of life is now accomplished, and we can afford the leisure that is the reward of labor, thrift, and prosperity. Our health is perfect, as our youth is preserved by the melon, and we are presented with no limitations due to age. Indeed, Arianna and her granddaughter Maybelle appear as sisters, and the young men give attention to my gorgeous wife as they would an eligible young maiden. This is an ongoing source of consternation to our daughters, who now appear much older than Arianna, as though the roles of mother and child were reversed!

We have determined that our children would be happier if we were not on hand to be daily reminders of their own advancing years, seeing that we as their parents are apparently immune to the aging process. Unlike Arianna and I, our children never had the opportunity to eat daily of the love melon, as we had done, nor was a sufficient quantity of the melon available for them to do so. Thus, our own children have not had their youth preserved by the melon's effects, as has been the case with us.

Arianna and I know not whether the melon will simply preserve our youthful appearance into old age, or whether it might actually extend our lives beyond the natural expectation of years. In either case, we both feel that a long, extended holiday from our home is required, so that our children might carry on without us, rather than continue to grow old in the company of timeless parents.

To that end, we should so love to travel, to see the far-flung places of the world. Arianna wishes to return again to England, and see once more the familiar places of her childhood home. Moreover, we simply wish to ramble! Our deepest desire is to simply be alone once again, utterly alone, as we were in the beginning, during the first years of our marriage. We would seek to discover the remote corners of the world, which grow fewer each day, that we might once again enjoy one another's private company out-of-doors, and rediscover the splendors of sexual intimacy amidst the glories of nature.

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This journal of William H. Gillingham, III was discovered by my great-grandmother Mabel and her siblings in 1927, in the vault at the family estate. Grandma Mabel was a very old lady when I was very young, and I remember her fondly. She would often tell us kids the stories of her grandparents William and Arianna, and their adventures as the forgotten early settlers of Colorado, how her Grandpa Bill had slain the bear, and how he later made a fortune with Grandpa Bob in the railroad industry.

As we grew older, we heard all the usual sexy rumors about our forebears, and how our matriarch had the hugest pair of tits in the Colorado territory. Of course, even as a young boy, I couldn't help but notice that the women in our family, even the in-laws, were all extremely well endowed. I heard talk about a melon, but didn't fully understand until our own wedding, when I was let in on the family secret, when Diana and I received our own melons. Wow, what incredible sex did we share! On our honeymoon and every day since! Diane's titties grew so incredibly gigantic, and then stayed huge afterwards, like all the women in our family.

Grandma Mabel told us that her grandparents traveled to England shortly after her wedding to Grandpa Jim. They never returned home again after that. They sent letters home for a while, telling of various voyages and experiences, but eventually the letters stopped, after which William and Arianna Gillingham were never heard from again. Grandma Mabel told us that she always missed her grandparents, and wished she could speak even one more time to her Grandma Annie.

There was that family reunion in 1975, when I was 15. Who was that mysterious couple who crashed that party? Grandma Mabel was sure who they were, though none of the other adults believed them. But Grandma Mabel was 95 at the time, and she had become pretty batty by then. How could that couple really be who they said they were? How could such a thing be possible?

If time permits, maybe someday I'll write the story myself of those strange visitors to the 1975 Gillingham family reunion. All I can say is, whoever the couple really was, I'll never forget the girl, wearing that skimpy tube top and those short shorts. Even though I grew up in a family of extremely large-breasted women, this girl had the biggest tits I've ever seen in my life, like a gigantic pair of jiggling, pink watermelons. And that thick head of sandy brown hair, and those incredibly dazzling green eyes....