The latest story in the saga that began with The Tale of Our Isle.

You might have read about our wild adventures in the news. We've used all our resources to keep ourselves out of the press, especially the tabloids. But those damn paparazzi were all over Annie at our last public run-in, and a couple stories did leak out. We've had our people scouring the web, cleaning up those articles, and especially the nude pictures and videos of Annie that ended up getting posted. In case you did happen to read one these stories or see these pics, we wanted clear the air and give our side of the story about what really happened.

In spite of our recent trouble, life has been absolute paradise since that first day with Annie in June, 2011. Most days we just lay around the house naked, screwing like bunnies. If you've ever seen Annie, you'd understand why I can't keep my hands off her. Over the last year, we've left home and screwed like bunnies in some offbeat locales, and some crazy, unbelievable things have happened along the way. Yeah, I suppose we did get pretty reckless, and we probably deserve all that unwanted publicity. But we just can't help ourselves! I'm crazy about Annie and she's crazy about me, and wherever we are, we just can't manage to keep our clothes on!

Annie is so sweet and wonderful, quick to laugh, always cheerful, and never moody or temperamental. Annie is literally an old-fashioned girl who only wants to please her man. And please me she does! It's all I can do to please her back! Really, Annie doesn't have a bitchy bone in her gorgeous body. Her body... oh man, Annie's amazing body! I have enjoyed every minute of every day spent with Annie and her incredible, sexy body!

Annie is by far the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Such a sweet face she has, such perfect features... soft, creamy white skin with a rosy blush on her cheeks, and a cute little nose, perfectly shaped. Annie has such full, sexy lips... I love it when she smiles at me with those lips. I love to kiss them, and to feel those lips as they slobber up and down my big, thick cock.

Then there's her eyes. Oh man! Annie's eyes drive me absolutely crazy! Her eyes are big and bright, an incredible shade of green. Annie gazes at me deeply with those dazzling emerald eyes, which shine with an almost neon glow as they look straight through me. Annie has a thick mane of long, golden-brown hair, the color of sand on a beautiful tropical beach, full and fluffy, which reaches down to the small of her back. I love to run my fingers through Annie's luxurious hair, which makes her curl her head and purr like a kitten!

As beautiful as Annie is from the neck up, she just gets better and better from the neck down! Every part of Annie's body is completely sexy, from her round shoulders, down her smooth back to her tiny little waist, which swells out to her full, ample hips. Annie has a plump, sexy ass and shapely legs, with thick, round thighs and calves, that taper narrowly at her knees and ankles. Some guys might think Annie is too fat, but her overripe butt and thighs are smooth and tight, without any ugly cellulite. Annie is full where a girl should be full and trim where a girl should be trim. There's not a straight line on Annie's body, nothing but curves!

As sexy as Annie looks from behind, she always blows my mind when she turns around! Annie's tits are my wet dream come true! They are absolutely humongous! Gigantic! Humongously gigantic! Gigantically humongous! There just are not words to describe Annie's friggin' incredible big tits. I could spend years looking at them and touching them and squeezing them and sucking on them and sliding my cock between them and never find the right words to describe Annie's sexy tits!

Annie's tits are absolutely enormous, bigger than a pair of basketballs! They are about the size of two large, overripe watermelons of soft, pink flesh! Annie's tits are each more than a foot in diameter, and almost perfectly spherical, but hang downwardly, slightly oblate, from her chest, down to her tiny waist. Those incredible tits are so firm and jiggly as Annie bounces them around, but they feel so soft and squishy in my hands when I squeeze them. My fingers sink deeply into Annie's plump, ripe tits when I massage them. I can't even hold a single one of them with both hands! There is just so much tender breast meat to squeeze and fondle!

Annie's creamy mounds of soft flesh are tipped with the most incredible nipples. So soft, so full, I don't think there can be anything in the world softer than Annie's perfect nipples. They are bigger than jawbreakers, the size of overripe plums, and such a wonderful shade of pink, puckered in the middle at their tips, where her sweet milk flows out. I love to suck on Annie's amazing nipples, and spend several hours each day doing so, kissing and licking them and drawing out her creamy goodness.

Annie's succulent nipples are set in the middle of smooth, pink areolas, shiny and glistening where the soft flesh is drawn taut, practically translucent. An electric surge jolts through me every time I touch Annie's sexy nipples. Annie feels it too, since she moans with pleasure every time her nipples are caressed. Her nipples are always tingling with sexual excitement, and she's in a nearly constant state of arousal. Annie loves when I suck her nipples, and she usually has a series of "nipplegasms" from the caressing of my lips and tongue on her swollen tips. Annie's a complete nympho! That's all there is to it! I'll bet she is probably the horniest chick who ever lived!

I don't usually see Annie's soft, round belly, unless I look for it! It's always covered up by her gigantic tits! But Annie's belly is sexy too, like every other part of her, with a deep, round bellybutton. I like to lick Annie all over every inch of her soft, sexy skin, and explore her bellybutton with my tongue, which tickles her, making her laugh and squirm.

Below Annie's belly is her perfect pussy. Annie's snatch is almost as sexy as her huge tits, completely hairless, with two plump, creamy outer lips that present a very enticing "camel toe" when she wears pants. Annie has two very full inner lips, all crinkled and slimy, a deep pink in color, which always protrude from below her outer lips, dripping honey, perpetually hot and oozing. How I love to slide my tongue inside those juicy flaps of exciting flesh! At the top of Annie's pussy is her swollen clit, all red and slimy, big as a fat strawberry, like a bulbous eyeball protruding from her juicy crevasse. I make my Annie shriek when I suck that huge clit into my mouth, gliding my tongue all over it, giving her convulsions of erotic delight.

Annie doesn't wear any makeup on her face at all, not even eye makeup. She doesn't need any, since her eyes are rimmed with a forest of black lashes, and her eyelids are naturally a dark shade of pink. I think Annie looks most gorgeous first thing in the morning, fresh and alert, after a good night's sleep. She doesn't need to "put her face on" like other women. Other than those lashes and the thick mane on top of her head, the only other hair of her body is the two thin arches of her eyebrows that never require plucking. Annie's legs and armpits are also hairless, and never need to be shaved. Her legs are as soft and smooth as a baby's. Annie is a perfect natural beauty in every small detail.

Even Annie's hands and feet are perfect. Her soft fingers feel so good when I hold her hand in mine, and as they glide all over my body, and stroke up and down on my cock. Annie has perfectly formed, chubby little toes. Her feet are always soft, even though she goes around barefoot most of the time. Annie's only concession to cosmetics is her nails, which are always freshly painted with a bright shade of fuscia-pink, her favorite color.

As beautiful as Annie looks, her voice is even more beautiful. So sweet and sexy is Annie's voice, so bright and cheerful in conversation, and so low and sultry for "pillow talk." Annie speaks the Queen's English with a crisp, proper British accent, her fine elocution betraying the good breeding of a noblewoman. But Annie can perfectly enunciate in a variety of American dialects, sounding like a proper southern lady, or a ditzy valley girl. You should hear her do this hilarious New Jersey accent! Whatever voice she uses, Annie's laugh is the melodious sound of a cool mountain stream on a sunny day, and makes my heart flutter every time I hear it.

I'm the luckiest guy in the world to have Annie as my girl. I've worshipped Annie since I was 15 years old. I'm 52 years old now but don't look a day over 20. Annie is much older than me, but it's hard to believe since she looks like a sexy, voluptuous teenager. It's a really long story, but I'll try to make it brief.

Getting Together With Annie

My name is Bob Penton and I'm from Loveland, Colorado. I'm the direct descendant and namesake of Captain Robert Penton, a 19th century shipmaster and entrepreneur who made a fortune back in gold rush times and in the early days of the railroads. I like to write erotic stories and draw erotic pictures. You can find the stories I posted under the handle "Eggs" at The Overflowing Bra. You can see the pics I draw of Annie at deviantART posted under the account "EggsAnytime."

Annie loves it when I draw these pictures of her. It really turns her on! It can take a long time to finish a drawing, since Annie is usually sitting on my lap while I draw and color. She frequently interrupts me by rubbing her huge, squishy tits in my face, or slurping my cock into her mouth! Even now, Annie is sitting here with me as I type, stroking my cock with her soft fingers! It's hard to type more than a couple paragraphs at a time!

Ever since puberty, I've always been a total tit freak. I've always been completely obsessed with girls with big tits. The bigger, the better, and in my opinion, there is no upper limit on breast size. This is not surprising, considering my family. All the women in my family, even the in-laws who married in, had extremely large breasts. Naturally, all my male relations are also tit men. It's an old family tradition! As a kid growing up, I never understood why my female relations all had such huge tits. I finally learned the answer one day, in the summer of 1975, when I was 15, attending a family reunion. I learned a whole lot about many things that day at the reunion.

I discovered that my female relations had huge boobs because of a family secret -- a special melon that had been handed down for over a century to newlywed couples. This melon was discovered by our ancestors, William and Arianna Gillingham, who were marooned on a deserted island in the South Pacific in 1844. Lady Arianna was the daughter of an English nobleman, and William was a common sailor who rescued her from drowning. As William and Arianna discovered on their first day together, the "love melon" causes a woman's breasts to swell to enormous size, and makes a man's penis grow to an outlandishly huge length and girth.

The melon also significantly increases sensitivity in the sexual organs. It also causes the women to lactate copiously and the men to produce prodigious quantities of semen. Consequently, the melon causes a couple to have some incredibly hot sex! Afterwards, the breasts and penis remain at sizes much larger than normal, usually accompanied by significantly greater sensation and libido, endowing the newlywed couple with a lifetime of excellent sex.

Anyway, into that family reunion arrived a couple of party crashers, Annie and her husband Bill. It was the first time I ever laid eyes on the gorgeous Annie, and I was completely smitten with her at first sight. She had the most gigantic pair of tits I had ever seen. Annie's tits were barely concealed by a snug tank top that hung low, and did not entirely cover her nipples, since her sexy pink areolas kept sliding out. Annie was constantly adjusting her tank top the whole time, pulling it up at the edges, trying to cover her areolas, which called even more attention to her luscious tits.

As if the mere sight of her wasn't enough of a turn-on, I later had the opportunity to see Annie naked, and witness her giving Bill a blow job in a bedroom at the house. Amazingly, Annie was able to make her tits grow! Her juggs became enormous, each about two feet across! Man, it was an incredible sight, and I was so turned on, I just couldn't help but grab my dick. But after I came, the load was gone! I was hiding in a dark closet and thought I was undetected, but Annie looked straight at me and smiled. She knew I was there the whole time! I somehow understood that my load ended up in Annie's mouth, as if she had somehow given me a "virtual blowjob" from across the room!

That day, Annie and Bill spent the afternoon with my great-grandmother Mabel. Grandma Mabel recognized them as her long-lost grandparents, the real William and Arianna Gillingham, who though extremely old, were mysteriously kept youthful and ageless by the virtues of the melon. They spent that entire afternoon talking and swapping sexy stories about their wild experiences with the melon. Sadly, in the end, no one in the family believed their story but me, and Bill and Annie were escorted away in disgrace by the police.

I never saw the beautiful Annie after that day, but I never forgot her. I spent the rest of my high school years jacking off to the memory of Annie and her amazing expanding tits. I married my wife Diana in 1979, and we became the keepers of the melon after Grandma Mabel died. Diana and I had some great years together, raising our two kids. Time stood still for us under the influence of the melon, and we still looked like a couple of teenagers as we approached 50. Then came that terrible day in 2010 when Diana was killed by a drunk driver.

In that dark period that followed, when I was alone, my mind turned again to the memory of Annie. I filled my days reading and beating off while reading the erotic journals written by William and Arianna Gillingham, and staring at the nude pictures of Arianna drawn by her husband. During this dismal period, I continued transcribing and posted these journals online at "The Overflowing Bra." The first story is "The Tale of Our Isle," posted before Diana's death. You can read these stories at that site, all about Annie and her expanding tits, and her sexy adventures with her husband during the 19th century.

I lived alone at Grandma Mabel's house, as Diana and I had done during the 31 years of our marriage. Diana and I lived from a trust provided by the mysterious Berkshire Foundation. The trust gave us a considerable annual income, but included some strange stipulations about our sex life. We were required to eat the melon daily and ingest each other’s fluids... that I drink the milk sucked out of Diana's nipples, and that she swallow the semen ejaculated from my cock. Strange rules, and it all was a lot of fun early on, when were young. But this arrangement became wearisome as the years passed, especially for Diana, who did not enjoy swallowing my load.

I knew all along that Annie and Bill had to be the ones behind the trust, though we never saw them or heard from them in all those years. It simply could not have been anyone else. I had learned at the reunion that the secret of their longevity and agelessness was the melon, combined with ingesting each other's fluids. Since time had stood still for us as well, it could only mean that Annie and Bill were using us as test subjects, to demonstrate the melon's effects.

One beautiful morning in June, 2011, I was pumping iron out on my patio, when there was a knock on my door. Who could it have been but Annie in the flesh. She arrived all alone, and I had not seen her for 36 years. Annie had not aged one single day in all that time. After an initially awkward meeting, I learned that Annie herself was widowed. Her husband Bill had died, since the melon had failed to preserve his youth and agelessness. I then told Annie that I was also widowed, that my wife too had been killed in the accident. We discovered that were both alone in the world, and that neither of us had had sex for a very long time.

In spite of our actual ages, Annie and I both have the melon-enhanced bodies of a couple of horny teenagers. The attraction between us was inescapable, and it didn't take long for us to succumb to temptation. Soon our clothes were off, and my dream finally came true. Annie and I shared our naked bodies together that day, in the grassy field of my backyard. After fantasizing for so long, I finally beheld Annie's luscious, enormous tits before my eyes. I was finally able to hold Annie's amazing tits and suck on them, and to enjoy having her suck on my big hard cock. We spent that whole first day sucking and fucking, from early that morning until late that night.

Annie had come to me that day, after so many years, since she did not know where else to turn. Annie confessed that, on that reunion day in '75, I reminded her of my ancestor and namesake, Captain Robert Penton, to whom she was sexually attracted when they were both young. In her loneliness, Annie had come to fancy me as a potential lover. She desired me from afar, just as I had desired her, and that was why she had really come to me that day. We rescued each other from the depths of mourning and despair, and discovered a new closeness that neither of us knew with our late spouses.

We sucked and fucked outside in the backyard field, and then we drove into the mountains to suck and fuck some more. We ate a couple melons on a hilltop, and Annie's tits expanded to gargantuan proportions, and my cock grew like a telephone pole. We rubbed each other down with oil on that hilltop, so that our bodies slipped and slided against each other. Annie's tits swelled up like a pair of twin zeppelins, and I lost myself in an erotic frenzy of squeezing them and sucking the sweet milk out of them.

Annie showed me how the melon gives us powers of the mind, so that we could share our thoughts and stimulate each other's sexual parts without even touching. Afterwards, we went back to the house and did it some more. We shared a bath together, and I introduced Annie to modern photography. She's a natural nude model, and I took many photos of Annie's delicious body that evening. We did it a dozen times that day, and only the need for sleep ended our long erotic interlude.

Making Our Love Official

Such a blazing fire of passion did we kindle that first day, which has only gotten hotter since. Annie and I filled the following days with non-stop sex. My mouth was fixed on Annie's nipples, suckling her sweet cream continually. Her mouth stayed on my cock, swallowing my hot and sticky load, over and over. I would eat out Annie's hot pussy, sucking on her juicy clit, and then ram her pussy hard with my big, thick cock. All day, every day. I'd fuck Annie's brains out for hours at a time. We'd roll around to every position, first me on top, then her on top, in front, from behind, sideways, every position we could think of, over and over, day after day.

We hardly let up the whole time, stopping only to eat more melon. Instead of eating meals, we just filled ourselves with the other's juices. Then we would pass out from exhaustion, only to awake to do it all again. We'd nap during the day after doing it at night and wake up during the night to do it some more. Annie's tits would shrink back when she slept, and she'd grow them huge again for the next round of sex play. We'd move our sex party to the bathtub, and fuck and suck while we splashed around, washing each other's bodies. I spent hours at a time pinned underneath Annie's giant weather balloons of soft, pink flesh, with gallons of milk gushing out her nipples into my eager mouth.

Annie and I shared our silent communication, exchanging our thoughts without words as we shared our bodies. Sometimes, when we were too physically exhausted to continue, we would hold each other close and pleasure ourselves with our silent sharing, touching our tender parts with only our minds. Then we would drift off to sleep with our minds conjoined, and continue our lovemaking in our shared dreams.

We had become like symbiotic organisms, living off the melon and the exchange of each other's fluids. The sweet cream from Annie's succulent tits sustained me, and her needs were met from the hot, sticky load that shot out of my cock. Such a blurry sexual delirium did we share, for that entire first week. Finally, our pent-up flood of sexual energy was fully spent. We both awoke one morning as if from a dream, and thus began our new life together.

I wished to marry Annie, and take her as my wife, just as Annie wanted me for her husband. There was only one nagging problem. As far as we knew, Annie was actually my 186 year old great-great-great-grandmother, her youth and vivaciousness preserved by the melon. We told ourselves that after five generations, we were barely related, that we shared only a tiny amount of blood. But no matter how hard we tried to convince ourselves, whatever rationalism we employed, what excuses we tried to believe, it still just didn't seem right.

Annie and I could not get over thinking that ours was a forbidden love, that it was somehow incestuous for me to have sex with my ageless female forebear, no matter how many times we were removed. Though we laid around naked all day, our limbs wrapped tightly around each other, our mouths sucking each other's tender parts, we began to feel guilty. We felt dirty and trashy about this arrangement.

"Oh Robert," Annie said, "I love you madly, my Handsome Young Lover! But I cannot abide with you! You are the child of my child, so to speak, and surely it is sinful for a mother to have carnal knowledge of her own offspring! And yet I cannot live without you! What are we to do, you and I?"

I could not look into Annie's sexy eyes, or gaze upon her voluptuous body and not desire to have it, especially after possessing it so many times already. There was no way to walk away from her. Of course, Annie could not gaze into my eyes without the desire rising up in her own heart. Annie loved my body as much as I loved hers, from the thick shank of my cock, to my chiseled muscles, worked to maximum size and definition from 30 years of weight training. We were perfectly matched physically. Annie had the perfect female body that I loved, and I embodied her own male ideal.

As we would gaze at each other, our minds would touch, and we would each sense the desire of the other. Annie protested with words, but her mind revealed her true wishes. In spite of her resistance, Annie would soon relent, and her considerable libido would overcome her Victorian rectitude. Soon Annie's lips would press against mine, and our tongues would intertwine. Our breathing would grow heavy and our would hearts race, and soon her lovely lips would be caressing my swelling cock once again, and my own mouth would suck the sweet cream from her expanding breasts.

Our thoughts would mingle in our silent communication, in that added dimension to our lovemaking. Annie would gasp and groan as my mouth caressed her swelling nipples, and she would moan with ecstasy as her creamy milk would be let down into my mouth. Annie would explode with frantic shrieks and cries as I slammed my stiff rod up inside her, making her cum again and again. But afterwards, Annie would withdraw, with both her body and her mind, consumed by regret, cursing her lack of self-restraint, until the next time we would be overcome by temptation.

I decided that we needed modern science to settle this issue for us. I explained to Annie the principles of a modern DNA test, and that it would establish mathematically the extent with which we were actually related. Annie followed and understood my explanation perfectly. Though she was born in 1826, and is the product of a simpler time, Annie is a very quick study, and is rapidly learning all about the modern technological world.

"Oh Bob, if you could show to me evidence of the extent with which our blood is not shared, that I really am not such a close relation after all, perhaps I could then abide in your love with my conscience clear."

I ordered a full genealogical DNA study for both Annie and me. I expected the results to indicate a three percent match, to show the tenuous relationship between us, sharing only 1/32 common blood. The results we received were shocking and liberating. The tests indicated a zero match! Other than a common English ethnic heritage, the test indicated that Annie and I were not related at all! There was no way that Annie could be my ancestress!

Annie and I were overjoyed at this unexpected result! Our relationship was free from any taint of anything disgraceful or indecent! We threw ourselves into passionate lovemaking with a vengeance! I fully immersed myself into Annie's delicious body, overjoyed that there was no moral impediment to our love, that we might embrace each other's bodies without shame. We had only one regret in that we both liked the idea that I was the living embodiment of her departed loved ones, as we first believed. But that was a small concession to the liberation we now enjoyed.

Nonetheless, we remained puzzled by this result. I had always believed myself to be the great-grandson of my Grandma Mabel, who was Annie's granddaughter. It now appeared that I was actually no relation to her either. However, I did recall one time, when I lived with Grandma Mabel, that she made an offhand comment about my Grandpa Frank, and "when we first took him in." This comment puzzled me at the time, and Grandma got all flustered and wouldn't explain. It remained a mystery til now. So I had my lawyer hire a private detective to investigate the public records to learn more.

We discovered that my grandfather, Francis Robert Penton, was actually the son of Robert Penton III, the elder brother of my Grandpa Jim, Grandma Mabel's husband. Robert III and his wife died in a train wreck, leaving their infant son an orphan. Grandpa Jim and Grandma Mabel adopted young Frank and raised him as their own son, never telling their own children that he was not their actual sibling. For some reason, this was kept as a family secret. I don’t think that Grandpa Frank himself ever knew, let alone my dad or anyone else in the family.

This means that Grandma Mabel was actually my adoptive great-grandmother, making me not an actual blood relation of the Gillingham family. This detective work proved once and for all that Annie and I could not be related! This makes me only the direct descendant and namesake of Captain Robert Penton, after whom Annie secretly yearned for many years when they were both young.

Upon learning this good news, Annie and I wasted no time. We drove down to the city offices in Loveland, and ran into the front door, hand in hand, to get married. Soon we had a marriage license, and the judge performed the ceremony. My son Jim and daughter Mabel stood up as our witnesses, and that day the beautiful, voluptuous Annie became my wife.

"Arianna Chesterleigh Gillingham, do you take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?"

Annie looked straight through me with her dazzling green eyes as she said, "I do."

"And Robert William Penton, do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?"

I looked again into Annie's beautiful eyes, and my eyes wandered down to the plump firmness of Annie's pink tits, and the wondrous creamy cleavage that separated the glorious spheres. My eyes returned to Annie's face, and she flashed me another winsome smile. A tingle raced through the bulge protruding from my pants, as I recalled the first time I saw that gorgeous face and those perfect tits, at the family reunion in '75.

"I sure do!" I replied enthusiastically, utterly amazed that the perfect Annie was mine, after yearning for her for so many years. I kissed my bride with gusto, holding her body closely against mine, her taut breasts pressed tightly against my well-muscled chest. We lingered too long on that impassioned kiss, since the judge cleared his throat, and broke the magic spell. The judge and my son Jim shook my hand, and Annie and Mabel shared a hug. From that day, my kids welcomed Annie into our family as my new wife. Making our goodbyes, Annie and I walked out hand in hand.

"It is somewhat ironic, Robert, do you not agree?" reflected Annie. "Your forebear, Captain Bob, whom I secretly desired, performed the wedding for William and me, so long ago, upon the deck of the good ship Helios. And here I am, so many years later, marrying the man who is old Captain Bob's namesake and likeness!"

Up til that time, Annie and I had been wearing the rings that we received from our first spouses. I wanted Annie to have her own ring from me, a very special one. That same day, we went to a diamond broker in Denver and I picked out a very special ring... a flawless, 10-carat diamond. Wow, what a rock! Annie saw it and her eyes grew wide like saucers.

"Oh Bob! It-it is fabulous! On my, such a thing of beauty! I shall treasure it forevermore!"

The stone sparkled and glittered with every color of the rainbow. It especially sparkled with the color green, like Annie's incredible eyes. There was no way I could ever find a stone as gorgeous as Annie herself, but I wanted her to have a ring that would remind her of my blazing love. Annie picked out a shiny gold band for me to wear. I slid it on and it fit perfectly. In an hour, that giant stone was set in a band, and Annie wore her new ring with pride.

Roadtrip USA

Annie and I had spent enough time hanging around the house. We both wanted to get out to explore the world! We decided to take a little honeymoon road trip, just the two of us, to get away from it all. So I told Annie that we should just jump in the car and drive! Annie agreed that that would be fun. It had been a long time since Annie traveled around the USA, and she was curious to see how the country had changed over the years. Annie asked if we could head north, since she craves cool weather. We threw a few things in a couple suitcases and hit the road with me behind the wheel of her Jaguar convertible. Annie insisted that we avoid the freeways and stick to the side roads.

"Bah!" complained Annie, disdainfully. "Those roads may move quickly, but one sees nothing of the land. Each furlong of that wretched freeway resembles every other, with no distinction. I should like to see this modern American nation for myself, from the roads that are driven by the residents themselves. Otherwise, we might as well fly."

So we took US 85 north out of Colorado and into Wyoming. We drove through every little town along the way, and we stopped a couple times for drinks and to eat lunch. Naturally, Annie turned heads every time we walked into a store or restaurant. We could hear men mumbling and laughing in distinctively lewd tones, and knowing that Annie was the subject of discussion. This happens all the time, everywhere we go. I just look their way and smile as I squeeze Annie's squishy body close.

Annie loves how her long, golden brown hair flutters in the wind as the Jag convertible flies down the road. This really turns her on, like just about everything else. We fooled around the whole trip, usually several times a day. Sometimes we parked the car and went off into the bushes, but other times we pleasured each other while still driving. Anyway, it wasn't long that first day before we ended up in Cheyenne. Annie marveled at the sight of this modern town.

"Oh my! Look at what a large and settled city this town has become! Why, I recall when Cheyenne was simply a railroad boom town that grew from nothing in so short a time!"

We had a late start that first day, so we drove for a while longer and found a motel for the night just outside Newcastle, WY. The desk clerk asked if we were off to see "the faces." Annie didn't understand his meaning and inquired.

"Why, Mount Rushmore, of course!" said the elderly gentleman.

Annie lit right up at the suggestion, since she was eager to visit this monument.

"Oh Robert, we must stop there! I have long read of this project, how those faces were carved from the native stone of the mountainside."

We got up early the next morning, and hurried off to see the faces. Annie was so anxious to get there that we only allowed time to grab a quick breakfast. I had eggs, as usual. I can eat eggs anytime, it's my favorite meal, and the secret of my bodybuilding success. We arrived at the visitor center and walked the long walk over to the terrace, for the best view of the mountain sculpture.

As we strolled along, all the men stared at Annie's melon-sized tits. Annie's glorious globes were barely contained by her snug-fitting pink tank top, and bounced gently with each step, as her plum-sized nipples protruded softly through the stretched fabric. As Annie walked past, I noticed the men admiring Annie's plump ass, which wiggled from side to side as she walked, stuffed into her tight white shorts, which revealed the entirety of her creamy legs, so that she was naked from the hips down, except for her pink flip-flops.

The women snipped angrily at their husbands for gawking so openly at Annie. They tried to divert their kids' eyes from looking at her. I just laughed to myself, as I always do. This is the typical reaction that Annie produces in men and women whenever we go into public places. Annie has mixed feelings about this. On one hand, she is very sweet, considerate, and well-mannered, and does not wish to create friction between envious women and their lustful men. But on the other hand, Annie loves the attention, though she simply enjoys the feeling of tight, revealing clothing that flaunts her voluptuous body. All that being said, she would never admit it, but Annie really is quite a pricktease at heart! Even when she is dressed modestly, Annie's full, ripe body leaves little to the imagination, and she diverts everyone's attention everywhere she goes.

As we reached the terrace, Annie drew even more looks as she caught her first sight of the monument.

"GASP! Oh Robert, will you look at that sight! Such a marvel of human achievement!"

Annie's reaction was excessively exuberant. Most everyone who visits Mount Rushmore is impressed with the monument, but people today are products of a jaded generation, and are reserved in their reaction. No one else gushed on and on like Annie did, in her wide-eyed Victorian innocence. We stood there for a quite a while admiring the carvings. Having already drawn everyone's attention, people stared even harder at Annie, looking puzzled, as she reflected on each of the famous presidents.

"Oh yes, your General Washington," spoke Annie in her precise elocution of the Queen's English. "In my youth, we were taught that he was one of history's great villains, the bitter enemy of the Empire, the foul knave who had the temerity to rebel against his divinely-appointed sovereign....

"And Thomas Jefferson as well. My late husband had often remarked that President Jefferson still lived in Virginia during the year of his birth. William spoke of his family members and townspeople who had travelled far just to catch a glimpse of the great statesman and innovator who resided at Monticello. Such different times those were from now, when no living memory remains of these men and their famous achievements....

"Oh, and Mr. Lincoln... it was such a shock to learn of his murder at the hand of that coward. Such a tragic figure he was. William and I wished so very much to travel to Illinois to meet his funeral train. Though William was a southern man born and bred, he remained loyal to the Union throughout that conflict. He had no sympathy for the Confederate cause, which had created such hardship for his parents....

"Ho, and young Mr. Roosevelt! Do you know that William and I met with him frequently during his early days? What a strapping fellow he was! He frequently visited Colorado on his various hunting expeditions, and often would we extend hospitality to his party. Once we were his guests at his ranch in the Dakotas. Mr. Roosevelt would always address me as 'the fetching young Mrs. Gillingham," though he was of the same age as our own children! Such a charming cad he was! I had hoped he might take a fancy to one of our daughters...."

Everyone within earshot stared at Annie as she told her tales of bygone days. Though every eye at the monument was fixed on Annie's great beauty and curvaceous body, they all stared in disbelief at the unlikely stories told by this busty young girl, who for all appearances could not possibly have been born before the early 1990s. Suddenly, Annie stopped, becoming aware that everyone around had their attention fixed on her.

"Oh! Pardon me!" quipped Annie cheerfully, looking around at the crowd that listened to her intently. "Was I prattling on again? So sorry!"

Annie and I hurried away, and walked along in privacy through the trails throughout the memorial grounds. After a while, we snuck back to the Jag and drove off, and a crowd of heads followed our departure. We did not intend to attract attention, but this is unavoidable with Annie! Little did we know how much more attention we'd attract in the months ahead.

We drove away from Mount Rushmore and turned south down some weavy backroad through the mountains. Annie loves these mountain roads, with their misty atmosphere and hairpin turns, especially when driven at high speeds. I was feeling pretty jittery. It's always a rush to be out in public with Annie, and I LOVE it when other men lust after my new wife. Such guys usually back down and look away from me when I stare them down, rather than return eye contact. As a big, brawny bodybuilder, not many other men want to try their luck by taking me on. Most men, not all, but that's another story.

Anyway, I always get really turned on by seeing other guys react to Annie's voluptuous charms. So I was feeling jittery as we flew around those hairpin turns, feeling a dull ache in my balls. Annie and I didn't do anything that morning, since we were in a hurry to get to the monument. We only did it a couple times the day before, since we were on the road. Anyway, after two weeks of laying around having continual, non-stop sex with Annie, I was in a state of withdrawal from the insanely gorgeous, sensual nymphomaniac. My cock was tingling and I was feeling very horny at that particular moment.

Well, it's impossible to keep such thoughts from Annie. For one thing, she can read my mind, and for another thing, such thoughts are never far from her own mind. I felt Annie's gaze upon me so I turned to look at her. She looked so gorgeous sitting the passenger seat, her long, thick hair whipping around in the wind. Annie flashed me one of her sexy smiles. Then she reached her hands to her waist, grabbed the bottom of her pink tank top, and raised it up. The shirt fit so snugly over Annie's fulsome breasts that the firm mounds were lifted up with the shirt. Only when her hands passed the level of her shoulders did the magnificent pink globes come free of the garment and flopped down into her lap. Annie's perfect spheres lay jiggling as they came to rest atop her thighs, her soft, rosy nipples quivering, and her shiny areolas glistening, as she pulled the shirt over her head.

No matter how many times we do it, or how many times I see Annie naked, the most exciting single moment is always when she first peels off her top, when I catch my first view of her bare breasts, the unveiling of her succulent nipples. My eyes must have bugged out as usual, because Annie just laughed at me, with that delightful, melodious laugh of hers that makes my heart flutter. I would have pulled over the car right then to squeeze those creamy mounds in my hands, but the road was narrow and there was no shoulder. Perceiving my intent, Annie decided to torment me instead. Annie sunk her pink-nailed fingers into the squishy flesh and raised one of her plump spheres to her lips. Extending her tongue, she drew circles around her soft nipple, kissing it and licking it.

This made Annie gasp and whimper in pleasure as she stimulated her own sensitive nipples. I felt my cock swell in my pants at the arousing sight of Annie caressing her own nipples, and the sexy sounds of her moaning. I tried to keep my eyes on the road, and not stare too long at Annie as she played with her tits and sucked on her soft pink knobs. Annie giggled at me as I stole glances her way, and a ripple surged through my cock as I saw a dribble of sweet cream escape from Annie's rosy tip.

Annie dropped her tits so that they jiggled again on top of her thighs, little drops of milk flying off. Her hands moved to her hips, and she pointed her toes straight up in the air. In one fluid motion, Annie leaned back in the seat as she pushed her white shorts over her thighs and past her knees. She angled her sweet hairless pussy at me, so that I could see that it was shiny from the honey oozing from her snatch. In a moment, the shorts were over her ankles and free of her toes. Annie dropped them in the back seat, along with her pink tank top.

Annie smiled at me again as her fingertips slid down to her pussy lips. Annie's strawberry-sized clit was bulging outside the crease of her pussy, and she rolled the slimy red bulb between her thumb and fingers. Annie broke my gaze as her gorgeous green eyes snapped shut, and a long, gaspy shriek escaped from her lips. In my mind, I pictured Annie's swollen clit, and imagined that my lips were sucking hard on it, as my tongue licked all around it. Through our silent sharing, Annie felt this down there, and it multiplied her own stimulation. Suddenly, in only a moment, a big spray of clumpy cum shot out of Annie's snatch, splattering all over her thighs and the leather seat, as Annie's pussy exploded in orgasm.

Annie looked at me again, and smiled brightly, licking her fingers. Then Annie leaned sideways against her seat, a seductive look on her face, smashing one enormous tit against the seat back, so that it rested on top of her other luscious sphere, which filled her lap. Annie eyed the bulge in my crotch, and opened her mouth and licked the air. Instantly, I felt the sensation of her tongue on the tip of my cock. Annie was using our mental closeness to virtually lick my dick, while it was still in my pants.

Annie reached into the glove box and removed a CD. She inserted it into the player, punched in a selection, and turned up the volume. I heard that goofy faux-German phrase, followed by the familiar drums and cowbell of Def Leppard... "Rock of Ages," my favorite song by that group. Since our first day together, I had shared with Annie the thrill and excitement of rock-n-roll sex. She especially liked this tune, and she often likes to play it when we'd get it on.

Annie leaned over toward me, licking my cock through the air. Her soft hands undid the button at my waistband, and then she unzipped my jeans. My cock popped right out, pointing straight up, a full twelve inches in the air. It disappeared into Annie's soft, wet mouth, as she buried her face in my crotch.

Annie held one hand at the base of my back as her lips and tongue slobbered on my big fat cock, tugging down on my jeans to expose my hips and thighs. The fingers of her other hand stroked tenderly on my swollen balls as her head slipped up and down on the thick shaft. Annie's golden-brown hair hung all over my lap and down onto my legs. I ran my fingers through the thick carpet with one hand as the other hand held the wheel. Annie used her mental powers on my cock to increase its sensation, so that my legs were twitching furiously as her mouth caressed all about its head and shank. Annie's head bobbed up and down to the beat as the lead singer sang:

I'm burnin', burnin', I got the fever,
I know for sure, there ain't no cure
So feel it, don't fight it, go with the flow,
Gimme, gimme, gimme, gimme one more for the road.

Annie's gorgeous face remained in my lap as I sailed down that weavy road, flying through tunnels and around hairpin turns, her tongue slathering up and down my engorged cock to the beat of Def Leppard. Her soft tits were squeezed against my thigh, and I could feel her hot nipples pressed against my skin. I enjoyed a view of Annie's creamy body from behind, as she hunched over my cock. My hand stroked down Annie's smooth back and tiny waist, over the wide swell of her hips. I kneaded the soft cheeks of Annie's plump ass, as she kneeled on the edge of her seat, her lips and tongue performing their magic on my engorged penis. Annie hummed along in pleasure as she imparted sheer ecstasy to my corpulent member. I felt the solid trunk throbbing with excitement, as Annie brought me quickly to climax.

Rock of ages, rock of ages,
Still I'm rolling, still I'm rolling....

Annie sucked hard at the precise moment when my cock let go, and a hot squirt of cum shot into her waiting mouth. It was all I could do to keep control of the wheel as the thick jizz ejaculated onto Annie's eager tongue, again and again, causing her to moan enthusiastically in delight.

Annie swallowed loudly several times, gulping down all my load. She slid her mouth off my cock and held it in both hands, kissing it and showing it love. It stayed hard and didn't get soft at all, and we both knew that it was not yet done, that I was ready for another go. Annie looked up at me from my cock as a sweet smile curled over her luscious lips, which she licked to clear away stray globs of my cum. I do believe Annie looks most gorgeous in the moments after giving me a blowjob. She always has the sweetest smile after giving me head.

Then Annie hoisted up her soft, ripe body and kneeled down, straddling my hips! Annie leaned her soft, creamy pillows right into my face, burying it into her velvety cleavage! Then she squatted her hips onto mine, lowering her dripping pussy right on top of my rigid cock. Oh man, that felt so good! Erotic sensation tingled all over the thick shaft, as the sweet honey from Annie's snatch made a hormonal reaction with my stiff member. But I was distracted from this pleasure by my driving!

"Annie!" I cried out in surprise, "You're blocking my view of the road!"

Annie just laughed at my concern. Though I had recently been initiated into the mental abilities imparted by the melon, Annie was a seasoned expert, and she could perform all sorts of magic tricks using her mind. Though her back was turned to the road, Annie was able to sense the road ahead, and she beamed a "radar" image of the road into my head. I was somehow able to "see" the road even with Annie's incredible tits smothering my face! Fortunately, we were all alone on the road, as I somehow sensed through Annie's heightened awareness. There were no cars on either side of the road for some distance ahead and behind. So I careened down that weavy road, tires squealing around the tight turns, with Annie's incredible titties mashed in my face, her mind helping me to know how to steer, as the Def Leppard CD blasted away.

Annie grabbed both of her tits and squeezed them together, and placed her nipples before mouth. I sucked onto one and held it with my lips, licking it furiously, as sweet cream flowed into my mouth. Annie moaned, and I could actually feel the tingling of the puffy buds against my tongue, as if I were licking a battery. Annie rubbed her succulent nipples all over my face, smearing her milk all over me as we flew around those turns, and she drew sexual excitement from the sheer speed of the car. Annie raised her hips and lowered them again on top of my cock, which grew bigger and bigger inside her with each stroke. Annie bounced along as we zipped along that road.

"OH! OH ROBERT!" Annie screamed as my tongue tickled her nipples, and her hips bouncing on top of my cock, pistoning inside her pussy.

"Oh, My Potent Young Man! OHHH!!! Faster! FASTER!!!"

I was already taking these turns at 50, and Annie's plump, nude body was thrown from side to side as the tires squealed around each corner. Annie humped along faster and faster with her juicy twat on top of my cock, as my stereo blared out 80s metal.

Without warning, I hit one very sharp turn, over the top of a "pigtail bridge," and we took the turn very hard. Annie shrieked out a scream as I felt her wet pussy squeeze hard on my cock. An orgasmic explosion erupted simultaneously from both my penis and Annie's vagina. Audible slurping sounds sucked over my cock as Annie's sopping pussy contracted over and over on top of my rigid member. A slimy mess squirted from Annie's pussy onto my thighs at the same moment when my swollen cock released its load.

My foot left the gas pedal as my hips thrust upwards to meet Annie's, again and again. I grabbed her plump ass with one hand and pulled her close, as Annie wrapped both arms around my head, smashing her huge tits into my face. The car spun around through 360 degrees as Annie and I thrust our hips together, sharing our concurrent orgasm, and then the car spun through another full turn again.

After the most intense moment passed, I somehow had the presence of mind to find the brake with my foot, as the violent throes of intercourse passed. My cock rippled through its last waves of sensation as we came to rest. There we were, stopped on the wrong side of the road, just past that hairpin turn, facing the underpass of that pigtail bridge. I looked at Annie, and a thrilling smile beamed across her face.

Suddenly, her expression turned to alarm.

"Bob! You must return to our proper lane! Quickly!"

I punched the gas, and in a moment, we were back on our own side of the road. And not a moment too soon, as a couple of bikers on Harleys came out of nowhere, barrelling around the bend, and passed us from the other direction. Annie sensed it coming just in the nick of time! Annie and I laughed riproaringly! Wow! What an amazing experience! What a crazy fucking nympho this girl is! Man!

"Oh Robert!" enthused Annie. "That was utterly exhilarating! Oh My Handsome Man! Such an exciting young buck you are!"

Annie and I caught our breath as we proceeded down the road at a sensible speed. Annie slurped her oozing snatch off my still-rigid cock, and sat her plump, nude body back in her seat. Finally, our heartbeats slowed.

"Oh my!" gasped Annie. "Oh Bob, what other new erotic thrills shall you yet impart to me? Oh! But we must take care in the future, and comport ourselves responsibly, lest anyone else be harmed."

My cock stood straight up in front of me, still full and hard. I can usually blow my load three or four times at one crack before it goes limp. Annie placed her gorgeous face to my crotch again, and began licking my sticky, cum-coated cock like it was an ice cream cone. She slurped up all the slop from up and down my stiff cock, moaning excitedly like it was her favorite dessert. Annie lapped up all the sticky globs sticking to my pubic hair, and all around my hips and thighs. She is absolutely obsessed with swallowing cum, and she doesn't care if it's mine or hers or a mingled mess of both. Such an incredibly exciting, sexy freak this girl Annie is! Man, I am absolutely over-the-top crazy in love with her!

Annie lovingly caressed my cock, cleaning it with her mouth, as that mountain road flattened and straightened out. Her loving attentions drew me to my culmination again. Afterwards, I blew one more little load into Annie's sweet mouth as we approached civilization. Finally, my cock went limp. Annie slurped up the last globs from my deflating cock head, and lovingly replaced it in my pants. As we road into the town, Annie reached back and retrieved her pink tank top, and pulled it over her quivering mounds. I'm always sad when Annie puts her huge tits away, hidden from my sight. Then Annie grabbed her white shorts, and pulled them over her creamy thighs.

Up On The Town

We had a nice little road trip. We fooled around a lot as we headed north and east. Annie was not interested in tourist attractions, preferring to visit small towns and roadside stores and fruit stands. Annie mostly enjoyed chatting with the average people we met along the way. Such a casual and friendly girl she is, one would not expect Annie to be a Viscountess of the Empire, a British blueblood.

After a couple days, we eventually drove into Upper Michigan, a cool and very sparsely populated area. Annie got her first look at the Great Lakes when she saw Lake Superior. At one point, we found a quiet stretch of shoreline, and Annie wanted to take a dip. The water was so cold! Even in June, the water was about 65 degrees. That didn't stop Annie from making her own heat. Annie stripped off all her clothes and cajoled me into joining her. We went skinny dipping in that icewater, and naturally we spent a good bit of time sucking and fucking each other in the shallow waters of a rocky shore. We did the same in Lake Huron, and down into Lake Michigan.

We looped around the western coast of Michigan, stopping at the great sand dunes along the lakeshore. Annie and I did some great fooling around in the sand. It was especially thrilling since we were close to being seen by others. Annie loves being daring! We enjoyed a beautiful sunset that evening over the lake. It was especially a treat for me. When you live east of the Rockies, you rarely see a proper sunset, and you never see the sun going down over water. After that, we went down through Michigan and crossed into Canada, and made our way down the northern shore of Lake Erie, and over toward Lake Ontario. We had sex in these lakes also, completing the set.

On the return trip, we stopped to see Niagara Falls. Annie was especially fascinated with this natural wonder. We took in all the sights, and Annie especially enjoyed the Maid of the Mist, a boat that rode right under the Falls! Wow, was that a blast! Annie really enjoyed that, and afterwards, we had to hurry back to our hotel for a quicky! Though Annie turned a lot of heads at Niagara, there were no notable incidents to report. After that, we were anxious to head for home, so we crossed back into the USA, and headed west through Pennsylvania and Ohio.

Driving through northwestern Indiana, Annie saw the skyline of Chicago off in the distance. Annie has no interest in big, noisy, cramped, smelly cities, especially a metropolis the size of Chicago. But she did ask me about the one very tall building that protruded above the others. I explained what little I knew of Sears Tower, how it was once the largest building in the world.

"Sears... do you mean Sears, Roebuck & Company, the concern that published those catalogues?" Annie inquired."William and I ordered many things for our children from the early editions."

When I told Annie about the observation deck, she insisted that we visit the tower. She has always been fascinated with heights, and it had long been her desire to visit the tops of tall buildings in a city. We both regretted that decision before too long. Annie was appalled at the Chicagoland traffic. It seemed to take forever to crawl toward the famed skyscraper. We finally raised the top on the Jag because so many guys on the road were gawking at Annie, and honking their horns and yelling trash at her, and otherwise making a spectacle.

When we finally parked and made it to the building, we learned that it had been renamed Willis Tower. There was a very long line to get inside, but we endured the wait so that my Annie could see the heights. Naturally, every male eye in the place was repeatedly wandering over to Annie the whole time. Annie made a point of dressing modestly for appearing in a crowd, with a long pair of jeans and a loose-fitting, long-sleeved peasant blouse, with a pair of ordinary flip-flops. Though she didn't flash hardly any skin, it's impossible to conceal Annie's watermelon-sized tits. They protrude so far forward, and hang down nearly to her hips. And since Annie never wears a bra to hold her Q-cup sized tits, her nipples always poke through her shirt. While every male above the age of thirteen was continually glancing at Annie, even a lot of women did the same, as if they disbelieved that her proportions were even physically possible (let alone real) even with implants.

It was worth enduring all the bystander gawking when we finally reached the sky deck. Annie gushed at the sight of Chicago from over a thousand feet up. She marveled at the view, like a little girl, and insisted that we linger over every window, look down on every object, and take in the sights from every angle. We were up there quite a while. Finally, we reached the western side of the observation deck, where there were glass boxes hanging off the side, so that one can walk out over a glass floor, suspended above the city.

Annie stepped out first, and was alone in the box for a moment. She laughed a giddy laugh as she looked down at the ground under her feet, a hundred storeys below. Annie became extremely excited, and it seemed as if her hair was starting to rise up in the air, like it was charged with static electricity. I could see that Annie's tits had begun to swell, and they were beginning to fill out the loose-fitting peasant blouse, so that her pink nipples were visible, pressed against the sheer fabric.

Amazingly, Annie's feet lifted up a couple inches above the glass floor, and she was actually hovering in the air! I could feel the air crackle with sexual excitement, which Annie broadcast all around her with her abilities. I looked around, and it was clear that others sensed this sexual energy, especially the men, and every eye was fixed on Annie. I was afraid that something really strange was about to happen, and worried what would happen if Annie's tits were to expand "explosively" in such a visible public place. So I stepped out onto the glass and felt that dizzy, acrophobic feeling from heights. I grabbed Annie and held her close. It was like a static discharge when I touched her. Instantly her hair fell, her breasts retracted, and her feet touched the floor once again.

"Oh Bob!" Annie whispered as I held her body tightly. "Such an arousing sensation did I just experience! Another of your many thrills, My Very Exciting Man!"

Everyone looked at Annie with puzzlement as we stepped back onto the solid floor. No one understood what had just happened, what the sensual rush was all about, but it was pretty clear that everyone knew that Annie was the cause. Annie and I made our way out of the building and down to the street. I was very happy to have my feet on terra firma once again.

"Oh Robert!" Annie gushed, when we were finally alone. "I wish to enjoy that sensation once more! What of skydiving, My Love? We have already discussed that. Might we take up that sport at our soonest opportunity?"

"Anything you want, gorgeous," I replied. "I'd love to fly through the sky with you!"

It was late in the day, so decided to get a room for the night. We booked a place in one of Chicago's fancy five-star hotels. But the night was young, so Annie and I planned a night on the town. Annie is a very casual girl, content to wear t-shirts and jeans most of the time (when we're not just laying around naked!) But like any other girl, Annie likes to get dressed up, and go out for dinner and dancing. Annie has some sexy outfits, and it's really hard for me to keep my hands off of her! Sometimes we don't even make it out the door! Whatever we end up doing, Annie and I are always having a great time, in and out of the bedroom!

Annie makes most of her own clothes. This is practical as well as aesthetic. For one thing, Annie can't find anything off the rack in her size! Besides, Annie had to make her own clothes for all those years, when she was marooned on the Isle with her late husband, and at their Rocky Mountain homestead. Annie really loves modern style women's clothing. It's hard to believe she lived in Victorian times. She hated wearing those long skirts and sleeves, and all those layers of restrictive clothing. Annie loves the freedom enjoyed by modern women today.

That night in Chicago, Annie wore this sexy sweater dress, with pink and white stripes, which she knitted herself. It's worn off the shoulders, with attached half-sleeves, and rides very low over her chest, to expose a long length of her sexy cleavage. This dress is always slipping down to allow a peek of the pink rims of Annie's areolas, which are always sneaking out anyway over the edges of her other revealing tops. Then Annie wore this long pink necklace, which dangles around into her cleavage, swinging this way and that, thereby calling even more attention to her gigantic tits!

Annie and I just stared at each other through dinner, our eyes smoldering, wondering when we'd have a chance to grab a "quicky"! I always have a hard time tearing my eyes away from her... uh... necklace! Provocative clothing on a hot babe can be almost as sexy as seeing her naked, don't you think?

After that, we grabbed a cab and went out to hit some clubs. We didn't like most of them, since they catered to today's young crowd. Though we both look to be somewhere around 20, neither of us like the pop music scene of today. I'm so happy that Annie likes my music. It's very surprising to me that she does, since she is from a completely different time. Shoot, Annie remembers when "I've Been Working on the Railroad" was a popular song! She was born when Beethoven was still alive! But there's something about being a perpetual teenager that makes you open to new music, even when you're well past the age.

Annie also loved the Big Band music of the 40s, and she adapted just fine when rock-and-roll entered the scene in the 50s. Annie was very excited about the Grateful Dead back in the 60s and 70s. She was quite a "Deadhead" and followed the group to several shows. But Bill was starting to age at that point, and wasn't so keen on this new style of music. He put a stop to that after that one Dead concert in '75, when Annie danced topless. Annie has been grateful for my teaching her the hard rock and metal of my era, and she loves the energy and excitement of this music. But Annie especially loves to dance, and she loves anything that makes her body move, from Glenn Miller to Donna Summer to Britney Spears. Since I love to dance with Annie and watch her dance for me, I sure don't have a problem with that!

From my experiences with Annie, I've decided that the mental aspects of aging are mostly due to the effects on your body, rather than just the simple increase in age. Though Annie is 186 years old on the calendar, she still thinks like a voluptuous nineteen-year-old. She still wants to have a good time, and craves excitement. She's always interested in new things, trying new experiences, and is not at all "set in her ways" like an old person. I'm more of an "old timer" in that respect than Annie! For my part, I just know what I like, and have not been as quick as Annie to embrace all the novelties of my kid's generation. Maybe someday, if I live as long as Annie and outlast my contemporaries, perhaps I'll feel differently.

Though her basic morals and sensibilities are still very Victorian, Annie has adapted very well to the loose, casual attitude of today's world. She's actually quite relieved, since she was never much of a "proper lady" in the first place! Annie has always been very lusty and libidinous, and over time, we've discovered that she is quite the exhibitionist. And though she has accumulated much wisdom drawn from experience over the course of her long years, Annie is still just as impetuous and impulsive as any big-titted nineteen-year-old party girl. This makes Annie loads of fun to be with, but eventually, this got us into a lot of trouble.

Anyway, back to Chicago. We found one club where it happened to be 80s night. Though most of the patrons were young people in their 20s, dancing to their parents' music, it was right up my alley. Annie and I had a great time, dancing to the music that was popular back when I really was in my 20s. At first, I had some fond memories of times dancing to those familiar tunes with my dear departed Diana. But Annie's alluring, voluptuous presence overwhelms my old memories of times with my late wife, and creates new ones in their place.

Annie has some incredibly sexy moves on the dance floor. Between her erotic gyrations and her huge, bouncing tits, every guy in the club had his eyes on Annie the whole time. All those old love songs fit Annie perfectly, and totally describe how I feel about her. Take, for example, this R&B classic by the Gap Band:

You blow my mind, baby,
I’m so alive with you, baby,
You blow my mind, baby,
I'm satisfied.

Outstanding.... girl you knock me out,
Can't fight it... makes me want to shout.

My heart raced to those lyrics, while looking into Annie's dazzling green eyes, watching the sultry movements of her hips as she moved around the dance floor. The DJ really knew his stuff, and strung together a great series of 80s dance classics, like this great hit by Chicago's own Chaka Khan. My breathing sped up at the sight of Annie's huge tits bouncing and jiggling to the beat under that sweater dress.

Ain't nobody, loves me better,
Makes me happy, makes me feel this way,
Ain't nobody, loves me better than you.

After a few dances, we grabbed a table to catch our breath. We enjoyed a drink while we held hands and stared into each other's eyes. People all around were looking at us, especially Annie. Annie is so strikingly beautiful, not to mention her impossibly voluptuous figure. Anyway, all the men and most of the women were catching looks our way, but one big asshole in particular was really starting to piss me off.

This clown was really big, maybe about 6' 5", and had massive shoulders. But he was fat and ugly, maybe 30 but looking much older, with a thick black unibrow over his beady eyes. His black hair was buzzed short, and he had tattoos up and down his arms, and was wearing too many rings and gold chains. He looked like your stereotypical thug, maybe a drug dealer, certainly a mean street character. I wondered how he came to be at that club for 80s night, since the music clearly did not fit his generation or his personal style. Maybe he was the local cokehead connection?

This ugly asshole stood off to one side with his friends, looking our way and pointing at Annie. He held his open hands in front of his chest in the universal gesture to indicate big tits, and then he and his pals all laughed. I had no doubt who he was talking about. I thought about going over to have a chat, but instead stared him down from across the way. He finally looked away, unwilling to return my gaze, and turned his back to me, so I looked back to Annie and resumed giving her my full attention.

"Yes, I could not help but to observe that sordid chap," spoke Annie, with disgust. "He certainly has a vile manner about him, does he not?"

"Forget him, gorgeous," I replied to Annie, smiling. "I'd rather gaze into your dazzling green eyes."

Annie gave me a sweet smile, and took a sip of her drink.

The next song was a slow dance... that sweet ballad, "Crazy for You," one of the few songs I actually liked by Madonna. I stood and extended my hand to Annie, and she took it. The dance floor lights changed to a moody blue, and I held my beautiful Annie close. Our arms were wrapped around each other as our bodies swayed together. Annie's jumbo-sized tits were smashed firmly against my chest, and my rigid cock was pressed against her belly. My face was buried in Annie's fluffy hair, and the fragrance of her sexy body drove me wild. The melody trickled out of the speakers:

I'm crazy for you, touch me once and you'll know it's true,
I never wanted anyone like this,
It's all brand new, you'll feel it in my kiss.
I'm crazy for you... crazy for you.

"I'm crazy for you, Annie," I whispered in her ear.

Annie whispered back, "I love you, Bob."

I looked at Annie and she looked at me with her sparkling green jewels. I kissed her gently on the lips. Annie's lips parted and her tongue slid against mine. We shared a loving kiss on the dance floor to the sweet strains of that song.

The DJ picked up the pace again with a hopping 80s hit by Level 42:

But there is something about you,
Baby, so right,
Don't want to be without you,
Baby, tonight.

Annie really tore up the dance floor. For a product of the straight-laced Victorian era, Annie has had no trouble learning the free and wild dance moves of modern times. I just stared in amazement as I watched the sexy motions of my new wife. Annie really found her groove with the next song, "The Lover in Me" by Sheena Easton:

If everlasting love is what you're waiting for,
Then that time for you just has arrived,
So here I am, come walk right through my door,
And be loved for the rest of your life.

If you talk about good lovin',
let's talk about the lover in me... Shoo-wop!
So don't go talk about no other,
just talk about the lover in me... Shoo-wop!

Annie was rocking her body hard, bouncing her enormous tits up and down to the beat in that low-cut sweater dress. I was completely hypnotized watching my girl busting her move. Annie got that lusty "she-lion" look in the eyes, and I knew we'd be out of there as soon as that song was over, heading back to the hotel. Then I noticed that the dance floor around us was clear. Everyone else had stopped dancing and circled up around us to watch us dance... well, to watch Annie dance anyway!

Annie swung her arms all around, moving herself close to me, and then she twirled away. Annie pumped her whole body up and down, making her huge tits flop all around, and her pink necklace swing all over, while the thick mass of her golden-brown hair whipped all over the place. When she realized that she was performing for an audience, Annie really played into it, shaking her tits and gyrating her ass, moving seductively all over. Everyone whooped and hollered, especially the guys, but the whole time, Annie's eyes were fixed on my eyes and the big bulge in my pants.

Annie bumped and pumped and shook her body around, but then she made one pump too many! One of Annie's big tits flew out, right over the low-riding top of her dress! With the tension of her tight garment relieved, there was nothing to hold in her other huge tit! Both of Annie's spectacular breasts flew out, high in the air, up to the level of her face. Hoots and screams exploded from all around the watching crowd. All the guys cheered at Annie and shouted as her enormous pink watermelons were unleashed! Annie had been working hard at her dance, and a sheen of sweat glistened over her overripe globes. Annie's shiny pink nipples caught the rays that shone down from the spotlights overhead.

Annie's bare boobs bounded up into the air and hung there for a moment, and then fell down, bouncing and jiggling at her hips, her puffy nipples quivering, to the appreciative screams and shouts of the throng. As they settled down at her waist, I could see they were slightly bigger than usual, maybe two or three cup sizes. It took Annie a moment to realize what happened, but then a look of shock and alarm unfolded on her gorgeous face. Her sexy dance was interrupted, and Annie's hands flew up onto her nipples. But Annie's hands just are not big enough to cover over her plum-sized nipples and saucer-sized areolas!

I rushed Annie off the dance floor, doing my best to shield her from the crowd. All those guys were whooping and shouting as I elbowed past them. The nicer guys tried to give me a high-five, but some jerks were reaching over, trying to cop a feel of Annie's giant tits. I cleared away to a dark corner, and warned off the gawkers with a clenched fist and menacing glare. I stood by Annie as she fidgeted with her dress, as she was having a problem.

"Bob, my teats expanded whilst dancing! I do not know why! It just happened! And now I cannot call them back! Bob, my dress no longer fits! Oh, what shall I do?"

I wrapped my arms around Annie, cradling her head, and held her tightly so that her bare tits were pressed against my chest. After a minute, Annie collected her wits and relaxed, and I could feel the tension against my chest relieve. Annie managed to call her juicy tits back to their "normal" watermelon size. Another minute of fidgeting and adjusting, and she managed to tuck her creamy globes under the edge of the low-cut top. We wasted no time from there. I took Annie's hand and led her toward the door, trying to move inconspicuously around the edge of the crowd.

"Oh Bob," Annie whispered to me as we navigated the crowd, "I was so alarmed when my teats slipped out. But nonetheless, I did rather enjoy that! It was great fun to hear all those riotous cheers!"

I smiled at Annie. I really did enjoy that performance too. It doesn't bother me at all if anyone else sees Annie's tits, and it actually turns me on to have other guys lust after my girl... as long as I'm the only one who gets to hold those enormous titties, and play with them and suck on her big pink nipples!

We were almost to the exit when I felt Annie's hand tear away from mine. I turned and saw that same big ugly asshole from before. He grabbed Annie as we hurried by, and pulled her free of my hand. Now he was holding her tightly around the waist, pressing his groin against hers.

"Hey baby," drooled the idiot, "that was some show! Let's get another look at those big titties of yours!"

Ugly cupped his hands alongside Annie's tits and gave them a squeeze. This made Annie's nipples peek out over the edge of the dress. Annie was pushing against him, struggling to free herself, but Ugly was very big and strong.

"Unhand me, you filthy wretch!" shouted Annie as she resisted.

Well, I was right there, and shoved the asshole on the shoulder, spinning him around so that he lost his grip on my wife. Annie freed herself, and immediately turned away to readjust her top to cover her nipples. I might not have been as big as Ugly, but I am over six feet tall myself, with bulging muscles, and I can handle myself and defend my woman just fine. Without waiting around to have a conversation, I wound up and slugged Ugly hard in the jaw.

"You fuckin' asshole!" I shouted as I let him have another one in the gut.

I was about to finish off the big ugly jerk when I felt my arms being restrained. Two of Ugly's friends held me back. He straightened himself up and gave me a couple in the gut, and another in the face. Man, that hurt like hell, and I tasted blood in my mouth where he split my lip.

Ugly pulled something out of his pocket. It was a blade that went click in his hand.

"You want to fuck with me, motherfucker? I'm going feed you your own cock and make you watch as I fuck your girl!"

NOW I was REALLY pissed! I was like the Incredible Hulk as I shook free of Ugly's friends. Then I swung and hit that fucking bastard in the face, fast and hard before he could react. He dropped his blade as I hit him with my left and then again with my right. His fat face snapped from one side to the other with each blow. The bouncers saw the whole thing, and were now all over his friends, holding them back, preventing them from jumping in. But the bouncers allowed me another couple seconds to pound that big ugly asshole into the ground. Ugly was on his knees, nursing his jaw. I loomed over him.

"Get up, asshole! So I can pound you some more!"

Ugly spat out some blood as he stood up, and replied menacingly, "You just fucked with the wrong fuckin' dude, you sunuvabitch!"

At that moment, Annie jumped in.

"No, you lowly dog, it is you who have run afoul of the wrong people."

Annie reached out her hand toward him and turned it as she slowly clenched her hand into a fist. Ugly curled up in a ball, grabbing his crotch, and screaming loudly. Everyone around looked puzzled and astounded, not sure what was happening. But Annie was using her mental abilities to crunch Ugly's balls. After holding it several seconds she relented, but Ugly just lay there, whimpering like a little girl as he clutched at his privates. Annie didn't do any permanent damage, but she taught him a lesson. The bouncers picked him up and carried him to the door.

"Alright Staccato, that's three strikes and now you're out!" said the head bouncer, as he threw Ugly out the door." Don't show your ugly face around here anymore. You've really pissed off the boss this time. Next time we see you, we'll press charges.... or worse!"

Chicago street justice... I don't even want to know! So glad we'll soon be leaving this town!

We were asked to leave that club after I kicked Staccato's ass, but we just laughed since we were almost out the door anyway. The ugly bastard was leaning against a wall as we walked by. His friends tried to look tough, but he himself had a sheepish, defeated look about him. He looked away and would not meet my gaze, utterly beaten. I just smirked at him and tossed my head back as Annie and I got into a cab, heading back to the hotel.

"Oh Bob, are you hurt?" soothed Annie, as we rode in the cab. "Let me see your lip."

I apologized to Annie as she inspected my lip.

"Sorry that idiot ruined our good time, Annie."

"Oh! Not at all!" replied my gorgeous wife. "You handled that ruffian splendidly! I rather enjoyed playing the role of the 'damsel in distress,' with you as my heroic 'knight in shining armor'!"

Annie's eyes twinkled brightly as she smiled at me. Annie is still an old fashioned girl, and she really loved that I fought off three men to defend her honor. In fact, my chivalry and valor made her extremely turned on!

Annie kissed me on the lip, and instantly the cut healed. Her melon-driven powers are really amazing. Well, that kiss led to another, and I could feel Annie's excitement in my mind and body as it emanated from her. Annie and I were sucking face passionately, and she was gasping and whimpering with excitement. I slid my hand between Annie's thighs, and they were already slimy with the sweet honey that flows out of her juicy folds. Neither of us paid attention to the cabby. We're probably not the first couple to get all hot and heavy in his cab.

Fortunately, we weren't far from the hotel, and after a couple minutes, we were there. I flipped the cabby a fifty for that five-minute ride, and we hurried through the hotel lobby. We resumed our face-sucking in the elevator. Annie unbuttoned my shirt as I fondled her ass under her dress. My shirt was off by the time we reached our floor. The coast was clear, there wasn't anyone else in the hallway as we scurried toward our room. My hand shook and trembled as I fumbled with the keycard at the door. Annie was on her knees, right there before the door, frantically undoing my pants.

Finally, I managed to get the door open. I reached down and scooped up Annie in my big, strong arms, and carried her in. Her shoes fell off and landed inside the room. My cock was sticking straight up out of my pants as I tossed Annie on top of the bed. Annie sailed through the air with a scream, giggling like a silly little girl as she bounced on top of the mattress. The impact made her tits fly out again from over the edge of her dress, which made her laugh even more. Annie's legs were spread wide, and her skirt was bunched up around her belly, exposing her sopping-wet pussy. My undone pants fell to my knees as I jumped on top of the bed, on top of Annie.

Annie reached her fingers to run them through my hair as I crawled on top of her. She stared at me with her eyes widened and her mouth agape, a look of awe and wonder on her beautiful face. As I slithered up her sexy form, my thick, long tubesteak found its way into Annie's dripping snatch on its own. Annie cried out at the penetration, as the thick sausage slid right in between the juicy folds. Annie kicked at my pants with her feet as she moaned and whimpered. She managed to kick off one pant leg, so that my pants dangled from the other leg.

I grabbed Annie's overripe tits between both hands and gave them a firm squeeze. Annie gazed up at me smiling as the supple flesh expanded in my hands. Squishy breast flesh extruded between my fingers as Annie willed her huge tits to increase in size. Annie's nipples grew larger, inflating like balloons, and her areolas grew more taut and shiny as they increased in diameter. A drop of sweet whiteness collected at the end of one swollen pap, which collected in the indentation at the end of her nipple.

I lowered my mouth to lick up Annie's delicious cream, while driving my cock deep into her pelvis. Annie screamed at the simultaneous stimulation of both her nipple and her vagina. I locked my lips tightly onto Annie's nipple as I gave her another push. She cried out again, and her creamy white pillows enlarged some more in my fingers. I squeezed Annie's luscious spheres closer together, and milk sprayed in my ear from her other nipple. I pushed both supple mounds together, so that her nipples were next to each other, and sucked both pink tips into my mouth. Annie screamed out in delight as I sucked on both her nipples at once, as I rocked her back and forth on the bed.

The double flows of sweet lactation had their usual effect, and I felt my cock growing longer and thicker up inside Annie. Annie cried and whimpered as my hips slapped against her thighs with each powerful thrust. Annie's pussy tightened around my cock as her screams became more frantic. Her nipples swelled inside my mouth as sweet gushes of milk shot down my throat. Annie grunted and yelped with pleasure at the same moment my monstrous cock exploded. I rammed Annie hard, and rammed her again, pushing her body up the bed with each mighty surge from my cock.

"Oh!!! Oh Robert! My Powerful Man!" gasped Annie breathlessly, as the pistoning of my member slowed inside her. Annie wrapped her arms around my strong back and held me close, mashing her hot nipples tightly against my chest. Annie kicked again at my leg with her bare foot, and in a moment, she kicked the pant leg off my remaining leg. I reached under Annie and gathered her sweater dress in both hands, and worked it up from her hips, past her tiny waist, and toward her tits. Annie arched her back to allow her dress to move, but it hung up at her swollen tits, which had expanded to two feet each across, and flattened on top the bed at either side of her chest.

Annie is an old pro at working around her gigantic breasts, so she skillfully grabbed her dress and worked it over one enormous sphere, and then the other. I then pulled it over her head so that we were both now naked. Annie gazed lovingly into my eyes as I loomed over her. I moved my hips, and she again gasped excitedly. My thick phallus was still buried deeply inside her, and she responded to the slight movement. So I moved my hips, and Annie groaned loudly once again.

Annie held me close and rolled herself on top of me, while my big hard cock remained up inside her. Annie pushed her arms against my wide shoulders so that her massive tits flopped into my face. I grabbed a single two-foot wide breast and squeezed it in both hands. I circled my tongue around her enlarged nipple, and Annie gasped again with pleasure. A big smile beamed from her face as I sucked down another draught of Annie's sweet breast milk. Annie moved her ample hips up and down on top of my cock, stroking her oozing pussy back and forth. Man, that felt so good! Even though we just did it, I still can't get over how good my cock feels up inside Annie's snatch!

Annie bounced up and down on top of my cock, her long, golden-brown hair flying everywhere and her gigantic tits bouncing all over the place, shrieking and yelping with each stroke. It wasn't long before Annie's pussy contracted tightly over my cock in another series of orgasms. My swollen cock unleashed another torrent of cum, and I could feel it oozing out of Annie's pussy onto my hips, and dripping down my sides onto the sheets.

When Annie had enough, she collapsed on top of me, and laid there. I rolled her onto her side. Annie looked very drowsy. She earned her sleep after so much dancing and sexual labor. But Annie was not done since she had not yet had her "midnight snack" from my cock. Annie raised her hips off of my still-erect penis, and she kissed my chest as she worked her way down. When her lips reached my cock, she swallowed it into her mouth, and licked all around the thick stalk. She licked all around my hips and even down to the sheets, lest a single drop of my cum go to waste.

I love this girl Annie madly, and will do anything at all to give her pleasure. While Annie was caressing my glopped-up penis with her lips and tongue, I moved my body around so that my face was before her oozing, splattered pussy. A mingled mess of Annie's fluids and mine were smeared around her snatch. I buried my face in the juicy crease, and with my lips and tongue, did for Annie what she was doing for me. Annie moaned some more as my tongue explored her secret place. I lapped up the sticky slime all around her pussy lips and thighs. We laid there for quite a while, sharing some loving afterplay.

When Annie was all cleaned up down there, I began to suck on her swollen, red clitoris. Annie groaned with pleasure, but her groans were muffled by my big cock, stuffed in her mouth. Annie caressed my still-erect penis with her own lips and tongue, as her huge pink balloons were pressed against either side of my belly. I reached my hands down to stroke the creamy spheres. My fingers found her swollen nipples, and I gave them each a squeeze. Annie's cries of pleasure were muffled by my big cock stuffed in her mouth, but I could feel her whole body tremble as I pinched and fondled her nipples. Before long, more contractions tightened in Annie's pussy, and she splattered more stickiness into my face, just as another big load of my semen ejaculated into her mouth.

I don't remember anything more after that. Presumably, I fell asleep with my face between Annie's legs, and she passed into dreamland with my cock in her mouth. We slept soundly in that sixty-nine position, dreaming of each other throughout the night. We awoke like that in the morning. My sleep was disturbed by the sensation of Annie sucking again on my big swollen cock, and I opened my eyes to the sight of Annie's pussy in my face. We started the day pleasurably with another exciting round of oral sex. After we finished, Annie was the first to stand up and hop off the bed. She led me to the shower, where we pleasured each other some more as we cleaned up. Then it was back to the bed for still another round!

Eventually, we got dressed and went down the hotel's restaurant for an early lunch (since we sucked and fucked all the way through breakfast!) Hand in hand, we retrieved our car and headed out of Chicago toward home. Another day back on the road, and before too long, we were back home in Loveland.

Our First Summer (Illustrated)

Annie and I returned home, to the mansion house estate that had been my home since 1978. This house had once been Annie's own, built for her in the 1870s by her first husband, Bill. So Annie and I were both at home, living together as man and wife in the same house as we each had lived with our late spouses, though our lives at the house had been separated by a century of time.

Most days, Annie and I hardly wear clothing at all. Since we have sex ten or twelve times a day, it doesn't leave much time for getting dressed. Annie and I do it just about anywhere, anytime, in the house, outside, or wherever we find ourselves. Sometimes, just we simply exchange a glance, and that leads to an erotic interlude. Other times, Annie will swell her tits, just to entice me. (And I require very little enticement!) Sometimes we're in the middle of doing something else when Annie's nipples pop a leak. So we drop everything, and soon I'm pinned underneath her soft, pink, expanding spheres.

One thing Annie asked of me early on was to grow out my beard. She likes the way it feels against her thighs! She thinks that clean-shaven men look like little boys! She also asked me to let my hair grow long. Annie loves long hair on men, in the style of the Old West, which happens to be the same as my own era, the 1970s. Annie really loves big, burly men with dark hair, and a lot of hair on their bodies. I'm not as naturally hairy as her first husband, but as a bonus, Annie really loves my big, well-defined muscles. She loves watching me work out with weights. When my body is all hot and sweaty, and my muscles are fully pumped, Annie loves to rub her big, soft tits all over my chest and arms.

Though we do it several times a day in the house, Annie LOVES to get naked outside! She's such a total nympho! We especially love running out naked into the woods out back on our property. Even on those rare occasions when she does get dressed, it isn't long before she's got me sneaking away so she can take off her clothes again! (Not that I'm complaining!)

One of the first things Annie and I did was plant a garden in the backyard. It's actually a small farm! We have so many acres out back, and we have now made them into crop fields. Annie has many years of experience with raising her own crops, on her two Isles and at her mountain homestead. Annie really dislikes store-bought fruit and vegetables.

"Bah!" Annie complains. "I can taste the poison that is used in the raising of crops today! I know better how to raise my own delicious and healthful produce."

Annie and I spent many hours each day clearing the land and putting in our garden. Since it was now late June, the growing season was already well-along, and we could only hope that some crops would be ripe before the arrival of the first snows. It was especially important that we put in the melon patch, so that we could have an abundant harvest in the fall. I had neglected the melon crop the previous year, following Diana's death, and we were quickly running out of melons.

Though she is a Viscountess, born into English nobility, Annie loves to get her hands dirty.... well, she likes to get dirty all over! We wear some clothes in the garden, just to keep off the sun, especially from Annie's creamy-white skin. Annie has a pair of bib overalls that she likes to wear in the garden. And that's all she wears!

Though Annie likes to get dressed up and go out, she still looks gorgeous when she's dressed down. Every guy knows that it doesn't matter what a beautiful girl is wearing (or NOT wearing)! Honestly, I don't know why Annie even bothers with those bib overalls! Her huge, jiggling globes are always slipping out and she is constantly tucking them back in. It's very distracting... for both of us! And her nipples are always popping a leak. Well, I can't let that go unattended! Soon, I'm unhooking those straps, and her nipples are in my mouth, and then we're rolling around in the dirt, right there in the field! It's amazing we get any work done at all!

One thing I learned very early on is that I can't leave Annie alone for even a minute!!! As a total nymphomaniac, Annie is in nearly a continual state of arousal. While I'm more than capable of satisfying Annie's considerable needs, I can't manage to be with her every single minute of the day (as much as we both would like that). For example, out in the garden, sometimes I need to run back to the barn to get some supplies. Whenever I have to leave Annie alone for even a minute, I always come back to catch her playing with herself, squeezing her own titties and fingering her snatch. And when her nipples pop a leak, she's overwhelmed!

Annie always promises, "I will not do it this time, I will wait for you to return, my Handsome Hercules," but she just can't help herself! And when I catch her, she always tells me, "But I was only just thinking of you, my Powerful Young Lover!"

Annie's strawberry-sized clit and her continually-tingling nipples require constant attention. She's hypersexual by nature, but eating the love melon over the years has amplified her innate tendencies, making her an absolute sex freak! I'm the same way myself, so fortunately, we're a perfect match! Wearing tight clothing helps Annie rein in her impulses, otherwise we'd never get anything else done!

Though we always shower together, sometimes Annie gets in before me. Once her body gets all wet, Annie's thoughts turn to other wetness! It's common for me to open the shower door and there's Annie, suckling on her own nipple, and sweet cream dripping from the other. Well, I can't let Annie's precious lactation go to waste! I'll grab her other gigantic tit and suck on that nipple! We'll stand there together, each sucking on one of her gigantic tits! Then Annie will turn her attention to my long, hard salami!

Annie loves to pose for nude photos, and I have taken hundreds of shots of her. We've also made many hours of video, with Annie posing for me alone, and setting up the camera to take hardcore porno movies of us in action. Annie loves to pose for these photo shoots, and she also loves to watch them. Though she does enjoy erotic artwork and tasteful erotic photography, Annie is not interested in looking at porno in general. After so many years of melon-driven sex, Annie can't believe the tiny little tits and miniature cocks of even the most well-endowed porn stars! Annie only laughs at porno movies.

"Hahahaha, oh Bob, look at those little teats on that poor girl! And you say that an H-cup is considered to be an ample bosom? Heavens, how pitiful! And see that small little sausage on that boy! What could it be, perhaps a mere nine inches in length? Oh my, I cannot believe that child would strut about with such an inadequate member, and with such bravado! Oh dear, these poor children! They are so very ill-equipped to enjoy the intimate arts!"

With her expanding tits and my enormously swelling cock, Annie and I could make a fortune with a home porn site. We don't need the money, nor do we want the bother. We already have a huge fortune from her late first husband's extensive portfolio of investments, so if we ever did create a porn site, it would just be for fun. For my own part, I would have loved to post Annie's photos and videos on the web, either in a paid site, or even for free, just for fun. But it's so funny, Annie is absolutely mortified of the idea of actual photos of her being posted on the Internet. Yet she LOVES to have me post these drawings of her at deviantART, and to have her most intimate details disclosed in BE stories like this one at The Overflowing Bra. (In fact, it makes her really turned on!) Girls! Who can figure them out?

Our Mountain Honeymoon

After hanging around the house for a few weeks, putting in the garden, Annie and I decided to treat ourselves to a proper honeymoon, just the two of us. Annie and I could have gone anywhere in the world, but one place Annie really wanted to go was deep into the Rocky Mountains, off the trails and into the wilderness, to look for the site of her old homestead.

"Come, Bob," Annie invited. "It will be great fun! I should so like to leave this modern life and rediscover the wilds of the Stoney Mountains!"

Annie had not seen her homestead since the 1890s, before she and Bill left on their trip to England, from whence they disappeared upon their New Isle. A lot of things had changed in Colorado since then!

"Annie," I explained, "this land so different today than it was in your day. There are many roads and buildings. I don't even know if it'll be possible to find our way around like you and Bill used to do."

"Well then, we shall not know unless we try, will we?"

This was bound to be an experience! I was a total city slicker, and I have camped very little in my life. However, I always wanted to get lost in the mountains with my late wife Diana, and make love on the mountaintops. Diana had no sense of adventure, and she always crushed my spirit with her timid ways. Annie was the total opposite! She had a love and zest for excitement as great as my own, if not more!

Annie insisted that we only take light packs, and not lug anything more than absolutely necessary.

"Rest assured we shall find ample food and water along the way. Come, Robert! I shall make a mountain man of you!"

We only took a single bedroll for us to share and couple light packs with only some eating utensils, basic cooking implements and a single change of clothes each. No sunscreen, bug spray, rain wear, flashlights or any of the usual outdoor gear.

"Posh!" disdained Annie. "We had no such trifles when we travelled these mountains all those many years."

We decided to not take any melon with us. It would have been too heavy to carry all that way, and besides, our supply was running low. So we threw our packs into the back of my SUV, and headed off to the mountains. We headed down 34 into the gorge, and turned off at Devil's Gulch Road, basically following the path that Annie and Bill used to follow in their pioneer days. We got off at the trailhead of the Roosevelt National Forest, and Annie recognized the country. We set off on foot to the northwest.

We hiked along the trail, and it was vigorous work! Up one side of a mountain, and down the other side, sometimes following along a creek. We passed over some dizzy places where the trail grew narrow. Annie just scooted along, nimble as a cat. The trail was barely visible, it clearly had not been regularly travelled in a very long time. In some places, plants and trees hid the path. In other places, the way was eradicated by rockslides. Clearly, this was not a path that any park rangers would allow visitors to hike. But we didn't see another soul the whole time.

I thoroughly enjoyed the time spent in the mountains with my beautiful Annie. We walked along holding hands when the trail allowed, and single file when it narrowed. I loved to walk behind Annie and admire her curvaceous proportions. Her short cut-offs offered a full view of her creamy legs, and her ripe butt shook from side to side with each step. Annie wore a hot pink "Daisy Duke" midriff that tied in the front, to barely restrain her massive boobs. I watched the mammoth globes from behind, as they protruded past the sides of her tiny back, bouncing heavily with each step.

Annie was serious about making time in the mountains, and we only took a couple short rest breaks during each day. Annie loved to kick off her hiking boots and stretch her lovely toes. I loved rubbing Annie's soft feet, which were not accustomed to shoes, especially such heavy boots. Of course, these foot rubs would inevitably lead into another round of lovemaking! It's impossible to touch her sexy feet or any part of Annie, to look into her gorgeous green eyes, or to see her golden hair blowing on the mountain breeze, or her succulent breasts bound up in that midriff, and not give in to the obvious impulse.

Before long, my lips would be pressed against Annie's, my tongue sliding against hers, and my fingers undoing the knot binding together the sides of her top. Her glorious breasts revealed, I would lay her down on a grassy patch and undo the button and zipper of her shorts, uncovering her creamy flesh. Annie would pull off my shirt, and undo my own shorts, exposing the thick shaft of my cock.

Some days we'd only stop for lunch, and catch a quicky. Other times, Annie and I would light our fire anywhere, like on a sunny mountainside. We'd often cross a cool mountain stream, and we'd always take a bath and wash our clothes, and then we'd do it as our clothes dried on a rock. We'd break for dinner each night, before sundown, cuddle up for the night in our bedroll, and do it one more time before we sleep. Then we'd wake up and start each day with other round of passion, and sometimes do it again after breakfast, before beginning our day's hike.

We took no food or water for the trip, and it's amazing how Annie was able to find everything we needed along the way. Annie has an amazing array of knowledge about edible plants, and she knows where to find them. Annie has had a lifelong interest in botany, and she has studied the subject for many years. Between the plants and her sweet breast milk, Annie kept me well-fed!

As we hiked through higher altitudes, food became more scarce. We still found enough to eat, but not in great quantity or variety. Annie suggested that we would do well to add some meat to our diet. Normally, our diet did not include very much meat, but neither of us are vegans, and we will indulge in a steak or a burger on occasion. Along the way, we did see herds of mountain sheep along a hillside. One herd was especially close as we passed by.

"Bob!" Annie whispered, "Go catch us one of those sheep!'

"Huh? How am I supposed to do that, Annie?" I replied.

"Do you mean to say that you do not hunt?" Annie replied, astonished. "What do they teach men today?"

"I can't answer that," I sputtered, "but I sure don't know how to catch an animal bare-handed. Who am I, Rambo or something?"

"Humph!," Annie snorted indignantly. "I do not know this Rambo person, but in my mind, a man ought know how to capture his own supper!"

"Sorry gorgeous," I laughed, "but for most men today, 'supper' comes wrapped in plastic on foam trays from the supermarket!"

Annie didn't dignify that crack with a reply, but she turned aside with a frown and undid the knot holding together her sexy pink top. I felt the usual heart flutter of excitement, seeing the sexy babe strip off her shirt, but Annie just scowled at me. Her purpose was not sexual but predatory. Annie's luscious, pink watermelons giggled and swayed as her nipples were revealed, causing a rush in my pants, but she turned the luscious globes away from me.

Annie got down on all fours and crawled slowly toward the sheep. Now topless, Annie's tits dragged on the ground, so that her nipples slid against the mountain grass. Annie had removed her top to keep it from getting dirty, and also that her movements be unhindered by clothing. Knowing Annie like I did, I was certain that she was being aroused by this contact against her nipples, but Annie kept her focus, creeping steadily like a lioness toward the sheep, who just stared stupidly at her.

There is no end to Annie's sexiness! What a sight to see Annie's lithe form creep along on the grass, topless and barefoot, wearing only her cut-offs! Her movements were so fluid, almost as if she blended in with the grass as it was blown around by the breeze. Her huge tits bounced and quivered, and her soft nipples grew erect from dragging over the ground. My cock got so big and hard watching her in action. Annie made eye contact with one young lamb, and it seemed the animal was hypnotized by her dazzling green eyes. Those eyes have that effect on me too!

Annie's body was coiled up like a spring as she faced the lamb. At the precise moment, Annie lunged! She arced through the air like a lightning bolt, and in a moment, she had the lamb by the neck. The other sheep scattered as Annie wrestled furiously with her victim.

"Come quickly, Bob! Cut the animal's throat."

"Wh-a-a-a?" I replied, stunned. I had no idea this would be my job!

"Hurry! I cannot restrain it much longer!" shouted Annie.

Well, I might not be experienced with farm life or blood sports, but I'm not some squeamish wussy either. I grabbed my knife and in a moment, was at Annie's side. If anything, I was distracted by the sight of my voluptuous goddess, her hair flying around wildly as she struggled with the beast, like some kind of topless, big-titted, female Tarzan. Annie's sexy tits flopped all over the place, and her nipples quivered as she held a firm grip on the animal. Annie got on top of the lamb and drove its head toward the ground. I got my knife hand underneath its throat.

"Make the cut deep," instructed Annie, "lest the poor animal suffer needlessly."

I pulled hard on the knife and a gush of blood sprayed onto my arm. Annie released her grip as the lamb went limp, its life seeping out of the gash in its throat. Annie kneeled at my side, her creamy globes swinging, a bright grin beaming from her gorgeous face.

"Well done, Bob!" Annie exclaimed. "I shall make a mountain man of you yet!"

Annie didn't have a speck of blood on her, but my arm was gory nearly to the elbow. I looked at my arm, as if I had undergone some primal rite of passage. I raised my arm and threw my head back with a whoop of animal excitement, as if I were the victor of a great battle. Annie gazed at me lovingly, her beautiful face perched above the ample swell of her sexy nude tits, a yearning smile upon her sexy lips. My personal stock had greatly increased in Annie's eyes. I had taken another step toward becoming the sort of "alpha male" deemed worthy enough to possess a sexy 19th century mountain goddess like Annie.

My temperature rose as I stared at the topless Annie, her firm, round globes revealed, as if she were some primitive queen, my enticing reward for the successful kill. But our impulses had to be deferred, since there still was lots of work to do. I cleaned up my arm as Annie worked, and was amazed at her technique. Once the blood drained out, the knife slashed quickly in her pretty little hand. Annie skinned the lamb, explaining that the lanolin under its skin was a natural moisturizer for her hands. Annie gutted and cleaned the animal, and began to cut up the meat. I helped, following her instructions, learning a great deal of mountain craft in the process.

"We must work quickly, Bob. I fear that there might be bear abroad, which will be attracted by the sheep offal. Will you start a fire?"

I looked in my pack and found some matches. I used up several trying unsuccessfully to light some wood on the breezy mountainside.

"Oh my, must I do everything?" chided Annie. She sounded exasperated, but gave me a wink and a smile as she leaned her bare, jiggling spheres over my pile of sticks.

Rearranging everything, Annie took a long, straight stick and rolled the end on top of an indentation of another stick, amidst a small pile of dry brush. Annie gave me another sly smile as a tendril of smoke curled up, not even a half-minute after she started rubbing the sticks. Annie blew gently on her tinder, placing some small sticks on the pile. As the small sticks burned, Annie placed some larger sticks. Before two minutes had elapsed, Annie had built a nice little fire.

"You do know how to gather wood, do you not?" Annie spoke, sarcastically.

Humbled by her tone, I went off and rounded up a fair supply of firewood. In that moment, I was really sorry that I didn't learn more when I was in the Boy Scouts! Annie possesses skills that were common in her time, but forgotten today. Thanks to Annie’s mountain craft, we soon had a nice blaze. Annie cooked up some meat for our meal, including the sheep's liver, and then she smoked the rest, so that we could carry it with us.

We dined on the lamb meat, and Annie trimmed it out with some roots and berries and seasoned it with herbs that she had gathered along the way. It was absolutely delicious! I continue to be amazed by Annie and her skills, in and out of the bedroom. I loved watching Annie eat topless, and she kept glancing over at me, a smile on her face, understanding my meaning.

"Bob, you know that our work is not yet done!"

I just held her gaze, and she looked away bashfully as she finished eating and went back to work. But Annie felt my stare upon her, and her dazzling green eyes made contact with mine.

"Poor boy! It is noon and he and I have not engaged in relations since breakfast! How will he bear up? Well, perhaps we could quickly indulge in a creamy dessert!"

With that, Annie reached over her hand and placed it on top the prominent bulge in my pants. Annie pulled down the zipper and then worked the top button. My big stiff cock popped straight up, like it was an uncoiled spring, and wobbled from side to side, about fifteen inches long and two and a half inches in girth.

"Pop!" spoke Annie, with a sultry voice, at the sight of my big wobbling sausage.

Annie gripped the fat, swollen tubesteak with both hands, and swallowed it into her mouth with a single gulp. Oh man, Annie's mouth always feels so good on my cock, as her tongue slurps along its length, and all around the head. Annie bobbed her head rapidly up and down on the throbbing shaft, as I lay on my back, as though she simply meant to bring me to a quick climax.

My cock began to tingle at the impending release. But as much as I love a quick blowjob, I had been staring a long time at Annie's sexy tits, watching her nipples quiver as she worked on the sheep. I wanted to spend some good quality time with Annie's big tits! I reached my fingers into Annie's thick hair, and eased her head off my cock.

"Robert... what are you....?"

I cut Annie short by sitting up, drawing her face toward mine, and swallowing her tongue in my mouth. Annie protested.

"Mmmph... Bob, I would love to.... mmmph.... but we must hurry! We must clean up, and.... mmmm.....!"

As held Annie close on top of my lap, I cupped my hands over her butt, and slid them underneath her skimpy cut-offs. In a moment, my fingers were probing around inside the slimy folds of Annie's pussy. Annie jumped when my fingers found her big, throbbing clit. Annie can never protest once her own fire is lit! She groaned with pleasure, and then she attacked my mouth with her own. I moved my face to slobber onto Annie's neck.

"Oh Bob, you are so skilled in diversion! No matter the circumstance, I cannot resist your amorous advances!"

Annie's fire blazed as I raised her huge, squishy tits into my face. Annie plopped herself down so that my face was buried in her cleavage. My hands pressed the soft flesh of Annie's gigantic tits, squeezing the soft pillows against my cheeks, as I nuzzled my face around in the velvety softness. Annie wiggled on top of my crotch, her soft hands stroking my throbbing cock, pressing it tight against her plump belly. I looked up at Annie, and her hair was all amuss, hot lust radiating from her face. A wet warmth splattered onto my shoulders and slid down onto my arms. I knew that Annie's luscious tits had popped a leak, and that drops of her sweet cream were dripping from her nipples.

I pulled my face clear, to admire the sight of Annie's tits, squeezed together so that her succulent nipples were bulging into my face, drops of milk collected at their tips, her shiny areolas drawn taut. I took Annie's tits in both hands and squeezed them closer together, so that her nipples nearly touched. A gentle spray of lactation shot into my face as I opened up my mouth, and swallowed both of Annie's hot nipples.

"Oooohhh! Oh Bob! I love you, My Young Husband!" cried Annie, at the feeling of my lips and tongue on her tender pink tips.

As I held the soft spheres together, the flesh began to swell, squeezing apart my fingers. The soft flesh pressed against my face, pressing her nipples insistently into my tongue, and they inflated to fill the inside my mouth. I can always tell when Annie's beautiful juggs expand involuntarily. Annie just lets go and succumbs to the feeling, and allows herself to be blown along. I reclined backwards, allowing my head to be enveloped by Annie's expanding spheres of flesh. My head rested on the ground as the pink orbs squished against my face, the tender flesh oozing from between my fingers.

"OHHH! OH BOB!" cried Annie, as a gush of creamy milk was let down from her nipples. I gulped down Annie's lactation greedily from both nipples, which grew even larger, overinflating as I suckled. I could feel the big bags of pink flesh sag along the sides of my head, flattening on the ground alongside. Annie's body was resting fully atop my head as her tits grew, and the weight of her body was squirting her milk even more forcefully into my mouth.

Annie's body went limp, and she laid there moaning as her giant spheres expanded against my face. It was rare for Annie to get so aroused, so quickly! I wondered why, and Annie sensed that. I saw an image in my mind of me killing the sheep, and surmised that Annie was really turned on by seeing me in the role of a traditional he-man!

Annie began rubbing her crotch against my swollen cock as she moaned with pleasure. Her cut-offs were soggy from all of the sweet honey that oozed out into the fabric. Annie lunged her hips against my cock, and yelped with each lunge. Once again, Annie had a series of "nipplegasms," cumming just from having me suck her nipples! I LOVE when this happens. But my cock was getting chafed from the rough denim rubbing against it. Annie sensed my discomfort, and put her hands on my shoulders and raised her body up from mine.

Annie's nipples came away from my mouth, and a shower of hot milk sprayed into my face. Annie's tits were at least two feet across, and her nipples were the size of soft, pink baseballs. Annie looked at me for a moment in silent wonder, as the last drops dribbled out from her nipples. Then she slid her sopping shorts down along my body, and soon the thick salami was in her mouth again.

This time Annie really was quick. Annie gripped my cock with both hands as her head bobbed up and down quickly on it. Her tongue danced along its length with each stroke. My cock was so sensitive, and I was so turned on, especially after sucking the sweet milk out of Annie's tits. Only a moment later, my body shuddered and my legs twitched as a fountain of cum exploded from cock, into Annie's eager mouth.

Annie gulped down a couple of hot, sticky mouthfuls, and then she sucked on it some more, to draw out any stray globs. Annie popped her mouth off of the thick shaft and gave me a sweet smile. I do believe Annie looks most gorgeous in the moments immediately after swallowing a fresh load of my cum. She always gives me the most beautiful smile! Annie set down my deflating cock, and tucked it back into my shorts.

"Well Bob, now that we have shared our 'dessert,' I must insist that we finish cleaning this site!"

Annie put her top back on, and tied it in the front, stuffing her nipples back in. We packed the smoked meat into ziplock bags to cut down on the smell. Annie instructed that we should bury the burned bones and other contents of the fire as deeply as we could, to hide the smell of the sheep, and keep bears or any other predators from smelling it and picking up our trail. I took a collapsible shovel from my pack and buried the bones and other waste from the sheep. We did keep the sheepskin, and slept on it every night afterwards.

Return to Annie's Meadow

Annie and I hiked into the mountains for a total of four days. We were so deep into the wilderness, and we had not seen any roads or other signs of civilization. I've lived in Colorado my whole life, and wasn't aware that there were still any remaining areas this remote. Annie was getting confused. She didn't recognize the trail, and we wondered whether we had gotten lost.

"This particular locale seems especially familiar," spoke Annie, "yet I cannot identify any specific features. Oh, it has been so long! I fear that the land has changed in all this time."

We were hiking along a creek at a point where it became a stream that flowed steeply between two mountains. There were a great many rocks tumbled all around, and the site looked like it was hit by a bomb. Judging from the smooth face of the one mountain, it appeared that the entire mountainside had collapsed at some point in the past. There was a gigantic boulder where the creek joined the stream, and a lot of rubble tumbled everywhere. I looked down at the big rock and noticed an old engraving, heavily worn, barely visible. My heart rose when I deciphered the words.

"Annie, come here! Look at this!"

Annie looked down, and a big smile spread across her face.

"Oh Bob, you found it! We are here!"

The inscription was barely readable, worn away by over a century of weathering, but it didn't take much imagination to discern the letters that spelled "Annie's Gulch"! Annie grabbed my cheeks with both hands, and planted a big kiss on my lips, and her tongue snaked halfway down my throat. The gulch did not appear navigable. How ever Annie and Bill might have done it in their day, there would have been no way to bring a wagon through that pass today. It was late in the day, so we decided to camp there for the night. What a passionate night of lovemaking did we share, as Annie showed her gratitude for my discovery.

We awoke early the next morning, as the first rays of twilight were lighting up the eastern sky. After a hearty breakfast of berries and "lamb jerky," we set out to climb the boulders of the gulch. Up and over we went, at times jumping from rock to rock. Neither Annie nor I feared much for our safety, since we were confident that our melon-enhanced constitutions would protect us from injury. It turned out that only the entrance to the gulch was blocked, and the path was clear and open after that. Soon afterwards, we reached the top.

Such a panorama opened up before us -- the lost meadow of William and Arianna Gillingham! A plain of tall grass extended far off into the distance, and the creek curled off to the east, where a small mountain lake was visible. Mountains ringed the wide expanse, with an especially tall monolith looming over the north end. This was Annie's Mountain, the one of which I had read so many times. What a beautiful sight was the towering peak. Annie twirled around in the continual breeze, as she had done on that day of her first arrival, nearly 160 years previously.

"Oh Robert, I am home again!" delighted Annie. "After so many years, I have finally returned!"

I expected that Annie would kiss me and that we would get naked on the spot. But Annie surprised me by running off, toward Her Mountain.

"Annie, wait for me!" I called after her.

Neither of us could run very fast or far, with even such light packs on our backs. Annie soon slowed and I quickly caught up with her. But it was like I wasn't there. Annie was lost in a reverie of her own thoughts, as 25 years of long distant memories came flooding back. In my mind's eye, I saw the same view of the meadow, as it appeared in Annie's memory. I envisioned the phantom outlines of a cabin off in the distance, with a barn and other buildings, and a ring of small children running and playing.

Annie did not speak as we advanced toward the former site of her cabin. The breeze blew continually, blowing around Annie's fluffy, golden hair. Soon a butterfly happened along. Annie extended her finger and smiled at the colorful insect as it landed. Soon, several more butterflies flitted around Annie, as though they were faithful courtesans greeting the return of their long-departed queen.

I turned around to see where we came from, and saw that the twin mountains that separated the gulch. They did indeed look like a gigantic pair of tits. I laughed to recall the journals of Bill Gillingham, where he called these mountains "Arianna's Teats." They actually did look like Annie's tits! What a sight he must have had from his front porch, walking out each day to such a towering reminder of his wife's ample assets.

No one I ever knew in the family had seen this meadow. Its secret was last known to Grandma Mabel, who never took her own kids. Grandma knew that this was a prime piece of real estate, and she did not wish it to be overrun by some unscrupulous developers, should its location ever become commonly known. Even in this modern era of Google maps, it seemed that Annie's meadow has somehow evaded discovery.

We reached a spot, at the foot of Her Mountain, and Annie looked around. A look of sadness swept over her face. I couldn't understand this sudden turn in Annie's emotions. Her thoughts were blocked from me. We finally saw a rim made of stone, with grass growing inside and around it. It appeared to the remains of an old foundation for a building. Suddenly, Annie fell to her knees and burst out crying, wailing loudly at the top of her voice.

"They are gone! They are all gone! And here I remain, all alone! Oh, such a fate, that a mother should live so long in the world, whilst one's own babes should be long dead and buried."

Annie covered her face with her hands and sobbed violently. I came alongside and wrapped both arms around her, and Annie rested her head on my shoulder, her tears streaming forth.

"These are the remains of our cabin. It is all that that is left of our mountain homestead, where we had raised our children. Oh Bob, we should have never come here! Oh, I thought I had long since ceased to mourn my babes. So many tears did I shed for them over so long a time, and yet I sobbed right along, year upon year, 'til one day the font ran dry! Or so I believed, til this very moment!"

Annie dropped to her knees, weeping violently, tears streaming down her beautiful face. Annie again put her face in her hands.

"Oh, my darling Willy! My feisty Angelica! All my little ones, those who perished in their youth, and those who grew old and infirm, whilst their ageless mother lived on! Why did I allow William to take me away from them? Had we only stayed on, to treasure every fleeting moment with them! Oh bother! Had only my own life passed in its proper time, that my heart should not endure such anguish!

"Oh William, my lover and my tyrant, I loved you madly for ever so long! But I shall never forgive you for removing me from my babes! You denied me however much time that remained, that we might have shared together!"

I raised Annie's head and her dazzling emerald eyes were red and puffy. Still, Annie's beauty was undiminished, and in her vulnerable state, I only wanted to hold her and console her. I grabbed her golden-maned head and held it tightly against my chest.

"Annie," I said gently. "I love you so much. Thank you for being ageless, for living into my time, that I might share these days with you. I'm so sorry for your loss, Annie, but I myself would be lost without you. I need you right here and now, in this present time with me."

Annie looked up and smiled at me through her tears.

"Oh Bob, my splendid lover, please forgive me! I am but a silly old crone, despite my youthful appearance."

"Annie, you are no such thing! You are my beautiful wife, and you are the timeless nymph of old mountain legend, to whom I am honored to hold and love."

I reached my face down and planted a tender kiss on Annie's lips. It was a kiss that held warmth and compassion, not the usual fiery lust that blazed so brightly between us. I held Annie close for a time, til her sobs grew quiet. I then curled my arm around Annie and led her away.

We strolled quietly through the meadow, away from the site, arm in arm, following the tree line at the base of the looming mountain. It was indeed a lovely setting, and I reflected on the good fortune of William Gillingham, to have made his home here in this majestic locale for so many years with his beautiful, ageless wife. We didn't speak for a time, but I still heard Annie sniff and whimper lightly. Up ahead, I spied a depression in the tall grass.

"Hey, what's that?" I asked. Annie looked up attentively, as we both saw the same thing. We drew nearer, and the sight became more clear, appearing as a garden patch in the midst of the wild meadow of tall grass. We looked at the patch in disbelief.

"Robert! Could it be? Is... is that the melon?

"Not sure, Annie. It sure does look weird, whatever it is."

There was a matted tangle of vines bearing some sort of round pods, about the same size and shape as the love melon, like that of an enormous breast. But they looked really strange. They were a deep shade of red, with white spots all over, instead of the flesh-tone pink color of the love melon. Rather than having a deep pink "nipple" like the regular melon, these fruits had a whitish ring with a red spot in the middle, like a bull’s-eye. The ground was covered with these freakish melons, maybe about 20 of them. They were fully ripened, even though it was only early summer, much too early in the season for fruit. Annie looked around, back in the direction we walked, toward the site of the cabin.

"Bob, I am certain that this is the same site as our former melon patch. Indeed, this appears to be some sort of strange variety of the melon, though very dissimilar from any variant that I have heretofore observed. Also, I am certain that William and I cleared this patch before leaving Our Meadow for good. We always took great care, lest the erotic fruit ever be discovered by others."

"And yet here they are," I replied. "They look like some kind of weird mutation of the melon. Maybe this is what happens to that tropical island fruit after a century at high altitude. Perhaps the thin air and the intense solar radiation changed the melon?"

I thought to myself that the red and white coloring was like "magic mushrooms," the psilocybin variety that the hippies used to take in the 60s, that reportedly produced wild, psychedelic hallucinations. I never ate any of those "shrooms," even back in my "stoner" days in the 70s, but only knew of them by reputation. I wonder what would happen if we actually ate these melons?

Annie was kneeling across from me, and she gave me a sly smile. She was thinking the same thing as me. Here we are, alone in the mountains with no melons, only to discover this patch. How could we not try them? Annie looked so damn sexy! She was still wearing that midriff, and her tits were squeezed tightly together, the pink rims of her areoles sneaking out from the edges. Annie's gigantic knockers were hanging down, and rested on her thighs. The soft outline of her nipples could be easily seen protruding through the thin fabric of her top.

A thought flashed into mind, which I shared with Annie... in our haste to get started, Annie and I hadn't done anything that morning. Her smile spread forth larger across her face. Her fingers reached for the knot of her midriff, and loosened the ends. Pulling free one end and then the other, sexy Annie undid the two parts holding together the front of her top. Her huge tits spilled forward, revealing her bare nipples. The squishy globes of soft flesh bounced and jiggled as they dropped to her waist. Just like every time, a thrill rushed through my heart (and my dick) to the sight of Annie's nipples unveiled!

I scooted over by Annie, and leaned my face over to hers. Our lips came together as my hand reached out and touched her marvelous breast. The soft tit flesh felt so good in my hand, and the pliable globe yielded to my fingers, as I kneaded her puffy nipple. Annie placed her soft hands on top of mine, and guided them over the creamy expanse of her soft tits. It was still early in the morning, not even nine, and here we sat, in front of a large patch of melons with the whole day ahead of us.

I kissed Annie gently on her soft, full lips, as she glided my hands over her bare breasts. Annie gasped and exhaled heavily from her nose as my fingertips circled her nipples. My hands moved up Annie's chest to caress her neck, and then they slid over her shoulders, so that her midriff slid off over her arms.

Without breaking off from our kiss, the now-topless Annie grabbed my shirt and slid it upwards, exposing my bare chest. Annie pressed her soft tits against my well-defined abs, and pulled the shirt over my head. Annie wrapped her arms around my neck, squishing her gigantic globes into my solid pecs, and leaned into me, urging me backwards onto the grass. I reached my hands onto the soft curve of Annie's bare back, down to the narrow taper of her waist.

I slid my hands inside Annie's shorts, and cupped her butt under the fabric. Annie moaned and rolled her hips over my crotch as I squeezed her sweet cheeks. I reached one hand around to the front and undid the button of the waistband, and pulled down the zipper. Our tongues darted in and out each other's mouths as my hands reached fully underneath her denim shorts, pushing them free of her hips. Annie bent her knees as the shorts slipped over her calves, and then past her ankles and toes, to reveal the entirety of Annie's lithe form. My hands reached between her legs from behind. Annie groaned as my fingers slopped around her slimy crease. Annie cried out loudly as my fingers discovered the plump strawberry between her legs.

Annie slid her soft tits down my chest, and wasted no time undoing my pants. My big fat cock popped straight up, and wobbled from side to side before her gorgeous face. Annie gave it a tender kiss as she pulled my shorts down my legs and over my feet. Annie reclined her bare form against mine, and her soft balloons flattened against my chest once again. My chest was warm from where Annie's hot nipples were pressed against it. Annie's belly felt cool where my hot, throbbing penis was pressed. Annie sought my mouth with her own, and we lay there naked, kissing and caressing each other for a long time in the tall grass of Her Meadow, next to this patch of strange melons.

I pulled Annie's thighs forward, and tucked them as I sat up, so that Annie was sitting in my lap, on top of my cock. Annie reached forward and plucked a melon.

"Oh!" she exclaimed. "Now this is unusual."

The melon was quivering in her hands, like it was not entirely solid. Annie hefted it to her lips and smelled it.

"Hmmm... it has the odor of a fresh-picked melon, but with such a very strong fragrance. And it feels elastic in my hands, as though it lacks a solid rind."

I touched the melon, and it was very jiggly, and yielded to a poke of my finger. It actually felt like a tit! Like the fruit itself was made of tender breast flesh!

"Robert, it seems that we might bite it directly, without the need for cutting. Perhaps the rind is also edible. Let us partake, shall we?"

Annie raised it to her lips and took a bite. Annie's body shuddered roughly, making a gagging sound as she shook her pretty head all around, as though reacting to a very bad taste. Annie tossed back her head as she inhaled sharply. Her eyes rolled back in their sockets as her eyelids fluttered.

"Annie! Are you alright?" I asked.

Annie recovered quickly, and shot me a look of exhilaration, a wide smile beaming across her face.

"Bob! Oh my word! You must taste this straightaway!"

With that, Annie shoved the melon to my face. I took a bite, which was really no sort of bite at all. It was like biting into jello, but even more liquidy than that. The taste of the melon erupted in my mouth, but a taste more intense than ever before. An explosion of fireworks flashed before my eyes, and emanated outwardly into my head. The bite of the fruit liquefied instantly in my mouth, and ran down my throat before I could even swallow. A rush of melon essence burned my esophagus with a cool sort of heat, and radiated outward into my torso. I recovered my wits quickly, to see Annie's beautiful, smiling face.

"We must make haste!" was all she said.

Annie put the melon to her face and began to devour it. I grabbed a melon of my own and the fruit wiggled in my hands, as if it were a taut water balloon. I took a big bite, which instantly turned to sweet melon juice in my mouth. It was really weird, like I was biting and drinking the melon at the same time. I forgot about Annie for a second, so engrossed was I, even though her sexy ass wiggled on top of my cock as she furiously consumed her own melon.

Soon the melon was gone, and Annie looked at me for a moment, wild passion on her face. Annie's lips and tongue were stained a dark red from the mutant melon juice. I felt dizzy, and the scene tilted, as Annie went out of focus. Oh man, my head! What the hell is in that melon? We always get high from the melon, but this is so intense, so suddenly! Man, I am so friggin' stoned! Like never before! From just one melon!

I grab Annie's face and look at her. She is so incredibly gorgeous, more so than usual, if that could even be possible! Annie and I don't speak, but a rush of her chaotic thoughts flood into my brain. I try to think of something to say to her, but my own thoughts are a garble, like everything in brain is pouring out at once, the thoughts jostling against each other. I turn Annie on my lap to face me, and she just wiggles around her slimy crotch on top of my cock. My cock feels really strange, so incredibly sensitive, as never before. I try to talk, but words fail me.

There could be nothing else to do but eat some more melon! I reach for another and hand it to Annie, and then grab one for myself. As I put my lips to it, the insides liquefy and pour down my throat, before I can even take a bite. Annie and I gaze at each other as we drink our melons. My thoughts scatter into insanity, sheer insanity, as we both consume these weird mutant melons, words becoming colors, images becoming sounds, like a Picasso-esque kaleidoscope of sensory jumble.

The cold heat of the second melon spreads through my body like lightning, and my skin begins to tingle furiously. Annie rubs her hand against my arm, and it feels so good! The skin on my arm feels so sensitive! It actually feels sexually aroused where Annie rubs it, like the skin on my cock. Oh Annie, keep doing that! I look at Annie, and her eyes become even more green, like double neon laser beams radiating from her beautiful face, the purest shade of the color. I stroke my hands along Annie's tits, and her eyes grow big and her mouth drops open in a soundless expression of pleasure. I can see that Annie feels the same, that the sensitivity of her skin is also increased, and that she is aroused by the simplest touch.

The slightest touch from Annie sends ripples of erotic pleasure through my skin. An inferno of sexual fire ignites where Annie wiggles on my crotch. In spite of my intense desire for Annie, all I want is another melon. Annie's eyes tell that she wants the same. So we furiously snatch a couple more melons! Each movement sends ripples of air currents over our bodies, magnifying the orgiastic sensation. The melon vibrates in my hands as I hold it. Annie gets so carried away that her melon just explodes in her hands, spraying red juice over both of us.

The juice sizzles and bubbles on top of our skin where it drips, staining our skin a deep red color. Annie looks down at her tits, covered in sizzling juice, and then up at me. Then she laughs hysterically. I can't help myself, it was so damn funny! We laugh like a couple of fools as we grapple each other’s bodies, rubbing the melon slime all over between her tits and my chest. Oh man, does Annie's touch feel so incredible! Annie pushes me down onto my back and my cock pops straight up. Annie snatches my melon from my hands, and smashes it down on top of my big, hard cock.

Such an incredible sensation fills my cock as the juice covers it. My cock tingles frantically, and becomes even more sensitive, as the bubbling juice soaks into my throbbing member. Then Annie dives on top of it with her luscious mouth, sucking on my dick as she licks off the juice. My manhood actually vibrates in Annie's mouth. I've never felt such an intense feeling, even after so many times with the melon. Annie hums enthusiastically as she sucks my dick, which amplifies the sexual vibration. I grab Annie and start licking the deep red melon juice all over her tits. Annie releases my cock and moans ecstatically. She tries to talk, but her words make no sense, just a garble of shattered fragments of speech. Nonetheless, it's clear that she is enjoying herself, that her erotic sensation is also amplified.

As I suck her nipples, Annie somehow manages to grab another melon. She tosses her head back and drinks that melon down with a single gulp. She cries out as this fourth melon fills her system, and she starts to shake and quiver once again. Then I witness the most incredible thing. Annie's skin began to shine, as if she were all wet. Annie's flesh somehow becomes transparent, as if I can slightly see through her body, and view objects in the background. The deep red stains on her tits fade, but now all of her skin takes on a bright pink color, like the fuscia shades that Annie loves so much.

Annie looks dizzy, so I sit up and hold her by the arms. Annie's arms are even softer than usual, like they are squishy in my hands, and they have a slick, slimy feel to them, like when her body is oiled up. Annie looks totally puzzled by this development, but all she does is grab a melon and hold it to my face. I suck down this fourth melon with one gulp, and then its my turn to shake and quiver. My body churns within, and it feels as if all my insides are blending together.

I feel very weak, as if my bones and muscles can't hold me up. Or maybe it feels like I don't even have any bones or muscles! I look down at my own hand, and it also has a weird fluorescent maroon color, more bluish that Annie. Strangely, I'm able to see right through it! There are no bones, or anything else! My body has become a solid mass of... what? My head is so befuddled. My perception is distorted, like all this is some kind of hallucination. Never have I been stoned like this! This is the ultimate melon high!

I look at Annie, and she looks like she's made of jello! Her hair has matted together into a gelatinous mass, and is dripping down onto her shoulders. I laugh again to look at her, and she laughs at me, since I must look just as funny to her. All around her meadow, everything is now brightly colored, all the trees and mountains, surreal and melting, like some sort of day glow cartoon drawn by Salvador Dali. A cartoon sun shines in an incredibly blue sky that looks like a stained glass window. Man, my head is so fucked up! What's in that crazy melon anyway?

Even though Annie's body is colored hot pink, and she has a funny, cartoon look about her, she is even sexier than ever, if that can be possible. Annie's tits are like perfect spheres, and her nipples are all shiny, bright pink, surroudnded by magenta areolas. My insides churn, but I can't be sure with what, since I don't feel any blood. I try to lift my hand, and then my wedding ring just falls right off my hand, like the band just passes right through my finger. I look at Annie as her diamond does the same, like the ring just melts through her finger. Then her earrings just fall out of her ears.

Maybe we should be scared, but I don't care about any of that. All I know in that moment is that I want to fuck Annie, over and over, and fuck her brains out. But it's so hard to move with my new body. I'm able to lean my face to kiss Annie, and what a feeling when our mouths touch! Annie's lips feel rubbery, but the softest, squishiest substance! An electric current flows between our lips, and it's like Annie's lips are giving my lips an orgasm! Annie and I moan as we slather our lips, as if this little kiss was the best sex either of us had shared.

We rub our lips together, reveling in the orgasmic sensation on our mouths. I'm able to raise my arms, and manage to hold Annie's face with my hands. Another electric jolt passes through my hands to her face! It feels like an orgasm on my slimy hands as I slide them over Annie's slimy face. It's such a good feeling to rub against Annie like this. But I want more, and know than Annie feels the same. I reached my tongue into Annie's mouth, and cannot believe what happens!

My tongue snakes out of my mouth like a big blob of jelly, and fills Annie's mouth! My tongue feels like an elongated, malleable cock, and Annie's mouth like a soft, wet pussy! Annie reaches out with her own tongue, and the two lash around each other. Man, that feels so good! Our tongues slather together outside our mouths, like two snaking sexual organs that intertwine, wrapping around each other, and stretching over so that we lick each other's faces. We both discover that while regular movement is difficult, we can stretch our tongues effortlessly.

As our tongues intertwine, Annie flashes a memory into my mind, of the day that she and her late husband conceived their daughter Angelica, up on the slopes of their mountain. I remember reading of this in their old journals. Annie and Bill had a similar experience that day, with some very surreal sex, as they enjoyed their first mountain melon harvest. Annie told me they never had another experience like that afterwards, even when eating from the same melon crop. What Annie and I share this day is even more intense than that time, years ago, due to this mutated melon.

I finally figure out how to move in this state. I can't really lift myself, but I can easily stretch and slither. I want to slide my slimy purple cock into Annie's slimy pink pussy. But just then, I feel a familiar sensation as my cock begins to expand. Oh man, this is so intense, so much more that usual! It's like it's filling up with more jelly, and stretching like a balloon. Such an explosion of erotic feeling as my cock elongates and grows thicker, rubbing against Annie's slimy crotch.

I'm overwhelmed with my own feeling when Annie's pink tits begin to swell against my chest. Annie's transparent globes press against my chest, yielding under the pressure. I slide my chest around over Annie's expanding bubbles, and she cries out with pleasure. Oh man, my chest is having an orgasm where Annie's slimy globes rub against it. I sense that Annie feels the same, that she's having a continuous double nipplegasm from rubbing her tits against my chest. Both of us moan in ecstasy as Annie's soft, squishy nipples slip around against my pecs.

Annie's nipples are extremely sensitive, even at normal size, and I can feel in her mind how their sensation is amplified by this freakish melon. Annie's pink knobs swell as we rub our chests together, and the diameter of her areolas expand, causing Annie to moan louder and more furiously, as her nipplegasm escalates.

Annie's pink, translucent spheres increase as they slide around over my chest, and I slide my rubbery hands over the tops of the quivering mounds. Annie screams again as jolts of erotic pleasure shock my chest and hands through her tits. Man, this is the most incredible feeling! It's like surges of lightning are continually striking, producing a non-stop orgasm, as if my chest and hands are somehow cumming just from the feeling of Annie's swelling pink jello tits.

Annie's tits grow from their normal watermelon size, inflating as though filled up from an invisible supply of pink raspberry jelly. More malleable than ever, I'm squishing Annie's pink tits with my own squishy bluish fingers. The swelling spheres expand to beach ball size, and Annie's fat blobs of tit jelly flatten themselves against my chest. Annie's nipples are the size of oranges and still inflating, set inside areolas as big as frisbees.

I grip the slippery, gelatinous masses as tightly as my hands allow, and swish them around over my chest. Annie cries out loudly, but now she sounds different... liquidy, as if her voice is being poured out of a bottle. I stretch my neck over to Annie's face, and slide my tongue down into her mouth. It's startling that my tongue pours down Annie's throat, like a thick, viscous liquid. The orgasm on my tongue is incredible as it slithers down Annie's insides, and her muffled groans tell of her own throat orgasm, from where our two slimes mingle and interact.

Annie leans back over me and pours her own tongue down my throat. Such a sensation, as our tongues mutually probe around and explore the other's insides, causing orgasmic sensations to radiate inside both of us. Our minds mingle as Annie and I share our sensual feelings with each other, as if our pleasure is being doubled, so that she feels what I feel, just as I experience her sensations.

Annie's tits continue to swell, flattening against my chest, jiggling as they extrude over the sides of my arms. Annie's tits expand against my chest, and they must each be three feet in diameter. Annie's soft, squishy nipples indent themselves against my own squishy flesh, and a continuous erotic current flowing between the points of contact.

I feel an extra warmth against my chest where Annie's nipples press, and the contact between us is getting even slimier. I pull my head away from Annie, and our tongues retract from each other's throats. Our tongues hang in the air in front of our faces, tangled up like a skein of yarn made of slime. But the slippery appendages slide around each other, and finally slip apart. I look at Annie, amazed by the green fire that illuminates her eyes.

I slide Annie's tits upward to see some strange lactation oozing out of her pink nipples.... a thick and viscous excretion, yellow in color, not like milk at all, rather like pudding. I slide her nipple to my lips, and an explosion of flavor erupts into my mouth! A sweet vanilla taste, but so much more intense than any vanilla pudding. As the sweetness enters my mouth, the stained-glass window of the sky shatters, and it's as if the entire landscape does the same, the shards falling from sight.

Annie and I are now in a different place, all white with a hazy pink glow, but no features. There is no foreground or background, no horizon in the distance or ground underneath us. Just Annie and I... and the rest of the melons right next to us. I suck greedily at Annie's tits, gulping down several mouthfuls of her amazing tit pudding. Annie shrieks incoherently, and I sense that her body is wracked by an intense nipplegasm, too much, too quick for her slimy body to handle.

Annie pushes me away with her rubbery arms, and hangs apart from me. Annie wraps her arms around one enormous tit and gives it a squeeze. A thick mass of her tit pudding extrudes out, piling onto the "ground" (or whatever it is we are sitting on). Annie scoops up this vanilla mess with both hands, and raises it to my face. We both slobber this goopy stuff with our elongated tongues. I take Annie's hands and smear the rest onto my chest. Annie licks it off from me with her the stretchy appendance from her mouth.

Then Annie crawls on top of me, and bounces her massive pink globes in my face. Annie's tits are over a meter in diameter and still growing, and her nipples are the size of soccer balls. Nonetheless, I grab one squishy jelly bag with both hands and suck. Annie screams again as my tongue tickles her nipple, and my lips suckle hard on it. A thick squirt of tit pudding shoots into my mouth, which drives us both crazy. That magnificent lactation produces a wonderful sensation as it slides down my throat, sending waves of warm erotic pleasure deep into my body.

I suck harder, and another shot of Annie's tit pudding squirts into me. Annie yelps with pleasure, and rubs her slimy pussy over the top of my cock. The feeling was absolutely unprecedented, as an electric surge charges deeply into my cock, and throughout my lower body. An instant orgasmic sensation rocks my fat, swollen dick, and it instantly disgorges its load. Annie moans some more as she slides her sopping pussy over the outside of my thick trunk, now beslimed with my own ejaculate.

I suckle Annie's tit as hard as I can, swallowing mouthfuls of her viscous vanilla sweetness. Yet I sense that Annie wants me to suck still harder! She grabs her huge tit with both hands and presses it against my face. Puckering up my mouth, I suck as hard as I can on Annie's nipple. But then I suck it right off! Annie's precious nipple tip comes right off into my mouth! A sweet strawberry taste fills my mouth, coming from Annie's gelatinous nipple flesh, and before I can stop, I swallow it!

I feel terrible, having just mutilated my gorgeous Annie's sexy tit. But Annie only screams with pleasure, and shoves her tit hard in my face, urging me to do it again. Amazingly, Annie's nipple grows back! Instantly! So I suck on it again, and Annie's sexy nipple come off in my mouth again! Annie only moans in pleasure as I repeatedly suck off her nipple, which grows back each time.

I try to bite Annie's tit, but my teeth are as rubbery as she is. So I lay there, repeatedly sucking off Annie's nipple, which mingles with a flow of her thick tit pudding. I'm enjoying a sweet strawberry-vanilla dessert from Annie's tits, which makes my cock swell longer and thicker. Switching from one nipple to the other, I consume Annie's expanding tits, which continually replenish themselves. Annie wiggles her crotch against my gigantic cock, which squirts another huge globby pile of ejaculate between her pussy and my chest.

I could go on forever like that, but Annie has enough of me eating her tit jelly, and she slithers her slimy self around to face my cock. I can see the thick trunk through Annie's transparent body, and it's over two feet long and six inches in girth. The head is like a shiny maroon cantaloupe. Annie's long tongue quickly snakes around my crotch and belly, slurping up all the cum collected around my middle. An impression from Annie's mind tells me that my cum tastes like tapioca, thick and clumpy, a flavor she adores.

Annie wastes no time, and plants her slimy mouth full on top of my gigantic cock head. My gelatinous form quivers like jello as Annie's slimy mouth bobs up and down. It feels so amazing. I can't feel Annie's teeth scraping my cock like usual, since they also turned to jelly. Annie's mouth is softer and wetter and hotter than her pussy, and her mouth slime tingles all over my cock. Annie dives her head deep, up and down, and I can see the thick, slippery shank slide all the way down her throat, deep inside her body. Such an incredible orgasmic feeling radiates all over my cock. A fountain of cum instantly erupts into Annie's mouth, with extreme intensity, as if my orgasm is having an orgasm.

Annie's head bobs up and down on my swollen cock, disgorging gush after gush of tapioca semen. I can see through Annie as the white globs shoot down her throat. I manage to slither myself underneath her gigantic tits and plant my face deeply in Annie's snatch. Such an overpowering strawberry aroma greets my nostrils as I bury my mouth in Annie's tender parts. My tongue quickly finds Annie's swollen clit, and I swirl my tongue around it as I suck hard on it. Annie's clit expands and swirls back, as if it had become a tongue of its own. With my face fully up inside Annie's juicy crease, my tongue French-kisses with the slimy tendril of Annie's clitoris.

Annie's pleasurable screams and moans are muffled by my cock in her mouth. Then Annie snakes her own tongue down into my cock hole. Man, that feels so amazingly good, to feel Annie's mouth stimulate the outside of my cock while her tongue tickles around on the inside. I grab Annie's pink ass and smash her pussy down forcefully onto my face, so that my nose and mouth are foraging around in her slimy crevasse. Annie's pussy lips reach out from her pussy and stretch themselves around my face. Her slimy flaps of erotic joy slither around my face like squirming tentacles, producing an orgasmic sensation over my nose and cheeks.

My elongated tongue probes around Annie's pussy, entangling with her swollen, distended clitoris. I reach over with my lips and suck especially hard on her clit, and a shower of Annie's cum erupts onto my face. Muffled moans of sensual bliss are heard from Annie's mouth, which is filled with my cock. Annie's jello body quivers with a succession of sloppy orgasms, which spray repeatedly onto my face. Annie's tongue snakes deeply inside my cock hole, and she withdraws it with each stroke, as her head bounces up and down on my slimy blue shaft. Again and more, over and over, my penis discharges tapioca cum into Annie's mouth.

We lay there in a slimy 69, my jelly tongue probing and foraging around the depths of her pussy, entangling her juicy clit, as her tongue explores the interior of my cock. Annie sucks harder and harder on my cock, and then... she sucks the head right off it! Such an incredible, amazing orgasmic feeling erupts from the top of my thick shaft! Looking through Annie's transparent pink body, I see my purplish cock head float down Annie's pink throat, like a blob inside a sexy lava lamp! Amazingly, I can still feel the detached blob as it moves through Annie's slimy body, producing another series of orgasmic sensations!

The head of my cock grows back instantly, and Annie sucks on it some more. In a moment, she sucks it off again! The feeling is indescribable! Now I had two blobs of orgasming maroon flesh flowing around inside Annie's sexy body! So I suck hard on Annie's clit and suck it off too! Annie's screams are muffled by my cock in her mouth, and my insides are orgasming from every place that comes in contact with Annie's detached clit.

Annie instantly grows another clit, and I suck it off again, just as Annie sucks off another cock head. Another muffled moan from Annie as we share our orgasmic sensations, each of us having multiple detached sexual organs floating in the viscous insides of the other. Our bodies are becoming a single conjoined mass of quivering, orgasmic flesh. Squirts of tapioca shoot from my cock into Annie's mouth as its head grows back, and I swill down the strawberry gushes of Annie's cum that slather over my face.

We suck off each other's sensitive parts off over and over again, our bodies quivering and trembling with excitement from our mutual, sustained orgasm. Inside my body float the undulating pink globes of Annie's untethered nipples and multiple clits. Inside Annie's translucent body is suspended a number of unconnected maroon cock heads, each immersed in the swirling liquid of Annie's interior, and each producing an uninterrupted series of orgasms.

We lay there a long time, maybe forever, consuming each other's tender portions, and spraying untold gallons of discharged fluids into each other's mouths. Somehow, Annie and I retain our respective colors, even though our substances must be completely intermingled. Annie remains her bright fuscia pink, and I am still a dark, purplish maroon color.

It seems like I cannot eat any more of Annie's pink strawberry clit, and that she has had her fill of eating my cock. I roll Annie over and lay atop of her, inside the slippery canyon between her two humongous tits. I turn to face Annie, and her face is covered with thick, clumpy tapioca. But I have Annie's strawberry pussy juice all over my own face. We have both become a couple of slime creatures, sharing each other's slime. So I kiss Annie's lips one more time, and my clumpy tapioca cum mingles with her strawberry cum in both of our mouths, becoming a single slimy dessert.

Here we are, in that featureless place. The meadow is gone, as is the sun and sky, and there is no horizon or ground underneath us. We now seem to be weightless, floating in this blank void. Somehow, for no particular reason, the other melons from the patch are still there, floating next to us, as if beckoning to be eaten. I slide an arm over and somehow stretch my fingers over the surface of a melon, and manage to grip it with one hand. I pull it over by Annie's mouth. Her mouth opens wide, but she can't bite it. Her teeth have no rigidity. So Annie sucks on the side of the melon, and she swallows the whole thing with one gulp! I see the quivering melon pass into her transparent body and pop inside of her, so that the juice mingles with her gelatinous insides. Annie shudders and quivers once again with the exploding melon.

So I grab one for myself and put it to my own mouth. It sucks itself into my mouth, as if under its own volition, and also pops inside my body. The rush of cold warmth radiates through my body, as my fluidic form begins to churn again. The same ravenous hunger comes over me, so I quickly snatch another melon and bring it to Annie. I rest it on her chest, between her tits. Somehow, Annie just absorbs the fruit right through her skin! I watch as the red fruit just sinks into Annie's cleavage, falling into her body between her tits!

Annie laughs again at this strange development, and I laugh too. I pick up another melon and the entire fruit absorbs itself right through my hands! So I grab another and smash it into Annie's tit, and the whole fruit sucks itself right in through her nipple! Annie throws a melon at me, and it just sinks into my blobby chest. She places another one on top of my cock, and it swallows itself down the cock hole, making a lump to pass down the throbbing shaft. Annie and I laugh like silly kids as we throw melons into each other's bodies, which then explode like red fireworks inside. As we touch the melons, we absorb some their essence through our fingers. What an insane feeling as the hot, electric liquid flows up our arms and into our bodies!

We both feel another round of churning as our bodies became even more wet and slimy than before. The color of Annie's hair fades and becomes pink like the rest of her. The vanilla pudding oozing from her nipples also turns pink. Everything about Annie becomes strawberry pink, except for her dazzling green eyes, which remain unchanged.

I hop on top of Annie, and her body rolls and jiggles underneath mine like a gelatinous waterbed. I slide my huge slimy cock up inside Annie's wet pussy, which is even hotter and wetter and slimier than before. Instantly, another surge of cum shoots forth from my goopy phallus. But it seems like there is suction from Annie's pussy, and it sucks the cum out quicker than my cock can squirt it. So I wrap my arms around Annie's mammoth tits, and squeeze her nipples together at my mouth. As I kiss Annie's nipples, they kiss back, as if they are soft, tender lips. And as I swallow Annie's nipples and caress them with my tongue, they caress back, as if her nipples are two tongues, French kissing back onto my own tongue.

Annie instantly has a double nipplegasm, and two shots of thick, viscous tit pudding squirt all over my face. It sticks to my face like glue, and I can't lick it off. So I curl my hands around, on top of Annie's nipples, and then things get really strange! A pair of mouths open up in my palms of my hands, and start sucking Annie's nipples! Annie's nipples suck back onto my hands, French kissing my hands. I can feel a steady stream of Annie's tit pudding sucking into my hands, and flowing up my arms. So intense this is, to have Annie's hot pussy sucking a torrent of cum of my cock, while my hands suck the vanilla pudding from Annie's tits!

I lean my face down to kiss Annie again, and my face merges with Annie's! Our two tongues twirl about in a single conjoined mouth. I can feel my cock swelling as it grows thicker inside of Annie, becoming longer as her pussy sucks out the cum. Then suddenly, my own cock snakes up Annie's neck and inside our conjoined mouth! My cock head bumps against both our tongues as we kiss. I can taste tapioca as the thick stalk discharges its steady stream of cum. Then Annie swallows hard, and the cock head comes off again, and floats around, disembodied, inside our conjoined head, both our tongues licking at it.

That's just too weird, so I suck off Annie's tongue and swallow it, disengaging my head. Annie reaches her arms around my back, and wraps them around me a couple times! Annie's arms stretch like silly putty, and encircle my torso. So I suck even harder on her nipples, and somehow, the gigantic balloons of Annie's tits suck themselves up into my arms! My forearms are like balloons as Annie's tits flow up into them, and gallons of tit pudding squirt up my arms, into my torso.

I reach my legs around, and Annie does the same. Soon our rubbery legs stretch very long as we wrap them tighter and tighter around each other. Soon our legs become hopelessly entangled, tied up in knots. But Annie manages to drag my face back into contact with hers, and soon our tongues are entangled and knotted again. Our entire forms are completely knotted together as we float around in that empty universe, a continuous electrical orgasmic current charging through every place where our flesh makes contact.

It's hard to say what happens next, as our bodies lose all coherency. It seems as though our limbs fall apart at the joints, becoming a jiggling pile of pink and purple blobs. Annie's gigantic tits detach from her torso, a pair of enormous, pulsating blobs coming loose inside my body, and floating free again. My cock also comes away itself, and slithers along inside her pussy under its own power, and coming out her mouth to wiggle between Annie's tits. Though our parts are not connected, they rub against each other in a quivering mass, creating an endless orgasmic sensation throughout all the areas of contact.

Inside my body, Annie's huge tits divide, as if from mitosis, and become four tits and then eight tits, each tipped with their own sexy nipples. My detached body parts seem to become like separate maroon cocks that mingle in a pile with Annie's pink tit blobs, and both parts keep dividing and growing. Each cock has a mouth on the other end, and each tit has a pussy on the back from the nipple. Soon I can't even tell what was left of Annie, as though she were nothing but a quivering pile of round pink tits, and all that remains of me is a plurality of long purple cocks.

So each cock finds itself a pussy, and each mouth latches onto a nipple, our bodies becoming nothing but a clusterfuck of quivering, orgasming parts. A steady flow of strawberry milk streams from each these tits that mingles with the tapioca that continually squirts from my many cocks. Our parts are compacted into a slithering ball of elongated sexual parts, like a quivering pile of pink and maroon orgasming spaghetti, all stretched out, intertwined and intermingled, floating in this weird space.

It seems as if a hard shell forms around us, to contain all our slithering parts. This shell is the extent of our world, like there is nothing outside of it. Our slithering, oozing parts writhe and squirm against each other, so that we can't tell whose parts are whose. But every drawn-out portion of mine that contacts Annie's drawn-out portions shudder in a continual state of orgasm.

I feel my own continual orgasms, and also everything that Annie was feeling, so that our sexual bliss is doubled. Our consciousness merges into a bright, glowing sensual existence, where all that exists is a single merged, conjoined orgasm. Both our bodies are now a pliable mass of orgiastic liquid flesh, oozing with a mingled fluid of ejaculate and lactation, each jiggling motion producing a fresh round of orgasmic delight.

Finally, the parts of both our bodies dissolve entirely into liquid. I can feel Annie all around me, every part of her touching every part of me, as though our essence mingles at the molecular level, like we were both an equally mixed pile of quivering orgasmic goo, churning and blending within our shell.

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How long did that last anyway? Was it only a day or was it a thousand years? It was impossible to say whether the sun found us the next day, or if we had laid there till the end of time, and then come back around again from the beginning of time to be laying in the same spot. As I woke, my arms were wrapped around Annie's' legs, and her toes were in my mouth, as if I had been sucking on them all throughout a long night. My limp cock filled Annie's mouth, and it seemed as if she had slept with it like that. I spat out Annie's sexy little toes and sat up. Annie disgorged my cock and did the same.

I looked at Annie, and she never looked more radiant. Her skin was fresh and smooth and completely without any blemish, like that of a newborn baby. Her hair was a disheveled mess, and all matted with gooey glop. But her eyes! Annie's eyes glowed with the same neon glow of the previous day. As I looked into her eyes. the light faded and grew dim, quickly becoming their normal dazzling color. I just looked at Annie and she looked at me. Neither of us spoke for a long time, and neither could we hear the thoughts in each other's minds. But there was nothing to say, and we both understood that we had had an overwhelming experience.

Both of us were covered in a sticky mess, as though we were rubbed down with honey. The sticky goop was all over the ground around us. The tall grass was flattened in that whole area as though it were hit by a bomb blast. Lying on the ground right next to us were our wedding rings and Annie's earrings, all in one spot, as though they were placed there. We replaced our rings on our fingers, and Annie hooked her earrings back into her earlobes. I noticed that Annie no longer had nail polish on her fingers and toes. Whatever happened to us, it cleaned everything off our bodies that wasn't natural.

Apparently, we had consumed all twenty of the strange mutant melons, for there were none there, all were gone. Strangely, even the melon vines were gone, as if there never was a melon patch at all. Other than the sticky mess that clung to our skin, there was no evidence of the amazing experience that we shared.

I leaned over to wrap my arms around Annie, but the stickiness on our skin made contact unpleasant. Our mutually ravenous sexual appetite was sated for a time, so I was content to just look at the voluptuous goddess. We rose, took each other's hand, and walked together naked over to the mountain stream that encircled the meadow, which flowed nearby. Annie and I cleaned up with a bath in those cool waters. We laid there quietly in the water for a long time, and finally Annie was the first to speak.

"Robert, my strong, handsome young lover... did we truly share that enchanted experience? "

"It had to be a dream, Annie. How could such things be possible? It was like our bodies were dissolved and remade, like we were copulating caterpillars pupating together in a sexy cocoon. I really don't know what to think."

"Truly Bob, you must now realize that the melon is indeed enchanted. Surely no such phantasia could be attributed to a dream, or a melon-crazed delirium?"

Though I did not speak, Annie sensed my thoughts, that this experience could really be nothing else but actual magic. My rational 21st century mind could not come to grips with the insanity that seemed so real, yet so unreal. We washed each other's bodies in the cool morning waters, and quietly pondered that wild time in our minds.

I might have wished to believe that it was a melon-induced erotic hallucination, except for the fact that our lives became even more strange after that day. For one thing, since that time, Annie's nipples have a mind of their own! As I kiss them with my lips, I can now always feel them kissing back, as if her nipples were lips themselves. And as I lick and caress them with my tongue, Annie's nipples always caress back, as if they are tongues that French kiss my own tongue.

We stayed another day at Annie's meadow, exploring the area, visiting the locations of some of Annie's favorite sites. Her mountain pool was gone. There had been rockslides over the years, which rearranged the boulders and changed the course of the creek. Also, Annie's "Little Isle" was no longer to be found in the creek. Apparently erosion and the shifting course of the creek removed all trace of that island.

There were more trees in the meadow than in her day, and the whole landscape was quite different than Annie remembered. It was hard for Annie to locate and recognize landmarks that were very familiar during the entire 25 years that she lived at her homestead. Annie could not even identify the chevron-shaped feature on Her Mountain, which marked the ledge where she and Bill had their own wild experience with the melon, the day they conceived their daughter Angelica. Apparently the century of lightning, snows and rockslides had obliterated that ledge also.

"Come Robert," spoke Annie disdainfully, "there is nothing here for me anymore. This is no longer My Mountain. This place has departed for me, along with my former husband and our children. I must now look ahead to the future to be shared with you, My Handsome Hercules."

We exited the meadow through Annie's Gulch, and Annie never once looked back. The return trip passed quickly, so determined was Annie to leave the mountains and get home. But as we hiked home, and in the times thereafter, we walked with more spring in our step, as if the gravity were not holding us as tightly as it once did. We had no idea at the time what would be the result!

Taking Care of Business

After returning home, Annie and I were content to hang around the property for a while, tending our garden and fucking and sucking each other all throughout every day. But believe it or not, there's more to our lives than just fooling around! We have matters in the outside world that don't entail my playing with Annie's gigantic tits, and this part of the story deals with that.

Annie has considerable wealth from her late husband's estate, and I have a hefty sum of my own, from investments made from the trust income. Now that we were married, we needed to establish our combined assets in light of being an ageless couple. This is especially important to Annie, since she wished to re-establish her public identity as Lady Arianna, the Viscountess Berkshire.

All these business dealings are quite a bother for both of us. Annie despises her wealth, and cares nothing for it. She long resented her husband's greed that led him to place his business interests ahead of their frequent daily lovemaking. However, Annie does appreciate the freedom she enjoys as a wealthy woman, and having a potentially unlimited life span ahead, she understands the practical need to preserve her financial assets.

We flew on Annie's jet to San Francisco for her quarterly meeting with her attorneys and business representatives. Zack Richards of Richards & Richards, the prestigious law firm in San Francisco, has long represented Annie's business interests. Annie and Bill had first worked with Zed Richards, founder of the firm, in 1853, after their return from their Isle. Zack Richards is old Zed's great-great-grandson, and has managed the firm for many years.

I first met Zack Richards in 1979, when Diana and I were married. It was he who first presented to us the terms of our trust, with which we lived for our 30 years of marriage. I had not seen Mr. Richards since that day, preferring to give my legal business to a lawyer friend in Denver. Zack Richards was now in his 80s, but like many lawyers, not the retiring type. He came to the office every day, and still oversaw the diversified portfolio for the Berkshire Foundation, Annie's personal concern.

Annie was wearing a conservative custom-tailored business suit, charcoal gray, with a plain white blouse. Annie's hair was modestly pinned back, and her clothing suggested that she was making her best effort to appear professional. However, even the frumpiest business suit cannot conceal Annie's ample curves, and she exudes sexuality no matter what she is wearing. Her tits strained at the blouse buttons, and Annie was constantly pulling her jacket closed to cover them up. This only served to call even more attention to her full, bouncy tits.

As we walked into the firm, the receptionist eyed Annie up and down, scowling all the way. "This way please," she spoke curtly, and escorted us to the conference room.

As Annie jiggled down the hallway, all the secretaries and women lawyers shot evil looks her way. They all knew who Annie was, and muttered under their breath, "Zack Richards' big client... she's a 'big client' all right... I wish she would just pop."

Richards met us at the door of the conference room. Like every man, even at his age, he couldn't resist scanning his eyes up and down Annie's ample form, even though she is his client. But Annie is very used to that sort of attention from men, and rather enjoys receiving their appreciative stares. I, on the other hand, do not enjoy or appreciate such attention paid to my wife.

"Your Ladyship, please come in. Ah, you are as young and beautiful as ever," flattered Richards. "You appear just as you did at our first meeting in 1952, when I was fresh out of law school! Can I offer you a drink? I have a variety of fruit juices on hand."

"Thank you, Mr. Richards," replied Annie kindly. "An apple juice would be wonderful."

"I always envied your husband, Bill," continued the old man. "He was the luckiest man in the world to be married to you. Oh, I'm terribly sorry for your loss, Your Ladyship. We have not spoken in person since your husband's passing. What a terrible, terrible thing... to pass so quickly after such a long life. Such a shame."

I stood there like a wallflower, while Richards bantered with my wife, ignoring me as if I were invisible.

"Thank you Mr. Richards. William's loss was indeed tragic, but time heals all wounds. Let me introduce my new husband, Mr. Robert Penton."

Richards eyes narrowed as they turned to me. It was clear that the old man was jealous and that he resented any man accompanying my beautiful Annie. He extended his hand, and gave me an unexpectedly firm grasp. I returned his narrow gaze and nodded at him, squeezing back just enough to let the old guy know that he was outmatched, and that he should not trifle with me.

"Husband!" declared Richards. "Well sir, I must hand it to you, you must be quite a man to have earned the affection of the most delightful Lady Arianna."

Richards continued to look at me as we took our seats, and finally the light of recollection dawned in his eyes.

"Penton! Yes, of course. Of Loveland, Colorado. My father and grandfather represented James and Mabel Penton for many years."

I replied, "They were my great-grandparents. I miss my Grandma Mabel and Grandpa Jim very much, even after all these years."

"But..." started Richards, appearing confused. "Surely they passed years before you were born? You're such a young man!"

"I'm 52 years old, Mr. Richards," I replied, dryly. "You may recall that we met 32 years ago, when Annie first set up the trust for my late wife and me."

Richards nodded with recollection, but appeared disbelieving that I could be the same person.

"Robert is like me, Mr. Richards," interjected Annie. "He is ageless."

Richards was at a loss for words.

"Well then, you two are... he's really your.... Did you say husband? But he's also your...."

"Mr. Richards," I explained, "we have undergone genetic testing and genealogical research to determine that Annie and I are not actual blood relations. My great-grandparents actually adopted my grandfather Frank, who was the son of my Grandpa Jim's late brother. So I am a Penton but no relation to the Gillinghams."

No point in mentioning to Richards that Annie and I spent two weeks engaging in extremely hot sex while still believing that she really was my actual great-great-great-grandmother.

"Ah, I see," spoke Zack Richards, relieved that the awkward moment had passed. "I apologize for prying, Your Ladyship."

"Not at all, Mr. Richards," replied Annie. "You have been closely involved in my personal affairs for many years. You of all people can appreciate the... shall we say, 'uniqueness' of my situation. I apologize for not mentioning my recent marriage beforehand, as it pertains to our visit today."

Indeed, Zack Richards was one of only a handful of people who were privy to the secret of Annie's agelessness. Another of them joined us presently. Into the room walked a very handsome young man in his late 20s.

"Ah yes, Zane," said Richards. "Lady Arianna, this is Zane Richards, my grandson. Zane is an associate with the firm. Zane has been working on your account since joining the firm two years ago. I have recently apprised him of your... ah... longevity. We hoped that he would begin taking over management of your affairs. Unlike you, I don't expect to live forever!"

Zane flashed a toothy grin at Annie as he took her hand. He showed remarkable restraint by not gawking obviously at her tits.

"Zane," introduced the elder Richards, turning to me, "this is Mr. Penton, Lady Arianna's new HUSBAND."

Judging from the manner in which my marital status to Annie was emphasized, and from the crestfallen look on Zane's face, I could see that he was aware of the recent death of William Gillingham, having been led to believe Annie was an available, beautiful widow. Sorry for the letdown, friend! I saw Annie first, years before you were even born! I shook Zane's hand very forcefully, to make sure it was clear to him that I was now his client.

After that introduction, our meeting passed in a most professional manner. Zack sat back quietly, and Zane did most of the talking. Annie and I both felt that our interests were in good hands with Zane Richards, the heir apparent of the firm, as we advanced into the 21st century. Our business matters included the conjoining of our assets, and the fabrication of new identities.

It was already getting very hard for me to explain that I am really 52 but don't look a day over 20. I had a real problem at the last driver's license renewal. It's really hard to pass for 50-some when I can't order a beer without getting carded. Annie would be even harder to explain, how a woman can be 186 years old, let alone looking like a busty teenager. But Annie was used to that, as she has lived under assumed identities for many years.

The firm had "people" (unofficial, of course) who have arranged fabricated public records for over a century, including birth certificates and social security numbers and the like, to craft new identities for Annie and Bill. As far as anyone could know from the legal paper trail, Annie was her own great-great-great-great-daughter, heiress to the Berkshire title and fortune. The firm's agents would create an identity for me suggesting that I was my own son and namesake, the younger sibling of my own children!

Such activities are fraudulent and illegal, though the firm is very careful to use discreet third parties and otherwise cover its tracks. If anything could ever be legally proven, the firm would be exposed to considerable risk for representing our interests in this manner. Yet they have done this for Annie for over a hundred years. It had long since been decided that the truth would cause even more damage, to the firm and their biggest client, should it ever become public knowledge. Besides, the firm had long been well-compensated for this service.

"Now I must warn you sternly, Your Ladyship," intoned Zack Richards, "you must protect your new identities with the utmost care. Here in the 'information age,' it's much easier to track people than in your day. You must be very discreet in public and keep a very low profile, to better guard your secret. It will become even harder in the future to create new identities for you, and I shudder to think of the consequences if your personal history were to ever come out in the press."

"Thank you, Mr. Richards," replied Annie. "As you know, my late husband William was an overly cautious man, and he kept me cloistered away on Our New Isle for many years. I did little more than suck William's cock for years at a time."

Both Zack and Zane Richards jumped back in their seats, wide-eyed, stunned at Annie's brusque candor.

"But as many years as I have lived, I have seen so very little of the world and have enjoyed precious few truly exciting experiences. I would now very much like to do so, and live a wild slice of life with my new young husband.

"I intend to now assume a public profile, and become active in my native England as the Viscountess Berkshire. I do not intend to hide in the shadows evermore, as William had me to do. For what is the benefit of longevity and perpetual youthfulness if one is not to live life to the fullest? You are our attorneys, we pay you a great deal of money, so if we encounter any difficulties, we trust that you will resolve them for us."

Both of the Lawyers Richards looked at each other ominously following Annie's "Declaration of Independence," as though they feared the worst. And as became increasingly clear in the months that followed, their fears were well-founded!

We were leaving the firm when Annie received a call on her cell phone.

"Yes, Hoku! So splendid to hear from you! Oh, that is indeed wonderful news! Yes, your timing is excellent! We shall meet you at the airport and continue on from there."

After a short limousine ride, we were soon at the airport, where I met a most enigmatic individual.

"Robert, please allow me to introduce Hoku Jones, my personal assistant, confidante, and my dearest friend. I would have been lost in this world without Hoku and her loyalty and devotion, particularly after the death of William."

"It's my pleasure, Mr. Penton," spoke Hoku, softly, in a mild Pacific Island accent heavily flavored with the Queen's English, betraying a proper education in England. "Thank you for bringing so much joy to Her Ladyship after her long anguish and grief."

Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones is an absolutely gorgeous Polynesian woman. She has a copper-toned complexion and a thick mass of raven-black hair, that flows past her shoulders and several inches down her back. Her nose is small and her lips full, yet her eyes are an unlikely shade of pale blue, indicating the colonial English heritage in her bloodline. Her eyes have an elusive yet haunting quality, as though this woman is accustomed to keeping secrets.

Hoku seemed to be not more than 30 or 35, but exceptionally youthful. Clearly, she had eaten quite a lot of the melon, though not enough to bestow agelessness. In a way, she almost resembles Annie, perhaps due to her melon diet. It was impossible to not notice the ample swell of Hoku's breasts, which are the highlight of her shapely figure. She would have been the most beautiful woman in the airport terminal, if she was not with Annie.

I could easily imagine Hoku on a sunny Pacific island, wearing only a grass skirt, a flower in her hair, and a lei hanging down upon her bare breasts. But instead she was dressed somewhat conservatively, in a "business casual" suit of white linen, appropriate for work or a night on the town. It was impossible to not notice Hoku's snug-fitting floral print blouse, with too many buttons undone, her protruding nipples making evident the lack of a bra.

"Robert!" spoke Annie sharply, interrupting my reverie. I realized that I had been staring too long at the beautiful Hoku Jones.

"Oh, I'm sorry sweetheart, and to you too, Ms. Jones, my apologies. I hope you don't mind my saying that you are indeed a very lovely young woman."

Hoku blushed and looked downwards. Annie flashed me a smirk, and slid her arms around my neck, and planted a peck on my lips.

"Apology accepted, My Young Husband." Annie spoke those last words with emphasis, as a reminder, lest I again become distracted by her beautiful friend.

Hoku had arrived from Annie's Isle with the casket of William Gillingham. All the necessary arrangements had been made with the U.S. authorities so that Bill could be buried in our family cemetery, alongside his children, grandchildren, parents, and friends, including my great-great-great-grandfather Captain Robert Penton, and his wife Millie. Annie cried again as Bill's coffin was loaded upon her Lear jet. Soon, we were flying home.

Annie and Hoku chatted together during the trip home. So I went up into the cockpit area and hung out with Mike Kamaka, the pilot. A big Hawaiian of about 40, I learned that Mike and Hoku have been a couple for many years. A very tall and muscular guy, it seemed clear that Mike was also under the influence of the melon. Mike mentioned that he and Hoku had shared it together many times over the years.

Mike told me that Hoku's family has served Annie and Bill for several generations, since the time when they first moved to their New Isle, over a century ago. Mike and Hoku are among the handful of people who know about Annie's agelessness, but they have loyally kept the secret all these years. Mike shared that Hoku had been a special friend to Annie since she was a young girl. Apparently, Hoku reminded Annie of her long-lost daughter Angelica. Annie looked after Hoku for years, ensuring that she would get a proper Cambridge education, and later hiring her as a special assistant.

Back at the house, Annie and I conducted a simple memorial service with Hoku and Mike and my kids, where Bill Gillingham was interred alongside his beloved family and friends. His headstone simply read, "William Horatio Gillingham, III, 1824-2010. Beloved husband and father." Annie cried once more, and we were all touched by her outpouring of grief. Annie spoke at his graveside.

"My Beloved William, My Mighty Man, my hero and defender, we shared so much love for so many years, and I will always be grateful to you. You protected me always, from the sea and from the bear, and from numerous cads and blackguards who would besmirch my honor. And yet, your caution and discretion became as shackles over the passing decades. So hard was it to live alone upon that Pacific rock as you attended to your business. I now look forward to relishing the adventure I have long craved with my new, young husband, to taste the thrills long promised but never fulfilled. Rest now alongside our babes, and perhaps one day I will join you in this ground. But here I say goodbye once more, as I plan to cast your stifling caution and discretion to the winds!"

I got really excited to hear Annie speak these words, thinking of all the wild adventures that lay ahead with the Voluptuous Lioness. But looking back, with the benefit of hindsight, it would have been much better if we had exercised just a bit of caution and discretion.

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The story of Annie and Our Wild Adventures continues in Part II, coming soon!