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

Well, we were really in a mess, following the incident on the ski slopes in Colorado. Annie and I had enjoyed a wild night at our chalet with some 160 year old love wine, which had fermented to ultimate potency. We had enjoyed a surreal night of extreme expanded sex after drinking that last bottle of the wine made from the melon, which Annie and her first husband preserved on their island. Annie's tits grew so big that I was lost between them. And then, my cock swelled inside Annie to such ridiculous proportions that it seemed as if Annie's pussy was bigger on the inside than the outside.

Annie and I fucked and sucked each other all through that long night and into the next day. My cock ejaculated a never-ending fountain of cum, and Annie's breasts again lactated the amazing tit pudding, which had happened before on our honeymoon. We licked and sucked and swallowed and drank so much of each other's juices, and we got a great deal of this slime all over ourselves and the floor of our chalet. With Annie, sex is transcendental, an amazing, mystical experience.

Afterwards, we hit the slopes, but learned the hard way that things had changed for us. We discovered that day that our melon-enhanced abilities now included immunity to the cold. We also discovered that our melon obsession was impairing our good judgment. We made both of these discoveries when we stripped off all our clothes and got naked, outside, right there on the skiing trail. We were unbothered by the cold, didn't even feel it, but that wasn't the bad part. We got so horny that we lost all inhibitions about fooling around in public, right out in the open on the trail.

So in the end, we got busted for indecent exposure and lewd behavior, among other charges. We were ordered to submit a psych evaluation, and had other legal problems. I mean, hell, we were guilty as charged, but who would believe the truth anyway? That we were under the influence of a magic melon that gave us sexual super powers??? Well, it's times like this when it's nice to be rich. We had our lawyers pull out all the stops, and find any legal loophole that might get us out of this.

We were able to pay some fines and make a... *ahem*... "generous donation" to the judge's campaign fund, which got our charges greatly reduced. But that damn sheriff wouldn't drop the charges altogether, no matter what. Apparently, he's very involved with his church, and feels that people like us needed to be taught a lesson. Oh well, I don't deny that we did need a lesson. Maybe Annie and I should have found a church of our own? Had we learned that lesson early on, we could have avoided a lot of trouble later.

At any rate, we still faced sex crime charges that could get us registered as sex offenders. Neither Annie nor I wanted that, for obvious reasons. Also, it might have some serious repercussions for her big coming-out party in London the next spring. Annie did not want anything to interfere with that. So our attorneys got our court date pushed way back on the docket, into the summer.

My greater concern was about the effect that the melon was having on us, especially our minds. The melon had preserved our youth, and kept us both looking like a couple of horny teenagers after all these years. I was 52 and didn't look a day over 20. Annie was over 180 years old, and time had stood still for her since she first ate the melon on her 18th birthday, in 1844. Thanks to the melon, we're both extremely libidinous and impulsive, and we have an all-consuming need to have sex about a dozen times a day, the enjoyment of which is greatly enhanced by Annie's expanding breasts and my expanding penis.

Since we first got together the previous summer, we'd been playing it very dangerously, having open sex in public places and in moving vehicles. At least we were doing it out of sight from other people, though we had several close calls. But it seems like we're both addicted to having greater and greater thrills, and our sexual escapades were getting more risky and explicit. It was only a matter of time before we crossed the line.

This brazen sexual impulsiveness is especially true of Annie. While Annie is essentially a modest and demure English noblewoman of the Victorian era, deep down Annie is a nymphomanical wildcat with a very unruly streak. Once she gets turned on (which is all the time, by just about everything) she completely loses her head. I mean, totally. Annie is hypersexual in the worst way. She tunes out everything, and needs my cock, right then and there.

This situation could have only arisen because of her prolonged consumption of the melon, for over a century and a half. Annie was impulsive enough when I first met her, but lately, she's been completely out of control. She's gone from being a lusty she-lion to an outright sex-crazed crazy lady. She is, after all, extremely old, despite her youthful appearance, and she's eaten a considerable amount of melon over her many years. I'm lately wondering if Annie has developed some sort of melon-induced dementia, a long-term effect from eating this unknown fruit for so many years.

It all began with that strange episode in the mountains, on our honeymoon. We ate that mutated red melon, which produced this psychedelic experience where we seemed to turn into these slime creatures, with sexually active skin that felt orgasmic over our entire bodies as we slithered against each other. Then there was this last experience with that ultra-fermented love wine, which caused on off-the-chart episode of extreme expansion and prolonged fluid production.

It occurred to me that maybe these things didn't really happen, that they were hallucinations produced by some sort of melon toxicity. Whatever the case, while my own judgment has been severely impaired these days, Annie's behavior has become outright erratic. It seems like we come and go, sometimes our heads are clear and other times we can be irrational in our quest for the hottest possible sex.

But then again....

What the hell, who really gives a shit about all that? Damn, Annie and I are having such a great time! I don't care if people do think we're doing anything wrong, or even if we break the law! That's what those fuckin' lawyers are for, right? Shoot, we pay them money-grubbing bastards enough, so why can't we just do whatever the fuck we like? It's okay, as long as nobody gets hurt, right? Right?

Ugh! This is how things have been going for me, as my mind flips flops back and forth between recklessness and rationalism. Sometimes I'm thinking clearly, exercising good judgment, and other times, I'm as impulsive as Annie. I had hoped that at least one of us would keep our wits, lest we wind up in a world of trouble. But that hope was for naught.

Anyway, after that incident on the slopes that day, Annie and I decided to lay low for a while. So we just hung around the house, fucking each other's brains out, 24/7. Annie would grow her tits out really huge for me, about three or four feet each in diameter. We'd hang around the bedroom for most of the day, as I would play with Annie's gigantic tits, holding them, sucking on them, burying myself in her soft, sexy cleavage. I'd nuzzle my face against her soft nipples, and suck gallons of sweet milk out of them. And Annie would spend just as much time with my gigantic cock, working me up to one ejaculation after another, sucking out just as many gallons of my cum.

It would be great if we could just stay inside forever and go crazy with each other's bodies! But we did leave the house sometimes, and that was when we got ourselves into more trouble....

Annie's Business Trip

Annie and I both despise cities, preferring the wild places of the great outdoors. The city of Las Vegas is the antithesis of everything we love. It was therefore not surprising that we discovered that there is no city we despise more than Las Vegas. Annie was alarmed at the very notion of the town.

"A entire city, dedicated to vice and corruption? An embodiment of the depraved, debauched elements of human nature? I am appalled! Surely I am no prude, as were so many of my contemporaries during the reign of Her Majesty, Victoria! Yet I cannot reckon how such a vile monument to decadence is permitted to exist!"

We flew to Vegas to meet our lawyers on a business matter. It was nice to meet them on these happy terms, since we had burdening them so much of late with untangling our personal matters. Today, Annie was called in to help with conducting negotiations with a hostile party.

Annie's personal concern, the Berkshire Foundation, had a prospective buyer for one of its many holdings, a small company with several locations around the United States, including a factory in Pennsylvania. The deal was hanging up on this one point, but their offer was an insult. Annie elected to participate directly in the negotiations. Annie was not interested in the money as such, but simply did not wish for her interests to be trampled upon by such parties.

The meeting was held at Bellagio in Las Vegas, a very posh resort. Annie and I arrived in our most professional dress. I wore my favorite Armani suit, and Annie wore another one of her custom tailored pink business suits she loves so well. As we entered the hotel lobby, we were met by our elder attorney Zack Richards, and his grandson Zane. They escorted us to a conference room where our adversaries were waiting.

I chuckled as Annie undid the top buttons on her jacket, so that the single bottom button cradled her massive breasts from underneath. Annie undid the top three buttons on her blouse, thus exposing a long stretch of cleavage. Annie flashed me a little wink, and I knew that this adverse party was dead meat, even before she walked into the room.

Annie marched into the conference room, bold as brass, and immediately identified the president of the opposing company. Annie spoke in a light, bubbly voice, with an American accent, a slightly subdued version of her airhead "valley girl" voice.

"Um, Mr. Nakamoto? Hi! I'm Annie Penton!"

Annie reached her hand over the table to the man before he could rise to stand. She leaned far forward over the table, flopping her big tits before his face, and placing her considerable cleavage right at his eye level. Mr. Nakamoto took the bait, as his eyes were instantly magnetized to Annie's tits. Annie shook Nakamoto's hand vigorously, which made her bra-less tits jiggle and shake from side to side, her large nipples protruding through the thin fabric of her blouse.

"I see you've already met 'the girls,'" Annie quipped cheerfully, bringing a flush to the gentleman's face.

Mr. Nakamoto was speechless, and just sat there with his jaw agape. I elbowed Zane Richards and we exchanged a sly smile. In that moment, we became friends!

Zane and his grandfather and I took seats on our side of the table. Annie sat down beside me on the end, right next to Nakamoto, hiking up her skirt as she sat. She kicked off her pink pumps to make herself comfortable, and crossed her bare legs, revealing to Mr. Nakamoto a great deal of thigh. Annie rocked her barefooted leg back and forth over her knee, so that her fuscia-painted toes bobbed up and down, drawing more attention to her legs. The businessman was clearly flustered, unable to compose himself. He tried feebly to speak.

"Well... Ms. Penton is it? It was my understanding that we were to meet with Lady Arianna, the Viscountess Berkshire."

"Oh yeah, that's just me, but no biggie, don't worry about that," replied Annie, sounding very casual, informal, and American, like she was Anna Nicole Smith in a business suit, dismissing the comment with a wave of her hand.

Annie and Nakamoto spoke for some time about the properties in question, talking about the various assets. Annie played at coming across ditzy. At several points, she feigned ignorance of business matters. She often laughed and placed her hand on top of Nakamoto's, which made him visibly flinch. It seemed that Nakamoto was believing he would get everything he wanted, and he took on a very smug, arrogant demeanor. Just when the man was securely inside the trap that Annie baited, she took the lead of the conversation.

"Now, Mr. Nakamoto," Annie spoke, with mock consternation, "I'm looking at this offer for our factory. I mean, really! You don't seriously expect me to accept this, do you?"

Annie bit her lip and turned up her eyes in mock dismay.

"I mean, we both know it's worth at least twice that amount, even in the current economy." Annie faced Nakamoto directly and uncrossed her legs. (She never wears panties!) Then she crossed them again on the other side, offering the man a different angle of her creamy thighs. It was clear that Mr. Nakamoto noticed everything she showed him.

Nakamoto watched Annie's entire performance, and was breathing heavily. Beads of sweat dotted his forehead, though the air-conditioned conference room was quite cool. But the man was a pro, and he steeled himself.

"Ms. Penton, this property has been up for sale for over a year, and is hardly in a prime location, especially under these circumstances. Also, it will require considerable modifications to be usable. I believe our offer to you is very fair."

"Well sir," Annie replied thoughtfully, "the facilities have been upgraded in the past five years, and are actually very up-to-date. You would actually require no investment to get started. It's a turn-key operation. And as you know, the community is offering a ten-year tax abatement to the new owner. The union has even promised full cooperation, in the interest of keeping its membership employed. This price of ours is really quite a bargain."

A sheen of sweat dampened Nakamoto's forehead as he tried to maintain his tough veneer. Annie fixed her dazzling green eyes onto his, with a steely expression. Nakamoto struggled to maintain eye contact, but his eyes kept darting furtively at Annie's cleavage. It was clear to all that he was losing the battle.

"Ms. Penton, we did not travel across the ocean to overpay for this property. Our price stands. You should be grateful for a buyer and eager to accept our generous offer."

Annie uncrossed her legs again and dug her pretty toes into the carpet, and stood up, leaning her face all the way forward toward Nakamoto. Her tits flopped forward again and quivered, swinging slightly from side to side, right in front of his face. I do believe that Annie expanded her juggs ever so slightly, since her remaining blouse buttons grew taut. Nakamoto's eyes widened at the close proximity of Annie's creamy mounds, but he forced himself to look up at Annie's eyes. Now that her trap was set, Annie sprung its jaws.

"No thanks!" Annie said bluntly, right in Nakamoto's face.

Annie then bent waaaaay over to grab her shoes in her hand, giving Nakamoto a full down-blouse view. Then she stood up again. Her big tits jiggled and swayed from side to side, as she turned and walked away on her toes. Annie took three barefoot steps toward the door, turned again, offering a side-boob profile, and waved her fingers at Nakamoto.

"Bye-ee!" she said, and then she started away again, with her back turned.

"Wait!" called Nakamoto. "Ms. Penton! Please come back!"

Annie kept walking.

"I will give you 75% of your asking price!"

Annie just turned to flash him a quick grin, offering another little side view of her huge boobs, and continued, wiggling her plump little ass with each step as she neared the door.

Nakamoto stood up, a prominent bulge visible in the front of his pants.

"Lady Arianna, I will grant you your full asking price."

Annie stopped, and only slowly turned around. She put her finger on her cheek, pursed her lips, and looked thoughtfully up at the ceiling. Then she looked at Nakamoto, scrunched up her face, shook her head, and said, "Nah, I changed my mind."

"Your Ladyship," shouted Nakamoto, apparently frantic at the prospect that Annie might leave the room, "I will give you 150% of your original asking price! But that must be my final offer!"

Annie dropped her shoes and bounced on her toes. Then she swung her jiggling titties around and headed back over to the table. Flashing him a wide grin, Annie cupped Nakamoto's hands with both her own soft hands. I thought the man would faint!

"It's a deal!"

Once the offer was made and accepted, Annie dropped the flirtatious pricktease routine and adopted a very professional demeanor. It was agreed that the money would be donated to a local relief agency in Pennsylvania, working to provide job placement and other assistance for unemployed workers in that area and their children. In addition to the proceeds of the sale, Mr. Nakamoto agreed to donate $10,000 of his own money to the cause. Just like Annie is a lioness in bed, she is also a very tough negotiator! Annie always gets everything she wants, in the boardroom as well as in the bedroom!

Adult Convention

It just so happened that our meeting coincided with the big adult convention that happens each year in Vegas. Our friend from deviantART, Cutter2506, suggested that Annie and I attend an adult convention sometime. Since we happened to be in town anyway, we decided to check it out. It started out as a lot of fun, but in the end, this turned out to be a very bad move!

Annie wanted to get into the spirit of the event, so she dressed accordingly. Annie was wearing a hot pink bikini with a black leather mini-skirt and matching jacket, with a pair of matching pink spike heels. I was unable to get Annie to dress a bit more modestly. From our first day together, I had been urging her to let go of her inhibitions, and to put aside the vestiges of her "prim and proper" Victorian upbringing. Well, I got my wish, though I've come to regret it. With the recent turn in her behavior, Annie has really enjoyed going out dressed like a raunchy slut. She still did cling to a whiff of her old-fashioned sensibilities.

"Oh Bob," Annie whispered as we walked out of our hotel, "I feel rather embarrassed to go out being dressed so! But oh my, I feel so very saucy!"

I had to admit, Annie looked so friggin' hot in that outfit! Even though I see her naked for hours out of every day, there's something even sexier about a hot babe in provocative clothing. That short short leather mini-skirt revealed the full length of Annie's long, ripe, creamy legs, and her stiletto spike heels pinched her luscious calves taut. Annie's golden-brown hair cascaded down from her shoulders, onto her black leather jacket, and down her back.

But naturally, it was Annie's big, juicy tits that this outfit advertised. That little jacket was way too small to encircle Annie's considerable bustline, and her huge boobs protruded prominently forward. That skimpy bikini top was a couple cup sizes too small. (It's so hard for Annie to find a properly fitted Q-cup, even at a custom shop!) Since the top was too tight, Annie's luscious breast meat overflowed the edges of the cups. The thin fabric did not conceal Annie's plump nipples, which protruded prominently there through. The thin spaghetti straps of that top offered hardly any support, so Annie's big tits bounced and jiggled and swayed from side to side with every step.

Annie strode through the lobby of our hotel, teetering precariously on her spike heels, her huge juggs bouncing and jiggling and swaying with each step, and her plump ass wiggling from side to side with each long-legged stride. Naturally, every head turned to watch Annie go by. I was wearing a tight black tank top and a pair of black Dockers. I wanted to look imposing, and show off my bulging biceps, just in case any losers had any ideas about coming on to my Annie, as I expected would happen.

Annie and I rented a limo, so that we could make a splashy appearance when we arrived. We're usually not into all that pretentious bullshit that people do in places like Vegas, but what the hell, "when in Rome" and all that. We rode down the strip from our hotel to the Sands convention center, where the convention was being held.

When we got out of the limo, there were photographers all around snapping pictures. We got out and Annie waved at the cameras, like she was some sort of famous celebrity. We just laughed at these gullible dipshits, and thought it was kind of fun to get the star treatment for no particular reason. Of course, I couldn't blame them. With Annie's giant tits barely contained by that skimpy bikini, it was easy to understand why she'd catch their interest, especially at an adult convention. This was our first brush with the paparazzi, but unfortunately, it was not our last encounter with those goddamned bloodsuckers.

As we entered the hall, the gatekeeper took one look at Annie and informed us that there was a very strict "no nudity" policy at the convention. I had something to say to this asshole.

"Well, what's the story with that? It's a friggin' porn convention, isn't it? So you're saying that there's no sex or nudity allowed at a trade show for the sex and nudity industry???"

"Sir," the guy calmly explained, "Those are our rules, and this is just the way it is. If that is not suitable, then you'll have to leave."

Annie's skimpy bikini barely covered her areolas, and those sexy pink rims were constantly sneaking out over the edges of her cups. She had been fidgeting with her top as we walked up, and managed to have her areolas completely covered by the time we arrived at the gate. I looked at Annie and then back to the gatekeeper. Her top was staying in place, at least for the moment. With tits as big and jiggly as Annie's, the least of her concerns is just a little areola slip! Annie gave the dude one of her big, sexy smiles, and we both noticed the bulge in his pants.

"Well then, so why are you telling us this, anyway?," I countered, staring menacingly at him. "Neither of us are violating your policy. Right?"

The dude looked down at Annie's considerable cleavage again, and had nothing really to say. He just shrugged and jacked his thumb into the air behind him, pointing the way into the hall. Anyway, once we entered the hall, suffice to say that Annie's areolas were slipping out of that bikini top the whole time! Annie kept fidgeting with them as we walked around, which called even more attention to her big, bouncy whoppers.

Annie got a lot of attention everywhere we went. A lot of guys asked Annie for her autograph, convinced she was a famous porn star. I suggested that she sign "Bobbi Backache" (which is our little joke, since Annie never gets a backache, no matter how large her breasts expand). Several of these boneheads asked Annie how she pronounced her last name. A couple of them asked, "do you say 'Ba-kah-chee'?"

"Why yes, it's a Polish name," Annie replied with her crisp English accent, giggling at their stupidity.

"Wow, there really are serious dumbasses among today's young generation," I told Annie.

"Indeed! They might try expanding their horizons by reading some quality literature, such as 'Wuthering Heights.'"

As you might imagine, the attendees were mostly male, and very few women were in attendance. A lot of these guys were fat and/or nerdy and/or way too old for the girls they were ogling. Annie picked up a pack of stalkers who followed us around from a distance, keeping their eyes on her, as if we didn't notice they were there. I might have felt sorry for these pathetic specimens of manhood, but, um, no, not really. Instead, I was way happy to walk around with my arm around my sexy babe!

Along the way, we observed a wide variety of different types of oddballs, wearing all sorts of funky clothes, including a lot of characters tattooed and pierced in strange ways, and in strange places. Annie remarked, "They are reminiscent of the human curiosities displayed in travelling freak shows that were popular in England during my youth." It's amazing how, given enough time, what is considered freakishness in one generation becomes mainstream in a later one.

Of the few women that were walking the aisles, still fewer were attractive. Most of the hot babes in the place were working the booths, wearing bikinis and selling some sort of product. Many others were actual famous porn stars, selling autographed photos of themselves (while fully clothed of course, in keeping with the PG-13 policy of this XXX-rated event).

Annie and I wandered around that circus of sex, that parade of perversion, that den of decadence. Wow. Guess I must live in a cave, but I had no idea that there were so many different ways for people to get their jollies, or so many "appliances" for helping said effect. There were sex dolls and naked mannequins and a variety of objects that defied description. Some of that stuff was funny, some of it was interesting, but a lot of it was just way too much for us. At one booth in particular, there were a number of strangely-shaped objects. Annie asked me what those were, and I discretely explained to her their function.

"You mean that one is to place such an object up inside oneself?" Annie loudly exclaimed, incredulously. "And use it for gratification?" Every head in the place turned that was not already fixed on her. Annie and both laughed hysterically, as did a lot of the onlookers.

As we walked off Annie remarked, "How pitiful, that these children require such elaborate assistance, simply to draw enjoyment from sex."

"Well babe, not everybody enjoys what we share with the melon."

"Indeed, but my, can couples in love not simply strive to please one another? It does not seem such a difficult matter."

I hated to explain to Annie that not everybody today who has sex is a "couple in love." I wondered to myself (not for the first time) whether the Victorians of Annie's time had it right instead of our generation. Though they didn't "let it all hang out" like people do today, they must have found enough satisfaction from their sex lives, since they lived long lives together with just one spouse, and had large families. Seems that you can't end up with 10 kids without having a lot of sex!

Annie was also approached by a couple of actual porn stars, who were also roaming the aisles....

"Hey hon, we were wondering, who did your implants? They look great! Very natural!"

"Mmmm, excuse me?" replied Annie, puzzled by the question.

"Oh c'mon! Y'know... your boobs! I mean, they can't be real!"

"Well, they are indeed my own breasts, if that's what you mean," Annie explained innocently. "If they are not my own, then whose would they be?"

"Oh right, so you're saying that all that sweater meat is really yours? They're fuckin' gigantic!"

"Oh, I apologize, I did not gather your meaning," Annie replied, relieved. "Let me just say that I've been blessed for many years with a wonderful dietary regimen, which has resulted in my... er... endowments."

"Well honey, whatever your secret is, I wish you'd share some of it with me! I don't blame you for keeping it to yourself! If I had a pair like yours, I'd be one rich girl!"

This chick reached up with both hands and gave Annie's big tits a squeeze. Annie was completely flustered and at a loss for words by this gesture, but the girls walked off laughing before Annie could find the words.

Annie had similar conversations along the way, with several different big tit models, some of whom I recognized. They all assured Annie that she would be a natural, that she had it what it takes for a career in erotic modeling. Annie's eyes wandered off into space as she listened to these porn stars try to recruit her for their profession, clearly giving the idea considerable thought.

We didn't just hear that from the stars. Annie was approached by several porn producers who wanted to sign her up. She turned them all down. One particular asshole was very pushy and insistent. He was a total greaseball and a scumbag, and his eyes were fixed on Annie's tits nearly the whole time, as he proposed his business arrangement.

"Whoa! Lookit them gigantic knockers! Honey, you really got the right stuff for big boob modeling! How 'bout we arrange a photo shoot for you right here in Vegas? Then we could see where things go from there. What are you doing tonight?"

Annie turned and looked at me expectantly, like a little girl asking permission to do something naughty. I just shook my head slowly but firmly from side to side.

"No thank you. My husband does not wish me to be involved with such performances."

Looking up from Annie's juggs, the asshole spoke to Annie, ignoring me completely, leaning confidentially toward her, speaking quietly in her ear, as if he thought that I couldn't hear what he said.

"Hey, do you always do everything your husband says? C'mon babe, it'll be fun!"

Annie glanced at me and then looked at the floor, a blush rising to her face. I could see that she found the offer to be very attractive, and that maybe she found something else attractive besides the offer. I was quickly getting very pissed.

"Thank you very kindly, but no. Years ago, there was a persistent gentleman by the name of Mr. Russ Meyer who insisted that I perform in a movie that he was filming. I believe it was entitled, 'Mondo Topless.' It was a tempting offer, though my husband forbad it. So, I did indeed decline that offer as well."

The porn producer had a blank look on this face, and just blinked at Annie's remark, as if she were speaking a foreign language. I laughed to consider that Annie had the chance to star in that legendary, pioneering big tit movie from 1966. Annie could have been the queen of big-tit porn stars for the last half-century, from the very beginning of the genre, if that interested her. But this asshole was really persistent.

"Listen babe, you got some huge fuckin' titties! A lot of guys would love your movies, and would pay big bucks to join your exclusive club. We could make you a fortune with your big, bouncy moneymakers!"

Annie looked at this scumbag longingly, as if she found both him and his proposition to be very desirable. He looked like a criminal to me. He was maybe 28, on the tall side, and had a square, solid shape. His black hair was slicked back, and he had permanent five o'clock shadow on his face around a well trimmed goatee. He was wearing a white tank top, which showed a hairy chest with lots of gold blings, and arms covered in tattoos. He looked like the kind of guy who scores with the chicks, which is probably how he got into the big tit porn business.

In our early days together, following our honeymoon last summer, Annie only had eyes for me, and she completely ignored all other men. But lately that's been different, ever since that night at our chalet with the love wine. I've now been catching Annie noticing these cocky, aggressive types. Annie and I have been happy together, and she always speaks admiringly of my own dark, handsome features, and my chiseled muscles. But I'm mostly a quiet, easygoing kind of guy. I can handle myself in a fight, and usually get the best of my opponent, but I don't go around drawing attention to myself, throwing my weight around, looking for trouble. But ever since that crazy night, Annie has been noticing the cocky show-offs that stand out in a crowd.

When we're out lately, it's been the loud assholes that always turn Annie's head. I've caught her gazing at the "bad boys" who like to brag and talk shit and make a scene in public. All sorts of "alpha males" have lately been attracting Annie's attention... the bikers, the street thugs, the smooth talkers, the low life types... all the sorts of guys who strut around, smiling and saying hi to every attractive girl they pass on the way.

Naturally, Annie and her big tits always attract a lot of attention, whether we're out on the town, or just buying stuff at K-Mart. These guys will say something to Annie, and lately I'll catch Annie returning their smiles, giving them a bright-eyed look, and responding to their friendly greetings. Annie has been giving these guys a lot of encouragement, and now she even flirts back with other men. Though Annie's behavior has been increasingly erratic since the night of the love wine, I was hoping she wouldn't go any further than that. I try to ignore all the gorgeous babes who I always catch looking my way, to be devoted to my gorgeous wife. I would only expect that Annie would do the same in return.

Anyway, Annie actually acted torn over Mr. Greaseball's offer. I understood that she has long felt an urge to be a big tit model, and pose in the nude and perform in porn movies, going all the way back to the advent of the medium, at the dawn of photography. But Annie's devotion to to her man always prevailed, and she would have never given in to that impulse. Apparently that has changed. The only thing holding her back right now was my disapproval, and she seemed to care less and less about that all the time. Annie stood there, indecisively, not replying, as if her answer to this bastard might have been different had I not been standing right there. Finally, Annie gave him an answer.

"Thank you sir, but no. If I were to ever consider such performances, it would only be with my husband."

This clown finally turned my way and eyed me up and down. He was a real shady character if I ever saw one. He clearly sensed Annie's hesitation, and knew that she was actually interested in his offer, though I wouldn't permit it. Then he leaned close to my wife once more, again thinking that I couldn't hear every word he was saying.

"Listen sweetheart, with those gigantic juggs of yours, you'll be a huge star, maybe even the hugest porn star ever. This is a very lucrative offer, so don't turn it down."

Then this cocksucker leaned in even closer, and put his hand on Annie's shoulder.

"But there's just one little thing. The deal is, I get to take you for a ride myself."

"I beg your pardon?" said Annie, incredulously.

"You know... we fuck! On camera! I play with those juicy big tits of yours... you suck on my cock... we do the nasty... all the good stuff, just you and me!"

My fist was balled up and I was just about to swing it at this guy, when Annie wound up and smacked him across the face.

"How dare you! You cad! You blackguard!" shrieked Annie.

This cocksucker looked pissed, like he was going to retaliate back at Annie. It's a good thing for him that a security guard was nearby who saw the whole thing, and jumped right in. A minor tussle ensued as the guard pulled him back a few feet.

"All right, all right, I'm leaving," said Mr. Greaseball, shaking off the guard's grip. But this fucker had some serious balls, since he extended a business card and reached it over to Annie, who took it from his hand.

"Hey, listen babe, my offer still stands! Send me a text sometime!"

Annie harrumphed at this suggestion.

"Well! I do not know who this poltroon believes himself to be, but I shall not send him any textbooks, or anything else, at any time, ever!"

I laughed to myself at Annie's naiveté of modern life. She has not yet gotten around to learning about texting! Mr. Greaseball doesn't know that that guard really saved his ass. After I mopped the floor with him, Annie might have turned her mental mojo on him!

Annie took out the card and read the name.

"'Billy Breeze'... clearly an unlikely pseudonym. Hmmmm...."

Huh, I heard of that asshole. He makes some of the most popular hard-core porn movies with the hottest big tit models working today. He stars in most of them, but I'll bet he fucks all of those girls who work in his studio, whether or not they appear on camera together. I suppose he thinks his offer to Annie is some sort of special honor. I assumed that Annie had tossed that card, since I trusted my wife. Maybe I should have taken the card from her anyway, just to make sure.

"Though he was clearly a clearly a rapscallion, that was man was rather dashing...." said Annie, wistfully.

"What?" I replied to Annie. "Are you serious? He's a complete scumbag!"

"You know, Bob," said Annie, quickly changing the subject, "we have often spoken of my desire to pose for erotic photographs and moving pictures. As you know, I have come to enjoy the notion of cavorting about in the nude."

Yes, we had often discussed this. Early on, I wanted to post sexy nude pics of Annie online, but she would not allow it. But ever since that night of the love wine, Annie has been pestering me to post her nude pics and movies on the web. Only now, I've been trying opposed to the idea. There were already numerous phone videos circulating around the web of Annie's wet t-shirt contest in Hawaii, and our recent nude "frigophilia" incident at the ski resort. Our lawyers couldn't clean those off the web fast enough. Those movies have caused a lot of trouble. Besides, with Annie's recent slutty behavior, I did not want to give her any such encouragement.

"Annie, I've taken lots of nude pictures and movies of you, and we've enjoyed looking at them together. Isn't it enough for that to be our own special, personal thing?"

"Yes, certainly, Bob," spoke Annie, clutching my arm, squeezing her squishy tits tightly against my chest. "But I also wish to have other men behold my abundant charms! I wish to have other men desire me also, as do you! I wish to see the image of my nude body in publications, and on those computers! The very thought of it is most titillating! That thousands of cocks might become engorged at the sight of my bare teats! The mere notion of it makes my nipples tingle afresh!

"Yes Annie, so you have said, several times now," I muttered. With her mental powers, Annie would probably know every time some guy's cock became stiff at the sight of her huge tits, in pictures and on screens. Annie has been so flirtatious toward other men lately, it's gotten way beyond prickteasing, and I'm not liking this change in her demeanor at all.

"But Bob, the idea of it excites me so! I feel that I must truly be a... what was the word you use?"

"'Exhibitionist,' Annie, a girl who becomes aroused herself at the idea of showing off her nude body to make guys horny."

"Yes, Bob! That's it exactly! I wish to embrace becoming an exhibitionist!"

I wished we didn't have to have this conversation again, right here and now. At first, I was happy to see Annie loosen up and become free, but like any man, I was also jealous and protective of my beautiful wife. In spite of that, I hated to admit to myself that I get turned on at seeing Annie bring out her tits for other guys. It's a kick knowing that other guys want Annie, as long as I was the only one that could actually have her. But Annie was getting carried away telling me of her lustful daydreams.

"Oh Bob, I become so aroused at the notion of displaying my feminine charms to strange men... I even allow my mind to wander, and imagine that I might couple with such strangers! I can envision all those rigid penises, made swollen at the sight of my bare teats! I can almost feel them within my mouth, that I should like to taste the strong flavor of the thick, viscous seed disgorged there from...."

I turned to her sharply, "Okay Annie, that's enough! You're going too far with this! You're MY wife, and don't you forget it!"

Annie blinked and turned toward me, her eyebrows knitted in anger.

"Well! You need not become so cross, Robert!" Annie pouted.

I was not liking this new trend in Annie's thinking, talking so much about other guys and their cocks. I don't know where all this will lead, or if Annie now has other new desires that she has not mentioned, that she wants to explore. Having Annie pose for nude photos and videos might be one thing, but there is one thing I'm sure of, I surely would not tolerate anyone else making hard-core movies with Annie, fucking my wife instead of me.

An awkward tension hung between us as we walked along past one raunchy booth after another. It was a mistake to bring Annie to this porn convention. What the hell was I thinking? It's only putting ideas into her head, and feeding her worst impulses, especially given the recent change in her behavior. Shit. This could have been avoided. It was my own damn fault for bringing Annie here.

Suddenly, Annie looked troubled, and abruptly turned around and headed in the opposite direction.

"Robert! Oh my heavens, I do not believe it!"

"What, Annie? What happened?" I inquired.

"Of all people, who should it be but HIM!"

I looked over, and who did I happen to see but Ian Goldsmith, that cocky reporter from the U.K. Daily Sprite! This was the same S.O.B who propositioned Annie at that wet t-shirt contest in Hawaii last fall. Annie had had a breast-expanding "wardrobe malfunction" where her swelling tits ripped through her t-shirt, thereby clinching her victory in the contest. Goldsmith mentioned Annie prominently in his article, which created quite a lot of trouble for us. He must still be working on his series about sexy pastimes around the USA, and this was why he was here in Vegas.

"I don't think he saw us," I assured Annie. "But we'll have to be very careful to avoid him."

I beat Goldsmith's scrawny little ass pretty good when I saw him last, and he's got another good ass kicking coming, for what he wrote in that article. But I really don't want that to happen today, here at this convention. Fortunately, I thought, the hall is big enough so that we can hopefully avoid him. That proved to be a stupid idea. We should have gotten out then while we could.

Annie's Pole Dance

At the end of aisle, in a corner of the hall, there was a booth with a pole dancer. There was this tiny-breasted girl wearing pasties, doing a very uninspired routine. No one was really watching her, but Annie was fascinated.

"Oh Bob, I so loved the circus as a young girl! There were various aerialists and others twirling about, on ropes and poles! I had no idea that such pastimes were still in vogue today!"

I had to laugh at Annie and her innocent naiveté.

"Annie, these pole dances are not for young girls! The idea is for scantily-clad women to dance provocatively around the pole, and wiggle their sexy bodies, for the entertainment of horny guys!"

Well, dammit, I had to go and run my mouth. A mischievous twinkle shimmered through Annie's eyes, and I just knew what she was going to say next.

"Oh Bob! That sounds delightful! I should like to try this myself! Would you object, My Handsome Lover?"

"Annie...." I began, knowing full well that trouble was ahead. But Annie drew close, squishing her huge boobs against my chest, teasing her fingers through my hair, trying to butter me up.

"Oh Robert, you have often urged me to lose my inhibitions, to become free and open in this libidinous era! You know how, since Hawaii, I have so longed for another opportunity to parade about before an audience!"

Oh sure, I've heard all about it, especially lately, and yes, I did indeed encourage Annie early on, But as Annie herself well knows, I no longer encourage her like this, especially since she's been flirting with other men.

"Oh Bob, what could be the harm? I should be so very pleased if you would permit me. You enjoy when I dance for you, do you not?"

That's the whole problem! It's one thing for Annie to do a sexy dance for me, when we're alone, but it's a whole nother thing for her to do it in front of a crowd of horny guys at a friggin' porn convention! With Ian Goldsmith in the hall, yet! But given our earlier conversation, I'm not surprised that Annie would bring this up now.

We both knew that Annie had lately had this little "problem" where her big boobs would spontaneously expand. We both knew that Annie's huge tits might "accidentally" expand here today (or maybe not-so-accidentally.) The way Annie has been talking and carrying on lately, I had no doubt that she really wanted to end up with her tits out before an audience. I was curious how far she might actually go.

Annie stared at me expectantly with her dazzling green eyes, twirling her finger through my chest hair as she pleaded for my permission. Shit. At least she was asking me. She still wanted my approval. If I said no, she'd probably get all pouty... or maybe she'd just go ahead and do it anyway. Oh well, when you get right down to it, I wanted to see Annie up on that stage myself, so what the hell. But I had had pretty bad judgment myself since that night with the love wine.

"Alright then. Go ahead, Annie."

Annie got all giddy like a little girl! She squealed with delight, clapped her hands and bounced up and down (making her juggs bounce up and down). Then she hugged me and bounced over to the girl on the pole.

"Excuse me, but might I have a turn on your pole?"

The flat-chested dancer looked down at the long valley of Annie's cleavage, bulging out from that skimpy bikini top. A smirk curled up at the corners of her mouth, replacing her bored expression. She quickly jumped down and said, "Have at it, hon!"

Annie jumped up on the stage excitedly. Appreciative hoots and whistles greeted her arrival on the platform (no doubt from the guys who'd been following her around.) The noise got louder when Annie removed her jacket and tossed it to me with a wink. A roar went up from the crowd when Annie bent her big boobs over to strip off her tight mini skirt. She wiggled her plump ass around to work that tight skirt over her hips, which sent her bouncy tits in motion. Annie tossed me her skirt and blew me a kiss as the DJ put on a new tune, just for her.

Now Annie was down to just that skimpy, hot pink bikini! A thumping beat when out from the speakers as Annie grabbed the pole. Annie spread her legs wide as she embraced that pole. The straps on her bikini top strained as Annie slid her boobs up and down the pole, working it between her cleavage. The pounding beat of the music matched the heartbeat of every male observing.

I stood next to the stage and saw an increasing crowd of guys gather around as Annie grinded her hips. My cock got hard as a rock, watching Annie make love to that pole, expecting that she'd be making love to my own pole before too long. Though I often watch Annie dance, that pole added a new dimension to the excitement. Note to self: get a pole for our house!

Annie whipped her body all around, sending her tits flying. Annie's hair was mussed and disheveled as she circled that pole, rubbing herself all over it. Annie was really getting into it, and a sheen of sweat broke out on her face. Annie looked at me with a lusty look, her mouth open, as she licked her lips.

Annie was gyrating faster and more furiously, and she was getting really carried away! She kicked off her heels into the gathering crowd, which made those horny bastards scream louder. Well, guess Annie is going barefoot from here out!

Annie twirled around the pole, and then reached up her legs and wrapped them around it! Somehow, she was still twirling, though her feet didn't touch the ground, flying around that pole. Annie leaned backwards, stretching her arms behind her, only her legs holding the pole.

I felt a prickle on the back of my neck, and knew that Annie really was floating, just like that day in the clouds over Hawaii. Gravity doesn't give Annie much trouble these days, ever since that incident. Annie's tits were flopping and swinging around all over the place, barely restrained by that skimpy bikini. Sure enough, her areolas were slipping and sliding outside of that top, with plump rolls of breast meat bulging over the edges.

By now, Annie had gathered a big crowd around herself, watching her sexy dance. I had a huge lump in my pants from watching Annie jiggle around, and no doubt all the other guys had the same. Annie lowered her feet to the platform and reached behind to hold the pole, projecting her enormous bust forward, bouncing her big titties all around, and dancing her hips from side to side to the punching beat.

Annie's eyes were closed, and a look of sensual pleasure was on her face. With her mental abilities, Annie was sensing all the male lust that was directed at her. I could feel that that was turning her on all the more. A wave of regret washed over me, that I allowed my voluptuous wife to perform up there, before this horny crowd. But damn, watching her dance made my cock jittery with excitement.

Annie bounced her tits up and down repeatedly, a dreamy, faraway look on her face. But with each bounce, I could see Annie's tits getting bigger. Annie's soft, jiggly breast flesh was oozing over the edges of each bikini cup. The strap between the cups were growing visibly taut as the mounds of sexy meat swelled with each bounce. The bikini top dug deeply into Annie's quivering, pink breast meat, which was extruding over the sides of the cups, and squeezed out around the straps. Annie's face was blissful, as if she were approaching a climax....

Annie arched her back and prominently projected her chest forward. One big bounce, and then another, and....

Suddenly, with no warning, Annie's tits expanded! It was too much for Annie's poor, overworked bikini top! The tension in the fabric relaxed as the little spaghetti straps on her bikini snapped! The two cups ripped apart, right in the middle, each cup going its own way. Annie's boobs popped forward, increasing several cup sizes in an instant! Annie had had another breast-expanding "wardrobe malfunction," just like at the wet t-shirt contest in Hawaii.

Annie's swelling tits were free at last, unleashed from their bounds. One enormous globe of pink flesh flew upwards as the other magnificent orb flew downwards. Annie's engorged nipples were exposed to the clamoring male throng, their pink flesh made shiny from her exertions on the stage. It seemed like time stood still as Annie's enormous juggs were revealed. Those succulent mounds of perfection hung suspended in the air as a surge of erotic excitement rippled through the crowd. The soft, rosy buds at the tips of Annie's breasts glistened in the bright stage lights, as if they invited every man in the audience to suck on them.

In that moment, Annie orgasmed, right there on the platform. You could see it on her face, and her erotic sensation was palpable. An orgiastic shock wave emanated from Annie's pink nipples, and radiated outward into the crowd. I gasped as this pulse was felt inside my cock, and simultaneous gasps were heard from all the guys around me, who felt the same thing.

Annie was now completely out of her mind, lost in a haze of erotic delirium. The burst bikini straps were draped onto her shoulders, and she grabbed her ruined top and flung it away from herself, without even opening her eyes. She threw the top in a different direction away from me, far out into the audience. Some lucky asshole has a sexy souvenir!

Now released from their captivity, Annie's distended titties flew outward, and the big bags of sexy meat flopped around all over the place! One huge tit bounced up and the other bounced down, and they bounced against each other, flying apart and bouncing back into each other, the tender flesh jiggling and quivering as undulating waves of motion billowed through them.

As you might imagine, the mostly-male crowd went absolutely ape-shit! My heart was pounding with anticipation, that we'd soon be leaving that place (without those guys), and thinking about what we'd be doing when we got back to the hotel! But I was worried about what might happen before that, and how I was going to get my sexy, vivacious wife away from this crowd of horny guys.

Annie looked up for only a moment as her top came apart, but then she succumbed to her own magic spell. Annie was acting like she was in a dream, unaware of her surroundings, completely oblivious to her topless state. The throng of guys screaming for her only fueled her enthusiasm for the dance.

Annie was gyrating around, swinging her hair all around in the air, her gigantic melons bouncing and jiggling all around, in every direction, which drove the crowd even more crazy! Annie's tits swelled with each sexy bounce, and her expanding spheres of flesh became larger and heavier and more jiggly, heaving and colliding with each other, making her nipples bulge out. Annie's body became slick with sweat, and her nipples appeared wet and shiny, like I had been sucking on them.

Annie's tits had swelled bigger than beach balls and still growing, and her nipples were larger than tennis balls. Still she danced harder and faster, driving herself and the audience crazy. It was like a feedback loop, with the crowd making Annie hornier and hornier, and in return, she making the crowd hornier and hornier! The guys screamed louder and louder as Annie's tits grew bigger and bigger. It seemed like something (or someone!) was about to explode!

Annie turned around the pole and slid her big bare boobs between it, making love to that pole with her juicy juggs, tittyfucking it like it was my cock. Annie gyrated and jiggled her massive mammaries between the pole, her swollen pink nipples quivering with each subtle motion. Then, unexpectedly, Annie arched her back and stretched the entire length of her limber body backwards, at an impossible angle, along the length of that pole. Annie's enormous tits flopped backwards, all the way down into her face, and bounced all around. Every guy in the place just about lost his shit!

Annie straightened up again and grabbed the pole once more. Then she arched backwards again, flopping her gigantic spheres right back down. The guys in the crowd went nuts as Annie somehow flopped her tits around, as she arched her back up and down. Annie's mountains of meat smacked against her face with each arch, and then they smacked down heavily against her belly and thighs when she straightened up. Only Annie's melon-reinforced spine kept her from breaking in half!

Annie's big balloons kept expanding as she danced, swelling and growing bigger with each shake. Every eye in the house was widened with disbelief. Annie's tits were easily two feet across, and her nipples were the size of oranges. Annie's gigantic juggs hung heavily downward, becoming oblong as they sagged, and flattening oblate as they smashed into her belly and each other, bouncing together like blobs in a lava lamp.

Annie turned her overripe ass to the crowd and shook it all around, from one side to the other, as her mountainous breasts hung low in front of her, past her hips, jiggling and bouncing all around. Annie was smiling at every male face in the crowd, but when she looked at me, she did not give me a look of recognition. Annie was completely off her rocker, totally out of control in the misty haze of her erotic dance, and didn't even know who I was. At that moment, I was just one of the many guys cheering her sexy dance.

Annie wrapped her legs around the pole and rode it, weightlessly spinning herself all around. There were dozens, maybe hundreds of phones held high in the air, recording the whole event. Maybe you saw these movies on the Internet? Afterwards, when Annie came to her senses, it was all she could do to have our people scour those pics and vids off the web.

Reaching her legs down to the platform again, Annie swung her whole body around that pole, as her tits grew bigger... and BIGGER!... and B~~~I~~~G~~~G~~~E~~~R!!!!!!! to the thumping rhythm of the music. Annie's tits continued to swell, to 24 inches each in diameter, to 26 and then 28, and still continued expanding, her nipples puffing out and bulging forward, her areolas stretching to greater and greater diameters, becoming thinner and softer and shinier as they stretched.

Annie had lost control and was completely caught up in the frenzy of her sexy BE dance. Annie's tits were out of control, and I had no idea how big they would end up growing. Annie's gigantic tits were now probably each three feet in diameter, and hung down past her knees. Annie's engorged nipples were the diameter of soccer balls, a deep shade of pink, and her areolas were maybe a foot and a half across.

At that size, Annie's monster mammaries were like two gigantic water balloons of flesh, and they wobbled and wavered in the air like a pair of giant amoebas as Annie tossed them up and down and thrashed them from side to side. I was amazed that Annie could even handle them at that size, that the weight of her jiggling blobs of sexy flesh wasn't pinning her to the floor.

Annie was looking straight at me as she bounced her whoppers up and down. It now seemed that she knew me again, that she was back to herself. But I knew what it meant when Annie gets that look on her face! Annie arched her head back, and stuck out her serpentine tongue, licking the air. Simultaneously, I felt the sensation of Annie's tongue tingling on my cock. Annie was using her mental powers to give me a virtual blowjob from the stage! Annie circled her lips and rolled her head back and forth! I could feel the sensation of her mouth stroking on my cock!

After Annie's incredible performance, my cock was red hot and hard as a rock! It was so close to cumming that it needed little encouragement. Annie bobbed her head once, twice, and her lips formed a sucking shape. I could feel the suction of Annie's sexy mouth as it was drawing the semen out of my testicles.

My cock trembled with the imminent explosion of Annie's oral stimulation, from where she was up on the stage. And then I felt a fire hose of cum shoot out of my cock! Annie smiled, her lips and cheeks seeming to gulp down my load from across the distance, as her mind telepathically transported the semen from my cock to her mouth.

I tried to be quiet about it, and not make any noise, but my knees knocked together with the overwhelming sensation. I couldn't control this massive orgasm Annie inflicted upon my stiff cock, and I inadvertently grunted with pleasure. I would have completely basked in that moment, but at the same time, the guy next to me also grunted. And the other guy next to me too! And guys all around! A collecting grunt went up from of all the guys in audience! I looked around, and some guys were shuddering, some collapsed to their knees, and others even fainted outright!

Dammit!!! Annie's virtual blowjob was not just for me! She mentally sucked off ALL THE FUCKING GUYS in that crowd! Annie stood on the stage, her mammoth juggs hanging nearly to her feet, her quivering nipples inches from the platform, her head leaned backwards, with a blissful expression on her face. Annie's mouth was moving as though she were gulping and licking her lips, and she had a happy, satisfied smile on her face.

I quickly checked my pants, and sure enough, I did NOT cream my jeans! My cock felt wet, but there was no sticky load under my zipper. That's because my jizz went into Annie's mouth... just like every other guy in this place. Annie somehow managed to suck the cocks of EVERY ASSHOLE in the audience!

Then the thumping musical beat stopped abruptly. Somebody must have cut the power to the DJ. Annie's dance had only gone on for maybe a minute or so, but what minute it was! I looked around and chaos had ensued. A huge crowd of guys had collected in this corner to watch Annie's breast-expanding pole dance. No one understood what happened, and most of these guys were overcome by the intensity of the experience.

I was furious and heartbroken with Annie! How could she do such a thing? How could she have betrayed me totally? A posse of security guards was over at the edge of the crowd, looking our way, trying to get through to Annie. There was no time to ponder the situation. I hopped up onto the platform and grabbed Annie by her shoulders. Her head was still lolling around, her eyes closed, a euphoric smile on her face. I shook Annie, hard, partly to wake her, and partly to keep myself from smacking her across her face.

"Annie! Wake up, dammit! Snap out of it!"

I shook her hard again, and Annie's head rolled around and then straightened up. She opened her eyes halfway and looked at me, as though in a drunken fog. Her speech slurred, Annie spoke innocently.

"Oh my, hullo Robert! What has happened? What is this place?"

"Annie, we have to get out of here, NOW! You need to get your shit together, real quick!"

Annie seemed to have no clue that she was standing on a stage in front of a crowd, topless, her tits hugely expanded, wearing only bikini bottoms. Annie looked around the hall blearily, taking in the sights of the chaos she caused. Then her vision became more focused, and her eyes widened in surprise! Annie had come back to herself, and realized everything that had happened.

"Oh my goodness! Oh Robert! What have I done?"

Annie quickly snatched her leather jacket back from me and slid it over her shoulders. Not that it did any good. It wouldn't have covered her up even if her juggs were their "normal" watermelon-size. Annie knitted her brow, scrunched up her face and made a supreme effort to call back her tits. They began to shrink, slow at first but then more quickly, rising up from her ankles to her knees to her hips as they decreased in diameter. I stood guard over Annie as she struggled with her tits, to protect her from all the men gathered around, who were now shaking off the clouds from their own heads, and were noticing Annie again.

Annie managed to shrink her tits to beach ball-size, but then they would shrink no smaller. Annie tried and tried, but she could not call them back any more than that. The security guards were making their way through the crowd toward us, so Annie turned her back to them and put one leg and then the other into her mini-skirt, and then quickly wiggled it up onto her hips.

I jumped off the platform and then reached up to help Annie down. Her 20-inch diameter breasts hung down in my face, her still-bare nipples jiggling before my eyes as I reached up to grab her tiny waist.

A group of guys were waiting for us on the floor and crowded around us, all reaching to cop a squeeze off Annie's huge tits. I tried my best to push them all away, but there were too many horny guys reaching over to touch Annie's voluptuous breasts. But just then the security guards finally pushed their way through the crowd.

"I'm sorry," said one of the guards, "but you two have to leave NOW!"

I looked over and there was this professionally-dressed woman with a dyke haircut behind the guards, bitching at them and also talking some serious shit to Annie. I inferred that she was with the convention management, and boy, was she pissed! Not only did Annie violate the convention's no-nudity policy, but her dance created a near riot! Apparently, even the security guards had been watching Annie's dance, instead of throwing her out like they were supposed to do.

Being female, the Convention Bitch was not mesmerized by Annie's topless, big tit, breast-expanding dance, like the male security guards, who were now working hard to keep a circle around us, and to keep all those other guys away from Annie.

"This is why we have these policies, you stupid whore!" shouted the Convention Bitch at Annie, over the noise of the crowd.

"Hey, fuck off, lady!" I shouted back. "You can't talk to my wife like that!"

"Wife? Well then, why don't you keep your slutty 'wife' on a leash, asshole?"

"You wish you had a tenth of what Annie's got, you flat-chested, ugly bitch!" I fired back.

The woman didn't bother to trade any more insults with me, but instructed the guards to move us quickly to the nearest exit. Annie tried unsuccessfully to cover up her nipples with her hands, but they were as big as tennis balls, and her areolas were like dinner plates.

"Look, you two better just get your asses out of here real quick," the woman retorted, "before I press charges!"

All the guys around were snapping pics of Annie, and reaching past the guards to squeeze her tits. Annie was still trying to call back her gigantic juggs, but no luck. I looked at the faces of the crowd, and who did I see but Mr. Nakamoto and his associates from Japan! Good thing Annie and he had already signed that deal! He reached over to pinch Annie's nipples himself, and I wondered if he'd be calling our lawyers to propose any new deals. I can only guess what he'd be want from Annie now.

On The Streets of Vegas

The guards rushed us over to the nearest exit, kicked open the emergency door, and pushed us both out through it. We found ourselves out on a drab, deserted stretch of street, with nothing around, far from the main entrance, and no way out of the situation. The limo wasn't due back for several more hours, so there we were, suddenly back on the streets of Las Vegas, with Annie's oversized tits hanging out.

There were a couple cabs on the street, and I tried to hail one, but none would stop for us. We decided to run back toward the main entrance, to look for a cab there. Annie tried to hold her huge, bare tits to keep them from flopping around as we ran, but they were hard for her to handle at that size, under these circumstances. Annie was very upset, and she burst into tears, crying and wailing as we ran.

We ran around the corner amid a cacophony of car horns. Tires screeched as cars stopped to rubberneck at Annie's tits, which caused a series of fender-benders in that intersection from so many heads turning at once. I was doing my best to run interference, and block the view as Annie ran along, trying to hang onto her massive juggs, tears streaming down her face.

We approached the main entrance, and happily, there were a couple available cabs. But then we noticed a stampede of convention attendees pouring out the front doors, heading our way, looking for Annie. What could we do now? I jumped up and waved at the cabs, and thankfully, one cabbie surmised our need and drove up quickly.

I pushed Annie into the cab and dove in after her. I pulled the door shut just as those guys got there. The cabbie had the good sense to lock the doors. It was a good thing too, as the cab was nearly surrounded. Faces were pressed against the window, trying for a glimpse of Annie and her tits. Many more hands were pounding on the cab, trying to open the doors, clamoring for Annie to come out. The cabbie pulled the car ahead of this pack and then rapidly sped away.

"Get us to Bellagio, QUICK!" I ordered.

The driver was an elderly immigrant gentleman, apparently from the Middle East.

"Now you see here," he scolded sternly in heavily accented English, "I will not tolerate any funny business in my cab! Do you understand?"

"Just drive quick, okay?" I told him.

I can't say I blame the guy. For all the crazy things that happen in Las Vegas on a given night, it's not every night when a cabbie sees a bare-breasted woman with beach ball-sized tits get into his cab! You hear so many stories about cab sex in Vegas, and I could respect that maybe this guy wanted to maintain a clean vehicle for respectable passengers, and not have to be washing cum off the seats three times a night.

The cab turned the corner onto the strip. Now that the moment of crisis had passed, a gloomy mood settled over both of us. I was still really pissed at Annie for what happened, and who knows why she was throwing me an attitude. Annie's face was turned from me and her arms were crossed over her huge tits as she stared out the window at the kaleidoscope of flashing colored lights that is Las Vegas. I was the one who broke the silence.

" Well, you sure enjoyed yourself back there," said I, sarcastically.

Annie turned to face me, tears streaming down her face.

"Oh Bob, I feel terrible for what happened! I am so sorry, My Handsome Husband," she sobbed.

The apology did not placate my anger.

"Bullshit," I fired back. "You just said, not two minutes before, that you'd like to give a million guys a blowjob!"

"Oh Bob, that is not what I said," cried Annie dejectedly, burying her face in her hands.

"Then what did you say?" I countered.

Annie sobbed to herself, receiving no comfort or consolation from me.

"I was overwhelmed by that dance! Oh Robert, I had simply lost my senses! A madness had come over me! Just as the time at the ski resort! I had no idea beforehand how I might respond to so many lustful eyes upon me! It was as if I were overcome by the flood of raw, male passion! The sensation was tangible!

"My Love, I thought the act I was performing was only for you, for your own pleasure alone! I was not aware that those others were also caught up in that same enchantment! I was out my mind, unaware of myself and my surroundings! I could not help myself!"

This might well have been true. Annie was certainly off her rocker that day skiing, and her behavior on that stage was certainly also very erratic. Nonetheless, there were certain facts that Annie couldn't deny. Annie has often expressed an interest in performing nude, before men. And then she just so happened to "accidentally" bust out of her top. My, what a coincidence! On our first day together, Annie confessed to me that "deep down, I am truly a most shameless trollop! Beneath my bloated teats beats the lewd heart of a wanton slut! I have it within me to parade about before every lustful fool who would gaze upon my bare bosom." She certainly accomplished that today.

"Yeah, sure Annie, you've always talked about wanting to show off your tits in public. But lately you've been talking a lot about sucking the cocks of strange men. So now you went ahead and finally did it! So what about that? What am I supposed to think? How am I supposed to believe you?"

Annie looked at me like I stabbed her in the heart. Her gorgeous face contorted with grief, like a little girl, disbelieving that I could have actually spoken such hurtful words to her. Then she put her face in her hands again and burst out sobbing uncontrollably.

Yeah, sure, I said that to hurt her, I really wanted to hurt her. But hell, she hurt me first. I had no doubt that Annie really intended to suck those guys off, and was only pretending to sound sincere, crying crocodile tears for my benefit. Whatever her actual intentions might have really been, the fact is, she made no attempt to deny that she has expressed great interest in sucking off a group of men, and that it was her own sexy mouth that swallowed the cum of all those guys in that hall.

What really hurt the most was, this was the same thing that Annie had done for me so long ago. She herself had given me that "virtual blowjob" on that day we met in 1975. That was a special thing for me as a teenager, to have Annie suck me off from across the room, and it changed the course of my entire life. And now she had gone and done the same thing for a crowd of strangers, at a porn convention no less. Her tears didn't make her any less of a slut.

But then again, it's true that Annie was "virtually cheating" on her husband Bill that day when she sucked my cock from afar. She was giving him an actual blowjob, while I was a little peeping tom, spying on them from the closet. And Bill figured out what happened between us. He knew what his wife did for me that day. He knew that Annie was playing the slut with me.

Even if Bill really did have it coming, even if he had used his own mental abilities for "virtual infidelities" of his own, two wrongs don't make a right. Annie would not have been justified in taking out revenge on him by sucking my cock like she did. When it all comes back around, I guess I had this coming from Annie. I should have known from day one, 37 years before, that she was a slut, and could not be trusted.

I looked at Annie as she sobbed, tears falling onto her engorged breasts, and rolling down the sides. The cabbie looked at me in the rear view mirror, glaring bloody daggers at me with his eyes, clearly furious with us after listening to our conversation.

The cab was rolling down the strip, approaching our destination, and we were only a few blocks from the hotel. Annie couldn't step out of the cab like that, with her big tits out, before the doorman of that posh hotel, especially after such a nasty exchange of words. So I took off my big, size XL tank top and offered it to Annie.

"Here, cover yourself up with this," I said to Annie.

Annie looked up at me angrily, as if not sure whether or not to dignify my offer with an acknowledgement. Then she accepted my shirt and stripped off her leather jacket. Annie removed one sleeve and then the other, and then she was completely topless. There we were, both naked from the waist up in the back seat of the cab, as Annie prepared to pull my shirt on over her gigantic juggs. Suddenly, the cabbie slammed on the brakes, and the cab screeched to a halt!

"That is enough!" the cabbie yelled, turning around to holler at us. "I warned you! Now get out! Get out of my cab!"

We were both too stunned for words. Annie's eyes were red and puffy, but wide open in shock and surprise, her cheeks smeared with tears.

"Get out NOW!" bellowed the cabbie.

Not sure what else to do, we reluctantly exited the cab. We stepped onto the sidewalk, both of us without shirts on, Annie's gigantic tits jiggling there on the curbside. The cab sped off without the fare, stranding us in front of a crowd of gawking onlookers. Of all the unique sights for visitors to Las Vegas, none of them had ever seen a topless girl with tits the size of beach balls hanging down to her hips, with tennis ball-sized nipples all aquiver.

Annie grabbed the tank top and pulled it over her head. She attempted to wrestle it over her massive juggs, but even my big shirt was not big enough to stretch over her ample assets. Her nipples were still uncovered and the shirt was inadequate for the job. Annie whimpered pitifully, struggling frantically the pull down the shirt over her enormous globes of flesh. I looked over and our hotel was right there, only a short walk away, but it might as well have been 100 miles.

I then heard a car door slam, followed by the hated sound of the voice that I least wanted to hear in that moment.

"Well if it isn't Lady Arianna! And her idiotic consort!" mocked the oily British voice.

I turned around to see the smirking face of Ian Goldsmith. The scrawny little pretty boy exuded an air of smug confidence, knowing that he had us trapped, out in public, right where he wanted us. Unlike the loud, tacky Hawaiian shirt he wore at our last encounter, Goldsmith was now wearing a smartly tailored black pinstripe suit, with black shirt and tie to complete his "dastardly criminal mastermind" ensemble.

Apparently Goldsmith followed us from the convention hall. The cocky little shrimp threw back his shoulders in a gloating posture, as though he had obtained total victory over us. A crowd gathered around, drawn by curiosity of the unfolding scene and by Annie's enormous bare breasts.

Annie looked as though she might curl up into a little ball, right there on the spot. Her hands clutched at the tank top, which was bunched up at the tops of her gigantic spheres of flesh, inadvertently offering our nemesis an unhindered view of her rosy pink nipples. Her massive orbs jiggled furiously from her urgent efforts to cover herself.

"Hello, Your Ladyship, I see you are still dressed suitably for the occasion!" sneered Goldsmith, his eyes fixed leeringly on Annie's nipples, the corners of his mouth curling up in an evil smile of devious lust.

Annie's eyes shut in disbelief, as if she hoped Goldsmith would be gone when she opened them again. She visibly wilted under the harsh glare of her complete and utter humiliation, right there on the Vegas strip. Having stabbed Annie through the heart, Goldsmith then decided to turn the blade. Turning to me, he spoke.

"That was quite a performance your wife made up on that stage! I never fail to be impressed by her overflowing 'talents'! Her magic tricks never cease to amaze! Ejaculation without the ejaculate!"

That was it. Period. End of discussion.

POW!

One big punch and Goldsmith was flat on his back. He never saw it coming. I wound up and gave him everything I had.

Then I jumped on top of the little wussy and started pummeling his little sissy face. I took out all my pent up rage on him... for that hit piece on Annie he wrote, for my anger at her, and for the words he spoke just now. I was super-pissed to think that this little asshole was one of the "beneficiaries" of Annie's performance, that he had also received a "virtual blowjob" from my wife, and that his cum also telepathically ended up in Annie's mouth.

I punched one side of his face and then the other. It would have been no contest even if he had been fighting back, since I was half a foot taller than the little shit, and outweighed him by maybe 80 pounds of solid muscle. But Goldsmith was not fighting back. It was like Arnold Schwarzenegger beating up on Pee Wee Herman.

I only got to land five punches on Goldsmith and would have killed him, right there in the street, but then several arms lifted me off him. Somehow, there were three cops, who just so happened to be at the scene. They saw the whole thing, as did the crowd of maybe a hundred onlookers. There'd be no denying that I threw the first punch (or all the following punches for that matter).

I didn't try to pull away from the cops who were restraining my arms. No point in adding "resisting arrest" to the other inevitable charges. Goldsmith pulled himself off the ground, brushed off his fancy suit, and removed a handkerchief, wiping his bleeding nose. He had a gash on his forehead, and his cheeks would bruise up in a couple hours, but he appeared mostly unscathed. Then he threw back his shoulders and pointed at me indignantly.

"Officers, arrest that man!" commanded Goldsmith sanctimoniously, like a bad actor in a corny old movie.

The cops started hauling me toward the waiting cruiser. I turned at looked at Annie, and thankfully, she had managed to call back her tits a couple cup sizes. She was finally able to wrestle my tank top over her mammoth melons. The shirt was skin-tight and low-cut on her, offering a long length of cleavage, with her nipples poking out conspicuously, but at least Annie was covered.

Annie had gotten her tits covered up just in time, as Goldsmith stepped alongside her. A lascivious smile spread across his face and Goldsmith stepped predatorily up to my wife. His face turned downwards as he finally had the opportunity to inspect Annie's tits up close, without me around to do anything about it. The slime ball reached over to slide his hands around Annie's slender waist.

"Annie!" I called out, as the cops were pushing my head down into the car.

Annie turned and looked at me, a look of terror on her face at the prospect of being left alone with Ian Goldsmith. Then a cop stepped forward and grabbed Annie by the arm.

"Please come with me, miss," spoke the cop, tearing Annie away from the clutches of Goldsmith and escorting her toward the car.

At this, Ian Goldsmith flew into a rage.

"Now see here, officer," blared the arrogant reporter. "Unhand this woman immediately! I am NOT pressing charges against HER!"

"Well, that's just tough shit, pal," replied the cop sardonically, "but I'm arresting her at least for indecent exposure and disorderly conduct. Do you have any idea how much trouble this broad has caused today? For one thing, she caused a major multiple car pile up at the Sands."

Goldsmith sputtered helplessly as the police snatched his prize away from him. It seemed that he had the whole scheme figured out for getting Annie alone, away from me. No doubt he was responsible for the cops' timely arrival, and he knew he could goad me into punching him out in front of the cops and other witnesses. Not that Annie would have allowed him to get close to her. He has no idea about her mental powers, especially their dark side!

Well anyway, here we were in another heap of shit, but at least that little prick didn't get the last laugh. Annie and I rode together in the same car, and the good laugh that we shared dispelled some of the earlier tension of the cab ride.

"Oh ho! Robert, you should have seen that worm's expression when the constable whisked me away! Oh my, it was a treasure worth diamonds and emeralds!"

Same old shit at the police station. Annie and I were put into separate cells, in men's and women's sections, they took our mug shots and did all the usual processing. We were becoming quite experienced with the inner workings of the criminal justice system (though we were not yet done acquiring such experience).

I was charged with assault and battery for pummeling Goldsmith. Annie was charged with indecent exposure and several charges of disorderly conduct. Turned out that Convention Bitch was pressing charges after all, for the near-riot at the convention. Annie was also on the hook for all those car accidents on the street outside the convention hall. I'm hoping we can fight those charges at least, since it was not Annie's plan to be thrown out on the street like that with her tits out. Our case was complicated by the fact that we still had the pending sex charges in Colorado.

Annie used her one phone call to contact Zane Richards, who posted our bail and arranged our release. Luckily, Zane had decided to have a night on the town in Vegas himself, before heading home to San Francisco. Thankfully, his plans did not include attending that same adult convention! Zane showed up at the police station in a tux. Apparently, our call stole him away from the casino. He was on a roll at the crap table, and was getting somewhere with a girl, and was not at all happy about being called away. Well tough shit, we pay him enough to be available whenever we need him.

Zane drove us back to the hotel after posting our bail.

"Well Your Ladyship, you're running up quite a rap sheet. The woman from the convention is pressing charges, and the police were already out looking for you at the time of your arrest. Bob, that asshole Goldsmith is at the hospital getting x-rayed. He intends to have his lawyers hit you with everything he's got."

Yep. We really stepped in it this time.

"Mr. Richards," spoke Annie, "please have someone make another call to Mr. Goldsmith's editor, advising him to not run any stories pertaining to either myself or this incident. Tell him we would hate to apply harsh measures against his paper's parent company if such a story sees the light of day."

"Lady Arianna, I'm not sure you appreciate how much trouble you're in," warned Zane, turning to look at Annie directly. "You now have pending sex charges in two states. It's going to be very hard to make them go away. You're beginning to attract quite a high profile with law enforcement. I may not be able to keep you out of prison."

"What is that to me?" Annie sighed wearily. "A term of incarceration shall pass in a moment for one such as myself. But if I am not to derive a measure of excitement from my long life, how do you suggest that I pass the endless days?"

I never heard Annie speak like before. After already living so long, Annie was contemplating the long years ahead, and the prospect was wearisome to her. After so many years of interminable boredom, Annie's craving for excitement was becoming an addiction. Like any junkie, she was going to want a bigger and bigger fix in order to get the same jolt. But what a jolt she had today! It was as if Annie was somehow feeding off the sexual energy that she generated in that convention hall, as if she were becoming like a vampire of lust. If this was the direction she was heading, where would she end up? And where would I fit into her picture?

The Aftermath

Richards dropped us off at our hotel, and we both made quite a sight walking in. I was still shirtless, since Annie was wearing my skin-tight black tank top. I followed Annie as she bounced in through the front door, a step ahead of me, seeming indifferent to the stares her jiggling tits attracted. Annie was uncharacteristically sullen, and I was still unhappy with her.

We entered the elevator and I punched the button for our floor. As soon as the doors shut, Annie perked up, turning to me and throwing her arms around my neck. Annie smiled brightly at me, and leaned forward to give me a kiss. I turned my head away, so that Annie kissed the side of my head instead. Rather than returning the gesture, I removed her arms from my neck.

"Annie, your breath is foul," I remarked. "Brush your teeth and gargle when we get back to the room."

Never in my time with her did Annie ever have bad breath. Instead, her breath was always sweet, tasting like the fruity-milky taste of the melon. But now the stench of semen hung over her mouth. I was not about to kiss her, knowing what had been going on with her mouth that day. Annie withdrew her arms from me as she shot me an evil glare, such as I had never before seen on her gorgeous features. She turned aside from me and again crossed her arms over her massive bosom.

As soon as the elevator opened, Annie stalked ahead, stopping expectantly before the door to our room, waiting for me to open it. When I did, she charged into the bathroom and slammed the door. I heard the sounds of Annie vigorously scrubbing her teeth and gargling. Then I heard the shower turn on. Annie showered for a very long time. The shower must have been scalding hot, as clouds of steam escaped from under the door. I heard Annie sobbing some more behind the bathroom door.

I sat on the bed and surfed channels on the TV. There was a porno movie playing, with a blonde, big tit actress who reminded me of Annie. I stared for a minute, amazed at how tiny this girl's GGG-cup boobs now looked to me, after seven months with Annie. I wondered how long it would be before movies starring Annie would be featured on this channel. I flipped off the tube in disgust, stretching out on the bed, contemplating how suddenly, in one single day, our relationship had taken this unwelcome turn.

Annie finally came out of the bathroom, her hair and body dripping water, since she did not towel off, her skin a bright shade of pink from the scalding hot shower, like a first degree burn. But she wasn't injured, only cleansed. A little boiling hot water could not harm Annie's melon-enhanced flesh.

Annie walked to the bed and sat down beside me, water dripping off her onto the sheets. Annie's eyes did not meet mine, but looked straight ahead out the window, at that fake Eiffel Tower, and all the other lights of Las Vegas, which shone into the darkness of room. Even though I was infuriated with Annie, she looked so fuckin' hot sitting there on the bed. I wanted to fuck Annie so bad, but it just wasn't as simple as that.

"Bob, I am so very sorry," Annie began.

"I am too, Annie," I replied flatly. "I'm sorry that our relationship come to this."

Annie turned sadly to look at me, her face impassive as a stone mask.

"Then you shall not forgive me?" she asked. At this point, she did not attempt to deny that she behaved deliberately.

"Well now that you've done this, how do I know that you won't do it again? How can I trust you?"

Annie sighed deeply, and she looked away again, and an air of resignation settled about her.

"Bob, I must confess," stated Annie flatly, "it is truly as you surmise. I did indeed deliberately use my abilities this day to fellate all those boys in that crowd, to coax the seed from their loins. You do understand me very well indeed."

My hackles were raised at Annie's frank admission of her "virtual" infidelity. My dark, gloomy mood got even darker at hearing Annie confess to being the slut that she always professed herself to be. But things got worse as she continued.

"But Bob, why should such trifling amusements become a mere matter of trust between us? Truly, Bob! What are these children to such as you and I? They are like morning flowers that blossom at dawn and wilt in the noonday sun. Why might we not amuse ourselves with their bodies for the brief moment that they pass us by? It is you and I that shall endure the ages together in perpetual youth! I can teach you how to toy with the girls you encounter, that you may similarly use their bodies to extract pleasure. It is not difficult!"

I felt the blood rush out of my face at Annie's inhuman suggestion.

"Annie... you really scare me these days. You're talking about people, just like you and me. Is that what I was to you back in '75? A 'morning flower'? Did it 'amuse' you to 'toy' with me, to suck me off from across the room, for the brief moment that I 'passed you by'? And your husband was very understanding about that, wasn't he? Just like you were so understanding of his own similar mental dalliances with other women. Why weren't those just as amusing to you?"

My words clearly hit home with Annie. She looked troubled at my words, but they did not cause her to cry again. Her stone mask softened, and the light of human compassion returned.

"You're right of course, Bob," Annie replied pensively. "I have truly not been in my own right mind of late. But so many years have passed by in utter boredom, with so little excitement. You cannot understand how wearisome it all has become.

"I wonder, what is the purpose of my prolonged existence, to merely fuck and fuck throughout each day? To suck one beloved husband's cock for days upon days on end, and then to suck another's? And to enjoy endless erotic pleasure at having my own nipples and flowers caressed, first by one ageless man, and then another?

"What more could there be? To merely obtain a thrill? If so, then I require an even greater thrill! I require more than just your excellent penis, Robert!

"But moreover, I wish to know if there is another purpose to this endless life. There must be another purpose, a higher reason for these never-ending years! I must come to know what the melon intends, and how she might finally become dislodged."

My heart skipped a beat at those words, and Annie looked at me in surprise as we shared the same thought. There it is again! Just like those other times! What is meant by this talk of dislodging? Who are we talking about? What does it mean, already? How can we finally figure this out?

The moment passed, and Annie turned away in contemplative thought. Then she turned back to me again.

"I only am certain of these things... that I love you madly, Robert William Penton... that I would never wish to cause you any hurt or offense, and that I deeply apologize for my betrayal of you, and entreat your forgiveness...."

Annie paused, and then looked at me with great earnestness.

"But understand that I wish to shed my inhibitions, as you yourself have encouraged me to do all along. I am certain that I am indeed what you call an 'exhibitionist.' Know well that I intend to continue performing erotic dances, to bare my swelling teats again before crowds of appreciative men.

"It is now also my intention to pose nude for photographs and moving pictures, to present my swelling teats to the world, and to enjoy this exhilarating sensation of provoking the lusts of men. I require you to accommodate me in this manner, Bob."

Annie looked at me sweetly, the glow of love shining in her eyes. It seemed as if the choice were now mine. She wanted me to forgive her and we would carry on as before, as long as I tolerate her new proclivity for bringing out her tits for other horny guys. Well, I wouldn't be the first guy to ever be in love with a porn star. Could I handle it? Dammit all. I've loved Annie since I was fifteen years old. I somehow needed to find a way to make this situation work with her.

However things might work out, I was certain of one thing of my own... I was not going put up with any more of Annie's cocksucking stunts for the benefit of other guys, whether they be virtual or real.

Annie did not give me a chance to reply. Instead, she bent down and kissed my belly. Water dripped from her hair onto my chest as Annie worked her face down to my lower abdomen, kissing her way lower and lower.

"I am so very sorry, Bob," Annie said, as she undid the waistband of my pants.

My cock was already hard as Annie unzipped my fly. My long, thick tubesteak tingled with fresh excitement as Annie took it into her soft fingers. Annie placed gentle kisses all up and down the full fifteen inches of the meaty shank, as her fingers stroked it from the crotch to the head.

"I am so very sorry, Bob," said Annie as she looked up at me with her dazzling green eyes, the gentle kisses on my member becoming enthusiastic slobbers.

Annie pulled my pants down to fully expose my swollen testicles. Her fingers stroked all around my balls as her lips and tongue caressed my cock. Pulling my pants down further, Annie smashed her big fat titties against my thighs. The warmth of her nipples tingled against my flesh as she rubbed them all over my legs.

"I am so very sorry, Bob," spoke Annie as she swallowed my cock. Her head bobbed up and down over the rigid beefstick as her tongue circled under the hood of the head.

Annie's green eyes remained locked onto mine as her lips and tongue slathered over my erect penis. I could feel Annie's mind opening to mine, and she generated a mental sensation that I could feel surging up and down my cock and into my balls. Annie had often given me a "virtual" blowjob at the same time as a real one, caressing my member with her mind as well as her mouth, and doubling the pleasure. But this was different, a new sensation, much more intense. It was like Annie was stimulating my male parts in a new way, accentuating and accelerating the entire physiological response, from the cellular level on up, stimulating each nerve in my cock at the same time. A peculiar churning was felt inside my balls as her mind worked them over.

Suddenly, with no warning, my cock exploded! An unexpected surge of semen shot up out of my cock, vigorously sucked out by Annie's mouth! Red fireworks exploded in front of my eyes as my entire body shuddered violently at this explosive release. Every single nerve in my cock overloaded at once, and it was as if a hundred orgasms happened at the same time. I convulsed as my balls expelled a copious load of cum in one single shot. Intense pleasure and pain mingled as Annie suctioned the semen out of my cock in one big draught. The room got fuzzy and I actually blacked out.

"I am so very sorry, Bob," I heard Annie's voice say through the colorful swirls in the blackness. I opened my eyes and the haze cleared. Annie was holding my still-erect cock next to her cheek, an angelic smile on her sweet face. Annie had discovered a new method for giving me a most intense blowjob, with an instantaneous orgasm. She seemed very pleased with herself for mastering this technique.

Annie swallowed my cock again into her mouth. I felt the same intense sensation in my cock, as if an electrical charge were surging up and down its length, and a liquid churning was again felt inside my balls. Annie's head bobbed up and down on my cock... once, twice, and three times, and after ten strokes of her luscious mouth, another violent explosion erupted from my cock! Another instant orgasm! Annie's mouth was like a vacuum cleaner, powerfully sucking the cum out of my balls in one intense draw! It was like a "suckerpunch" on my penis!

My body was wracked again with violent spasms of ecstatic torture. My legs twitched spasmodically as the red explosions detonated again behind my eyes. Annie looked up at me, my cock in her mouth, a playful look in her eyes, as she perfected her new technique of instantly coaxing a load out of my cock. Two body-wrenching excavations of semen in a matter of seconds was too much for me. The last thing I saw was Annie's gorgeous mouth on my cock, her eyes seeming to laugh at me, as the black mists swirled again, and darkness washed over me.

* * * * *

When my eyes opened again, the morning light was streaming through the windows. Annie was reclining on my chest, resting an elbow on my belly, twirling a finger in my chest hair. Her hair was now dry, all mussed from a night's sleep. Her two huge, squishy tits were compressed tightly against my chest, and I could feel the warmth of her nipples against my skin. I had slept through the whole night after blacking out, and Annie beamed a bright smile to see that I had finally awakened.

"I am so very sorry, Bob," Annie spoke sweetly, as her way of saying good morning.

I looked at my gorgeous wife and her dazzling green eyes. I was still crazy about her. I've been crazy for her since I was 15. It would take more than her indiscretion of yesterday to change that. I sat up and stared into Annie's eyes. I leaned my mouth toward hers, to greet her with a kiss, as if to say that today was a new day, and that her lapse of the previous day was forgiven. My tongue swirled against Annie's, and love radiated between us. We began our day with a passionate round of lovemaking.

I had hoped that the matter between us was settled, and that we would start over fresh from today, that Annie would never do a thing like that ever again. If only that would have been so....

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The story of Annie and Our Wild Adventures
continues in Part 5, coming soon!