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

I simply cannot believe that I get to spend each day of my life in the arms of my voluptuous goddess, Annie. Can't believe that I may observe her creamy flesh... to run my fingers through her golden hair... to kiss her full lips... to squeeze her amazing, watermelon-sized tits... and to suck on her soft, pink nipples. I still cannot believe that it is Annie's warm vivacious body that is pressed constantly against mine, and that it is her tongue that caresses my swollen penis all throughout each day. I am astounded that it is Annie's hot, wet, hairless pussy that I get to pound over and over for hours at a time, and that I am capable of making her shriek and moan with pleasure. I'm amazed that it is my good fortune to wake up each morning next to this vivacious nymph, to begin another full day of erotic pleasure.

From the time I was 15 years old, I yearned for Annie, lusted after her from afar, wishing I could see her just one more time. Just picturing Annie in my mind's eye would make my cock get hard. Every day of high school, several times each day, I would beat off to the memory of Annie's incredible, gigantic, expanding tits, which I had the amazing luck to observe that day of the family reunion in 1975. I taught myself to draw just to try to capture the image of Annie and her amazing tits, from the memory of that single day. Back in high school, I must have drawn thousands of pictures of Annie and her huge, expanding tits. The memory of Annie's sexy body, her mammoth mounds of inflating breast flesh, in all their nude glory, was enough to have me grabbing my stiff woody all over again.

But I did not see Annie after that single day in 1975, and life went on. I fell in love and married a wonderful girl named Diana, and we had a couple of great kids together. Life in our family was great for 31 years, until that stupid drunk crashed into our car, and took my Diana away from me. In the dark days that followed, wallowing in the depths of mourning and self-pity, my thoughts turned again to the amazing Annie, who I had only seen on that one day, decades before. Was that busty babe from the reunion really the same ageless nymph of old mountain legend? In the 2010s, did she still appear as a fresh, young, nineteen-year-old girl, untouched by the sands of time? Did the mysterious love melon, which kept me looking like a college kid into my 50s, also continue to preserve Annie's youth, though she was considerably older than me?

Thirty-six years of wondering ended on that glorious day in 2011 when the gorgeous Annie knocked on my door, not looking even one hour older than when I had seen her last in 1975. Such incredibly hot sex did we share that day, and every day thereafter. We wasted no time getting married, that we might face the coming years together, as an ageless couple, spending each day in one another's arms, our mouths on each other's tender parts, our genitalia perpetually conjoined.

Such wild experiences did Annie and I share that first summer, and into the fall. There was that reckless time on the road, having high-speed sex in a moving car, flying down a weaving, mountain road. There was that psychedelic experience on our mountain honeymoon when that mutant melon made it seem that were gelatinous creatures, engaging in surreal, slimy sex. There were incidents of barely-concealed public sex at our nation's great monuments and landmarks. And then there was the unprecedented experience of sailing weightlessly in the sky, sharing our love above the clouds over Hawaii. Annie and I have had sublime, mystical sexual experiences, like no other couple could have ever shared before.

However, we also got into trouble along the way during that first summer and fall. We later got into even more trouble throughout the winter and spring, and worse kinds of trouble, which has seriously affected our lives, and especially our relationship. The saddest part is, it could have all been avoided. If only we would have followed the sensible advice we'd been given, we could have looked forward to decades or even centuries together. But we screwed up, and it all came crashing down. Annie and I had some great experiences during that first year together, filled with exciting sex, out there in the wide world. I will now begin to share the stories of what went wrong, and why Annie and I must now live with the consequences of our actions.

Annie and I returned home from Hawaii, following that amazing sexual encounter in the sky, the remarkable skydiving "accident" where we floated weightless in the air and pleasured each other's nude bodies at 10,000 feet. The memory of that wonderful day remained bright in our memories for weeks afterwards. I'd look at Annie and she'd give me a sexy smile, and flash into my mind images of our naked frolic in the clouds. That would inevitably kick off another round of hot sex, where our minds would mingle our memories of that day, and imagine we were back there again, high above the tropical landscape.

Our minds were full of unpleasantness in the times when we weren't screwing like bunnies. There was the matter of an ongoing joint investigation by the FAA and the US Navy, concerning the "UFO" that shut down the airspace around northwestern Oahu on that day. Our skydiving school was at the center of the investigation, and at the risk of perjury, everyone there was forced to testify to the ludicrous story that Annie and I had jumped from the plane that day but never landed on the ground. In our own testimony, we admitted to floating in the air, and confessed to the entire aerial sexual romp. The Feds were pissed and threatened to throw the book at us unless we told the truth, but neither Annie nor I knew what else to say. We managed to not have to explain about the melon, or Annie's actual age, or any of the other unbelievable facts of our circumstances.

In the end, they left us alone, but our story was deemed so ridiculous that it was not admitted as evidence. The whole incident was so inexplicable that the investigators considered it a mystery. It was a good thing that we had previously stashed all the telephoto pictures that were snapped of us, high in the sky, which would have clearly shown the purported "UFO" to be two human figures with their sexual parts expanded well out of proportion! In the end, there was no evidence that could link us to the radar anomaly that closed the airport that day. However, the investigation was to remain open, and we were ordered to be available if there were any further questions.

Annie's majordoma Hoku Jones worked very hard to clean up our mess, conferring extensively with our lawyers over this matter. That poor girl Hoku really did not need the extra work or aggravation that we created for her with our wild aerial encounter. But really, we had no way of knowing at the time how much havoc we caused on the ground with our nude romp in the sky. Annie yearned for the simpler world of her youth, when one did not have the prying eyes of technology monitoring one's life 24/7/365. Anyway, since the investigation was ongoing, Annie and I remained in Colorado during the autumn months, so we just mostly stayed at our house screwing like bunnies as the days turned dark and cold. Even so, we managed to make waves right here at home.

Why Don't You Do Right?

In November, Annie and I sponsored a belated Halloween benefit costume ball in Denver. It was a very posh shin-dig, the kind I usually avoid. I've had plenty of money all my adult life, starting with my trust fund and then later from my own investments. But I've never had any taste for these society functions, to mingle with these arrogant pricks and their stuck-up-bitch wives. Annie agreed with me in the past, being an English noblewoman who had long disdained her title and all the trappings of the upper crust. However, Annie has lately wanted to move in those circles, and cultivate a proper image as the Viscountess Berkshire. Really, I'm certain that my Vivacious Vixen is only wanting to rock the boat, and shake up the stuffy world of those conceited jerks. And Annie is just the one to do so!

I wanted us to attend the ball as Tarzan and Jane. It would be a blast to walk into a room full of those society dickheads wearing a loincloth, with Annie in a leopard bikini! But Annie wanted us to appear classy, especially since we were the hosts. She had a plan, since she was part of the evening's "entertainment." Annie and I had recently watched "Who Framed Roger Rabbit" on DVD, and Annie wanted to attend the ball as Jessica Rabbit! It was a perfectly natural selection for Annie, since her own figure is even more cartoonish than Jessica herself! There was no way I was going to attend as Roger Rabbit, so complementing Annie's motif, I went as James Bond, wearing a straightforward tuxedo with black tie. It might not be much of a "costume" for such an occasion, but it was for me, since I never dress up like that!

All the dignitaries attending the ball were introduced in turn, and Annie and I made our entrance last, after the other guests had arrived. Our introduction was announced over the loudspeakers, and every head turned to us as we walked into the ball.

"And finally, ladies and gentlemen, it is my great pleasure to introduce our hosts, Mr. Robert W. Penton and his lovely bride, Arianna, the Viscountess Berkshire, appearing tonight as James Bond and Jessica Rabbit!"

A hush fell over the hall as everyone got their first look at Annie. Finally, the guests recovered their wits and offered polite applause to Annie and me as we strode in, her gloved arm linked around mine, bouncing and jiggling in that slinky pink dress, a perfect imitation of Jessica's from the movie. Annie was a big hit in her gravity-defying outfit, with her shoulders bare and most of her enormous boobs uncovered. I have no idea how the top of that strapless dress stayed up! Even then, that dress did not entirely cover her nipples, with the pink rims of her shiny areolas escaping over the edges. Annie's skirt was slit all the way to her hip, so that the full length of her plump thigh and shapely calf were fully exposed with every long stride forward. As she moved about, the sequined dress caught every ray of light, and sparkled like a thousand pink jewels.

Though Annie never wears makeup, she did wear some that night. Annie went heavy on the blue eye shadow and brushed her hair to cover one eye, with that sleepy, sultry expression of Jessica. Annie applied thick red lipstick to her pouty lips. Annie kept her lipstick fresh all evening, and I was envisioning a red circle around my rigid cock from those painted lips. Annie refused to dye her hair red for the occasion, since that is one thing she never has done in all her years. Nonetheless, everyone knew who Annie was supposed to be, and I'm sure everyone agreed that Annie filled out that glittering pink dress even better. Annie is quite amused by the character of Jessica Rabbit! She thinks Jessica is "cute"! The difference is, Annie really is bad, and that's why she's drawn that way!

We mostly received evil stares the whole night from our guests. The men scowled in jealousy at me, while their wives glared in jealousy at Annie. Mission accomplished! Annie really did succeed that night in shaking up the stuffy world of Colorado high society! All night, the women were glancing her way and muttering amongst themselves. Meanwhile, all the men came over to introduce themselves to Annie, some dragging along their reluctant wives. (Well, they introduced themselves to me too, though I was certainly not the object of their interest.) I even ran into a couple business acquaintances, and these assholes were much more chatty and conversational than I had ever seen before.

"Bob! It's great to see you," they would lead off, disingenuously. "I'm so sorry to hear about Diana, such a shame," though none of these sunavabitches had bothered to share their condolences in the year since Diana's death. "And who do we have here?" they would continue, turning to Annie, dispensing with idle chit-chat, finally getting to their point.

Annie would chat delightfully with them, in an usually flirtatious manner, laughing at their lame jokes and brushing their arms with her hands. I could see each guy flinch with sexual tension when touched by my voluptuous wife. Naturally, I had to hold Annie closely by the waist and interject frequently in order to stay in the conversation. But there was a reason for Annie's friendly behavior.

"I shall be performing a musical number after dinner," informed Annie, to each guest she spoke with. "If you enjoy the evening's entertainment, please be sure to make a generous donation to tonight's worthy cause."

Annie had already planned to match the evening's donation total with a gift from her Berkshire Foundation. Annie is very concerned with caring for suffering children in war-torn areas throughout the world, and her group oversees many such relief efforts.

The entertainment began during dinner, with an old-time vaudeville program as the theme. There was a stand-up comedian, a slap-stick routine, and even a juggler. A couple musicians came forward with musical numbers. Dinner was over, and the dessert and coffee time was wrapping up. It was time for the last performance of the evening. That was Annie's cue. The music from the house band began to play as Annie put on the microphone headset from our table. The house lights went dim, and a spotlight from the ceiling shone down upon our table, where Annie was sitting. My gorgeous nymph rose from her chair, and began to sing in her sweetest voice, reprising that famous scene from the movie.

You had plenty 'a money, 1922,
You let other women make a fool of you,
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.

Just like in the movie, men from all over the hall were clapping and whooping their appreciation as Annie strutted around the room, hands on her hips, just like Jessica. Annie knew all the words to the song. Ever since the war, Annie has been a big fan of Peggy Lee, who recorded a famous version of "Why Don't You Do Right" in 1942, and that song was one of Annie's favorites. Annie slinked her way from table to table, putting her hands on the shoulders of all the male guests. A couple men were wearing ties, and Annie grabbed them and pulled them slowly as she walked by, as if those cravats around their necks were big long phalluses that she was stroking.

You're sittin' there, wonderin' what it's all about,
If you ain't got no money, they will put you out,
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.

The band played all four verses, so that Annie could sing the full-length version of the song. But she had all the men in the crowd eating out of her hand from the first line. One guy stood up before Annie as she walked by his table, but she laid her hands on his shoulders, and reclined him backwards into his seat, protruding her ample bosom toward his face. The bright glare of the spotlight illuminated Annie's form, and the sparkling sequins glittered like flashbulbs, exploding pink radiance from every inch of her curvaceous form. The entire hall crackled with Annie's sexual energy as her sweet voice crooned the song.

Now if you had prepared twenty years ago,
You wouldn't be a-wanderin' now from door to door,
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.

Annie swung her hips from side to side as she slithered around the room. I watched with considerable jealousy as Annie brushed her huge tits against one man after another, bouncing her barely-concealed juggs right at the eye level of so many more. I was happy in Hawaii when Annie first started losing her inhibitions, but seeing her now, flirting brazenly with other men, I was starting to be not so happy.

At the table of a prominent, wealthy businessman, Annie put her pump up on the table, so that the slit in her dress parted the full length of her creamy thigh, which was right next to his face. I can only imagine the reaction of this guy's wife to Annie's provocative move. Annie brutally teased the men like Jessica did in that scene at the Pen and Ink Club, and I had no doubt that every cock in the room was rock-hard. Looking around, all the guys were breathing heavily, and many were wiping sweat from their faces.

Why don't you doooooooooooo riiiiiiiiiight,
Like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.

The piano player included a solo, and Annie worked her way around the room, from table to table. Annie picked up some guy's napkin at one table and slid it against his face. She grabbed another guy's napkin and dropped it into his lap, right on top of his undoubtedly rigid cock. She smiled at another guy and then turned her back to him, wiggling her butt from side to side as she walked away. Then Annie slinked back around to me, sensually, seductively. Annie stared into my eyes with her own green dazzling jewels as she stepped my way, as she began the last verse.

I fell for your jivin' and I took you in,
Now all you got to offer me's a drink of gin,
Why don't you do right, like some other men do?
Get out of here and get me some money too.

Annie leaned her hands on my shoulders and mussed my hair as she sang, and inclined her cleavage right into my face. That moment, with that hot light shining down on us, blinding me before that assembled crowd, with Annie's soft, juicy tits pressed against my cheeks, was abruptly, intensely arousing, more so that I could have ever expected. I sensed Annie's desire for me pour out of every pore in her body. Taking my head in her hands, Annie leaned her face down to mine. Slowly, in her most sultry voice, her lips an inch from mine, Annie sang the last lines of the song.

Why don't you dooo riiiight,
Like some other men.... dooooooooo?

As her singing lines ended, Annie stood up, turned sharply, and walked toward the curtain, swaying her hips. Annie turned and winked right at me, and crinkled her finger at me in the "come hither" gesture. I didn't need another hint. I was out of my seat and following her. The last bars of the smooth, bluesy song were drifting over the speakers as I caught up to Annie. The men in the crowd were on their feet cheering and shouting wildly for Annie, in appreciation of her sexy performance, as we disappeared behind the curtain. But Annie did not show herself again, following the old show-biz maxim, "always keep them wanting more."

With no warning, Annie grabbed the lapels of my tux and jerked my body toward hers, planting her lips onto my mouth. Her arms encircled my neck tightly as Annie plunged her tongue down my throat. Annie's huge tits were squeezed against my chest, and the heat from her mammoth mounds of flesh took the press out of my tux. I grabbed Annie's plump ass and pulled her hips tightly against my crotch as I sucked her tongue with my mouth. Off stage, the announcer was blathering on, thanking everyone for their kind donations, and inviting everyone to stick around and dance. We later heard the donations were double of the expected amount. I might have loved to hang around and dance with my sexy wife, but our fire was blazing hot and bright, and we both knew what we needed to do right away.

We burst out the back door of the hall, and what do you know! There was someone's limo, sitting right there. The driver wasn't around, so I tried the door. It was unlocked! In a moment, Annie and I were inside that limo, urgently sucking face. Annie's hands worked over the top of my tux jacket, sliding it right off my shoulders and arms. Annie went to work on my shirt and tie as I buried my face again in her cleavage. This time, Annie's huge tits flopped right out of the top of that dress, as if they were only being held there by her will power. I nuzzled my face against Annie's creamy pillows, and kissed her soft, pink nipples.

Annie and I were breathing heavy, and her breathy gasps became whimpers as she frantically worked at the zipper of my pants. I held one of Annie's enormous juggs with both hands as my tongue licked all over her taut nipple. Finally, Annie got the fly open and pulled my long, hard penis from my pants. Annie jerked her body downward, pulling her sweet nipple from my mouth, and nearly crying with pent-up desire, Annie opened her mouth onto my swollen cock. Annie hummed with pleasure and satisfaction as her lipsticked mouth painted that red ring around my cock, as I had fantasized all evening. I ran my fingers through Annie's luxurious hair and held her head as her mouth caressed my member with her tongue. Back and forth did Annie's head bob on my huge cock, her tongue tickling the head with each stroke.

"MMMMMMM," enthused Annie as she slobbered up and down on my thick trunk.

"Oh Bob, I could barely restrain myself!" Annie confessed, between urgent licking and sucking. "It was as if I could have suckled every cock in that hall! Mmmmm... *slurp*. Oh My Love, all those men! Mmmm... *slobber*. All of them wanting me! Yearning for me! I could feel every one them, I could sense that all those rigid penises were intended for me! It was nearly more than I could endure!"

I felt a strange mixture of jealousy and resentment combined with hot lust and titillation. I was pissed to hear that my Annie was feeling this way about other men, but hot damn, I was so turned on that the same sexy babe who lathered up all the males in that crowd was sucking on MY cock and no one else�s!

My hot tubesteak swelled longer and harder in Annie's wet mouth, as she wrapped her gloved fingers around the base of its shank. Annie sensed my arousal, and hummed with greater enthusiasm, which fanned my flames hotter and hotter. Annie's tits were flopping around, bouncing against my thighs as her head and shoulders bounced up and down on my manhood. My cock vibrated from inside as I panted like a racehorse, and the full thrush in the roots of my groin told of the imminent release. My whole body shook and trembled as Annie performed her magic with her lips and tongue.

With her usual perfect timing, Annie sucked deeply with her mouth, drew down on it with all the suction she could muster, at the precise moment when my cock shot its load. I could sense Annie's bliss as she herself orgasmed, her erotic joy culminating simply from giving me such pleasure. Annie groaned with enthusiasm as one hot, sticky cumshot entered her sweet mouth, and then another, and another again. With my ejaculating penis inside her mouth, Annie looked up at me with love shining from her dazzling green eyes. Annie held my gaze as she gulped and swallowed loudly, eagerly lapping down my cum. My fingers gripped her hair and held her head tightly as she proved her love for me yet again.

Annie popped off her mouth as she released my cock, smiling at me with cum-coated teeth. She sensually licked her teeth with her tongue, and circled back around her lips, clearing off stray globs of my semen. Then Annie climbed up on top of me, with her huge tits flopping out of the top of her dress. Annie spread apart her thighs over my crotch, her dress parted over either side of my hips. Annie never wears panties, and I could feel the heat of her wet pussy radiating onto my crotch as she slowly lowered it onto the head of my rigid cock. Annie gasped and whimpered pitifully as my thick shaft penetrated her gooey crease. Such an incredible feeling it is, so much more than mere sex, when Annie's hot snatch first envelops my swollen cock.

Annie pressed her enormous tits together with her gloved hands, offering them to my eager mouth. I kissed each of Annie's nipples eagerly as I took them into my hands. My fingers sank deeply into the squishy softness of Annie's pink watermelons. I could feel the tender flesh bulging out between my fingers as my tongue caressed her soft, pink tips. Annie moaned ecstatically as I orally stimulated her nipples. Annie's nipples kissed back like they do, and my tongue was french kissing with Annie's tender buds, which circled around my tongue as it circled them. She wiggled around over my cock, and then raised her hips and dropped them down again. Oh man, it is so amazing... Annie's creamy balloons pressed against my face while her slimy hot snatch strokes up and down along my cock.

I sat back in the seat of the limo, sucking Annie's soft nipples, as she did all the galloping. Up and down Annie bounced on my cock, as my tongue raced from one pink tip to the other. The whole limo was rocking as Annie did her thing, yelping and crying with pleasure. Sweet streams of Annie's milk squirted from her nipples, and sprayed all over my face as her body lurched wildly up and down, her hair flying everywhere. It wasn't long before I could feel Annie's snatch tighten on my cock. A big slurp from Annie's pussy was heard as she grunted loudly. Another slurp and another grunt as Annie orgasmed again.

My cock was tingling madly with another downward thrust of Annie's hips as she orgasmed yet again. I buried my face in Annie's creamy chest balloons as she bounced through more orgasms, dribbles of her warm lactation wetting my shirt collar. Annie wrapped both arms around my head and held it against her bosom, as I grasped her hips against mine. I lunged upward with my hips and threw my head backwards, as a powerful surge of semen ejaculated from my cock. Annie shrieked and bellowed as I pumped my seed into her sweetest place, again and again and again. The whole limo was rocking from side to side as we worked its shocks and springs.

Annie held my head inside her sweat-smeared cleavage as both of us, gasping, tried to catch our breath. We both gyrated our hips, gently circling our genitals, in the warm, fuzzy afterglow of sex. My hands slid from the softness of Annie's bare back, down onto the roughness of her sequined dress that covered her hips and butt.

"I love you so much, Bob," spoke Annie, with much heartfelt emotion. "And I LOVE fucking you! I love your enormous cock!"

"I love you too, Annie," I replied, my nose nuzzling against a massive breast, again amazed at my incredible good fortune to be with the girl of my dreams. Annie was becoming quite the exhibitionist lately, first with the wet t-shirt contest in Hawaii and then her performance tonight. She is really getting off on making men hot. Annie always warned me that underneath her huge tits beat the heart of a wanton slut. I'll try to deal with Annie's new impulse, as long as my cock is the only one that she plays with.

Suddenly, there was a quick rapping of knuckles on the window!

"Who's in there? Open up!" spoke an angry voice.

In another second, the locks clicked, and before we could reply, the limo door swung open. In peered at the rough mug of Mr. Saunders, the head of security for the party hall. I could see the uniformed limo driver outside the door, also looking in. Clearly, the driver called Saunders over after seeing us rocking his car. He probably also heard Annie screaming and carrying on, since she would have been impossible to miss! At the sight of these men, Annie quickly covered her nipples with her gloved hands. I pulled Annie close against my chest, to hide her tits even more from the unwelcome gaze. Saunders blanched, and looked startled and dumbfounded, like he just saw a ghost.

"M-Mr. Penton! ...Uh.... Oh... Mrs. Penton! I... I really don't...." sputtered Saunders.

"Might we please have a moment? There's a good chap," quipped Annie, ever quick with words, delivered with her crisp English deportment.

Saunders took the hint and quickly shut the door. Annie and I looked at each other, and we both exploded into laughter! I grabbed Annie's face and kissed her passionately, which she returned with a fury. Not wishing to remain a spectacle any longer than necessary, Annie boosted her hips off my cock. Without removing her glove, Annie clutched my slimy, deflating rod and gave it a good lick from bottom to top, and then swallowed the whole thing into her sweet mouth. Annie slid her lips off my cock like it was a popsicle, and flashed me another sexy smile as she stuffed it back into my pants. Annie pulled the top of her dress back over her nipples, and fidgeted it into place as I zipped up my fly and grabbed my jacket.

We knocked on the door and then it swung open for us from the outside. With the jacket slung over my shoulder, I stepped casually out of the limo and gave a smart nod and a smirk to Saunders and the driver, who both knowingly returned the smile. Summoning her dignity, Annie extended her hand to mine as I helped her step out of the limo. She held her head high and smiled as if nothing at all had transpired, though her hair was completely mussed and disheveled, and her lipstick smeared all around her mouth. I reached into my pocket and found my money clip. I peeled off three Ben Franklins and handed them to Saunders, and did the same for the driver.

"Sorry for the trouble, guys," I told them, nonchalantly. "I don't think there's anything here to talk about, do you?"

"No sir, Mr. Penton," agreed both men, smiling as they accepted the bills and shoved them into their pockets.

Fortunately, there was no mess left behind in the limo, since it was smeared all over Annie's dress and the front of the slacks of my tux. Neither of those guys acted like they noticed, so I sauntered away back to our Jag with my beautiful Annie hanging off my arm. We left the final arrangements for the ball in the capable hands of our people, who made sure that everyone had a good time. Annie and I laughed again as the Jag sped out of the parking lot and toward the freeway. Before too long, Annie and I were back at our mansion in Loveland, where our party continued until well past sunrise. All in all, it was a very successful event, both for fundraising purposes as well as for Annie and me!

Wintering Over With Annie

Though our harvest was bountiful, Annie and I were consuming melons at an alarming rate. Before winter even began, we had spent so many days fucking and sucking each other that we already polished off about three-quarters of the year's crop by December.

"Not to worry, Bob," Annie assured me, "we always have an abundant melon crop year-round at my Isle. I should like to take you there soon."

I was interested in visiting Annie's tropical island, and since our melon stores were dwindling quickly, we had a very good reason to visit her long-time home in the Pacific.

Annie and I enjoyed a wonderful Christmas at home. I really love that Annie is such an old fashioned girl! She cooked up a fabulous traditional English Christmas dinner, complete with a turkey, roasted chestnuts, and a plum pudding. My daughter Mabel helped Annie cook, and my son Jim joined us for dinner, and we all exchanged presents afterwards. After the kids went to their homes, Annie and I threw a yule log on the fire, and curled up to enjoy some Christmas cheer!

We celebrated the new year on Times Square in New York City. It was a whim, and seemed like a fun thing to do. Neither Annie nor I enjoy big cities, but what the hell, it sure was a different experience. We really don't have friends to spend holidays with, since we are both alone together nearly all the time, rolling around naked. So there we were, crammed into the middle of a big crowd, waiting for the ball to drop to usher in the new year. Annie looked up at the Empire State Building.

"We visited this city when that building was yet under construction," Annie explained. "And though we often visited New York thereafter, yet I have never been inside. I once adored a movie that featured the building's observation deck.... 'An Affair to Remember,' with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr.

"I should so love to visit that observation deck," said Annie with a sexy smile.

"Perhaps we can visit this town again when the weather warms?" I replied. Did Annie want to risk another acrophilic episode, like what happened in the clouds over Hawaii? I was not wanting to get in any more trouble, though I was game to indulge in any wild experiences that Annie desired. I drew Annie's plump body close to mine, and her big tits were pressed against my chest, separated by our heavy winter coats.

"I'd like that very much," said my gorgeous wife, pressing her belly against my crotch. We shared a warm kiss there in that huge crowd of drunk partygoers.

I kissed Annie again as the ball dropped at midnight. 2012! The start of our first new year together! Annie was looking forward to her triumphant return to London in the coming year. She was sponsoring a special fundraiser that promised to be the posh event for the spring season. Everyone who was anyone was expected to attend, all the lords and ladies of the British upper crust. This was to be Annie's big "coming out party," announced to the guests as a debutante ball for the young Viscountess Berkshire, wealthy scioness of a long-lost line, returning at last to reclaim her rightful place in English society.

Annie's carefully-crafted new identity represented her to be her own great-great-great-great-granddaughter. She was to be the nineteen year old Lady Arianna, the purported namesake of her ancestress who was presumed lost at sea in the 1840s, later rescued after being marooned on a desert isle, and settled in the Colorado territory with her wealthy American husband. In this way, Annie hoped to reclaim her title and reestablish the House of Berkshire in British high society. The invitations were already sent, and all the RSVPs received. Later in the summer, Annie and I also looked forward to attending the London Olympics as special honored guests, and Annie's dinner was to be an important prelude to that, as the official introduction of young Lady Arianna to the English nobility.

It took a long time for us to extricate ourselves from Times Square, waiting for all those bodies to filter out from the crowd. Annie and I returned to our hotel, to celebrate the new year in our own special way. And celebrate we did, until well past the morning light! I held Annie's plump body next to mine as we watched the first dawn of the new year break over the buildings of Manhattan.

Our Skiing Vacation

Once the holidays were past, Annie and I spent some time skiing. I grew up on the Colorado slopes, and skiing was second nature to me. Double black diamond hills, mountaintop adventures, wild mogul runs, I tackle it all! I was unsure whether Annie would be able to keep up with me! I was pleased to discover that Annie herself is an experienced skier from way back. She and her late husband used to get around on skis during the winter at their mountain homestead. After they moved to town, they helped started one of the early recreational ski clubs in Colorado. Though she hadn't been on skis in decades, Annie picked right up with it, and after a couple runs on the first day, she was following me down the most intense hills that Colorado can offer.

We own private chalets at all the local slopes. This is really great, since Annie and I can sneak back for a quick roll in the sheets anytime the urge strikes us! We spent a couple days at each resort, sampling the hills. Annie has a hot pink parka, with matching snow pants, with white gloves and headband. Even fully dressed, covered up with all that heavy winter ski gear, Annie looks amazingly beautiful and sexy. If anything, the thick insulated clothing further accentuates Annie's voluptuous form. It's an incredible sight to see Annie's luscious curves swaying down the slopes!

One evening after a long day on the hills, we were back at the chalet. Annie cooked us a hearty dinner while I started a fire. After dinner, I left Annie inside while I went out to split some more firewood. I split enough wood to have enough for the long night ahead! I came back in with the last armload of wood, and a sexy sight awaited me. Annie was stretched out on her sheepskin rug (the same one from our mountain honeymoon). She was barefoot, wearing jeans and a bulky cowl neck sweater, reclining with her beautiful head resting on one arm. A warm, toasty fire crackled, a bottle of wine with two glasses sat upon the hearth.

"My Love, I thought you would NEVER return!" spoke Annie, a winsome smile darting over her lips.

With that, Annie raised her sweater, to reveal the glorious sight of her fulsome breasts. One heavy mound rested on top of the other, flattening the other delightful sphere underneath with its weight. Annie's smooth, pink nipples shone in the flickering firelight. My heart skipped a beat at the sight of Annie's nipples, and a tingle was felt inside the swelling in my pants. As my eyes gazed adoringly, Annie inflated her beautiful breasts. Annie gasped breathlessly as her magnificent orbs increased, their expanding volume causing them to spill further onto the sheepskin. A gentle whimper of titillation escaped Annie's lips as her stretching nipples quivered. Annie looks so gorgeous by firelight, she is absolutely irresistible!

I dropped the wood where I stood and stretched onto the floor next to Annie. Her dazzling green eyes reflected the dancing of the flickering flames. The orange glow of the fire shone onto her lovely face, and painted sexy shadows all along her curvaceous form. I pulled Annie's head toward mine, and in a moment, our lips were locked and our tongues swirled around in each other's mouths. I grabbed Annie's swollen tit with one hand and gave it a squeeze, while the other hand grabbed her ass and pulled her on top of me. Annie moaned with impending delight as we rolled around on the floor. We had spent a long time on the hills, and all that fresh mountain air had ignited her fire.

I drew circles around Annie's nipples with my fingertips, which made my goddess moan with ecstasy. I pulled upwards on Annie's sweater as we slobbered each other's faces, working one arm free, and then the other. Meanwhile, Annie was frantically pulling at my sweater, and soon got it up to my neck. She pulled it away from my head, as I got her sweater off hers. Annie shook her fluffy hair all around, which fell onto her round shoulders and onto her breasts. Annie pinned my shoulders to the ground with her hands, smiling down onto me as her nipples dangled over my face.

The flickering firelight made a dancing orange glow all over Annie's luscious tits, as she teased her soft nipples against my lips. I slid my hands from her tiny waist, along the sides of her firm globes, and gently traced the tip of my tongue around one nipple and the other. Annie giggled as my tongue tickled the sexy tips of her tits, gasping between each giggle.

Annie sat up quickly on my lap, causing her mammoth globes to jiggle and bounce. Annie's fingers fumbled furiously with my jeans, at the waistband and the zipper, and in a moment, my fly was undone. Released from its bonds, my big, hard cock popped right out, and stood straight up a full fifteen inches, wobbling from side to side, to Annie's delight. Annie stroked her cool fingers up and down my stiff tubesteak, which grew even longer and harder with her caress.

I sat up myself to face Annie, and grabbed her face for another sloppy kiss. We devoured each other's tongues as I undid Annie's waistband. I slid my hands inside Annie's tight jeans to cup her soft butt cheeks, and worked her pants off over her ample hips. Annie did the same for me as we reclined again, so that I could slide her jeans over her creamy thighs and calves, and over the ends of her plump little toes.

Now we were both naked, and my cock throbbed urgently at the sight of Annie's voluptuous form, bathed in the wavering orange glow of the fire, deep shadows falling past the edges of her abundant curves. Annie reached over and grabbed a glass of the wine from the fireplace, and handed it to me, and grabbed the other for herself.

"I found this in our wine cellar," Annie began. "It is the last remaining bottle of the melon wine that William and I had taken away from Our Isle. We saved it for a special occasion, which apparently never came. I'm surprised that Maybelle and James did not drink it, she must have been saving it as a memento of me."

I was stunned to hear this news. Naturally, I had noticed that dusty old unmarked bottle in the wine cellar for all those years, but never gave it a thought, not sure what it was.

"Annie, you mean this wine is nearly 160 years old? That's incredible! Do you suppose it's any good after so long?"

"Take a whiff, Robert. It smells marvelous! And this was a most incredible vintage. It caused my teats to swell to outlandish proportions on that last wonderful encounter upon Our Isle. I wonder if this wine has gained additional potency in all these years?"

I put my nose to my glass and it indeed smell marvelous! It had the same fruity-milky aroma as the melon. I had so many times read in Annie's old journal of how they made this melon wine on their Isle, and how her tits expanded to mammoth proportions at the lagoon on that fabled day of her ninth anniversary. And what if this wine has fermented to greater potency over the last 160 years? What sort of weird, unpredictable effects could it have on us? Could we even survive the experience? I was eager to find out!

"A toast, Bob, to you and me, and to all the wild adventures that we might share!"

"I'll drink to that!" I relied eagerly.

We clinked our glasses and tipped them back to our lips. One little slip, and it was as if liquid fire was poured down my throat. A mortar round of fireworks exploded inside my head, and the room spun all around. Stabbing pain seared my insides, and if I could have focused my thoughts, I would have believed myself poisoned by this ancient wine, turned toxic over a century and half of time. But the pain lasted only an instant, and my head cleared, and every nerve in my body was energized. Every sight and sound seemed to be amplified, as with every smell and taste, including the lingering flavor of that one sip of wine. My skin prickled and jittered with anticipation, as the intoxicating effects radiated throughout my body.

I saw my Annie and she looked so incredibly sexy, even more than usual, if that could be possible. It seemed that I could see rippling waves of pheromones emanating from her body, and a mounting sense of arousal was building inside of me. A look of sheer excitement was on Annie's face, and I knew that she was sharing the same wild sensations. We both took our glasses and threw our heads back as we drained the last drops. Another rush of fire coursed through my veins, but not as uncontrollable as that first. I grabbed the bottle to pour us some more, but my hands were shaking so much that I nearly missed the glasses. We swilled those down and just threw our glasses into the fire.

I touched Annie and a lightning bolt arced between us. I grabbed her body and held it tight, so that her huge tits were squeezed against my chest. It was as if an electrical current surged between us. I pulled her up onto my lap, so that her plump ass was on my cock. She opened her legs to squeeze my fat sausage between her thighs, pressed tightly against her oozing snatch. My cock throbbed impatiently against Annie's wet pussy, as it if would explode.

I cradled Annie in my arms, one big fat tit squeezed tightly against my chest, as I reached for the wine bottle. I urged the bottle to Annie's lips, and she grabbed it and took a long pull, chugging down several big gulps of the wine, draining half the bottle in one draught. Annie shuddered violently in my arms. Her eyes rolled back into her head and her teeth chattered. I was terrified! I thought Annie was having a seizure! But in a moment her face cleared and her countenance exploded with enthusiasm.

"Oh Bob! Do take a drink! You will not believe it! Drain the bottle! We must not delay!"

I wasted no time, tipping the bottle straight up against my face, and pouring the contents down my throat. I was pulled into a vortex of light and sound, as if I were being compressed through a sexual grinder, and coming out as erotic mincemeat on the other side. End over end I tumbled in a kaleidoscope of color as the fire of that old wine seared my insides. Surely we were poisoned by this old wine, and I regretted drinking it. I could not imagine what effects it would have on Annie and me.

Suddenly, the mists cleared and everything was fine. I saw Annie's smiling face, her squishy, voluptuous body in my arms, her lips beaming a smile up at me. I wasted no time kissing those lips. The flavor of the wine was strong on Annie's mouth, and our tongues tangled around like a couple of erotic serpents. The full inebriation of the wine hit us as we were sucking each other's mouths. I moved away to kiss Annie's face and her neck, and Annie was moaning loudly. Her butt squirmed in my lap, causing her goopy snatch to rub up and down and all along against my cock. I thought for sure I would cum right there, but then something else diverted my attention.

There was an explosion which knocked us apart! Suddenly, I was caught between two enormous, squishy blobs, which surrounded my body on all sides. In my drunken stupor, I didn't even understand what happened. But I soon figured out that these two gigantic pink blobs were Annie's tits, which had instantly expanded to gigantic proportions. I was lost in the canyon of Annie's enormous cleavage, her tits were as large as weather balloons, filling the room, and I could not tell which end was up. I heard Annie's voice calling my name, but she sounded far off, and I could not see her face.

It was like being suspended between twin spherical waterbeds, as Annie's soft, squishy tits were jiggling me all around with each motion. I could have lain there forever in the spongy valley between those two mountains of joy, but I needed to figure out where the rest of Annie was. I rolled a bit, trying to circumnavigate one of these globes, and then I found Annie's enormous nipple. It was the size of a beach ball, and set inside a shiny ring of her areole, maybe five feet in diameter. I wrapped my arms around Annie's gigantic tit and squeezed. I heard her moan from somewhere far off, as thick vanilla pudding oozed out from Annie's nipple. This was the same viscous lactation as Annie's tits produced after we ate that mutant melon, on that incredible day on her mountain.

I maneuvered my face over to Annie's big nipple and greedily lapped up her tit pudding. I put my mouth on top of her gigantic pap and sucked on it as hard I could. Somehow, I managed to suck in enough so that her nipple filled my entire mouth. My arms compressed Annie's tit as I sucked hard on her nipple, and a prodigious amount of pudding squeezed out. Annie was moaning in delight as I suckled on her nipple. But I wanted to give the other one some attention, so I rolled over to the other globe, and found that pink bud. Placing my mouth on that nipple, another big squeeze extruded another quantity of tit pudding, which I gulped down eagerly, evoking more far-away moans and sighs from Annie.

I rolled back and forth over the enormous gelatinous bags of Annie's tits, sucking one nipple and then the other. Then I heard Annie's far-away voice call....

"Oh Bob! I must regain control of my teats! I must find you again, My Powerful Man!"

With that, I felt the jello move underneath me, and had a sense than Annie's tits were shrinking. I rolled backwards out of her cleavage and onto the sheepskin, in front of the fire. Annie's room-filling balloons were deflating, and Annie was using her amazing abilities to reduce them to a more manageable size. I laid on my back, pinned to the floor by Annie's still-enormous spheres, which were now reduced to maybe six feet in diameter each.

"Ah! There you are, My Wonderful Lover!" said Annie, her speech slurred by her drunken state. "Now where is that potent member of yours? I wish to have something I might play with myself!"

Annie felt her hands around over the surface of my body, which was lost from her sight underneath her massive quivering mounds of tit flesh. Annie leaned backwards, drawing away her mountains of meat, which parted to allow a better view of my body. Her massive mammaries slid off from over my crotch, revealing my swollen pecker, which popped straight up again.

"Oh look, I found it!" said Annie, playfully.

She slid her hands underneath her huge boobs and glided her fingers all over my thick foot long hot dog. My cock was throbbing with excitement, tense and taut as the effects of the love wine were finally kicking in. Oh, Annie's fingers feel SO GOOD as they stroke my cock, up and down the length of the shaft, and all around the head, her soft fingertips stimulating the sensitive flesh. A dull ache arose inside my tube of meat, which became more painful as Annie stroked along it. My cock vibrated and grew extremely hot, and suddenly....

BAM!!!!!

Instantly my cock expanded! Abruptly, the thick shank swelled three feet upwards, shot up straight toward the ceiling! Annie squealed with delight as a tree trunk of meat sprouted in her hands. Annie gasped with excitement as the maroon pumpkin of my cock's head appeared in front of her face. Annie wrapped her arms around my gigantic phallus, and rubbed her face alongside it, her cheeks and then her lips caressing the big bulb at the end. Annie grabbed the hood of the cock head with both hands and began to French kiss with it, her tongue slobbering all around.

My cock felt so sensitive under this sensual assault, and it could not contain all that ecstasy. My cock was maybe eight inches in girth, and it seemed to emanate from the width of my entire pelvis. The wine and all that tit pudding inside of my body collected in my balls, which were swelling to an enormous size, larger than ostrich eggs and still growing, filling the area between my spread legs. My monstrously engorged penis trembled as its impending eruption approached, and shook violently as Annie stimulated it with her mouth. A powerful churning exploded down inside, which propelled itself upward along the thick shaft, and then a fire hose of semen disgorged itself into Annie's face!

Annie gulped urgently as she strove to keep up with the forceful ejaculation. One huge squirt followed another as my cum splattered in Annie's face. Annie exulted in the torrent of pungent cream that coated her face, gooping itself onto her hair, and dripping down onto her shoulders and her gigantic breasts. Continuous, uncontrollable surges shot forth from the volcano of my cock, and Annie gurgled as she attempted in vain to keep up.

Finally, she gave up trying to swallow all that cum, so Annie leaned her body forward, pivoting herself forward on top of her enormous balloons of flesh, and positioned her pussy over the spurting tip of my cock. One sloppy gush after another splattered against her vagina as Annie tried to place it over my cock, and then, Annie leaned back onto it with all her weight.

Annie shrieked hysterically as my corpulent member impaled her juicy pussy. Annie's head thrashed violently from side to side as each inch of that three-foot monster penetrated her secret place. Annie was weeping and groaning with mingled pain and pleasure as she lowered her ripe butt down onto my thighs. I could feel Annie's heart pounding forcefully right next to my cock, as it wound itself up inside of her, around her organs.

With tears streaming down her cum-splattered face, Annie raised herself at her knees, and dropped her body again onto my cock. Another round of sobs as my cock penetrated her again. Annie's enormous mounds of flesh never even left the floor, and jiggled like huge water balloons as her butt smacked down hard upon my thighs. I wrestled one giant funbag on top of myself, and moved its gallon-sized nipple to my face. Annie cried out again as I sucked the magnificent pap into my mouth, and sucked out the delicious tit pudding.

The firelight danced all over Annie's expanded tits as her hips danced up and down on my cock. Annie screamed and moaned constantly as my cock squirted out a continuous stream of cum into her sweet pussy as I sucked the thick lactation out of one nipple and then the other. Making a monumental effort, I managed to reach my arms around both of Annie's gigantic tits, and squeezed them together, burying my hands deeply in the quivering flesh, so that both huge nipples were at my mouth. I tried to suck them both together, but instead, a double flow of the delicious tit pudding blurped out onto my face and shoulders, so that I was as coated with Annie's cream as she was with mine.

Annie must have rocked back and forth on my cock for an hour straight, as we both were blown along by a continual, never-ending orgasm. I finally urged Annie backward, still hanging onto her tremendous titties, and was easily able to sit up. I looked at Annie's cum-coated face and laughed, and she laughed back at my pudding-smeared face and we put our drunken faces together in a very sloppy kiss. We rubbed our faces all around together, and smeared my cum together with her cream, until it was a complete mingled mess. Then Annie started licking my face, and I started licking hers. I get so caught up with Annie's wild, uninhibited nature, that I don't even care if I swallow my own cum.

Annie and I licked each other's faces and heads, laughing all the way, even licking our combined slime out of each other's hair. Who needs a shower? We licked each other's shoulders, and all around the tops of each other's chests. What an insane, mad, frantic sexual explosion! Annie is so friggin' unrestrained, and I get totally blown along with her.

The fire was dying down, so I let go of Annie long enough to grab a couple logs and toss them into the fire. When I did that, my cock slid out of Annie's pussy. That large obstruction removed, Annie's vagina was opened up like the mouth of a cavern, and a viscous flow of semen oozed out the opening. Annie reached down and scooped out a big handful of cum, and slurped it into her mouth. She laughed heartily at this, through cum-smeared lips. I was so drunk that I just gave her a big, sloppy, open-mouth kiss on those lips!

I laid on my back, and my big cock slapped down on my chest, and the pumpkin-sized head splatted sloppily against my face, still oozing cum against the side of my head. Annie leaned over and licked the cum off my face, and then took the cock again into her soft hands and tenderly licked the cum off it. Her tongue felt so good as she licked off the slime. I turned myself around, working my way under her mammoth balloons of meat, and positioned my face at Annie's gooped-up pussy. Grabbing her butt cheeks with both hands, I smashed my face into her twat, and lapped up the mingled mess. Annie grunted forcefully as her pussy squeezed off an immediate series of orgasms, and squirted fresh slime into my eager mouth.

We stayed in that 69 for a long time, Annie sucking the spurts ejaculating out of my cock, as I sucked on her clit, which was swollen to baseball-sized, lapping at the sprays that shot out of her pussy. Annie's mammoth balloons pressed against my chest, pinning me to the floor. I could have stayed like that all night, but I was missing Annie's titties after a while, so I rolled us over so that Annie was on her back. Annie's gigantic juggs each slid off to either side, and she was licking the cum off her lips as I turned to face her. I laid down on top of her, in the canyon between her mountains of breast flesh, my thick cock pressed against her, from her belly, up her chest, and next to her face.

Both our faces were coated with each other's slime, so there was nothing else to do but exchange another big, sloppy French kiss! Annie is so raunchy and dirty, and I LOVE that about her! We rolled our faces all around as we slobbered each other's mouths. My cock oozed cum out onto Annie's face, and she turned to slurp it up in between slobbering my lips and tongue.

"What new pleasures have devised in which we shall engage next?" inquired my playful nymph, in between slurps.

I reached my arm over around one mammoth breast and pulled it over, and then reached over the other. Annie's giant tits jiggled like jello in my hands as I pulled them together around my mammoth cock. Still squeezing my arms around both gigantic spheres, I pulled Annie's huge nipples close together, as globs of tit pudding extruded from their tips. I placed my mouth over one nipple and sucked up all the pudding, as lunged my cock forward in between those mammoth pillows.

Annie cried again as my monstrous cock pistoned back and forth between her enormous, squishy funbags. She always loves a tittyfuck, almost as much as I do. My cock was shooting cum between her tits and all over her face, so that her face and hair were coated once again. Annie's tits were leaking pudding everywhere, and it smeared all around and coated her tits. There was such a mess as our mingled fluids smeared our bodies and ran out onto the floor. I was riding Annie like a bucking bronco, shooting load after load all over, while she gasped and groaned in delight.

Then I slid my body all the way downward so that the oozing tip of my enormous cock was once again at the gate of her pussy. With one mighty forward lunge of my hips, I rammed that tree trunk of meat all the way up inside of her. Annie whimpered pitifully as I penetrated her again. I sucked on her nipples some more, and I could feel my cock growing some more inside of her. My cock felt so long, like it was swelling longer and thicker. My cock felt like it was five feet, eight feet, ten feet long. Why did my cock not burst through Annie's body? Somehow, it was like her pussy was dimensionally transcendental, as if her vagina was its own a parallel universe, bigger on the inside than the outside, and my cock was expanding to fill that entire space.

Gallons and gallons of cum poured out of me as I rocked Annie all night on that sheepskin. We laid under a blanket in between rounds of lovemaking, my rigid cock still up inside her, kissing gently and staring into each other's eyes and dozing off together. My cock was still hard when we woke up again, and went back to the rocking. Here and there, I managed to throw logs on the fire, but eventually the fire died down. We made our own heat throughout that long night, and though the cabin grew quite cold, we never did. We rocked until the morning light, and then we finally fell asleep for good.

It was the middle of the day when I was awakened by Annie kissing my face. Our parts were now back to their normal sizes as we laid in a big puddle of our own mingled juices, on our beslimed sheepskin. My head hurt badly. The love wine hangovers were terrible, just as described in the old journals. "Crapulous" indeed. In my own dabbling with making melon wine, I never ended up with a wild vintage like last night's, but I never had such a bad hangover either.

Also, my cock was very sore and worn out, and I imagined that Annie's parts felt the same.

"Good morning, Bob. Are you feeling well?" ask Annie, in a subdued tone of voice.

"Morning, sweetheart. No, I surely do not," relied I miserably.

"It is always this way with the love wine. A fantastical time to be had, yet a bitter price to pay the next day....

"But Bob! That was so wonderful! Another mystically sexual experience with you, My Young Lover! Why, it was so magical, I thought perhaps this time she might finally be dislodged!"

I looked at Annie and she looked at me, puzzled.

"Who, Annie? Who is 'she'? Why do we keep speaking of 'her' and how 'she' might be 'dislodged'?"

"Why, I do not know, Bob! Why do we both keep saying these things? What does it mean?"

My head hurt too badly to care in that moment. I stood up unsteadily, and the whole room seemed to tilt. I led Annie to the shower, and we washed ourselves to clean off all the slime from the night before. But this was not an erotic time, just simple cleanup. We dried off and went back to bed, figuring we'd sleep it off and clean up the chalet later.

We didn't realize it at that time, but that drunken, all-night orgy changed us in ways we could have never expected. Just like that mutant melon on the mountain changed us, and made us fly through the skies of Hawaii. Now this 160 year old, ultra-fermented melon essence altered our physiology once again. Because of her long association with the melon, these changes especially affected Annie, in her body and her mind. But this time, the changes in Annie were not for the better.

After that wild night, Annie displayed a pattern of increasingly-erratic, provocative and libidinous behavior that created a lot of trouble... with the law, but especially with me. I'm very sad to say that Annie changed in some serious ways, and she was never the same after last wild night. Annie's behavior during this "winter of discontent" nearly ended our relationship. But I don't want to get ahead of the story. This is how it all began....

Frigophilia on the Slopes

It must have been the next day yet when we finally awoke, as if we slept all the day and through the next night. My forehead felt very warm, like I had just slept through a hot summer night. This was odd, because all we had was a thin blanket to cover up with, and it was January in Colorado. I could see my breath, which was strange because the air did not feel cold at all. I turned and saw Annie, still sleeping blissfully, a vision of loveliness, with her long, thick hair all tousled and piled onto her pillow. I reached over and kissed her beautiful face. The thick lashes on her eyelids parted, and the green jewels of her eyes looked up at me.

"Mmmmm.... good morning, My Handsome Man," spoke the gorgeous nymph.

Annie stretched her supple limbs, and arched her back, which made her big melons jiggle all around. Annie sat up on the bed so that her huge juggs flopped forward, and bounced around, with the tips of her nipples quivering. Annie blew a cloud of steam out of her mouth, and looked puzzled.

"Bob, this is most peculiar, do you not think?" spoke Annie. "I can feel that the air is chilled, and also see my own breath, yet I feel no discomfort!"

I looked at Annie, and her plum-sized nipples were as soft and relaxed as usual, and were not at all shrunken from the cold, as they normally might be. I stood up out of the bed, and the floor felt cold under my feet, but not at all uncomfortable. My deflated penis hung limply against my thigh, and did not shrink up into my crotch from the cold as I might have expected. My hands felt very cold, but it didn't bother me at all.

"Dunno, Annie," I answered. "It sure is strange. Come here, we need a test."

I walked over to Annie and reached out, cupping my ice-cold hands onto her luscious breasts. But Annie did not jump or even flinch, like she normally would when I touch her tits with cold hands. In fact, her soft, squishy spheres felt nice and warm to the touch as I squeezed them within my fingers, not at all shrunken or covered in goosebumps. Her nipples were hot to the touch as my icy fingers glided over them. Annie just smiled at me as I fondled her warm boobs. Wrapping her arms around my neck, Annie dragged me back into the bed for another long, loving kiss. But after such a long interlude of melon-induced hot sex, our needs were satisfied for the moment, at least 'til after lunch!

"Let's eat and hit the slopes!" I suggested.

"Hmmm, sounds wonderful, My Lover," replied Annie, placing another kiss on my lips.

Standing in the cold cabin, wisps of breath escaping from her lips, Annie stood by the stove in the nude, barefoot upon the cold floor, as she fried us some eggs. I can always eat eggs anytime! It's my favorite, and the secret of my bodybuilding success. Meantime, I mopped up all that sloppy cum and pudding mess from the floor, and rinsed out our sopping lambskin. Then I helped set the table.

The whole while, I stopped for long, lingering looks at my Annie and her plump, ripe, naked form, as she stood in the kitchen at the stove. What a lucky guy I was, to have such a sexy, voluptuous beauty for my very own! And she even cooks for me, too! At times, Annie would look up at me with a smile, catching me gazing at her abundant charms.

"What is it, love? Why do you stare so?"

"It's just you, gorgeous! I can't get enough of you!"

Annie laughed, causing her full breasts to jiggle. "But I am doing nothing especial!"

"You don't need to, baby! Just keep standing there with your sexy naked body!" Annie just smiled and shook her head, like I was a silly boy.

We enjoyed a nice breakfast, dressed in our snow gear, and made our way onto the slopes. It was a wonderful day to ski. The sky was overcast, and there was no sun to blind us. The hills were fine, as several inches of fresh powder had fallen as we made love in our chalet. A few light flurries still fell.

We took a couple of runs, and Annie looked so sexy on the snowy hills, her thick, sandy hair falling down to the shoulders of her hot pink snowsuit. It was a joy to follow behind Annie on the slopes, to see her wild curves sway from side to side as she drove down the wild curves on the hills. At times I would pass her, and she would laugh and rise to the challenge. We would race down those steep grades, and more than once wipe out in the snow, rolling around together, laughing and sharing hot kisses.

After a few brisk runs, we were riding up the lift to the tallest peak at the resort, and naturally, we were making out the whole ride up the hillside. Annie and I were sucking face passionately, and the steam from our breath was blowing out our noses. I was getting so turned on, and Annie was making me so hot. I mean, really hot! My forehead felt like it was burning up, like I had a fever. Annie broke off from the kiss.

"Ah! Oh Robert, I feel so very warm! Yet it is quite cold out!"

We were near the top of the lift, so we debarked, and stood at the top of the hill. Annie's face was flushed red, and she was panting, breathing out billowing clouds of steam with her breath.

"Oh my! I feel so very feverish! My head is light and dizzy. What is happening to me, My Virile Lover?"

"I don't know Annie, but I feel very warm myself."

The thermometer at the lift cabin read 18F. The snow had kicked up while we rode up the lift, and there was quite a lot falling here at the mountaintop. It was sure enough cold, but steam was rising off our heads, and I felt like I was sweating under my parka. Annie unzipped her own parka, and I did the same.

"Oh! I must cool off!" said Annie "My temperature feels so elevated."

"Okay, but just be careful," I warned. "I don't want you to get hypothermia out here. Let's finish this run and head back to our chalet."

"Indeed," replied Annie with a sexy wink. "Then let us make all haste!"

With that, my Vivacious Vixen dug in her poles and launched herself down the hill. Ho! Another merry chase! I bolted after Annie, but she had taken me by surprise and had quite a head start. I zig-zagged down the trail after Annie, but the cold air rushing past did not cool off the heat on my face.

We had an amazing panorama from that hillside, of all the mountains off into the distance, and of the valley below. It seemed as if I could actually "fall off" the hill into the sky, we were so high up. I began to feel very light in the head, sort of dizzy, and a strange feeling arose in my gut, like "butterflies in my stomach." It reminded me of our "skydiving accident" in Hawaii, when Annie and I became weightless, and enjoyed a nude romp in the clouds.

I noticed that Annie was approaching a part of the trail with a snow pile, which the snowboarders had built up into a ramp for jumping. Annie was flying down the hill too fast, and she did not appear aware that she was heading for that jump. I was afraid that she would hit that jump and wipe out hard into the snow. At such a speed, I was afraid that she might ram into the trees hard enough that it might actually cause serious injury, even to her melon-enhanced form.

"Annie! Slow down!" I called after my sexy wife, but Annie did not reduce her speed.

Annie hit that ramp at top speed. But to my surprise, Annie did not wipe out! On the contrary, her body launched into the air, but her trajectory was upward! Annie hovered above the snow, floating gracefully, rising higher above the landscape. She was already maybe five feet above the ground, but she was not arcing back down to the trail, but instead was continuing upwards in a straight line from the ramp.

Oh no! Annie must be having another "acrophilic" episode, like in Hawaii! I didn't know what would happen to Annie if she were to just float away over the Rocky Mountains of Colorado, especially in the winter! I needed to catch her somehow, to try to bring her back down to earth. I leaned over and tucked my poles under my arms, and headed straight for that ramp myself. I hit that ramp at top speed, and it also launched me into the air, in the direction of Annie.

Unlike my wife, gravity still held a claim on me, and I was starting to fall back toward the ground. My arms were at the level of Annie's feet as I passed underneath her rising form. I reached upwards and grabbed at her feet, and my arms managed to encircle her ski-clad boots. Suddenly, gravity returned to Annie, and we both fell together. I hit the trail very hard, with Annie and her skies landing on top of me, and our bodies flailed about as we kicked up a flurry of snow. We slid onto a small clearing in front of some trees, maybe about five feet from the edge of the trail.

"Are you okay, Annie?" I asked my wife. Our skis were off, and were lying all askew next to us on the trail. My parka was torn from where Annie's skis had raked against me during the fall. Annie sat up, a broad smile beaming from her face.

"Oh, what fun! I was sailing above the ground!"

"Annie!" I shouted "I was afraid you were going to fly away! Like in Hawaii! I'm so glad to have pulled you back!"

"Oh, you need not fear for me, Robert. Perhaps I shall become as a bird, and inhabit the skies...."

Annie had a dreamy, far-away look on her face, like she was delirious. Her face was very flushed, a bright shade of pink, like a bad sunburn.

"Oh Bob, it has indeed gotten so warm, do you not agree?"

Annie stood up and began to take off her already-unzipped fuscia-pink parka, sliding one sleeve over her shoulder, and then the other. I felt very warm myself, like I was burning up. My own head was feeling dizzy, and the world was appearing very dream-like. What was happening? Apparently this was some sort of after-effect of that 160 year love wine. I had to get out of my own parka, it was just too damn hot.

Annie was standing there in the snow in her cowl neck sweater, and steam was rising from her head and from her entire body.

"Oh, I am indeed most warm," spoke Annie, and with that, she grabbed the bottom edge of the sweater with both hands and raised it over her head! The sweater clung tightly to her magnificent breasts, which were drawn upward with the snug garment. Annie's round belly was exposed, as she wiggled the tight sweater upward. Finally, she managed to peel the sweater away, and one of her magnificent breasts flopped downward, followed by the other, her massive mounds revealed in all their fulsome glory there on the wintery landscape.

Annie shook her hair all around as she tossed the sweater aside, and a wild nimbus of her hair fell down on top of her bare shoulders. Annie was standing topless in the snow, a sexy smile on her face. The snow and wind blew her golden-brown hair all around. Her skin was bright pink all over her bare torso, and her nipples had a fiery shade, all shiny and glistening. Steam rose from Annie's tits where snowflakes contacted her enormous juggs and melted on contact with her inflamed flesh. Annie's huge knockers hung heavily down to her waist, jiggling as she breathed heavily, her soft, smooth nipples quivering with each breath.

Other skiers and snowboarders whizzed by us as Annie stood there on the side of the trail with her tits out. No doubt the sight was unexpected... a topless, huge-breasted woman, her tits revealed outdoors in the dead of winter, standing alongside a ski trail. However surprised they might have been, this didn't stop these guys from shouting some catcalls at Annie as they flew past. Annie stared at me expectantly, a lustful expression on her face, not at all affected by the frigid cold air around us.

"Annie, are you crazy?" I stammered, staring at my wife's pink nipples as they stood out against the white landscape.

"Yes Bob, I am crazy! I am mad, utterly mad... with my desire for you!" replied Annie, as she took a step through the snow toward me.

Come to think of it, my head was feeling pretty crazy too. I felt SO hot that I needed to take off my own parka. That didn't help much, so I pulled off my own sweater. I still felt like I was burning up, even as the snow whistled all around me. I could see that my own skin was flushed pink, and that steam was rising from my taut muscles. Annie stepped over to me and rested her soft hands on my chest. Her hands felt burning hot against my skin, but they felt nice as she caressed my chiseled chest. Annie grabbed my head and drew her face toward mine, and shoved her hot tongue into my mouth!

We've had some weird experiences since eating that mutated melon on Annie's mountain, but apparently that old love wine has now triggered another. I held Annie about her tiny waist and compressed her soft body against mine. Annie's soft titties mashed against my chest, and her nipples burned hot against my pecs, as our tongues snaked together in each other's mouths. Annie and I were vaguely aware that we were outside in public, but we were so overwhelmed by this new sensation that neither of us gave a shit.

Other skiers sped past us, but I was so into this new experience with Annie that I barely noticed them. Annie slid her warm hands inside my ski pants, and pulled them downward. My big, hard cock popped out, and stood straight up fifteen inches against my belly. My dick was a deep maroon color, and steam rose from it as the snow whistled around us. I slid my hands down Annie's fuscia-pink pants, around the swell of her sweet butt, and guided her pants off her hips.

By now, the snow had picked up and was blowing hard all around us. There we were, standing in a snowstorm, both of us with our pants down to our knees, naked from the thighs up, feeling perfectly fine, as if the snow circling around us was a cool breeze on a summer day. My hot cock throbbed impatiently against Annie's belly and I held her close. My hands fondled her ass, my fingers reaching underneath to probe her wet pussy.

Annie was getting very feisty as we stood there nearly nude, sucking face in that snowstorm. Annie pulled me over and we both fell down, tumbling into the snow! Wow, that snow felt SO GOOD on my hot, inflamed skin! A hissing sound was heard and steam rose from where our bodies laid in the snow. Annie moaned with pleasure as she laid on top of a bed of fluffy power, wiggling her body all around in the snow.

" Oh Bob! Still another new delight to share with you, My Exhilarating Lover!"

We were lying in deep snow along the hillside, in a scooped-out bowl, on a ledge a couple feet below the level of the trail. The hill got very steep about five feet away, but we were safe on that ledge. Annie and I rolled around in the snow. My cock felt so tender and sensitive, and Annie was gasping with erotic delight! We were both getting extremely turned on by this new thrill! We later learned that "frigophilia" is the word for becoming sexually aroused from the cold. Now Annie can add that, along with nebulophilia and acrophilia, to her list of turn-ons!

One problem became immediately apparent. We were NOT enjoying wearing those clunky ski boots! Annie grabbed my foot and quickly flipped all the clips, as I did the same for her. Soon we had both pairs of boots off, and then Annie and I pulled our snow pants from each other's legs. Wow! It feels so liberating to be totally naked in a blizzard! It would have been a total turn-on even without being with Annie and her amazing expanding tits!

Annie got completely carried away! She reached down and scooped up all our clothes and our boots and our skis, and tossed them over the ledge!

"Annie!" I screamed. "Oh no! What did you do? That was all our stuff!"

I jumped up and looked over the ledge, just in time to see our boots and skis tumble down the mountain, into the woods, becoming lost in a deep drift of snow. Our clothes fluttered downwards through the trees, finally sliding down the slope, way down below.

"I am now FREE of those constraints, Robert!" declared Annie. "I am the mistress of this mountain and shall NOT be encumbered by such fetters!"

Annie was now really acting cuckoo! Here we were, near the top of a mountain, right off the side of a busy ski trail, both of us with nothing but our birthday suits, with no equipment, in the middle of a friggin' snowstorm! Annie laughed hysterically, as though this situation was the biggest joke in the world! But when you think about it, it is pretty funny! I started to laugh myself! Actually, it was REALLY funny! Absolutely hilarious! I started to laugh just as hard as Annie! I was feeling pretty damn cuckoo myself! Wow, that was sure some fucked-up wine we drank!

So what? This weather isn't bothering either of us. Who gives us a shit if we're naked in public, anyway? I'm just standing here with my cock out, pointing straight up, staring at my smokin' hot, big-titted wife, and she's looking totally sexy! Nothing else in the world could possibly matter besides that! We were both completely off our rockers!

I grabbed my gorgeous babe and kissed her passionately! I tumbled us back down into the bowl of snow. We kicked up a cloud of powder as we landed on the softest bed ever. Annie and I writhed and squirmed over each other's bodies, our limbs interwined. Annie's big fat tits were squished up tightly against my chest, and my rock-hard cock was pressed firmly against her belly, reaching all the way up into her cleavage, smashed between her soft pillows.

That cold was driving us both wild! We were both shivering, but not with cold but excitement! I was kissing Annie all over as we wiggled around, her face, her neck, her nipples, down onto her belly and her butt, and all around her thighs, calves and feet. Annie was stroking her soft hands all over my body, rubbing her face against me. The snow had cooled off our bodies, and it was not melting, so we made wildly flailing snow angels as we sank deeper into the thick layers of snow.

Annie rolled on top of me as she laughed, dangling her exquisite breasts into my face. Her hair was covered in powdery snow, and she shook her head to dust it off. The snow fell onto her tits and in my face. Annie leaned her arms onto my shoulders, and shook around her gorgeous meat balloons all around and bounced them down into my face. With each bounce, her juggs grew bigger and bigger. Those pink watermelons swelled from their usual 15 inch diameter to 16 inches to 18. Annie's nipples swelled from their usual plum-size, the knobs of soft flesh inflating to the size of apples. Annie's shiny areolas stretched wider and thinner as her nipples expanded, becoming even softer and more translucent as they grew.

Annie's soft, pink spheres smacked harder against my face with each bounce. Annie laughed and laughed as she teased my face with her swelling breasts. Annie's hips were straddling mine, and she rubbed her slimy pussy back and forth against my cock. I was so turned on by Annie and the snow storm that blew all around us. My cock was feeling so good, I thought I would cum all over Annie's sweet snatch.

Annie's big squishy boobs were about 24 inches in diameter when they started leaking. Dribbles of her sweet cream flew off of each nipple with every bounce. I grabbed one luscious orb with both hands and drew her succulent nipple to my mouth. I licked around the tip of her tender bud with my tongue, and then encircled my lips over it. Annie's nipple French kissed my tongue, like it does. I LOVE this about Annie's nipples! (There's so much to love about them!) Then I closed my lips around her swollen tip, and drew in a little suckle. A strong spurt of Annie's hot lactation squirted into my mouth.

Annie cried with pleasure as my fingers dug into her supple flesh, as I squeezed a shower of her cream into my mouth. It had been over a day since I last suckled at Annie's magnificent udders, and they were very taut and overloaded. Another hot stream flowed down onto my shoulder from Annie's other fulsome breast. I squeezed her two beach balls of flesh together so that both apple-sized nipples were at my lips, and I sucked them both into my mouth.

A double stream of Annie's delicious milk poured into my mouth, and I gulped it down frantically. Annie was shrieking with ecstasy and thrashing her head and body all around as I assaulted her swollen nipples with my mouth. Annie's hot pussy slopped up and down along the length of my cock, which was growing longer and thicker as I chugged her cream down my throat. I wanted so bad to just slide my distended member up inside her oozing pussy, but it was too long, and the head was too far away from her wet crease.

Well, even in her erotic delirium, Annie could still read my mind! She reached her arms around her still-swelling spheres and scooped up my big cock between them! Annie slid her enormous balloons around my growing cock, and the sensation of my hard rod between all that squishy softness was indescribable! I could feel my cock lengthening and becoming thicker as it slid between Annie's huge boobs.

Still holding my thick trunk between her massive mams, Annie arched her back, and then lowered them again, with my cock sliding between. Annie arched again, and then down again, up and down, giving me the most incredible tittyfuck! The sensation of Annie's hot tits out there in the cold air made my pulsating tube grow longer and fatter, as she drove me along. Annie was driving me up the mountaintop of sensual pleasure, as she stroked my cock with her mammoth tits on that ski mountain.

Annie's tits swelled larger, growing to 28 inches across, and then 30 inches, each approaching three feet in diameter! I held on to Annie's boobs, helping her heave them up and down on my cock. Annie's nipples expanded in my hands, so that I could not contain them between my fingers! I pinched and tweaked Annie's nipples in my open palm, causing her to squeal and groan with delight.

My balls had swollen to melon-size, and were churning with the impending release that Annie was provoking with her tender bags of flesh. My cock had grown so long that its huge head poked out between Annie's velvet cleavage, at the same level as her face. With her ever-perfect timing, at just the right moment, Annie dropped her swollen tits and grabbed by cock head with both hands, mashing her mouth against it.

Annie's gigantic juggs smacked down hard against my chest and into the snow as a geyser of cum shot forth. Annie's lips made a perfect seal against my distended manhood as she eagerly swallowed my ejaculation. I grunted loudly and my legs twitched convulsively as Annie sucked the cum straight out of my balls. My cock pulsated with one giant spurt after another as Annie lovingly coaxed the semen into her mouth.

Getting in Trouble on the Slopes

Annie sucked the last drops out of my cock, and then lovingly licked all around the head to catch any stray globs. Then Annie leaned down on top of her soft pillows, pressing them tightly against my chest. Licking her lips, Annie peered down over the edges of her gigantic globes, flashing me another sexy smile. I lay there, still squeezing the swollen buds of her nipples, fascinated as always by Annie's incredible tits.

Suddenly, our tender romantic moment was shattered.

"Holy shit!"

"Woo-hoo!"

"Yeah!"

"Whoa, lookit them fuckin' tits!"

"Hey babe! You can suck my cock too!"

Annie and I turned out heads to see a crowd of snowboarders gawking at us from the trail. Apparently they saw the whole thing, or at least enough. Well, I was still feeling kind of kooky in the head, and wasn't thinking very clearly, but that did not stop me from being PISSED! I rolled Annie off of me into the snow and in a moment I was on my feet!

I was charging toward those assholes, and then the chicken shit bastards slid their boards onto their boots and took off down the hill, like a bat out of hell. I can't say what exactly might have scared them off. Maybe it was the fact that I was a big, six-foot tall, well-muscled bodybuilder. Maybe it was the fact that I was stark naked, charging toward them in a snowstorm! Or maybe it was the fact that I had a big fat boner, over two feet long, flopping around and smacking against my chest as I charged at them. Whatever the case, they were all down the trail by the time I got there.

"Come back here, you fuckin' pussies!" I shouted down the slope. "I'll kick all your asses!"

Then I turned around to see two ski patrollers, who had just plowed to a stop. In that moment, my head cleared and I realized how the situation appeared to them. The patrollers stood back, a look of shock and alarm on their faces, not sure how to handle this situation or what to do next. I was the first to speak.

"Uh... yeah, hi.... Um, look, I know how this must look, but.... uhhh...."

The older patroller spoke slowly and carefully, as if he were addressing a lunatic.

"Sir, we had several strange reports of some unusual behavior on this trail. I need to ask you and your friend to come quietly to our station at the bottom of the hill. We can get you some help from there."

My cock was deflating fast as I stood there naked, talking to these guys. I couldn't help noticing them as they caught furtive looks of my huge member drooping lower, as it fell to my knees.

"Yeah, right...." I replied. "Hey, that's cool, because you see, I'm okay! Really! I'm not crazy!"

As soon as I spoke those words, I realized how crazy that must have really sounded. So what can I say now? At that moment, Annie decided to join the conversation. Apparently, she was NOT yet in her own right mind! The ski patrollers' eyes bugged out of their heads as they caught a look at Annie's overflowing curves, as she stalked up, barefoot in the snow, her massive tits bouncing and swinging heavily with every step.

"Now see here, what is the meaning of this impertinent interruption? How dare you!" Annie demanded imperiously, invoking her most haughty demeanor of an English noblewoman.

Annie stood there in the nude, her enormous breasts quivering with rage. Annie had managed to call them back a bit, as they were now only about 20 inches each across, but still oversized pink beach balls of jiggling flesh.

I whispered to my wife, "Annie! What are you doing?" She just turned and scowled at me.

"Uh... ma'am.... You can't... I mean...." began the younger patroller, a handsome young guy about 25 years old, a huge bulge protruding from the front of his pants. Meanwhile, the older man was speaking into a walkie-talkie, apparently calling for some sort of backup. Both men had their eyes fixed on Annie's soft, smooth nipples, which were now the size of tennis balls, set inside shiny areolas the diameter of a frisbee. Annie continued....

"My husband and I were minding our own business, merely enjoying a well-earned break along the trailside, when you poltroons happened to come along."

Both men looked at each other, and then their eyes returned to Annie, her hands on her hips, and the incongruous sight of an overly-voluptuous nude woman standing barefoot in the cold on the white winter landscape.

"I shall file a complaint with the resort management immediately! We shall now return to our chalet! Come, Robert!"

With that, Annie turned on her heel in snow deeper than her bare ankle, turning her back to the stunned patrollers. Annie grabbed my hand, and led me to run with her down the trail. So there we were, naked as a couple of Arctic jaybirds, running barefoot down the ski slope. Annie's huge boobs heaved heavily up and down with each bounding stride. My limp cock was flopping around, smacking me in the legs in a most distracting fashion.

The hill bottom was seen below through a break in the trees. We ran downhill, being passed by some very puzzled skiers and snowboarders. We were also passed by the patrollers, who apparently were going ahead of us to meet us at the bottom. We ran through that break in the trees and a wide clearing opened up before us. The hill was about to drop steeply when Annie spoke.

"Jump Robert! Now!"

I did as Annie told, and we both took a flying leap off the hill. We did fly into the air, but we did not fall down! At least not in the usual way. Our momentum carried up forward, but we sailed through the air in a shallow arc, falling very slowly, like a balloon that has lost some helium. Annie and I sailed along holding hands, about maybe ten feet above the trail, our downward progress matching the slope of the hill. I felt that same "butterflies in the stomach" feeling that we had in the skies over Hawaii, and I knew that gravity did not have a firm hold on Annie and me.

Shouts were coming up from below us, from skiers on the hill stunned by the sight of us. I looked at Annie and her hair was blowing all around in the wind as we sailed through the air. I can't believe this crazy situation, but man, I am so crazy about this crazy chick and all this crazy stuff that happens to us! We floated down gently to the ground, maybe about 100 feet down the slope. We were now at a busy spot where several trails merged, and there were skiers and boarders all around us. Annie and I ran hand in hand through the skiers. I looked at her and she was beaming with delight, enraptured with this crazy situation.

"Let us jump again, Bob!" Annie said. "Now!"

I held Annie's hand tight as we jumped up again. I was not about to let go, since Annie was the only reason this was happening! I knew I would fall like a rock if our hands came apart! We landed softly again about 40 feet down, just barely managing to avoid some other skiers. A couple more leaps and bounds, and we made our way to the bottom of the hill. Then the trouble really began.

A crowd was waiting for us at the bottom of the hill, including several cops, the two ski patrollers we met on the hill, and a number of resort employees and managers. Everyone's jaw dropped as they saw us, especially Annie, and I knew that big trouble was ahead. Skiers and boarders had stopped and surrounded our path. A couple dozen phones were out, recording the spectacle. Some of the gawkers laughed, many of the guys made the expected sort of catcalls, but most just stared wide-eyed at us in disbelieving silence.

"Whoa, baby!" one asshole called out at Annie.

"Damn, lookit them fuckin' tits!" called out another.

"Oh babe, sit on my face," called another.

Annie smiled at these shitheads as she walked by, and actually replied to them.

"Hello boys! And how are you this day?"

A group of them took Annie's acknowledgement as encouragement, and started screaming even louder. Annie stopped in front of them and squeezed her tits together, pointing her nipples straight at the crowd. Those guys went friggin' nuts. Then she raised a big tit to her mouth and sucked her own nipple. Annie drew a ring around her areola with her tongue, and her nipple steamed from the warm saliva. I thought these assholes were going to grab Annie right there. I jerked Annie hard and kept her moving.

"Annie, what the hell are you doing? Get away from those guys... NOW!"

"Hmmph!" replied Annie indignantly, as she reluctantly moved away from her admirers. "I was simply greeting those friendly chaps, Robert! They seemed most glad to see us."

Yeah, right. Bullshit, too. Annie was really off her rocker.

I looked over and two of the cops were walking our way. I tried to steer Annie in a different direction, but she was still out of her head, and resisted this sensible notion. Annie charged right toward the cops who were obviously awaiting our arrival. It was just the same, because changing direction would not have changed our predicament. I noticed that a couple of cops were holding tasers, in case we tried to run.

"No Robert, our chalet is this way, and this is the direction in which I intend to proceed. What is the matter with you?"

Oh no, Annie! What's the matter with you? Annie strode forward non-chalantly, as if a nude and uber-busty woman was the most normal thing to see outdoors at a ski resort in January. Suddenly, Annie stopped dead in her tracks and turned to look at me. It was as if a fog had lifted and her eyes were suddenly opened. An expression of shock and surprise and puzzlement was on Annie's face.

"Oh no! Bob!" Annie exclaimed regretfully, "What have I done? What is the matter with me?"

Annie's head had finally cleared. She now had her wits about her and understood the situation. With a sudden flush of modesty, Annie reached up and tried to cover her tits, but there was no way that her small and delicate hands could cover even her greatly swollen nipples, let alone the rest of the considerable real estate hanging from her chest.

"Excuse me, ma'am... sir" spoke the lead cop, in a level, controlled voice, as if he were addressing a couple of kooks. "Would you both mind coming with us?"

"Y-yes, of course," Annie sputtered, hanging her head sheepishly downward, and seeming as if she might curl up and die of embarrassment on the spot.

A couple of resort workers threw big blankets over our shoulders, no doubt believing us to be crazy people suffering from hypothermia. Annie and I were both relieved to be covered up. We were then quietly escorted to a medical area where we were served hot coffee. We both submitted to an examination by a Ski Patrol medic, who was very surprised that we showed no signs of frostbite, even on our feet. Annie and I both kept our private parts hidden under the bulky blankets, to keep these people from noticing that Annie's huge balloons and my limp tubesteak were shrinking back to their "normal" sizes.

We were kept alone in a room for a long time, barefoot and covered up with those blankets, as the cops conferred on the other side of the door. We had refused to give our names, expecting that there might be some way for us to slide out of this situation unscathed, as we had done with our other wild adventures. A lot of time had gone by, and Annie was growing impatient.

"Robert, we should be allowed to return to our chalet, rather than suffer this indignity of being detained here naked."

"Well Annie," I replied, "you may not appreciate it, but we're in a lot of trouble."

"Indeed?" Annie sniffed. "Then why cannot the constabulary return to explain their position?"

With that, Annie arose and walked to the door. She tried the doorknob, but it was locked. She began rapping urgently on the door.

"Hello? I say, open this door immediately! We must speak straightaway with someone in authority!"

A lock turned and the door opened. The lead cop walked in with a couple of his deputies, and also the resort manager, I cringed and lowered my eyes as I recognized the man.

"Okay, this is the way it is," the cop led off. "We don't understand what exactly transpired, or how you two could be unaffected by that cold, but you will both be arrested and charged with individual counts of indecent exposure and lewd conduct. Pending a psychiatric evaluation, you may also be charged with disorderly conduct and creating a danger to yourselves and others. Other charges may be preferred at a later time."

"What?" retorted Annie. "Do you have any idea to whom you are addressing"

Annie was unable to complete her thought when she was interrupted by the resort manager, who addressed me.

"Excuse me, sir? Mr. Penton? Is that you?"

Well, the jig is up! No running or hiding now. I sighed heavily and stood up.

"Yes, Mr. Bradwell, I'm Robert Penton." I remembered clearly where we had last met.

"Oh sir, that was a wonderful society bash you hosted last fall! Why, people are still talking about your wife's performance as Jessica Rabbit...."

Bradwell had forgotten himself for a moment. He turned and looked at Annie, having not immediately recognized her, all disheveled and wrapped in a blanket as she was. Bradwell put two and two together and swallowed hard, realizing he had put his foot into his mouth. Annie smiled weakly and took her seat again. Then he turned to the cop.

"Sheriff, these people need to be released immediately. Mr. Penton is a long-time patron of this resort, and a prominent figure in the community. I will vouch for this couple personally and take full responsibility."

As grateful as I was for Bradwell's show of support, I really hate these sycophantic toads who will blatantly kiss your ass to curry favor.

"Well, I'm sorry, Mr. Bradwell," replied the sheriff. "These folks are looking at class 6 felony charges. They'll at least need to be taken down to the station for processing, pending release on bail."

"Constable," Annie inquired sweetly, "Might we at least drop by our chalet, that I might be suitable attired."

The cop eyed Annie's cleavage up and down with a smirk, since the bulky blanket was still not big enough to cover her up entirely.

"I'm sorry, ma'am," he replied, dripping with smugness and arrogance.

That was just as well, since I didn't have the keys for the chalet. They were in my ski pants, which Annie had thrown down the hillside.

Annie and I were escorted to the cop car wearing nothing but those blankets. Apparently news of our situation had spread through the resort, since a crowd of onlookers holding phones lined our path to the car, recording the event on their phones. The cop held our heads down as we entered the back seat, and off we went.

At the station, we were fingerprinted and had our mug shots taken. Annie's mug shot was particularly attractive, with her blanket having an "off the shoulder" look, revealing some extra skin. From there, we were placed together in a holding cell, so at least we were allowed to occupy the same one. We sat there for a couple hours before we were allowed to make our phone call. Finally, Annie was able to call her majordoma, Hoku Jones. It was another couple hours more before Hoku could secure our bail and pick us up at the station, with some fresh clothes.

The day had ended and night was falling as Annie and I climbed into the back seat of Hoku's car. The ride home was very tense.

"Lady Berkshire, what am I to do with you?" Hoku scolded. "You've always been as a mother to me, but now it seems that I am in the role of the parent, with you playing the wayward adolescent."

"Oh Hoku, thanks to you for your years of loyal service! My dear, we simply got a little carried away, that is all. I am so sorry for troubling you."

"Carried away?" exclaimed Hoku. "Arianna, you are now facing serious criminal charges! If convicted, you will be a registered sex offender! Do you realize the implications of that? I am not certain your attorneys can simply fix this!"

Annie sat quietly, considering the implications of our little romp in the snow.

"Also, M'Lady, if I might say so," Hoku continued, "you may recall that Michael and I had a romantic getaway of our own scheduled for today. Under the circumstances, he has now returned to Hawaii to attend to some other matters. So I am now fully available to assist you with your concerns."

"Oh, my sweet Hoku," Annie apologized. "I am so so sorry for spoiling your holiday! Please dear, let me make it up to you. Is there anything I could offer that might console you?"

Hoku glanced into her rear view mirror and looked me right in the eyes. My heart skipped a beat as the raven-haired beauty held my gaze for a long moment with the ocean of her gorgeous blue eyes. Then she turned her gaze again back to the road.

"Thank you, Your Ladyship, but no," Hoku replied with a sad sigh. "I'm afraid there is nothing you can offer at this time that might be suitable compensation."

I reeled from the implications of this last exchange. I had long been resisting an attraction to Annie's sultry, copper-skinned Girl Friday, but this was the first hint that she might possibly reciprocate that attraction. Annie stared at the back of Hoku's head, and then turned to me, her brow knit with suspicion. With her powers of the mind, not much gets past Annie.

The rest of the drive passed in a moody silence, as we all contemplated our own thoughts. I wondered what the future might now hold for us all, with pending criminal charges, an increasingly erratic wife, and a shocking revelation from her long-time associate and confidante. I'm sorry to report that our troubles only deepened as our winter of discontent unfolded.

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The story of Annie and Our Wild Adventures
continues in Part 4, coming soon!