A Second Postcript to The Tale of Our Isle Series,
a Sequel to Family Reunion.

Life took a very unexpected turn. I was living happily with my wife Diana, and we had recently celebrated our 31st wedding anniversary. We were very happy together, even after all those years. I had hoped that it would be the two of us, Diana and Bob, for the long haul, and that our marriage would last a hundred years, even longer. No, really. I'm not exaggerating.

You see, I'm the keeper of a great family secret. For 150 years, my family has cultivated a very special melon. The "love melon" is an intoxicating aphrodisiac that causes a woman's breasts and a man's penis and testicles to enlarge. A lot. Like, a whole lot! In most cases, the melon can cause a woman's tits to grow several cup sizes in a matter of minutes, typically becoming as large as a K-cup. A guy's cock can grow to over a foot and a half long, with maybe two-and-a-half inches in girth.

In addition, the melon creates an intense sex drive and extreme responsiveness in the sexual organs. It also results in greatly increased semen production in men, and most of the time, lactation in women. As you might imagine, this makes for some extremely hot sex! Eating the melon also causes permanent enlargement in the sexual parts, with most women ending up with breasts at least large enough to fill a G-cup, and giving men at least a twelve-inch erection, even when not under the influence of the melon.

Also, the melon permanently enhances the person's natural desirable attributes, making the women more beautiful than before, and making the men more handsome. Various sexually attractive traits are amplified, such as thickening of the hair, including a woman's eyelashes, highlighting the natural tint of her cheeks, lips, and eyelids, and making the eyes appear larger and brighter and otherwise more attractive. A woman's curves are made curvier, and a man becomes more muscular and virile. Because of the melon, we're a nice looking family.

Usually, the full effects of the melon come on within a few minutes of eating it. The initial symptoms include an increase in body temperature, heart rate and respiration, and a ravenous hunger for more melon. The effects are not always the same every time, and can vary from person to person, or from couple to couple. Some women, especially those with very small breasts initially, never grow much larger than an H-cup under the melon's influence, no matter how much of it they eat. Afterwards, their breasts remain maybe a healthy D-cup, sometimes just a C. My wife Diana was in this category.

However, in extreme cases, especially where the women are very busty to begin with, considerable growth is reported under the influence of the melon. There are rare reports of breasts enlarging to the size of basketballs, and even larger, each tit swelling upwards of 12 inches in diameter. There are some old family legends that describe some really outrageous breast growth, but no one today really believes those old stories, and everyone dismisses those tales as family folklore. Everyone, that is, but me.

The old family yarns have it that the melon was first discovered in 1844 on a tropical island in the South Pacific by my great-great-great-grandparents, William and Arianna Gillingham. According to the old legends, she was a young English noblewoman and he was a young American deck hand working aboard a British sailing ship. They were both swept overboard in a storm and cast away on a desert island where the melon grew. They remained on their island for nine years, filling each day with wild sex resulting from considerable melon-driven expansion of their sexual organs.

After nine years, they were rescued by William's friend, Captain Robert Penton, and his wife Millie. They were my great-great-great-grandparents on the other side, and Grandpa Bob is the one after whom I am named. Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie eventually settled in the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, where they reestablished their melon crop. The melon has been passed down through the family ever since.

According to old documents purporting to be their personal journals, the melon caused Grandma Annie's breasts to swell to outlandish proportions, each one growing as large as three and even four feet across while under the melon's influence. Even in their normal, unaltered state, her breasts remained extremely large. It was consistently reported in old pioneer tales that Grandma Annie's bosom was as big as a pair of watermelons, each breast normally over a foot in diameter, calculated by some today to be a Q-cup, or maybe even bigger.

Most of the family members today dismiss these accounts as fanciful legends from frontier times, simple exaggerations typical of early American folklore, akin to the old tales of Paul Bunyan and his giant blue ox. Whatever its true origins, our family has always kept the melon as a special secret, and only shared it among married members of the family.

The melon had long been a traditional family wedding present, so that the newlywed couple could share some extreme passion on their honeymoon. A melon-enhanced honeymoon was known to forge a closer marital bond and add some spice to their marriage thereafter, since the girls almost always end up with some nice big titties, and the guys with huge cocks.

However, this tradition has fallen by the wayside in recent decades. Nowadays, the family is mostly scattered around the country, and there are not many connections between the younger cousins. Also, the family tradition strictly requires giving the melons as a wedding gift, or otherwise given to married couples. The whole point of giving the melon is to draw the newlywed couple closer, and help them make a lifetime commitment. All the young cousins today who "hook up" and cohabitate outside of marriage have chosen to not uphold the tradition. So Diana and I mostly kept the melon as our own special secret, sharing it with only the handful of closer relatives with whom we kept in touch.

According to the old legends, in addition to its sexual effects, the melon had the additional benefit of preserving good health and maintaining youth well into middle age and beyond. Injuries heal quickly and completely, with little scarring. By all accounts, Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie were very youthful, and looked much younger than their actual years, owing to their steady diet of the melon in their early years. It was reported that Grandma Annie was still very beautiful, and considered attractive by the young men, well into her 70s. Of course, this legend was taken with a grain of salt, and it was assumed that Grandma Annie simply was well-preserved for an elderly matron.

There was even talk that the melon could also add to longevity. My great-grandmother Mabel Penton, William and Arianna's granddaughter, lived to be 100, and she and Grandpa Jim ate frequently of the melon throughout their 72 year marriage. Grandma Mabel appeared quite beautiful and youthful for a woman of her age until the end of her long life. It had been theorized that a consistent diet of the melon over a period of many years, beginning in adolescence, could maintain youth and extend longevity indefinitely, becoming literally a fountain of youth.

Of course, this theory was never tested, because, with hundreds of relatives, there was barely enough melon available to supply the needs of even a single couple, let alone everyone. Besides, even in a wealthy family such as ours had once been, no couples had the luxury, or even the inclination, of laying around eating melon and having sex all day, every single day, for years at a time. Having hot sex all day might sound like a great idea, but most people who are not marooned on an island want to also do other things with their lives beside screw like bunnies every day from morning til night.

The family used to wonder if this theory applied to Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie, who simply vanished one day in the 1890s. No one ever knew for certain what came of them. There were never any actual reports of their deaths. According to their legend, while marooned on their island, they did eat the melon every day for nearly a decade. If their youth was preserved and their lives extended, everyone wondered how long they actually did live, with some speculating whether they might even somehow still be alive.

Then there was the famous incident with the party crashers at the last family reunion. In 1975, when I was 15, the extended Gillingham family had our last big family reunion. These were always semi-formal affairs. The elder matrons of the family insisted that all the women dress modestly, especially the younger women, in order to discourage the men from being preoccupied with the women's breasts. In spite of this, it was still silently understood by everyone, especially the men, that these reunions were a tit-fest.

All the married women in the family were drop-dead gorgeous, and they all had huge knockers. Since every man in the family was a tit man, the eyes of every guy would wander about, watching all those big, round titties bouncing and jiggling around. Even with the women covered up with modest, loose-fitting clothing, there was a still a lot of sexual energy crackling through the crowd. It was an unwritten rule that every woman be reserved, with no flirting or other overt behavior that might call attention to themselves, especially their breasts.

Into this situation blundered a couple of party crashers. They called themselves Bill and Annie, and they were dressed very casually, like a couple of hippies. Most notably, the girl Annie was dressed extremely provocatively, wearing short shorts and a skimpy tube top, which she was constantly adjusting and pulling up. As if that wasn't bad enough, Annie had the most enormous tits that anyone in the family had ever seen! They were like a couple of jumbo-sized watermelons, with nipples bigger than jawbreakers poking through that snug tube top!

Well, this rankled the women, especially my Aunt Eleanor, who was the self-appointed dress code enforcer at family functions. To make matters worse, the girl Annie asked to speak to Grandma Mabel, Aunt Eleanor's elderly mother, the matriarch of the family. It turned out that Annie and Bill represented themselves to be our long-lost ancestors, William and Arianna Gillingham, returned home after 80 years, yet somehow still looking like a young couple. Grandma Mabel got caught up in their story, and she and Annie whiled away the whole afternoon sharing some very explicit stories of their sexual adventures.

To make a long story short, Aunt Eleanor managed to get Bill and Annie thrown out of the party by the police, presumably exposed as frauds. The family believed that they were a couple of con artists trying to worm their way into the good graces of a rich, senile old lady, no doubt to swindle her out of money. No one in the family believed Bill and Annie, and they were never seen again. No one believed them, that is, except me.

That day, I found myself in a situation where I witnessed Bill and Annie having a sexual encounter where they displayed some amazing abilities. Annie was able to make her tits grow to an outlandish size, apparently at will, and then later shrink them back again. I mean, Annie made her huge, creamy tits grow bigger than beach balls! And her soft pink nipples were the size of oranges, so nice and full, so incredibly sexy.

As if the view of her incredible expanding tits weren't enough, Annie somehow gave me a blowjob from across the room, without actually touching me. I was jacking off watching Bill and Annie get naked and fool around, and my dick felt like it was being sucked by Annie's soft, wet mouth. And then after I came, my cock was wet and my load was gone, as if it ended up across the room in Annie's mouth. Even though I was hiding unseen in a dark closet, Annie looked me straight in the eye, and smiled and winked at me! In this way, Annie acknowledged that the special thing she had done for me was real.

Whether or not this girl Annie was really my 150-year-old great-great-great-grandmother, somehow still looking twenty and smoking red hot, she surely had some sort of "super powers" that I didn't understand. If she could do all those amazing things, I don't see how she could have been a simple con artist. Maybe she really was some sort of ageless, melon-enhanced nymph, still alive with her youth maintained since the 19th century? It was as good an explanation as any for those crazy happenings! So what the hell, I was willing to believe their story, even though no one else in the family believed them.

I never saw Annie again after that day, but the memory of Annie dominated my high school years. I jacked off several times a day thinking about this utterly gorgeous chick who I had seen naked. From seeing her on just that one single afternoon, I memorized every exquisite detail of Annie's appearance: her thick, lustrous golden-brown hair that reached down her back to her tiny waist; her amazing green eyes, that bored holes straight through me; her full lips, which looked to be the perfect mouth for a blowjob; her soft, pink skin, every inch so smooth and creamy; her ripe, curvy body, with her plump thighs and calves, and her tiny knees and ankles, and her sweet little butt, that swelled out from the narrow taper of her impossibly tiny waist.

Of course, the centerpiece of my memories of Annie was her magnificent tits. She had the most incredible set of jugs, enormous globes of tender flesh, creamy white spheres that bounced and jiggled all around, which she somehow inflated to two feet in diameter before my eyes. Damn! Even after all those years, I still can't believe Annie's huge tits, how they were bigger than beach balls!

Annie's astounding tits were tipped with the softest, shiniest pink nipples, which looked like they were made of some sort of silky substance too perfect to be merely human flesh. Each tender nipple had a puckered indentation in the middle, and was creased all around with soft, subtle lines. I'd pop a rod all over again every time I recalled Annie's succulent nipples.

In my mind, I would constantly reenact the sex scene with Annie and Bill, but putting myself in Bill's place. My mind would wander off onto every imaginable fantasy, all featuring Annie, she and I doing every possible sort of sex act. I'd picture myself squeezing those gigantic tits, how soft and wonderful they must feel, and sucking on those outstanding nipples. I imagined Annie's mouth on my cock, sucking it dry of every drop. I envisioned licking all up inside her wonderful hairless pussy, and then ramming my cock deep into it, making Annie scream and moan all the way throughout.

I went back and forth in my head whether it was right to lust after Annie like I did. But I thought, what the hell, even if she actually was my 150-year-old great-great-great-grandmother, she was just too damn sexy to put out of my mind. Besides, after five generations, we shared very little actual blood in common, so it wasn't like fucking her would actually be considered incest or anything, right?

In the 80s, there was this cheeseball science fiction movie called "Time Rider." That dumb movie totally reminded me of my situation. This guy on a dirt bike somehow time-travels back to the Old West. Along the way, he fucks some girl who turns out to be his own great-great-grandmother, so that he becomes his own great-great-grandfather! I was in exactly the same sort of situation, except I fantasied that the hot babe from the Old West comes to the present so that I could fuck her today!

That's how I thought it through anyway, though I still felt a little bad about it. Annie was my Great-Grandma Mabel's grandmother, and they were very close back in their day. If Grandma Mabel were still around today, I'm sure she would not approve of my lustful inclinations toward her Grandma Annie.

Annie invaded my dreams, and I would often wake up with sticky shorts after seeing Annie in my nighttime fantasies. I taught myself how to draw the female form just so I could try to capture the memory of Annie on paper. I drew many pictures of Annie over the years (and still do). Even though I became a halfway decent sketch artist, none of my pictures came even close to the exquisite mental picture that I held in my mind of the real Annie, my personal ideal of female perfection.

My Life With Diana

Back at school, in the fall after that family reunion where I saw Annie, I met Diana. She was so beautiful. I had always preferred brunettes, and Diana was just my type... long, fluffy black hair that fell down her back, dark brown eyes that smoldered with a sexy fire, and a dusky, olive-skinned complexion. I was a sophomore and Diana was a freshman when we met, but wow, was she hot for 14! She had a sweet little butt and a tiny waist, with ample hips and full thighs, just like I loved. The only problem was, her tits were practically non-existent.

I fell for Diana like a load of bricks, and she fell for me too. It was me and Diana all through school, high school sweethearts all the way. I always hoped that her tits would sprout as she got older, but they never did. An old fashioned girl, Diana was "saving it for marriage." I knew I wanted to spent my life with her, and that she was worth the wait, so we never did anything all through school days besides make out.

I'd go home with blue balls each night after sucking face with Diana, but then I'd jack it off thinking about Annie. Even when I was kissing Diana, I thought about Annie, wishing it was her that I was making out with instead. I felt terrible about it, things were so excellent with Diana. We had a great relationship and always had a good time together and shared everything in common. Diana was a perfect match for me in every respect, except for her non-existent tits. This turned out to the fatal flaw in my devotion to her. I kept it a secret to myself that Annie was the unseen third member of our relationship, and I would think about her all the time.

One day, I came to senses. I realized that Diana was here with me in real life and that it was too good a thing to screw up. Annie, on the other hand, was just a memory of a girl who I met once and never saw again. Besides, Annie was a married woman, and whether or not she was really my Great-Grandma's Grandma, she was not mine to have anyway. So I finally made a huge effort to push Annie out of my thoughts and focus on Diana.

One day, Diana confided in me that it was always her dream to have huge, bouncy tits, the bigger the better, and how sad it made her to be so flat-chested. I told her about my own breast obsession. I was frank with her that her flat chest was the only thing that held me back from being 100% nuts for her. Diana cried since she knew she could never be that for me.

Anyway, I went ahead and told Diana all about our family secret, the melon. I told her that both our fantasies would come true if we ever got married, since we could expect some melons for a gift. Diana was skeptical at first about this wild story, but she had to admit that the women in my family were legendary for their big boobs, even the in-law women who married into the family. Diana decided to believe my melon story, and that being my wife meant she could fulfill her dream of having big tits. I asked Diana right then if she would marry me, even though we were still just a couple of kids in school. She said yes.

After that, it was so exciting for us to share the same fantasy! We would always talk about the melon, and what we would do with each other on our wedding day after we got some melons of our own. Diana would describe what she imagined it would feel like to have big boobs, and I would tell her how I would squeeze her huge tits and play with them and suck on them. Diana described how she couldn't wait to see my gigantic melon-inflated cock, and how she would suck me off until it was dry. These talks would get us so turned on, and I would go home and jack off. It was still a struggle to keep my mind from wandering over to Annie.

At first I never mentioned to Diana about the scene I witnessed with Annie and Bill at the reunion. But one day I finally had to tell her, including the parts about what I did when I was alone with that memory. I thought that Diana would be pissed off and want to break up, but I just had to get that off my chest. I was surprised and relieved that she was okay with it. Diana promised that she would make me forget all about Annie once we were married. I tried so hard to picture Diana's face while I lay in bed each night, and imagine her as the one with huge tits. It was hard, but in time, I managed to push out the memory of Annie and focus on my real flesh-and-blood girlfriend.

We got married right away in the summer of '79, as soon as Diana turned 18. Even by our wedding day she was still completely titless. But this was taken care of that day by the melon. Grandma Mabel gave us the traditional five melons as a present. Diana's tits swelled enormously, as did my cock, and we consummated our marriage with a mostly pleasurable afternoon of melon-enhanced sex.

Diana and I lived at the family estate under the terms of a very strange trust. We would regularly receive an ample sum of money from the mysterious Berkshire Foundation as long as we lived at the house and ate the melon every day for nine years, laying around and screwing all day. The trust also stipulated that we follow all the sexual practices described in the journals of William and Arianna Gillingham. That is, all of them... including the ones that had me drink the milk that lactated from Diana's tits, and having her swallow my cum after sucking my cock dry. As a couple of teenagers, this sounded like a great deal to me, though in the end, Diana was not so keen on her end of the deal.

We thought it was very strange that some shadowy organization would give us a free ride and a pampered life in exchange for such explicit instructions about our sex life. The only logical explanation was that Bill and Annie were behind it all. At the reunion, Bill explained that it was the melon, combined with ingesting their spouse's fluids, that preserved their youth and considerably extended their life span. Since I was young and the only one in the family who believed Bill and Annie's story, it made sense that I, and the wife of my choosing, would be good subjects for a decades-long science experiment to confirm these effects of the melon.

Well, the experiment was a success. Diana and I did exactly as we were instructed for nine years, and we still looked like a couple of teenagers as we approached 30. Though I really loved sucking the sweet milk out of Diana's tits each day, Diana really did not like the part about swallowing my cum. Diana didn't like the taste and said it made her gag, that it was so thick and sticky in her mouth. But I loved how it felt when her wet mouth sucked the cum out of my dick, so Diana did it for me anyway, as my loving wife. And for the trust, of course.

Diana sucked me off each day because of the Berkshire Foundation trust, even though I knew she didn't like doing it. She understood that we were a couple bought and paid for by the trust. The trust was always looming over us, like we were just a pair of lab rats, performing some science experiment at the trust's behest.

Diana deeply resented the trust and didn't like being prisoners at our own house, like some sort of sex slaves. I had no job or any sort of career, other than to stay home and fuck my wife all day for years at a time. Of course, we could break the contract anytime, but since I had no profession, it would been very hard to walk away from all that free money, especially once the kids were born.

After the nine years was up, the trust allowed us to have kids, and we had Jim in 1989, and Mabel following in 1990. We used the break from the melon to go to school at the local state university. I got a degree in finance, desiring to learn investment strategies in the hopes of someday establishing our own portfolio, to break free of the trust. Diana followed me into college when the kids were weaned. By the time the kids started school, we both had our degrees. I began to dabble in stocks, and created a pretty sizable account over the years, separate from the trust.

Since the kids were gone at school for eight hours each day, we went back on the melon diet, as the trust dictated. Instead of going off to work, we spent each day of the next 20 years just like every other, doing our pleasurable daily duty to the Berkshire Foundation, sucking and fucking and rolling around in each other's arms. Meanwhile, time stood still for us, as neither of us aged a single day. Here we were, both of us now in our late 40s, and looking like the siblings of our teenaged kids.

Our kids turned 18 and promptly got their own places. We never told them about the melon when they were kids, though they no doubt knew that there was something very peculiar about their ageless parents. Our 30th anniversary came and went, and Diana and I wondered how long we were to go on with the experiment. When would our unseen benefactors show themselves, whether they were Bill and Annie or someone else, whoever they might be? I had accumulated enough money to start a new life, and we planned to soon escape out from under the trust.

Life with Diana was wonderful overall. She was a great cook, a fine lover, and an excellent mother to our kids. We were married over 30 years, and that time flew by like nothing, we were so happy. Since the experiment was clearly a success, I expected we might live very long lives, like Bill and Annie. Because of the melon, Diana and I dreamed that our marriage would last 100 years, or even beyond. After only 31 years, we were just getting started! But then, one day, it was all snatched away.

One summer Saturday evening, we were driving home from visiting our son, and then it happened. A car veered over from the other lane of traffic. It smashed into the front of our car, crashing us off the road. The drunk driver was killed instantly, and it served the stupid bastard right. But it didn't serve Diana right, for she was also killed instantly.

I first heard the news about Diana's death from my son, while I laid in a hospital bed. By then, my dear wife was already buried, for I had been unconscious for two weeks. The doctors were amazed that I had even survived at all, since I was busted up really bad. But I survived the first night, against anyone's predictions. Thanks to my melon-enhanced constitution, all my injuries healed quickly.

The doctors were amazed by my rapid recuperation, and the next day after waking up, I walked out from the hospital under my own power. That same day, I was standing at my wife's graveside, wondering how one's life can be snatched away so abruptly in just a moment. I never even had a chance to say goodbye to my beautiful wife Diana, and here she was, already in the ground.

My Life After Diana

In time, I got over the initial blow. The shock of the tragedy healed with time, though more slowly than my body, and my thoughts of Diana dwelt upon my fond memories of her. I would remember her laugh, and how she always left her underwear lying around the bedroom floor, the meals she would make, and how I loved her cooking. I'd think of all our times together raising the kids, and all the fun things we did as a family.

But then I'd miss hearing that laugh, and seeing that underwear lying on the floor. I was sad that I would never again enjoy her cooking, that I would now always do without my favorite meals. Diana and I would never get to reminisce about raising our kids, nor would we share good times together with our grandchildren. Oh, how I missed Diana and her companionship, for she was truly my best friend... my only friend... for three and a half decades. All our old friends had dropped us. They got older while we stayed teenagers, and they couldn't deal with it.

Maybe our friends were jealous, or maybe they just couldn't relate to us anymore. We never did make friends with younger people either. We were perfectly preserved fossils of the 1970s, and just didn't connect with the younger generation. We didn't talk like them or dress like them, or listen to the same music. It was strange to remain youthful holdovers from a bygone era, as the 80s became the 90s and then the 2000s. In any case, once Diana was gone, I was all alone, utterly alone.

Early on, it was the intangible things that I missed about my departed wife. However, as time passed and the wound healed, I found that I did not miss the tangible aspects of my relationship with Diana. Instead, I came to dwell upon my frequent regrets and disappointments with her, and my recollections began to grow sour.

Now when I remembered Diana, I would recall our basic sexual incompatibility, how she resented the melon and did not share my sexual appetite. I would think of how she always deflated my sense of adventure and never wanted to explore new thrilling sexual experiences. Diana liked sex to be safe, predictable, and boring. Most of all, I would regret that Diana never did manage to grow a super-gigantic pair of tits, no matter how much melon we ate.

Though I long sensed that we were not sexually compatible, it was only after many years of marriage that Diana told me that she never really enjoyed eating the love melon. The melon would make her tits grow significantly, to maybe a G-cup, and would make my dick grow to really outlandish proportions, as much as two-and-a-half feet long and four inches in girth. Diana never liked my cock when it became a giant snake monster like that. She usually wouldn't try to let me inside her pussy, and would only suck off its head.

Though we would eat the love melon, and it would make me wildly libidinous, Diana was always inhibited. The melon did not light her fire, and she would always hold back, hardly ever sharing my intensity or enthusiasm. Also, she was usually unresponsive and hard to please. Even with the melon, she sometimes did not have an orgasm, no matter how much I tried to give her pleasure. I wanted to make Diana scream and moan, but it rarely happened, no matter how hard I tried.

Also, like a lot of men, I wanted to do it more frequently than my wife. My cock always stays hard after an orgasm, and I can keep going with sex, even after I cum. Also, my well never seems to run dry, and my cock hardly ever gets sore. I'm usually able to cum two or three times in a row, sometimes even four times, and still be good to go for another round or two later in the same day. Diana always called me a male nymphomaniac, and said I wore her out. But she loved me and tried hard to be indulgent with my sexual obsession. Even with the melon, her appetite for sex was only a fraction of mine.

Unlike Diana, I was very adventurous and impulsive. I loved having sex outside, under the sun and air, and in risky situations, where we might be discovered. I liked doing it outside in thunderstorms, or fooling around while driving in the car. Diana was always shy and reserved about being together outdoors or in public, always afraid someone would see us, even when there was clearly no one anywhere around, and this held her back. She'd only do it outside in secluded places, like behind bushes near the house. She never wanted to go backpacking into the Rocky Mountain National Park and do it on a mountaintop, like I wanted. Diana was always very reserved and conservative in her approach to sex.

The hardest part was, Diana's tits never got very big. When we weren't eating the melon, they were only a D-cup, sometimes even just a C. They were nice enough titties compared to most other women. Diana complained about her tits when they swelled really big, that they got in her way and were a bother. She was happy to be able to find bras in her size, and that she didn't have to worry about getting constantly hit on by guys, like all the other women in the family. But I was extremely disappointed. When she was a teenager, before we were married, Diana talked so much adventurous talk, and was always wishing for huge tits. But as an adult woman, she totally lost interest in her youthful fantasy.

As the years stretched on, this became intensely frustrating for me. I had dreamed of being with a girl who would grow gigantic, bouncy, swinging tits that would fill a K-cup, and maybe shrink down to an F or G afterwards. But while I was actually just willing to settle for a couple of K's, I really wanted my girl to have even bigger tits. Super-gigantic tits. Tits that would grow into beach balls, or even bigger. Tits that I could totally lose myself in. Tits like Annie's. But it didn't happen and I never did get to have a pair of really huge titties like that to play with... like Annie's.

As my memories of Diana started to fade, I found my thoughts drifting back to Annie. I had to admit to myself that Annie had never really been very far from my mind during all my years with Diana. When Diana and I would argue, or when she would leave me sexually frustated, Annie would always come to mind. Even though three and a half decades had passed, my memories of that single day remained vivid. With Diana gone, my thoughts increasingly dwelt on Annie, and how she looked that day of the reunion.

I would picture Annie's beautiful face, made more so by her gorgeous smile, and her piercing eyes, that incredible shade of green. In my mind, I would see that thick golden-brown hair, hanging down her slender back, her creamy skin... and of course, her luscious tits. Annie's tits were always in the forefront of my mind. They dominated every waking moment... those soft, enormous spheres of flesh, how they would bounce and jiggle with every tiny movement. Those succulent pink nipples, so soft and smooth, tingling with excitement, so eager to be stroked... kissed... sucked....

Loneliness set in, and I became a hermit, having no woman to quench my insatiable sex drive. I thought about driving into town and picking up some bimbo. But I had been a happily married man for decades, and didn't want to wet my cock on just any pussy off the street. I wanted Annie, and Annie alone. Even if I couldn't have her, Annie was my ideal, the girl of my dreams, and no one else could compare. Though it might sound stupid, I could not be unfaithful to the memory of Annie. Thinking of Annie, my cock would get so hard, and it felt so sensitive. For a while, I tried to resist the obvious impulse, but eventually gave in to the cheap thrill.

I constantly read and reread through the journals of William and Arianna Gillingham. I read from the actual original journals, not the printed copies, written in the beautiful calligraphy of their 19th century penmanship. I touched my fingers to the brittle, yellow pages, gliding over the ink of the pen, thinking that Annie herself had touched that very page. I admired the erotic drawings from Bill's sketchbook, and studied every line of Annie's graceful form, comparing them to my memories of that reunion day.

I would stare for hours at the beautiful face and voluptuous form rendered on the pages of the sketchbook, amazed that the drawings resembled Annie so closely, yet still failed to capture the full measure of her incredible beauty. I had copies made and blown up as posters, so that the nude drawings of Annie adorned every room in the house. Everywhere I walked, I was constantly reminded of Annie's beauty, and especially her gigantic, enormously-swelling tits. I had these images loaded onto the computer in my bedroom, with a projector to shine them onto the wall so I could see Annie as I fell asleep each night.

I would spend hours in the library, staring at the figurehead of The Island Queen. I would wish that the nude figure of carved wood would transform into the real woman who was its inspiration. I would stroke the figure, drawing my fingers especially over its enormous tits and swollen nipples, imagining that they would change from being cold, hard wood and become warm flesh, soft and pliable, so that I could caress and fondle them. I gazed longingly at the old photo of Annie from 1853. I had copies made, one for next to my bed, and another for my wallet. I would look at this photo throughout each day, wishing that I had a photograph of Annie smiling.

In my mind, I divided my thoughts about Annie. On one hand, there was the matron of long family legend, my ancestress of old, who was castaway on the island, and settled the Rockies, of whom I had only read about. On the other hand, there was the gorgeous, voluptuous, vivacious stranger who crashed the reunion in '75, who was a real, live flesh-and-blood woman, with whom any family relationship was of no concern. Even though I believed these two women to be the same person, I couldn't rationally process the implications. I maintained a dichotomy in my mind, that the sexy Annie from 1975 was somehow a different person from my legendary great-great-great-grandmother.

William Gillingham became my personal hero. If there was anyone in the history of the world who I would yearn to trade places with, it was him. I would look at the drawings of his Annie and wish that she would step off the pages, that I might fondle those gigantic tits, suck on those bloated nipples, and have that fulsome mouth sucking on my cock. I fantasized that I was holding Annie and wrapping my limbs between her luscious legs, stroking her creamy cheeks, running my fingers through her thick hair....

In my fantasies, Annie was every bit of the vivacious lover that Diana was not. I was certain that there was nothing that Annie wouldn't try, no sexual adventure that she would not greet enthusiastically. Where Diana was reserved and wary, Annie would be spontaneous and uninhibited, easily aroused and quick to climax. Annie's sexual appetite would be equal to my own, and she never put me off or complain about having too much sex.

The libidinous nymph written of in the journals would never be worn out by overindulging in sex play, would be completely responsive to my every touch, would always have an orgasm (or twenty!), and would eagerly accept every bit of loving I had to offer, and even more! Annie and I would fill our days, entangled in each other's limbs, sucking each other's sexual members, my cock pounding her pussy from morning til night.

At other times, my frustrations would boil over, and I would hate myself for my pathetic state. Why did I believe these ridiculous old stories were real, anyway? They're just pioneer legends written in an old book, merely the erotic fantasies of an old frontiersman. The real Grandma Annie has probably been dead for a hundred years. Those hippies from '75 were really imposters, just a pair of clever con artists. I really fell for their story, hook, line and sinker. Here I am, jacking off like a school kid, thinking about some foxy bimbo who I saw one time! What a loser! Today, she's probably some fat, ugly grandmother, her huge tits sagged to her ankles.

But then I'd think again, if the story wasn't true, why do I still look like a kid at 50? If the melon maintained my teenaged looks for the past three decades, why couldn't the same be true for Annie and Bill? But then again, if Bill and Annie are really my melon-preserved great-great-great-grandparents, and if I've been their guinea pig in some sexy science experiment, why have they never contacted me in all these years?

Besides, how could I otherwise account for that incident in the bedroom at the reunion? Did I just imagine everything I saw and felt? Did Annie's tits really grow to beach ball size, and did she really somehow suck me off from across the room? I wanted so badly for it all to be true, but it was all so hard to accept. Wherever Annie was, whoever she really was, I wish I could just see her one more time, to at least set the record straight, and put an end to this damn mystery.

My mind would twirl around in confusion over these points as I haunted my house like a ghost. In the end, my lust for Annie and my willingness to believe their story would win out, and I'd be back to reading the journals and staring at the pictures and the statue, which would always end with my dick in my own hand, back in love with the Annie of my dreams all over again.

Occasionally, I would visit the kids, or they would visit me. But they were busy with their own lives and couldn't hang around all day holding my hand. I explained to them about the melon, and the whole story of Annie, from the mountain legend to my encounter in '75 to my melon-preserved youth to my suspicions of the Berkshire Trust. The kids were concerned with my obsession, with the posters of Annie hanging all over the house, and how I would fill my days with self-abuse. They asked me to get counseling, but I refused. After several big arguments, we stopped speaking, and I was completely alone in that big house.

I hit rock bottom in the winter following Diana's death. That house was all empty and lonely and I would only hear my own footsteps echo as I walked through the rooms. I moped around the house most days, going into town only at night for groceries and other supplies. I left the lights off most of the time, and neglected the housekeeping and home maintenance, choosing instead to dwell on Annie, and fantasize about her excellent tits.

During this time, I did do one thing right, because I always worked out every day. Since high school, my cushy lifestyle gave me the freedom for exercise and body building. Diana loved my strong body, and I was pleased to do it for her, even though I loved it myself, being cut and ripped and having huge arms and chest and shoulders. I had some unusually great definition and development. No other weight lifters had the benefit of working out for 30 years while still having the body of a 20 year old.

After Diana's death, I would burn off a lot of pent-up sexual energy by hitting the weights harder than ever. I worked my body for hours at a time, and ate a clean diet of healthy food, with very little red meat. But I really like eggs, and enjoy eating them anytime. In the months following Diana's death, my arms and shoulders grew even larger than before. I had huge pecs and upper body, a trim waist, and washboard abs, with veins bulging out all over. Working out gave me a purpose and a direction in life after losing Diana.

By the next spring after Diana's passing, my mood began to brighten a bit. My personal gloom began to lift and I started going out into the light again. I patched things up with the kids and began to talk to people once more. My memories of Diana grew fond again, dwelling on the good things. I even thought about trying to meet some other women, and the kids encouraged me to start dating again. I was making progress in pushing Annie out of my mind. I was succeeding in my efforts to think about some other things besides Annie's creamy body and her perfect, gigantic tits.

A Knock on the Door

One fine morning in the early summer, I was outside on the patio, working out. I had my weights set up outside, and I enjoyed pumping iron in the cool morning air, with the birds chirping and the sun's rays filtering through the trees. It was a great workout that morning, and my muscles were pumped and bulging from an excellent burn. I was wearing a loose-fitting World Gym tank top and a baggy pair of sweatpants, and both were soaked with sweat. I can truly say that it was the first morning that I felt truly happy since the day Diana died.

I was benching 250 pounds when I heard a car coming up the drive. That was unusual, since nobody bothered to visit me anymore, certainly not this early in the morning. I toweled off and walked to the front and looked out the window. A silver Jaguar was parked in the front, a convertible with the top closed. I momentarily caught of a view of a professionally-dressed woman, wearing sunglasses, who had exited the car, but disappeared out of sight behind the hedge next to the front door.

There was a knock on the door. I was surprised that the woman used the old-fashioned door knocker, since everybody used the doorbell. There were three sharp raps. I answered the door, just as the woman was removing her sunglasses. She looked me up and down as an expression of shock formed on her face, which she quickly composed. It was a face I would know anywhere, even after 35 years.

"ANNIE???" I blurted out.

"Hello Bob," Annie replied flatly.

It was indeed Annie, the same Annie, that gorgeous vision of female perfection that I idolized as a boy. Here she was, standing at my door, the chick who had dominated my thoughts since losing Diana. And she was alone. Without Bill. Just Annie. The whole scene tilted and the focus went soft and fuzzy. I thought I was in a dream.

There she was, looking exactly as she did in 1975, not a single day older than 35 years previously. Except this time, she wasn't a scantily-dressed hippie chick, wearing nothing but a skimpy tube top, short shorts and a pair of sandles. This version of Annie was dressed in a conservative suit, charcoal gray with pinstripes, with a jacket that buttoned high to the neck, and a very professional pair of black high heels.

Oh, but it was still the same Annie all right. She was not wearing nylons, and this spoiled her total professional image. Her smooth, creamy calves were bare, and her firm, plump flesh had the same pink flush that was the stuff of my adolescent fantasies. Her hair was neatly piled on top of her head, but the thick, untamed masses could not be easily contained, with loose stands escaping from the unruly heap, flying all about, barely restrained by a wooden clip held by a single peg.

And then there were her tits.... Annie's enormous, watermelon-sized tits. The very smart jacket was clearly specially tailored, amply cut on top to accommodate her considerable endowments. Though the style of the suit was as sexless and businesslike as one could ask for, offering not even a peek of the wondrously creamy cleavage that she previously flashed about so freely, there was no possible way to deny the full swell of Annie's incredible breasts that were barely restrained under that snug jacket.

There was another very notable difference. The expression on Annie's face was as cold as ice. Gone was the warm, friendly smile that inhabited my fantasies since high school days. Her incredibly beautiful green eyes were now frosty, and held a dull, lifeless look. Her full red lips were turned down in a frown, inverted from the bright smile she wore previously, her lips closed to hide the perfect rows of white teeth. Even with such a dour expression, Annie was still a spectacularly gorgeous natural beauty, with thick lashes around her eyes and tinted eyelids that required no makeup whatsoever.

After 35 years, why did she have to show up now, just as I was beginning to get my head together? On one hand, I was overjoyed to see her. There was no reason why I shouldn't be. I had been lusting after her memory daily since my wife died, and here she was, in the flesh, gorgeous as ever, standing in my doorway. But on the other hand, I was distressed to see her. Diana was gone and I was alone, still very much grieving, and here was Annie, suddenly, out of the blue, after so many years, a married woman, who could never be what I needed her to be. It was salt in my wounds. I stood there staring at her for too long.

"May I come in?" Annie snipped, testily.

I snapped out of the spell and stupidly stood aside to invite her in. Annie spoke with the same crisp English accent with which she spoke to her husband at our last meeting. Annie entered the hallway and looked around. Then she noticed the nude posters on the wall.

"Hmph. I must say, your taste in decorating is deplorable," derided Annie, indignantly.

I apologized profusely, wondering again whether she really was the woman depicted in the drawings, offended to see the private nude sketches of herself, drawn by her husband, displayed on another man's walls. Instead, maybe she was just a modern impersonator, and like any woman, generally offended by the typical male obsession with female nudity. Annie turned from the nude posters and regarded me again, once more looking me up and down.

"Well Bob, you seem to have grown into a fine young man since we last met," sniffed Annie, projecting a very patronizing attitude.

"Well, thank you so much," I replied sarcastically, "but I was a 'fine young man' many years ago. I'm over 50 now, you know."

"Oh yes, quite so. How time flies," answered Annie dismissively, as she looked around the house. "It doesn't appear that you've done much with the place. The gardening out front is atrocious, and your housekeeping leaves much to be desired. I wonder what exactly it is that you do to fill your days around here."

I was by now very put off by Annie's cold, detached attitude, and her free-flowing insults. I might have been cheered by a friendly reunion with the gorgeous vision of loveliness of my youthful fantasies. Perhaps we might have had a friendly conversation about Grandma Mabel or something otherwise pleasant. Instead, here she was, storming into my home unannounced and being a total bitch. I was cut deeply, and it tore my cherished memories of Annie from my heart.

Had Annie been as warm and flirtatious as I remembered, it still would have hurt badly to see her again. She would then be unattainable forbidden fruit, to merely look upon but not touch. Instead, her cold attitude was very dispiriting, and this hurt much worse. Still recovering from the throes of grief and self-recrimination, I now regretted lusting after Annie for so many years, and for holding her up as my personal obsession, at the expense of the memory of my late wife.

"Can I offer you something to drink?" I offered blandly, pointing to the kitchen, returning Annie's aloof attitude.

"Yes, please," she answered stiffly, following me to the kitchen. The sound of her heels on the tile floor was unnerving, as it shattered the silence of my quiet, empty house. These were the first female sounds in this house since Diana's passing, which heightened my grief, more so because it was none other than Annie herself who was making those sounds.

"Do you have any juice?" Annie asked.

I opened the refrigerator door and looked inside.

"Let's see... there's orange juice, grape juice, apple juice...."

"Apple will be fine," indicated Annie. I poured a glass of apple juice for Annie, and another for myself. I extended the glass to Annie, who asked, "Do you mind if we go outside? I find it uncomfortable being inside this house."

I was puzzled that she would feel this way. If she was indeed who I thought her to be, this was her old house, and I would expect her to be at least a little bit sentimental for the place. I offered that we could sit out on the patio. We walked out on the patio and Annie noticed my weights and bench, and lingered on the sight as we passed by.

As we reached the patio table, I set down our glasses, and then took my seat. Annie stood before her own chair expectantly, her nose in the air, and cleared her throat. I wasn't sure at first what she intended. But then it dawned on me, and recalling my Victorian etiquette, I got up and withdrew her patio chair from the table and held it out for her. She sat down, as would befit a proper lady of old, and I took my seat at the side of the table.

We sat there awkwardly, since she did not move to speak and neither did I. The moment drew long as the silence hung heavy, becoming very tense, and the ice needed to be broken. We had gotten off on the wrong foot, and I regretted the unpleasant tone of our initial exchange. I tried to lighten the mood with a comment that was flattering but also very true.

"Annie... if you don't mind my saying so, you don't look a single day older than when I last saw you in 1975."

Annie stiffened at this remark, looking down into her drink.

"Well, we both know why that is, now don't we?" she replied indifferently, rebuffing the compliment.

"The melon."

"Yes, the melon."

"Is that why you're here today?" I inquired. "Or did you just come here to heap insults on me after 35 years?"

Annie paused, as if unwilling to discuss her purpose.

"Yes," she finally divulged, "I supposed it is about the melon, in a manner of speaking."

"Oh my, how very cryptic," I replied sarcastically. "So then you really are who I always thought you to be?"

"That depends on who you thought me to be," Annie replied, enigmatically, looking straight through me with her gorgeous green eyes.

"Well, I might have thought you to be a number of things," I proposed. "Maybe you are a con artist who showed up at my family reunion 35 years ago, posing as someone you were not, intending to deceive and manipulate members of my family."

"Hmmm...." she pondered standoffishly, "That is an interesting hypothesis. But what would you make of an imposter who has not aged after 35 years, as you yourself just remarked? Is this what you really believe about me?"

"I'm not sure what to believe after so many years," I replied. "Well then, please tell me, are you really are my long-lost great-great-great-grandmother, with your youth mysteriously preserved since the days of the Old West? How old would you be by now, about 185?"

Annie shot me a narrow, baleful gaze, and dodged the question, replying evenly, "Are you not aware that it is considered very rude to ask a lady her age?"

"Oh certainly, my apologies, dear lady," I quipped sardonically. "I think it's more likely that you are a principal with the Berkshire Foundation, the shadowy organization that has been paying my upkeep for the last 33 years, so that my wife and I could be kept as human laboratory rats in your little experiment to observe the long-term effects of eating the melon."

At this, Annie's hard demeanor softened slightly.

"Oh Bob, you need not infer any suspicious motives. We intended this arrangement primarily for your own benefit. I trust that you have not found the arrangment disagreeable. But indeed, we did require another sample in order to observe whether the long-term effects of the melon could be reproduced in other subjects...."

"Ha! 'Another sample,' from 'other subjects,'" I derided indignantly. "Oh, I see. So you're here today for a progress report? One day, out of the blue, you just so happen to knock on my door, showing up unannounced on a data collecting mission, after 35 years?"

"Bob, please...." entreated Annie, patiently.

"Well, as you are probably already aware," I continued, "we did indeed keep the terms of the contract for all those years. We ate your melons and fucked like rabbits every day at your behest. I sucked the milk out of my wife's tits for decades, just like she sucked the cum out my cock. We tried our very best to be obedient, compliant 'subjects' for your little experiment and provide you with your 'sample.' And here I am, a 50 year old who doesn't look a day over 20. Looks like your experiment is a success. Are you happy?"

"You speak in the past tense," retorted Annie, anger rising in her voice. "Am I to infer that you are no longer keeping to the contract? That you have stopped eating the melon as you were instructed?"

"You could say that," I acknowledged, sadly.

"How long has this been?"

"Since last year," I sighed.

"Well then, your contract is void! Not to mention, you have spoiled everything! You are now useless as a sample, and our thirty year investment in you is for nought! All our well-laid plans are now dashed! I had higher hopes for you, Bob! This is most disappointing. Where is your wife? I need to discuss this matter with her immediately."

"My wife is dead," I spoke, flatly.

Annie halted in mid-breath, her face widening in an expression of shock. Immediately, her anger relented, and her features turned to grief, compassion, and shame.

"Oh Bob! I am so very sorry! Truly! I had no idea! Oh my, you poor dear! Oh, please forgive my harsh words! Oh Bob, I am so terribly sorry for your loss."

"It was a car accident," I mumbled. "A drunk driver. I survived... recovered very quickly, actually. There's some more data for your study. But Diana.... well, her injuries were too severe...."

At this, I began to choke up all over again. I fought back a tear that began to form in my eye, and paused speaking to control a tremor in my voice. Annie placed her hands atop mine. It was the softest touch that I had ever felt in my life. Never had a woman's hands ever felt so very soft. It occurred to me that I had never been touched by Annie on that day in '75, and that this was the first time.

I looked down at Annie's hands, and they were creamy and smooth, like the rest of her, plump and free of veins, with dimpled knuckles like a young girl. Annie's long fingernails were perfectly manicured, painted a bright fuscia color. It was the perfect color for her, my having read in the journal of the fuscia flower she set in her hair for Bill on their wedding day upon their Isle. I also noticed the wedding band on her left ring finger. The ring appeared greatly scuffed, as if it had been scraped and worn by a century and a half of wearing, longer than any other ring ever served for a marriage. I imagined that ring when it would have been shiny and new, when Bill first slid it onto Annie's finger upon the deck of the Helios in 1853, with my namesake officiating the ceremony. That ring was the greatest reminder of the hard, cold reality that lay behind my fantasy, the single greatest reason why it was never to be.

I looked up into Annie's beautiful face. In all my years of fantasizing about her, here I was, directly face-to-face with the lovely object of my desire. Her piercing green eyes looked straight into my soul, and displayed so much empathy and compassion. I could almost hear Annie's voice, and her lovely face seemed to say that she wanted to help, that she wanted to comfort me.... but there was something more. There was a pain that could be seen in her beautiful eyes, that she was also hurting herself. Somehow, I could sense this pain, as a tangible sensation, as if her own soul was open to me.

I was becoming lost, drowning in the sea of Annie's green eyes, when abruptly she broke my gaze and drew back, pulling away her hands, a look of regret now appearing on her gorgeous face. I then noticed that Annie was wearing fuscia earrings that matched her nail polish.

"I apologize, Robert," her aloof, businesslike demeanor restored. "That was most inappropriate. But I am indeed terribly sorry to learn of your wife."

I didn't know what to say, because I thoroughly enjoyed Annie's comforting gesture. But I agreed it was inappropriate, coming as it did from a married woman. Suddenly Annie stood up and kicked off her high heels, so that she was barefoot. I couldn't help but notice the matching fuscia polish on her toenails, and I admired her beautifully shaped feet.

"Do you mind if we walk a bit around the grounds?" she asked.

"Not at all, Annie. Anything you like."

A Walk On The Grass

Annie and I walked silently over the dewy grass of the large backyard, the morning sun breaking over over the tree tops, a cool breeze lightly blowing the branches. It was a true joy to walk at Annie's side. I wanted to hold her hand, and feel its softness in mine. I wanted to put my arm around her, and draw her close to me. I wanted to... well, you can image what I wanted to do. Diana had been gone so long, and it had been a year since I had last had sex with a woman, and here, walking beside me, was Annie of all people. The bittersweet timing of Annie's arrival made my heart ache. We walked quietly for a long time, into the tall grass in the shade at the far end of the backyard, when I finally broke the silence.

"Annie..." I inquired, "Please tell me why you really came here today."

Annie looked down, drawn up short by my direct question. She sighed, not certain where to begin, or even if she should begin. She stopped and stood facing the ground, flexing her beautiful, fuscia-painted toes in the cool, wet grass.

"I had hoped to meet with both you and Diana today, that the two of you might help me in my plight...."

Then Annie looked up at me.

"Bob, you can truly believe that I understand the pain of your loss. But I doubt that you could be prepared to understand the magnitude of my own pain."

"How do you mean, Annie?"

Annie fell quiet, and her eyes dropped again to the ground.

"I am alone...." a great sadness came over her, and she paused, and then starting to cry as she continued.

"My husband William... My Handsome King, My Strong Protector, My Mighty Hero... he is lost to me."

I was stunned to hear these words, utterly flabbergasted, not able to fully grasp their full meaning.

"Do... do you mean....?"

"He is dead, Robert," Annie stated bluntly. "William, my husband of many years, is dead. And I am his widow." Annie finished, and then she began to weep in earnest.

I stopped short, totally unprepared for this news. Words failed me and I stammered out a reply.

"My God... Annie... I'm so sorry! Oh, that's terrible! I...."

"William died of natural causes last year," Annie continued through her tears, covering her eyes, turning away from me. "He had already begun to age when we met you at the reunion. We afterwards returned to Our New Isle, believing the melon would restore his youth, as it had done in the past. Oh, we went on melon binges that lasted for weeks at a time. These were wonderfully intimate times, but they did not reverse the natural process of his aging."

Not sure how to respond, I placed a hand on Annie's shoulder and listened as she continued.

"The last five years, William's aging accelerated rapidly. It was as if all his long years finally caught up with him all at once. Oh, to see My Strong And Mighty Man, My Brave Hero... My Very Potent Lover... the man who cared for me for a century and a half, who had saved me from the sea and from the Great Bear... the father of my fourteen babes... transform into a feeble old man before my eyes... Oh Bob, it was simply horrible!"

Annie buried her face in her hands, her body wracked with sobs. I gripped both her shoulders with my hands, wishing I had some words that could bring her comfort.

"Toward the end, he needed to be fed by hand, and otherwise have his every need cared for by me. He did not even seem to know me. He would babble on of stories of our life together, as though I were a stranger, telling me of his great love for his wife Arianna.

"Oh Bob, I thought I would lose my mind! The worst of it all, I remained unchanged! Oh, if I could only have grown old myself with my beloved man! If only the sands of time would have flowed for me as well, that we could have shared the declining part of our lives together! But no, I had to remain youthful and full of life, standing by, only able to watch as William's vigor left him. And then, to be at his bedside, still appearing as a youthful lass, as he passed from this life as an elderly man. To remain as a young widow, but after 166 years of marriage! It is enough to drive me mad!

"And now, I face an uncertain future, alone, without my William! And such a life it shall be, ageless, in this peculiar modern world, where nothing is familiar, inhabited by none save strange children, who know neither me nor the world of my life. And yet I know not how long I might yet live myself, whether it shall be years, decades, or even centuries... alone, utterly alone!"

At this, Annie turned to face me, her beautiful green eyes red-rimmed and bleary from tears, a look of fear and helplessness upon her gorgeous face.

"Oh Bob, don't you see? I have no one whom to turn! I have not even any family in this world! You are my closest relation, and yet we only met that once, so many years ago! I had hoped that you and Diana might help me find my way, only to learn that tragedy has stalked your own lives as well."

Annie buried her head on my shoulder, and started wailing again.

"Oh Bob! I am lost! What am I to do?"

I placed a hand on Annie's shoulder, and then another, and held her close as she cried. I wished to only give Annie my heartfelt sympathy and compassion. But in the midst of that, I was still a man, and could not help but to be aware of Annie's enormous breasts pressed up against my chest. I fought down the rising sexual feeling. Annie had come to me today for comfort and support, and that was all I would offer to her.

I drew a hand up and patted her head as she weeped. I caught a whiff of the wonderful fragrance of her hair. As I held the sobbing Annie close, she rested her soft hands on my arms, which were still pumped from the workout. Her hands gently slid along on my forearms, and then up to my firm biceps. At this touch, Annie inadvertently gasped.

I looked up and Annie did the same. Our eyes met, and I saw the pain and helplessness and vulnerability in Annie's eyes. She did not know what to do, where to turn, and yet, of everyone she might have known in her long life, she came here, today, and turned to me. I gazed into the beautiful face, smeared with tears... saw the full red lips. I inclined my face down to place a gentle kiss on those lips.

Annie returned the kiss gently, and it was as if my lips were struck by a thunderclap. My head fluttered and I thought I might lose my balance. I stared again into Annie's stunning green eyes, and gave her another kiss. Annie kissed my lips eagerly, once, twice, and then a third time. But then she abruptly pulled free, pushing herself away from me. Annie turned her back to me, and took a couple steps away, crossing her arms in front of herself.

"I am very sorry Robert, but that was most inappropriate."

"Why, Annie? Why do you think so?" I inquired.

Annie turned and looked at me, her beautiful eyes widened in an incredulous expression that swept over her face.

"Robert! You are my child! Well, the child of my child, so to speak! The mere notion is unspeakable! I should not have to explain to you of such things!"

"Annie," said I, stepping toward her. "I do understand your meaning. But please consider that you and I are removed five times from each other. We are distant relations at best, and actually share very little blood."

"Annie.... if you and I were distant cousins, there would be no concern at all. We never even knew each as family members. Really Annie, you have to agree that any family connection between us is little to none."

"Oh Bob, I do not think.... I am unsure.... I wish I.... Oh! This is all so utterly baffling!"

"Annie... you know that what I say is true. I grew up hearing all the mountain folklore of my legendary great-great-great-grandmother. Those are just old stories that I heard since I was a boy, of a historical figure, with no connection to my life.

"But when I look at you, Annie, standing before me in the here and now, what I see is a very beautiful, vivacious woman. I don't see an old mountain legend or a remote ancestress. I don't care who you might have been in the past. None of that matters to me, Annie. It's only you as you are, right here and now, you are all that matters."

Annie stood firm as I drew closer, her arms crossed in front of herself, her eyes fixed and looking down at the ground. I clasped my hands on Annie's arms. She stiffened but did not draw back.

"Annie, I am so sorry for the loss of your husband. I can't begin to imagine the horror you've gone through. But trust that I am grieving also and can empathize with your pain, to whatever extent it might compare. I'm very lonely... very sad each day. I also have no one else to turn to myself, and am also totally alone in the world. I could really use a friend... a companion... someone to keep me company... someone to make me happy. I think you could use someone too."

Annie did not react, but stood stiff, her eyes remaining downcast. I reached up and lifted her chin, looking into her bleary, red-rimmed eyes. I placed my hand on the side of her beautiful face and brushed away her tears.

"Annie... please understand.... I have loved you ever since that day at the reunion. I have thought of you constantly since that day. Oh yes, I surely did love my wife, and we spent many wonderful years together. But you have always been my first love! You have never been far from my thoughts, even after all these years."

Annie dropped her hands to her sides and looked up at me, her eyes beginning to dry, her expression of vulnerability and helplessness mingled now with a yearning.

"Annie... I don't understand what happened in the bedroom that day. Whatever that was you did to me... did for me.... You can't imagine how much that meant to me... how much it still does mean to me. Well...." I paused, leaving my heart wide open. "Well, I would hope that it meant something to you too."

At this, I took Annie's face in both hands, and kissed her lips again. Annie looked at me, confusion and indecision written on her lovely face. She reached up her hands and placed them atop mine. Her soft hands glided smoothly over the tops of mine, and Annie seemed unsure of whether to hold my hands or pull them away from her face.

"Oh Bob," Annie confessed, "I loved my husband madly. I was utterly devoted to him, and... well, other than that single impulsive display at that concert in 1975, when I danced about topless... I would have never set out to do anything to violate our trust... or my marriage vows."

Annie gulped, as if something bitter were caught in her throat.

"But when I saw you that day, Bob... you were such a fine boy, and.... Well, let me just say, yes, it certainly did mean a great deal to me to do for you what I did. But do not ask me to explain further."

I was very content with this answer, and hugged Annie close. Her hands dropped again to her sides, and she did not return the hug, though she did not resist either. Annie's firm, enormous breasts were pressed tightly against my chest, and my swelling cock tingled with excitement. My heartbeat was strong and rapid, and I could feel her own heart beating against me.

I held Annie, standing out there in that open field of dewy-wet morning grass, and rubbed her back, drawing her head onto my shoulder. The sweet fragrance of her hair was amazing, and unbelievably arousing. I nuzzled my face against her hair, noticing that Annie's breathing had become rapid and heavy, as had my own. A slight gasp of pleasure escaped from Annie's lips, but she quickly bit it back.

Encouraged by Annie's response, I rubbed my hands lower down her back, to the narrow taper of her tiny waist. Annie remained in my arms, limp and unresisting. I then moved my hands lower to caress the full swell of Annie's sweet butt.

"No... don't...." Annie protested feebly. But she did not tense up and made no move to push me aside. Our mutual breathing grew heavier and I felt my heart begin to race as I fondled and caressed Annie's plump bottom, taut under the tight skirt. With both hands opened, my fingers splayed, I drew Annie's ample hips against mine, so that my rigid cock was pressed firmly against her belly.

"Oh Bob...." Annie whispered, "It has been so very long...."

I lifted my face to look at Annie, and she looked at me. So incredible did her beautiful green eyes appear, I felt that they would drive me crazy. I understood the things Bill had written in his journals of his wife's maddeningly beautiful green eyes. They were indeed dazzling, there was no better adjective. For as I gazed into them, I felt that my entire soul was open to Annie, and that hers was open to me. I felt the pain of her loss, and also the burden of her long years, and her fear of facing the unknown years ahead, alone, in a strange new world, so different from the world of her youth, with no one to turn to... no one except me.

I inclined my face toward Annie's, and again touched my lips to hers. An explosion of passion was released at the contact with Annie's full red lips. Her lips were so soft, so much more than I could have ever imagined. I kissed her again and she gasped. We shared a series of gentle kisses, and then my tongue reached out and brushed against her lips. Annie responded by parting her own lips. The tip of my tongue touched hers, and an electrical current surged forth from her mouth to mine. All her reluctant opposition now failed in an upwelling of surging passion. Annie's arms were instantly wrapped around my head, as she drew my face tightly against her own.

Annie rolled her face around on mine as our tongues tangled about. So different was her kiss from Diana's, the way her tongue circled and darted around with mine, and so exciting it was. I could sense that Annie felt the same of my kiss to her. Annie had a sweet taste on her tongue and mouth, the taste of the melon. After so many long years of indulging in the wondrous fruit, her body had acquired the melon's very nature. I savored the sweet taste of Annie's mouth as we sucked our tongues in and out together.

My hands reached up to Annie's head and fumbled through her hair, until I found the clip that bound the soft pile to her head. I pulled the pin from the clip, and the thick mass of Annie's long golden hair tumbled down, onto her shoulders, down her back, reaching to her tiny waist. My fingers ran through Annie's magnificent hair, caressing her scalp, as our tongues danced about. Annie moaned with pleasure at my tender touch.

I pulled away to look at Annie, but her face eagerly reached toward mine to continue our embrace. I kissed her again and our breath exploded out of our faces, rapid and heavy. My hands slid around her back, and I drew Annie's supple body against my me, pressing her gigantic tits close against my chest. The fingers of one hand massaged Annie's scalp, while the fingers on the other hand squeezed and probed her firm, sweet ass, over which her skirt was stretched tightly.

So responsive was Annie to my simple touch, more than I could even have imagined in my fantasies. Annie moaned indulgently as I fondled her butt, her moans growing more impassioned and urgent. We were both lost in a cloud of ecstasy, each giving ourselves to the moment, each relishing the feeling of the other in our arms. Annie's body was pressed tightly against my rock-hard cock, and she wiggled her belly against it.

Now Annie pulled away, and shook her head all about, the thick mass of her golden brown hair flying everywhere! She looked up at me through gritted teeth, a look of animal passion on her face! Here was the Lioness of old mountain legend, of whom I had loved reading. But this was not an old story, but rather a warm, soft woman who I was holding in my arms! My arms... Annie ran her soft hands along my strong arms, still pumped hard from my workout. She slid her soft fingers over my biceps and gave them a firm squeeze, but the taut flesh was unyielding.

"Oh Bob!" whispered Annie breathlessly. "Such a muscular man you are! I have never seen a man such as you! Oh! I had no idea that a man could be like this!"

Annie rubbed her hands all up my shoulders and onto my chest, squeezing and fondling the solidly engorged muscle, especially my biceps and my pecs. Bill was a big, solid guy himself, and while he was no doubt a fit, strong mountain man, he was not a modern-day bodybuilder like me. He would not have had perfectly cut, ripped muscles, as I had worked so hard to attain. Annie was clearly enjoying the novelty of my tight, firm body. She was like a little girl with a new toy as her dainty fingers explored and discovered my big, bulging muscles.

I was delirious with joy! Here was Annie herself, the object of my innumerable masturbational fantasies, in the flesh, rubbing her softest hands all over my buff body! I could not believe this amazing turn of fortune, this uncanny good timing, that she should arrive this very morning, unattached, eager for my consolation. And consolation was what I would eagerly give her! My cock grew harder than it had ever been as I looked upon my first love, still fresh and young and enticing, both of us knowing the things that would transpire next.

Annie stroked her hands on my arms and chest, and I felt ecstasy like I had never known with Diana. Annie slid her hands lower, up and under my World Gym tank top, so that her hands glided underneath. So free and uninhibited she was, so bold and eager, as her pent-up sexual desire was finally released. Annie reached up her hands and slid the sweaty tank top over my chest, and then up and over my head. She gasped deeply, her eyes as wide as saucers as she looked upon my bare chest.

"Oh Bob, you are lumpy all over!" said Annie, as she again slid her soft hands onto my pecs and over my washboard abs. "Y-you are like a Greek god! As if you were more than a mere mortal. Like you were carven of marble by Michelangelo himself!"

"Annie..." said I, taking her into my arms again, "It is you who are my goddess, the one I adore, the beautiful nymph of my every fantasy."

With that, I grabbed Annie's face, her eyes widened in awe. I reached down and kissed her lovely lips once more, and her tongue eagerly darted into my mouth again, slobbering against my own tongue with great enthusiasm.

Annie stroked my arms as we kissed, and then she moved my own hands forward, so that they were cupped along the sides of her gigantic breasts. Finally did my hands encounter that firm but pliable flesh! I had dreamed of this moment for so long! Those luscious tits were held tightly underneath the snug jacket, and Annie whimpered at my touch, responding passionately.

I held Annie's huge tits, squeezing them, stunned at their great size and softness. I moved my hands along the top to the buttons of her jacket. Annie pressed her tits against my chest as my trembling fingers fumbled at the fasteners. First the top button came undone, then the next. Annie pulled her mouth from mine, and rubbed her head against my solid chest, her hands still holding onto my arms, as she breathlessly shared her heart.

"Oh Bob, it has been so long since last I was intimate. William suffered through a long, debilitating illness before he passed, but his masculine potency had left him years before. I thought I would never again feel the touch of a man. Oh, I was driven mad each day with sensual desire! How did I crave for intimacy! And to now to feel your strong hands upon me.... Ohhhh.... I am overwhelmed"

Finally, the last button was undone. Annie looked up at me with the sexy smile I remembered. My heart pounded with anticipation, and I drew in a deep breath, my fingers trembling with excited expectation of the beautiful sight I was about to behold. I slid my hands up underneath her jacket, but my hands encountered another garment covering over her luscious tits.

I must have looked puzzled, expecting my hands to touch the soft flesh of her bare breasts, because Annie giggled knowingly. My curiosity piqued, my hands moved to Annie's shoulders and her arms dropped to her sides. I slid the jacket free from her bare shoulders, and it glided off, landing on the ground. My heart jumped in my chest, but I also laughed when I saw what Annie was wearing.

"A tube top???"

"Actually, it is the same tube top!" admitted Annie.

It was indeed the same tube top that was burned into my memory. Like Annie herself, it looked the same as it did that day, and did not appear to be a 35 year old garment. Oh, I loved that style of tube top, like the girls used to wear back in the 70s! My dick got even bigger and harder as Annie stood there, looking as she did at the reunion, bare-shouldered, with pink and white horizontal stripes stretched over Annie's gigantic spheres, accentuating their amazing size and shape.

Annie's soft nipples gently protruded, each having a diameter the size of a silver dollar. The skimpy tube top hung very low to allow a full view of Annie's impossibly long cleavage, exposing the considerable extent of her exquisitely soft, creamy breasts, held closely together by the tight-fitting garment, the pink edges of her areolas peeking out over the rim. Annie's tits heaved up and down with each heavy breath she drew, making the firm globes gently quiver with each breath. I stared at Annie's amazing tits, transfixed by the beautiful sight before my eyes.

My heartbeat pounded loudly in my head at the sight of Annie's incredible tits. Annie seemed embarrassed to be wearing her sexy tube top. She looked up at me sheepishly, her demeanor shy and apologetic.

"Bob... I-I had no right to expect anything coming here today. I really do not know why I even came! I knew you were married, and did not know about your wife.... I wore this for myself, as part of my own fantasy of meeting you again. I never thought.... never expected.... oh...."

I grabbed Annie and hugged her close, sucking her tongue into my mouth once again. We slobbered urgently on each other's mouths, Annie whimpering as I squeezed and fondled her tender body. I slid my hands under the back of her tube top, and circled my hands forward along the sides of the form-fitting garment, working my hands to the front.

"Mmmmm... Thank you, Annie!" I whispered, in between sucking on her tongue, as my hands worked their way along under the tube top. "Thank you so much for wearing this! You've made my dream come true, my fantasy come to life!"

I worked my fingers underneath the sides of the tube top, and finally did they encounter the bare flesh of Annie's tremendously huge tits. Oh, man! My cock throbbed, stretched to its limit, as my hands glided onto Annie's silky soft breasts. What a feeling, to finally hold the incredible flesh of Annie's exquisite tits in my hands, after reading and dreaming and fantasizing about this moment for so many years.

Nothing could have prepared me for the supple firmness, the incredible smoothness that felt so magnificently soft and tender in my hands. How the firm globes yielded as I fondled them, how my fingers buried themselves in the pliable breast flesh with each gentle squeeze. My cock grew harder and harder, and felt like it would explode just from the astounding sensation of Annie's supple tits in my hands.

I lifted my head to look at Annie, and her head was leaned back, her mouth wide open, gasping and sighing, looking at me through a narrowed gaze as I massaged her gigantic tits. I looked down as I slid my hands over the tops of her magnificently gigantic breasts. The tube top slid up and off, and Annie's huge tits popped out. Annie's big puffy nipples sprung forward and quivered as they came free of the tight tube top.

A lightning bolt shot through me at the sight of Annie's bare titties. Tipped with those succulent pink nipples, enormous knobs of soft flesh, they were so full and bloated. I was totally in awe at the breathtaking sight. Annie's tits were so damn big! I absolutely could not believe my eyes! They really were like huge, creamy pink watermelons, and hung down to her tiny waist. Oh, to finally see Annie's excellent tits up close, and to hold them in my hands, was almost more than I could bear.

Annie's nipples were so large, so full, so incredibly suckable, just as they were etched in my memory. They were so amazingly huge. They actually were the size of big, pink plums, set inside smooth, shiny areolas, at least a half foot in diameter, just as the journals described. To see Annie's big, full nipples from up close, such a beautiful, sexy shade of pink they were, so soft and tender-looking, creased all over with many gentle folds, and a puckered indentation in the center of each bloated bud.... to look at the taut, shiny areolas first hand, close enough to see a gentle network of veins visible underneath Annie's smoothest flesh.... it was my greatest dream finally come true.

My hands passed over Annie's soft nipples, and she yelped with ecstasy. Annie's nipples felt so fiery hot, just as I had always read of in the journals, and they practically burned my hands. Oh, the feeling in my hands was indescribable, as I stood there squeezing and groping Annie's incredible tits, and tweaking and playing with her bloated nipples. Annie gasped and groaned as we stood there, my hands massaging her excellent tits all over.

I was going crazy from Annie's responsiveness. She became more and more turned on, every little touch or stroke or fondle evoking dramatically enthusiastic moans and whimpers. This drove me nuts, adding a sexy soundtrack to the sensation of finally holding Annie's glorious tits in my hands. I leaned my forehead against Annie's, both of us gasping. I thought I would pass out from sheer pleasure as I squeezed and compressed and lifted those malleable mounds of joy.

I was dumbfounded at the thought that I was actually standing in the tall grass of my backyard holding the gigantic boobs of Annie herself, playing with her enormous, soft nipples, just as I had done in my fantasies for so many years. I stood there, squeezing and playing with Annie's sexy tits, her hands atop mine, guiding them all around as I pressed and held and lifted and squeezed her jiggling pillows of flesh. Annie groaned, rolling her head around, her hair blowing around in the cool morning breeze, moaning in ecstasy as my hands massaged her enormous jugs.

I slid my hands under the tube top once again, and pushed it upwards. Annie reached her arms up into the air to enable me to slide off the tube top over her head. I held the tube top to my face, and felt the considerable warmth generated by Annie's luscious tits against my cheek. I respectfully set down the wondrous garment and returned to the delicious Annie. Now topless, I drank in the incredible sight of Annie's bare body, nude from the waist up, the smooth, creamy, flawless pink skin of her face, arms and shoulders matching that of her succulent tits.

Annie's lovely tits were larger than a pair of basketballs, the soft and pliable spheres jiggling gently with each labored breath. My eyes devoured the sight of Annie's topless body standing before me. Diana's tits had never gotten that big in 30 years of eating the melon, and yet this was just Annie's regular size. I thought my cock was going to explode just from looking at Annie's astoundingly huge, creamy, pink-tipped jugs.

Annie looked at me with a sultry, seductive look on her face, and tossed back her hair, which sent her gigantic tits swinging and jiggling around, like plump, full spheres of jello. Annie's huge, soft, magnificent pink nipples quivered with every subtle motion. Annie was even more gorgeous and sexy than I remembered, as if the passage of 35 years had only increased her beauty.

I drew Annie close again, and cupping them from underneath, I bent forward and buried my face between her gigantic tits. Annie's incredible cleavage was so soft against my face, and each supple breast squeezed against the sides of my head. I could have lost myself forever between those creamy globes, and wished to never come back again. Annie uttered some stammered groans, and held my head close against herself, so that my face was lost between her gigantic tits. I remained disbelieving my good fortune to have my face nuzzling in Annie's cleavage. I could have suffocated, but would have died loving every moment.

I wrapped my arms around her back as Annie held up her own tits into my face, and I leaned over to cup her sweet butt as it was stuffed into that tight skirt. I moved my hands down onto her luscious bare calves, which were so full and round and firm. I slid my hands upwardly on her legs, under her skirt, and fondled her plump thighs. Annie groaned again as I drew up the skirt, and kneaded the bare flesh of her ripe little ass. I marveled that Annie did not wear any sort of underwear, and that her skin was right underneath her skirt.

I slid my hand back around until my fingers found the hasp at her hip that held her skirt in place. I flicked it open and then unzipped the zipper. Pushing my hands inside Annie's skirt, over the top of her plump butt, I worked that tight skirt off her hips, so that it fell to the ground. Now Annie was finally naked.

I raised my face from her luscious cleavage to drink in the sight of Annie's soft, creamy flesh, now utterly bare from head to toe. I released Annie's soft mounds and stood back for a view of Annie's delicious, voluptuous body. I looked up at Annie's face, and her full, pink lips were parted in a most inviting smile. Annie reached one foot out from the crumpled skirt lying on the ground, and then the other.

I could only keep my hands off her for a moment, and then Annie was in my arms once again. My hands reached back and stroked and caressed her all around her legs, her butt and her back. Annie gasped appreciatively, groaning in pleasure as my fingers stroked all over her luscious body.

"Oh Bob!" enthused Annie, "Oh, that feels so good! Oh, your big, strong hands... so very nice! Oh, you are melting me like butter!"

I dropped to my knees, burying again my face in Annie's' incredible cleavage, and she once again held my head fast against her huge tits. I wrapped my big arms around her hips, stroking and massaging her legs and bottom, my hands gliding down to her ripe calves, up onto her plump thighs, and fondling her full butt cheeks. Annie threw a leg onto my shoulder, and rubbed her soft foot onto my bare back.

I worked my face free of Annie's grasp and moved my lips over to her hot, puffy nipple, rubbing my face all over it, which drove Annie crazy. I slid my hand up Annie's inner thigh, and my fingers wandered to her sweet pussy. Annie's snatch was so hot and wet, and her honey was dripping down her thigh. My fingers got lost slipping around her slimy pussy lips, which drove Annie even crazier. I sucked Annie's swollen nipple into my mouth just as my fingers found her slippery clit. Annie screamed out loud and squeezed my head so tightly against her tits that she sunk her nails into my neck.

Wow, Annie's clit felt even bigger than reported in the journals! It felt like the size of a large strawberry in my fingers, much larger than just a little rosebud. Man, it was amazing! I had never known such a marvelous thing in all my years with Diana, since her clit was so small and hidden that I wasn't sure half the time whether I even found it. Even when I did, she was never responsive to this sort of stimulation. Certainly not like Annie! I can only guess that Annie's clit had grown from so many years of eating the melon, making her even hornier and more responsive.

Annie moaned and whimpered loudly as I sucked on her nipple while fondling her clit, slippery from all the oozing from her sweet pussy. I kneeled before Annie, one hand holding her curvy body against my face while the other played with her enormous organ. My mouth sucked on Annie's bloated nipple while my tongue poked about on the sweet pink tip. Annie was screaming and carrying on at the top of her lungs, and I was glad that we were far from my nearest neighbors.

I didn't know what to do first. I wanted badly to slide my tongue into Annie's dripping pussy and suck that gigantic strawberry-sized clit right into my mouth. But I hated to leave off her incredible nipple, which felt so wonderful against my lips and tongue. I opted to stay with Annie's luscious boobs, and grasped them both into my hands. Then Annie's tits began to grow! I couldn't believe it! How could those huge tits get any bigger??? I squeezed the supple spheres both together, and felt the flesh expand from out between my fingers. My fingers sank deeply into the soft pillows of flesh as I massaged and worked them in my hands, fascinated at the sight of them growing in my hands.

Amazingly, Annie's sexy nipples puffed outward, like balloons, making Annie gasp and groan. Such a heat was coming off her nipples, I thought my face might be burned. I squeezed Annie's excellent tits, causing her nipples to stretch and strain. I thought they might pop, but instead, they only swelled outward and grew to an ever more amazing size. Annie moaned and cried with pleasure, and kept calling out my name. Annie moved her crotch onto my shoulder, and rubbed her juicy snatch on top of it, making my shoulder slimy with her sweet honey.

My hands were buried deep within the supple flesh of Annie's boobs, and I massaged them like a baker kneading his dough. The mounds of flesh overflowed the sides of my hands, like two jiggling bags of jello, swelling masses of pliable pleasure quivering before my face. Annie's succulent nipples puffed out as they increased in diameter, pulsating with each rapid beat of her heart. Man, I was so fucking turned on! I thought my cock would explode just from playing with Annie's incredible swelling tits!

Annie was so friggin' horny! She was absolutely wild with erotic excitement. I was driving her nuts by squeezing her expanding tits, squashing them together and rubbing them up and down, and rolling them against my face. I was moaning almost as loud as Annie as my fingers sunk into the soft mounds of swelling flesh. Annie grabbed my head again and then pushed my face down into the depths of her soft cleavage. My face was buried between her tits, and I nuzzled all around, driving Annie (and me) crazier with each moment.

Annie's tits swelled bigger and bigger, compressing into my hands and spilling over the sides, extruding through my fingers. Oh man! How could Annie's gigantic tits possibly get any bigger? How big could a pair of tits actually get? Annie's tits became noticeably heavier in my hands, and they increased in weight as they expanded. I was incredulous at the mammoth mounds of soft flesh that sagged over the sides of my hands. I sunk my face deep within Annie's cleavage, and nuzzled around in the soft, spongy flesh.

Annie�s' humongous tits were so unbelievably soft. I can't believe that anything could be so soft and supple, while still somehow being so firm, like Annie's amazing tits. I came up for air, only to see that Annie's huge tits had swelled to a massive extent. The gigantic spheres of soft flesh were now bigger than beach balls! Each glorious sphere was now a foot and a half across, and hung far down over top of her belly. The malleable bags of delight were like water balloons that slipped around in my hands as I squeezed them.

Annie's nipples became more and more smooth and shiny as they stretched and expanded. The swollen pink knobs were now bigger than oranges, and Annie's areolas were the size of a pair of dinner plates. Annie's succulent nipples quivered with each squeeze. Annie's gigantic jugs had inflated to such a huge size that they rested on top of my shoulders. I buried my face in Annie's tits again so that my head was utterly lost in all that creamy pink softness. I swirled my face vigorously between those gigantic pillows of flesh and rubbed Annie's scorching hot nipples all over my face.

Annie pressed her hands down onto my shoulders and leaned into me, urging me backwards. So I grabbed her supple body and laid back into the tall grass, carrying Annie on top of me. As I reclined onto the soft ground, Annie dangled her enormous jugs into my face. This was the view that I'd especially fantasized about all those years... Annie looking down at me from above, blue sky behind her gorgeous face, smiling brightly, teasing my face with her mountainous jiggling boobs, bouncing them and brushing her soft nipples all over my lips and cheeks. I grabbed the enormous globes and squeezed them together, rubbing her nipples around my cheeks and nose and lips.

"Annie... your tits are SO BIG! Wow, they are SO NICE!"

Annie was out of her head with gasping and moaning, getting louder and more impassioned the more I played with her tits and rolled my head into her ample cleavage. I savored every moment of this experience, seeking to obtain the maximum enjoyment of Annie's luscious tits. I was licking all around in Annie's cleavage, and then my tongue went searching again for her nipples. My tongue slid all over the expansive surface of one of Annie's gigantic boobs, until it found her puffed-out nipple. Annie screamed again as my tongue circled all around her delicious knob, and then I swallowed the bloated pink tip into my mouth.

Annie's nipple seared my mouth, like sipping from a hot cup of soup. The heat of Annie's nipple was quenched by my mouth, and I sucked and licked and probed all over it with my tongue tip, which drove her up the wall. I sucked furiously on the soft pink knob, when a hot gush of sweet milk squirted into my mouth! Annie's legendary cream! I was again disbelieving my incredible good luck, that I was actually sucking Annie's tits. Annie's milk was so sweet, like a vanilla milk shake, and I gulped it down enthusiastically.

Oh, I thought I would go totally nuts! Diana's tits usually dribbled out a little trickle of milk, but never did it pour out of her tits in such hot, gushing spurts, and never did it taste anywhere nearly as sweet. I felt my cock getting bigger and harder from the arousing taste of Annie's delightful cream! Ahh! It hurt so bad! My cock was stretching with each delicious gulp, like it was being pumped full with Annie's milk, stretched so tight like it would split right open. How could my cock possibly get bigger and harder? We didn't even eat any melon! My balls hurt too as they inflated proportionally to my cock. They felt like a couple of baseballs growing out of my crotch.

My thick tube had grown so long that the head poked out over the top of the waistband of my sweatpants. Man, it felt so sensitive! It was like Annie read my mind. Annie placed her hot, wet pussy on top of my cock. Annie and I both screamed out loud when Annie's hot snatch touched my engorged member! Wow, that felt so good! Annie started wiggling around her wet pussy all over my rigid cock. Oh man! My whole body shuddered! My mouth came off Annie's nipple and her sweet milk squirted in my face. Man, I was so completely overwhelmed by this horny chick!

Somehow Annie worked my sweatpants down to my thighs using just her hips. Annie dragged them lower with her knee, and then with her foot, and so did Annie skillfully push my pants off from my legs. Annie was screaming again, and totally losing her head as she slid her oozing snatch all up and down my big fat cock. I can't believe I didn't cum right then. Annie's hot, slimy pussy felt so good as it slathered my thick rod with her pussy juice.

I was completely engrossed by Annie's tits, and was lost in a madness of sucking on her gigantic nipple. Annie's big, pink, orange-sized knob of flesh filled my mouth, and sweet milk poured into it as I suckled. As I sucked on Annie's nipple, I felt a light spray on my cheek. Annie's other nipple began to leak, and was squirting milk on my face!

I grabbed the leaking tit and squeezed both glorious jugs together, so that a spray squirted from both swollen nipples into my face. I somehow got both enormous nipples into my mouth, and sucked hard on them, drinking in the double flow of sweet cream from her gigantic tits. This made Annie scream again!

"AHHH!!! OH BOB!!! OH BOB, SUCK ON THEM!!! SUCK MY TEATS!!! OH THAT FEELS SO GOOD! SUCK THEM HARD!!!"

I could have laid there forever, squeezing the soft mounds of flesh and gulping down Annie's sweet vanilla cream. Annie kept rubbing her pussy back and forth over my cock, and I could feel her strawberry-sized clit sliding around against my cock head. I was moving my own hips to rub my cock against Annie's pussy. Annie's pussy was oozing so much that her honey dripped off my cock and collected on my belly.

Annie swirled her pussy around and around and then she let fly an explosive grunt. Annie screamed as an orgasm slurped over the top of my cock. Her whole body shuddered as Annie popped off another orgasm, and then another and still another as she wiggled her wet pussy all over my thick tubesteak. Annie screamed and grunted with each contraction of her sweet pussy, which made audible slurping noises each time she came.

As I was rubbing my cock around, I tried to slide it into her hot, wet place, but Annie wouldn't let me. She managed to move her hips away to only allow external contact between my cock and her swollen clit. I don't know why I didn't blow my own load anyway, Annie's hot, slimy snatch was totally stimulating my throbbing cock. I could feel her outer pussy lips part as she slid them back and forth over my stiff trunk, as her inner lips french-kissed my cock all along its length.

No matter, I was going absolutely nuts from feeling Annie's gigantic tits and sucking the sweet milk out of them, and her hot, wet pussy gyrating all over my cock. I didn't want this feeling to ever end. Steady streams of sweet vanilla cream continued to flow down out of Annie's enormous bags of supple flesh. Annie's tits were still expanding, growing bigger in diameter and sagging down lower and lower onto my face. Annie bounced and wiggled on my cock, over and over, screaming as she bounced through a million orgasms. I was so glad to give Annie this pleasure, to console and comfort her, as her sweet creamy tits were consoling me.

"Oh Bob! Oh Bob, this feels SO GOOD! Oh, my nipples.... Oh Bob, your cock feels SO BIG AND HARD against my pussy! OOOOHHHHH!!!!"

It seemed like this went on for hours, and finally Annie's endless supply of orgasms was exhausted, just as the creamy flow from her tits abated. Annie leaned her supple body into my face, so that her gigantic tits flattened against the sides of my head. I held her body close, and glided my hands all over her back, squeezing the firm flesh of her ass and thighs, my hips pistoning my cock furiously against her dripping pussy.

Annie slid her soft, supple body downward, and kissed my face, starting from my forehead, onto my cheek, and then down to my neck. Annie slithered against me, dragging her gigantic tits against my chest, and working her way further downward. Then Annie placed kisses all over my solid chest, kissing my firm pecs, her tongue slurping over my own nipples. Annie gasped when she finally got a look at my fat, swollen cock, which lay atop my belly.

"Bob! Your cock! It-it's beautiful! It's so very different from what I know!"

My cock had grown to the size of a salami, and the head was like an apple, which had never happened before in all my years with Diana. I was amazed that it was so big, laying across my washboard abs so that the huge head of my cock reached nearly to my chest. But Annie was not so much impressed with the size as much as the shape, as we would discuss later.

Annie grabbed my cock, and raised it up to her mouth, enveloping her soft tits around the shank of its shaft, and straddling my hips with her juicy pussy. Annie leaned onto my body, her soft pillows compressed against my chest, holding my rigid cock in her soft hands, stroking and kissing the stiff member as she generally introduced herself to it. My cock felt so amazingly sensitive, and every little thing that Annie did felt absolutely incredible. Annie caressed my engorged tubesteak with her soft fingertips, and glided her tongue all around over and under the head.

Suddenly, abruptly, Annie sucked the whole thing right into her beautiful mouth. I lay there in disbelief as the head of my cock disappeared into the gorgeous mouth of my dream girl, that my fantasy of 35 years was finally fulfilled. Annie stuffed my giant two-foot-long sausage into her mouth, and caressed it all over with her tongue. I don't know where she put it. So much of it disappeared into her mouth that she must have rammed it halfway down her throat.

As I imagined on that reunion day decades before, Annie really did have a most excellent mouth for a blowjob. Such skill does Annie possess in the art of giving head, so many years of experience did Annie bring to bear on my pulsating cock. Annie was a devoted artist of fellatio, a skilled worker in the craft of pleasuring a penis, and her talents were unsurpassed. I grabbed Annie's head and ran my fingers through her long, thick hair, holding it back for her as she performed her magic on my member.

Annie was so gorgeous as she sucked my cock. Her spectacular green eyes looked into mine the whole time my cock was in her mouth, driving me even crazier, as if that were even possible. Annie gave the best head, better than I could have ever imagined. Never in over thirty years of marriage did Diana make my cock feel this amazing. I felt my cock growing bigger and thicker in Annie's sweet mouth, and my balls swelled to an outrageous size, feeling like they were bursting with cum.

I lay there prone and helpless, groaning in pleasure as Annie sucked on my thick tube of meat, holding it tightly in her hands. Annie's mouth made sloppy slurping sounds all up and down its length as she fixed her green eyes on mine. Annie was performing a reenactment of the scene in the bedroom on the reunion day, except this time, the gorgeous hippy chick was giving me a real blowjob, not a virtual one from across the room. What a fantasy come true! So much better than I could have imagined.

I ran my fingers through Annie's thick hair as her mouth sucked hard on my cock. Annie's gorgeous face was at the level of my chest, so close to my own face as she sucked on my greatly elongated cock. Annie stared deeply into my eyes, with her gigantic tits mashed against my chest and belly. My hands slid over and fondled her soft jugs, and I squeezed her nipples between my fingers. Annie hummed loudly as my fingers played with her tits, but her incredible green eyes stayed fixed on mine, and burned with a passionate fire.

Lying on the soft grass, blue sky behind Annie's gorgeous face, I couldn't believe my uncanny good fortune. Here I was with the mythical mountain nymph, Annie Gillingham herself, the most gorgeous, voluptuous, vivacious woman who ever lived, stepping right out of mountain folklore, and sucking enthusiastically on my cock. My fingers ran again through her glorious hair, holding her beautiful face as she stared into my eyes, suckling my swollen member, fully aware that I was now the luckiest man alive, to possess this magnificent specimen of feminine gorgeousness all for myself.

Then Annie popped her mouth off my cock and leaned forward to wrap her gigantic tits around the thick shaft, made wet with her saliva. Annie raised and lowered her titanic titties atop my cock, up and down, bouncing her huge jugs off my chest, smiling down at me as she went. The feeling of Annie's soft pillows on my cock was indescribable.

Annie's enormous, shiny, pink nipples bulged out toward my face as she compressed her gigantic, voluptuous fun bags onto my engorged penis. The sight drove me to an ecstatic frenzy. I felt my internal pressure rising as Annie's stupendous, silky-smooth spheres of flesh stroked up and down on my cock.

Annie released her tits and her mouth dove back onto my big dick. Annie's head bobbed back and forth on the thick tube, gripping the shaft with both hands, her swollen nipples jiggling as her tits bounced all around. Annie's soft, wet mouth on my cock, the amazing feeling of her lips and tongue lavishing my throbbing penis... the magnificent sight of Annie's excellent tits flopping around, her pink nipples quivering... Annie's dazzling green eyes, holding her stare into my eyes as she lovingly sucked on my cock....

My legs trembled and shook and my body wracked with convulsions. My whole body shuddered and quaked like never before. A great surging sensation swelled up from my balls, into my abdomen, and rippled up the length of my gigantic cock. Under great pressure, mingled pleasure and pain, a fountain of cum exploded from my cock into Annie's gorgeous mouth.

Annie's sexy green eyes grew ever more seductive as my hot semen ejaculated forcefully onto her tongue. Annie purred like a Lioness as another creamy load shot into her mouth. I have no idea how Annie could swallow so much, so quickly, gulping along with each shot, her eyes telling me of her gratitude and appreciation for the hot, sticky gift she was receiving from my penis.

Another big load shot forth and another as cum squirted from my cock. Damn! Where did all this jiz come from? I've always had a lot of cum, but it seemed that Annie's magical milk multiplied my load geometrically. Though squirt followed squirt into Annie's amazing mouth, my balls were not yet dry. My cock was like a fire hose shooting spurts of cum. I was immobilized with pleasure and my legs jerked spasmodically as Annie sucked the cum straight out of my balls, gulping down mouthful after goopy mouthful.

My body convulsed harder and harder as Annie skillfully timed her sucking to my releases, making each shot feel more intense than the one before. But then Annie made a muffled sound from her mouth as her eyes snapped wide open in surprise, breaking my gaze. Cum was oozing out from around her lips, and Annie could not swallow quickly enough to keep up! A slimy white mess began to ooze out from her mouth, encircling her full lips, and long, stringy icicles of cum dripped down to her chin and trickled down along my cock.

Annie grabbed hard onto my big fat rod and held on tightly with both hands as she forced her head to remain on my cock. It was as if Annie was trying to hang on, to outlast the surging gushes of jiz that kept shooting continuously into her mouth. Annie's expression became panicked as hot cum oozed out of her mouth, dribbling down her cheeks, as my big cock ejaculated over and over.

"MMMPH!!! MMM!! MMMMPPPPHHHTTTTTHHH!!!" came the urgent muffled cries from Annie's mouth, but still she kept going, gulping frantically as the flood of creamy cum ejaculated into her mouth, squirt after squirt after squirt.

I lay there on my back, convulsing, my body jerking and quaking, as long, sticky tendrils of cum stretched from Annie's mouth and jaw, down onto her gigantic tits. Annie's hands were covered with the cum that dripped down onto them from her mouth. Annie sucked harder and harder, and even bit down on my cock, holding my cock head between her teeth, to hold her mouth tight against the torrent of cum. That only magnified the intense pleasure of the pulsating shaft as it disgorged a fountain of semen into Annie's mouth.

I can't say how long this went on, and I nearly passed out from the intense pleasure. I must have shot a gallon into Annie's mouth, but finally, the gushing squirts began to taper down. Annie pulled her mouth away from my swollen male organ. Long strings of thick, white goop extended from her mouth to the head of my cock. A pile of cum collected onto the end of my cock, oozing outward as Annie choked the thick shaft with both her soft hands. Annie's beautiful mouth was ringed with my hot cum, thick drips flowing off her chin. Annie gulped and swallowed forcefully as she struggled to clear her throat.

"Oh Bob! *gulp* Oh my, what a powerful, virile, potent man you are!"

Annie composed herself, and then put the fat sausage back in her mouth. She slathered her cum-coated tongue all around to clean the thick rod of the sticky jiz, swallowing frequently. Then Annie sucked powerfully, to draw in any globs that remained inside my the great length of my big fat dick. Then she tenderly bit it again, as if to reprimand the thick tubesteak for being a bad boy. Goopy globs dangled from her chin and along her jaw line. Spitting out the thick shaft, Annie looked at me with her dazzling green eyes, and she laughed, a very delightful, melodious laugh.

"Ho! I have not had a wrestling match like that in many a year! Oh Bob, how very unpredictable you are... and how wonderful!"

Annie used my fat cock to wipe the jiz from around her face. Then she licked the cock clean and wiped her face some more. Gooey, thick strands of cum dangled from her mouth, and she smiled at me lustily while she cleaned the sloppy white mess from her face with my cock. Soon all the sticky globs were cleaned away, and Annie licked her fingers, smiling a seductive smile at me while her tongue slurped her hands clean. When Annie was finished, she grabbed her expensive, specially-tailored skirt to wipe her face and hands.

"Oh Bob, that was absolutely glorious!" spoke Annie, a sexy smile on her face, as she slid up to face me, her gigantic tits compressed against my chest.

"Thank you so very much for the gift of your seed! It is the fountain of youth to me, and the elixir of life! And I must say, your seed tastes most delightful! I rather fancy that taste! And there was so much of it to swallow! You are indeed as potent and virile as you are handsome!"

I laid there prone, recovering from my unprecedented, explosive release, while Annie was licking and cleaning my cum off of herself. Finally, I was able to make my body stir, and I spoke to Annie.

"Annie, you are utterly incredible. That was the most magnificent thing I've ever experienced in my life! I had no idea that a woman could do all that, or that my balls could produce so much cum! You're even more sensational than in my wildest fantasies! I've waited 35 years for you, and wow baby, were you worth the wait!"

Annie gave me a wink, just as she had done that day of the reunion. My heart skipped a beat, just like the first time.

"My thanks to you, Bob," Annie replied sweetly, as she licked all over my cock. "You have rescued me this day. You have no idea the anguish I endured. I had been very so lonely. It had been so very long."

At that, Annie reached over and stroked my big, long penis, which was still very much erect. Then she said seductively, "...So very long!"

I reached up and kissed Annie, giving her a warm, loving kiss. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me another, longer kiss. The tips of our tongues danced about playfully. Annie beamed another gorgeous smile, and stroked her soft fingers across my chest.

Annie's Confessions

"Annie, I still can't believe that I'm actually lying here with you," I gushed enthusiastically. "I've wondered about you for so long, whether I would ever see you again. You have been the mystery woman of my life, and now you're right here with me, your soft, full, naked body in my arms."

I paused as I stared into Annie's spectacular green eyes, and asked her the question that I'd been dying to know for 35 years.

"Annie, please tell me... what was that exactly that you did for me that day of the reunion?"

Annie sighed, resting her head on my chest, not sure whether she wished to explain, or if she even knew how.

"Bob, eating of the melon for so many years gave William and me a silent communication, that we could understand each other's feelings without speaking. Surely you understand. Did you not also share that with Diana?"

"The melon never really worked all that well for Diana, I'm afraid. Our experience with it was very incomplete, especially compared to what I've read of your experiences."

"Oh! That is a shame," said Annie, surprised. "I might have thought that everyone had the same experiences as we with the melon."

Annie looked away, not sure how to explain.

"We found over the years that we could silently communicate with others as well, that we could open our thoughts to them and have their thoughts open to us...."

"Like mental telepathy?" I interrupted.

"I do not know those words," said Annie, still very much a woman of the 19th century.

"Um...." I tried, "like ESP? Or mind reading? Uh, how about clairvoyance?"

"Ah," Annie replied, understanding. "No, not that like at all. We can feel each other's thoughts and sensations, and know what the other is feeling, or make someone else feel what we are feeling.... or make someone else feel what another is feeling...."

"Oh, I see," I interrupted, disappointed. "So you just made me feel what your husband felt when you sucked his cock."

"No, that is not it... it is more than just that...." said Annie, enigmatically.

"I don't understand," I sulked, not liking what I had just heard.

Annie raised her head, and looked off dreamily into space. I suddenly felt a sensation on my cock... a soft, tingling sensation. Annie closed her eyes and kissed the air with her lips. It felt as if my cock were being kissed. My member grew harder at this stimulation. Annie opened her mouth and my cock felt like it was inside her soft, wet mouth. She tickled her tongue into the air, and there was a distinct feeling of her soft, wet tongue licking along the head of my cock. Then Annie opened her eyes and gazed at me, smiling.

"Annie! That was incredible! Just like before! But my cock was wet that day, and when I ejaculated, my semen was gone. Was that just all in my mind?"

Annie took my hand and placed it on my cock. It was freshly wet! Then she licked her lips, and I silently understood that she really did swallow my load that day, however all this works. Annie looked at me deeply with her amazing green eyes, as if she were looking right into my soul. I somehow instantly understood many things... that Annie wanted very badly to suck me off for real that day, but she was devoted to Bill, and would never have considered doing so... that it meant a great deal to her to suck on my cock, that it was something she had wanted to do for many years... that when I felt her mouth on my cock, she also had a sensation of my cock in her mouth, so it almost felt real for both of us without actually being real... that somehow she was not being unfaithful to Bill by performing such a "virtual blowjob"... that she did not tell Bill that day, but he sensed it anyway through their silent understanding, for she couldn't keep it from him.

"Many years?" I said aloud. "How many years could it have been? We only just met that day! And I was only 15 years old! What do you mean by 'many years'?"

Annie looked distraught, as if she had inadvertently divulged a dire secret, something that should never have been shared with anyone.

"Oh, never mind," said Annie, withdrawing her body from atop from my chest. Annie sat up, and her beach ball-sized tits flopped heavily into her lap, jiggling like jello, waves of vibrations rippling over her tits, making her nipples quiver. She looked very sad, as if she had said the wrong thing, though she didn't actually say anything at all.

"Please Annie, I need to understand this."

Tears streamed from her eyes as Annie began to cry again.

"Robert, as I said earlier, do not ask me to explain further."

Then in my mind, I heard Annie's voice saying "Bob" and I saw my face. Well, it looked like my face, but the haircut was all wrong, there were big, bushy mutton-chop sideburns, and with old fashioned clothing, like an old-time sailor's uniform.

"Annie, what are you thinking? I just heard you say my name and saw my face in my mind's eye... except it's not my face."

Annie sat there quietly, but then she sniffed, and big tears rolled down her lovely cheeks.

"Bob, I'm sorry for being so rude to you when I first arrived."

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything, Annie? I think we're beyond that by now."

"When I saw you today..." Annie continued, "I was... I was reminded of something I long struggled to forget."

In my mind, I heard Annie instead say "someone."

"Who, Annie? Who did I remind you of?" I persisted.

Then the truth occurred to me. When I first met Annie at the reunion in '75, when I first told her my name was "Bob Penton," she said to me, "You look just like him." The memory flooded back, and after 35 years, I finally understood the meaning of this cryptic remark. Annie looked at me, and tears of grief and remorse flowing down her lovely face.

"That is right, Bob. Captain Robert Penton," spoke Annie, as though she had pronounced her own death sentence.

My mind reeled. The legendary Annie Gillingham, my great-great-great-grandmother, and Captain Robert Penton, my great-great-great-grandfather from my other side? They carried on an affair????

"No Bob," Annie explained aloud, sensing my thoughts. "It was nothing like that. As I said, I loved my husband William deeply, and was utterly loyal and devoted to him. I would have never betrayed him like that, nor would his dear friend Bob have done so. I owed William my life many times over, and would have died myself rather than violate my marriage vows."

Then what, I wondered? Annie sighed again, and big tears rolled down her beautiful cheeks. Her words were broken with sniffs and sobs as she confessed to me her darkest secret.

"Everything was wonderful those first nine years upon Our Isle. William and I filled each day with mad, passionate sex. There was nothing in my world but him, and William was the sun and moon to me. But then our safety was threatened, and when our rescue was at hand, there was also my undoing.

"From my first sighting of him, I was smitten with Captain Robert Penton. Oh yes, I loved my William and was utterly devoted to him. William was a stalwart man, a loyal, dependable husband, and a superlative lover. But I had always craved for adventure! Wild, crashing, unrestrained adventure! The sort of furious excitement where you throw all caution to the winds!

"William was a sensible and level-headed man, and always practiced good judgment. But in this evermore did he dampen my most impulsive adventurous desires. Oh, but when I first saw Bob! Well now, here was a dashing, suave, debonair man! The master of his own vessel, no less! Here was a true swashbuckler! I looked at him and he looked at me, and well... sparks did fly, as they say.

"Oh, I am such lewd strumpet by nature! The heart of a brazen slut does always beat beneath my bosom! How often did my mind wander whilst thinking of the handsome Bob. How frequently did I imagine his swollen, erect penis, with my mouth sucking hard fast upon it. How did I fantasie that Bob would be suckling at my nipples, and probing amidst my nethers, with his fingers and tongue! And that his mighty shaft would be buried deeply within my secret place!

"Mind, I never acted on my impulse, and neither did Bob. He always remained a perfectly respectful gentleman. We were both married people after all, and he being William's best chum, whilst it was his wife Millie who had become my best friend in this life. But occasionally did Bob and I exchange a glance, and I sensed his hunger for me, whilst my longing gazes made him to sense my own hunger for him.

"My mind would wander, and thus would I daydream on the possibilities that might have been. What if it were Bob who had signed aboard the H.M.S. Delight instead of William? What if it were the handsome, thrilling Bob with whom I was cast away on that Isle? What if it were he with whom I discovered the melon, and his mouth that suckled upon my bloated paps, his engorged manhood that I sucked each day for nine years?

"I know that he felt the same for me, for William and he even discussed it! Bob practically confessed to it! William even wrote in his journal of their discussion: 'I saw that Bob would gladly trade it all away to be stranded on a deserted isle with a lusty, gorgeous, naked woman possessing gigantic teats.' Well, not just any 'lusty, gorgeous, naked woman,' but me myself! For I could see it in his eyes! Oft times, over many years! Oh, at the unveiling of the Island Queen, how his eyes did linger long upon my wooden proxy!

"Oh, how distraught was I, ridden with guilt for such carnal urges! Naturally, I strove to avoid even speaking to Bob, and eventually avoided his gaze altogether. But when it came time, I sought to marry my daughter Angelica to his son and namesake, so that I might vicariously join myself with Bob through that union. And though the silly child insured that my stratagem would fail, I did manage to arrange that my granddaughter Maybelle, who was my very image, would be married to his grandson, who closely resembled him. Oh, how I did so fantasie of their honeymoon, as though it were the young Bob and I on our own honeymoon, with him suckling upon my teats, and me sucking his gigantic, melon-swollen cock.

"William and I simply had to leave for England, don't you see? Even though Bob had then become elderly, I nevertheless had to finally escape from these lascivious feelings! Then I learned later from Maybelle's posts that Bob died whilst we were abroad, so that was the end of that. I bore my grief for Bob in silence, and carried for decades the silent burden of my unrequited lust for him.

"But when I saw you that day of the reunion, how much you resembled Bob, and yet that you were even his namesake... and when I sensed your presence in the closet, and felt your powerful yearning for me.... Oh Bob, it was more than I could bear! Oh, confound it all, I am such a lascivious trollop in my heart! I just had to have the feeling of your manhood in my mouth, as if it I were doing so for Captain Bob himself. It was as if it were my last chance to demonstrate my feelings toward him."

At this point, I couldn't help laughing out loud.

"I beg your pardon?" spoke Annie, indignantly, as my rude outburst interrupted her confession.

"I'm sorry Annie, this is all very Victorian, but you said nothing actually happened between you and Captain Bob, right? You were indeed faithful to your husband, correct?"

"Well, yes," she replied.

"Then why let it bother you? So you found yourself attracted to another man! Big deal! I think most people today consider such erotic fantasies to be pretty common. I've had many women who I lusted after since I was married, and I knew Diana saw a few men that caught her eye too. We live in a world full of attractive people! So you had 'impure thoughts' for someone besides your spouse! Welcome to the human race!"

Annie looked as though she had had a revelation, that this thought had never before occurred to her, and she was cheered up and relieved by my levity. She spoke tentatively, still needing my reassurance.

"So you really do not believe this to be a moral failing on my part?"

"Hell no! Not a big one anyway! It happens to everyone!"

Annie turned aside, withdrawing from me and curling up her luscious nude body, squeezing her magnificent tits against her thighs, choosing to remain dejected and inconsolable nonetheless.

"Well, you must certainly detest the sight of me by now. I have confessed that you remind me of another man."

With that, I reached over and wrapped my arms around Annie, grapping her gigantic tits, and giving them a squeeze while I placed a big sloppy kiss on her lips.

"Oh Annie, I could never hate anything about you, certainly not the sight of you! I'm flattered and honored that I would remind you of old Captain Bob! He's a legend in the family, and I'm proud to be his namesake. From all accounts he was quite the ladies' man before settling down with Grandma Millie! 'A girl in every port,' like any good sailor! If only I had been so lucky! I'm sure you were just one of the many girls who fell under his spell!"

"Oh Bob," said Annie, turning again toward me, grabbing my face and sliding her hands over my chest. "You have rescued me yet another time this day! For over 150 years have I labored under a burden of guilt for harboring those feelings toward Bob!"

"Annie, I'm also thrilled and flattered that you would desire to give me 'fellatio from afar' because I remind you of Captain Bob! I'm grateful that you arranged the trust so that I could eat the melon with Diana for thirty years. And now you've given me the fountain of youth! Annie, I'm totally in your debt! Even if I do remind you of someone else, I'd jump at the chance to take care of you after your husband's passing.

"Like I said, I've always loved you, Annie. Loving you has given purpose to my existence. I'm so sorry about your loss and for my own, but I'm happy that everything happened the way it did so that we could end up here together, right now."

Annie grabbed my head and kissed me passionately. Then Annie gazed into my eyes with her sparkling neon eyes.

"Bob, I have bared my soul to you as to no other, as I have also bared to you my breasts. I loved my husband madly for 166 years. One does not discard a lifetime of devotion in just one day... but I am confident that in time, I might come to love you as well, Bob."

"I can ask nothing more, Annie."

"In the meantime," cooed Annie, stroking her fingers over my chest, "Perhaps you can simply be satisfied to share with me a great deal of wild, passionate, uninhibited sex!"

I grabbed Annie's face and my tongue entered her luscious mouth once again. Our hands tousled at each other's heads, as I lost my fingers in the thick carpet of Annie's luxurious hair. I disentangled my tongue from hers, and planted kisses all along her neck and shoulders.

"Oh Annie, in my fantasies, you were a lusty, vivacious, unrestrained vixen. But you're all that and more! Annie, I want to fuck your brains out, all day long, every day! I want to be with you all the time and do everything with you, explore every sexual frontier with you, and bring you every satisfaction. But I can only hope that you can be content with a modern guy who doesn't know how to build log cabins and gut animals or things like that!"

"Hmmm," purred Annie, resting her head on my chest, "I will gladly teach you what little I know of such things, should such need ever arise!"

We kissed some more, rolling around in the grass. my thick tube of meat buried between her enormous breasts. Then Annie pulled away and started to speak once more. I held her supple form in my arms and gazed into her amazing green eyes.

"You know...." Annie began again, reflectively, "William became aware of what I did for you that day of the reunion. He considered my act to be an adulterous violation of my vows, even though you and I did not actually touch. I convinced him that what I did for you was just harmless sport, simply giving a thrill to a child.

"Mind you, William himself had often similarly used his own abilities on other women when we would travel. He defended his own actions with the same argument, that it was harmless sport, not actual sexual contact. He was thus at a loss for an answer, and fumed in frustration. But I do not believe he suspected that what I did for you was borne of an unrequited lust for his old mate Bob. If he ever was aware of my inclinations toward his chum, it was never discussed and he never let on.

"But afterwards, in the time that followed William's death, I thought of you, Bob... for you yourself, and not because of the man of whom you reminded me. I recalled your yearning of me that day, and how I felt in my heart as my mind reached out to you that day. I suppose one cannot be intimate with another, even through the silent understanding, without forming a sort of bond.

"When we created the trust for you, William viewed it strictly as an experiment, to use you and Diana as test subjects to confirm his notions of the melon's effects. He was not very fond of you after learning of what transpired that day, but he agreed that you were nevertheless the most logical candidate. He hoped you could help us learn more of the melon's properties, to assist in medical discoveries, to restore health and extend life. But all that was dashed after William became ill.

"Bob, all I ever wished for you was to enjoy the benefits of the melon, and to share them with a wife of your own choosing, in the hopes that you both might find health and happiness. But also... I wished you to possess the longevity, so that you might remain young and vigorous, and not grow old and pass quickly, like all the others, that you might live and remain youthful as the long years passed.

"After William died, and my mind drifted onto you again, I knew you were out there in the wider world, living from the trust, presumably with the flower of your own youth preserved. I would often think of you, wondering what sort of man you were, whether we might ever meet again.... Bob, I had no right to hope, being that you were a married man yourself, but I secretly harbored a desire that perhaps you might become ageless such as me... that perhaps, in 100 years or more, should anything ever befall your wife... that perchance there may somehow be a possibility for you and I to... to discover one another.

"In my mind, as the loneliness set in, I would imagine you as my lover, and you became the subject of my own lustful fantasies. Though you were from the line of my children, I reasoned that perhaps there was a great enough distance of generations between us. I hoped that perhaps it might not be so very wrong to commence intimate relations with you. In fact, I believe that I was drawn to you because of our common blood that passed to you from me. I dreamed that you might be a man fully suited to myself, a man of adventure and impelled by insatiable erotic desire. Oh Bob, in my fantasy, I envisioned you and myself as an ageless couple who would go forth together into the far future."

My huge cock throbbed with excitement as Annie confessed her heart for me! How in my wildest dreams could I ever have hoped that Annie could have actually wanted me like I wanted her! Her coming today was no coincidence, but was rather something for which we both craved and yearned. Annie continued, sharing more and more wild revelations.

"In my imaginings, I would... I am loathe to confess this aloud... I would pleasure myself thinking of you, as you might appear as a grown man. I had no idea of such a man that you actually turned out to be! Oh Bob, understand that my urges are considerable, my demands are incessant! William always called me a 'nymphomaniac.' I fear he was correct. Oh, how I did constantly pester him for sex! My nipples tingle incessantly, and my nethers constantly drip hot and wet. My needs are evermore unmet! My drive is relentless! My appetite is insatiable! You could have no idea how the anguish of solitude has been a burden. How I wished you could have been near!"

I kissed Annie on the neck, and gave her luscious tits another squeeze. My cock pulsated with desire, more and more aroused was I becoming from listening to Annie's sexy talk. As she divulged her deepest secrets to me, Annie stroked her soft fingers up and down my rock-hard cock, sending shivers through my body.

"Each moment of each day, my mind is filled with sensual thoughts. Such erotic ruminations have dominated my entire life since childhood. Ever since I was a girl of only eleven years, when my little teats first budded out from my chest, I have been consumed with an insatiable craving... an obsession for sex. Such bitter solitude did I endure at my father's house until being cast away with William. And after being with him, no sooner would I finish coupling and already would my mind advance to the next sexual encounter. It is quite like a type of torture, really. But it is an exquisite torture that I relish utterly!"

"Annie, it has always been the same with me. You and I are alike in this. I'm sure that I have inherited my sex drive from you! Sex is all I've ever thought about, ever since puberty. Diana was never enough for me, and I was never satisfied with her, which was an ongoing frustration. I must also confess, since losing Diana, I have pleasured myself thinking of you... constantly, throughout each day. It's you that has filled my thoughts, ever since that reunion day when I was just fifteen."

"I know, Bob... I realize now that I have always known. Through my silent understanding, I thought I heard your mind calling to me from afar over the years. This awareness has grown ever stronger in the past year, since our mutual loss. I silently understood your desires for me, and shared them with you. I now understand that you and I would often pleasure ourselves at the same time, and even though we each were apart. Both would we pleasure ourselves, together whilst alone, each thinking of the other.

"I could hear your mind calling out to mine, beckoning me to come to you, and end your misery of solitude. And I yearned that you could somehow come to me as well. Well, the silent understanding is not a precise art, and I dismissed these thoughts as my own wishful imaginings, believing you to be happily married, and romping about in daily nude frolic with your own wife.

"Finally I could bear the yearning and loneliness no longer, and was compelled to seek you out and learn the truth. I departed my Isle and came to you, only to arrive here this day. I wore the tube top under my jacket, hope against futile hope, that I might somehow be possessed by you. Yet I dressed modestly in expectation of meeting you and your wife together. I prepared the pretext of discussing the progress of the experiment, so that I might at least lay my eyes upon you once more.

"As you answered the door, I was astounded and verily disbelieved the sight of my eyes! Not only did you appear the very image of Captain Bob, but your muscular frame took my breath away! I recalled a short, thin youth, and was unprepared to learn that you had grown tall and strong and astoundingly handsome beyond any expectation, dashing and debonair, a thrilling man of excitement, the full embodiment of virility and power, my own perfect male ideal."

I could not believe my ears, that the exquisite Annie would have had such hopes and dreams for someone like me, just as I had for her. I was incredulous at the outstanding good turn my life had taken in the past hour. Annie's words and the stroking of her soft fingers made my cock grow even harder and longer, and I grabbed her soft body for another blissful encounter.

"At the sight of your magnificence, my heart was crushed all the more. My mind resolved that you were unattainable, the excellent husband of another woman, and that I should not have come this day. In my despair, I was most rude to you, for I needed to guard what scattered shards remained of my own broken heart.

"How could I have ever hoped that you would truly be alone and waiting for me, your own heart yearning for me as well, even decorating your home with pictures of me!"

I kissed Annie once more, my heart pounding forcefully, and I cupped her gigantic tits and drew them against my chest, preparing for another round of wild sex. Annie's hands ran all over my bulging muscles.

"What I do so love the most about you, Bob, is that you have in yourself all the people that I love, who are now lost to me. William, Robert, Millie... our sons Will and Rob and their wives, their children Maybelle and James... you are the culmination of all these loved ones, and they are all a part of you, just as much as I myself am a part of you. All my beloved family, they all live on through you, that I might love them by loving you."

Annie's words sent a new thrill coursing through my heart, and a furious tingling in my cock. Whether she would ever come to love me for myself, at least she already loves me for the sake of her loved ones who came together so that I might be born.

"Annie, that is the kindest, most beautiful thing anyone ever said to me! Oh, I'm so crazy about you!"

I kissed her again, and she shot me a flashing look with her dazzling green eyes, looking all over my face and down onto my body.

"You are really quite unlike Captain Bob in many wonderful ways," said Annie, running her hands over my arms, shoulders and chest, and down to my bulging cock. "He never had an exquisitely muscular body such as you have!"

At this, I stood up, my salami-sized cock pointing straight up in the air. I reached down and grabbed Annie by the waist, tossing her plump, ripe body straight up over my head. Annie screamed with alarm as I held her up in the air, and her big pink beach ball tits dangled down into my face. Annie's hands were on my arms, and she clung to me as if for dear life. Annie looked down at me with a big smile beaming with excitement. I dropped Annie, so that she screamed again, but caught her soft pink body, cradling it in my arms. Annie gazed up at me, a look of awe and admiration in her big green eyes.

"Oh Bob, what an amazing, powerful man you are! I want to fill my days with your excitement! I want to run about in the nude with you amidst the wilds of nature, and fill my mouth and pussy with your most excellent cock! I wish to taste every thrill this amazing new modern world has to offer, to be at your side."

I kissed Annie again as I held her supple form in my strong arms, and waves of passion surged in from her eager mouth. My huge cock extended upwards between her legs and pressed against her sopping pussy. Our hearts beat excitedly, and I knew that my long years of frustration were at an end. I had attained the perfect girl of my dreams, and that a long life of adventurous sex awaited me ahead with the beautiful Annie.

Insatiable Annie

I laid Annie down again onto the soft, wet grass, admiring her perfect pink flesh, from her huge tits to her full thighs and calves. Annie's enormous breasts flopped to either side of her supple body, and she pressed her hands against the sides of the jiggling mounds, squeezing them together, so that the soft pink knobs of her nipples stared up at me invitingly. I kissed Annie's beautiful nipples and laid beside her gigantic spheres. Annie looked at me with her bedroom eyes, and reached her legs into the air, reclining one thigh against a heap of perfect flesh, piled on top of her chest.

I kissed Annie's plump legs, and held them tightly against my face. I was astounded at the utter perfection of every tiny portion of Annie's sexy body, every little fold and crease. Annie lowered her legs, and I reclined next to her, and closely inspected each aspect of her exquisite female form, my head to her feet, and kissed her body all over.

I grabbed Annie's feet to kiss them. Her feet were so soft, so flawlessly formed. Her beautiful little toes were plump and full, her nails painted with the fuscia polish. I raised her soft foot to my face, and massaged it with my hands, stroking it against my cheek, and kissing it all over.

"Oh Bob, that feels wonderful," enthused Annie.

"In my opinion," I said, "gorgeous feet are the sure sign of a truly beautiful woman. I've seen so many pretty girls that have ugly feet. I'm sorry to say that my Diana had really ugly feet. Annie, your feet are the most beautiful I've ever seen. Every part of your body is absolute perfection."

"I would say the same for you, Bob. Especially this wonderful part of you."

With that, Annie reached over both her soft hands and stroked my erect penis.

"Why is yours so different, Bob? I've only seen one other penis in my long life, but yours is simply incredible. The head of your penis is so big, so visible and pronounced."

"I'm not sure, Annie. I think maybe what you notice is that my penis was circumcised when I was a baby. This is done to remove a flap of skin that naturally covers the head of the penis, which all men are born with. It's a very common procedure today."

"Hmmm, if that is so, then I'm certain William's was not. He was born in a very different time from today, with very different medicinal customs. I do so like how yours looks, Bob.... and especially how it feels in my mouth as I suck upon it. My tongue can ride fully under its hood, and can feel the full shank, the utter hardness of your member. Come over here...."

As I kissed Annie's soft feet, I scooted over so that she could pull my dick over to her mouth. Annie sucked the big head into her mouth again, gliding her tongue all about. Annie's lips and tongue felt so incredible on my cock, her mouth was so soft and wet, and her technique was so skillful. I went back to kissing Annie's perfect flesh, working from her feet, up her creamy calves and thighs, slobbering all about her excellent legs, making her moan some more.

I was especially amazed when my face arrived at Annie's hairless pussy. How clean and fresh it looked, creamy pink like the rest of her luscious body, with the two full pussy lips that bulged out at the top of her thighs. I spread her legs apart to see the large protrusion of her clitoris, like a big red eye buried in the crease at the top between her outer lips, and the juicy crinkled flaps of her inner lips extending downward from between her plump outer labia. Annie's clit was round and slimy, encased in a tube of flesh, and had another, smaller hump on it, like a nipple. Annie's clit looked like a little tit in between her legs! All in all, Annie's beautiful pussy did look like flowers, as so colorfully described in the journals.

I spread Annie's legs further apart, tipping her onto her back, with my head between her legs as I kissed her thighs. I saw the mole on Annie's right inner thigh, just before her pussy, and recalled reading of this in Bill's second journal. If there were any lingering doubt in my mind, Annie's moles would prove once and for all that she was in fact the same Lady Arianna Chesterleigh, who was cast away with William Gillingham upon their Isle in 1844. In that moment, I wished for 166 years of my own, and even more, to spend giving pleasure to this most perfect woman.

My tongue slid into the wet folds of Annie's hot, juicy pussy. I marveled at the fresh smell and the wonderful taste of her snatch, so completely different from Diana's. Annie's vaginal juices flowed thick like honey, and actually had a sweet taste. I was never very keen on eating pussy, but Annie had so much pussy to eat! It was a totally new experience as my mouth explored all around Annie's pink wetness. Oh, my cock throbbed intensely as my tongue probed through the folds of Annie's sweet pink pussy lips, licking and sucking her crinkled inner lips, licking all around. Annie gasped and moaned at this oral stimulation, as she slurped along on my cock.

I was fascinated to think that from here was my great-great-grandfather born 150 years ago, followed by his thirteen siblings, and Annie's snatch was still just as fresh and clean as if she were still a virgin. No matter how hard I tried, I still could not mentally accept the concept that this young, exciting, vivacious, voluptuous girl was really the same person as my ancestress of olden times. But even if I could, I didn't care, Annie and her sweet pussy were just too damn exciting.

Working my way over, my tongue licked over the swollen, red mass of Annie's clit. Annie's body jolted and she screamed, which made her bite my cock. I couldn't believe Annie's amazing clit, it was a complete novelty, and nearly as exciting as her incredible tits. I wrapped my lips around her engorged organ and sucked forcefully on that big slimy strawberry. Annie cried out, weeping hysterically, her thighs crushing hard against the sides of my head.

I flipped onto my back, so that Annie was squatting on my face. Annie's gigantic tits squashed against my chest, her body resting on top of the gigantic pillows of flesh. I felt the soft knobs of Annie's nipples pressed against my chest, warm against my skin. I grabbed her hips and mashed her pelvis against my face, sucking hard on Annie's clit, and working it over with my tongue. Annie shrieked and her body convulsed as she squirmed and writhed her sopping pussy all over on top of my face, both her hands gripping my cock as if holding on for dear life.

Sucking and licking Annie's sweet red clit, I sat up, my face still buried deep in her pussy, and lifted Annie's hips into the air. The tops of Annie's thighs rested against my shoulders, and she wrapped her legs backwards around my head. Annie's head was now pointed downward, her mouth onto my cock, so that her body was lifted completely off the ground. Annie's tits sagged down into my lap, so that her swollen nipples burned against my thighs. Annie's thick hair flowed down from her head, resting softly on my knees and onto the dewy grass.

Annie's body was inverted on top of my cock, her head thrashing around with my cock inside her mouth. Then the gorgeous goddess did the most amazing thing. Grabbing the thick tube with both hands, she forced her mouth down onto it and pulled my thick, fat rod down into her throat. Slowly, like a sword swallower, Annie pulled my cock deeper and deeper within her mouth.

Oh wow, did that hurt, but oh wow, what a turn-on it was! Every nerve in my cock was alive with a furious sexual tingling as it was compressed down through the narrows of Annie's neck. I could feel the two foot length of my dick being crammed down Annie's esophagus, imagining its three inch girth pushing through her neck and all the way down inside her hot body.

Annie herself was crying frantically, but her cries were muffled by the gigantic cock she was choking down her throat. Annie's head thrashed from side to side, creating an inconceivably erotic sensation along the length of my cock. I held Annie's crotch tightly against my face, licking and sucking her swollen clit as she pulled my cock further and further inside her.

Finally, Annie forced her mouth all the way down to my crotch, so that her face was buried in my pubic hair, her nose between my balls. Annie was head-down, and the entire two-foot length of my cock was somehow down her throat, and the muffled sounds from her mouth were garbled and guttural. Annie placed her hands on my thighs and did another amazing thing. She pushed up, sliding her torso upwards along my cock! Then she let the weight of her body drop again on top of my gigantic member!

Up and down went Annie's body, like she was doing push-ups on top of my giant salami, the entire length of my cock feeling the entire length her insides. Annie's tits were flopping around on top of my thighs with each push, and my cock was completely stimulated along its full length by the hot interior of Annie's body. I held Annie's hips close, and slurped all around on Annie's swollen clit. Her enthusiastic grunts and groans and wild thrashing told that she liked what I was doing.

Holding Annie's soft butt tightly as her sweet pussy was mashed against my face, I raised her hips as she pushed up, helping her body to slide up my cock. I lowered her back down so that her mouth was impaled again on my cock. My back arched back and forth, like I was doing sit-ups while holding Annie's plump ass, and her head bounced up and down on my fat tube, her hands now tightly gripping my cock at its base.

Annie's jaws were open fully wide, and her teeth raked back and forth on my cock with each stroke, but the feeling was incredible. Annie's yelps and cries of pleasure were muffled as she gagged down my huge pole, my lips and tongue licking and sucking her clit and lapping up the oozing honey from her pussy. Annie's pussy lips slurped on my face as she orgasmed, and then again and again, her snatch sucking against my face as one orgasm followed another.

My cock was shuddering inside Annie's body, and I could feel her heart beating furiously next to it as she bounced up and down. Annie's head dove deep, her face implanting again in my crotch, the full length of the thick trunk down her throat. Then it exploded. A huge fountain of cum erupted from my cock, and shot upwards the long distance from my balls, all the way up through the towering shaft, and out the head, to squirt directly down Annie's throat.

My whole body shook as the geyser of cum shot forth. I fell hard onto my back, my legs twitching with each forceful squirt. Annie's hips smacked fully onto my head, and my face was buried even deeper into her snatch. I grabbed her butt with both hands and drew my face deeper inwards, licking and sucking on Annie's sweet red clit. Annie uttered another muffled scream, and a fountain of her own cum sprayed into my face. We lay there limply together, Annie's supple form collapsed on top of me, as my throbbing cock discharged a series of cum shots down Annie's throat.

Annie muffled frantically a few times more, my cock completely stuffed down her throat. Then carefully, methodically, Annie lifted her head while pushing her hands down on my thighs. Annie retracted her head, inch by inch, and withdrew her mouth from the two-foot long tubesteak. Straightening up her back and pulling out the thick shaft with both hands, Annie finally managed to extract my cock's head out of her mouth.

Annie spat out the head of my cock, coughing and clearing her throat. Gooey strings of white cum stretched from Annie's sweet lips to my cock, creamy drips dangling from her mouth as she composed herself. Annie held my cock tightly, and gave it a good squeeze, forcing out a residual glob of jiz from the hole of my cock. Licking her lips all around, Annie put her mouth onto my cock and slurped up that glob, and then slurped and licked at the tip of cock, in case there was still some more.

"Mmmmm... oh Bob, thank you so much for giving to me your hot, sticky seed," spoke Annie sincerely, a tear in her eye, as she slurped on my cock. "I have been starved for semen for so long. It is the ambrosia of life and youth to me. And I love that your seed has such a nice flavor!" I backed away my face from Annie's pussy, licking my lips, and sat up on my elbows.

Annie sat down on the grass next to my face, and hugged my cock to her cheek. Annie beamed a radiant smile to me, her green eyes sparkling. Annie sighed breathlessly and spoke again.

"Oh! Bob, that was indescribably arousing! How did you know to do that?" exclaimed Annie.

"Huh? I thought that was your idea, Annie! Yeah, that sure was exciting, you sexy babe!"

"Oh Bob!" spoke Annie, breathlessly. "I never tried that before! I did not think it could be possible, to swallow such a greatly distended member! You have taught me something already, my new young lover!"

"You mean we discovered something new, here today? I would have thought you and Bill would have explored every possibility in all your years."

"Bob, I had your huge cock completely down my throat! I've had bigger than that up inside my nethers, but never down my throat like that! And you are so very strong! How you moved me up and down as you did, as if I were your toy! Oh Bob, you make such wonderful love to me! Already, this very first day! Oh, but I am so very dizzy!"

"Annie, you're amazing! Didn't that hurt you? I can't believe you didn't choke!"

"Oh, I do not believe I am capable of being hurt anymore! The melon now heals me of any injury as soon as it happens. It has been years since I've felt any significant pain or even seen my own blood! There is probably nothing now in my veins but melon juice instead!"

I sat up next to Annie and wiped her pussy juice from my face, licking my fingers. Annie kissed my face, licking at it with her tongue. I kissed Annie's mouth and tongue with total abandon, though her mouth was still smeared with my own jiz. Neither of us cared about the mingled mess of our combined sexual fluids as we licked each other's faces. I was so caught up in being with such a horny, uninhibited, lusty creature like Annie.

Annie was still holding my cock to her cheek as we licked each other's faces. I cuddled up closer beside her, pressing her gigantic tits against my chest.

"Not that I would complain," said Annie, between slobbers, "but does your cock never go slack? It is still so very big and hard, even after ejaculating twice. And we've not even eaten of the melon!"

"It can be a problem," I replied. "Sometimes it takes three or four times before I'm done."

"Oh my, you truly are a Greek god, aren't you?" said Annie, as she ran one hand again over my arms and chest while the other stroked my still-rigid tubesteak.

"I am certain that your wife must have thoroughly enjoyed your prolonged endurance, and undoubtedly loved sucking your mighty organ dry, My Mighty Hercules!"

"No, not really," I replied. "Diana never enjoyed doing oral sex on me. She always complained about the taste. She only did it as her duty to the trust, and she resented it very much."

Annie looked incredulous, and hugged my swollen cock tightly next to her lovely cheek.

"No, you say! I cannot believe my ears! Robert, I am very sorry to say this, but your late wife must indeed have been a fool! To possess such an exquisite specimen as your mighty penis, for three decades! She should have been honored to suckle your delightful seed each day! Oh, you poor dear! I shall not be so ungrateful!"

I grabbed Annie, raising her up over my head again. Annie screamed and then I set her down gently on my lap. Her legs straddled my crotch and my huge cock reached up to reside in the soft cleavage between Annie's spectacular tits. The enormous mounds of flesh smashed against the full length of my torso, and filled the entire space between us. Annie's tits jiggled as she faced me, a look of breathless excitement on her face.

"You handle me as if I were but a rag doll! Oh, you incredible man!"

Annie squeezed her gigantic tits all around my cock, raising her enormous funbags up and down along the lengthy shaft. The silky softness of her mammary flesh felt absolutely stimulating. I grabbed one of her jiggling globes and raised it to my lips, kissing the soft, pink nipple. I played with Annie's tit, squeezing it in my fingers, amazed at how big it was, how soft and supple and squishy it was, while still being so firm and taut.

I was astounded at how far the huge bag of flesh could move around. I lifted up Annie's big round breast and set it on top of her shoulder, and it actually stayed there, resting next to her head. I lifted Annie's other tit and set it on top of her other shoulder. It was a funny sight to see Annie with two enormous, jiggling bags of flesh balanced on her shoulders, her puffy pink nipples pointed up in the air. I couldn't help but to laugh.

"Are you quite amused by my teats?" replied Annie, with dry humor. I chuckled again and Annie shook her shoulders, causing the beautiful spheres to fall forward, lodging themselves in the space between us. I kissed each of Annie's soft nipples again.

"Annie, you'll have to teach me how to do that silent thing you do... that is so amazing!"

"Oh, I'm certain you are able to do it," Annie replied. "You have been eating of the melon for thirty years, have you not? William and I developed that ability upon Our Isle, after only a few years."

"Diana and I didn't share anything like that," I said, chagrined.

"Well, it seems that you and she were not very compatible at all. I'm certain that you will have greater success with me."

"Well then, how does it work?" I inquired.

"Mmmmm," soothed Annie, closing her eyes, a dreamy sound in her voice. "You simply relax and see in your mind the object of your desire. Then you reach out with your heart, and...."

Holding my cock to her cheek, Annie leaned back her head and opened her mouth, extending her tongue. I felt the soft wetness of her tongue on the head of my cock. She circled her tongue around in the air, drawing wet circles on my cock. It was such a magical sensation, not entirely real, but certainly very arousing. Annie closed her mouth, and opened her dazzling green eyes, looking straight through me as she does.

"Now you try," she instructed.

Not sure what to do, I leaned my head back and closed my eyes. Annie spoke, a soothing, hypnotic quality to her voice.

"Just relax, Robert... just relax... see me in your mind...."

Goosebumps of relaxation rippled through me at the verbal caressing of Annie's sweet and melodious voice. In my mind, I pictured Annie like in a dream, looking just as she did sitting in front of me. I saw her huge, soft nipple, and saw all its delicate creases and subtle folds, and the indentation in the middle. I opened my mouth and imagined that I was licking the perfect bud and sucking it into my mouth. Amazingly, I could somehow feel the soft nipple in my mouth! I licked and stroked it with my tongue, and drew down on it with my lips. In response, Annie started moaning with pleasure. I opened my eyes and my mouth was nowhere near Annie's nipple. Yet it glistened with the wetness of my saliva.

"Oh Bob, that was wonderful! Why did you stop? Do that some more!"

Again I pictured Annie in my mind, and again envisioned her beautiful nipple. I suckled it again and drew hard from the tender bud. Annie moaned again with ecstasy, and I actually tasted a dribble of milk! Another suckle, and a sweet stream of Annie's milk was tasted in my mouth. Annie gasped and groaned in pleasure as I "virtually" sucked on her delicious tit.

I then envisioned another image of Annie, and then another image popped into my head, so that a kaleidoscope of three images of the beautiful babe swirled around my mind. While focusing on the first image of her nipple, I focused on another image of her other nipple, and also focused a third image on her strawberry-sized clit. I began to lick and suck furiously into the air as I imagined these swirling images of Annie's tender parts. In my mind, I was somehow sucking both of Annie's nipples and her clit at the same time. I then pictured her face and imagined I was licking and sucking her tongue.

Annie was moaning frantically, her body wiggling all around. I was having trouble focusing on so many swirling images, and was distracted by Annie's actual movements. Annie became even more stimulated and began shrieking with sexual euphoria. As I "virtually" licked all Annie's tender parts at once, I lowered my face onto her actual nipple and swirled my tongue over its surface. Annie screamed, jerking and twitching spasmodically, and her sharp movements broke the spell.

"ROBERT!" panted Annie. "HOW DID YOU DO THAT? Oh my, you are indeed a quick study, My Amazing Lover! Never had I enjoyed such a sensation in all my long years! You are indeed a master worker of the erotic arts!"

"I'm not sure what I did, Annie, but that sure was nice!"

"NICE? Oh Bob, such an understatement. That was so much more than merely nice! Here, let us try again together...."

Again I closed my eyes and pictured Annie and her luscious tits. I squeezed together her gigantic mounds of flesh with my hands, so that her nipples were touching each other, and I saw this scene perfectly in my mind. I then imagined that I was sucking both nipples. Annie began to moan as I felt the sensation of her soft mouth on my cock. I then imagined another scene of Annie's pussy, and soon I was sucking virtually on her big red clitoris. There we were, Annie sitting on my lap moaning, holding my cock, both our heads reclining backwards, each of us mentally stimulating the other's sensitive parts.

Concentrating greatly, I tried to imagine Annie's tits growing even bigger. Annie's groans became louder and more urgent as I felt her flesh expand again in my fingers. Somehow, I was causing Annie's tits to expand with my mind! Annie squealed with pleasure as her soft flesh compressed against my chest and oozed between my fingers. I felt the heat rising against my tongue and the sensation of my mouth filling with the soft tissue of Annie's enlarging nipples. I also imagined Annie's clit growing in my mouth, and willed it to become even more tender and sensitive than it already was.

Annie was wailing with delight as I titillated her clit and nipples through the silent communication. Annie's sweet milk somehow appeared in my mouth, and I savored the sweet taste. Annie was so out of her head with sexual thrill that she forgot all about my cock, and I could picture her head rolling around as I performed my loving acts on her. Nonetheless, my cock was so big and hard, and I was so turned on by Annie and her sexy body and her responsive screams, and also the swelling pillows of succulent flesh between which my cock was buried.

Annie shuddered, and I could feel her sweet body being wracked again by multiple orgasms. Oh, this gorgeous creature Annie cums so quickly and easily, and she cums every time, many times. Annie is so different from my experience with my late wife. Annie bounced along through maybe twenty orgasms when she finally collected her thoughts and resumed her mental fellatio. Now my concentration was broken as Annie applied her silent skill to my cock. I opened my eyes and gazed at Annie in fascination, her mouth wide open, her tongue darting around in the air, while the accompanying sensations were felt on my cock.

Annie's tits had swelled to gigantic pillows stuffed into the space between us. My arms were fully extended, and wrapped around these amazing mountains of jiggling flesh. I had no way to judge their size, except to think, damn! those were some really huge fucking tits! I tried to lift one of Annie's swollen balloons, and I finally worked it up to my face. Annie's soft, pink nipple was as big as an grapefruit, and her areola was bigger than a frisbee. I kissed Annie's sweet nipple and sucked it into my mouth again.

Annie's concentration slipped as I sucked on her tit, but she got it right back, and I could feel the sensation of her mouth on my cock once more. The tip of my big fat dick was sticking out over the top of Annie's incredible cleavage, and it was all wet and slimy, her saliva dripping down from it. I focused on my cock, and imagined it growing bigger. Annie made some muffled groaning sounds, and I knew that she could feel my cock growing in her mouth, even without actually touching it. Her head tilted backwards and her mouth opened wider as the pulsating shaft grew longer and thicker.

It felt so good what Annie was doing for me, and I could feel Annie's mind somehow doing something down in my balls that felt really good. Unexpectedly, a surge of pressure coursed up the length of my cock as I suddenly climaxed. My whole body convulsed, shaking Annie around. I turned my eyes to look at my cock, and the head throbbed, the hole in it opened up, and it throbbed again, but there was no cum. I pulled away to look at Annie, and her head was thrown back, and she was in the throes of a sensual reverie. As her tongue swirled and darted in the air, I could see that it had become coated with creamy white goop.

A blissful smile tugged at the corners of Annie's lips. She gulped and gulped again as my cock throbbed and pulsed with no issue. I saw some dribbles of cum leaking down the edges of Annie's lips, and then she closed her mouth, and looked straight at me, a fiery, seductive look in her green eyes. Annie licked the stray semen from her lips as a glob of cum collected at the tip of my cock, the first to actually appear there. Annie grabbed the head and pulled it to her mouth, slurping up the glob with her sexy tongue.

"How is this possible?" I thought to myself as I stared into Annie's sexy green eyes. "I do not know, but it just is," came the reply that I felt inside my head. A sexy smile spread across her lips as Annie drew my head toward hers. I leaned forward to kiss Annie, and imagined my brain approaching her brain as our faces approached. When our lips made contact, I pictured our brains merging.

Spectacular fireworks exploded in my head as the contents of Annie's mind poured into mine. I saw a twirling jumble of images, from horse-drawn carriages in the streets of Victorian London, and then a dark house, lit by an oil lamp, with an angry old man in an old style suit, ranting and raving. I pictured the deck of an old-time sailing ship, and then a scene of ocean breezes blowing through palm trees of a tropical island. I then saw Bill Gillingham, and sensed Annie's great love for her late husband. I saw a giant bear, looming over threateningly, and then a large group of barefoot kids running around a log cabin in a meadow ringed all around with mountains. How empty my own mind felt with only five decades of memories, compared to this lovely mind full of nearly two centuries of memories.

Our tongues snaked all around each other as our minds snaked together, as I silently learned everything there was to know about Annie, while she learned everything about me. I reached my hands over and grabbed Annie carefully around her hips. Annie sensed my intentions, and wrapped her arms tightly around my head, and wrapped her creamy legs around my waist. Ever so slowly and gently, I eased Annie onto her back on the cool, damp grass.

Annie's gigantic tits flopped to the sides of her body, and she reached her hands along their sides, and pressed the quivering mounds together. I sat up to drink in the sight of this magnificent female. Annie's hands were buried in the sides of the mountains of supple flesh as they projected upwards. Annie's swollen pink nipples were jiggling as they were pointed at my face, and a fresh surge of desire coursed through me once more.

Looking downward, I could see where Annie's legs were spread, and her amazing pussy was slightly parted, so that her bulbous clit protruded and the crinkled folds of her inner labia extended outward like tender tendrils, glistening with the juice that oozed perpetually from her excellent pussy.

An inviting smile graced Annie's beautiful face as I gaped at her huge nipples and the rest of her amazing body. I leaned my face forward to kiss Annie again, and she released her tits to grab my head and draw it toward hers. Her mammoth spheres of flesh flopped into oblate heaps of quivering flesh at her sides. As I reclined atop her, my chest laid inside the silky-soft ravine that divides Annie's exquisite breasts.

As our tongues slobbered together, I pulled back my pelvis, and carefully guided my gigantic, swollen cock into Annie's hot, wet pussy. I was amazed that Annie's sweet twat could even accommodate that engorged penile monstrosity, but Annie just hummed with pleasure as my swollen penis slid easily into the well-lubricated folds of her open vagina.

Back and forth did I rock my hips as Annie held me close. It was so much more than mere intercourse, so much more than anything I ever had with Diana. I could feel Annie's sensuality in a way much more than any mere erotic ecstasy. As she cried aloud, screaming with her voice, Annie was speaking to me without words, but touching me with feelings that communicated so much more, with a depth that transcended mere verbalization.

Our lips separated as our heads arched backwards in a moment of conjoined, mutual orgasm. Trembling ripples of pleasure crawled over every inch of our skin as we shared a single sexual culmination. I stroked my member back and forth gently up inside Annie as the moment passed, and our minds pulled apart once again. I looked down at the beautiful girl, her eyes closed, her dark, sandy blonde hair splayed all over the damp grass, and a blissful expression on her gorgeous face.

Annie turned her head and looked up at me intently, a blissful smile upon her lips. But I could not understand her intent, because her mind was no longer open to mine. She must have inferred something from my puzzled expression, because Annie then spoke to me, softly and silently, her words barely above a whisper.

"Oh Robert, I truly do love you! I cannot deny my feelings, I love you ever so much!"

Such joy filled my heart to hear these words.

"Annie, I love you... I have always loved you. I always will love you."

"I do know that, Robert. So much love for me did I sense within your mind. How could I not return your great love, My Wonderful Lover?," enthused Annie, holding my face in her hands.

"Such a handsome man you are, so skilled a lover, so attentive and devoted, and such a right soul, straight and true. Bob, you are just the salve to heal my wounded heart. How could any woman not love you madly?"

I kissed Annie again and rolled to her side. My cock finally began to relax, and I realized that for the first time in my life, I felt truly satisfied, sexually and otherwise. We lay there for a long time, staring into each other's eyes. I tried again to silently communicate with Annie, to tell her over and over how much I loved her, how much I love her beautiful face and her gorgeous eyes... and how much I love her incredible expanding tits. But I was unable to open my mind to Annie. Suddenly I got a splitting headache.

"Bob, do not try again, there are limits to the silent communication. You have done more than enough for one day," to which Annie smiled.

"They come and goes like the wind, our abilities of the mind. They may return in hours, or perhaps weeks. But you should not press too hard, especially so early on, lest you cause yourself harm."

Annie sat up, and only then could I see the enormous extent of her massive tits. Annie's mountainous mounds fell forward and rested fully in her lap, flattening slightly under their own weight on top of her thighs. Annie's gargantuan globes were each almost three feet in diameter, like a couple of weather balloons, considerably larger than on the reunion day. Annie's nipples were each larger than a soccer ball, and looked incredibly sexy. My cock had only just gone slack, and already I felt it tingling again as I stared at Annie's incredible jugs.

Annie knew what I was thinking, because she looked at me and smiled, and then her tits began to shrink. I was so bummed out to see Annie's spectacular spheres decrease. They deflated like balloons that leaked air, shrinking slowly at first, and then reducing faster, unflattening as they raised up from her thighs. Her nipples diminished, then her tits rose up over her belly as they shrank in diameter. Annie turned to face me, to offer to me a frontal view of her beautiful boobs as they returned to their normal watermelon size. Annie touched my limp cock, and it shriveled, shrinking down to about 12 inches flaccid. Though I had done some incredible things myself that morning, I was still amazed at Annie's "super powers."

Annie grabbed my sweaty World Gym tank top and held it to her face with both hands.

"Ah! It smells like a man! It smells like you, My Mighty Man!"

With that, Annie pulled my tank top over her head and put it on. Annie pulled it over her huge, sexy tits, and then reached her hands back to pull out her hair and fluff it around. Such a sexy sight did the tank top make on Annie, since it scooped down so low on the sides and in the back and front, exposing a considerable length of her luscious cleavage. The tank top fit snug across her bustline, as her gigantic jugs filled out the volume. The huge knobs of Annie's nipples protruded softly through the fabric, little peeks of her pink areolas sneaking out along the edges. I grabbed my sweatpants and pulled them onto my legs.

The Queen of the Butterflies

"Come Bob, it is after noon, we have lingered here long enough," said Annie, extending her hand. I stood up and took her soft hand, and helped her to stand. The tank top hung down to the tops of Annie's creamy thighs, just barely covering her butt and pussy. Annie was so incredibly sexy that it didn't matter what she wearing. I loved seeing Annie wearing my shirt, which revealed her plump, pink legs, bare from the tops of her thighs all the way down to her fuscia-painted toenails.

"Let us walk, shall we?" suggested Annie.

I grabbed Annie's hand and intertwined my fingers with hers. I looked at her, still amazed at her sheer beauty, admiring how her boobs bounced and jiggled under my tank top. We left Annie's clothes behind and walked off onto the grounds.

As we walked along, a beautiful butterfly flitted along nearby. Annie extended her finger, and the insect flew over to her and landed on it. There it sat on Annie's finger, opening and closing its wings, and then flying off.

"Annie, that is amazing!" I exclaimed. "How did you do that?"

"Oh, all my loyal subjects recognize their Queen," Annie replied, smiling enigmatically.

"You really are a nymph of the wood, aren't you?" I asked. Annie simply winked, which made my heart skip a beat again. We walked along together, and I was still astounded that I was even in Annie's company, holding her soft hand, let alone the recollection of the hot sex we had just shared.

"The old place is quite different from my day," remarked Annie. "None of these trees stood here 120 years ago. I really do not even know our whereabouts on the grounds."

"You'll get to know it again, Annie. We have all the time in the world to explore."

"Oh yes, Bob! And explore is what I wish to do with you! I want to visit the great mountaintops and explore the sea bottom, and even ride into space if we can! Nude skydiving, jello wrestling... there is no thrill that I wish to omit, as long as I might possess your mighty penis to suckle throughout each day!"

Another thrill rippled through me at Annie's sexy talk.

"Money is of no consequence. William's investments over the last century and a half left us wealthy beyond all dreams of avarice. We have profited by investing in the entire modern economy, and every invention from the light bulb to the modern computer. I do believe that William made us the richest persons in the world, as he ran a global financial empire from Our New Isle. And now I require you to help me enjoy it at long last."

"Why do you say it like that, Annie?" I asked "Haven't you been enjoying yourself all along, up until now?"

Annie's head hung low and she sighed.

"Well... as I mentioned earlier, William did not share my passion for adventure. He wished to recapture the life of our island exile, and was content to remain upon Our New Isle nearly all the time. But as the years passed, he allowed a larger and larger portion of each day to be occupied with following his stocks and managing his business affairs. It became nigh an obsession of his. He would spend hours at a time communicating with his brokers, bankers and barristers, by wire and telephone, whilst I sat alone, perhaps reading a book or otherwise occupying myself.

"Oh, we would venture to the wider world on occasion, usually travelling for his business dealings, where we would remain for long periods in stuffy meeting rooms in cities, rather than out-of-doors, in the fresh air, amidst the wild places, as I would have liked. William's inclination toward work became worse over the years. We remained about Our New Isle, spending perhaps only a portion of each day in the open air making love.

"But I had long wished to experience the other natural places of the world, beyond merely the blue Pacific. I yearned to feel a bracing wind on my face and to set sail for adventure! After all, I had grown up as my father's prisoner, and was then cast away upon Our Isle and in our mountain seclusion for a great many years thereafter. And then after our voyage to England, William decreed that we should retire to Our New Isle, there to remain forever more."

"So you never even travelled the world in all those years?" I asked, incredulously.

"No, not at all. Oh, William would indulge me on occasion, and we would visit the mainland on holiday, to California or Australia. But oft times, we remained upon Our New Isle, which more and more came to be a prison, especially as the decades stretched out. This became a point of contention between us, and came to erode the closeness we had shared for so long. For one, it is so beastly hot in the tropics, and I still craved the cold, snowy climes.

"Indeed, I do appreciate that William was primarily concerned with my welfare, what with all that nasty business of those world wars. Yet even in times of peace, yet we still remained ashore, our yacht docked for years at a time. By the 1960s, rapid air travel enabled us to reach the mainland in hours, rather than days or weeks by ship. Still William would not relent.

"Oh, we would certainly travel in regards to William's financial affairs whenever he pleased. But rarely would we take a simple holiday in the beautiful places of the world, where we might romp about in the nude, making love under the open sky. William chided me for this 'childish preoccupation,' as he called it.

"Owing to this contention, we came to quarrel more frequently, and eventually did we begin to draw apart. So lonely did I become on that tiny island, and I suppose William did as well, all alone in his avaricious world of power and money. I wished for the earlier times, when William still loved me so very madly, when I alone was his obsession, before he grew cold and distant, for I never stopped loving him.

"On our trips to the mainland, I chanced to observe William noticing other women, particularly those wearing revealing clothing, after such had become the fashion. William was a very handsome man, and many women flirted brazenly with him. William became acquainted with all manner of women, but showed a particular preference for bosomy brunettes of olivine complexion... women who appeared very different from me. He was clearly drawn to young women who reminded him of the harlot Rosa Maria, whom he had hired in his youth, though he would vehemently deny this charge.

"William had many attractive women under his employ in California, and thus he made to visit there with increasing frequency. He would use his own abilities on them, to fondle them from afar... and to have himself be fondled by them. William would use his mind to create in the minds of these women a sensual reverie, causing them to experience a vivid sexual fantasy involving himself. He would then have it so that he ejaculated from afar into these women�s' mouths! But when I finally found him out, William dismissed these encounters as irrelevant, asserting that he had not actually touched these women, and therefore did not deem these dalliances to be adulterous.

"All of this pained me so greatly, Bob! Here I was, a lonely prisoner at home, and abroad my man preferred to engage the acquaintance of strange women. I tried to attract William's attention by also dressing provocatively, similar to the women who turned his head. Rather than draw his attention, William derided these overtures on his behalf, accusing me of 'cavorting about dressed as a whore.'

"And though he himself was not averse to becoming quite friendly with other women, William was insanely jealous of any attention that I received from strange men. Often would he confront any male passersby whose gaze lingered upon my teats for too long.

"We were on a rare holiday to the States whilst at that concert in 1975. After watching William leer at all those bare-breasted girls who had stripped off their tops, revealing their tiny little teats, I decided to do the same. Oh, how free and liberating that was, to dance about topless! What a thrill to bare my swollen nipples before the appreciative eyes of other men! To have my bloated teats swinging about for the pleasure of a male audience! Oh, how utterly arousing that was!

"I discovered that day what a thrill it was to display my nude body publicly! I have since wished to do that some more! But it was William's attention that I craved, and hoped that he would appreciate that I was also desirable to other men. I wished that he would fully return my affections once again, as he had done in the earlier time.

"Instead, he contended that it was I who was the moral reprobate, even raising this charge at the reunion. I fear that I snapped that day, right there before our family, and retaliated, lashing out at him, spitting out so many hurtful things. And then he became aware of that silent encounter in the bedroom, between you and me! When the tables were turned, so to speak, was that not a different matter altogether! As if his similar numerous dalliances with strange women were acceptable but my single instance unforgivable!

"Oh, what a muddle it all became, and how did we quarrel thereafter! After that visit, we returned to Our New Isle and remained there, for William would not allow me to leave thereafter."

"I'm sorry, Annie," I interrupted, "but it sounds like this Bill of yours turned into a real asshole. I can't imagine how he or any man could ever come to take a magnificent creature like you for granted like that, especially after all you had been through together. You can bet that I'd never treat you like that, not in a hundred years."

"Oh Bob, you are so very sweet," Annie continued, "but a passionate love does not grow cold in just a day, even one such as ours. Whilst two people may love each other madly, things can change very slowly over a long enough period, especially when a spouse allows diversions creep in. You could not realize how even the most loving marriage can gradually erode away, one tiny speck at a time, over the span of a century and a half. Had we lived a regular lifespan, and had the passions of youth declined in normal course, the fire our love would have never been quenched in a normal span together.

"But even during the worst times, still did we maintain torrid conjugal relations when William was not distracted by his business and his women employees. During those brief times of lovemaking, I always did hold William's full attention. Prior to that reunion day, William and I did forget our early love for a time, but we recalled it again before our years together ended.

"In any event, my hopes for William and I were fulfilled. Once we arrived back at our home at Our New Isle, in possession once again of the text of our old erotic journals, we read therefrom once more, and we rediscovered the early years of our love. William and I rekindled the fire of our initial passion, which eventually returned to nearly its former blaze. William was wholly mine, as in our early years, as I was his!

"William largely forsook his business affairs thereafter, delegating such tasks to assistants, and lay about with me for much of each day in erotic splendor, freely partaking of the melon amidst the wind and waves of Our New Isle. Such wonderful times did we share, for well nigh 25 years!

"But it soon became clear that William was indeed aging, as if the balance of his agelessness had somehow been upset. We tried to reverse the process by overindulging in the melon, but to no avail. Perhaps it was due to his love having drawn cold, and the fire of his youth was extinguished. Perhaps it was William's sexual relations prior to imbibing of the melon, whilst I had only known his love, which thus preserved my youth over his. Whatever the cause, we enjoyed our remaining years together, until William's vigor began to seep away, and he became infirm. There I remained upon Our New Isle, alone with my man, until the long years finally overtook him.

"I always loved William with all my heart, even through the worst of times, and I now miss him terribly. But since he has left me alone, I am hopeful that my years of seclusion are now at an end. I hope to explore this wonderful world with you at my side, Bob."

I was so engrossed in Annie and her story that I didn't pay attention to where we were walking. When I did notice, I was alarmed for her sake, and tried to get her to change direction. But I was too late, since the place I was hoping to avoid caught her eye.

"What do we have here, Bob?"

"Oh... no Annie, nothing, let's go this way instead."

"No Bob, I wish to see that place which is up yonder, round the bend of the trail."

"No Annie, please... trust me on this."

But Annie is a very impetuous girl and she ran ahead. I ran to catch her, but she really was a fast runner, as described in the journals. I was amazed that she could run so fast with such enormous tits, and from behind I could see how they would heave high in the air and bounce down heavily with each swift stride.

As I ran out from the trail, into the clearing, Annie was standing there, stock still, in the middle of the family cemetery. I wished she would not have run ahead, I was hoping to spare her the grief of seeing the graves of all her loved ones. Such an incongruous sight it was, seeing the voluptuous girl, wearing only my tank top, looking utterly gorgeous and sexy... fully alive... standing in the field of headstones. I ran up to her, and she appeared unmoved, a mostly blank expression on her face.

"William H. Gillingham, IV, 1854-1899... oh, my darling little Willy, my sweet first babe. Angelica Waterman, 1855-1917, next to her husband Tom... such an impetuous girl did we conceive upon Our Mountain. Oh, and look, here is my little Albert, 1856-1876. We buried him here ourselves. My, look how the stone has worn away since that day. William told Albert not to join the United States Army, that he would only make war on our Indian friends. But then our fine, young Albert went his own way, only to die promptly with Custer at the hand of Sitting Bull."

Annie's face was a stoic mask as she walked from stone to stone.

"Here also are William's parents, whom we also placed here. And my sweet girls, Beatrice and Myrtle, who passed so very young during childbirth. If only they each had had fecund wombs such as mine....

"They are all here, Bob... all my babes and their spouses, and even many of their own babes. Oh! Ha ha, look who is also here... Captain Robert Penton himself, and his wife, my dear friend Millie. We were just speaking of you this very day, my dear old would-be paramour! Such irony it is to visit you here on this very day, upon having engaged with your own namesake!"

The headstone of my wife Diana was nearby, and it caught my eye. I looked away quickly, fighting down a tear. I had not visited her grave in all this time, and did not wish to do so now, under these circumstances. Annie was engrossed in her own visitations.

"Oh, and here now is my sweet Maybelle, and her man James. Such wonderful children they were. How I regret obeying William in abandoning them as we did. If only we had remained with them to share the passing years...."

Annie looked up at the sky, an uncharacteristically hard expression on her face.

"William must also lie in this earth amongst our babes. I shall make such arrangements to transport him here immediately. I wonder what future generations will say of a man born in 1824 who passed in 2010?"

Annie seemed very matter-of-fact about visiting this place, and did not become emotional as I had expected. She looked at each stone respectfully and then proceeded to the next. She observed the names of descendents she never knew, who lived their entire lives and died while she lived away. Annie strode through a large field planted with her progeny, while she still lived to walk among them all. Then she turned to me, and spoke, a small note of sadness in her voice.

"Do you understand why we could not stay? Why we could never stay anywhere in the civilized world? How could we ever love anyone, even our own children, or make any friends at all, only to see them quickly pass? To say hello and then a moment later to say goodbye?

"Let us visit this place another time, Robert. Though most everyone I loved in my youth is buried in this soil, and so many later children I never even knew, yet I remain here in the open air amongst the living. I have mourned these souls long since, and can mourn them no more, though I still wish to visit this place again, to cherish their memories. As I said, I can love them all by loving you, Robert, My Handsome Young Darling."

Annie suddenly turned and walked off quickly from the cemetery, while I rushed to follow. She did not hold my hand and did not speak for a time. But soon, her cheerful demeanor returned and she chatted lightly with me.

"Oh Bob, let us return to the house, and contemplate the remainder of this day."

"Sounds great. Would you like something to eat?"

"Ah, that would be splendid! But let us pack a basket and picnic somewhere! Could we Bob? Please?"

"Anything to please you, you gorgeous angel," I agreed.

"By the way, Annie, I just love your voice. It's so sweet and melodious, like a song. I love your old-style way of speaking and I absolutely flip for your Brit accent!"

"'Brit'? excuse me Robert, but I am not a 'Brit.' I am a proper 'Englishwoman'!" corrected Annie, with a winsome smile.

"Oh, yes indeed, pardon me ever so much, my dear Lady," I gushed effusively, putting on a feeble imitation of an English accent.

"What I meant to say, rather, is that I greatly admire your perfectly crisp enunciation of the Queen's English... and Queen Victoria's English at that! Such a joy it is just to have the dulcet melody of your speech fall upon my ears!"

"Oh, do tell, kind sir! You are such a delightfully sweet gentleman!" spoke Annie, in her proper Victorian speech. But then Annie continued:

"But, like, y'know, I can also, like, totally talk like an American too!" said Annie, suddenly switching to speak like a modern-day California valley girl!

"Oh man! That was so sexy! Do that again!" I said, grabbing Annie around the middle and holding her close.

"Oh, right! I'm so sure! But dude, you are, like, SOOOO awesome!"

Annie looked up at me, smiling brightly with her gorgeous green eyes. I had to kiss this incredibly exciting, vivacious chick one more time, and it's amazing we even made it back to the house!

We did finally return to the house and I packed some food for our lunch. I learned that Annie and I enjoyed the same sorts of foods, that we were both healthy eaters. We both kept a diet of mostly fruits and vegetables, with some fish and chicken, though we also enjoy some occasional red meat. Like me, Annie also enjoyed eggs. She said she would eat them anytime.

Annie checked her cell phone, and returned a call while I packed lunch.

"Yes, hello Hoku, this is..." Annie hesitated, looking at me, awkward to be using her proper title in my presence, "...this is Lady Berkshire. You called? Yes.... Yes, quite so. Yes, please do so.

"Oh, and one other thing. This is a very special request. I want you to make arrangements for my husband's remains to be disinterred and shipped to the state of Colorado in the United States.... Yes, I will explain in detail later..... Please see to the legalities with the American authorities. I will arrange for their internment at our family cemetery, near his parents. Yes.... yes, thank you, Hoku. Goodbye."

Annie closed the phone, and gazed wistfully out the window, toward the family cemetery. She stared for a long time, a pensive look on her face, and I saw a small tear glisten in the corner of her eye. Then she dabbed her eye and looked at me again, smiling brightly once more.

"I say Bob, is there a wash room? I would like to freshen up."

"Second door to the left. But this is your house, why are you asking?"

"We did not have running water here in my day!" smiled Annie.

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The story continues in Part 2, which tells of the remainder of that wonderful first day, and my remarkable experiences with the voluptuous Annie.