A Postcript to The Tale of Our Isle Series

When I was a kid, the Gilligham family used to have these excellent family reunions. These were very big affairs, and also included the extended family from the Penton and Waterman sides. Usually, only about a hundred relatives would show up, but if everyone were to come, they probably would have numbered over a thousand. The old family estate could accommodate a big crowd like that. The old house is very big, and is set upon 500 acres of rolling land outside Loveland, Colorado, at the foothills of the Rockies.

Nowadays, the family is scattered, and the younger generation isn't connected with the other relatives. But in the old days, when my great-grandmother Mabel was still around, she knew who everyone was, and which branch of the family they came from. She was the glue that held the family together. The family's not been the same since Grandma Mabel has been gone, and those of us who remember her still miss her a lot.

Grandma Mabel was the keeper of the melon, and would make sure that each newlywed couple received a few for their honeymoon. Like all the other kids in the family, I didn't understand about the melon while growing up, but later learned that it is an old family secret that had supposedly been passed down for over a hundred years.

The "love melon" is an intoxicating aphrodisiac that causes a woman's breasts and a man's penis and testicles to enlarge. The melon causes significant enlargement of these parts shortly after eating, resulting in some very wild sex! The melon also produces some degree of permanent enlargement thereafter, though not everyone has had the same results. Because of the melon, most of the married women in our family are extremely busty, not only the blood relatives but also the in-laws who married into the family.

According to the old family legends, the melon was discovered by our ancestors, William and Arianna Gillingham. But there is so much fanciful folklore regarding this couple, and not many of the family members believe these old stories these days. One old yarn has it that Grandma Annie was really an English noblewoman. Another claims that she and Grandpa Bill were marooned together on a Pacific island where the melon was discovered. Another has it that they were early settlers of the Colorado territory, back when the Rockies were Indian territory, years before the gold rush.

The greatest legend of all was that Grandma Annie was the most beautiful woman in the territory, and had a pair of tits that were each the size of watermelons. Other old reports suggest that she and Grandpa Bill were very youthful, even well into old age. This led to the persistent rumor that eating the melon had given them considerable longevity, even making them ageless. Some of the older relations conjectured that they might have lived for many years beyond a normal lifespan, owing to their diet of the melon.

But like I said, not many family members today believe these old wives' tales about our forebears. There are some old journals purportedly written by Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie that recount some very sexy adventures resulting from the melon. These old stories describe Grandma Annie's tits each growing to three and even four feet across while eating the melon. Though these stories are well-loved, most of the family believes them to be a mingling of mountain folklore, wishful thinking, and Victorian erotic fiction. At any rate, no one alive in contemporary times has had any such outlandish experiences while eating the melon.

The only sure facts of history are that Grandpa Bill and his partners made a fortune selling supplies during the Pike's Peak gold rush, and another fortune later in the development of the Pacific railroad. Years later, Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie left on an extended holiday to England and were never seen again. There's another fact that can't be denied: whatever its true origins, all the married women in the family who have eaten the melon have become extremely well-endowed. And the reunions were where everyone would get together.

I miss the good old reunion parties. They were very popular, especially with the men of the family. Though no one said it out loud in such terms, it was understood by everyone that the Gillingham family reunions were a tit-fest. Everywhere you turned your head at these parties, there would be a gigantic pair of tits pointed at your face. And every man in the family was a tit man, who appreciated the view. If there were any male relatives that were not tit men, they were in the wrong family.

You felt weird to gawk, since many of the women were your aunts and cousins, but there were always distant cousins you didn't know, and wives that married into the family. All these women were stunningly gorgeous, over and above just having excellent titties. Beautiful faces, shapely legs, trim waists... there was not a homely woman in the bunch. Even many of the elder matrons were very well preserved, and looked much younger than their actual years.

There were so many huge pairs of tits bouncing and jiggling all around, and brushing against you in the crowd. However, it was an official rule that the women would dress as modestly as their ample figures would allow. Though there could be no denying the shape and size of their tits, it was a big no-no for the women to show skin or wear tight clothing. You never saw cleavage or form-fitting tops or the "braless" look, with nipples poking through blouses. Since all the married men were comparably well-hung, it simply would not do to have any untimely erections popping up in such a crowd.

It's probably just as well that we don't have these parties anymore, since it's unlikely that the young women of today would abide with the dress code. If all the beautiful young women would show up with their tits hanging out of skimpy tops, I wouldn't be surprised if something would get out of hand, making for some awkwardness at the next family gathering! It was bad enough when that hippie couple showed up at the last big reunion, with that huge-titted hippy chick who turned the head of every man in the place.

That last really big Gillingham family reunion was in 1975, when I was 15. I was a short and skinny kid, and probably looked younger than my age. But I was at the prime age for raging hormones, and this was the event to make my hormones rage! Feminine beauty was everywhere, and my hyper-active imagination was more than enough to strip away even the most modest attire of the female attendees.

Though I had not yet had sex with a girl, I was well able to imagine these gorgeous specimens of buxom womanhood naked. I was feeling very embarrassed and ashamed about the lustful thoughts that I harbored toward my closer female relatives. So I tried instead to focus my attentions on my more distant female cousins, and the young wives of my male cousins.

There were so many different types of gorgeous chicks. There were creamy blondes like my fourth cousin Melanie Gillingham. I tried to imagine how soft her gigantic white tits would be, in my hands and pressed against my face. There were redheads, like my cousin Tim Penton's wife Lisa. I fantasized about her huge pale jugs, covered with freckles, and wondered if her snatch was red too. But I was especially distracted by the brunettes, like my distant cousins on the Waterman side of the family. The Waterman sisters, Tammy and Josie, were part Indian, and had silky black hair and olive skin. I couldn't help but to imagine the brown nipples on the gigantic jugs hidden under their blouses.

I wandered around the backyard for a long time, but though there were plenty of chicks to gawk at, there was no one my age to hang out with. I was really annoyed that the radio was playing "Love Will Keep Us Together" by The Captain and Tennille, a big pop hit from that summer. This really sucked since I was totally into Led Zeppelin, and there was no chance of hearing that at this family gathering.

Anyway, it was starting to drive me crazy being around so many big-titted women. I was struggling to ignore the tingling in my pants as I saw these enormous boobs shaking and swinging and jiggling everywhere I looked. I wanted to just jack off and be done with it, but not here, not at a family function. I'd die of humiliation if anyone were to find out.

The Party Crashers

I was wandering from the backyard to the front of the house, to get away from the crowd and try to relax. As I approached the fence, the gate swung open in front of me. I stood back, and through the gate stepped the sexiest creature that not even my hormone-fired adolescent fantasies could dream up, standing there, right before my eyes.

I took in the entire sight of this gorgeous babe with a glance. The girl had the most beautiful face I had ever beheld, with big eyes of an unbelievable shade of green. Those eyes bored holes right through me, and it was hard to even meet her gaze. Her angelic face beamed with a big bright smile. She had such perfectly straight, white teeth, and her lips were full with a natural red color. Though I had no experience with sex, I couldn't help but thinking this girl had the perfect mouth for a blowjob.

Her face was smooth and flawless, her skin creamy but having a natural blush upon her cheeks. Her nose was small and perfectly formed. In all, her features were almost unnaturally beautiful, every aspect of her appearance evoking female perfection. I noticed that she was not wearing any makeup at all, and that she didn't need any. Her eyelashes were thick and dark, requiring no mascara or eyeliner. Her eyelids had a pinkish-blue tint, and did not need any eyeshadow. It was as though she was the feminine ideal, and her natural features possessed the very qualities that other women sought to enhance by applying cosmetics.

A thick shag carpet of light brown hair, like a sandy shade in color, hung down from her head, long bangs feathered back to the sides, and fell down upon her shoulders and down to her narrow waist. Her shoulders were bare, since she was wearing a tube top, with pink and white horizonal stripes that accentuated the size and shape of her excellent tits. Oh, my cock gets hard again just from remembering this hippy chick wearing that tube top! She had the most amazingly gigantic tits I had ever seen in my life, even though I grew up in a family of extremely full-figured, voluptuous women.

She had such big tits, I still relish the memory of how big they were. They were easily as large as a pair of watermelons. I still don't know how this girl could have even walked around so casually with such enormous jugs hanging off her chest. They were barely restrained by that pink and white tube top, and her nipples gently protruded through the taut fabric. Her nipples! Oh man, her nipples looked so nice! They appeared very large, having the diameter of a silver dollar.

This girl's tits hung down so low, almost to her waist, and that skimpy tube top allowed an ample view of an impossibly long cleavage of creamy flesh. Near the upper edge of the tube top, the curved pink edges of her areolas could just barely be seen, as if they were trying to sneak out from under this provocative garment.

Though my eyes were transfixed by the creamy mounds of flesh, barely contained by the skimpy tube top, I also somehow also noticed that the girl was wearing very short cut-off jeans, that crept right up to her hips. She had very full, luscious thighs and calves, creamy smooth and pink, with very narrow knees and ankles. Her legs were bare, except for a pair of Dr. Scholl's exercise sandles on her feet, and her toes were just as perfect as the rest of her. I noticed that her toenails were painted red, to match her long fingernails.

The girl wore very little jewelry, but notably a pair of large, gold hoop earrings, and a simple gold band around her left ring finger. I could not help but notice a gold pendant around her neck, looking like a little sun, encircled with rays. My eyes were drawn to the sun, which hung from a fine gold chain and extended down to sit at the top of her luscious cleavage, so soft and creamy pink.

Stunned and drinking in the sight of this spectacular vision of female perfection, I felt my cock become rock-hard, standing straight up inside my pants. I then became vaguely aware that a man was also with her. He was tall and handsome, in every respect a perfect match for this incredible love goddess. The man had longish dark hair that covered his ears and a well-trimmed beard, very fit and muscular, having square shoulders and solid arms. He was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt, and jeans cut off above the knees, with a pair of sturdy hiking boots.

The girl seemed to be college age, certainly under 22, but the man seemed older, perhaps as much as 40, but looked extremely youthful for that age, having rugged features and streaks of gray at his temples and in his beard. The man gave me a smile that was somewhat surly but not entirely hostile. It was as though he were accustomed to seeing males react this way at the sight of his woman, though he was not happy about it. I could not help but to resent him, as any guy would feel toward another guy with such a spectacularly gorgeous chick, especially since he was so much older than her.

I must have stood there staring for too long at this hippie couple, especially the chick, for the man grasped her about her tiny waist and drew her close to his side, so that her gigantic titties squished up against his solid chest. The chick pulled up on the edges of her tube top, to prevent even more of her areolas from peeking out. This gorgeous girl never broke her angelic smile, and was the first to speak.

"Hi! We're Bill and Annie. We're looking for the reunion. Is this the right place?"

I nodded absently, unsure if this vision of loveliness had actually spoken to me. These two were clearly family members, for they both bore a family resemblance. I wondered at that. Were they both related to each other? Intermarriage among even distant cousins was highly discouraged in the family. Also, the names "Bill" and "Annie" were very common in the family, since many relatives were named after our ancestors, William and Arianna Gillingham. But while many couples had either a Bill or an Annie, I never heard of one with both.

The family resemblance was particularly striking with the girl Annie, who had such incredibly gigantic boobs. I wondered if even the legendary Great-Great-Great-Grandma Annie Gillingham herself had tits that big. Her beautiful face, her stunning green eyes, even her sandy brown hair looked closely like that of several other relatives. I had seen pictures of Great-Grandma Mabel when she was young, and this girl was a dead ringer for her.

"What's your name, buddy?" inquired the man.

"B-B-Bob," I stammered, shaking in their presence. "My name is Bob Penton. Yeah, you're at the Gillingham family reunion...."

I was stammering and rambling on, totally flummoxed in the presence of this gorgeous chick.

"Well, I'm not really a Gillingham myself, y'know, I'm actually named after my great-great-great-grandfather, who was a ship captain that owned a fleet of sailing ships...."

"Ummm, right... well, okay! Thanks Bob!" spoke Annie, a very cheerful, bubbly girl, with an accent that sounded vaguely as if she were from California.

"By the way, you look just like him!" she added

I was puzzled by her remark. I looked just like who? What the hell was she talking about?

Annie continued, "We're going into the party now, so we'll see you around, okay?"

At that, I took the hint and stood aside, since I was blocking their path. I turned to watch them as they walked off, his arm around her tiny waist. I admired Annie's perfect hourglass figure, how her sweet, ripe, little ass was stuffed into those tight shorts, and how it shook seductively from side to side with each sexy step. Annie's body was "pleasingly plump," full and round in every respect, and just on the borderline of being fat without crossing the line. Since that day, Annie's body had been my own personal preference of the ideal female shape.

Bill and Annie walked through the crowd, and every eye in the place was upon them. Annie smiled pleasantly to everyone, occasionally pulling up her tube top, and all the men smiled back, though not many of the women. Many women were murmuring to themselves, wondering which branch of the family these people were from, and whether anyone had met them at a previous family reunion. Moreover, the catty women sniped indignantly among themselves about why they were dressed so inappropriately, especially "that girl."

Bill served Annie a drink, each of them having some fresh apple juice, which seemed an odd selection with so many different beverages available. They sensed from the cold stares that they were not receiving a welcome reception from the family, so they sneaked over to the edge of the crowd. Bill and Annie were speaking to each other, pointing at various relatives and making remarks, as though comparing the individuals.

Though they tried to be inconspicuous, their presence hung heavily in the air, and the entire family was aware of them, while trying to appear that they were ignoring them. Everyone, that is, except my Aunt Eleanor, who stared directly at the intruders. Aunt Eleanor was my grandpa's sister, Grandma Mabel's daughter, and the self-appointed watchdog at these family functions. Nothing escaped her eagle eye, and I could tell immediately that she was not happy with these party crashers in the least, not one little bit.

Aunt Eleanor was a mean, sour person. Her breasts were not nearly as large as most of the other women in the family. It was said that she didn't approve of the family breast obsession, and was determined to be a killjoy. Others say she was just jealous that her bosom didn't grow as big as the other women. What all the family members were sure of was that Aunt Eleanor was a miserable person, and determined to make everyone else as miserable as she was. She already henpecked poor Uncle Chester to an early grave. Toward all the women in the family, the larger their bust, the greater was Aunt Eleanor's scorn. It was clear that she had now placed Annie in her crosshairs.

Aunt Eleanor hovered at a discreet distance, keeping her eye on Bill and Annie to see what they would do next. Though I was already gawking at Annie from afar, this new twist piqued my curiosity, so I also followed Aunt Eleanor to see what would transpire when she confronted the couple.

After standing uncomfortably for a time on the periphery of the crowd, Bill and Annie moved toward the house. Aunt Eleanor was on them like a hawk, and followed them in, I trailing behind, trying to not appear too obvious. As they entered the kitchen, they both made several remarks about how the house had changed so much since they were last there. I was puzzled by this, because the house had always been exactly the same for at least my whole life, and Annie did not seem more than a few years older than me.

Grandma Mabel had lived in the house since her wedding, following the departure of her grandparents, sometime before the turn of the century. As far I knew, the decor was more or less the same since at least the 1920s, though the television and some of the kitchen appliances were more up to date. The house was full of antiques, like a museum, with some of Grandma's own, and other items that belonged to her parents and grandparents.

As Bill and Annie wandered about, they regarded several pieces of furniture, all of which happened to be pieces that belong to Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie. They appeared to be quite nostalgic about visiting the house, though they seemed to not know anyone, and no one seemed to know them.

Several relatives had been inside the house, and were also observing the strange behavior of these unknown visitors. Their private conversation took an even stranger turn as they wandered into the library. There hanging on the wall were the famous sepia photographs of William and Arianna Gillingham, taken in San Francisco in 1853, when they first returned to the United States. These were the only known photographs of this reclusive couple. The faces in the pictures were stern and unsmiling, as was typical of the long exposure times required in the early years of photography. For some reason, Bill and Annie found these pictures very amusing.

"Hahahaha! Oh, William, darling, look at the faces on these two! Did you ever see such a couple of grumps? Hahahaha!"

"Yes my love, one would think their faces were broken and unable to smile!"

This levity at the expense of our esteemed forebears had seriously raised the hackles of Aunt Eleanor, who resented their disrespectful attitude. Indeed, all the onlookers were quite shocked, especially at this half-naked girl with her tits practically hanging out of that skimpy tube top, having a big laugh at the expense of our legendary matron, Grandma Annie. They moved on to the next object, and reacted with great astonishment.

"William! Do my eyes deceive me? Oh look! It's the figurehead of the Island Queen!"

Now it was strange that someone claiming to be familiar with the house would be surprised to see this wood carving. Grandpa Will, Grandma Mabel's father, had served aboard the Island Queen with Grandpa Rob, her father-in-law, when they were both young men. The figurehead was salvaged when the ship was run aground in a storm in the early 1900s. The family incurred considerable expense to recover this carving and bring it back to the estate.

The carving depicts a beautiful young woman, utterly naked, with enormous breasts, her arms held seductively behind her head to project her bosom forward. Family lore had it that Grandma Annie herself was the model for the carving, though nobody in the family could imagine that our modest, demur matriarch would have ever sat as a nude model for such a carving. Whoever the model really was, suffice to say that this carving has been the subject of considerable ogling by the boys of the Gillingham family for generations, and our mothers all tried to keep us away from this library.

"Arianna," spoke Bill, "it appears that the poor old girl has been through the worst of it over the years. Her paint is chipped and faded, and her wood is bare and weather beaten in places, but she nevertheless remains a beautiful sight, as does the original."

"Oh William, my handsome man, you say the most flattering things!" spoke Annie, teasingly, as she touched her fingertip to Bill's lips.

"Look, My King," said Annie, as she placed her hands behind her head, to imitate the posture of the figurehead. A chill swept through me and all the onlookers, as the girl bore a remarkable resemblance to the carving, the only difference being the tube top that barely covered the nipples of the real girl of flesh and blood.

When Annie spoke directly to Bill, it was with a different voice, as if she were putting on a crisp English accent. When Bill himself spoke to her, he sounded like a southerner, but with a very proper, genteel southern accent not commonly heard today. In all their private conversation, their speech was old-fashioned, a manner of speaking not in use today. Yet in speaking to others, they both spoke like they were from modern-day California, and used all the right slang and other expressions like the young people of today.

Moving to the next object, Bill and Annie stopped to admire the enormous painting that filled the wall upon which it hung. This is the centerpiece of the Gillingham art collection, an uncatalogued work by the famed landscape artist Albert Bierstadt entitled "Meadow on the Mountain." It shows a spectacular view of a cloud-encircled mountain, with a cabin in the foreground, in the midst of a mountain plain. Standing on the porch of the cabin is the figure of a nude woman with very large breasts.

An old family yarn purports that this painting represents the old Gillingham homestead, on land currently within Rocky Mountain National Park, deep in the interior, in a very inaccessible part of the range, a three-day hike from the nearest road, along a circuitous mountain path. Family folklore goes on to suggest that the woman in the painting was none other than Grandma Annie herself. There is no official corroboration of this story, nor is there any reason to think that our ancestress would have posed for this scene either. Bill and Annie spoke as they admired the painting.

"My dear Arianna, that day when we first met him, I truly did not believe that Mr. Bierstadt was in fact a famous painter."

"No, My Handsome Husband, nor did I. Such a brash proposition did he make! I still admire your self-restraint to this day! However, he was most gracious at the gallery in New York at the unveiling, was he not? Once he got over his surprise at seeing us, that is! You certainly did compensate him very handsomely for this work, and to keep it out of his catalogue."

"Well, My Queen, let bygones be bygones, I always say."

At this, Aunt Eleanor had heard enough.

"Excuse me," she said snidely, "but can I help you with something? I don't believe we've met. My name is Eleanor Chambers."

"Oh hi, Eleanor, we're Bill and Annie," spoke Annie in her California talk, pulling up the edge of her tube top.

"Indeed," sniffed Aunt Eleanor indignantly, put off by Annie's informality and garment adjustment. "I can't say that I place either of you. Have you been to any reunions in the past?"

"No, this is our first," replied Annie, cheerfully.

"What branch of the family are you from? Who are your parents?"

"Ummm...." Annie hesitated. "Well, my mother's name was Angelica, and my father's was Henry... but we don't speak about him."

"Hmmm," replied Aunt Eleanor, "there are several Angelicas in the family, but I don't recall an Angelica married to a Henry. Perhaps my mother Mabel would know."

At the mention of my great-grandmother, Annie became greatly excited, speaking again with her English accent.

"Maybelle? You mean she is here? Today? Oh! Eleanor, please, I must speak to her at once!"

Aunt Eleanor became extremely agitated at hearing her mother regarded in such a familiar manner by this young stranger whom she clearly did not recognize. She was especially agitated since this girl was dressed so provocatively, with a more abundantly large bosom than any other woman in attendance.

"Wait here," commanded Aunt Eleanor sternly. Bill and Annie resumed their inspection of the items in the library, laughing and remarking over this or that item, lingering over the bear skull hanging on the wall. Soon, Aunt Eleanor returned. All she said was, "Come with me."

Bill and Annie were escorted to the parlor where Grandma Mabel was sitting, chatting with some relatives. She was wearing a housedress, her snowy-white hair up clipped up in a loose bun atop her head. Otherwise, for a 95 year old woman, she was very lovely. The lines of her former figure were still evident, what used to be called "bosomy." By all accounts, in her day, that figure of hers was purportedly famous among the men of Colorado.

One could easily envision Grandma Mabel as a beautiful young woman, since her green eyes were still clear and sparkling. Her face was very smooth and only creased lightly with wrinkles, and she still possessed the joy and winsome smile of the beautiful young girl that she obviously once was. In any case, one would not believe that Grandma was approaching one hundred years of age, since she looked to be decades younger, and beautifully well preserved at that.

Bill and Annie walked into the room and stood there smiling. Grandma Mabel looked up, her brow knitted in confusion, as she searched her failing memory to recall the couple. Then Annie spoke, this time with a southern accent similar to Bill's.

"Hello, Maybelle, darling!" she said sweetly.

Grandma Mabel gasped and her green eyes grew wide, as the bright rays of recognition dawned on her face. She stood up, grabbing her chair for support.

"Oh my heavens!" spoke my great-grandmother. "How can it be? Grandma Annie! Grandpa Bill! You've returned at last! Ohhh, after so many years! Come here now...."

Bill and Annie both went over and hugged my Grandma Mabel. The two women embraced in the traditional manner of our family, leaning forward shoulder-to-shoulder so that their enormous breasts hung down without pressing against each other. Grandma Mabel was weeping and sobbing, and Annie herself burst into tears. The two women held each other, crying in each other's arms.

"Oh Grandma Annie... oh, how I missed you, it's been so long since we've seen you."

The sight was utterly incongruous, for the old woman was speaking as a child to the young woman, and deferring to her as if she were her elder. Annie was weeping also, and held Grandma Mabel's head in her hand, stroking it with her fingers.

"Oh, my dearest Maybelle, indeed we have been gone so long. We have not forgotten you, honey. I wish we would have come back sooner."

At that, Grandma Mabel stood up straight and pulled away, gazing at Annie in astonishment.

"But... but look at you, Grannie! You've not aged a single day! You've not changed in any way at all...." At that she looked down at Annie's clothing. "Well, except in your manner of dress!"

Annie laughed.

"Ah, Maybelle, you might be surprised if only you knew how I prefer to dress! We often wore clothes like this upon Our Mountain, back when our children were small."

"Oh Grandma Annie, you might be surprised at what I know! But sit down, please, there is so much to talk about."

Aunt Eleanor had stood there fuming at this entire exchange, riled that her mother had welcomed these intruders, these charlatans. She now interjected, grabbing Annie's arm.

"Now you see here, young lady, I don't know who you think you are, but you have no business barging into our family party, dressed like a hussy no less, and presume to mislead my mother! She's very old and often is confused. I don't know what's the game you're playing, but you must leave at once!"

"Oh hush, you nasty little scamp," scolded Grandma Mabel. "That's no way to speak to your Grandma Annie! Don't you think I know my own grandmother, child? Do you suppose that I'm senile?"

The irony of the comment was tragic, for Grandma Mabel was indeed well up in years. Her mind had been slipping a great deal lately, and this appeared to be the latest incident. There was no way this young couple could be the grandparents of a woman nearly a hundred years old, but Grandma Mabel was the only one there who could not understand.

Yet Annie and Bill seemed very pleasant and acted sincerely glad to see Grandma Mabel. The whole family knew that Grandma had long missed her grandparents since their disappearance. Lately she had been pining away in the hope of somehow seeing Grandma Annie, and we were afraid she was starting to go downhill. Perhaps this Bill and Annie were actors hired to humor Grandma Mabel? Or maybe they were just a couple of kooks?

Whoever these people really were, there was no reason to believe they meant any harm. Everyone at the reunion was talking about them, and someone would get to the bottom of it before long. For the time being, Aunt Eleanor relented, so as to not greatly upset her elderly mother.

"Well, I suppose you can stay a little while, but I must insist that you change your clothes into something more appropriate. We do have standards for our family functions."

Annie stood there defiantly, looking straight at Aunt Eleanor, though addressing Grandma Mabel.

"Maybelle, has your child always been so impertinent? Perhaps you did not whip her enough when she was young?"

Utterly outraged, Aunt Eleanor retorted.

"Now you listen here, missy, you'll not get fresh with me, or I'll see you and your man thrown out on your rears!"

"That would be a highly unlikely outcome, I should think," replied Annie dryly. "Very well, we will change. We have extra clothing in our car."

What happened next defied belief. As Annie stood there, facing Aunt Eleanor eye to eye, suddenly her tits grew bigger! They just inflated, popping forward, like they were a pair of balloons! The tube top stretched and strained as Annie's gigantic boobs became even bigger, the creamy white flesh overflowing out of the top of the already-tight garment, the pink rims of her areolas becoming slightly exposed.

Annie's massive jugs pointed directly forward, and remained quivering. A defiant look was on Annie's face, as if she were challenging Aunt Eleanor to some sort of a duel. Everyone gasped at the sight, and a stunned hush fell over the room. Aunt Eleanor's eyes widened in an incredulous look of alarm, which quickly darkened into a fierce scowl.

"You can use the guest bedroom to change, the large room at the top of the staircase," sputtered Aunt Eleanor through gritted teeth, veins bulging from her temples.

"Thank you, we know the room very well. We will return shortly, Maybelle. It is so very wonderful to see you again, dear."

As they prepared to leave, Annie turned and said, "Eleanor, you remind me very much of my father," after which Bill and Annie left the room.

The Bedroom

Everyone in the family knew the bedroom at the top of the staircase. It was originally the master bedroom of William and Arianna Gillingham when they lived at the estate. Grandma Mabel has always kept it as her grandparents had left it, and the room was only used as a guest room for only the most special honored guests. The bedroom faced the front of the house and offered an excellent view of the cars parked all over the lawn. I wanted to keep watching Annie, and besides, I was curious to see what sort of car Bill and Annie were driving, so I ran up to the room to watch where they went.

Annie jiggled her way out the front door with her husband, shaking her plump little ass as she went. Bill put his arm around her again, and then reached down to give her a kiss. They seemed like such a loving, affectionate couple, and appeared to be genuinely nice people. I wished that Aunt Eleanor would not have been so hard on them, I certainly enjoyed having them at the party, especially her!

They walked up to a fire engine red '65 Mustang convertible, with California tags, in perfect mint condition. It was a classic muscle car, and probably had a 4-speed with a 289 V8 under the hood. A beautiful car for driving around with such a beautiful girl. Man, that guy Bill was the luckiest man in the world! They popped the trunk and removed a suitcase, more like an old-fashioned carpetbag, and headed back toward the house. Annie's excellent tits bounced along with each lively step, looking like they would both pop right out of that tight tube top any second.

I had to take a leak real bad, so I quickly jumped into the bathroom and did my business. I was just walking out when I heard voices in the hallway. It was Bill and Annie! They sure made it up the steps quickly! I didn't want to be found in the room, so I ducked into the closet, thinking I would hide until they were gone. I left the door open a crack so I wouldn't get locked in. What I saw next was the most memorable thing I've ever seen in my whole life.

Bill and Annie entered the room, laughing lightly. Annie looked around, eyes wide, mouth agape, with a look of sheer amazement upon her beautiful face.

"Oh William, darling!" spoke Annie, once again applying that crisp English accent. "Oh my wonderful man, look!"

"My Angel, the room is unchanged from when it was ours!" replied Bill, sharing Annie's wonder.

They walked about the room for a moment, looking at this and that, pointing to various things. Stepping over to look into the bathroom, Bill made a remark.

"Indoor plumbing! That certainly is an improvement!"

"My handsome husband!" exclaimed Annie, "Look at the dresser! It is the one you made for me upon Our Isle! That we kept at our cabin! All our old furniture, it is all still here! Oh, Maybelle has preserved our room in every respect!"

"Including the bed, My Voluptuous Vixen!" spoke Bill, with a suggestive tone to his voice.

"William! You sly fox!" replied Annie, teasingly. "We have no time for that now, My Very Potent Master! We must quickly return downstairs!"

"Then perhaps we should hurry, my beloved Arianna," soothed Bill, sliding his hands around her back, and drawing her close, compressing her gigantic tits against his chest. He inclined his face forward to kiss his gorgeous wife, which she returned with great eagerness, cradling his face in her hands. They stood there, sucking each other's mouths, their breathing becoming rapid and heavy.

Bill moved his hands all about Annie's back, and slid them down onto her butt, giving her cheeks a squeeze as he drew her hips strongly against his crotch. Annie mussed his hair with her hands, and moved them all about, down to his neck and shoulders and all around his back. Then Bill pulled his face away from hers and looked into her eyes, as she shined up at him with a blissful smile.

"Welcome home, my beautiful Arianna," spoke the man to the lovely girl.

Annie stroked her hands down onto Bill's arms, and drew them forward. She slid his hands off from her back and moved them forward, so that his hands grasped the sides of her wonderful tits. As Bill's hands cupped Annie's enormous jugs from alongside, she urged his hands to compress them together. When he did, she uttered a sigh of pleasure, her eyes fixed upon his. Bill massaged Annie's boobs through her tube top, and she responded enthusiastically, her head rolling back and all around, uttering deep sighs and moans.

At this point, I felt very ashamed for being there. I was not some sort of peeping tom, and felt terrible for invading their privacy like this. But nevertheless, the sight was captivating. Still being a virgin at 15, I had only seen some Playboys and had never seen an actual naked woman in the flesh. I never even saw a porno movie either, and only imagined the sights and sounds of a real live, moving, moaning, flesh-and-blood woman engaging in sex. However much I felt regret, I could not tear my eyes away from the captivating scene, and a huge monster boner swelled in my shorts such I never had before.

Bill was squeezing and fondling Annie's gigantic tits, and her moans grew more passionate and urgent. Then he reached his hands over the tops of those luscious jiggling spheres and slid his hands down under the tube top, along the sides of her huge tits. Annie was panting and groaning as Bill's hands pulled down the sides of the snug tube top, and then finally, her tits popped out.

A thrill shot through my heart at the sight of Annie's bare titties. Oh, they were so excellent, so much nicer than I could have ever imagined. As her tits came free of the tight top, her nipples sprung forward and quivered for a second. They were so incredible, so full and large, bigger than the size of a jawbreaker, soft knobs of tender flesh that just begged to be sucked. Such a beautiful shade of pink they were, and so soft and tender-looking, with smooth, shiny areolas. I could not believe Annie's gigantic tits, or those enormous, soft nipples at their tips. Bill pushed the tube top down all the way, unleashing Annie's sexy tits, and squeezed and played with the enormous jiggling pillows.

Annie was out of her head, and she just moaned and groaned ecstatically as Bill's hands played all around with her enormous jugs. Finally, Bill gathered up the tube top in his hands and pulled it upwards. Annie reached her arms up into the air so Bill could slide the tube top over her head. As the crumpled tube top was raised, it snagged on her enormous tits, lifting her gigantic mounds of flesh upwards.

As the garment came free, Annie's huge knockers fell down hard, bouncing and swinging all around. Annie's lovely tits were each larger than a basketball, and so incredibly soft-looking. I thought my cock would bust the zipper of my pants, it was so big and hard. I had to unzip my pants, just to relieve the pressure.

Now topless, Annie was the most incredible sight, and not even in my wettest dreams could I have imagined such a sexy girl. Oh, how soft and creamy she was all over, the smooth, pinkish-white skin on her back and tits matching that of her full thighs and calves. Each tiny curve of her sexy body, every minute fold and crease, was formed to perfection. Every subtle movement she made sent her gigantic tits swinging and jiggling around, like they were plump, full spheres of jello. I started stroking my dick at the sight, I just couldn't resist.

And those nipples! Those huge, soft, magnificent pink nipples! Oh, I wanted so bad to bust out and touch Annie's incredible tits, to hold them and to suck on them. But I knew that Bill would beat me to a bloody pulp if he knew I was there, lusting after his wife from behind the closet door. That's what I'd do, anyway, if I were him. The lucky bastard! To possess the most perfect woman in the world! But I couldn't hate the guy. Hell, I wanted to be him! I'd have given my right nut to be him for an hour, and have a chance to play with Annie's incredible tits!

Annie pulled frantically at Bill's shirt, which made her enormous tits swing all around. Soon his shirt was off, and what a hairy, burly guy he was. Bill was the opposite of Annie, who was so white and fair and creamy, while he was dark and dusky, his chest and arms covered with black hair, bulging with muscles.

Bill and Annie were fumbling with the buttons on each other's jeans, and Annie got his opened first. The sexy babe immediately dropped to her knees, which set her huge jugs bouncing every which way, shaking and quivering for a long time afterwards. Sliding her soft hands into his shorts, Annie pulled out the most gigantic cock I could ever imagine. In that moment, I knew my inadequacy, since Bill's big, thick cock looked to be over a foot long, and towered upwards from his jeans, compared to my puny little thing, which wasn't any longer than seven inches.

The beautiful Annie wasted no time swallowing that monster cock into her gorgeous mouth. Yes, my initial impression was true, because Annie really did have the perfect mouth for a blowjob, as I then witnessed. I wanted so bad to hate this guy Bill, because I wanted those beautiful lips to be all over my cock, and have Annie's tongue licking all about my own rock-hard rod. But she was clearly well accustomed to sucking on Bill's giant tubesteak, since she knew exactly what she was doing, giving him the exact pleasure he desired, at just the precise moment, like she had sucked his cock a million times before.

Bill reached his hands down and ran them through her hair as she sucked hard on his cock, and he moaned deeply as she made all sorts of sloppy slurping sounds all up and down his thick rod. Oh, wouldn't I love to have that gorgeous chick slurping all over my cock! Annie's tits jiggled and quivered as she gave him head, her lips and tongue giving her man her most loving and devoted attention. My eyes could not believe the sight of her enormous, soft, pink nipples, jiggling and quivering around, which made me choke the chicken faster and harder.

Finally, Bill raised Annie's head off his cock. This was the part I couldn't understand, because if I had such an incredibly sexy chick giving me the ultimate blowjob, I wouldn't stop her til I shot my load into her gorgeous mouth. But Bill smiled down at her and she smiled glowingly up at him.

"I love you, My Handsome William," spoke the vision of beauty.

"And I love you, My Vivacious Arianna," Bill replied.

Raising her head, Annie stood up, which set off another round of her tits bouncing and shaking all around. As they stared into each other's eyes, Bill grasped Annie's beautiful boobs again, and what happened next totally blew my mind. Annie's tits began to grow! As Bill squeezed and fondled and played with the massive jugs, they grew larger and larger in his hands! Annie's tits swelled bigger and bigger, and Bill pulled them close against his torso, rubbing them against his hairy chest.

Bill's hands squeezed all about the luscious globes, and his fingers sunk in deeply into the firm flesh as he massaged her magnificent titties. Annie gasped and groaned as her excellent tits swelled in Bill's hands. With each squeeze, Annie's nipples puffed out more and more, as if they were balloons. Her nipples stretched and strained, swelling outward and amazingly growing in size, and I was afraid they might pop. It seemed that Annie was in agony, but her moans and cries were ones of joy and pleasure, not pain.

Bill's hands were nearly lost within the supple flesh as Annie's boobs increased, and he kneaded them like two enormous piles of dough. As they stood there, Annie's tits swelled upward and over, as if they were spheres of bread rising. The tops of Annie's tits flowed over the sides of Bill's hands as they swelled bigger and bigger, the lower parts of her massive jugs drooping down below, hanging underneath from his hands. The pliable bags of flesh were quivering and jiggling as Bill's hands groped them all around, rubbing Annie's succulent nipples against his hairy chest.

This stimulation drove Annie crazy, and she moaned loudly as Bill squeezed and compressed her swelling tits, lifting them up and rubbing them together, and rolling them around against his chest. Annie grabbed his head and pulled it down to her, and then he pushed his face down into the depths of her soft cleavage. Bill's face was buried between her tits, which he nuzzled all around, driving Annie (and me) crazier by the moment.

By now, Annie's tits had grown to the size of beach balls, and each were maybe a foot and a half across. Annie's tits looked so tender and soft, and Bill's hands were buried deeply in the pliable flesh, so that the sides of her tits were sagging heavily over the tops of Bill's hands. Annie's nipples looked so smooth and shiny as they stretched and expanded. The soft knobs looked to be about the size of an orange, but smoother than silk, and gently creased all over with subtle lines, and slightly indented in the middle.

Annie's areolas were about the size of a frisbee, and were very shiny, as if they were dipped in oil. I watched as Annie's succulent nipples grew bigger, and could not comprehend how they could increase before my eyes, jiggling with each squeeze of Bill's hands. So big had Annie's gigantic jugs inflated that Bill did not even need to bend over, but just raised the soft mounds to his head and leaned his face between the heavenly pillows of flesh that he cradled in his arms, while rubbing her nipples among the forest of his chest hair.

Annie was out of her head with gasping and moaning, and I couldn't believe that Aunt Eleanor didn't hear her carrying on all the way downstairs. Annie was completely turned on, her sensual intensity escalating with each new way that Bill played with her tits. As she held his head into her ample cleavage, her eyes shut and her mouth opened, and more urgent screams and cries flew out. She moved her hips up against Bill's crotch and rubbed them around, raising a leg to wrap around the back of Bill's.

Bill then raised his head, and, holding Annie's tits from underneath, slid his tongue all over a gigantic boob, until it slobbered over to her puffed-out nipple. Annie screamed again as Bill swallowed the bloated pink tip into his mouth. I could not believe that no one heard Annie as she made so much noise, grunting and moaning as Bill sucked her nipple. Another fervent grunt, and then Annie's other nipple started squirting milk!

A light spray spurted out, with dribbles flowing down her tit, and dripping off its smooth round bottom onto the rug. Bill grabbed up the leaking tit and squeezed both glorious jugs together, so that a spray squirted from both swollen nipples into his face. Bill sucked both puffy nipples into his mouth, and Annie let out another explosive grunt. It seemed she was cumming just from Bill sucking on her tits! I was jerking my cock so fast, and I don't know why I didn't blow my own load right there.

At this, Bill released Annie's gorgeous tits, and steady streams of milk flowed down the sweet curves of her enormous bags of flesh. Annie's tits hung so far down, all the way past her hips, and were still expanding, growing bigger in diameter and sagging down lower. Bill fiddled with the button on Annie's shorts, and then pushed his hands inside, over her ripe butt, and gave the cheeks several good squeezes, sliding the tight jeans off her hips. The shorts fell to her ankles, and now Annie was finally naked.

Pink perfection marked every inch of her flawless skin, and I was in utter disbelief at the raw, unadulterated gorgeousness of every tiny aspect of this sexy goddess. Each little fold, every tiny contour was formed to add to her allure. As she moved about, I was able to see that Annie had no hair at all on her pussy. Her snatch was as pink and hairless as the rest of her excellent skin, with two full pussy lips bulged out at the top of her thighs.

Annie's pussy looked so clean and fresh and sexy, for a moment I forgot all about her gigantic, sexy tits, and only wanted to slide my tongue between those fat, juicy pussy lips, and explore all around. But that was only for a moment, and then my eyes were drawn back to her gigantic tits, tipped with the soft pink knobs of her nipples. Damn! Annie's nipples were each large enough to fit into my cupped hand, and her tits were gigantic enough to fill a wheelbarrow.

The entire scene of Annie's perfect pink curves, and her enormous pink-tipped titties was almost more than I could bear. It was agony to just sit there and look at such massive jugs, unable to reach out and touch the wonderful tender flesh. Annie seemed like she was in a daze, lightly groaning, and resting her head on Bills' shoulder as she slid his shorts off the rest of the way from his legs. She leaned her supple body into Bill's, so that her gigantic tits flattened against his chest and extruded from the sides. Bill held her body close, his hands gliding all about her back and squeezing her soft form.

Bill's cock had somehow grown even bigger, and extended up his chest to his breastbone, almost two feet above his crotch! The thick tube of meat looked like a salami, hanging from the rack at the deli. Then Bill reached down and scooped Annie up in his big arms. Her eyes snapped open and she lovingly gazed at him. As she was held in Bill's arms, I caught another view of her excellent pussy, and could see the thick folds of her inner lips reaching downward from between the outer lips, like crinkled flower petals, as Bill set her upon the bed.

Annie kissed Bill as they rolled around on top of the bed. Annie rolled Bill onto his back, and dangled her jumbo-sized jugs into his face. I'd have killed to have that view! Annie teased and played at Bill's face with her tits, brushing them all around his eyes and nose and lips, leaking drops of milk all around. I was rubbing my cock raw, but somehow it still didn't cum, but it felt better than any other time of jacking off.

Bill grabbed Annie's tits and again sucked both nipples into his mouth. She moaned and groaned some more as he sucked her tits, and her head rolling an thrashing around. Annie's soft, fluffy hair hung down into Bill's face and glided all around as her head rolled. Annie's pink hips were rubbing against Bill's crotch, so that she stroked her excellent pussy against his gigantic cock, moaning and groaning and grunting all the more.

Annie started kissing Bill's face, and moved down to his neck, and then onto his chest. Annie pulled her tits free from Bill's mouth as her face moved downward. Bill resisted, still trying to suck on Annie's nipples as she pulled them away. But he got over it when Annie's kisses went down his chest and made it to his cock, and she went down on him again. I'm amazed that the gorgeous girl got so much of that thick meatloaf into her mouth, because most of that big, fat, two-foot-long sausage disappeared between her lips.

It was Bill's turn to moan and groan. However it was that Annie got so much of that thick cock into her mouth, she knew exactly what she wanted to do. Bill ran his fingers through Annie's thick hair as her mouth sucked hard on his cock. Annie's head bobbed back and forth on that enormous dick, her swollen nipples jiggling as her tits bounced. Though I was choking my own cock with my hand, it somehow felt like it might have been Annie's sweet, wet mouth lashing about on it.

Oh man! Wow, did that feel so excellent! My cock felt so big in my hand! It felt as big as Bill's huge salami! I started using the other hand too, and I still couldn't wrap my fingers around it! That soft, wet feeling on my cock conspired with that excellent view of Annie's huge jugs and her soft pink nipples, all bouncing and jiggling around... I couldn't possibly be more turned on.

Annie's tits were too much for me and I could take no more, and finally a fountain of cum exploded from my cock. I blew my biggest load ever, and it felt like a gallon of jiz was squirting out of my dick. In that same moment, Bill's body shuddered and convulsed, as he came himself, a satisfied hum purring from Annie's mouth. My cock squirted off shot after shot, cumming like never before, and I heard Annie gulp in unison while her mouth sucked on Bill's cock. I couldn't explain how, but it felt like Annie was somehow sucking me off too, even though I was across the room! Cum spurted out of my dick again and again as Annie gulped down, and my legs were jerking from the explosive release.

I lay there, unable to move, and after a moment, looked out the door again. The gorgeous chick opened her mouth, and thick, sticky spiderwebs of gooey cum stretched from Bill's cock to her mouth. A sloppy white circle of jiz was all around Annie's lips. Then she turned her face toward the closet where I sat, as she licked the white globs from her man's big thick cock, and it was like she looked right at me! She smiled sexily as she licked up the dribbles on Bill's cock, and then she winked right at me! I was stunned and shocked! This gorgeous girl Annie somehow knew I was there, and it was like she somehow gave me a blowjob too!

Annie looked right at me from the bed, smiling a sexy smile at me as her tongue licked away at the stray globs of cum from around her lips and Bill's cock. I don't know how it could have happened, but somehow, my load was gone! It wasn't on my hands or my clothes, and I couldn't find it splattered on anything in the closet, even when I looked later. Also, my cock felt wet, like saliva, though it was only in my hands the whole time. Annie looked at me again, and giggled a sexy little laugh, licking cum from her fingers, and then she turned away her gaze and started speaking to Bill.

"Oh William, that was wonderful! There was so much more of your potent seed that usual!"

"Indeed, my beloved," replied her husband, "my own sensation was doubled, as if I somehow had two cocks, and you were sucking them both at the same time."

At this Annie laughed knowingly, as Bill extended his fingers again into Annie's golden-brown hair, and Annie turned my way again, flashing me another wink and a smile. There was something completely magical about that girl! She then kissed Bill sweetly, and did not regard me again. Annie extended her body atop Bill's so that her enormous tits lay alongside his chest, and she rested her lovely head on his shoulder.

"William, we really should dress quickly and return downstairs."

"Oh! Yes, My Love! We certainly got carried away! Yes, let us make haste!"

Bill and Annie sat up, and her gigantic weather balloon tits fell forward, and lay there jiggling in her lap. Bill rolled off the far side of the bed and Annie scooted to the near side, offering a view of her massive jugs hanging over as she stood up, the gigantic boobs swinging and swaying all around with every little movement. I held my limp dick in my hands, wishing it would get hard again so that I could jack off one more time at the arousing sight of Annie's sweet titties.

Annie walked to the end of the bed, her tits bouncing along, where she met Bill. She kissed him again, and I wondered what she was going to wear to hide those moon-sized tits. Bill slid his hands over them, raised them up, and kissed each nipple, a sad look on his face as he lowered them again. Then I saw another unbelievable sight! Somehow, Annie's tits began to shrink again, before my eyes!

It was like the chick could just think and change the size of her tits, through sheer will power. Like a pair of deflating balloons, Annie's tits rose up from her waist as they shrank, going from something like a size ZZZ-cup to a cup size somewhere closer to the middle of the alphabet, back to their abnormally normal watermelon size. Like Bill, I felt sad myself. It seemed like a crime that such spectacular titties should become smaller.

I wondered at this "super power" that Annie possessed, to make her tits become big or small whenever she wanted. I briefly noticed that Bill must have the same power, since his dick had shrunk, and was hanging "only" about halfway to his knees, and much thinner in girth.

Bill and Annie washed up in the bathroom, and then Annie jiggled her boobs over to the carpet bag and removed a pair of blue jeans. But these were very different looking jeans than any pair I had ever seen, since the cut of the cloth, the pockets, waistband and seams appeared very different. Even the blue denim fabric looked different, heavy canvas like some kind of tent material, though very faded and broken in. I was bummed out when Annie stepped one luscious leg and then the other into the jeans, and hoisted them over her plump, creamy thighs, fastening buttons instead of a zipper for a fly, and buttoning them at the waist.

It was curious to me that neither Bill or Annie wore any sort of underwear. Just a shirt and pants for each of them. They probably don't make a bra big enough for those double zeppelins of Annie's anyway. Annie removed a cotton blouse from the carpet bag, and I was extremely bummed out when she put it on. The blouse had long, puffy sleeves and a flouncy, oversized collar, being yellowed as though it were very old. I said goodbye to Annie's creamy tits as she buttoned up the front, hiding her nipples from me forever. The blouse was made of thick enough material so as to not be "see-through."

Annie slipped on her Dr. Scholl's sandals again, while she clipped up her luxurious long hair modestly atop her head. Soon she and Bill were dressed. He was also dressed in the same peculiar style of jeans, an old fashioned white shirt with no collar, and a leather vest. Between the two of them, they had a style that was a combination of hippie chic and the American Old West. Now modestly attired, Bill and Annie put their other clothes back into the carpet bag, and made to leave the room.

As she was walking out the door, Annie looked back at the closet, and shot me another wink and a smile. The memory of this amazing experience met my masturbational needs for the remainder of my adolescence. After seeing Annie's incredible expanding tits, live in the flesh, and receiving from her a virtual blowjob, looking at Playboys held no fascination at all. It was only when Diana and I received our own love melons on our honeymoon that we started making memories with Diana's own expanding titties!

Back in the Parlor

After Bill and Annie left the room and their footsteps receded down the stairs, I got up, zipped up my dick and inspected the closet. Finding nothing to clean up, I went to the bathroom sink to wash my hands. I noticed that Bill and Annie left the bedcovers messed up, along with some goopy mess on the bed. Maybe they were leaving a surprise for Aunt Eleanor, so that she would know what they did. I quietly tiptoed out of the room, checking that the coast was clear, and made my way around the back stairway, and came up again from behind to the parlor.

Grandma Mabel was seated in her chair, and Bill and Annie were next to her on the love seat, which was an appropriate place for them to be. They were all chatting lightly as I entered the room. Several aunts, uncles, and older cousins were in the room, all from Grandma Mabel's side. Aunt Eleanor was not in attendance, since she was probably off soomewhere, ruining someone else's day. I sat down in an inconspicuous corner, and Bill and Annie looked my way. Annie flashed me another sexy smile, and Bill looked at her and then me with a perturbed expression on his face, as if he suspected something was not right between his wife and me.

"Grandma Annie, Grandpa Bill, this is my daughter Edith and her husband Fred, and my son Frank and his wife Edna. This is Frank and Edna's son Rob with his wife Marge, and that's my great-grandson Bob over there in the corner. He's a nice boy, and has been staying with me this summer."

"Yes, Maybelle, we have already met Bob," spoke Annie, offering me another sweet smile.

"Excuse me," said my cousin Denise, who was only a few years older than me, addressing Bill and Annie, "but where did you get those blue jeans? They look very different."

"Oh, these old things?" chirped Annie, "William and I received them as gifts from our friend, Mr. Levi Strauss in San Francisco. He sent along several pairs when he first invented them. We don't wear them that often, but we have had them for a very long time."

Denise looked puzzled by that reply, but she just nodded and said no more. Grandma Mabel started in with the conversation, getting straight to the point.

"Grandma Annie, you must tell me, what happened to you? Where have you been for so long?"

"Oh Maybelle, it's quite a story, and would take some time to tell. We wrote to you for many years, telling you of our travels. You recall that we were in England, where we met with the Queen. Then we sailed about the globe, locating to the South Pacific. After that, we never received any more of your letters in return. We tried for years, and I wrote to you of our life on Our New Isle, but I suspected the mails did not go through."

"I wrote you too, for a very long time," replied Grandma Mabel, "but never got your letters either. Yes, there must have been a problem with the mails. Oh, what a shame!"

"It is indeed, honey," spoke Annie, "and then there were those nasty world wars, and all the other unpleasantness of those years. Communications and travel really were very difficult for a long while there, particularly from our remote location. But please understand that time simply gets away from us after so many years. Perhaps you can imagine?"

"Oh, yes indeedy, Grannie, I surely can! Why, at my age, a year flies by like it was a week. I can just imagine how it must pass for you and Grampie!

"But tell me, Grandma Annie, how are you both here now, and still looking so youthful? I gave up believing years ago that I would ever see you again, yet here you are, and not looking a day older than you did in 1895! Why, even then, people always thought you and I were sisters, and no one outside the family could believe that you both were actually my grandparents. But now I'm the one who looks like your grandmother!"

At this, all the relatives seated began to murmur among themselves. A crowd of relatives had been trickling into the room, and now many people were gathered to hear the stories of our party crashers. Grandma Annie and Grandpa Bill were legendary for looking younger than their years, but everyone just assumed that they must have just been well preserved for grandparents in their 70s. None of the family really believed that they could have actually looked like a young couple.

No one currently alive remembered them besides Grandma Mabel, and since her grandparents always avoided being photographed, besides those sepia portraits from 1853, there was nothing to compare. Other than the failing memory of my great-grandmother, there was no evidence to support the notion that this couple might somehow actually be the real William and Arianna Gillingham. But now, the family members began to wonder if such strange things might be possible. After all, thanks to the melon, strange things have been commonplace in our family, why not this as well? Grandma Mabel continued.

"Really Grannie, you and Grandpa Bill would be around 150 years old by now. How is this possible? How can you really be here, still looking like a couple of teenagers?"

"Hush! Bite your tongue, my dear!" exclaimed Annie. "Your grandfather and I never discuss such arithmetic! But has it truly been so long? My, you children have no idea how time flies for us, really."

"Maybelle, I do not believe that I currently look like a youth," spoke Bill. He was a quiet guy, and it was clear that his wife was much chattier than him, and that he was content to sit back and let her do most of the talking.

"As you can see," Bill continued, "my hair is streaked with gray at the moment. But this may change, as it has done in the past."

"Oh, indeed," teased Annie, "You look very distinguished for a man of your years! Maybelle, your grandfather's hair has gone gray several times over the years, but always grows dark again. But Maybelle darling, you should know that we owe our extended youthfulness to the melon."

"Hmmm..." pondered Grandma Mabel, "I do recall Auntie Angelica explaining about that to me many years ago, when I took over from you as keeper of the melon. But most couples in the family have enjoyed the melon over the years, and while the more... hmph... obvious effects are evident, no one else has seen the sands of time halt for them as they have for you."

"Well dear," replied Annie, "we had eaten a great deal of the melon before the age of thirty, and it was a daily staple in our diet during our nine years upon Our Isle. There was never enough melon for even our own children to eat of it daily as did we. But it is indeed clear from walking about at this party that the women in this family surely are a buxom lot! I would imagine similar endowments for the men!"

At this, a blush rose to the cheeks of the older women, and nervous titters of laughter were heard among the younger members of the audience. I didn't understand the meaning of these remarks, since I was not yet initiated into the family secret of the melon, though I was to learn a great deal that day.

"Maybelle, my sweet," spoke Bill, "President Jefferson still lived at Monticello in the year of my birth in Virginia. Now this year next is the American Bicentennial, so soon already. A great many years have surely passed for us, and you all cannot imagine the changes we have observed in our time. We have also learned a great many things of the melon and its properties. In fact, over the years we have hired teams of scientists to study it.

"It appears that the melon causes a culture of tissue to grow rapidly in the private parts, producing the enlargement. This tissue is composed of some sort of undifferentiated type of cells that migrate throughout the body during the night, causing the parts shrink to their normal size while one sleeps. One of our researchers has tentatively dubbed these 'stem cells.' These migrating stem cells become impregnated into the existing tissues, causing a fresh culture of young tissue to grow, replacing the older tissue.

"To explain concisely, following the expansion of our parts, the melon causes the individual to literally grow a new body, from the inside out. In this way, youth is constantly renewed, as the body is continually replenished with young cells, so that cellular senescence never takes hold. Essentially, it is the fountain of youth!

"Another of the benefits of the melon is the maintenance of good health, due to quickly curing any disease or infection, and rapid regeneration of damaged tissue, resulting in accelerated healing from injury. We've observed that even scar tissue is eliminated over a period of time. However, as a drawback, the tissue replacement of the melon prevents the establishment of the female cycle of fertility. For this reason, my wife was unable to conceive children while regularly consuming the melon, during the years upon Our Isle."

"Oh, listen to My Quiet Genius ramble on!" chimed in Annie. "He will hold forth all day if you allow him, you know! I do not understand all these myriad facts of science, but as I have said from the beginning, the melon is simply enchanted!"

Upon hearing this, Uncle Fred chipped in.

"I'm an engineer, and follow what you're saying, Bill, but we've all eaten the melon from time to time. Even though it has made our wives stunningly gorgeous and added a lot of spice to our marriages, we've all still gotten older. I'm afraid I'm skeptical of your story."

"Well..." started Bill, "there are other factors involved. For one thing, we've concluded that one must be an adolescent when first eating the melon, not yet fully mature. For another, the melon must be eaten as a regular dietary staple for a considerable time... nine years in our case.... in order to significantly extend longevity. None others save us have been blessed with such an opportunity. Then there's another factor, which modesty and decorum cause me to withhold from telling."

"Um, yes indeed," spoke Annie, "I do not believe that we can discuss that in mixed company. Perhaps another time. But Maybelle, there is a thing I must ask of you. Would it be possible to obtain certain articles from the family vault? We have a hidden chamber that was well-concealed, in which we kept our very most personal items, things that should never be seen by other prying eyes."

" Oh dear," worried Grandma Mabel. "I'm afraid we've already opened that chamber, long since, many years ago."

At this, both Bill and Annie appeared extremely alarmed, and sat straight up in the seat.

"What?" they spoke together.

" Yes, Grannie and Grampie. We've read your journals. The whole family has read them. I must tell you though, they are very popular!"

Bill and Annie's jaws dropped, and their eyes opened as wide as saucers. They looked around the room at all the faces of the married couples, these and many more of whom had all read their very most intimate experiences recorded in their journals. A bright red blush rose to Annie's cheeks, and she covered her face in shame. Bill wore a look of controlled anger upon his face.

"Maybelle...." Bill muttered angrily, "those were our most private secrets, for only Arianna and myself to share. You had no right to read those journals, let alone share them with the other children."

The entire gathered assembly was stunned at their reaction. Bill and Annie were certainly struck by this revelation, and they were clearly not acting. Whoever they really were, their demeanor and sincerity lent strength to their claim, and it seemed that some family members were starting to wonder whether they really might be the real William and Arianna Gillingham, somehow returned from the dead, their youth preserved timelessly.

"Oh, I'm so sorry, Grampie! We found them in 1927, quite by accident. I had been living in this house for many years, since you both had disappeared long before. You would have both been over one hundred years old by that time, and well... I believed you were gone forever!"

Grandma Mabel began to cry, so sorry that she had upset these people who she believed were her grandparents. Annie came over to hug her, and both women again cried together.

"Maybelle, so you have read from my Sea Journal? And of Grandpa's 'Story of Our Homecoming'? And his 'Tale of Our Mountain'? All the intimate details contained therein, of our most private and personal relations? I shudder to ask, but have you also seen Grandpa's sketchbook?"

"Yes Grandma Annie, all of those things. But please understand that the whole family has been inspired by your wonderful romance, and by your... uh... lively relations... that we have all sought to emulate your loving example. The tales of your great love, and your mutually submissive devotion, have been a model for the rest of us to follow, and have resulted in many a long and happy marriage.... assisted by the melon, of course, as often as anyone has been able to partake."

Annie and Bill seemed somewhat comforted by this news, but were still greatly embarrassed by the revelation of their personal intimacy.

Grandma Mabel continued, "We have even made printed copies of your journals to distribute to our young couples as wedding gifts, to accompany the gift of the melons. Your journals have been a type of instruction manual for marital relations, and many of us have sought to put your loving techniques into practice."

Annie laughed at hearing this, though she continued to blush brightly, and shrunk back into the loveseat, as if she wished to hide herself behind the cushions.

"Well... I trust you children are all a randy lot, then!" spoke Annie, bashfully.

"Indeed we are, Grannie, at least until whatever age that we still retain the strength for such lively relations! Here, please take a copy for yourselves, if that is acceptable. We hope you would allow me to keep the originals as a family treasure, for posterity."

Grandma Mabel handed the copy to Bill and Annie, who opened its pages and turned to the beginning. At the first page after the introduction, they both gasped in unison.

"'The Tale of Our Isle'!" exclaimed Annie. "How can this be? Oh look, William, look at the first line! 'It is a fantastical tale, one I scarce believe myself, of the Isle and our experiences thereon.' Oh, and look through the pages, My King, illustrated with drawings from your sketchbook! I do not know whether to laugh or cry!"

"Indeed, My Lovely Vision," replied Bill, with uncharacteristic enthusiasm, "I so often reflected in my mind, struggling to recall exactly which words that I had written. But I certainly was a terrible artist in those days, was I not? These scribblings do not even come close to capturing your true beauty, My Venus. Maybelle, however did you acquire my journal? It was left behind on Our Isle long ago and has been lost to us ever since."

"That was my contribution to the family," chipped in Uncle Fred. "I discovered it with my Marine unit during a routine minesweeping operation, on a Pacific island. That was in 1945, just after the Big War. The book was in a metal-lined box, buried deep in the sand at the bottom of a hillside, in a location removed from the beach. You can believe that Mabel here was real happy to welcome me into the family when I brought that home!"

"Oh, thank you, Fred!" gushed Annie, brightly. "You have no idea how much it means to us to be able to read this story again! It has been so many years. We sought for it for a long time, traveling from island to island in our yacht, but could not find the location of Our Isle. Please tell us, what was it like when you were there?"

"Nothing like the description from the journals, I'm afraid." said Fred. "For one thing, there was no volcano or hillside, but instead just a blasted crater, partially filled with water. There was some sparse growth and a few palm trees, but the island was mostly desolate. There were no melons either!"

"And no butterflies?" inquired Annie.

"No, I'm afraid not," replied Fred.

"Oh, my poor little butterflies! I am so sorry for them! William, I am now so glad we never found Our Isle. It would have broken my heart to see our former home in such a shambles. *Sigh*....

"Maybelle, thank you so very much for this copy of our journals. We cannot wait to be alone with it after so long, can we William?"

Annie gave Bill an alluring smile, which he returned, and I was able to imagine what would go down as soon they were alone with that book.

"Well!" sighed Annie, "I suppose we are now stripped naked before you all, in a manner of speaking, seeing that you all know our most intimate details. I'm afraid that puts us at a disadvantage! I wish we now knew some more about all of you!"

Grandma Mabel replied, "I would love to share some juicy stories with you, Grandma, but I still can't help wondering of the secret of how you are both still so young."

Bill humphed, and then said, "Well, seems that you are all now so privy to the minute details of all the fucking and sucking that Arianna and I did in our youth, so there's no harm in revealing the details of our other discoveries of the melon's properties."

"WILLIAM!" exclaimed Annie, astonished. "How can you speak so? Have you no manners at all? We are in polite company, not alone in our bedchamber!"

"Certainly, My Beauty, but that door has been thrown wide open, so to speak, has it not? We might as well share with these children the remainder of the explanation."

At this, Annie withered like a flower in the hot sun, and seemed to curl into a ball on the loveseat. I did notice throughout the visit that Annie and Bill referred to just about everyone as "children." If they really were our 150-year-old forebears, their youth preserved beyond their natural years, then it made sense that everyone in the world would seem to be children to them. Bill continued then with his explanation.

"I surely have loved suckling upon my wife's enormously swelling teats, and she hungers for sucking upon my monstrously enlarged cock. But in spite of the erotic love that we share, we've learned that, in the melon-altered state, the woman's lactation and the man's semen produce a hormonal effect of fully activating the stem cells that impregnate the tissues within the other spouse, but only when these bodily fluids are orally ingested."

Murmurs of disgust went out from some of the women in the crowd. At the time, I didn't understand what Bill was talking about, all this talk about some kind of a melon and swelling sexual parts. However, it was clear that swallowing cum was not something that the majority of the women in the family were not keen on doing, even if the benefit of increased longevity might be obtained.

"While under the influence of the melon, suckling the torrent of sweet milk from Arianna's tremendous teats has preserved my youth, just as swallowing the copious flow of the seed from my engorged cock has maintained hers. During the years of our absence, we have managed to replenish our melon crop upon Our New Isle and once again eat freely of the melon as a dietary staple. Not only has this preserved our youth, but over the years, this practice has endowed us with certain other abilities outside the realm of normal experience."

Like allowing Annie to grow and shrink her gigantic tits at will, I thought, and also being able to give me a telepathic blowjob from across the room, while simultaneously giving a real blowjob to her husband! I was really beginning to believe that these two actually were who they said they were, the real William and Arianna Gillingham, still alive with their youth preserved after 150 years of life, thanks to the miraculous melon.

The entire party sat there in stunned silence, both because of the frank sexual talk and at pondering the possibilities. It appeared that everyone was tossed in their minds, wondering whether to believe this outrageous story, or go with their better judgment and dismiss the whole thing. I understood years later that many of my female relatives would balk at the idea of performing oral sex on their spouse, especially the part about swallowing. Yet they all had eaten of the melon, and most of the women had grown gigantic tits, so everyone had to admit that strange things certainly were possible in this family, and that their skepticism would only take them so far.

For many, the idea that they were sitting down in the same room with the legendary Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie, the castaways of Our Isle, the hermit pioneers of Old Colorado, was too much for their cynical adult minds to accept. My parents were away and I was staying with Grandma Mabel for the summer, otherwise I expect they would have sent me out. So I got to stay and hear the erotic stories told that afternoon in the company of our unusual visitors.

Grandma Mabel's Tale

"Well Grandpa Bill, I wish we could have known all that when I was a young girl, because James and I certainly would have loved to give it a try. We were pretty lively lovers in our day, you know!

"Mother, please don't start this again...." began Aunt Edith, who had apparently heard this story before and didn't wish to hear any further intimate details of her parents' sex lives.

"Oh now, you hush, girl!" scolded Grandma, "If you don't want to hear, you can just leave!" With that, Auntie kept quiet.

"Please continue, Maybelle," spoke Annie, with great interest. "James was such a fine boy, and the very image of his grandfather, Captain Bob. He was the apple of his Grandmother Millie's eye, just as you were of mine. She and I were so happy that you children fell in love."

"Oh Grandma Annie, I wanted so badly to confide in you about our honeymoon, and to hear your marriage advice. You and I did so much together when I was young, you were more like a ladyfriend to me than a grandmother (even though the young men thought we were sisters!) I somehow knew that a lusty heart beat under your ample bosom, even though you never let on, and that you could be my confidante.

"But then you went off to England, and from there traveled across the world, finally disappearing. Oh, my heart was broken! I was so overjoyed years later to discover your sexy journals! It was like you returned to speak to me from across the years. My suspicions of you were borne out! (But my my, I could have no idea just what a bawdy little trollop you were when you were alone with your man!)

"Your tales have been such a comfort to me over the years in your absence. From them, I learned how to treat my man, and he learned how to care for me, as we explored every erotic frontier with the melon. And so we did 'til James passed away seven years ago. (But I don't mind telling you, he died in his sleep right after we made whoopie! Not a bad thing for an 88 year old man!)

"I am so sorry, Maybelle," spoke Annie, "Had I only known you felt so strongly, perhaps we could have arranged to return home to visit now and then."

"Grandma Annie," said my great-grandmother, "why did you leave for good and never return? Didn't you know how much I loved you?"

"Oh Maybelle, it was never because of you...." began Annie, pausing to wipe a tear from her eye before continuing.

"Honey, how could you know how it was for us? To live agelessly among our aging children? Though we had raised fourteen children, we had already lost three by that time. It was sad enough that our daughters died giving birth, but when our Albert perished with Custer at Little Big Horn...."

"I never approved of that boy joining the United States Army," interjected Bill. "Our family had friends and relations amongst the Indians, and the Army was engaged in continual warfare with our red brothers and sisters...."

"Yes William, so we have discussed many times. But then also losing our dear friends Waterman and Mimosa, seeing our beloved friends Bob and Millie become elderly and infirm, while we remained a couple of lively youths... well, it was simply not natural.

"We watched our other children age so that they appeared as our parents. Thus did it cause our remaining daughters to grow so aloof toward me. Why, our tempestuous Angelica refused to even speak with me as the years drew on. How our girls must have resented having a mother that still turned the boys' heads, years after any heads turned for them? For me to still appear as a maiden when they became matrons, and appearing as a contemporary with my own granddaughter?

"No, my dear Maybelle, we could not remain on hand to observe our own children grow old and pass. Trust that we mourn each of them daily. I was devastated to learn of the passing of your father, our son Will, whilst we abode in England. Understand that we could not remain on hand and endure burying all our own children. What mother could bear that?

"But you yourself, sweet Maybelle... you would have resented me in time, as your own youth began to wane, and your daughters grew and blossomed with youthful beauty, whilst I remained changeless. And your daughters themselves would have felt the same as they grew old in turn, and then their daughters after them."

The older women, especially my Aunt Edith, appeared reflective at the great wisdom of these remarks, the flower of her own youth long since passed. It seemed she herself pondered a reality in which she might have grown up and then grown old alongside an ageless great-grandmother.

"No, we needed to depart indeed, and pass out from our children's lives, as befits the order of things. After we left, trust that we mourned bitterly the loss of our family. But recall that we did spend an entire year beforehand visiting our family and celebrating the love of our children, as a way of saying an extended goodbye before we departed."

"Yes Grannie, I do recall that, though I did not understand your motive at the time," said Grandma Mabel, dabbing her eyes with her hanky, remembering again her departed relatives from the other end of her lifetime.

"Besides..." said Annie confidentially, with a much brighter mood, as she leaned toward Grandma Mabel. "I wished so very badly to be alone, utterly alone, once again with your grandfather, My Handsome William! Oh, the stories we could tell! But please dear, you wished to tell me a tale of your own?"

Grandma Mabel dried her eyes and smiled brightly, looking off in the distance as the memories of her youngest days came rushing back to her.

"Oh yes ma'am, I surely do want to hear of your adventures, but I have waited nearly 80 years to tell you this one of my own, the story of our honeymoon! Such a time did we have, for which I have you to thank, Grandma Annie!

"As you know, James and I grew up together, and I don't remember a time without him. Our parents were the best of friends, as were you and Grampie with his grandparents. It only seemed natural that these families should culminate in our union. Especially so seeing as I looked so much like you, and James so closely resembled his Grandpa Bob. As you recall, our wedding was a beautiful affair, and we kissed you goodbye at the reception, since we were commencing our honeymoon as you were leaving on your voyage to England.

"Grannie, I must tell you that I was so terribly bashful on our wedding night! There we were, I in my wedding dress, and my handsome James in his coat and tails, sitting upon our wedding bed. Why, we were both sixteen years old, and desired each other greatly, but I simply could not go through with it! I weeped and wailed and begged his forgiveness, but my knees were knocking and my hands trembling something fierce! But my man proved the depth of his great love for me, for he simply kissed me goodnight, closed the door behind himself, and slept on the couch!"

Everyone in the room sat in rapt attention, most of whom never having heard this story before. All heads were gazing about at the wedding portraits of Grandpa Jim and Grandma Mabel that hung on the walls of the room. The sepia photographs showed a handsome young man in a top hat and tuxedo, of the style of 1896, accompanied by his blushing bride, a shy and demur girl with beautiful big eyes, a thick mass of golden hair, and an extremely buxom figure, bearing a remarkable resemblance to Annie.

"Well! We awoke that morning and don't you know I felt simply horrible about it all! Why, what sort of wife was I anyway, to not be with my man on our wedding night? I sought to make amends, and cooked James his first breakfast as my husband, and then we rode in his father's horseless carriage to here, your house! You had just left for your trip, and we were to mind the house for a couple months in your absence. Naturally, we never ended up leaving, since you never came back, least not til this very day!

"Anyhow, James carried in my bags, and then he carried me over the threshold. How romantic it was! I thought we would start the day with a stroll about your lovely grounds, and enjoy a fruit brunch in our favorite place. Then, sometime during the day, we could come back to the house, and then.... well, you know!

"So I packed the picnic basket before we set out. Well! Don't you know that I included a couple of those melons that you gave us! My parents sent the basket along to us from you. All your note mentioned was that we should eat them early in the day during our honeymoon, and not to be around others for that whole entire day! Of course you knew that we'd have no idea what would happen next!

"So we strolled through these lovely grounds, hand in hand, and hiked up along the hillside, by the grove, the most secluded site on the property, where we would sometimes picnic with our family while we were courting. It was there that I spread out a blanket for my man, that we might enjoy the picnic brunch.

"James looked so very dapper in his coat, and he told me how pretty I looked in my big frilly dress. We sat down upon the blanket, and he moved to cuddle next to me. Well now, don't you know that I was too bashful even to cuddle! This was a turnabout, since during our courtship, it was me who wanted to cuddle and James who was shy and reluctant. But now that we were man and wife, he was much more forward, but I was positively afrighted at the thought of being 'in a married way' with him!

"So James sat a comfortable distance nearby and said, 'Mabel, honey, you are so pretty.' Such flattering words would always bring a blush and a smile to my face. Then he removed his top hat, and asked if he might remove my big droopy coif. I allowed that he do so, and there we sat, under the cool shade of Our Tree, with our heads uncovered! Out-of-doors no less!

"Then James asked if he might remove his boots! Why, we had run around together as barefoot children from the time we were babes, but oh, this was an entirely different matter! Then he asked if he might remove MY boots for me! Oh, this made my heart all aflutter! Well, my boots were laced all the way to my knees, and he undid them so-o-o-o slowly! It was so very romantic!

"So we sat there, barefoot, under the tree, and I served us some fruit from the basket. James looked at me and held my gaze as we ate, but oh my! wasn't I so bashful! Then he asked, 'Mabel, may I take down your hair?' Well don't you know, I thought my heart was going to beat right out from under my bosom!

"The pins were out and my hair was down all about my shoulders, when my James told me, 'Mabel, you have the prettiest golden brown hair.' Then he ran his strong fingers through my locks. I was so delighted, why it was soothing and exciting at the same time! My eyes fluttered shut, and when I wasn't looking, my handsome James stole a kiss, right on the lips!

"Well now, Grannie, I most assuredly was NOT a brazen little strumpet like you were with Grampie, according to your own journals! I wanted to be with this man so badly, but I was just absolutely petrified! So I looked at him, and simply said, 'Would you like some more fruit?' James just sighed, and said, 'Certainly, my dear.' So I looked in the basket, and wouldn't you know, I drew out one of your melons! So silly me, I quartered it up and cut some dainty little slices, and set them before us.

"I took a slice, and offered one to my man, and we each took a bite together. My, wasn't that a tangy savor! Seemed I needed another bite right away! And then another! Well now, I plumb forgot all about my best table manners and outright devoured that slice! I might have been abashed at my lapse of etiquette, but James had done the same. So we each grabbed us another slice and tore right into those too!

"I might have thought my heart was racing before, but good gravy, it was pounding like a trip hammer! And my breath! It was as if I couldn't get enough air down my lungs, like I had just run there from the house! James was looking at me all peculiar like, such as I'd never seen him look at me before, eyeing me up and down, and I could tell that the fire of marriage was burning in his eyes!

"We grabbed us each another piece of that melon, and then another, it was all we could do to get that sweet creamy taste onto our tongues. My head felt all tipsy, as if I had a fever. Well, I was about to cut us up another melon when I felt a strange tingling... well... under my blouse, if you will. Oh, but it felt so good! It felt all hot and firm and tight and exciting! Mind you, I had always felt a tingling there before, whenever I was with my man, but this was like no other time.

"The tingling was... oh heck, the tingling was in my bosom! There now! It was as if, well... oh, confounded it all! In plain talk, it was in my nipples! They felt so hot and taut and painful and wonderfully pleasurable! Oh, I could have just sat there in bliss and let that wonderful feeling wash over me, but I clean forgot about James! He was there and he said, 'Oh Mabel, my beautiful Mabel,' and then he hugged me in his arms, and put a big wet kiss right on my lips! I could have melted away right there!

"But then my blouse grew so tight! It was like it was shrinking! How could this be? What would cause that fabric to contract so? It was a mite uncomfortable at first, and then became downright painful! A panic set in when I could not draw a breath! 'Help me, James!' I gasped. My man didn't understand and did not know how to help. I was clutching at my blouse, pulling on my neck, but the dang thing would not budge.

"Finally I sputtered out, 'I cannot breathe! My blouse....' I was on the verge of fainting when James saw me tugging at my blouse and realized my plight. With his strong hands, he tore the blouse away from my neck and ripped it right down the front. My bodice was now revealed, but was still being strangled by this undergarment of mine.

"Tugging at the tightly-laced bodice, there was nothing I could do, and with my last of my breath, I grabbed James' hands and made for him to grip the edges of it. A mighty pull, and then another, and the bodice was ripped open! Such a sensation of relief as I was freed from those bonds! Ah, I could breathe at last.... but... well... my bosom was revealed!

"My breasts spilled forward, through the rended front of my garments, which were torn open down to my belly. Why now, my bosoms were quite large to begin with, though not near as large as yours, Grannie! But now! My word! They were now several inches larger than before, as if the tender flesh had somehow multiplied! Well now, my plump bosoms fell forward from my bodice before my new husband, and dangled there in the space between us, quivering about in the open air, under Our Tree.

"Well, my James was before me, and he looked down and saw them big white bosoms of mine hanging down, all out the front of my ripped blouse, dangling before him, ripped free from my bodice. His eyes got so big as he spied my creamy white breasts for the first time! My head was addled, and from James' demeanor, I could see he felt the same. My man's breathing was heavy, and he had him a grave look, like a hunter after his prey. He reached up his hands and cupped my big breasts from underneath, holding my soft white spheres of tingling delight! A shock charged forth from his hands when James first touched my breasts!

"Oh, my bosoms felt so delicious as James held them in his hands! He cupped them from underneath, and felt them all about, and played with them with his fingers. What a jolt stabbed through me as James stroked his hands over my nipples! Oh, those swollen buds crackled with electricity! I was so very excited! James squeezed and fondled my breasts, pinching and tweaking at my nipples! My whole body shook and trembled with pleasure!

"A heat was coursing through my bosom with each rapid beat of my heart! I could feel my bosoms growing tight, like they were filling up from the inside, the tender skin of my nipples without stretching and straining. Oh what delightful pain, what exquisite agony! What a wonderful feeling when my virginal bosoms swelled and expanded for the first time, surges of hot blood coursing through. I thought my nipples would pop themselves open like overgrown seed pods, and that the pink rims encircling them would tear themselves free from my enlarging breasts!"

The entire family sat in rapt attention, disbelieving their ears, relations young and old flabbergasted at the erotic tale woven by their distinguished matron. Some clearly enjoyed the story, others looked most uncomfortable, but no one dared to interrupt Grandma Mabel, and everyone sat quietly and listened to each juicy detail, as a bright smile of bliss danced across the old lady's face.

"All my bashfulness was swept away in a crashing wave of overflowing passion! I grabbed my man by his collar with both hands and pulled his face against mine, and gave him a big smooch right on his lips! Well now, the tables were turned, weren't they? James' head swung about, like he was woozy. So I grabbed his collar again, and planted another big one on him!

"Hanging onto his collar, I gave it a hard pull with both hands. The front of his shirt ripped all the way down, exposing his hairy chest. Well then, I ripped it some more! And then I snatched at his coat! The seams popped and his sleeves came away! I was ripping and shredding at James' clothing, laughing and laughing like a crazy woman! Then James began to tear again at my dress! First he ripped away a puffy sleeve, tearing at any length of fabric, and soon my shoulders were bare!

"My bosoms were aswinging and aflopping all about as I rent my man's shirt and coat off of his back. He was also aripping away at my blouse and bodice! Oh, it was like a dam had burst, and a pent-up river of carnal excitement was unleashed, as we ripped and tore off each other's clothes! Soon his jacket was off and his shirt was in tatters! I could see his hairy chest underneath the shreds. Well, soon my own blouse and underclothes were ripped free, and then there I was, bare above the waist.

"'Oh my, Mabel!' spoke my man, heartily, 'you are so beautiful! You have such a beautiful bosom!' James wrapped his bare arms around my bare back, and pressed my creamy white breasts against his strong, hairy chest! Oh Grannie, I could have melted away like the winter snows! Then James planted his lips on mine and gave me another smooch! He placed kiss after kiss on my mouth, and we were breathing so hard and heavy that our tongues actually touched together! Such an excitement did that cause! (Mind you, neither of us had any idea what we were doing, but we sure did figure it all out that morning!)

"So there we were, licking on each other's tongues, and sucking them into each other's mouths! Grannie, I thought my head would spin right off my shoulders, I was so out of my mind with pleasure! Then James began to kiss all about my neck and down to my shoulders, and soon he was kissing and licking at the top of my bosom!

"Well, he withdrew a hand and slid it again under my breast! And then he slid his face right on it and began to kiss all about it! James was carrying me up the staircase of joy, and each new treat he gave to me brought me another step higher! Bigger and bigger did my bosom swell, as James rubbed his face all over it! Oh Grannie, they grew so very big, I don't even know how big. Each big bosom was the size of James' head, so that there were like three heads in a row as his face was buried in the silky softness in between my big breasts.

"My bosoms swelled ever larger, so that James' head was lost between those creamy pillows! Oh, my beating heart! Then James' mouth landed on my nipple! Why, you could have flown me to the moon! Oh, my skin crawled with excitement as James' tongue circled all about the puffy tip! Grannie, I must've caterwauled like a cat in heat! But my carrying on only stoked James' fires hotter and hotter, and his hands fondled and kneaded my bosoms as his lips sucked all about my tingling pap!

"Then James really let loose! He was kissing and licking and sucking all over that nipple, and I was about crazy with erotic pleasure! Oh Grannie, I got all oozy in my private place, so that there was a seeping down my legs! James was driving me mad with excitement! Then he switched it over and went to town on the other nipple! He was switching from one nipple to the other, and slobbering a path over my bosoms in between! Why, I was pert near out of my head, and amoaning and ascreaming about it! Good thing we were alone on that hillside!

As Grandma Mabel told her tale of becoming a woman, I kept my eyes fixed on Annie. The resemblance between Annie and Grandma's wedding pictures was unmistakable, and I was gazing at Annie's beautiful face as I listened to this story, imagining again Annie's humongous tits and succulent pink nipples, and wishing that it was me sucking on her soft, puffy knobs of flesh. My cock was once again hard as a rock, but there was no way to jerk it off this time.

"James was sucking so wonderfully on my big pink paps, and was making me crazy! This was more than I could take, because these remaining clothes were fitting on me like a straightjacket! I pushed James away, down onto his back, and started tearing at his trousers! Ripping away at his waistband, I ripped open the front of his pants, and then IT was revealed! Why, I had no idea what a man's part would be! All my mama ever said was that it was called a 'penis.' But I had no idea it could be such a wonder to behold!

"It stuck straight up from James' own private place, and was like a big old sausage! Like it could be dinner for the whole family! Oh Grannie, I had no idea that a man's thing could be so big! So long and so thick around, and having such a big nobby end! I gazed at it in fascination, and stroked it with my fingers all up and down, which made my James moan deeply and cause his leg to twitch!

"Well, that big fat sausage was beckoning to me, and I don't know what came over me, but I didn't know what else to do about it but to suck that fat thing right in my mouth! Land sakes, you should have heard the outburst from James when I did that! I was sucking and licking all about that long, thick stump of meat, and you never heard such groaning and carrying on out of a man! (Well, perhaps YOU have, but I surely had not!)"

Many family members scowled and fidgeted awkwardly, uncomfortable at the increasingly explicit details offered by Grandma Mabel. But Annie and Bill were rapt in their attention, Annie smiling sweetly and staring intently at Grandma with a bright twinkle in her eye. Grandma Mabel was lost in a sensual reverie, as her mind reached back that day long ago, when she was a beautiful young virgin, how she lost her innocence with her first discovery of erotic joy with her new husband.

"I was loving what I was doing to my man, almost as much as he was loving my doing it, and I got more and more enthusiasm for the task. My hands were rubbing all around his private place, but his darned trousers kept getting in the way! So I commenced ripping at them once more! Tearing and a shredding did I do on his trousers, and wouldn't you know, my mouth popped off that huge sticky thing of his!

"Why, now James was tearing away at my own dress again! I loved that dress so, but boy oh boy, I sure did love how James was ripping it off of me! He shredded through the skirt, and then the petticoats as I tackled his trouser legs. Before you know it, he had me stripped naked!

"'Oh Mabel, such a plump, creamy white body you have!' said he, as his hands glided all around my every dainty curve. 'Such full, ripe thighs and smooth round calves. And such enormous bosoms have you! So big and soft, with such smooth pink tips. Mabel, dear, your bosoms are each so much bigger than your head! How could that be, honey?'

"Well, you know, I did not know either, on account of we still didn't understand that it was the melon that was doing this to us. But I didn't care to sit there jabbering with my man, so I threw myself atop him, stretching out my full form along his hairy body! Oh, his long, thick tube of manhood was pressed right up upon my belly, and that big old head at the top of it was resting in the softness between my bosoms! And then I mashed them huge breasts of mine against his strong chest, and wiggled them all about, driving him crazy!

"As I mashed my tender pillows against him, James' big hands explored all up and down my form, rubbing them on my back and squeezing my bottom, and caressing my thighs, and always returning to fondle around on my breasts, tweaking and pinching on my nipples. Our legs were wrapped together, and my toes were playing all up and down his legs as his hands explored all over me. Well then, his fingers found their way into my privates, and I just about screamed my head off!

"James rolled me onto my side and began to kiss my face again. Well, when his mouth found mine, our tongues touched again, we licked and sucked on them some more, and we were so excited, gasping and moaning. So James just rolled me onto my back, and then began rubbing that giant snake of his all around my belly and down onto my thighs and up between my breasts. I squeezed my soft breasts together around that huge manly thing, as he slid about between them, and oh my, that felt so very nice!

"As James rubbed his thick sausage between my bosoms, I could feel my soft pillows growing bigger and bigger in my hands! Oh my! They filled out more and more, swelling with each heavy breath. Well now James' manhood was growing longer and thicker as he stroked it along against my tender mounds. He and I were both agasping and amoaning something fierce!

"Then he slithered that hard sausage back down onto my thighs, that big head of it came up against my privates, which were dripping atrocious slime something fierce! Well James, he drove it on forward, so that the big thing just up and slid right on in! Oh, did we both yelp and moan at that! So he drew it on back and thrust it in again! And again! Back and forth did he work his rigid pole into my soft, hot place!

"Oh my stars, I was plumb gone crazy with excitement! And my man drove me higher and higher up that staircase of erotic pleasure! And he was hollering and bellowing, 'Mabel, oh my beautiful Mabel,' and I was calling out, 'James, my strong man, James!' And we went ahead with it, faster and faster, harder and harder, and then I screamed and he screamed and then pump and a pump and a pump, pump, pump... oh, how he pumped my private place overflowing with his hot, sticky manliness!

"Oh, who would have thought that becoming a woman could be like that! That being deflowered by a man could be so wonderfully stormy! Oh Grannie, I have waited 80 years to thank you! We owed it all to you and your wonderful gift of the melon! Thank you so very much! James and I, we weren't the writing types, as I come to find out you and Grampie are, but I have waited a long time to tell you that story, and to tell all my children here.

"Why, James and I laid about for a time, catching our breath and holding each other in our arms, but then we wasted no time devouring that next melon! Well, that made my bosoms to burn some more, and stretching and a stretching, swelling like a lump after a good knock on the head. As my James held them in his strong hands, we could watch them udders of mine get more and more huge, like they was filling up from the inside, as though there were a couple of bosom pixies, one in each breast, that were handling a pump so as to fill up them creamy bags of flesh of mine, like they were a pair of soft, playful balloons.

"Well, James went to town sucking on them again, and I could feel my nipples swelling and growing in his mouth. Soon my bosoms were so big that they each would have fit into a couple of good sized cooking pots, excepting they were big and soft and round and creamy and made of tender flesh. Oh, that felt so good, and I didn't think he could do anything that would feel better on my nipples, as he suckled and licked his tongue in circles all around the tips.

"James was asucking and asucking on my big old udders, and they just got bigger and fuller all the time, like they was filling and afilling. He was suckling and squeezing and licking them nipples of mine all about, driving me just about up a tree, when, what do you know! Them big juicy teats just went ahead and let down some milk! I mean, a whole lot of milk! Well, that put me right up in the clouds, and I was crying out loud, and James, he was humming along in joy as he sucked that warm sweetness right out of me!

"Then he grabbed the other bosom and went at it on that one! Grannie, it was like a river of cream was pouring out of my bosoms! And here I was, still a virgin in only that very same hour! James was squeezing and playing with them big soft bags, and causing them to grow and swell, making the milk to squirt out even faster! I was being milked faster than some big old Bessie from out in the cowfield, but oh my, the feeling was beyond compare!

"So by and by James had his fill and left off sucking my nipples after a spell, and then I commenced to sucking again on his big fat sausage. Why, it took a long time that second time, what with me alicking and asucking all about his giant pole, but I finally sucked that sticky cream out of the head of his big stiff shaft. Oh, how did I love doing that for my man! He went all about yowling as that hot stuff shot out, but my oh my, did I love to lap it all down! Always did! For 72 years of marriage, starting that very day, did I love to suck on my husband's big manly penis part and swallow down all that sticky glop of his!

"So James and I, we chased each other all around naked that whole day, up and down the hillside, and rolling about in the grass, akissing and asucking on each other's tender parts, all the day long. We ate all five of those melons in that single day, and had relations seven times! My teats stretched and swelled so very big that they were each nearly a couple'a feet across and hung down past my hips! Don't know how I was able to even walk about with such giant globes hanging off my chest, all swinging and flopping around!

"We slept out under the stars that night, wrapping up in that blanket, and pressing our bodies close. When we woke up the next day, my bosoms had shrunk somewhat, but never did go back to being as small as their original size! They ended up being nowhere near as large as your big watermelons, Grannie, but they sure were big enough to hold James' interest for the next seven decades! And James' big old snake stayed pretty huge too, so we had us both a good old time after that."

Grandma Mabel had such a blissful look on her face as she wove her tale. I had never seen her happier as when she told her story to our beautiful young party crasher, whom her elderly mind believed was her long-long grandmother. I sat spellbound as I attended to this tale that my parents would have not wanted me to hear. A huge rock-hard boner had formed in my pants, as had likely happened in the pants of every other guy around the room. My eyes remained fixed on Annie the whole time, as I fantasized that I was doing all those things with her such as Grandma Mabel described. Grandma then concluded her sexy story.

"We were plumb out of melon after that first day, but the fire had been kindled, and we spent every day the next two weeks of our honeymoon romping about naked all over the estate, only returning to the big house to eat. Then we were right back out, doing what comes natural! We slept out under the stars each night, and woke up with the sun each morning, only to commence our marital activities once more!

"It was only later on that summer when we discovered your melon patch. When it was clear that you weren't coming back, and when the family agreed to let us stay on at your place permanently, I appointed myself keeper of the melons, and made sure that all newlywed couples got a set of their own. Been doing so ever since."

There was a long pause as Grandma told her tale. It was clear that it was the first time that most family members had ever heard such things. I gathered that the melon was not widely discussed among the family members. Certainly no one would have discussed their own sexy stories so openly with the family as Grandma had done! There was a general awkwardness, and nobody knew what to say next. Except for Annie!

"Oh Maybelle, that is a wonderful story of young love! William, is that not the most magnificent thing you have ever heard? Maybelle, I am so sorry that we never returned sooner, so that I might have shared with you my own stories. Indeed, I admire your fortitude to share such a tale before your gathered relations! Though we kept our journals, I might die of fright discussing aloud such intimate details before others!

"But please tell me, Maybelle," continued Annie, "did you not eat of the melon frequently? We intended that the entire melon crop would be yours, as it was ours before you."

"Why Grannie," explained Grandma Mabel, "we couldn't hog the whole melon just for ourselves! We had so many siblings and cousins to share it with, and in time, their kids as well. We wanted everyone to have fun with the melon! We kept back only a couple for ourselves here and there, on account of the family was getting so large and there were so many young couples that there wasn't enough melon to go around. So I tended that patch, growing more and more each season, but couldn't raise enough for everyone to have more than an extra melon on occasion, for ourselves or to share with other couples.

"We even set up some hothouses over on the backlots, that we might have a fresh crop year round. But Grannie, you and Grampie had yourselves fourteen kids, and most of them had a gang of kids of their own, so that there's a whole lot of family to share around the melon! No one but me was ever able to get the melon to grow, and that's the way things stand right now."

"I understand, Maybelle," replied Annie thoughtfully, "it's just that your grandfather and I wish to understand why the melon has preserved our youth, but had not done so for others of our children. Was it the quantity of the melon that we ate in our early years? Was the crop from Our Isle so different from our mountain harvest? Or was it... *ahem* ... due to your grandfather's earlier suggestion of ingesting each other's fluids? These are vexing questions for which we would like to have answers."

"Oh, don't you worry about it, Grannie!" answered Grandma Mabel. "James and I had a wonderful life together, thanks to you both! We did look very youthful for a great many years, but I don't mind that we finally grew old, since we did so together. Now that he's passed, I'm happy to join him when my time comes!"

"I am gratified by your resolution, Maybelle" spoke Annie, somberly. "Even after so many long years of life, I remain terrified of the prospect of passing."

"Well, enough of all that!" said Grandma. ""And what of you, Grannie and Grampie? Now how about you tell me and my kids of your own adventures all these years since we saw each other last!"

"Oh my, Maybelle honey dear," Annie said, "it has been so long, what would you like to know? There is so much to tell after so many years."

"We have lots of time, Grannie," replied Grandma Mabel. "Can you stay for a couple days? It's your house after all! You can stay in your old bedroom."

"Oh, I would not presume...." said Annie, "William, could we? Do you think?"

"I am willing, my dear," said Bill cautiously, "for a time, if Maybelle and her children remain hospitable. But let us first see how the remainder of this afternoon transpires."

Murmurs went out from the crowd. Most of the family members were not convinced by their story, and were not believing that this young couple was actually the real Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie. For that reason, they were not comfortable with Grandma Mabel inviting these crafty strangers into her home to stay over, alone, after the reunion was over. Grandma Mabel was oblivious to these concerns, and carried right on.

"Well then that settles it! I hope I can get you to stay on permanently! But Grannie, please first tell me of your trip to England, and your visit with the Queen! Oh my, how exciting that must have been!"

Annie's Tale

"Well Maybelle," Annie began, "You might recall that we caught the train for New York the morning after your wedding, and sailed across the sea on one of those newfangled steam ships."

"It was so very different to sail without regard to the wind," interjected Bill. "Even now, so many years later, it is still not like sailing at all, and very noisy and smoky compared the sailing ships of our youth."

"Indeed," continued Annie. "Well, the voyage passed quickly and without incident, and soon we were back in my native England, after so many years abroad. I might say, it was no sort of joyous homecoming as I might have hoped. After so many years amidst the beauties of nature, upon Our Isle and then upon Our Mountain, Londontown was revealed to be a crowded, foul-smelling hive of humanity, and not the bustling, exciting former home of my memory.

"We had long scheduled our audience with Queen Victoria, in anticipation of her upcoming jubilee. Her Majesty had agreed to receive William as a wealthy American dignitary, a railroad magnate and investor, and I as his wife. We did not announce to Her Majesty my noble birth, nor did we expect this matter to arise in her company.

"Mind you, William was quite apprehensive, as we had been fugitives of the Crown for many years. My father and his henchmen had driven us from California into our mountain seclusion, and pursued us for many years thereafter, the whole time acting in the Queen's name."

Bill added, "Though the arrest warrant had been lifted years before, I was nevertheless most uncomfortable, not only travelling to England, but marching right into the Queen's palace itself!"

Annie proceeded, "As we entered her court, I conducted all the proper obsequies as one would expect from a subject of the Crown, while William awkwardly fulfilled the expectations of a foreign guest. After welcoming us as a couple, the Queen addressed me directly.

"'It is good to see that you still recall how to show proper respect to your Queen after so many years, my dear.'

"Why, I was caught up quite short by this statement! I said to the Queen, 'Begging your pardon, Ma'am?' to which she replied, 'It has been many years since you last visited our court.'

"'Your Majesty,' said I, 'I am grateful you agreed to receive my husband and me, but I do not understand your meaning.' Well, the Queen's reply practically knocked my legs out from underneath me!

"'Lady Arianna,' answered the Queen, 'We have followed your career all these years with great interest. We were grieved to learn of your loss aboard the H.M.S. Delight, and were quite overjoyed to learn of your safe recovery. We only regret that you had not asked us to intercede in your difficulties with your father. One does not approach one's own subject when she requires assistance in her plight.'

"'Majesty!' I stammered, 'A thousand apologies! I surely did not expect you to even recall me, let alone extend your hand in support!

"'For shame, child,' replied the Queen, 'Was not your noble mother one of my ladies in waiting? She was indeed a favorite of mine, and had been a close confidante, especially as I was courted by the Prince Consort, God rest his soul. You are indeed the very image of your mother, Lady Angelica. Were you not yourself a guest at this court numerous times as a child? Were you not a guest at our royal wedding? Surely you understood that we would intervene in your difficulties with that scoundrel, your father?"

"'Ma'am, I am gratified at your words, but dared not presume such a boon from your royal person!' I explained to the Queen. 'Many years had passed, and how could one such as yourself be troubled with the trifles of a young girl?

"Besides, my father's men sought to capture my beloved husband like an animal, and hang him on sight. I dared not take any risk! And yet Your Majesty has an Empire to oversee, how could I presume for you to intervene on behalf of my humble self?'

"The Queen answered, 'Our court remained at your disposal to receive your appeal, Lady Arianna, either personally or via post. Years before your father's death, we received good testimony on your behalf from Commodore Reginald Wimbsley of the Royal Navy. He attested to the facts and character of Mr. Gillingham, and generally laid those falsified charges to rest.'"

"I always believed that Reg was basically a decent sort," interjected Bill. "We learned that he applied himself to the seaman's life after we saw him last, eventually becoming an officer, and later distinguishing himself in the Queen's service... no small feat for a man starting from his lowly position."

Annie continued her narrative.

"The Queen told me, 'Your father was truly a villain, Lady Arianna. One could not fathom why your splendid mother married the cur. Lady Angelica had been the most eligible heiress in the realm, the lovely daughter of the late Earl of Berkshire. She married well below her station, and thereby endowed your father's pathetic little house. Then Chesterleigh drove her to an early grave and squandered her father's fortune with his drinking and carousing! I should have had him flogged! You yourself were Lady Angelica's greatest treasure, and yet you were lost to us for so long. Welcome home, Lady Arianna, at long last.'

"Well, I could not hold back the tears, and blubbered like a child at her feet, pouring forth my deepest apologies to the Queen. Her Majesty bade me to rise and accepted my contrition. We then whiled away the entire afternoon sharing stories. She told me of my mother and inquired of our adventures at sea and in the wilds of America. She even inquired how we remained so youthful after so many years, but I did not let on about the melon! I did not think such bawdy stories were suitable for Queen Victoria's royal ears!

"In the end, Her Majesty placed into our care all my father's former holdings, and restored my grandfather's noble house, creating me as the Viscountess of Berkshire in honor of my mother. Ironically, these holdings included the Pacific islands of my father's former business partner, the Governour, to whom I had been betrothed! You recall that I was aboard the H.M.S. Delight, en route to his island to be wed, when we were cast away! So it all came back full circle again, as I became the heiress of that very archipelago of islands."

"It was from England that we located to those very Pacific islands," said Bill. "We selected an especially secluded island of our own to be Our New Isle, and made it our home. We kept a yacht for venturing into civilization as required. With Arianna's new-found wealth and my own railroad fortune, we established a trust so that you children would be looked after in our absence. I hope you all have benefited over the years?"

"Oh certainly, Grampie," replied Grandma Mabel. "The trust is divided between a great many relations by now, but it has lately helped all the kids in the family to buy houses and pay for schooling. Thank you so much for looking after us all these years!"

"You are very welcome, sweet Maybelle. We have telephones and other services for staying in communication with our attorneys and business agents in San Francisco. We have always invested in new technologies, from the automobile to the airplane to television. Our interests are varied and diverse, and frankly our assets have become quite considerable.

"However, my business affairs now require a great deal of my time, filling my days. Notwithstanding, Arianna and I still often devote a portion of our time to sharing our love, partaking of the melon, as we did originally on Our Isle."

"Oh yes, certainly, William, such meager time as you now allow for me, that is," said Annie resentfully. Bill shot Annie a scowl, and the two exchanged an angry look. A moment of tension hung heavily in the air, and everyone wondered if Bill and Annie might break into an argument. Grandma Mabel tried to lighten the mood by changing the subject.

"Grannie, would you and Grampie be willing to share with us a story of one of your own sexy adventures? I've read your journals, but would love to hear a live narrative.

"Hmmm..." said Annie, reflectively. "We had so many wonderful experiences together, but indeed, no times could compare to those original years upon Our Isle, before our rescue. Each day was indeed golden, do you not agree, William?"

"Yes my dear, as near as I can recall them," replied Bill, indifferently. "But as you know, that was so very long ago, and my recollections of those early years have quite faded."

"Hmph," snorted Annie, casting a disdainful sidelong glance at her husband. "Well my recollections are clear and complete, Maybelle, and so I will tell you of a very cherished memory. Perhaps William can interject any details if his failing memory will permit."

Another Tale of Their Isle

"Oh Maybelle, life was so wonderful in those earliest days upon Our Isle! You have read of our wedding day, on my eighteenth birthday, when we were cast away. Those earliest days were filled with adventure! Oh, how exciting it all was! I reveled in the novelty of our circumstance! Here I was, little more than a child, for the first time out from under the heavy hand of my father's authority, in an exotic tropical locale, exploring our new home, and discovering the new-found mysteries of love with my darling new husband!

"Well, as you have read, we.... well, we had no garments to don there in our seclusion! I luxuriated in our freedom, the sensation of the sun's warm rays and the cool ocean breezes upon my... upon my.... Oh Maybelle, you spoke so very plainly, but I am unaccustomed to such speaking! Only with William have I ever spoken so! How can I tell of such things? Particularly in a room with strange men?"

"Oh come now, Grannie!" said Grandma Mabel, patting Annie's hand. "You can tell us all about it. We all know of your lusty penchants, Grannie dear! We're all your family, honey! Just let yourself go! Once you start talking, I'm sure you'll warm up to your tale. We'd all like to hear your story, wouldn't we kids?"

Nods and sounds of agreement went forth from around the room, especially from the men. Whether or not anyone believed her story, I think most of the guys wanted to hear the beautiful girl talk dirty! I know I did, anyway! Annie looked around the faces in the room, a very shy look on her face, drew in a deep breath, and blew out a heavy sigh.

"Oh very well then," Annie began, tentatively. "I luxuriated in the sensation of the sun's warm rays and the cool ocean breezes upon... upon my bare flesh.... Oh my, dare I speak it? How they felt upon my bare breasts! Oh, after my long imprisonment, it was so liberating to splash about nude in the waters of the sea! It was so exhilarating to be free of clothing, to experience the elements all about my person! To expose my... my nipples to the sun and breeze! To feel my breasts, unrestrained, as they bounced heavily and quivered with every step! Oh, how do I still recall those early days, when open nudity was still a novelty!"

Annie was looking up with a blissful smile on her face. She did quickly warm up to telling her sexy tale, and lost her inhibitions as she lost herself in her nostalgia. Instantly, my cock became rock hard, and my eyes were fixed on Annie's enormous tits, imagining her excellent nude body on a beautiful tropical beach. Bill was looking at her intently, as if Annie's story was stirring something in the reaches of his mind.

"William and I would stride about, hand in hand, as we explored each and every spot on Our Isle. It was still only short days after first being cast away, and William and I were seeking to discover a new spot to share that morning's breakfast. We each carried a melon as we walked along the shore. Then I spied something off a distance from the beach.

"'William,' I inquired, 'what is that object off in the sea?'

"'That is a shoal of some sort, perhaps a large rock, or maybe a small isle, My Dear.'

"'Let us swim out to it!' I said, and without waiting for William's reply, I dove into the surf. William called after me from the shore. My cautious husband was always fretting for my safety, even then! Though I had nearly drowned in the sea only days before, William was not yet aware that I was in fact a strong swimmer. I had no difficulty swimming out to this shoal, even whilst carrying a melon, and William followed me out.

"It was a sloped rock, very eroded and smooth, made slick with seaweed, with an indentation in the middle like a bathtub, and large enough for William and me to recline comfortably therein. The rock had a high side facing the oncoming waves, which would crash thereagainst, making quite a noise and splashing us both with its spray. Oh, how we did laugh as each crashing wave washed over us, and such excitement did I feel to experience the fury of the sea so close at hand.

"We had discovered Our Little Isle! Well, the waves were growing high as we sat dripping upon that slick prominence. Suffice to say that I found the whole scene utterly arousing! I rolled atop William, pinning down his shoulders with my hands, and bounced my teats into his face! Such a thrill it was to dangle my nipples against his lips as the rushing waves splashed us all over!"

"Ah, I do recall that, Arianna!" said Bill, joining Annie in her reverie. "You were so beautiful as you loomed over me, smiling, blue sky overhead, your hair dripping down to your shoulders, rivulets of sea water flowing down your jiggling teats and off the tips of your nipples! Why do we not reflect on these memories more frequently?"

"Oh, it is certainly my desire to do so, My King," spoke Annie, accusingly, "but you are evermore preoccupied with your business matters, and unwilling to simply sit and talk with me."

Bill shrugged, but didn't say anything in response, neither an apology nor an excuse. Around the crowd, some relatives appeared troubled at the apparent friction between Bill and Annie. I was just enthralled with the description of Annie and her luscious body, all dripping wet, with her tits hanging down, wishing that she would dangle her nipples against my lips! Annie continued her sexy story.

"William grabbed my teats with both hands, and suckled my nipples into his mouth. Well, I was catapulted into the clouds of ecstasy! Here we were, alone on a rock hundreds of feet from shore, the wide ocean open around us in all directions! Oh, it was such a thrill! I was so very excited... so very aroused.... It was a great adventure, and I meant to discover the zenith of this experience with my man!

"I pulled away from William and grabbed a melon. Using the sharp edge of a rock, I cut into the rind, and soon had some sections for us to eat. William and I sat there upon that little isle, a wave splashing over us every few seconds, as we devoured the melon. Throwing all caution to the winds, I quickly divided the other melon, and soon we consumed that one as well.

"William laid down on his back upon the slimy green rock, and I attacked his face with my own! Holding his face with both hands, I pressed my mouth against his and urgently sought his tongue with mine as the inebriation of the melon began to settle over my mind. William could do naught but lay helpless as I accosted him! I rolled my open mouth against his, swallowing his tongue as I probed his mouth with mine own tongue. Another crashing wave would wash over us again, arousing me still further.

"Oh, how my nipples did burn as the melon's effects took hold! At this time, we had only been wed a few short days upon Our Isle, and I had yet to discover the boundaries of my new-found sexual experience! Poor William lay there, pinned underneath me, as I lavished all my loving attentions upon him, kissing his neck and shoulders."

Bill looked on wonderingly at Annie, as though he was beginning to recall a memory that he had long-since forgotten, but that she held close.

"Well, we had only recently begun partaking of the melon, and we were not yet fully acquainted with the melon's effects. Also, I was so very titillated by the power of the surging ocean all about, that showered water onto us. Oh, my fluids were verily flowing, and my temperature already raised to a high degree, and these conspired to ignite my erotic blaze as the full influence of the melon descended upon me.

"I sat up as I leaned my bum back upon William's erect member, and such a fulsome sensation did arise within my bosom. Oh, such a pain did it cause... such delicious, exquisite agony arose in my breasts as the effects of an entire melon took hold all at once. Then, my teats veritably exploded! The flesh of breasts was rent from within, and suddenly, abruptly, the great orbs inflated outward! My back arched and the great spheres flew upward as they expanded.

"In but a brief moment, my breasts had doubled in diameter, and they hung in the air, above Our Little Isle. I was overcome with the excruciating delight of the swelling of my teats, which happened in but a moment. Oh, I could not believe that my nipples did not catch fire! Such was the wildfire that blazed within the swelling buds! My breasts stretched and filled instantaneously, increasing their weight as they heaved upwards. I could feel the enormous bags of flesh swell as though they were filled with little spheres within each breast that each swelled on their own, each composed of other little spheres that swelled in turn, all in but an instant. But other factors there were that conspired to impel me to the pinnacle of erotic pleasure!

"In the same moment my teats inflated, a great wave crashed over the little island, soaking us both anew, and driving me along to the summit of excitement. And yet there was still more! The melon's effects decended upon William in the precise moment, so that his potent manhood enlarged just as quickly at my teats, wracking his own body with sexual pleasure, and causing his hips to lunge forward, so that his swelling member crossed the threshold of the oozing lips of my nethers!

"Oh my, such a stimulation of the senses did we both experience! Oh, the sheer orgiastic pleasure as my breasts billowed forth, and to be simultaneously penetrated by William's enormously swelling penis, synchronized to the crash and the splash of the wave! My breath was driven forth from me, and every fibre of my being was electrified with sexual excitement! Oh, I do not mind relating that I experienced orgasm immediately! "

I can't believe that I didn't also "experience orgasm" just from listening to this story! Annie's voice is so beautiful and sexy, and it was so melodious to hear as she wove her lusty tale. My eyes were fixed on Annie's humongous tits and my cock was as hard as a rock as she offered more and more explicit details of her most intimate relations with her husband to Grandma Mabel and the roomful of family members. Every eye was fixed on Annie and she held everyone in rapt attention.

Annie had a blissful, far-away look on her gorgeous face as she rambled on, similar to Grandma Mabel's as she told her own story. This was the only thing that made this foxy chick seem in any way old, since she spoke in the manner of an elderly person nostalgically recalling events from the distant past, as if she were transported in her mind to that long-ago time, available only through the reaches of her memory.

"My teats hung airborne, suddenly each two feet across, William's enormous penis suddenly within my secrets, as I suddenly orgasmed. When gravity reclaimed them once again, my mountainous mammaries smacked down hard upon William's chest. William grasped my teats in both hands and immediately thrust his hips against mine once more! And again! And yet again! Oh, another orgasm and another for each thrust followed in quick succession. A wave crashed against the rocks for every four of William's thrusts, covering us both afresh with seawater! Oh! I was breathless! And overwhelmed with sensual excitement!

"William suckled at my swollen nipples as he thrust me along, and I was impelled far above into the clouds of Eros! The surf was increasing in intensity with each crash, and another mighty wave washed over us as my teats let down their milky flow! There I was, upon Our Little Isle, William bouncing me through an endless series of orgasms, my nipples fervently atingle with the warm sweetness that flowed therethrough, the fury of nature crashing against our tiny shoal! Oh my, I feared I might fall senseless from sheer orgiastic pleasure!

"Then William's pulsating member swelled moreso, filling within my wet place, enlarging as it approached its own culmination. I could feel the trembling within at each rapid stroke, and then another wave splashed against us as William's manhood discharged its plenteous seed into my chamber. Such an ecstatic feeling it was for me as a young bride, only consummated that very week, to be so utterly filled within by my man's hot fluids! Oh, I loved William so very much! I wished that that moment... that feeling... would never pass."

Annie gazed up in space, an elated expression on her face. Then she looked down at her husband, and she and Bill exchanged a glance that was full of meaning, and not entirely joyful. A tinge of regret appeared on Annie's face, that perhaps things were no longer as they once were in those long-ago days when they both were so young. Bill looked at her as if he had forgotten the experience, and somehow I understood that he was displeased with her for sharing with strangers a memory that he himself did not recall.

Bill and Annie sat there looking at each other for a long time, as if they were communicating silently, somehow speaking to each other without words. Everyone in the room was staring at them, thunderstruck by the story they just heard. Who knows what the other relatives were thinking, but I was totally convinced they were the real Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie. The loving manner in which Annie spoke, her incredible story, her old-fashioned speech... I hadn't yet even read their journals, and still I was sure they had to be who they said they were, my 150-year-old great-great-great-grandparents, still alive and ageless in 1975, their youth preserved by this amazing melon.

Things Take a Bad Turn

An awkward hush hung over the room, and everyone guessed that the story must be over, though they all wished to hear more. Bill and Annie just stared at each other, speaking silently with their faces, their thoughts known only to them. Finally, Grandma Mabel broke the silence.

"Grannie, that was a amazing story! I hope you can stay and tell me of all your sexy adventures! I want to hear every one of them! As I said before, the entire family has long been inspired by your loving example. It was wonderful to hear another story not recorded in your journals."

"Thank you Maybelle," replied Annie, looking askance at Bill. "I only wish my husband would join me in these recollections, and also recall these tales of the early days of our marriage, when he was still so very madly in love with me."

At this, an angry scowl darkened Bill's face. His expression clearly communicated that she should not pursue the subject, that he did not wish to discuss the matter there in front of the family. Grandma Mabel sensed the tension between Bill and Annie and decided to change the subject.

"Grannie, Grampie, how long have you been home in Colorado?"

"Oh, we only arrived in town this very day!" replied Annie, cheerfully. "We were at a filling station in town, hoping to learn some news of the family. Before we could even ask, the attendant inquired of us, saying, 'I'd guess you're here for the Gillingham family reunion.' I asked whatever gave him that idea, and he just glanced down at my bosom and chuckled. The young man was kind enough to give us some more information, and, well, soon we were here!"

"That's so fine that it worked out," said Grandma Mabel. "Have you been in the States for very long?"

"Yes we have honey, for the last three months on this trip," replied Annie. "William's business matters are in San Francisco, and they required us to remain close to the city. We have regularly visited San Francisco for many years now. I'm sorry we have not come sooner to visit you. William has long been opposed to visiting the family."

"As I've explained to your grandmother, Maybelle," said Bill, "we made our goodbyes many years ago. I did not think it wise for us to intrude into your lives at this late time. I did not think that your children would accept us after so many years, or believe our account."

"Why, Grampie, that's simply not so!" replied Grandma Mabel. "I'm sure all my children are happy to meet you and welcome you back to the family! Isn't that right, kids?"

Tepid murmurs were heard mumbling over the crowd. It was clear to everyone but Grandma Mabel that the family was still very skeptical, and was not openly welcoming this young couple as their purported long-lost ancestors. Annie continued along merrily, undeterred by this unenthusiastic acknowledgement from the family.

"Maybelle, we have returned to the States more frequently in the past ten years than in all those years past. We have lately so very much enjoyed the ways of the current young generation, including their music, their clothing, their styles... and generally their carefree way of life. We have especially taken a liking to a musical group from San Francisco called 'The Grateful Dead.'"

"That's the name?" inquired Grandma Mabel. "Rather morbid, isn't it? Oh, this silly rock and roll! Why can't these kids today use normal names for their music, like we did in our day?"

Annie laughed, "Oh yes, I agree Maybelle, it certainly is silly! But these musicians make some very pleasant music, and their concerts are so very enjoyable! William and I have gone to many of their concerts over the last several years. The children there are so free and friendly, and they have so much fun!"

"Yes, a little too much fun, I should think," interjected Bill.

"Oh William!" Annie teased, "He is not quite the fan that I am!"

"I have come to prefer John Denver, but that is hardly the point, as you well know, my wife."

Another moment of tension hung heavily in the air, as though Annie had broached a very sore subject with Bill, and had stirred a hornet's nest. Both Annie and Bill sat there quietly, looking embarrassed, as if hoping the moment would pass.

"Is something the matter?" asked Grandma Mabel. Annie hesitated, not sure whether she should reply.

"Oh Maybelle, it is nothing, really. William is still angry about a little incident this past week, are you not My King?"

"That was most inappropriate behavior on your part, Arianna," Bill snorted indignantly.

"Why? What happened?" asked Grandma Mabel.

Another lengthy pause, Annie looking downcast at her hands, folded on her lap.

"Oh... I should not mention it, you will all think very poorly of me, I'm sure..."

"Well! Now I have to hear it!" said Grandma, inquiringly. "Please do tell!"

"Yes Arianna, do tell our granddaughter Maybelle of your atrocious behavior," commanded Bill, deeply perturbed.

"Hmmm...." hesitated Annie. "Well, it was a very hot day, and I have never been partial to hot weather.... and well... all of the girls were doing it. These children today are so very uninhibited! So...."

"So? What happened?" persisted Grandma Mabel.

"Well... I took off my top! And then went about 'topless,' as they say today!"

"Oohhh!" said Grandma Mabel, bashfully, not sure what to say next. A hush fell over the gathering, and every eye was upon Annie... well, on her tits, anyway... especially the men!

"My wife has always been very impulsive and impetuous," grumbled Bill, "but lately she is pushing back the frontiers of immodesty and poor judgment."

"William, shall we have this quarrel once more before Maybelle and her family?" retorted Annie, angrily. "Oh Maybelle, you've all read our journals! And you've told us your own story! You yourself know that it is so liberating to go about in the open air with a bare bosom, is it not? William and I have spent uncounted years together in open nudity, but in all that time, never before had I exposed my charms to others."

"And now she is making up for lost time, prancing about in public dressed like a harlot, playing the tawdry, sordid exhibitionist, and flirting brazenly with the boys." At this, Bill shot at me an angry scowl, and I gulped, wondering if he knew about that long-distance telepathic blowjob that Annie had given me in the bedroom.

"Oh William, my beloved man," cooed Annie, curling up next to her husband, wrapping her arms around his neck. "All those other girls had taken off their tops first. Was I to be the only one still wearing a top?"

"But you are not a young girl! If all these silly children do a stupid thing, does that require you, a mature and considerably elder woman, to follow their poor example? I might have expected more prudence and decorum from one such as yourself."

"Well, William!" Annie huffed indignantly and drawing away, speaking again in her English accent. "You did not appear to mind when those other girls flashed their tiny little breasts for you to see! You seemed to find it all quite amusing! Oh, you have indeed acquired quite an eye for other females, William! Do not think it has gone unnoticed! I am also aware of your other indiscretions! Perhaps it is you who should demonstrate 'more prudence and decorum'!"

"Arianna," spoke Bill, impatiently, "you know very well that every male eye was fixed upon your bare bosom, and that all those boys were watching you dance, as your enormous teats bounced around and quivered all about with every lively gyration. I saw you smiling and winking at them, as they hooted and hollered back most appreciatively."

"Oh, William, it was just for fun!" snapped Annie. "So your infractions are acceptable, but mine are unforgivable, is that it?"

"But the worst of it," continued Bill, his anger rising, "was when you expanded your breasts for them! That you danced for those strangers, inflating your teats to bushel-sized, as you had only done for me! To see your luscious pink nipples jiggling about, as you looked into the eyes of those strangers, their own topless women glaring at you in hatred, was nearly more than I could bear. I recall the days when you would not even speak to another man, let alone go about flopping your teats in public, before so many boys' faces."

"William, we have always agreed that clothing was a burden, have we not?" spoke Annie, trying to be conciliatory. "And have we not long said that less modesty for women would be a liberation for society? Such a time has arrived! It is the sexual revolution! The children today wear practically nothing at all!"

"Arianna, you are my wife of many years and not a child," corrected Bill, "and never did we agree that you would offer your bare nipples to the sight of strangers! In any case, you shall not cavort about, publicly exposing your teats!"

"Ha!" shot back Annie, "The women of today do as they wish! I rather liked publicly exposing my bare nipples! Those boys rather enjoyed my performance, whilst you notice me hardly at all! I think I should like to perform some more!"

"No, my dear, I think you shall not!"

"You cannot command me, William! Perhaps I shall become a strip dancer! Then I might flop my teats about in the boy's faces every day!"

"And next you will wish to fuck with all these boys!" retorted Bill, his temper flaring.

"Perhaps I just might! It is the time of 'free love'! And perhaps I shall also pose nude for those men's periodicals!" spat out Annie, haughtily.

"I settled that issue long ago at the photography emporium in San Francisco, Arianna," grumbled Bill, a dark storm gathering about him.

"I may even choose to flop my teats about in those erotic motion pictures!" sneered Annie, derisively "I am certain that my enormously expanding teats would be a popular subject with today's men! Ha! I may even allow you to perform with me! Or perhaps I shall find some different cocks to suck!"

"I think not, my dear," shouted Bill, in a threatening tone, "I think rather you shall return with me to Our New Isle! And you shall recall the vows you made on that beach so long ago. You have become enamored with this new world of modern marvels and it has corrupted you and affected your moral judgment. Your mind is addled, Arianna, and you seem unaware of the changes that have been wrought in your temperament and behavior since our most recent return to civilization!"

"Hahaha! Oh William, my dear, you are so very jealous!" laughed Annie, condescendingly. "Do you even give a care? You are so very preoccupied with your business affairs, and all those comely women under your employ! Lately you regard me hardly at all, certainly not as you did in our earlier days. Now you care only for your business, when once you cared only for me."

Bill sat there fuming, saying nothing to counter the latter charge.

"Oh William, I was only teasing you after all, My Mighty Man!" Annie soothed, cuddling up beside him. "You have become so prudish of late! You never used to be so! You do not truly think I would do such things as I said? Those children that day were probably taking LSD and did not believe their eyes anyway! Besides, did we not leave straightaway, did we not then enjoy a most passionate night of lovemaking?

"I found that dance and all that male attention to be extremely titillating, you surely understand! You know you will always be the only man for me, William, My King. Who else could compare to you, my Most Potent Lover?"

Annie was reclining against him, twirling her fingertip in his beard, and I could see a bulge beginning to form in his pants. Though he might have relented, Bill was of no mind to be manipulated by his gorgeous wife.

"You would do well to abide with our conventional titillations," muttered Bill dismissively, "as we have always done."

"Oh William, why can things not be between us as they once were? Do you even care for me at all any longer? Why can I no longer be the sole object of your attentions?" pleaded Annie.

"I do not like when we quarrel, Arianna," Bill retorted, "and now we have done so before Maybelle and her family. We have hardly quarreled at all during our long years of marriage, and have only done so of late, as you yearn to wallow in the corruptions of the wider world. But we shall discuss this subject at length later."

An awkward silence fell about the crowd, since there was nothing anyone could say that could follow that. Up until that point, some of the family might have been willing to consider the outlandish claim that perhaps these two might have somehow been our actual ancestors. But following these last revelations, serious doubt was now cast.

Grandma Annie was remembered as being beautiful and voluptuous in the extreme, undoubtedly as alluring as this hippy chick, with her dazzling green eyes and overly buxom figure. But Grandma Annie was absolutely devoted to her man, and famous for her modesty before all others, and never openly lewd and licentious as this girl Annie confessed to be. These candid admissions did not comport with the family's expectations of their distinguished forebear.

Bill moved apart from Annie, fuming, and she finally drew away from him in resentment. The silence grew most uncomfortable, but looks of regret and shame began to mingle with the anger on both faces. If Bill and Annie did not argue frequently, let alone before such a large audience, they now both appeared quite humiliated by their public display. The silence was finally broken by my Grandpa Frank, who intoned great skepticism.

"Pardon me for being blunt, but even though you two let on to somehow be my great-grandparents, back from the dead and still looking like a couple of kids after 150 years, I don't believe the real Grandma Annie would behave or speak as you did. Walking in here, dressed like a floozy, and telling stories about showing around your tits at some rock and roll show! Maybe loose-living hippies like you people do such things, but certainly not our fabled matriarch!

Bill and Annie sat in silence, Annie with a stunned look of shame and regret, and Bill seething in anger, yet unable to refute the clear point of his wife's dishonor.

Aunt Edith interjected, "What everyone in the family loves the most about reading our forebears' journals is how Grandma Annie had such a deep and passionate love for Grandpa Bill. Though she was so very beautiful and desirable to all men, she held a steadfast love and devotion for her husband. She is a legend and an inspiration to us all! How could the great Grandma Annie behave like you admit, flashing around her body, seeking lurid attention from strange men?"

Noises of agreement rose up from the family. By now, Annie had hid her face in her hands, and began to cry. It was now Grandma Mabel's turn to offer her regrets.

"Oh Grannie, how could you? How could you do such things to Grampie? I just told you of the great love I shared with my James on our honeymoon, which you made possible with your gift of the melon! Why, we built our marriage around your loving example! We all did! I've waited nearly 80 years to tell you this story! I told all these kids of your great love, that you were the one we emulated all these years!

"Oh Grannie, how could you carry on so like a common tramp? How could show your breasts to other men, and threaten such nasty things to your beloved husband? What has Grampie ever done to betray your trust? Oh Grannie, you've broken his heart terribly! And now I'm heartbroken too!"

Annie looked as though her heart were ripped out and dashed to the ground. She raised her face, smeared with tears, her eyes reddened from crying. She looked at Grandma Mabel and then all the room.

"You are right, you are all so right to condemn me," wept Annie. "Oh, how could I be so heartless? How could I have spoken so to my beloved William? Please forgive me, My Strong Protector, My Handsome Hero, the father of my babes! You who saved me from the sea on our wedding day, and later from the Great Bear. Who cared for me all those years in the wilderness!"

"Arianna," spoke Bill tenderly, "Perhaps I have not considered your wishes. Perhaps I have taken you for granted. It has been so many years, and like any blazing bonfire, even hotly-burning love such as ours can grow cold unless it is properly tended. You speak truly, I confess that I have allowed myself to become distracted from you by my work and by other women. We have both fallen prey to this world of modern miracles, which holds so many temptations and corruptions."

Grandpa Frank remained the skeptic, and was unswayed by Bill and Annie's displays of remorse.

"My my, what a performance, now that you're found out! Crocodile tears, I think! You could have gotten a hold of the melon and a copy of those journals. You two could have learned all there was to know about our Grandma Annie, so that you could come here to bamboozle my elderly mother."

At this, Annie wailed and sobbed all the more. She was either an outstanding actress, or else her heart was truly crushed by Grandpa Frank's cutting words. At this, Bill stood up, his fists balled up and ready at his sides.

"That will be quite enough out of you, Frank," spoke Bill menacingly, looming over Grandpa Frank.

"Frank, now you hush already," interjected Grandma Mabel, "can't you see you've upset the poor girl? Maybe they're not really my grandparents after all, but as my guests, they are at least entitled to a little more respect."

At this mention, Bill and Annie both looked at Grandma Mabel, eyes widened in stunned surprise. Annie buried her face in her hands once again, weeping and wailing moreso than before. Bill's face maintained an angry scowl, and he sat down next to his wife, and laid an arm around her shoulder to comfort her. At that moment, Aunt Eleanor appeared at the doorway, accompanied by two policemen.

"Mother," spoke Aunt Eleanor to Grandma Mabel, "These officers bring us some interesting revelations about our gate crashers."

The tall officer said, "The Mustang is registered to one William Gooch of San Francisco, and had been titled over to him by the Berkshire Foundation, a British concern."

A look of grave doubt fell over Grandma Mabel's features. She looked at Bill and Annie with a dubious expression.

"Maybelle!" pleaded Annie, "Gooch is William's mother's maiden name! You know this! Please understand that it has been necessary for us to have maintained several alternate identities over the years! How could we account for ourselves otherwise? Who would accept the truth? Please believe me!"

"Do you not now see, Arianna?" grumbled Bill. "Is this not just as I told you it would be?"

Grandma Mabel looked away, her face pointed downwards, shaking her head.

The short officer spoke to Bill, saying, "Can you produce some identification, sir?"

Bill reluctantly pulled out his wallet, and removed his driver's license. The cop stated, "It's a California ID in the name of William H. Gooch, San Francisco address, born 1935."

Aunt Eleanor stood back, her head held high, gloating in triumph.

"I have been very busy while you imposters have chatted away the afternoon in our parlor. I have sworn out a complaint against you, Mr. Gooch, and your presumed wife. Our family attorney has obtained a restraining order against you both. Henceforth, neither of you are to approach our house, or otherwise come within 500 feet of my mother. If you attempt to do so, we will have you arrested on the spot."

Grandma Mabel looked very troubled. She was getting caught up in these new revelations, and in spite of her eagerness to believe, she now harbored serious doubts that her guests really were her long-lost grandparents.

"Eleanor, all this is really not necessary, is it? Why, this is a nice young couple anyway, whoever they are. Aren't they? My, I was certainly happy today visiting with them and sharing stories. Oh, my poor old head! I'm so confused!

Bill was seething with anger, but poor Annie appeared heartbroken. Either they were truly saddened that the family had turned on them, or else they were frustrated because their caper had been uncovered. Either way, there was no way that their claims could be verified.

"Pardon me for asking, young fella," interjected Grandpa Frank, "but according to the old family yarn, Grandpa Bill Gillingham was seriously injured fighting the Great Bear that threatened his wife and Grandpa Will, when he was just a babe in arms. If you really are Old Grandpa Bill, as you let on, then you should have the scars of that fight. Let's see 'em."

Murmurs of assent went out among the crowd, and it was clear that everyone wanted our young party crasher to prove himself in this way. Bill hesitated, and looked somewhat troubled at the suggestion.

"There is really nothing to see, the scars have long since faded," he wavered.

"Come on, 'Grandpa,' let's see your scars!" arose comments from throughout the room, accompanied by a general hubbub of agreement.

"How many times shall I be required to strip off my clothing for you people this day? I have spoken truly and see no need to offer further proof of my words!" Bill protested.

The clamor grew louder and angrier, as Bill and Annie were put on the defensive. The bravery of the man was evident, as he stood up resolute, his shoulders square and back straight, with fists balled, ready to meet any physical challenge that any of the men might present.

"Quiet! Hush now, all of you!" hollered Grandma Mabel, silencing the hostile crowd of relatives. When silence was restored, Grandma spoke kindly to the strangers, and asked inquiringly.

"Please, young man," entreated Grandma Mabel, "there is no harm in doing this. Please show us, that maybe we might try to accept your story."

A crestfallen look fell upon Bill's features, and he looked down at Annie, tears streaming from her eyes. His wife nodded at him and he turned again, scowling at each face in the room, until turning again to Grandma Mabel.

"'Young man' you say? Et tu, Maybelle?" was all he said, and then he removed his leather vest, untucked his shirt, and began undoing the buttons. He opened his shirt to reveal his left side. His chest was hairy and well-muscled, and he turned his side to show everyone in the room. Three long, thin parallel lines were clearly visible through his chest hair, over his ribs. However, these marks did not appear to be any sort of scars, certainly not what like one would have expected from near-deadly wounds.

"How about the other side?" spoke Grandpa Frank.

"The bear gashed my left side," protested Bill, restraining his great anger.

"Let's see it anyway," retorted my grandfather. In a snappish manner, Bill pulled the shirt over his shoulders so that his right side was revealed also. No scars were seen there either.

"There! Are you now pleased?" muttered Bill.

"Looks like you have no such scars, you fraud!" snorted Grandpa Frank.

"Well, it happened a very long time ago, and they have had much time to heal. Also, we have eaten a great deal of melon since then," grumbled Bill, seething, barely containing his smoldering fire of resentment.

Annie was still sobbing into her hands, and Grandma Mabel extended her own hand as if to touch her shoulder, but then withdrew it, reclining into her own chair to cry. Bill replaced his shirt and buttoned it again, returning the angry looks throughout the crowd.

"You will all regret this outrage... and rather soon I should think," threatened Bill.

"Come, Arianna," he snarled, "it is time to leave these people."

"Yes, it is indeed," spoke Aunt Eleanor, as the two police officers came alongside Bill and Annie.

At the imminent departure of her guests, as the cops were about to escort them out, Grandma Mabel was filled with regret, her faith in Bill and Annie suddenly restored. She sought to remedy the situation and send the police away.

"I am so sorry for doubting you, Grandma Annie, Grandpa Bill! I apologize for all this trouble. Please stay a while longer! Stay the night, as we planned! Now why don't you fine officers run along now and leave my guests alone in peace?"

"I'm sorry ma'am, I'm just doing my job," spoke the tall cop. "Under the law, I'm afraid your guests will have to leave now."

"Ohhhhh..." moaned Grandma Mabel, utterly dejected. "I'm so sorry for not believing you, Grandma Annie!"

"No, Maybelle, it is I who am sorry, to you and all your children. William and I have lost our way, and we almost strayed too far. I need to find the path back again to My Handsome Man, William, and he to me. Thank you for this journal! It has been many uncountable years since we last read these words. We will read from it together, as we did in our youth, and we will recall the earliest days of our love, when we were both so very young, and our love was new. And we will rekindle the blaze that once burned so brightly."

The angry faces around the room softened at Annie's mea culpa. It seemed as if some of the family members truly wanted to believe that their story was true, that somehow this hippie couple actually was the legendary William and Arianna Gillingham, here in the flesh. But nevertheless, the weight of skepticism hung heavy on most of them, and their hearts could not win out over their rational minds.

Annie went over to hug Grandma Mabel, and the women embraced for a short moment. But then the officers came alongside Annie, to escort her and Bill away.

"I love you Grandma Annie! And I love you too, Grandpa Bill! I'm so terribly sorry! I'll work this out somehow! Please come visit me again! I'll miss you!'

"Farewell, my sweet Maybelle," wept Annie, tears streaming down her lovely cheeks. With a grave note of finality, she said "I shall miss you every day, and for all the long years ahead to come."

I looked around the crowd and most everyone had a look of regret on their face, as if they were now sorry they had driven Bill and Annie away. Of course it was still hard for them to believe that these two were really were our actual ancestors, still alive and ageless, but no one wished to see them thrown out in disgrace. No one except Aunt Eleanor, that is. She stood there with a smug, contemptuous look as Bill and Annie were escorted out by the police.

"Well, good riddance to that rubbish," sneered Aunt Eleanor.

In that moment, I hated that woman like no one else on earth. I hated the whole family for their scorn and cowardice, and regretted being in this place with these people.

"You stupid assholes! Look what you did!" I shouted at my family, at my grandparents, aunts and uncles and cousins. "Why did you have to be so mean to them? What if they were telling the truth? Whoever they were, they made Grandma Mabel happier today than she's been for a long time!"

I looked around at the faces of my relations, some of them angry at me for my cocky attitude, some of them stung by the truth of my words. I realized that I never liked most of them all that much in the first place, and now wanted nothing to do with the whole lot. Except for poor old Grandma Mabel, though I was sorry that she got caught up in their cruelty and cowardice.

As the police walked Bill and Annie out the front door, I chased after them, following them over to their car.

"Grandma Annie! Grandpa Bill! I believe you! Even if the whole family doesn't, I do believe what you said! Thank you so much for coming today! It has been a great honor to meet you both!"

Annie smiled, her sparkling eyes bleary and her lovely cheeks still smeared with tears.

"Oh Bob, you're such a fine boy! You bring honor to the Penton name! I wish you a long and happy life with the girl of your dreams!"

Naturally, that would be Annie herself, but that could never be, even she were not a married woman, let alone my 149 year old great-great-great grandmother. It was not until I met Diana, and when we were married four years after that, that Annie's wish for me was fulfilled.

Bill opened Annie's door and they both sat down in their fire engine red 1965 Mustang convertible. Bill turned the key, revving the engine, and I hollered over to them, "Will I ever see you again?"

"You never do know!" replied Annie, as another beautiful smile curled about her full red lips, her emerald green eyes scintillating as she gave me another wink.

Bill looked at her and then back at me with a scowl. He spoke sharply to me, saying, "I hope you both realize that I know what happened in the bedroom today."

I came up short, and my heart caught in my throat. I wondered if Bill would get out of the car right then and pound me within an inch of my life. Annie smiled at me again, shrugging her shoulders. Instead, Bill gave me a curt nod, and punched the gas, driving away with his gorgeous wife, her fingers twirling at me in a wave of goodbye. The gears shifted as the fat tires of the muscle car tore up the grass on the front lawn.

Annie let down her hair and cuddled up next to her husband, her thick shag carpet of sandy brown hair streaming out of the open top of the car as the air blew over her head. The sound of Annie's melodious laughter floated over on the breeze as the 'Stang rocketed out the front drive, pedal to the metal. Annie's head disappeared onto Bill's crotch, and I surmised that she and Bill were already making amends.

The shadows of evening were stretching away from the trees as Bill and Annie disappeared from my sight. Before long, the car was heard passing the front gate, and then out on the street, the roar of the 289 V8 engine receding into the distance.

Epilogue

My Life After Bill and Annie

I never did see them again, and still have not seen them to this day, over thirty five years later. Were they actually the real William and Arianna Gillingham, stepping out of history, their youth preserved by the melon? Or were they really just a couple of skillful con artists after all, who almost wormed their their way into the good graces of a senile old rich woman? I suppose we may never know for sure.

Maybe they went back to their tropical island and never came back? Perhaps they read their journals again, after so many years, and rekindled the fires that burned so brightly in their early years? Or maybe their lengthy years finally caught up with them? They'd be closing in on 200 by now. Even if it were the fountain of youth, I wonder how many years the melon could add to a natural lifespan.

On the other hand, maybe Bill and Annie intend to come around someday but just haven't gotten around to it yet? The years do pass very quickly for them, after all, and time does get away from them. Whatever the case, they never did come back around again, and neither Grandma Mabel nor I saw them anymore after that day.

But what if they actually were the real deal? Wouldn't it be incestuous for me to lust after the succulent tits and exquisite body of my great-great-great-grandmother? Well, maybe or maybe not. After all, Annie and I only shared 1/32 of our blood, much less than even a distant cousin, many times removed. Besides, I didn't grow up knowing her as a relative, and we had no family connection. When I met her, she was a stranger to me, not someone I knew as a family member.

Forgetting all that, how many guys have a long-lost great-great-great-grandmother who looked like a gorgeous 20 year old with creamy, succulent watermelon-sized tits? And how would another guy feel if he had the chance to see the sexy old lady naked? Whatever the truth of the matter, this situation certainly was unprecedented. Apparently Annie felt the same, since she was not bothered by what she did for me. By thinking along these lines, I was able to rationalize that it was okay to jack off thinking about Annie and her spectacularly gigantic, jiggling, creamy, pink-tipped, watermelon-sized tits for many years to come.

But wasn't Annie at least being unfaithful to her husband by giving me that virtual blowjob? Well, it was Bill's actual cock that she sucked dry, not mine, and she never did actually touch me at any point in the day. Maybe Annie had the ability to make me dream that it happened? But then where did my load disappear to, if not into her luscious mouth? And how did my cock get wet, like she was actually sucking it? Did I dream all that up too? Whatever actually happened in reality, I think Annie just used her magical super powers in a very innocent way to give me the thrill of my life. And what a thrill it was! I hoped that someday Bill would come to see it that way, anyhow.

That fall after the reunion, for some mysterious reason, the family trust was revoked, and its assets reverted to sources that could not be traced. This left the family penniless and the Gillingham estate in foreclosure. At that point, it seemed clear to everyone in the family that Bill and Annie were really who they said they were, and that this was Grandpa Bill's way of disowning them for the shabby treatment he and Grandma Annie had received at the reunion. After the wreck of their gravy train, the family began to drift apart, the younger relatives seeking work in different parts of the country. We never did have another big family reunion like we had in the old days, and certainly not another like the infamous reunion of 1975.

Somehow, through the intervention of entities unidentified, a separate trust was established that acquired certain family assets from the original trust, including the Gillingham estate. The trust stipulated that Grandma Mabel remain in the house as its custodian for the remainder of her days, with a sizable stipend for living expenses and in-home nursing care, as needed. The trust also stipulated that no other family members could live in the house with her, or otherwise benefit from the trust, specifically mentioning her children Eleanor and Frank by name.

It turned out that I was also named in the trust, which stipulated that I was to be Grandma Mabel's sole heir, assuming I met several provisions. For one, that I was required to move into the house upon my eighteenth birthday. For another, that I was required to marry before my twentieth birthday. Third, my wife and I were to become the sole keepers of the estate upon the death of Grandma Mabel. There were additional stipulations, to be unsealed after I was married.

In the fall of 1975, after the family reunion, I started my sophomore year of high school. It was then that I met Diana. She was a gorgeous freshman, and it was love at first sight. I fell for her like a load of bricks. Diana had beautiful, long black hair, stunning brown eyes that smoldered with passion, olive-skinned and a sexy body, with great legs, a cute butt and a trim waist. I always had a thing for dusky brunettes, and was very glad that such an incredibly foxy chick would go for me.

I would have loved to get into Diana's pants, but she was an old fashioned girl who was "saving it for marriage." That was fine with me, since I hadn't done it yet with a girl myself. I made up my mind that I would wait for Diana, and that she would be the only girl for me! My only regret about Diana was that she was completely flat-chested. Her tits were practically non-existent, and here I was an avid tit man. But that was a small price to pay for finding such a great girl who was crazy about me.

In the back of my mind, I thought about the melon, and held out the hope that there would be some for us when we got married. One day Diana mentioned that she was terribly self-conscious about her tiny boobs. She would give anything to have a pair of big juicy tits, and that this was her greatest fantasy. I told Diana about my own breast obsession, along with what I learned about the melon. Naturally, she didn't believe it at first, but she did come around to the fact that the women in my family, even the in-laws, all had huge knockers.

From that day, Diana and I discussed the melon all the time, whenever we were together, and it became a huge part of our love talk. We'd make out and then fantasize of the day when her tits would balloon out like beach balls, and my cock would grow into a salami. Talking about the melon and Diana's giant tits became a huge part of our relationship. We couldn't wait until Diana was legal and out of school so that we could get married and have our fantasy come true.

I moved into the estate house with Grandma Mabel after high school, since the trust also required that I work as the groundskeeper and to look after Grandma Mabel. We grew even closer, and Grandma told me all of her stories about Grandma Annie and Grandpa Bill. After hearing these stories, I was all the more convinced that those hippies from the '75 reunion really were her grandparents, just as Grandma Mabel herself believed.

Diana and I got married as soon as she graduated, in the summer of '79. We planned that she would join me at the estate, and help take care of Grandma Mabel. We had a simple wedding service in the morning, for close family and friends, on the grounds of the estate. A brunch reception was held, which drifted apart by two in the afternoon. When everyone else was gone, Grandma gave us a special wedding present -- a picnic basket, wrapped with a bow.

"Why don't you kids take a stroll out up the hillside, by the grove?" suggested Grandma Mabel, with a winsome wink of her eye.

Off we went, still wearing our wedding clothes, both our hearts beating excitedly with every step. Diana was so beautiful in her dress, and she smiled at me as we strolled down the trail to the hillside by the grove, the most secluded patch of the 500 acre estate, where Grandma Mabel and Grandpa Jim consummated their own union so many years before.

We pitched a blanket on the grass, and I kissed Diana as we both stood there, wrapping our arms around each other. She kissed me back with a vengeance, and our tongues swirled in and out of each other's mouths.

Diana looked at me, her sexy brown eyes dancing, and said, "I love you, Mr. Penton."

"I love you, Mrs. Penton," I replied.

I removed the veil from Diana's beautiful black hair and laid it gently on the grass. Diana slid my jacket off my shoulders, and laid it neatly aside. I kicked off my shoes as Diana did the same. Then I began to undo the buttons on the back of Diana's dress. My virgin bride gazed at me, both of us trembling with excitement, as her dress dropped to her feet. Diana stepped one foot out, and then the other. I picked up her dress and laid it aside by the veil. Diana stood there in her bra and panties and stockings.

Diana was so beautiful, the sun's rays dancing on her tanned flesh, her dark hair falling onto her smooth shoulders, on top of her bra straps. Diana undid the buttons, and slid the shirt off my back, tossing it on top of my jacket. She glanced down to look at the bulge in my pants, and smiled a sexy smile. Diana undid my pants, and unzipped the zipper, and pushed the pants down to my feet. Diana smiled at the sight of the big bulge protruding from my shorts. Standing there in our underwear, I kissed Diana again. Then we both took a seat on the blanket. We cuddled next to each other, both of us smiling, our hearts beating quickly with anticipation.

Diana was so beautiful and sexy sitting on that blanket on the grass, her fluffy black hair hanging down her back to her narrow waist. With a sultry smile, Diana slowly began to slide one stocking off of her luscious thigh. I reached over to finish the job, sliding it down to her slim knee, and then over her round calf, then off her foot. Then I did the same with the other leg, stroking her sexy legs as I stripped off her other stocking. Her tanned legs now bare, Diana grabbed a sock and tugged it from my foot, then removed the other. She leaned forward and kissed me once more.

"Let's have some lunch!" Diana said, removing a melon from the basket. Finally! After so many years and hearing so much about the famous melon, after Diana and I had talked so much about it, here was one of our own! Will it really work for us, according to the old family legend? We'll know in a little while!

I watched excitedly as Diana drew a knife and cut the fruit into sections. Diana set the sections on a plate, and then she reclined on one arm, a smoldering expression on her face. I grabbed Diana and kissed her again, the tips of our tongues circling each other.

I pulled my face away and Diana looked at me expectantly. Diana sat there smiling as I slid one bra strap from her shoulder, then the other. I then slid my hand around her back and undid the fastener of her bra. Diana smiled at me lovingly as her bra fell from her shoulders. The skin on Diana's chest was so smooth and soft, and followed the contour of her rib cage entirely, without even a small swell where tits might have been. I small thrill raced through me at my first sighting of Diana's nipples, which were tiny and shrivelled, like a couple of dark little raisins protruding from the flat expanse of her chest, set inside tiny dark brown areolas smaller than a quarter.

Except for her completely flat chest, Diana was absolutely gorgeous, and my cock tingled at the mere sight of her bare skin. But I hoped so bad that the melon would do its magic, because I couldn't bear the thought of Diana remaining so completely titless. Diana had tan lines on her shoulders, with pale stripes where her bikini straps had been, and a white silhouette across her chest from the flat cups of her bikini top, with her tiny nipples in the middle.

I wrapped my arm around Diana and glided my other hand over her flat chest, which was completely smooth except for the hard little bumps of her shrivelled nipples. Diana smiled, closing her eyes dreamily as my hand caressed her non-existent breasts. Then she reached forward and took two slices of melon, handing me one.

"Let's dig in, honey!" said Diana sweetly.

And dig in we did. I took a bite of the melon, amazed at the sweet flavor, so happy to be finally sharing this fruit with Diana. At that first taste, a ravenous hunger for the sweet fruit came over me, and I devoured the piece. Diana did the same with her slice, moaning and gasping as she gobbled up the melon. We each inhaled another piece and then another. My heart was pounding like a hammer in my chest, and my breathing was heavy. A thrill of adrenaline coursed through my veins, and I began to feel stoned, my head becoming foggy in a way like I had never felt before.

Diana looked at me seductively, eyeing me up and down, as she chomped down another section. Her eyes were fixed on my crotch, as my swollen member was straining against my briefs. As she finished her slice, Diana slid her hands into my underwear, and felt my rigid cock. Oh, it felt so good as Diana's soft hands held it for the first time. She popped it over the waistband and her eyes grew wide.

"Oh wow! Bob! Your dick is so big!"

My cock was still normal size, but swollen to its fullest and hardest. I was so glad that my virgin bride thought it was big! I kissed Diana again as her hands stroked up and down my solid shaft. Diana moaned gently as I stroked my fingers over her chest.

"OH!" cried Diana, her whole body jolting. "OHHH!!! Oh Bob!"

Diana's chest became very warm, and her tiny shriveled nipples became hot under my hands. The taut skin stretched over Diana's chest began to relax, becoming spongy under my fingers. As I caressed Diana's chest, I could now feel some flesh moving around underneath my hand.

"Oh Bob! Oooooh! Oh, it hurts so bad!" cried Diana.

I sat Diana up, keeping my arm around her. She was looking down, and had a pained expression on her face. As I watched, her shriveled nipples relaxed, enlarging from raisins to grapes! Diana moaned, calling my name over and over. Two little bumps of flesh began to raise up from her chest, centered under her not-so-tiny nipples. Diana's head rolled back and she screamed as the two little bumps protruded outwardly from her chest, like soft little cones of flesh.

Before my eyes, the little cones increased in diameter as they projected farther forward, becoming more round in shape. Diana looked at me, whimpering, a look of anguish and agony on her face. She grabbed my hands and held them to her chest. My hands burned hotly on top of the two small mounds of firm flesh that now sat upon Diana's chest.

Diana cried out again as the small mounds inflated in my hands, becoming a couple of squishy handfuls of soft flesh. A thrill shot through me as this pair of modest breasts blossomed from Diana's chest! They were so soft but still firm, and felt so good in my hands! I was elated, and squeezed and played joyfully with Diana's blossoming titties.

I slid my hands along the sides of Diana's new tits to take a look. Diana now had a couple of perky little domes that sprouted from the formerly flat landscape of her chest. Diana's nipples had grown larger and somewhat faded in color, becoming puffy and a beautiful shade of golden brown, appearing very soft.

I squeezed and fondled Diana's soft little bags of jello, making her howl with erotic delight. Diana grabbed my cock and stroked it with her hand. I kneeled before Diana and she rose on her knees to face me. I pulled Diana close, squeezing her budding breasts against my bare chest. Diana moaned again as I kissed her neck, and slid my hands over her back, and down onto her tight little ass.

My hands went under her panties and glided over the firm cheeks of her sweet little butt. Then I worked her panties off her hips. Diana gasped with erotic joy, grabbing my own briefs and pulling them down over my thighs. I pulled Diana's panties over her legs, and she did the same for my shorts. Then we were both finally naked. I looked down to inspect her luscious body, and I admired the black bush between her legs. I grabbed my bride by the face and shoved my tongue down her throat. Diana wrapped her arms around my head and extended her tongue against mine in return.

My chest was hot where Diana's nipples were pressed against it, and I could feel the soft mounds of flesh growing while they squished against my pecs. Diana rubbed her chest against mine, and moaned urgently at this arousing contact. I held her close, so that my rigid cock was pressed tightly against her belly.

I pulled myself away from Diana's sweet lips to take another look. Diana's brand new titties had grown to the size of small oranges, very perky, sagging down only slightly from the place where they joined her chest. Diana's nipples had become full knobs of soft flesh, surrounded by a smooth, tan-colored ring about two inches in diameter, circled all around with little bumps.

"Bob... look! I have boobs!" said Diana excitedly, a joyful smile on her lips.

My cock got even harder to see Diana's newly-grown breasts, and the now-sexy nipples at their tips. I exploded with excitement, squeezing my bride's soft tits in my hands, as I reclined her down onto the blanket. I nuzzled my face in between Diana's little mounds, and squeezed them against my cheeks. Diana moaned emphatically, pulling my head closely into her tits. Diana screamed as my hands fondled her nipples, rolling them gently between my fingers.

Sliding my face on top of one of the soft piles, my mouth sought Diana's nipple. Diana screamed again as my lips found her tender tip. I sucked on Diana's nipple, circling it with my tongue, as she hung onto my head with both hands. I could feel her soft bud swelling in my mouth as I sucked on it, and the plumpening breast under it mashing against my face. I rolled onto my back, carrying Diana on top of me. Diana pulled away so that she loomed over me, enabling me to see the new extent of her swelling tits.

Diana looked down on me, with her brand new pair of titties dangling above my face, her dark brown hair hanging from her beautiful head. Diana's titties were nice and round, and had grown to maybe about the size of grapefruits. Her nipples had swelled to the size of gumballs, and her areolas had spread out to over three inches, stretched shiny, like they were oiled. Diana giggled excitedly as she shook her new breasts back and forth in front of my face, making them swing and jiggle all around.

"Bob! Look at my boobs! I can't believe it!"

"And they are really nice boobs! Oh Diana, they're so beautiful! So sexy!"

I reached up to grasp Diana's dangling boobs, and they felt amazing in my hands. So soft to the touch, yet so firm to squeeze in my fingers. I was astounded at how smooth and silky her nipples felt. Diana squeaked excitedly as I massaged her wonderful new breasts. Each soft titty fit nicely in my open hand, and I could squeeze them together to make cleavage between them.

"Oh Bob, I have cleavage!" giggled Diana, as I squeezed her titties. I laughed too, and Diana and I laughed together, both of us quite stoned from the melon, and amazed at this phenomenon of Diana's enlarging breasts. Diana's swelling tits felt so hot in my hands, and she moaned ecstatically as I massaged and fondled them. I could feel Diana's tits enlarging in my hands, so that the soft flesh squeezed out between my fingers.

Diana moved her body all over mine, rubbing her hot pussy all over my cock. Oh man, my cock felt so big and hard. I mean, it felt really big! It was so hard that it hurt, and I could feel the skin stretching, swelling from the inside as Diana smeared her wet twat all over it. Diana was sighing and gasping passionately as she wiggled her pelvis all over my crotch.

I squeezed both of Diana's soft funbags together and kissed her nipples. A lusty cry exploded from her lips. I opened my mouth wide and sucked Diana's puffy nipple into my mouth. Diana screamed with excitement. Then I slid my tongue over and sucked the other one. Diana was going nuts! Then I sucked both of her swollen nipples into my mouth at once. Diana almost jumped out of her skin.

"Oh Bob! Oh, that feels so good! Keep doing that! Suck them harder! Oooohhh!!!"

Man, I sucked like a maniac on Diana's tits! And she was going crazy! Diana shook her head all around, making her black hair fly everywhere. She wiggled her pussy all over my cock, and gyrated her hips up my belly and down my thighs. Diana was completely ablaze with sexual fire, and she screamed and moaned wildly.

Diana's tits expanded in my hands even more quickly the harder I sucked on her nipples. Diana's tits became too large for my hands, and my fingers buried themselves deeply in the soft flesh as I squeezed and massaged them vigorously. Diana was crying like she was being tortured, and tears were streaming out of her beautiful eyes. But her groans were in the same rhythm as her gyrations on top of my cock, and I knew that she was also feeling intense pleasure along with the pain in her tits.

"Oh Bob.... Bob... I love you, Bob!" wept Diana, as I mashed her swelling tits and sucked fast on her inflating nipples.

I heard a slurping sound coming from Diana's pussy, and she cried out again. Another slurp and another cry. I understood that these slurps were the sounds of orgasms contracting in her pussy. Diana was twisting and contorting as orgasm after orgasm exploded inside her sweet place.

Diana sat up abruptly, and I could not believe the size of her tits! They had each swelled to the size of gallon jugs, and they bounced and jiggled everywhere with every little motion. Diana's tan lines had stretched and become indistinct, fading from the tanned color at her upper chest and belly down to a creamy color around her light brown nipples. And what a change in her nipples! The swollen tips had become so soft and smooth, each the diameter of a golf ball, set inside shiny beige rings about four inches across, with little bumps sprinkled all over.

I couldn't get enough of Diana's tits! All those years of talking and fantasizing about the melon and our wedding day, and here we were! My hands were all over Diana's nice, round, full, firm titties, squeezing them together, rubbing them all around. I grabbed a single huge tit with my hands, and could barely get both hands around it! I buried my fingers deep into Diana's supple breast flesh, and tweaked and pinched Diana's hot nipples between my fingers.

Everything I did drove Diana along in ecstasy. Diana put her hands up to her face and her arms thrashed all around on her head in erotic convulsions, as if she didn't know what to do next. Diana looked down at me with a look of pure sultry passion. She dropped her face to my chest, smashing her huge tits against my belly, and began to kiss me everywhere, her arms running over my body, exploring all over. Diana moved her body down onto mine, sliding her gigantic tits ever lower, and kissing my belly, and then her face found my enormous, distended cock.

Diana gasped as she confronted my swollen tubesteak. She raised her head and gripped the thick rod with both hands. My cock was at least 18 inches long, and at least three inches thick, and my balls were comparably proportioned. My dick was so big and hard, and its head was purple and bulging, like it was going to pop. It was so incredibly sensitive, and felt like it could explode right there in Diana's soft hands.

Diana's big brown eyes opened in wide amazement as she inspected my gigantic cock. She gripped it tightly in her hands as her soft titties swung and jiggled in front of her. Without a moment's hesitation, Diana stuck out her tongue and licked my cock, like it was an ice cream cone. My whole body shuddered as Diana's soft tongue licked all up and down the length of the fat tube of meat, as she clutched it tightly in her fingers.

I was so turned on as Diana's slippery tongue licked all over my rock-hard organ. I felt a trembling in my cock, and a flood about to unleash that I was afraid I couldn't hold back. I was about to divert Diana, to make her stop, hoping to calm the big boy down, give him a chance to relax, that my I might last a while longer. But just then Diana's mouth swallowed my huge cock in one big bite. A stunned look was on Diana's face as she buried the gigantic thing in her mouth. I could barely understand what Diana was trying to mumble.

"Bob, it's too big! *mphth* ...can't fit it in my mouth! *mmmphtht*...."

"That's okay, honey, you don't have to," I told Diana, grabbing her head, running my fingers through her silky black hair, trying to ease her face upward so that I wouldn't cum.

But in all our years together, Diana always talked about our wedding day, and what she'd do with my big fat cock when she finally got it into her mouth. Though it was bigger than she expected, my bride felt compelled to keep her promise. Diana opened her mouth as wide as she could and forced her head down onto my cock, sucking hard on its swollen head.

"Diana... no... stop...." I protested in vain, but it was already too late. I was too turned on and couldn't hold it back. A fountain of cum spurted up the thick shaft and erupted into Diana's mouth. Diana had been sucking so hard on my cock that she literally drew the cum straight out of my balls and into her mouth.

Shock and surprise were written on Diana's face as her mouth filled with the hot, sticky cum. A second shot squirted into Diana's mouth as she pulled off abruptly. Immediately, another powerful squirt splatted right into her face. Diana had turned her head to the side as another load shot forth, this time splattering her cheek and gooping up her hair. I couldn't believe how much cum there was, the melon must have produced at least a quart.

Diana was very upset by this unexpected turn, which derailed her lustful fury. She released my cock and turned her head aside, coughing as thick strings of cum flew from her lips. Diana gulped to clear her throat and she screwed up her face, shuddering, making her gigantic new tits to shake all around.

"Bbbwwaaauuughhh... Oh, yuck! Aaawwccchhh! Fffththt! Blechhh!"

Diana held up her hands, fingers pointed downward, long strands of thick cum dangling from her fingertips. Viscous drips of clumpy white jiz hung from her mouth, and a large splatter was on her cheek that smeared into her hair. Large splats of cum dripped from her face and hair down onto her gallon-sized tits. Diana opened her eyes to see the creamy slime all over her tits and hands, and a look of despair washed over her face.

"Oh, look at me! Look at all this mess everywhere! Oh Bob....!"

With that, Diana began to cry. Our happy time was spoiled, and the sensual mood was completely broken. I apologized profusely, and grabbed my shirt to wipe Diana's face and hands and tits as she sobbed, taking care to clean the cum out of her hair. I gave Diana some water from a canteen in the basket, and she drank it down, shuddering again as she tried to wash out the taste of my spunk.

Once I cleaned her up, Diana sat there quietly next to me on the blanket, looking down, her black hair hanging down onto her bare shoulders. The sun's rays filtered through the trees onto her beautiful tits, which hung heavily into her lap, her soft nipples quivering with each breath. Diana was utterly gorgeous and sexy, and I was pleased that the melon had given her a really nice pair of jugs. But she was very sad and dejected, since her long-awaited perfect wedding day experience was spoiled by my considerable untimely release. I wrapped my arms around Diana, trying to console her.

"Oh Diana, I'm so sorry! I just couldn't hold it back! Baby, you just turned me on so much! You're so incredibly sexy! Your new boobs.... Everything about you! Diana, I couldn't help myself!"

Diana forced a weak smile, trying hard to put on a happy face, but she was very disappointed. Meanwhile, my huge cock still stood straight up, and it was not yet done. I rubbed Diana's back and kissed her neck, and gliding my hands all over her body. I could feel Diana stiffen at my touch. I grabbed her hand and slid it on top of my cock. She rested her hand limply on top of my rigid pole, but had no enthusiasm.

I kissed Diana's neck and shoulders, and glided my hands over her nipples. She responded mildly to this touch, but her earlier fire was extinguished. I felt terrible and was desperate to do anything to recapture the earlier moment, and to reignite Diana's fire.

"Would you like some more melon?" I asked.

Diana looked at me, and half-heartedly replied, "If you'd like some, I guess I could have some too."

I took out another melon and quickly cut it into sections. I offered Diana a piece and she took a bite. This got her attention, and she quickly took another bite. In a moment, she had devoured the melon, and her flame was rekindled. We each quickly gobbled up another slice, and then another, and soon we had eaten the entire melon. Diana had a fiery look in her dark eyes, but this time it was quite subdued, never reaching the full blaze from before.

"I'm so sorry for how I reacted before, Bob. It's just.... it was like...."

"Ssshh!" I told Diana, "Let me make it up to you."

I made Diana lie down on her belly and rubbed her body all over with my hands, caressing her back and shoulders and legs, and giving her a foot rub. Diana laid there, telling me that it all felt so nice, and humming appreciatively. After a time, I rolled Diana over and began to massage her tits. It was hard to be sure whether they had grown any more, since she was lying on her back, and the luscious globes were flattened against her chest. But Diana moaned gently as I lovingly stroked and fondled her tits.

Diana sat up, smiling seductively, so that her big tits fell forward, jiggling. They had indeed grown somewhat larger with the second melon, each one now bigger than her head. Diana's nipples were so full and soft looking, and as I gazed at them, a small pinprick of white appeared at the tip of one nipple, and then the other nipple, and in a moment there were several dots on each nipple. Diana was lactating! A full drop formed and rolled down the vast expanse of her tit, curving down the underside of the huge round globe, and hanging from underneath. Diana looked down and then looked up at me in amazement.

I took Diana's big round breast in my hands hand and sucked gently on its swollen nipple. The sweet cream tasted so amazing! Diana sighed, as if this were more soothing than arousing. I sucked one nipple and then the other, and suckled Diana's tits to draw out as much of the sweet cream as they would give. While I sucked on Diana's swollen nipples, I moved a hand south until it found the black bush between her legs and discovered the wetness of her sweet pussy. Diana gasped and groaned as my fingers probed around.

My cock was standing straight up, and had grown several inches longer after eating the second melon. I was going nuts from sucking on Diana's tits, and my cock was trembling with anticipation of the next release. I needed to blow another load, and do so quickly. Once her milk was drained, I rested Diana onto her back and climbed on top of her, spreading apart her legs with my knees. Diana looked up at me lovingly, but more submissive and accommodating than eager. I kissed her again, and she smiled at me sweetly. I then placed my penis at the opening of her vagina. Very gently, I urged the bulbous head into Diana's hot wetness.

Diana looked up at me as I penetrated her wet place for the first time. Diana had a mild look of pain in her sexy brown eyes as my gigantic organ entered in. But the melon had made her pussy very juicy, and I opened her up without too much discomfort. I began to move my cock, doing what felt good, gently and slowly rocking my hips back and forth in long strokes. A look of love was in Diana's eyes, and the fire burned more brightly as I eased her along.

Diana was moaning appreciatively, which then turned into excited gasps. As I drove her along, harder and faster, Diana became more responsive, and soon she was groaning ecstatically with each powerful stroke. As I pounded her pussy with my big dick, Diana wrapped her arms around me, hanging onto me as I thrusted harder and deeper.

"Oh Bob! I love you so much!" said Diana, and then she yelped with erotic joy, one time, and then again, and then a third time, as she climaxed once again. One huge thrust and then another, and then a flood of semen was ejaculated into Diana's sweet pussy. Squirt upon squirt was shot deep within her sweet place, and I could feel the cum leaking out of Diana as more and more of my load was shot in.

When I was finally done, I kissed Diana sweetly and rolled off next to her on the blanket. We lay there with her arm across my chest, and her soft boobs pressed against my side, gazing up at the blue sky of our wedding day. After that, we gathered up our stuff, put on a change of clothes and went back to the house. We went to our room, and did it again before bedtime, and I woke her in the middle of the night to do it again.

We had sex a couple times each day over the two-week span of our honeymoon. Diana was always very willing and accommodating, but her fire clearly did not blaze as brightly as mine. It was obvious to me that her unpleasant first experience had left a mark on her. We talked about it and shared our feelings, which helped a lot to reach an understanding. Things improved over time, and Diana eventually warmed up to having sex. Sometimes she was eager for sex and really got into it, other times not as much, even while eating the melon. But overall, Diana was just not the wild, horny, passionate sexual fireball that I expected her to be... that I needed her to be. Because I really was.

I quickly discovered that I was a very sexually intense person, and had an insatiable appetite for lovemaking. I could keep going even after I came, ejaculating several times in a row without losing my erection. My balls produced an almost unlimited supply of cum, even without the melon. However, Diana was much less amorous than me, and would have been content with a great deal less sex. However, she was a very loving wife, and went to great lengths to tolerate my greater appetite and accommodate my considerable needs. Over the course of our marriage, we have always communicated openly, and this has greatly relieved the tensions that arose from our sexual differences.

There was one issue that came to bother me greatly. Diana's tits never again got as big as they did on our wedding day. No matter how much melon we ate, they never again got any larger than cantaloupe size. In between eating the melon, Diana's breasts were not as big as most of the women in my family, fitting loosely in a D-cup, or sometimes just a snug C. Diana's breasts were very nice, and looked very sexy, and I was grateful that she was no longer flat chested. But Diana never did grow huge, gigantic beach ball-sized tits, no matter how much melon we ate. They never even made it as large as watermelon size... like Annie's.

After our honeymoon, the last stipulation of the trust was unsealed. We were met at the estate by none other than the famous Zack Richards himself, managing partner of Richards & Richards, the prestigious law firm in San Francisco, who had long represented our family's business interests. Mr. Richards brought out a contract that simply stipulated: 1) that we always reside at the estate, and not leave for longer than a two-week vacation each year; and 2) that we receive the attached envelope and by accepting, agree to follow the instructions disclosed inside.

Mr. Richards did not know what was in the envelope. It was sealed with an old-fashioned wax seal, the kind that kings and nobles once wore on a ring. I learned later that the seal was the signet of the English House of Berkshire. The letter was simply addressed "Bob" and hand-written in very elegant style, like an elaborate calligraphy, of an old-fashioned style not seen in our day, and clearly the hand of a woman. I hated to sign a contract sight unseen, but the trust was the best opportunity that Diana and I would ever have for financial freedom, so I agreed and signed the contract.

Mr. Richards left, and Diana and I opened the letter. It was written in the same elegant handwriting, under the letterhead of the Berkshire Foundation, with the same crest shown on the seal. The letter stated:

"Whereas, you and your wife agree to cultivate the melon and utilize the grounds of the Gillingham estate to produce the largest crop obtainable each season;

"Whereas, you and your wife agree to consume the melon as a dietary staple each day, eating as many as you wish such as the supply of melon will permit;

"Whereas, you and your wife agree to engage in all the sexual practices indicated in the Gillingham erotic journals, particularly the ones pertaining to oral ingestion of your spouse's fluids; to wit, the husband's semen and the wife's milk;

"Whereas, you and your wife agree to maintain this melon diet for at least nine years, and defer from having children until after the end of this period;

"Whereas, at the end of the latter period, you and your wife agree to have as many children as you wish;

"Whereas, you and your wife agree to resume the melon diet after bearing your last child;

"Whereas, you and your wife agree that the benefits of this trust will extend for as long as you maintain these terms. Violation will result in the voiding of the contract and cessation of all benefits thereof."

These seemed to be very unusual terms. Okay, so we get to live in this big house for free, with a guaranteed income for life, if only we eat the melon and lay around screwing like rabbits every day for nine years, as long as I swallow Diana's milk and she swallows my cum. Sounded like a great deal to me! But not to Diana. After our wedding day, Diana wouldn't let me cum in her mouth. But Diana was a very practical girl, and she knew that this was a small price to pay for being financially set up for life.

I took to our task with gusto, and Diana went along as my willing and devoted companion. Diana gagged the first few times she tried to swallow my cum, but she did better with practice and soon became quite skillful at giving me head. In time, Diana came to accept this term of the trust, and even said that she got used to the taste of my cum, but I always thought she was just saying that to be nice. In time, Diana warmed up to the task, and eventually became a more enthusiastic lover.

As we ate the melon each day, we read from the erotic journals of William and Arianna Gillingham. It was clear to both of us that I had inherited Grandma Annie's nymphomaniac gene! But Diana was disdainful of Annie's enthusiasm for swallowing cum. Diana never could relate to the extreme reckless abandon that Annie displayed in the old tales. Since I was the same way, I was saddened that I did not have a passionate spouse who would share my extreme impulses.

Though we never knew for sure, it was pretty clear to me that the trust was Bill and Annie's doing, or maybe even just Annie herself. It was clear that what we were expected to do was to reproduce certain conditions that Bill and Annie experienced on their island. It was obvious that we were to be "guinea pigs" in an experiment to test Bill's theory about the youth-preserving and life-extending properties of the melon. Maybe this was part of a medical research experiment they were conducting. Maybe they were hoping to study whether the melon could cure disease or extend life, or even work as a beauty treatment for that matter.

That first summer was the most wonderful time of our lives. Each day that first summer was spent eating melon and romping about naked all over the estate, passing our time fucking and sucking from sunrise to sundown. I'll bet we did it five times a day most of the time. Some days we would eat several melons, and other times we would drink some of the love wine from Grandma's well-stocked wine cellar. Along the way, we looked after the melon crop and got dressed long enough each day to take care of Grandma Mabel.

I also spent an hour or two each day working out with weights, and before long I had a body builder's physique. I guessed that the hormonal nature of the melon produced a natural steroid in my system that enabled me to acquire a lot of muscle mass. Diana loved my muscular body, and told me that I should compete. She said that I was bigger and more ripped than the all big names in body building. I didn't care about that, and I sure wasn't going to shave my body. I was just content to let Arnold win the titles every year while I stayed home fucking my gorgeous wife.

That fall brought in a bountiful melon harvest. We took our daily sex party indoors as the season cooled. Time passed quickly, with nothing to do every day except suck on Diana's tits while she sucked my dick. I never grew bored of having sex all day. With my insatiable sex drive, I could pop Diana three or four times in a row without getting sore or running dry. But Diana would been happier shopping all day at the mall.

We had a wonderful Christmas at the house with Grandma Mabel, not realizing that it would be her last. Grandma Mabel Gillingham Penton died peacefully in her sleep in the summer of 1980, at the ripe old age of 100. We buried her in the family cemetery plot, on the grounds of the estate, right next to Grandpa Jim. All of the children of William and Arianna Gillingham are buried here, along with many of their grandchildren. My namesake Captain Robert Penton and his wife Grandma Millie are also buried there, along with their children as well.

Now we were alone in the house, allowing Diana and I more time to pass our days romping about, engaged in sex and breeding the melon. We rarely left the house except for groceries, and we lost touch with all our friends as we lay around naked all the time, just the two of us. In this way, the first nine years went by very quickly.

Whatever the actual goal of the trust might have been, whether it was Bill and Annie or someone else who made those stipulations, they did not appear concerned about how long this experiment might take. We never heard from anyone, nor did we have any contact of any kind whatsoever with the Berkshire Foundation. For all we knew, someone was watching us from afar, to see whether we were holding up our end of the deal. But I had every reason to believe that we were on the honor system, and that no accounting would be made unless we did something explicit to violate the contract.

I hoped that Bill and Annie would return at some point, especially while Grandma Mabel was still alive. They never did. It was like they dropped off the face of the earth, just they had done so long ago. Were they really the ones behind the mysterious Berkshire Foundation? More importantly, were they really my great-great-great-grandparents, still alive after a century and a half?

I even contacted Mr. Richards at the law firm, asking him to carry a message to our mysterious benefactors. He agreed to do so, but we never received a reply. As time went by, I began to doubt, no longer so sure that Bill and Annie were the real thing. Often would Diana and I sit and cuddle naked while reading from the erotic journals of my great-great-great-grandparents. We usually wouldn't get far before we'd be inspired by their example and off on another round of lovemaking ourselves.

I would stare long at the nude drawings of Grandma Annie made by Grandpa Bill and admire how remarkably they resembled the hippie girl from the '75 family reunion. I would remember that amazing scene from the bedroom, and how Annie inflated her tits to such a remarkable size. Then I'd think that maybe that hippie chick Annie was the real Arianna of the journals, though those drawings didn't come close to capturing her true beauty. My mind would go back and forth, one day I would believe, and the next I would doubt.

Diana and I had two kids, James, who was born in 1989 and Mabel, born the next year. After the kids were born, we started back eating the melon, as often as caring for the kids would allow. The rest of the years have flown by, but you can't tell that by looking at us. Diana and I still look exactly like we did in our wedding album. The kids can't believe it, since we look young enough to be their siblings.

I'm about to turn 50, and Diana hits that milestone next year, and we still look like a couple of college kids. It appears that Bill and Annie's experiment is a success, because we "guinea pigs" haven't aged a single day since the late '70s. I know the years really get away from Bill and Annie, but I'm hoping that maybe we can expect a visit from them someday soon.