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

Nothing was ever the same after Mardi Gras. Nothing ever could be the same. Things used to be great with Annie and me. Not just great, but awesome and mindblowing, mystical and magical. We used roll around naked in bed every day, having sex from morning ‘til night, and then from night ‘til morning. I would play with Annie's incredible expanding breasts, fondling and caressing them, sucking on her amazing nipples. Annie would suck on my huge, expanding cock, and we'd suck and fuck for hours at a time. Often, we'd not even stop to eat, but we'd fill our bodies with each other's juices. We'd fall asleep together, only to wake up and do it all again.

Annie and I were crazy for each other... or at least that's how I felt. But then things started to go wrong. Annie started acting strange, and her behavior became outright erratic. She began flirting with other men, and telling me things she'd like to do with other men. I knew that Annie had long had lively sexual fantasies, but I never expected that she would act on them. Annie let me down in Las Vegas, and then again in Miami. But everything finally came crashing down in New Orleans. Annie betrayed our marriage by playing the whore at Mardi Gras, and I ended up in bed with Hoku Jones, Annie's personal assistant and best friend.

I'm sure someone would tell me that I contributed my own fair share of the blame. After all, even though Annie was flashing her tits to every guy on Bourbon Street, garnering quite a bead collection, I was handing out beads myself, getting girls all day to flash their tits for me. But Annie was also rubbing her nipples on other guys, dancing naked in front of other guys, and getting her huge titties felt up by other guys. Then she got pissed at me for just trying doing something about it.

There's a bunch of other stuff that somebody could blame on me, but it all boiled down to this... we were in New Orleans in the first place because Annie had planned a secret rendezvous to fuck that porn star, Billy Breeze, to make a porno movie with him. I did everything I could to thwart her plan, but Annie cleverly managed to pull it off anyway. She snuck away and fucked Breeze, thereby fulfilling her fantasy of fucking a strange guy on camera and starring in a porno movie.

Along the way, Annie managed to fuck another asshole, that reporter Ian Goldsmith, and suck the cocks of at least 63 other guys. Those are just the ones for which she was arrested and has pending criminal charges of "lewd conduct." Who knows how many other cocks Annie sucked in public that the cops didn't know about. Then there was also the matter of using her special abilities to give "virtual blowjobs" to a strip club full of guys, and only Annie knows how many guys she "mindfucked" that day.

I dealt with one thing after another that day on Annie's account, and she made me look like a dumbass over and over. I got in two fistfights because of her, one of which got me arrested, after which Annie disappeared with one of one of the guys she ended up fucking. And then, finally, after dealing with a solid day of Annie's bullshit, I ended up in bed with Annie's best friend, Hoku, and discovered a new relationship with her. Okay, so I'm not guiltless. But Annie made sure that our marriage was over by that time anyway.

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After Hoku left the hotel room that morning after Mardi Gras, I got out of there quickly, and left Annie behind, all alone. I took a commercial flight home from New Orleans, and let Annie fly home by herself on her jet. I got myself a room in town, while I tried to figure out what would be the next step. All my stuff was at our house, and so on Ash Wednesday, the day after Mardi Gras, I went home to collect some fresh clothes and personal items. I walked into my house and Annie was there, sitting on the couch in the front room. She got up and called my name when I walked in, and followed after me as I went to my bedroom... our bedroom... to get my things.

Annie was wearing a loose-fitting, very modest bathrobe, made of very drab, coarse material, that covered every part of her body, with wide-open sleeves and even a hood, like Gandalf or something. That baggy cloak and cowl concealed Annie's ample curves, and I could hardly even tell she was female in that getup, except for her gorgeous face. Annie's face was besmeared with tears, and her eyes were red from a lot of crying.

"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," said I, as I walked up the steps.

"W-what do you mean?" replied Annie, following after me, pain evident in her voice.

"It thought maybe you might have been fucking some other guy in our bed," I said, twisting the knife.

"Oh B-Bob," Annie said, sobbing, "c-can we please discuss this matter?"

"There's nothing more to discuss," I stated, flatly. "But after what Hoku said, I decided to not file for divorce just yet. We still have a lot of legal shit to sort out anyway."

"Oh Bob, please! My heart aches with remorse and regret! I apologize to you a thousand times over! And again a thousand times more! Please Bob... please forgive me! I beg of you! I was seized with a madness! A lascivious madness! It was as if I were one possessed, that my body was taken over! It was like my own true self was submerged within, protesting, denying, having to watch my false self commit those horrible acts with other men, yet in my heart never failing in my devotion to you."

I looked up at Annie as I grabbed some clothes out of my drawer. She still looked old and tired, like she did at the hotel that morning, as if she had aged 20 years overnight. Gone was her fresh, young, bright-eyed, innocent look, replaced with the sleepy-eyed, slutty look of an aging porn star. The whites of her eyes were back to their normal color, except for being bloodshot from tears. The sudden change in Annie's appearance was startling, even more so, since she was wearing such an uncharacteristically frumpy outfit.

"Sackcloth and ashes is not a good look on you, Annie," I said, heartlessly.

I gathered my shit and was quickly down the steps and out the door. Annie trailed behind me, sobbing and calling my name. I turned the key in the ignition and drove off, seeing Annie in the rear view mirror, running after my car, crying.

* * * * *

What an amazing, wonderful time of lovemaking did Hoku and I share in our hotel at Mardi Gras. There are so many things I can say about Hoku... how beautiful she is, how gentle, how affectionate, how responsive to my attentions. After all the weird sex with Annie and the melon, all those trippy, mystical, sexual experiences, it was so nice to be with a normal woman, who made me feel like a man. It only got better when I learned that Hoku had long desired to be with me, for many years, while I did not have a clue. It was worth everything that happened that day just to discover my new horizons of love with the beautiful Hoku Jones.

I was on the verge of beginning a new life together with Hoku, when things took another strange turn. Annie and I had a big, messy confrontation at the hotel, where she begged me to forgive her. Then, inexplicably, Hoku told me to forgive Annie and take her back, or else "she will never be dislodged." Annie and I had heard that peculiar remark before, but never from Hoku. We didn't understand what it meant, and we still don't, but it always seems to mean something important. We need to get to the bottom of this already.

As I drove off from the house, I grabbed my cell and called Hoku again. She finally picked up, after I tried calling her so many times that day.

"Hoku! There you are!" I said, relieved to hear Hoku's voice on the other end.

"Oh Bob, I would love to speak with you, I truly would" said Hoku's lovely voice, with a hectic tone, "but we are in the throes of managing this latest legal crisis. Bob, please trust that I will speak with you in person very soon, perhaps tomorrow, once our barristers and I have dealt with this situation."

Well, that was a short call. Sounds like Hoku and our lawyers have their hands full once again, cleaning up after Annie's latest mess. I hoped that it wouldn't be too many days before Hoku and I could speak and sort out our own tangled situation.

* * * * *

When Annie and Hoku and I were at the hotel, still pondering Hoku's "dislodged" comment, we were interrupted by an urgent call on Hoku's phone. That damn reporter, Ian Goldsmith, who Annie had fucked that night, broke his word and ran that story about Annie anyway. "Who Is Annie Penton?" was the big morning headline in the Daily Sprite of London. Goldsmith blackmailed Annie into fucking him, promising that he would not run the expose' if she did. Lying little sack of shit. After we heard that, Hoku was gone, off to deal with the shitstorm that followed in the wake of Goldsmith's story. I hadn't spoken to her again until that brief call.

As Annie flew home to Colorado on her plane, Hoku took a commercial flight to California, to confer with our lawyers. Hoku and our lawyers eventually managed to nip the story in the bud, cleaning up Annie's mess once again, as she has done several time in the recent past. There would still be a lot of fallout from Goldsmith's story, but at least the papers were off the street, all the web servers carrying the story were shut down, and the initial damage was controlled.

Annie's Porno Movie

I went back to my room and killed some time surfing the web. Wouldn't you know, Billy Breeze's production company had already rushed out that porn video of him and Annie... or "Bobbi B" as she was known in her porn debut. There were pictures of Annie all over Breeze's homepage, including a whole free gallery of candid pics and videos of Annie flashing her tits at Mardi Gras. There was a dark, grainy cell phone video of Annie's strip dance in that shithole club. But the main attraction, in the "member's only" section, was the professionally-produced vid of Breeze fucking my wife.

Oh well, what the fuck, it was only forty bucks to join. The fact is, I wasn't going to NOT watch the video, with thousands of other douchebags jacking off while looking at my wife's huge tits. The site promised that this was the first a series of movies starring "Bobbi," coming soon. Breeze clearly thought he was poised to make a killing off of Annie. There was no way for him to know that our lawyers would soon be smacking him down hard, and would crush him like we crushed Ian Goldsmith. So for now, I decided to sample the goods and see for myself how my soon-to-be-ex-wife performed as a budding porn star.

Maybe you saw Annie's porn video during the short time it was posted. If not, here's a description. I find it to be cathartic to describe what I saw, though it pisses me off to tell about it. The video was clearly a cheesy piece of shit from a production standpoint. It was only seven minutes long, and included a lot of recycled scenes, showing Annie from different camera angles doing the same stuff. There was some strange, sloppy editing, where it was obvious that some other girl's moans were overdubbed onto Annie, and someone else's cock and pussy were pasted in for the fuck shots. The beaver shots of Annie were dropped in at awkward places, and the whole video didn't make a lot of sense.

All that being said, the salient portions of video featured my gorgeous, breast-expanding wife Annie, naked and fucking around with the handsome, famous porn star, Billy Breeze. The scenes of Annie's tits swelling were phenomenal, unlike anything that would have ever been seen in the history of porn. Those incredible tit shots alone would have guaranteed the success and popularity of this one single video.

I wondered what Breeze intended to tell his new members when it became quickly clear that no further videos starring "Bobbi B" would ever be forthcoming. I wondered if the FTC prosecutes charges against pornographers for false advertising. I sent a link to Annie's lead lawyer, Zane Richards, and encouraged him to watch the whole thing, and to add this matter to his to-do list for sometime in the next 24 hours. After watching this vid, I'll bet Zane is very glad that he didn't get mixed up with Annie after all, as he clearly desired at his first meeting with her.

The video was just as Annie had described. It started with my gorgeous wife, drunk and disheveled, badly needing a shower, topless with her big pink watermelons out, giving Billy Breeze a big sloppy kiss. My heart broke all over again. I had watched Annie in person rubbing her nipples on other guys, and even pulling Breeze's cock out of his pants and sucking it right there on the street. But seeing her on the web like this made it all "official," made even worse by knowing that thousands, maybe millions of other guys were splattering up their computer monitors, and handling their mouse with sticky hands, while gawking at my wife's huge tits.

Annie was standing in front an unmade bed, and you could see the stage lights set up around it. She looked like a slut. Gone was her fresh, innocent appearance. Annie had that sleazy expression on her face of a jaded, veteran porn star, tired and worn out, with many miles on her. She had that hard edge to her face and jaw, and that sleepy, narrow look in her eyes, and her mouth hung open with that saucy, slutty, cocksucking look. Her face and body were filthy from her raunchy night in the gutters and jails of New Orleans. Annie had never looked like that before. The transformation was startling. How could such a dramatic change take place after only one single day of debauchery?

The cameras showed Annie's tits from every angle... above, below and sideways... as she and Breeze sucked face. There were close-ups of Annie's tits as Breeze sunk his fingers deeply into her squishy flesh, which cause her nipples to bulge outwards, over the loud, sloppy sounds of Annie and Breeze slobbering on each other's mouths.

The camera pulled in tight on Annie's hips as Breeze undid her jeans, with her big boobs bouncing down at her waist, her nipples jiggling near the top of the video frame. How many times have I done that myself, without ever being a witness to the scene like I am now. The video was totally fuckin' hot, as far as porn videos go, but completely unsatisfying to voyeuristically watch, compared to the thrill of actually being there with Annie, and getting the voluptuous babe out of her pants in real life.

The cameras pulled in tight on Annie's ripe ass as Breeze wiggled her out of those tight jeans, and as his fingers sunk into her plump butt cheeks. My heart felt stabbed as I heard Annie gasp and moan in ecstasy as that fuckin' slimeball got her naked, pushing those jeans off her ass and down over her legs.

I grew more and more infuriated to hear my Annie groan louder and louder as she became more turned on by Billy Breeze. I could have popped an artery to see my gorgeous wife plop down on her knees, gasping and groaning, her mouth open and panting in frantic urgency, her gigantic tits bouncing and jiggling from multiple camera angles, as she began to furiously snatch at the waistband and zipper of Breeze's pants.

My anger nearly boiled over as Annie brought out Breeze's cock. Annie's fingers stroked up and down Breeze's rigid penis as she planted kisses on it. I was infuriated to see her stroke Breeze's cock with the same hand that bore her 10-carat wedding ring, which I had given her only seven months before. My rage exploded as Annie swallowed Breeze's cock into her mouth.

I could have smashed my laptop as I watched Annie's mouth enthusiastically sucking on Breeze's little nine-inch Twizzler, and her head drawing back and forth, with her impassioned moans and slobbers. I could have ripped out Breeze's windpipe to hear him groaning and running his fingers through my wife's hair as she sucked her lips and tongue up and down all over his cock. Somehow, I managed to finish the video without destroying my computer.

Annie had said to me "Oh Bob, if it were only you instead!" What a load of bullshit! Annie was totally getting off on sucking Breeze's cock, as she took it down her throat whole, as she nuzzled her nose and lips up into his crotch hair. Those cameras covered her from every angle as she enthusiastically sucked on his rod.

The side view emphasized the suctioning of her cheeks and the tonguing of her lips and tongue that she lavished on Breeze's cock. The camera view above showed Annie's dazzling green eyes as they gazed up longingly at Breeze as she mouthed and licked and sucked on his cock. The underneath view was choice, where I could watch Annie's head bob as seen from underneath her jiggling tits, her nipples quivering, with Breeze's face above. His eyes were shut and his mouth hung open, moaning and groaning, loving every second of my wife's mouth working over his Johnson. If nothing else, this video showed that Annie has an incredible technique for giving the best head, something which I had previously only known from being the recipient.

My anger went from bad to worse as Breeze sunk the fingers of both hands deeply into one of Annie's squishy pink watermelons, and raised it to his mouth. I was nearly apoplectic to see Breeze's pretty boy face as his lips and tongue slobbered all over Annie's big pink nipple, and hear him talking over and over about Annie's "big fuckin' tits." He knows his profession, how to play it up for the camera. Annie groaned louder and louder as Breeze's mouth caressed the plump rose-colored plum at the end of each enormous tit. Then Annie cried out in ecstasy when he gave her a nipplegasm.

The next scene showed Breeze leaning backward on the bed, holding Annie's tits as he pulled her down on top of him. Annie's huge melons dangled in his face, and her head was rolling around as Breeze licked and sucked and slobbered on her nipples. Then Breeze sunk his hands deeply into Annie's tit flesh as he squished them tightly together, which made Annie's nipples bulge out and pop a leak, spraying creamy milk into Breeze's face.

Breeze was carrying on and on between slobbers, saying shit like, "Baby, you have the biggest, nicest, juiciest fuckin' tits" and how he wanted to ram his cock up between them, and fuck her all day and night. Annie was thrashing her head around and screaming like a banshee, getting off on Breeze's dirty talk as much as the stimulation of him sucking milk out of her tits. As much as I hated to admit it, Annie really was a fuckin' crazy, red-hot porn star. I was so glad to know how this story ended. Then he said it.

"Damn, girl, you're fuckin' nipples kiss back! Like they're fuckin' tongues or something, licking back on my tongue!"

That's it. This asshole's dead. If I ever see him again, he's dead. Annie's French-kissing nipples were mine, all mine... had been all mine... and it infuriated me to share them with a scumbag like Billy Breeze.

Breeze didn't shut up the whole time he was sucking on Annie's tits, and it was making her so fuckin' horny. Then it happened. Annie's tits began to swell! I've held them so many times as they grew bigger, but holy shit, it was incredible to see them grow gigantic on camera. Annie's tit flesh expanded through Breeze's fingers, like oozing bread dough, squeezing between each digit. Breeze was giving a running commentary of how Annie's tits were increasing, and his voice sounded muffled underneath her expanding balloons. Some of Breeze's shit talk might have been pretty funny, except for the fact that it my wife's tits he was going on about.

The scene switched between every camera angle as it showed Annie's breasts expanding, from alongside, to overhead, and from behind Breeze's head. Annie's head was lolling backwards and her eyes were shut, her mouth hanging open as she thrashed her head around. Her tits increased in diameter as they filled the scene. Another view showed them from overhead, as Annie's massive juggs sagged down onto the bed, enveloping Breeze's head and shoulders. The squishy pink bags of flesh grew larger and larger, going from beach ball size, then to a foot and half in diameter, 20 inches, two feet, and bigger. Soon the entire end of the bed was covered my Annie's huge tits, and Breeze was buried somewhere underneath.

Then the camera cut to show Breeze's cock, as it began to expand. Dammit, that fuckin' asshole did NOT deserve to enjoy having his cock expand from sucking Annie's magic milk. The camera pulled in close on their crotches and I got even more pissed. The close-up was on Annie's hairless pussy, the shiny red eyeball of her clit at the top, with her crinkled, pink inner lips hanging down like they do, brushing against Breeze's cock. Breeze's little Tootsie Roll was getting longer and thicker, pressing up against Annie's wet snatch, making her go on and on, moaning and groaning.

Breeze sounded like he was in pain from having his cock stretch like that. Good for the bastard. Hope it still hurts him. I hope his cock never stops hurting. Meanwhile, Annie maneuvered her big, floppy, beanbag-chair-sized funbags all the way around to get her face over to Breeze's swollen cock. It was now a modest sausage, by my own standards at least, maybe a foot long. Then Annie opened her mouth and took the whole thing down in one swallow, like only Annie could do.

My anger began to cool as I became detached from the whole scene. I realized that I didn't know who that person was on the screen, holding Breeze's cock with both hands, the spotlights glinting off her 10-carat diamond, as she swallowed it and spat it out over and over. That person in the video was a stranger to me. Maybe Annie was right after all about being possessed. As the camera pulled up close, it looked just like her, slobbering and humming away on Breeze's cock, but somehow I did not recognize the person.

The scene showed the full length of these two, with Annie's body stretched out on top of Breeze, whose torso was buried underneath her two gigantic mounds of tit flesh. Annie's jumbo tits were piled on either side of him, with a leaky nipple the size of a soccer ball poking out, compressed against the mattress. Breeze sounded like he was in extreme pain as Annie slobbered over his sausage, and that made him shut up with the snappy banter.

Then the scene showed Breeze's face as he buried it in Annie's snatch. Annie's pussy was covered with goopy white slime, with viscous drips that dangled down from her inner labia into Breeze's mouth. I laughed out loud to see Breeze reach up with his tongue to enthusiastically lick up the white goop, knowing that it was Ian Goldsmith's cum that his stupid shithead was eagerly eating out of Annie's pussy. This idiot douchebag thought he was lapping up Annie's pussy juice, unaware that the fuckin' whore had just fucked another guy maybe 15 or 20 minutes before he put his face right up into her snatch.

Then the scene backed away to show Annie sitting up on top of Breeze's face. Her gigantic funbags flopped down hard on Breeze's body, sagging on top of his body and over onto the bed. Annie's tits looked to each be bigger than three feet in diameter, with nipples the size of cantaloupes, sitting inside of areolas two feet across. Annie's mammoth mounds of quivering pink flesh jiggled like jello. All I could see of Breeze was his legs hanging up from under Annie's tits, and his head poking out the back of her ass, with his arms wrapped around her thighs. Annie tossed her head back and ran her arms through her hair, striking a very sexy pose.

Annie skillfully maneuvered herself around, so that her massive juggs flopped into Breeze's face. Then the camera showed a rear view close-up, as she lifted her hips and lowered her pussy on top of Breeze's cock. Breeze screamed like his cock was being dipped in acid, and then Annie bounced on it two or three times. Then the film jumped between a montage of different scenes, showing Annie from different angles, a view that was clearly someone else's cock and pussy, pistoning back and forth, and the sounds of another girl screaming as she approached her climax.

The video ended abruptly, and I was glad to know about the next parts that were edited out, and how it really ended for Breeze. I relished the revenge of knowing that that bastard's cock shriveled up and was destroyed as soon as it was up inside Annie's pussy. I was overjoyed that things would never the same for the well-hung porn star after trying to fuck my magical wife. I clicked off the video, my curiosity satisfied, but feeling completely filthy and degraded from what I had just watched. I vowed that I would kill Billy Breeze with my bare hands if I ever saw his smug face again.

It was funny to read the comments about this video in a related porn forum. Most of them said "fake!" "CG boobs!" "bullshit!" and "shitty morphs." Most agreed that the video overall was really hot, especially the parts featuring Annie, but hardly nobody believed that there could be a real person such as Bobbi B, with inflating, expanding tits. A few guys actually chipped in to report their Bobbi B sightings from Mardi Gras, and a couple more remarked hearing about a similar babe in Florida and Las Vegas, but these stories were shot down by the other commenters.

Annie had begged me to forgive her, and Hoku wanted me to do the same. Holy shit, how is a husband supposed to forgive THAT? Watching your wife rub her tits all over other guys all day, seeing her stick a porn star's cock in her mouth right on a public street, watching a security video of her giving blowjobs to 37 guys, and now, watching a full-blown porno movie starring the same wife and the same fucking porn star. I hear about other guys who are married to porn stars who fuck other guys on camera, and I don't now how they can do it. But with all these images swirling around in my mind, images that I'm never going to forget, I asked myself over and over, how am I supposed to forgive that?

I laid down in the hotel bed and tried to fall asleep. Instead, I just tossed and turned, with all this bullshit turning over and over in my head. I really wanted to see Hoku... needed to see her. My heart yearned and ached for Hoku, and the separation from her was excruciating. Instead of dwelling on this crap with Annie, I thought about Hoku instead and that wonderful, amazing time we shared the previous night in New Orleans, while Annie was out fucking Billy Breeze. I was wondering where Hoku was just then, and wondered if Hoku was also thinking about me and our magical time together. Finally, sleep claimed me and I slept like a dead man until the morning.

Reaching an Understanding

I got up at the hotel with not a damn thing in the world to do. I tried Hoku just for the hell of it, but the call rolled over to her voice mail. I watched Annie's porn video a couple more times, amazed at how unfazed and detached I was upon subsequent viewings. The big-titted bitch in that vid seemed like just another porn star, a total stranger. I thought about flying to San Francisco to see Hoku in person, and to maybe see if I could help our lawyers in some way. Or maybe I'd hit the weights, which would really help with blowing off some steam. Either way, I needed to go back to the house again, which I was dreading.

I pulled up to the house, and Annie opened the door to greet me. Annie was wearing one of her old-fashioned 19th century night shirts. It was very long and baggy, reaching down to cover her feet, and very modest, with a high collar and a drawstring around the neck. Naturally, the string was untied, and the shirt hung loosely at Annie's shoulders, revealing a considerable length of cleavage, her ripe nipples protruding from underneath the thin, worn fabric. Maybe Annie was trying to remember a long-ago time in her life, which was why she slept in that old, threadbare shirt last night. Annie greeted me excitedly.

"Oh, hello Bob! So very nice to see you!"

"Hey Annie," I answered, somewhat indifferently. "I'm just here to get some more of my shit."

The images of that porn video were fresh in my mind, and I could not now see Annie without also imagining her sucking Billy Breeze's cock. But I was no longer as pissed off as I had been yesterday. On the other hand, it made my heart ache to see Annie like this, since she was still so friggin' gorgeous. The old, threadbare nightshirt was partially see-through. Her plum-sized nipples poked through the shirt, and the pink color was clearly seen through the thin fabric. As seen back-lit from the light of the window, Annie's entire voluptuous form could be seen through the dress. The titillating tease of seeing Annie through the thin dress was worse than actually seeing her naked.

"Can I offer you some dinner, Bob?"

Being a proper Englishwoman, Annie doesn't call it "lunch" like we Americans. I just sighed. I had not eaten yet that day, and actually was pretty hungry. I said "sure." I mean, what the fuck, I had to eat anyway, either at home or somewhere else. The sun was shining and I was in a pretty good mood overall, not feeling as bitter as I had been the day before.

I sat in the kitchen as I watched Annie cook for me. Annie chit-chatted blithely about this and that, and I let the conversation lapse into an awkward silence when she ran out of things to chatter on about. Annie made me some eggs, my favorite, made just the way I like them, just like she always does. I felt bad that I'd soon be moving out, since I'd miss Annie's cooking, in addition to her incredible voluptuous body. Annie sat down and joined me, and after offering her usual Victorian table blessing, we ate.

"You know Bob, I am truly so very sorry for everything I put you through. I explained about the madness that seized me, ever since that day skiing. I can only pour out my regrets to you over and over, even if you will never grant your forgiveness."

"You know Annie, your porn video with Billy Breeze is already posted online. I've watched it several times now."

Annie looked like she saw a ghost. Her face became a white mask, and her features were contorted in distress and humiliation.

"Oh... so that is why. I did not believe it could be so quick. Please Bob, shut that out of your mind! Never recall that again!"

"Too late, Annie. I'm probably going to see that video every time I look at you, for ever and ever."

Fresh tears formed in Annie's eyes.

"Oh Bob, I wish I could undo that, make that so it never happened."

"Oh, you were enjoying yourself a whole lot with Billy Breeze," I fired back, "so don't pretend you didn't really want to do that porno with him."

Annie was on ther verge of another emotional display. I nipped it in the bud.

"As I was watching, I decided that I didn't recognize the girl in that video. I thought that maybe you were right when you said that wasn't you, that you were 'possessed' with some sort of madness."

"Yes Bob! Yes, that's it exactly!" said Annie, eager to agree.

"But then I got to thinking, I don't really know anything about you. You have been all cute and sweet and lovable ever since you knocked on my door last summer. But on the other hand, you have often talked to me about wanting to be a stripper and suck off other guys and perform in porno movies. I blew that off, thinking it was just talk, not wanting to believe you'd actually do it. But then, I recalled how, back at the reunion in 1975, you and I got started when you 'virtually' sucked ME off, while you were actually giving your husband Bill a 'real' blowjob!

"At the same reunion in '75, you said the same sort of things to your husband Bill, right in front of the whole family. You talked about dancing topless and becoming a stripper and sucking other guy's cocks, right in front of Grandma Mabel and all my elder relations. That talk is what got you thrown out of the house that day, remember? Because of that, no one believed that you could be the real Grandma Annie, her youth preserved by the melon.

"So I just realized today that I never really wanted to believe what a slut you really were, deep down in your heart. I wanted to think the best of you, and denied it to myself that you were really that way. So whether or not you actually were gripped with some kind of madness that brought out your worst sexual impulses, the fact is that what you really are, Annie, deep down, is a cocksucking whore, as you confessed to me from the very beginning."

Annie looked at me impassively and did not attempt to deny what I said. Her next words were carefully selected to hit back at me, with equal force to my strong words to her.

"You are right, Robert. I truly am a 'cocksucking whore' as you describe. I have always confessed this to you myself, from our first day. But forget not that you are the very image of your forebear, Captain Robert Penton, for whom I long yearned. Every time I suck your cock, it is for me as though I am sucking Captain Bob's instead. Though I had resisted the pleasure of caressing Captain Bob's penis with mine own lips during his lifetime, and savoring his seed upon mine own tongue, it has been gratifying to me as a 'cocksucking whore' to instead indulge in your cock in his place.

"But you can trust when I say that the madness did indeed overcome me, and led me to succumb to the urges that I had long kept dammed up inside. You might be delighted with the knowledge that I now endure a most unusual lenten penance for my sins at Mardi Gras. Though I had no prior knowledge of its release, I have been able to sense that that moving picture is now being viewed. I can now feel the lechery of all those salacious men, as they view it. I can sense all those lustful boys and leering old men, as they touch themselves with impurity as they gaze upon my swelling teats.

"I can feel it in my being as they pollute themselves and spill their own seed as they envision themselves coupling with me. Trust that it gives me no pleasure, as I supposed it would. It rather feels as an intrusion, a rape, as such acts are devoid of affection, but merely indulgent gratification, with no desire to kindle lovemaking, or to please a woman. With each boy who masturbates while viewing that video, I am forced again to relive those relations with the villain Breeze, over and over, and experience anew the vile, disgusting stain of adultery. I can sense dozens of such boys at this very moment.

"You will be pleased to know that this is a frightful torment! I had no inkling that creating pornographic movies would make me feel so utterly debased and defiled! I cannot rest until all those images are destroyed, if such could ever be possible, that the lust that I have unleashed upon men might be dammed up once again. But please, my young husband, trust that though the madness caused a grave lapse in moral judgement, it does not change that I do truly love you, ever so much."

"'Your husband,'" I repeated with irony. "So you say now, Annie. But you did remark that I was not your real husband. What about that, 'my dear wife'?"

Annie sighed.

"Bob, that retort was spoken in anger, but please understand that truly, I will always miss my William so! He was the husband of my youth, the father of my babes, and we lived and loved for 166 years. That cannot be brushed aside in but a few short months! It will require many more years before any such feelings for you might take root and blossom."

"Oh, I can appreciate that, Annie," I conceded. "I still miss Diana a lot, and she and I did not even share the closeness that you had with Bill. But you scorned me in New Orleans, and then you had a sudden change of heart when you realized that you really needed me after all, that asshole strangers like Billy Breeze couldn't meet your needs. Only then did you suddenly come running back to me. I think you just want to use me again now... play me for a fool once more."

"Oh, no Bob! Never! Please understand... it was the nature of the madness to cause me to forget the truth of the melon... that the enchanted fruit has made us a mated pair, you and I, two halves of a whole. It is this that preserves our youth, as you well appreciate. We now have a purpose together, you and I, that neither of us might deny. We are to share love and to bring forth...."

Annie seemed puzzled and didn't know what to say next. Her brow knit in confusion as she stumbled over her words, not sure how to articulate her thoughts.

"For the bringing forth... for opening... for creating a gateway... for dislodging...."

There it was again! Dislodging! What does that mean already? Annie and I looked at each other again, and our thoughts opened to each other. A flood of meaning rushed into our minds, images shared between us, from somewhere else, but in a jumbled chaos of ideas and concepts that we could not untangle. Nonetheless, it confirmed to that there really was an important purpose to our relationship, and it had something to do with this mysterious "dislodging," whatever that might really mean. Annie recovered her wits and continued.

"Whatever the melon's actual purpose, she would not allow either of us, neither you nor I, to possess another instead. And that includes yourself and my dearest Hoku."

"She"? Did Annie just call the melon a "she," or did she misspeak? I understood Annie's meaning, and sensed the truth of her words, but chose to deny it anyway. Hoku and I had discovered each other in New Orleans, and that matter between us remains unsettled. I was not about to brush all that aside, and give up Hoku so easily.

Annie stood up and walked around the kitchen table. Annie's big tits jiggled underneath her transparent night shirt as she walked over to me and behind my chair. Then Annie put her soft hands on my shoulders, and began to massage my neck.

"Oh Bob, we must see this through for yet a while longer. Though I have forsaken my marriage vows and undermined your trust, I must ask you to not allow mine own wicked depravity to thwart the greater purposes for which the melon has brought us together."

I didn't reply, but allowed Annie's relaxing neck rub to soothe out the knots of stress and anger that had wrapped around me the last few days. Damn, that sure did feel good, as Annie's soft but strong fingers dug into my tense muscles. Soon I was putty in Annie's hands as she worked my neck and shoulders. My tension unwound under her soothing caresses, and her words became more persuasive. Annie hummed an old English lullaby as I floated away with her pleasurable massage.

Annie reached around and also rubbed my arms and my pecs, as my limp form exulted in her soothing strokes. Annie's delicate fingers reached further down and stroked my abs. I was incapacitated with pleasure, and allowed Annie to touch me all over. Annie pressed her big boobs against the back of my head as she reached down my chest from behind, stroking my thighs and my crotch. I just sighed to myself. This neck rub is just another one of Annie's little games to wrap me around her finger.

Annie's trick worked, as my cock began to harden under my pants. Annie saw it and reached further down and stroked the swelling bulge, pressing her juicy tits more firmly against the back of my head. Well, that's my kryptonite, as Annie well knows. I wanted to object but I was just too damned relaxed, so I sat back and enjoyed what I was letting Annie do for me.

I expected that Annie was going to now take the lead, as she always does, and blow me along in another one of her high-intensity, mind-blowing, sexual jam sessions. Who knows what crazy shit was about to happen. Maybe we'd end up fucking on the ceiling or be transported to outer space, or some other sort of weird stuff. It was always a wild adventure with Annie, always a fantastical tale, and I understand that her boredom impels her on to seek bigger and bigger sexual thrills. But after a while, especially after that BS at Mardi Gras, all the wild shit began to bear down heavy on me.

In that moment, it occurred to me that I always felt like a teenaged boy with Annie. She always steers the direction of everything, sexual and otherwise. She's always so stormy and turbulent, always so dominant, that it's always all I can do to barely keep up with her. She always gets her way, just like she was getting it right then. I recalled the other night with Hoku, how it was so gentle and loving, how we actually shared love together, and how Hoku was such a woman, how she allowed me to take the lead, and how she made me feel like a man. That never happens with Annie.

But instead of all that usual crap, Annie was being very gentle this time, very submissive. Annie undid my pants from behind, and allowed my big cock to escape from its confinement. Annie hummed her Victorian melody as she gently stroked my engorged penis, and cuddled my head between her huge pillows of flesh. It really was very nice. I could have stayed like that forever. Then Annie stood up and walked around to face me.

I looked up through heavy, bleary, relaxed eyes to see Annie standing there in that baggy night shirt, undone at the collar, hanging loosely about her neck. With a skillful snap of her shoulders, the baggy shirt came free, and slid away from her body, over her round breasts, and piled itself at her feet. It's always an incredible sight when Annie first gets naked. I can never fail to marvel at the immense size of her juicy pink watermelons, and her wide hips and shapely legs. My cock always hardens instantly to see Annie's rosy nipples, and how they quiver with each subtle movement.

But I was really not in the mood to admire Annie's perfect, voluptuous body. The memory of her porn video was too fresh. Now when I looked at Annie's nude perfection, I also saw Billy Breeze, having his way with Annie, snapping off witty wisecracks describing her huge tits and all the other juicy parts of her anatomy. Any second, I expected Annie to smash her huge juggs in my face, and then we'd twirling off to Mars or some trans-dimensional universe or some other sort of freaky bullshit. I was not intending to allow her to manipulate me like that this time, kryptonite or not.

Instead, Annie surprised me by gently kneeling down in front of me. Annie continued the soft, gentle stroking of my cock. Her soft fingers caressed up and down the full fifteen inches of my pulsating penis, and she gently circled her fingers around it. Annie kissed my cock over and over with affection, more so than her typical explosive sexual frenzy. Annie's attentions to my penis seemed more a show of devotion, rather than her usual raw passion. It was like Annie was trying to be like Hoku.

Annie's soft tits were squashed against my thighs as she gently took my cock into her mouth. She did not look up at me, or otherwise draw any attention to herself. As she poured out her love on my manhood with her lips and tongue, I was reminded of Hoku, how she had displayed so much affection and devotion for me herself. My heart ached for Hoku, and the sad situation that the three of us were now in. But though Annie was offering this tangible apology with my penis inside her mouth, my thoughts dwelt on Hoku instead.

Annie's oral stimulation of my penis was gentle and tender, just like my absent Pacific flower, and under Annie's loving ministrations, it quickly progressed toward the logical conclusion. My cock throbbed as the intensity increased, and its culmination was approaching quickly. But then I heard a distant car door slam, and the moment was disturbed by a knock on the door. The door opened as my cock passed the point of no return. My heart sunk with dread as a familiar click-clack of high heels was heard in the hallway.

"Your Ladyship?" called Hoku's voice.

I turned my head to see Hoku standing in the doorway to the kitchen. Hoku's face was turned up in shock and dismay and embarrassment, witnessing the scene of Annie's head bobbing up and down on my cock. In that very instant, my cock released its load, as I gazed at Hoku's beautiful but distraught face. My body was wracked by a powerful orgasm, and my legs twitched convulsively, as admired Hoku's lithe, beautiful form.

"Oh... pardon me!" was all Hoku could say, as she jumped back into the hallway, and quickly click-clacked to the front room to wait for Annie.

My legs still twitched as Annie squeezed my cock with both hands, and coaxed out the last dribbles of cum. I slumped back in the chair panting as Annie lapped up the last of her lunchtime dessert. Popping her mouth off from my deflating cock, Annie gave me a playful smile as she wiped a fingertip over her lips, and then sucked her finger clean. Dammit! I wouldn't be surprised if Annie knew that was going to happen, and timed it perfectly! It would be just like her.

Annie rose up and strode nude into the front room to meet Hoku, her huge juggs jiggling and bouncing and swaying from side to side with every step. I stuffed my limp cock back into my pants, feeling like I wanted to crawl into a hole in the ground.

"Hoku, my dear, I am so sorry for all that!" spoke Annie, with perfect nonchalance.

"N-no, Your Ladyship, it is I who am sorry for intruding. I should not have just let myself in," said Hoku, very distressed, on the verge of tears.

'Pish posh, it is nothing," dismissed Annie, disregarding Hoku's obvious distress, immediately changing the subject. "Now please do tell, what word do you bring?"

Annie stood there perfectly nude as Hoku briefed her on the state of our legal matters. Clearly, Annie knew that she was coming at just that time, since it was 1:00 PM on the dot, and Hoku is always very punctual. I'm always fascinated at how casual Annie is about open nudity in front of Hoku, as it was perfectly normal for both she and Hoku to conduct their business in the nude on Her Isle, before Annie was with me.

But in that moment, I was appalled by Annie's blase' indifference to Hoku's obviously emotionally-distressed state, which she inflicted upon this poor girl whom she claims to love as a daughter. For all her ostensible sweetness and innocence, Annie really can be a devious, cold-hearted bitch when she wants to be. In that moment, a chill went down my spine to think of what Annie might be capable.

I eavesdropped from the kitchen as Hoku explained how the lawyers were resolving the police matters in New Orleans, and also the strategy for handling Goldsmith and Breeze. Dispensing with that subject, the conversation turned to the upcoming big bash in London, scheduled for early March, in only a couple weeks. Hoku briefed Annie on the status of the arrangements, and related that she would be working in London for the next few weeks, to finalize all the plans.

Hoku and Annie concluded their business, and then Hoku quickly put on her coat, grabbed her things, and bolted out the front door. I chased outside after Hoku, and caught up her as she was about to get into her car.

"Hoku, wait!" I called. Hoku turned to me with a sad look on her face, and I could see that her eyes had welled up with tears.

"Hoku, I'm so sorry!"

"There's nothing for you to be sorry about, Bob," relied Hoku, glumly. "She is your wife, after all."

"But I'm sorry you had to see that, Hoku. I only came here to pick up some clothes. Annie offered me lunch, and it just sort of happened. That timing was really terrible."

Hoku looked at me sympathetically, with deep understanding of how things happen with Annie.

"Yes, Bob, it surely was terrible timing. But I know Her Ladyship very well. Excuse me, I must leave."

Hoku turned aside but I grabbed her arm.

"Hoku, please don't leave just yet. Let me grab my things, I'll join you in London. There's nothing for me here."

"Bob, please.... your wife is here. And I am her devoted employee. Please don't make this any more difficult than it already is."

I stood there looking into Hoku's gorgeous face, which wore a somber, melancholy expression. Hoku looked even more beautiful than the last time I saw her. Not just more beautiful, but younger. Instead of appearing like a youthful woman of about 30, Hoku now looked more young and fresh, like a college girl, maybe 22 at the most. It was as if our lovemaking had infused her with some of the agelessness of the melon, and given her a more youthful appearance.

But that was not all. Hoku's breasts had retained their expanded size. Hoku's exquisite mammaries had swelled during our lovemaking, but did not shrink back afterwards. I had previously judged Hoku's tits to be perhaps a GG-cup, but her glorious orbs now appeared even larger than Annie's, if that could be possible. If Annie's pink watermelons are normally a Q-cup, Hoku's golden globes were now at least a R-, S-, or T-cup. Hoku noticed me noticing her newly-enlarged tits and offered a comment.

"I've had to buy all new blouses and tops. It's very inconvenient finding my new size off the rack. I had to buy them in a woman's XXXL and have them taken in considerably at the waist. I expect that I will now require specially tailored tops, just like Her Ladyship."

"I'm sure you'll get even more attention from men," I quipped. Hoku sighed heavily, and looked off into the distance.

"Zane Richards has asked me out repeatedly," replied Hoku, referring to Annie's lead lawyer. "He and I have been working together very closely for the last several months... lots of long hours alone together, late into the night. Since returning from Mardi Gras, he's been most observant of my new... um... blouse size. Zane has been really persistent, more than ever, now that I've broken up with Michael."

A stab of jealously shot through me at the thought of handsome young Zane hooking up with the lovely Hoku.

"So, are you going to start seeing him?" I asked, trying to not sound jealous and resentful.

"Of course not, Bob," replied Hoku dejectedly, looking away and dabbing at the corner of her eye.

It was an uncommonly sunny, warm day in February, and Hoku had left her winter overcoat unbuttoned. Hoku was wearing a blue print blouse that fit snug over her ample new curves. I couldn't resist the sight of Hoku's huge, luscious breasts, and took the liberty of cupping them in my hands. Hoku shut her eyes, and slid her own hands over my bulging biceps and forearms, her fingers dancing and probing over every well-defined muscle. Hoku's hands lingered on my arms for a long moment, and then she slid her hands over on top of mine as I gently kneaded her firm mounds. Then Hoku grabbed my hands abruptly and removed them from her fulsome breasts, as a tear rolled down her cheek.

"Oh, Bob... please... don't...."

"Hoku," I entreated, "what about us? What about Mardi Gras?"

"Bob, I already told you," Hoku lamented, as the tears rolled down her beautiful face, "You must forgive Lady Arianna. You must take her back. I- I can't explain how or why, except to say that you are special, you have an important role to play with her. Something still as yet needs to happen... needs to be fulfilled... and it directly concerns you."

Somehow Hoku herself sensed the same things that Annie said, which I understood myself to be true, yet still did not want to accept.

"But Hoku... didn't that night mean anything?"

Hoku stifled a sob and sniffed back more tears as she collected herself.

"Oh Bob... i-it meant everything!" spoke Hoku, her voice wavering. "That was the most amazing, wonderful experience I've ever had in my life. You made me feel like a woman, as I've never felt before. Bob, there will never be another man after you, ever again. There never could be another man after you. No one could ever compare to you."

The tears were now rolling down my own face. Yet we both stood there, not touching. I cursed this crazy situation that Annie created, that such a gorgeous flower as Hoku would choose solitude, and that I could not possess her.

"So what do we do now, Hoku?" I said, sniffing back my own tears. "I'm going crazy without you!"

Through her tears, Hoku gave me an enigmatic smile.

"I don't know, Bob. But somehow... someday... maybe even sometime soon...."

Hoku broke it off right there, leaving her sentence unfinished, and quickly jumped into her car. Hoku wiped her eyes as she turned the key. Then she drove off without looking back, no more words spoken, no kiss goodbye.

I watched as Hoku's Mercedes-Benz rocketed out the front drive, passed the front gate, and then disappeared out onto the street. I recalled a summer day in 1975 when I watched Annie ride away down that same path with her husband in his vintage red Mustang, never to be seen again for another 36 years. I wondered how long it might be before the next time I might see the beautiful Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones.

I turned back to the house, and there was Annie, watching from the window. She probably saw the whole thing. I walked back into the house.

"Oh Bob, I am so terribly sorry, for everything," gushed Annie.

"That was really cruel," I muttered flatly, "how you timed that blowjob, knowing Hoku would walk in on us."

"Oh Bob, surely you do not believe that that was my doing? That I deliberately intended Hoku to appear at that very moment?"

"Well, it was one o'clock sharp, and she arrived right on schedule, as usual."

"Oh Bob, that was most unfortunate! Truly! I simply lost track of the hour! Please Bob, I love Hoku so dearly, and would never wish to hurt her so!"

"Well Annie, only you know for sure. Excuse me, but I came here to get some things."

I walked up the steps to my room, and began to grab the things I was after. Annie followed me upstairs.

"Bob, you and Hoku were both such darling children. It was my wish at the time to make a match of your both. Yet life passes so quickly for us, and by the time I understood that Hoku harbored a deep affection for you, you had already commenced a relationship with your Diana. I see now that I was remiss, that I should have arranged a timely introduction. It always should have been you and Hoku instead!

"Well Annie, guess it's too late now, isn't it?" I countered, not even looking up.

"Perhaps it was indeed selfish of me to have sought you out for myself, upon the passing of both our spouses. But Hoku was involved with Michael at that time, and I had no conception that she still harboured tender feelings toward you, after so many years. Truly!"

I looked up at Annie, and then looked back to packing. I didn't know what to think, and was just not in the mood. I did notice, however, that Annie looked younger and more bright-eyed than she had since before Mardi Gras. Apparently just that one fresh infusion of my semen was already making things right for her. Annie continued her melodious chatter.

"Yet I sensed even then that we had a purpose together, you and I! But fear not, Bob, and be of good cheer, for I sense that the culmination of our purpose approaches. Perhaps then you shall have your Hoku... and rather soon at that."

I stopped again and looked up at Annie, comparing the similar words just uttered by Hoku. I pondered my entire history with her. All I ever wanted from Annie was to have sex with her, from that first day, when I was a libidinous fifteen-year-old boy. All those times over the years when I jacked off thinking about Annie, all I really wanted was to play with her gigantic tits, to have her suck on my cock, and to ram that cock up inside of her.

All I ever really wanted from Annie was to fuck. And that is exactly what I got from Annie. And that is what Annie got from me, since she needed my melon-infused semen to preserve her youth, and her very life. We both got everything we wanted from each other from our very brief marriage. But I had confused all that fucking with love. I now understood the clear distinction.

I also realized instead that what Hoku and I did in New Orleans was make love. It wasn’t just mere sex, it was actual lovemaking, because love was what we made, love was the product, and now it was love that existed between Hoku and me.

When Annie fucked those guys in New Orleans, that's all she was doing was fucking. No love was made. I realized that that was all that Annie had been doing with me all along... fucking. She had not really been making love with me, at least not like I thought I was making it with her. I loved Annie, or so I thought, but Annie did not love me back the same way. She could not love me back. She's just a horny widow who needs to fuck all the time, her husband departed and unable to satisfy her considerable appetites himself. Annie's youth and beauty and very life requires multiple daily penile injections of my melon-infused semen, and I'm just the delivery system for her injections.

Arianna and William... theirs was truly a love story. You can read it in their journals. The love overflows from the pages, just like Annie's tits overflow in my hands and mouth. However, the story of Annie and me was not a love story. Maybe Hoku and I could become a love story, but that remains to be seen. But in my haste, I confused my lingering adolescent lust for Annie with true, heartfelt love. It was my idea for Annie and me to get married, and she simply went along out of her lingering Victorian sense of propriety. But we rushed into marriage too quickly.

Annie must have sensed my thoughts as I stood there looking at her, as all this swirled around in my head.

"Bob, why not just stay here? Why must you take your things and leave? This is your house just the same, as it is mine. The quiet at night is so terribly lonesome. And even in a heated home, the bed of wintertime can be so very cold indeed when left unshared."

"Okay, Annie," I relented. "I'll stay, at least for now. I'm feeling pretty lonely myself. And I miss our bed too."

After that, ours was a marriage of convenience. Annie and I became "fuck buddies." The love that I thought I held for her died in New Orleans. But nonetheless, Annie was still my wife, and she was still eff-ing hot. We were still attracted to each other, and we still enjoyed each other's company, in and out of the bedroom. I just stopped expecting her to feel a certain way about me. I began to feel just as indifferent toward her as she did toward me.

I did have one rule that I had to insist on strongly. No more fucking around with others. Annie had to be devoted to me like a wife needs to be, and I would in turn be a devoted husband to her, and supply her needs, penile and otherwise. No more blowjobs for strange guys, no more sneaking around and making movies with porn stars, and no more mental infidelity, either "virtual blowjobs" from afar, or weirdo trans-dimensional "mindfucking" with other normal people. Annie agreed to all this, but one condition.

"Bob, you must understand that, owing to the vast extent of my years, I do indeed endure oppressive boredom. You must consent to joining me in delving deeply into the mysteries of the melon, and to use our abilities to explore those frontiers, and to stimulate each other in the fleshly pleasures."

I was pretty game for that, since I really did enjoy some of those weirdo experiences, like our amazing romp in the clouds over Hawaii, and that freaky time on her mountain, on our honeymoon. As long as Annie did not involve any other men in her magic mojo ever again, I'd pursue all her mystical wildness and put the Mardi Gras debacle in the past.

After that, Annie was super kind towards me. She became a super devoted wife. She went to lots of trouble to cook for me, give me backrubs, and give me several blowjobs throughout each day, and generally dote on me constantly. Our marriage was better than ever!

There was one thing. In those first few days after Mardi Gras, I could not bring myself to kiss Annie. Every time I thought about it, I'd see the image of the police security video, of her giving "suckerpunch" blowjobs to all those guys in jail. Or I'd picture her enthusiastically sucking on Billy Breeze's cock. And thinking of where her mouth had been had made me never want to put my mouth there ever again. But I did finally start kissing Annie again, on her birthday, and I'll tell that story in a minute.

* * * * *

In the aftermath, we did crush Goldsmith. Annie's holding company, the Berkshire Foundation, acquired the Daily Sprite and dissolved the company completely. The paper had been losing money anyway, as all print publications have done in the digital era. We specifically arranged that both Ian Goldsmith and his editor would never work in journalism again. They were warned after our last encounter in Las Vegas, and now we made good on our threat.

So now Goldsmith has filed a lawsuit against Annie for ruining his sex life. The complaint read that, ever since his "premature ejaculation" while having sex with Annie, he is now impotent and cannot obtain an erection, and his penis has shriveled to about two inches in length. Our lawyers had a real laugh with that one, and are confident that it will get thrown out of court. There is no way for Goldsmith to prove anything. However, Goldsmith's assault charges against me from Vegas are still pending, and I'm told he has a strong case. Well fuck that little shit, I'll do worse if I ever see him again.

As for Billy Breeze, we tried to get our lawyers to have Annie's porn video removed from that website. However, it turned out that Annie had actually signed a contract with him when she was drunk. But drunk or not, a signed contract is a done deal, and it would be hard to get her out of that contract, just like Goldsmith's complaint would be hard for him to prove. We could claim and counter-sue that Breeze had slapped and punched Annie, but none of his people would stand up as witnesses against him in court, so it would be her word against his.

Breeze had filed some lawsuits of his own. He filed a civil suit for assault against me, in addition to the criminal charges, for kicking his ass in front of that club, in sight of a streetful of witnesses. He also filed a breach of contract suit against Annie, since she never followed up to make the other ten porno movies stipulated in her contract.

Since Breeze wouldn't take down Annie's video, our lawyers clandestinely hired some hackers to destroy the video and all backup copies, including the source video files. They also managed to locate and destroy pirated copies. Annie's abilities helped her sense if anyone was jacking off to the video, and that helped the hackers pinpoint their location and destroy any straggling bootleg copies. Before long, Annie's torment was greatly reduced, sensing that not many guys were viewing that video. It seemed that most of the evidence was purged from the web. But Annie could still sense that some copies remained, since nothing in digital media is ever gone for good.

Breeze never filed a suit about his shriveled up cock, like Goldsmith. But we did note that he conspicuously never starred in another porn movie again after Annie, though he had been the main star at his own site for so long. A lot of Breeze's site members were pissed and quit after he failed to come through with any more of the promised "Bobbi B" vids, and before too long, his site folded. So for the most part, I at least got a type of legal revenge on Ian Goldsmith and Billy Breeze for them fucking my wife at Mardi Gras.

* * * * *

There was another unfortunate development after Mardi Gras. "Bobbi B" was starting to become a cult figure on the Internet. It started with a few message threads here and there on various big tit forums, with rumors of a certain big-boobed bimbo being sighted in Las Vegas and Miami. Then a couple eyewitnesses came forward to tell of how "Bobbi" had expanding breasts, with still pics being posted, including one of the ones that Annie and me posed for at the nude beach. These were dismissed as fakes by most viewers, an urban legend, like Bigfoot with big tits, and that was that, or so we thought.

After Mardi Gras, there was an explosion of "Bobbi B" sightings around the web, fueled mainly by Annie's porn video with Breeze, and all the other candid pics and vids posted at that site. After our hackers took down that video, a Bobbi B fan site popped up, www.AllAboutBobbiB.com, at which were posted candid pics and vids from Hawaii, Colorado, Vegas, Miami and New Orleans. The site told of rumors of a voluptuous "blonde" with magical powers, who could make her tits expand to staggering proportions, and a forum where sightings were reported.

Many troubling videos popped up on the site, like the security footage from the convenience store where Annie popped out her tits on our first day together, and some voyeur pics from our honeymoon trips to Mount Rushmore, St. Louis, and Washington, D.C. Annie was able to perceive the attention her nude images were receiving on this fan site, sensing from afar the lust of men provoked by gazing at her naked body. But all that male desire didn't seem to bother Annie as much, as it did at first. She never complained about it anyway, and seemed untroubled, even though the site was exploding in popularity. I wondered if maybe Annie was starting to enjoy the sensation of men masturbating while fantasizing about her. I especially wondered whether this might become an issue later on.

Thankfully, none of Annie's journals or the other stories posted at "The Overflowing Bra" were mentioned anywhere on the Bobbi B site, nor were any of the drawings of Annie that I had been posting at deviantART. If anyone were to connect all those dots with the mysterious Bobbi B, the shit would really hit the fan.

Our lawyers had warned us in the very beginning to keep a low profile, and not attract a lot of attention. But Annie was determined to have fun her own way, on her own terms. Now Annie had a small but growing fansite, with an "expanding" collection of cell photos and videos and personal eyewitness accounts of her expanding tits. In addition to all those sex charges, and a pending FAA investigation, our troubles were beginning to multiply. Our lawyers encouraged us to leave the site alone for the time being, and not bring it down, as it would only attract more attention.

Annie was especially very dismayed at this development. She had no idea how little privacy one has in the digital age, and now she was getting a crash course. William Gillingham's better judgment was borne out, that ageless people should live a quiet, secretive life, and not attract attention to themselves. I walked with Annie out to the family cemetery on our grounds, as she visited her husband's grave.

"You were right William, but you always were right about all things. I was a fool to parade about with my bare teats before these children! Now they know things that never should have been known. If only I had heeded your words! If only I had remained in the shadows! Only heaven knows what will yet befall!"

Annie had no idea how true those words were, for the worst was yet to come.

Annie's Magical Birthday Present

The timing of this latest debacle at Mardi Gras really sucked, since all those legal troubles complicated Annie's other plans. Since last fall, for many months, Annie, Hoku, and I had been busily planning Annie's big debutante ball in London. Well, it wasn't a real debutante ball, that old-fashioned tradition ended years ago. But nonetheless, Annie was determined to throw a big coming-out party for herself, hosting Britain's nobility, to publicly reclaim her title and to formally introduce herself to the English upper crust.

Our lawyers had carefully crafted a new identity that represented Annie as being her own great-great-great-great-granddaughter, the nineteen year old Lady Arianna, the young Viscountess Berkshire. Young Lady Arianna was purportedly named after her famous ancestress who was marooned on a tropical island in the 1840s and later settled in the Colorado territory with her wealthy American husband. No one could suspect that Annie herself was that same actual shipwrecked girl, currently 185 years old but not looking a day over 19, her youth preserved by the mysterious love melon.

The big bash was in only a couple weeks. The invitations were already long sent, and the RSVPs long received. It was to be the social event of the 2012 spring season. Even Her Majesty had replied, though her attendance remained tentative. Later in the summer, Annie and I looked forward to attending the 2012 London Olympics as special honored guests. However, Annie created a huge mess with all her fucking around at Mardi Gras. She now regretted her sexy romp up and down Bourbon Street, and used all her resources to bury the story, especially in the British press.

In light of our recent understanding, I took a pragmatic view toward my relationship with Annie. My feelings toward Annie were still seriously cooled off following Mardi Gras, both because of her actions and also because of my new feelings for Hoku. But Hoku made it clear that, though she loved me desperately, she and I had no future together under the circumstances. I was serious deflated since there was no open door with Hoku. She was off in London, attending to the arrangements for this bash, and I missed her terribly.

So under the circumstances, I resigned myself to making the best of the situation with Annie. Paradoxically, now that my love for Annie cooled off, it seemed that her love for me caught fire. Annie was treating me so well, and being so affectionate toward me. Those first few days after Mardi Gras, Annie was giving me like twelve blowjobs a day, and not asking for anything in return. Go figure women! It seems that the more you neglect them and push them away, the more they love you! Wish I'd have learned this earlier on. So I started sucking on Annie's tits again, since I enjoyed that so much myself. But I refused to kiss her, knowing where that mouth of hers had been, on every cock up and down Bourbon Street.

I was starting to feel bad about the situation. Annie was making herself my love slave, and constantly told me that she was sorry and that she loved me, the whole time she was sucking my cock. It seemed that Annie really had gotten over her "madness" and turned over a new leaf, becoming a completely loving and devoted wife, determined to earn back my love and trust. Maybe I still couldn't trust her after Mardi Gras, but hey, what the fuck. Annie's birthday was coming in a couple days, and that seemed like a good time to reward her efforts and show her my appreciation.

February 26, 2012 was Annie's 186th birthday. Though the ageless Annie hates the mention of her actual age, like any woman, she loves the celebration of the day itself. I made up my mind to give Annie her best birthday ever. I woke up before Annie that morning and decorated the entire house with dozens of roses, both red and fuscia pink, as she loves, which were secretly delivered. Then I went back to bed to wake her with a kiss. I kissed her mouth over and over til she woke up.

"Mmmmm... well good morning, Bob!" spoke Annie, as she awoke with a stretch. "My, aren't you amorous this morning."

"Happy Birthday, Annie," I replied simply.

"Oh Bob! You remembered!" spoke Annie gratefully, hoping that maybe I had finally forgiven her.

Annie sat up, and her massive juggs flopped forward, and fell heavily onto her thighs, jiggling, as they always do. I took Annie by the hand, and led her downstairs. We were both naked, since we always sleep in the nude, and Annie's hefty breasts bounced around as I led her down the stairs.

"Shall we not begin the day in the expected manner?" inquired Annie, hinting at the fact that we left the bedroom without having sex.

"I have a special surprise for you," I replied.

Annie arrived downstairs to see the entire place adorned with roses. Her mouth dropped open in awe and amazement as she walked from room to room, ending in the kitchen.

"Oh Bob! How beautiful they are! Oh, how wonderful! Thank you so very much!"

"You're welcome, Annie. Maybe you'd like to join me for a special breakfast I prepared?"

"Hmmm, sounds marvelous," Annie purred, "though I do not see that you have cooked!"

I took Annie again by the hand and headed toward the back door.

"Oh my, what DO you have in mind, Robert?" asked Annie, playfully.

We stepped out the backdoor into a fresh six inches of snow. Annie giggled with delight as she tiptoed out into the fluffy powder in her bare feet.

"Oh Bob, this promises to be most delightful!"

I held Annie's hand as we walked out, nude, into the our backyard. It was covered with deep snow, following the fresh snowfall of the previous night. Clouds of our breath escaped out of our mouths, and steam rose from the surface of our skin. Ever since that day on the slopes, Annie and I are unbothered by the cold, and the bracing winter wind actually felt good on our nude bodies, like a cool breeze in the summer.

"Oh my, I am already becoming most aroused!" said Annie. "You know how I relish the sensation of the cold wind on my nipples!"

I led Annie to a clearing where the drifted snow was very deep. Without warning, I scooped Annie up and tossed her in the snow drift. Annie screamed as she flew into the deep snow. Her landing was softer than a feather bed, and her luscious body kicked up a cloud of snow. I dove in right after her. Annie had snow all in her hair and her body, piled onto her shoulders. Annie's head popped up out of the snow, right by mine. She looked at me like a wild lion.

"That was MOST exhilarating, Bob!" spoke Annie in a sultry voice. "Such wonderful play to begin my special day!"

With no warning, I pounced on Annie, and mashed my mouth against hers. Annie's tongue lunged into my mouth, and our tongues were intertwined. Annie's hot tits were pressed against my cold chest, and my big hot cock was pressed against Annie's cold belly. Unleashing a flood of pent-up passion, Annie devoured my mouth with hers as she rolled herself on top of me, so that we rolled around in the snow. Then Annie bumped against something hard under the snow.

"What is this?" wondered Annie, as she lifted something out of the snow. "A melon! Oh Bob, you placed them here! How thoughtful!"

"I placed a dozen of them here, Annie. This is the last of our harvest. We have a large breakfast before us!"

Annie wasted no time, but skillfully dug her fingers into the rind and pulled the melon in two. She broke off one piece and handed it to me, greedily devouring another. I cuddled up next to Annie, and we quickly gobbled up six of the twelve melons. It had been a long time since we had last eaten of the melon, and I was hoping that our large breakfast would bring the final cure to Annie, following her recent "madness," as she called it.

With each of us having rapidly consumed three melons, I pulled Annie up onto my lap, and held her ripe body against mine. Then I stuck my tongue down her throat again. One of Annie's huge tits was pressed up against my chest as we sucked face in that snow pile, and my big hard cock stuck straight up between Annie's legs, nestled between her gigantic boobs. My hand massaged Annie's tit, and kneaded her swollen nipple with my fingers, as she was moaned enthusiastically.

The melon was coursing through our bodies, and I could feel the familiar racing of my heart as its effects kicked in. Annie's tits began to expand. The huge tit compressed against my chest swelled, pressing hard against my body. The other nipple inflated, becoming larger in my hand, extruding out from between my fingers. The boob compressed against my chest slip off, and both massive spheres settled along beside me, while they continued to grow and enlarge. Annie gasped and groaned as her breasts expanded.

The snowy landscape was white and featureless, but the clear sky was becoming an even brighter, deeper shade of day-glow blue. I looked at Annie as we kissed, and her pink flesh looked more pink and colorful than usual. Annie's hair had become a vibrant shade of gold, and all the colors became bright and oversaturated. Annie opened her eyes as we sucked face, and her dazzling green eyes were a neon green color.

I knew what I was trying to attempt, and I focused as hard as I could on Annie and her plump, squishy body. In my mind, I imagined Annie, and only Annie, her gorgeous face, her seductive body. There was nothing on my mind but Annie, and what I wanted to do for her. My mind began to race, and my equilibrium was messed up, and it seemed like the entire world tilted to one side, and then we both were falling.

Then it happened! The day-glow sky cracked, and the world around us fractured, and all the chunks of reality fell away. We were left once again in that same white, featureless place where we had been before. There was no foreground, no background, no sky above, or ground underneath, just Annie and I... and six melons. Annie disengaged from my face, and the mounting excitement of our impending sexual torrent was briefly paused. Annie panted in my arms as her head looked around in all directions.

"Oh, here we are again! Just the two of us! Well done, Bob!" said Annie's voice, sounding far away with a vague echo, even though she was sitting right in my lap, encircled by my arms.

We were in the same featureless place, the same parallel universe if you will, where we ended up last year on our honeymoon. This was also the same "place" where we both were just the previous week, but separately, with all the people who we were "mindfucking" at Mardi Gras. Somehow, our melon-induced abilities can create some sort of portal to this place. I was there when I mindfucked the Snow Queen, Cutie Pie, and Brown Sugar, and all those other girls. Of course Annie had been here too, but separately, with however many other guys she herself had mindfucked in this void place.

The difference this time was that I had now used my own fledgling special abilities to bring Annie and me deliberately to this place... something that Annie herself had never done before, even with her greater abilities and experience. Annie gazed at me lovingly as she resumed sucking my mouth. My swelling cock throbbed anxiously as it rested between Annie's juicy tits, and her nipple I was squeezing in my hand felt so soft and squishable. Annie's inflating tits swallowed my body, which was nestled in the canyon of her soft cleavage.

I was trying to understand that this "place" was not really a place. It was something else... something more. I was here with fifteen girls at the same time, fucking each of them individually. They were not all in the same "place," but in fifteen different places just like this, with fifteen different versions of me, fucking each of them individually. But meanwhile, I was also still with Annie, fucking her in our hotel room, at the same time. And all these girls moved exactly the same as Annie, in perfect choreographed synchronicity, but each reacted to me and my cock in their own different way. And presumably, all the guys Annie was fucking were similarly with her in their own different versions of this same place, mirroring my movements.

Anyway, I didn't want to figure it all out, but I just wanted to give Annie her special birthday present. I sucked on Annie's tongue and devoured her mouth, and focused my mind again. Then I reached out and ran my fingers through Annie's hair. Annie jumped with a start to sense another pair of hands in her hair. Annie turned around and looked into my eyes.... my other eyes. There were now two different versions of me in this place. Somehow, I was fully aware of each. One of me was playing with Annie's hair, and while Annie was sitting on the lap of the other me, who was still squeezing her juicy tit.

Annie looked scared to see two versions of me. But then the newly-arrived me reached down, and stuck that tongue into Annie's mouth. Annie sucked face with that counterpart of myself, and then pulled away, breaking into the biggest smile of all as she realized what I had accomplished.

"Oh Bob, you are absolutely brilliant!"

I realized that, in this place (or places, or whatever the hell it all was), we could each be here at the same time with an unlimited number of other people. So why couldn't we be here, just the two of us together, but with an unlimited number of "instances" of ourselves? My theory worked. My second self sat down next to my first self, and we each raised one of Annie's big pink spheres to our faces. Then we each took a squishy globe of pink flesh and smashed them into our faces. Annie screamed with ecstasy as we each rubbed our faces over her nipples. We then licked her soft paps with our tongues sucked them into our mouths.

Annie was screaming with delight as my two selves sucked on both her nipples at once. So skillfully did I suck on her nipples with each of my tongues, and slobbered over her succulent tips with my lips. Annie was crying out loudly, though her voice sounded soft and distant in that strange place. I reclined on my backs as Annie's tits expanded some more. My hands sank deeper into the soft, squishy flesh of each tit that I held. Annie's magnificent mammaries sagged lower down as I suckled, and soon covered each of my faces, the malleable flesh of each juicy funbag flattening onto both sets of my shoulders.

Annie was losing it as the two of me sucked on her tits. Then I thought I'd give her something else. I concentrated again and there I was, standing behind Annie, seeing two of my other selves laying on the ground sucking Annie's tits. I had created a third instance of myself. I put my hands on Annie's plump hips, and she jumped up startled by this third apparition. Then Annie compliantly raised her hips and went down on all fours, and lowered her big floppy tits further into my face, or rather, the faces of my other two selves. I massaged Annie's ripe ass with my hands, and then inclined my giant cock, and drove it in from behind into Annie's sopping pussy.

Annie screamed out even louder at the triple stimulation of being fucked from behind, while I sucked on both of her distended tits. I gave her one big push and then another. Annie's body was moving on top me as I sucked on her tits, as I could feel myself pushing her plump ass back and forth. I felt Annie's hot, wet pussy on each of my three cocks, and it felt like I was fucking three Annies at the same time. One cock was doing all the work, but all three of them were getting off, as I drove Annie along.

Annie was crying out and bellowing in ecstasy, and then I imagined a fourth instance of myself to shut her up. Kneeling before Annie's face, next to my other two heads, I pointed my erect penis at Annie's face, grabbed Annie's head in both hands, and shoved my cock roughly into her mouth. Annie's cries were muffled with my big fat cock stuffed into her mouth. I held Annie's head tight as she bobbed it up and down over my engorged phallus.

Though Annie looked about to cry, and though her muffled murmurings sounded labored, Annie sucked enthusiastically upon my cock. And I felt Annie's mouth on all my other cocks, as I also felt her wet pussy squishing around them at the same time. I wondered if Annie could taste her own pussy from the cock in her mouth. It was really, after all, the same cock that was up inside her other end.

Annie was yipping with excitement at my quadruple stimulation, and she was having multiple simultaneous orgasms, from her nipples and her pussy, and also from getting off on sucking my cock. In this weird, featureless, trans-dimensional place, Annie's body rocked back and forth, and the rhythm was stimulating her nipples in my mouths, just as she was working my cocks in her opposite orifices.

Then Annie's nipples popped a leak. Annie began to sob, and tears ran down her cheeks, as her pleasure multiplied. Damn, that felt so good to have a double drink of Annie's sweet milk, in each of my mouths, which made my cocks swell twice as quick, and brought me closer and closer to climax. My expanding cock grew longer and thicker in Annie's pussy, and she orgasmed more forcefully as I filled her wet place even tighter. Annie gagged on my swelling cock as it grew longer and thicker in her mouth. It felt so good as Annie's teeth raked back and forth with each stroke.

My cock was so damn sensitive as it grew longer and thicker. It was more than I could stand. So I made eight more instances of myself, and each had cocks two and a half feet long, and four inches around in girth. I cuddled in close to Annie and rubbed my big cocks all over her face, and her shoulders, back and legs. Annie reached up with her hands and clutched at the two cocks rubbing against each side of her face, and she stroked them with her soft fingers.

There were twelve versions of myself, each of my cocks felt like they were was fucking, getting stroked, and receiving a blowjob at the same. This crazy shit was too much for my poor cocks, and they all blew their loads at the same time. A gallon of cum squirted into Annie's mouth, while another gallon shot up inside her pussy. A couple more gallons splurted onto her belly from my selves underneath, sucking Annie's tits. A gallon of hot jiz splashed on one side of Annie's face, while another gallon gooped up the other side. Annie's head and hair were thickly coated with the sticky glop, and jizz was splashed all down her back, and onto her legs and thighs. Long strands of cum dangled down off of every part of Annie. She was utterly coated.

But still it went on! I eagerly sucked down the milk from two gigantic tits, and this double flow fed my cock twice as quick. Gallon after gallon of cum ejaculated from twelve cocks, and the thirteen of us were like one big sloppy clusterfuck of bodies and cum. The cum was multiplying as two tits fed one cock that spurted out twelvefold. The laws of conservation did not apply in this wacky parallel universe of sex. Soon there was cum ankle deep on the "ground," whatever that was.

But then there was no ground at all, and Annie and all my selves were floating in space. Then Annie got into the action with her superior abilities. My various selves felt soft hands reaching from behind, and squishy, gigantic tits rubbing against my backs. Annie was multiplying herself, and now there were as many of her as there were of me. One of Annie's pussies was in front of one my unoccupied mouths, and she held my head closely against her snatch, so that I could bury my face in it. This Annie had an open mouth, so she cried out, both from me eating her out, and all the other versions of me, who were doing what they were doing for her.

Another version of Annie put herself between two of me, and those versions shared suckling onto that Annie's tits. I could now see that Annie's gigantic juggs were enormous, each about three feet in diameter, and floating weightlessly in this weird place. My selves each sucked the milk out of those two tits, which fed the cum even more quickly, which spurted out all over, inside and outside of Annie's selves. Another Annie stuck her face in front of one of my spurting cocks, and that face and head was instantly coated.

Gigantic globs of cum were floating freely in our space, and so were the other melons! A couple more Annie's grabbed a couple of the floating melons, and tore them apart. They took big bites of the melon, and also fed chunks to some of the versions of me that had unoccupied mouths. Those melons were devoured, and then the last four. Then things really got crazy.

All the unoccupied Annies had gallons of milk squirting out of their tits. Giant blobs of milk were floating in our space, along with the globs of cum. Some of the Annie's selves were trying to swallow the cum globs, while others were sticking their faces in front of my other spurting cocks. I made even more instances of myself and Annie did the same.

Some of me were eating out the pussies of some versions of Annie, while the same one(s) might be getting their cock(s) sucked by another version. Some of the Annies were sucking their own tits while getting fucked by another version of me, who might be sucking the tit of another Annie. A couple of different Annies were both sucking on the same cock of mine at the same time, and some of the Annies were sucking the tits of some of the other Annies.

All our different selves were in a tangled mass of human limbs, writhing around together, some sucking this, others fucking that, a sloppy mess of our mingled slime coating every surface of every body. Every combination of every act was being performed over and over, on all of our different selves, with all of our other different selves, to all our different selves, every one of our selves feeling everything being done with every one of our other selves.

The Annies with open, unoccupied mouths were speaking, some together in unison, others babbling on about different stuff....

"Oh Bob.... oh Bobs... oh this is so magnificent! Thank you so much!

"Oh, I feel like such a slut... but I am with only you, my many husbands!

"Oh Bob, to be naked in a roomful of men, to be the object of the storm of their lust, to suck on them and to be sucked on in return! This is the fantasy of my life, come true with you today!

"Oh Bob, gangbangs and orgies, to be in the middle of a mass of writhing, naked human flesh! You have made my dreams come true!

"To be immersed in a flood of human fluids! To be encircled on all sides by engorged penises, all continually squirting out fountains of semen, filling her and covering her! Thank you Bobs, thank you!"

"Happy Birthday, Annies," was all I could say, in between slobbers on her huge tits, and in between grunting from my multiple, continuous ejaculations into her mouths and pussies.

This went on for an infinite period of time, since there was no way to measure time in that place. Annie and I lived thousands of lifetimes in that state of continual coitus, inundations of intercourse. Every possible combination of sex acts were performed by every instance of Bob upon every instance of Annie, and then, inevitably, we inadvertently stumbled upon the exit to this hyper-dimensional self orgy. At one point, every single Bob was kissing every single Annie. Just a plain and simple kiss, with all our arms wrapped around each other. A million tongues seemed to merge together to make a thousand tongues, and those tongues merged some more to make a hundred, and then ten, and finally, just two.

Annie and I were sucking face when we again felt the bracing wind. We disengaged to look around, and there we were, lying in the snow. Our bodies were clean of fluids, and our parts were back to their normal sizes. The snow drift was flattened by the rolling around of our bodies, in the middle of a large flattened area of snow in our field out back. Did we flatten all that snow by ourselves? Or did we have help? What really happened that day? Was all this some sort of melon-induced hallucination, or were we really in that other worldly place?

I looked at Annie, and she was completely restored. Her ageless beauty was back as it had been before, and every trace of the rapid aging she experienced at Mardi Gras was reversed. Annie no longer had that sleepy, slutty look, but instead had her sweet and innocent look once again. Annie laid on top of me in the snow for a long time, her huge tits squashed against my chest, and we basked in the afterglow of that wild experience for a long time. Annie's arms rested around my neck, and then she finally spoke.

"Oh Bob, such wondrous experiences do I share with you! To be ravished by you in so many ways! Oh, I cannot wait until we might visit that place again!"

I'm not surprised that Annie felt that way. She really loves all the weirdness of the melon, and all these mystical, transcendental experiences. But all this makes my head spin. It feels friggin' incredible to do all that stuff, to share all this with Annie, and have all that wild shit happen to my cock. But just like it's possible to get too drunk, this sexual weirdness was getting to be too much for me. Especially after having such incredible "normal" sex with Hoku.

"Do you really enjoy all that wild shit, Annie?" I asked.

"Oh Bob! Yes indeed!" gushed Annie enthusiastically.

"What part did you enjoy the best?"

"Well... I truly enjoyed sucking your cock several times at once! It was as if I was sucking the cocks of several men at the same time! That was utterly majestic!"

"Then maybe if you would have tried this with me in the first place, you wouldn't have needed to suck off all those other guys at Mardi Gras."

Well, that knocked the smile off Annie's face. She withdrew her arms and pulled away from me.

"Oh Bob, must we dwell on that still? Have I not yet proven to you my remorse and regret?"

"Annie, I'm just saying, with all these crazy abilities, there are lots of things you might have tried with me, instead of cheating. Who knows what else we can do with the melon? Maybe we can even change our appearance, and look like different people? Or maybe we can even make a lot of copies of ourselves and become a crowd of different people?"

"Oh Bob, now that is a tantalizing prospect!" said Annie, smiling and leaning toward me again. She really liked the ideas that that appealed to her worst tendencies.

"Yeah, sure it is. It would be just like cheating without actually cheating, wouldn't it? You like that idea because you really are nothing but a cocksucking slut!"

Annie looked at me with stunned shock. For a second, I thought she was going to get angry, or maybe even worse. But then she started laughing hysterically. Annie's big pink watermelons jiggled around as her sides split with hilarity. I laughed too, and we sat there naked in the snow, holding each other, laughing our heads off.

"Hahaha, y-yes Bob, I am indeed a cocksucking slut!" said Annie, between laughs. "Sucking cock is surely what I love! Hahahaha!"

"Then I'm so glad that I could supply you with enough cocks to suck!" said I, through my own laughter.

"Hahaha! Thank you Bob, but even that many are never enough!"

"Then how many?"

"ALL OF THEM! Hahahaha!!! I want ALL the cocks in the world! All at once! Hahahaha!!! And even those would not be enough! HAHAHAAAHAAAHAAAA!!!!"

Annie was nearly hysterical, a sexual mania had overtaken her. I felt my own cock getting hard again at all this cocksucking talk. Annie noticed it too.

"Speaking of sucking cock...." I said. Annie wasted no time stuffing my 15 inch boner in her mouth.

Annie sucked me to climax three times before my cock finally went limp. This is what it's like in our new relationship as "fuck buddies." It's all about sex, and nothing more. Annie really likes it that way. She really enjoys being treated like a cum slut, with no respect. And as a result, she has been more loyal and devoted to me than ever. I finally figured out that Annie only wants to be dominated by an alpha male. She doesn't want to be a loyal wife to a loving husband, treated with tenderness, put on on a pedestal. The shame of it is, that's what I really wanted, and to share love with a loyal wife.

Annie and I walked hand in hand, naked through the snow, back to the house. It turned out that only about an hour of "real time" had elapsed since we left the house. I made her a proper egg breakfast and we enjoyed the remainder of the day in peace and quiet. In the evening, I gave Annie her real birthday present, a fancy diamond necklace.

"Oh Bob, it is spectacular! It is unimaginably beautiful!"

"I thought you might wear it at your big bash in London," I suggested.

"Oh Bob, it is marvelous, but it would not go! That dress has a high neck! A necklace would not be suitable!"

"A high neck?" I replied, astonished. "On YOU??? I'll have to see this dress!"

"Oh, you will, My Handsome Man, and rather soon! We will pick it up in New York en route to London!"

So we'd have a stop in New York in two weeks. I wonder what new hijinks we'll get into in that town? No further legal troubles, I hope. Yeah right, as if we'd manage to avoid more trouble.

Annie Does Manhattan

The day of the big gala event approached. All the arrangements were made, and Annie and I prepared to leave for our trip to London. We had a couple of days layover in New York City for the final fitting of Annie's dress. This was a custom dress from one of the finest designers in New York, nothing "off the rack" for Annie! I was not allowed to see it on her ‘til the big unveiling in London, so I just sat around the posh lobby, sipping espresso, and reading some queer fashion magazine that interested me not in the least. I was wishing that I'd have brought a good book, as that damn fitting was taking forever.

I really don't like big cities very much, especially New York. After everything that happened between Annie and me since New Years Eve on Times Square, I had even less enthusiasm for this visit. I never used to think that Annie liked cities either, but lately I'm finding out so many things about Annie that I never knew. That's why I wasn't surprised when, back at our penthouse suite, Annie veritably gushed with enthusiasm for the Big Apple.

"Oh Bob! Such an exciting place is New York in this modern time! So many lights! So many people!"

"Yeah sure, Annie," I muttered, "and now that you're around people again, you're back to your old tricks."

"Whatever do you mean, My Handsome Husband?" Annie replied, innocently.

"Don't play coy, Annie," I countered. "It's pretty obvious that you were giving 'the eye' to all the handsome young guys on the streets of New York. Did you think I wouldn't notice?"

"Oh bosh, Robert, those boys simply smiled at me! Shall I be rude and not return a friendly gesture? After all, there are so many friendly people in New York City!"

"Oh sure, Annie," I muttered, "New York is SO famous for being a friendly town. You know perfectly well that men everywhere only pay attention to attractive women, and you like to pay attention back. So what you really mean is, 'there are so many men in New York at whom you'd like to flash your tits,' right?"

"Now really, Bob," sniffed Annie, trying to act all offended. "That is most unkind of you to say."

"Oh come on," I retorted. "How many times did I see you do this lately, especially in Miami and New Orleans? I know you pretty well by now. New York has lots of strip clubs. You know you'd love to be dancing on a stage in a XXX bar if you could, wouldn't you?"

"Really, Robert," replied Annie, disingenuously, "I'm disappointed that you would insinuate such a thing. I thought we dispensed with that subject."

"Well, in that case, it probably would not interest you to know that it's legal for women to go topless in New York City."

Annie's eyes widened like saucers.

"Truly, Bob?" Annie answered excitedly. "So that a girl may walk about freely, with her teats revealed, and no legal reprisals?"

"Oh yeah, women are allowed to do it, though very few actually do... or so I've heard."

Annie was as giddy as a little girl on Christmas morning.

"What exciting news this is! Oh, I should like so much to participate in that!"

"Oh, I'm sure you would," I answered sarcastically. "Isn't it interesting how, just a second ago, you were denying the very suggestion, and now you're absolutely thrilled to learn that toplessness is legal in New York? Maybe you're having another bout of 'madness'?"

Annie made no attempt to deny, she just grinned from ear to ear.

"Annie, let's face it, no matter what you say or do to my face, deep down, you really are nothing but a cocksucking whore."

Rather than get pissed at the insult, my new "fuck buddy" laughed lustily and pulled up her shirt. Her nipples popped out, quivering like they do, and Annie leaned her squishy tits against my body. She reached over, unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock. Stroking skillfully with her soft fingers, my long, limp tube of flesh quickly became firm in her hands.

"Now Robert, as you well know, I prefer to the term 'exhibitionist.' And all along I thought you rather enjoyed my cocksucking!"

With that, Annie sucked the head of my partially erect cock into her mouth. Her lips and tongue slobbered playfully over my penis, which quickly hardened in her mouth, becoming fully engorged. Annie is very talented at changing the subject when the conversation takes an undesired turn. Before you know it, Annie had sucked me to climax, and drained my cock of every drop.

"Oh Bob, what a time to be alive!" said Annie, rubbing my wet cock against her cheek. "Nude beaches, adult conventions, breast-baring public bacchanalias in the street... and now open public toplessness in America's largest city! What other libertine joys of this modern age have you withheld from me as yet, from My Handsome Man?"

"Oh, those are the high points, I'm sure, at least for the USA," I replied sullenly. "Things are certainly different here today than in Victorian England. But they are more open about such things in Europe than here in America."

"Then let us hasten to Europe at once!" insisted Annie, as she turned her attention again to my cock.

Here we go again, I thought, as Annie commenced giving me another excellent blowjob. In the few short weeks since Mardi Gras, things have been great at home, just she and I. Annie has talked a great talk and her devotion to me, but no sooner do we hit the streets of the big city, populated by lots of attractive young men, and she shows her true colors. It's only a matter of time before the whole cycle begins again with Annie. Except next time around, I don't intend to put up with any more of her bullshit.

It was an unseasonably warm day for March in New York City. After being cooped up all winter under thick layers, all the women in the Big Apple did not waste the opportunity to bare some skin. On the streets, all the sexy young things wore shorts and skimpy tops. Unfortunately for Annie, she didn't pack her own skimpy clothes, but made do with what she had. As we dressed for a lunch, Annie put on a pair of snug jeans and an even snugger day-glo blue tank top, with a pair of white flats on her feet.

Soon we hit the streets of Times Square, which was packed with the lunchtime rush. Though she could not show off her creamy thighs, Annie turned plenty of heads with her huge boobs stuffed into that blue tank top.

"Where shall we eat, Bob? I read of a nearby restaurant called 'Aureole.' I rather like that name."

"Oh sure," I replied, "because it sounds like 'areola.' How about we try that for dinner later on? Planet Hollywood is right on the corner over there."

"Yes, that would be splendid!" said Annie. "I have been wishing to visit that establishment for many years."

Annie and I had a couple of burgers, and laughed at all the corny bric-a-brac hanging on the walls. Even though we're very wealthy, we really like to keep things simple. We finished our meal, and walked out, strolling along Times Square. We passed through the middle of the square, just about the spot where we had been standing on New Year's Eve, when then Annie did what I was expecting her to do.

"Oh, what a lovely day it is indeed!" said Annie, reaching her arms upward, stretching her body into the air. Annie arched her back, projecting her big tits forward, in case there was anyone around who failed to notice her jiggling juggs. The sight of an extremely voluptuous girl in a tight tank top, drawing that sort of attention to herself, made all the passing guys turn to look. At the precise moment when Annie had the maximum number of male eyes focused on her, she reached down, grabbed the bottom edge of her tank top, and lifted it over her head.

Every eye followed the blue garment upward as Annie peeled it away from her pink flesh. One massive jugg came free first and flopped down jiggling, and then followed by the other. The warm rays of the spring sun graced Annie's two rose-colored nipples, which presented themselves to the sight of all the passersby. Annie pulled the tank top free from her sandy-brown hair, and shook her head all around, which made her enormous boobs shake pendulously from side to side.

Oh fuckin' hell. I knew Annie was going to do it. I was just waiting for her to make her move. As usual, Annie played it with the utmost skill.

"Well, you sure are attention whore, aren't you?" I muttered.

Annie just gave me a teasing smile, and wrinkled her nose at me.

It's always funny to observe the reactions from men to a voluptuous, suddenly-topless girl. Some guys stand there like zombies, with a "deer in the headlights" expression, unable to move. Some guys act afraid, and run away, like they're terrified at seeing a sexy girl's nipples, or maybe just afraid that their wife will find out. But a lot of guys react like you'd more typically expect, and yell and hoot and carry on and talk shit to the sexy babe with her tits out. It was these kinds of guys that quickly formed a crowd around Annie, whooping at the sight of her massive juggs unveiled.

"Whoa, babe!"

"Hot damn!"

"Lookit them fuckin' tits!"

Then suddenly, about a half dozen photographers appeared out of nowhere. That's New York City for you, where everyone who is not an actor or a musician is a photographer. A bunch of other dudes had their phones out, recording the scene. Well shit, I was gonna give them something else to photograph. So I reached down and pulled off my own shirt, showing off my bulging muscles. Several of these cameramen gave me their attention, since they were probably of an "orientation" to prefer a male subject.

I held Annie's tiny waist tightly, squishing her big boobs against me, just so nobody got the wrong idea. I had to admit, it really was a hell of a lot of fun, standing there with no shirt on, holding my topless wife, both of each wearing nothing but blue jeans, right there in Times Square, with a crowd of horny guys gathered around!

Whether they were professionals or amateurs, those photographers were still goddamn paparazzi, and I was starting to get pissed at how they were crowding into our space.

"Hey... that girl is Bobbi B! The famous porn star!" said one dude in the crowd.

Oh great, now Annie is a "famous" porn star.

"Hey, yeah, I love her site, at AllAboutBobbiB.com. She must be in New York doing a promotion!"

"That site says she can make her tits grow even bigger!"

Annie liked that idea, so she let her tits out a few cup sizes. Annie's tits swelled, growing from their usual watermelon size, sagging lower toward her hips. Annie's nipples bulged outward, her pink plums inflating, and puffing larger. Annie's areolas expanded, becoming shinier and more translucent as they grew taut with the expansion. Annie raised her arms in the air and rolled her head back, gasping and moaning in mingled pain and pleasure as her boobs expanded, evoking a predictable response from the crowd.

"AAAAHHHH!!!"

"Whooooooaaaaaa!"

"Holy fuckin' shit!"

The crowd was going nuts, and more guys were gathering around, creating a pedestrian traffic jam at Times Square. Annie was getting so turned on by all this attention that her inflated nipples began to dribble out little white drips of lactation. Annie grabbed one of her juicy, swollen udders with both hands and raised it to her mouth. The guys were screaming louder and more furiously for Annie as she sucked on her own nipple.

Some of these guys were reaching out, trying to touch Annie's tits, but I was trying to pulling her out, away from the converging throng. Shit, maybe I should have let the crowd get its collective hands on Annie, that seemed to be what she wanted anyway. But I held tightly onto Annie and noticed that she was taller... no, not taller... she was floating! Annie's feet were six inches off the ground, and I was holding her down, keeping her from sailing upwards into the sky!

I could feel that Annie was completely turned on, both from suckling her own nipple and from the sexual energy she was generating in the men in the gathering crowd. The crowd pressed in closely, and a number of hands to manage to touch Annie's tits. Annie dropped her tit, and leaned her head backwards, moaning loudly, as she began to rise higher. I was losing my grip on Annie, and the crowd was getting out of control, when suddenly, her reverie was broken by a commotion in the crowd.

"Awright, what the hell is going on here? Clear out!" yelled a cop, who was shoving his way through the crowd.

Annie snapped out of it at the sound of the cop's angry voice. Annie dropped to the pavement, as her beach-ball-sized tits jostled roughly. The cop looked at Annie, then at her tits, and then back at her face. Annie looked doe-eyed and innocent, standing there topless, with nothing covering her gigantic tits, her nipples still glistening from the wetness of her saliva and lactation.

"Aw hell, another one!" hollered the cop, as his younger partner joined him in the crowd.

"What is the problem, constable?" asked Annie playfully, pretending that it was perfectly normal to see a huge-breasted, topless girl at New York's busiest intersection at the peak of the lunchtime rush.

"Miss, you're under arrest," said the younger cop.

"But what is the charge?" asked Annie.

"Indecent exposure, ma'am," replied the younger cop. "You just can't walk around topless in Times Square like that."

"Hold on, Murphy," said the veteran cop, "it is legal in New York for women to be topless."

"What?" replied Murphy, incredulous.

"Haven't you heard? Some goddamn court case about 20 years ago," said the older cop to his partner. "These girls even have a 'Go Topless' Parade in August where they march with their tits out. What the hell, this is New York!"

Then he turned on all the horny guys gathered around.

"Awright, all of you, move along! The show's over! Go on! Keep moving," and with that, the cop dispersed the crowd.

"Listen sweetheart," spoke the cop harshly to Annie, "I might not be able to arrest you for showing off your tits in public, but I can arrest you for disturbing the peace! So get out of here, NOW! If I see you again, I'm gonna run you in!"

But Annie knew a little bit about the way things work in New York, and she tried to play an angle on the cop.

"But sir, I am an artist, and this is my exhibition! You cannot stand in the way of my art! I have rights! Do you mean to impinge upon my freedom of speech? You must allow me to continue!"

The older cop had heard it all in his years with the department, and he just rolled his eyes. He was not about to fall for that storyline.

"Oh yeah, sure, honey," the cop replied sarcastically. "So I suppose you got a permit for your little 'exhibition'?"

Annie stood there quietly, not responding.

"Awright sweetheart, just cut the bullshit and put your shirt on, or else you're coming with me down to the precinct."

"Very well, constable...." sputtered Annie, angrily, upset that her plans for making midday mayhem in New York were disrupted.

Annie turned and walked away through Times Square, defiantly barebreasted, in the general direction of our hotel. Annie did not bother to retract her huge juggs, and her enormous meat balloons bounced along heavily with each step, her tennis-ball-sized nipples quivering and jiggling all over the place. Every eye remained on Annie as she stalked off, and numerous phones recorded the entire scene. I looked back at the cops, and the veteran just shook his head as he watched Annie stalk away with her shirt off.

"So what now, Annie?" I asked, amused that the cops pulled the plug on her latest sexy stunt.

"NOW, Robert?" snapped Annie angrily. "Now we are returning to our hotel, whereupon I intend to suckle your cock until it is once more drained of the last drop. Does that proposal meet with your liking?"

Um, yeah, it does! My cock was hard as a rock from Annie's performance, and it's pretty difficult to feel comfortable with a fifteen inch erection in a pair of snug blue jeans! Annie charged across Times Square with her tits bouncing around, and she walked topless through the hotel lobby, causing every head there to turn her way. A quick elevator ride and then we were back in our penthouse suite. In another minute, we were both out of our jeans, naked upon our bed, with Annie's mouth pistoning on my cock.

We were staying in the same penthouse suite on Times Square where we stayed on New Years Eve. Annie loved the view of the skyscrapers of Midtown as seen from our outdoor deck. After we finished fooling around, Annie and I strolled naked out onto the patio to admire the view. I grabbed Annie and kissed her again, holding her body close, squishing her giant mounds of flesh against my chest.

Annie's body crackled with excitement as I held her. I felt her feet again rising from the deck, just like it down on the street earlier. I held Annie tight as she began to float, not wishing her to escape like a helium balloon among the towers of Manhattan.

"Oh Bob, behold that urban panorama! I should so love to sail among those buildings! Let us do so, Bob! Do not deny me this pleasure!"

What a crazy, stupid idea! As if we were not already in enough trouble! As stupid as it was, that idea actually did appeal to me. On one hand, I was weary of all the weird shit, but on the other hand, it was such a rush to fuck Annie in the skies over Hawaii. I wrestled with the temptation, tugged between my better judgment and my own lust for excitement. As usual, Annie was not thinking things through.

"Annie, don't we have enough legal problems already? In addition to all those other charges, we're still under that FAA investigation for all the trouble we caused in Hawaii. There are 10 million people in New York! That's a lot of witnesses! Do you want them to put us away forever?"

"Ah, but we shall have to be more crafty about things, shan't we?" spoke Annie, with a sly, sultry look in her eyes.

My heart raced at the thought, though I knew in my mind that it was the stupidest crazy idea. Annie stared at me, doe-eyed and entreating, and my excitement mounted. Maybe I was out of my own friggin' mind, but I couldn't help but to get caught up in the sexy spell that Annie cast on me. As I held onto Annie, I tried mentally letting go of gravity, imagining myself light as a feather. My feet lifted off the deck, and I began to rise several inches into the air. Annie looked into my eyes with excitement, as I was joining her in another aerial encounter.

Hovering maybe two feet above our patio, I let go of Annie's body, to see if I could float on my own. When I did that, the circuit was broken, and both our bodies dropped down.

"Oh Bob, this is most disappointing!" said Annie.

We tried again, doing everything like before, and it worked again. We managed to will ourselves into floating! I even let go of Annie, and we did not fall, remaining suspended above the deck. But no matter what we did, we could not ascend more than a couple feet.

"Oh, this is most distressing, Bob! When we were down upon Times Square, it was as if I might rise up from the ground and soar as a bird, ascending among the buildings! All those male eyes upon me kindled a force that I cannot now muster alone! What shall we do, Bob?"

My heart pounded with the urge for pleasure and adventure, as my mind struggled to hold onto my better judgment. Finally, my mind lost the battle.

"Hmmm," I pondered, now fully caught up in Annie's insane scheme, "maybe we need to recreate those circumstances. Maybe we need to try again in a public place, with lots of people around, to give you that force. How about somewhere with a high altitude? It might give us a boost, like when we were skydiving."

Annie and I both turned our heads together and looked up at the Empire State Building, which towered over all the other skyscrapers in Midtown. We looked at each and other and smiled. Annie silently conveyed to me that it would be "crafty" to go up there after sunset, when darkness fell over the city. I agreed with her sensible suggestion. We might avoid trouble if we stayed in the shadows, hidden by the darkness, and stayed close to the dark buildings. Then we kissed, and began another round of love play.

We stayed in bed the rest of the afternoon, rolling around, fucking and sucking each other, me draining Annie's tits and she draining my cock, over and over. We fucked and sucked until the sun went down, and night descended upon New York City. Then we made our move.

Above New York

We pre-arranged to have express passes sent to the hotel for the observation deck of the Empire State Building. We got dressed and walked over. It was only a few blocks and the evening was fine. Though the whole crazy plan was against my better judgment, I was trembling with anticipation, overcome with the temptation of another aerial thrill with Annie. She looked at me and my heart skipped a beat. We giggled like silly kids as we walked the streets of Manhattan, our naughty prank making me tremble with anticipation.

Annie and I were both panting with excitement was we entered the lobby. I was wearing a raincoat and some old baggy sweatpants. Annie was just wearing a raincoat. We both picked clothes that we didn't care about, since we planned to leave them behind. A high-speed elevator ride and there we were, at the top of the town. A stunning evening view opened up to us as we stepped out onto the observation deck.

"Oh Bob, such a vista this is!" gushed Annie, excited by the stunning nighttime view of the Big Apple. "Such a panorama! Oh my, look down below, how far down one can see!"

Annie is always like a little girl when experiencing modern marvels. She always gets so excited and enthusiastic, especially where heights are concerned. The view from the observation deck was indeed spectacular, with the lights of the city below us, like stars spangling the rectangular topography of the urban landscape.

Annie's loud, loquacious enthusiasm drew the attention of those around us, who, at that hour, were mostly young couples and other groups of young people, enjoying an evening out at the top of the town. Most everyone smiled at Annie's innocent fascination, probably thinking her to be an English tourist on her first visit to New York. Others, especially guys, were probably smiling at Annie's stunning hourglass figure, which was highlighted by the belt of her raincoat drawn tightly around her wasp waist, emphasizing the sheer enormity of her bustline, and the considerable length of her cleavage, revealed by the coat's plunging neckline.

"Oh Bob, look there!" Annie continued gushing. "That is the Chrysler Building! I've long admired the 'art deco' design of that building. How exciting to see it from up on high!"

A crowd was beginning to gather around Annie. Maybe they were entertained by her running commentary of the skyline of New York, but more than likely the guys were appreciating watching her (and her huge boobs) as she delivered her colorful descriptions. I felt a bristling sensation on the back of my neck, and could tell that our surroundings were beginning to crackle with sexual energy, as always happens with Annie whenever we're in public. A couple of guys were murmuring among themselves.

"Hey, that's the same girl who was in Times Square this afternoon!"

"Yeah, no shit, that's her all right! I got texts of her all day!"

"She's Bobbi B, the famous porn star. My phone was lighting up with pics of her all afternoon."

Well, if Annie was not a "famous porn star" before today, she was now. All those phones on Times Square today must have been sending texts to all their friends' phones, and apparently Annie was "trending" this afternoon in the NYC social network. Now she's at least famous in New York City. And if she can make it there, she'll make it everywhere! Damn, this situation with Annie just escalates all the time.

"Have you seen her fan site? AllAboutBobbiB.com? Un-fucking-believable."

"Hey, I wonder if she intends to put on another show, up here on the observation deck?"

"Yeah, how 'bout it Bobbi! Show us what you got!"

"Yeah Bobbi, show us your tits!"

Annie looked around at the crowd of guys gathered around us, obviously delighted at all the male attention, a big, broad ear-to-ear grin across her face. The air was crackling with sexual energy as more and more guys gathered, some who recognized Annie and others who were just curious. Annie gave me a sultry, hungry look, staring deeply with her bedroom eyes into mine. I began to feel light-headed, like I could fall over... or maybe fall upwards.

"Show us your tits! Show us your tits!" the crowd chanted.

Annie looked a couple inches taller, which I knew to be the telltale sign that she was already floating above the deck. Annie's hair was beginning to float around her head, like she was underwater. Holding her gaze to my eyes, a look of concentration on her face, Annie undid the belt around her waist. Then she unbuttoned the top button of her raincoat, and then the next, and all the others, the rest of the way down. Then Annie reached up her hands, and pushed the coat off from her shoulders.

Roars of cheering went up as Annie's raincoat dropped away to the deck. Annie's huge, pink watermelons were revealed before the crowd of horny males, along with every inch of her luscious nude body. A shockwave of sexual excitement radiated outwards from Annie's rose-colored nipples, which quivered with excitement as she drew heavy, excited breaths. The lights of New York flickered beyond the security rail as I admired the perfection of Annie's creamy flesh.

"YAAAAHHHH!!!!" went the roar of the crowd.

"HOLY FUCKIN' SHIT!!!"

"LOOKING THEM FUCKIN' HUGE TITS!"

A maelstrom of sexual energy swirled around us as all these horny guys hooted and cheered and made catcalls at Annie. My own coat dropped away to reveal my well-muscled chest, and rippling arms and shoulders. My cock was fully erect, fifteen inches long and as thick as a beer can, and poked out from above the waist of my baggy sweatpants, reaching up my abs, nearly to my chest. Annie stepped forward and grabbed my throbbing penis with both hands. Then she pushed down my baggy pants, which slid off to my ankles.

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT???" screamed one guy.

"IT'S THE DUDE'S FUCKIN' COCK!"

"GODDAMN, WHAT A MONSTER!"

Admiring shrieks for my elongated penis went up from the handful of females in the crowd (and I hate to admit it, but I heard some male voices as well. Welcome to New York!)

I grabbed Annie's tits and squeezed them together. Annie gasped and moaned, her sexy green eyes fixed on mine. I stepped one leg out of the sweatpants, and then the other. Annie kicked off her flip-flops. We both reveled in the experience of totally naked and totally aroused out in public, in front of a screaming crowd, outdoors, in the cool spring air, at the high altitude of the Empire State Building. This exhibitionist display was so different than that nude beach experience, standing there naked before a clothed crowd. I was surprised how fuckin' horny I got!

The crowd was going friggin' bonkers, and I had no idea what going to happen next. My cock was rock-hard and throbbing urgently as Annie stroked it with her soft hands. Annie's soft tits were so soft and squishy in my hands, as I kneaded them like dough. We were both panting with excitement, and Annie was gasping in short, rapid breaths, and her head lolled backwards. My skin tingled as if electric ants were crawling all over me.

I heard a noise and glanced over at a couple security guards, who were on the edge of the crowd, looking angry, and trying to shove through the crowd to reach us. Annie's tits began swelling in my hands, and her squishy breast flesh extruded through my fingers. The crowd was screaming, and the dudes were crowding closer, wondering what we'd do next. A couple hands reached out to touch Annie's tits.

I leaned my mouth over and touched Annie's swelling nipple with my tongue. Annie screamed with pleasure as my mouth swallowed her nipple fully, and then a surging feeling of "butterflies in my stomach" overtook me as gravity lost its grip on us. Annie was moaning in ecstasy as the observation deck dropped below us. The sounds of cheering receded into the distance as we ascended past the upper stories of the Empire State Building. Our bodies were illuminated by the spire's floodlights as well as we sailed upwards.

My insides were churning and my head was spinning as I tried to cope with the overwhelming sensation of zero gravity. My heart was pounding and my breathing was heavy as we sailed upwards. But every nerve in my body was tingling, and my cock felt overloaded, like it could explode from sexual intensity! Annie was gasping and moaning with pleasure as I rubbed her soft, squishy body against mine, as we ascended into the sky above Manhattan.

We were high above the city, above the top of that spire, as I held Annie close. Sweet cream suckled forth from her nipple, as she ran her fingers through my hair. Dribbles of white lactation floated upwards from her other nipple, and hung in the air beside us. It seemed that gravity did not draw Annie's milk back to Earth. I released my mouth from Annie's tit and looked at her. Annie's face was exploding with joy and pleasure as we again shared the experience of floating, in the darkness high above the buildings of New York City, rather than the blue daylight skies over Hawaii.

"Oh Bob! I am overwhelmed! You are the most exciting man, My Excellent Husband! How could I have ever abandoned you, My Wonderful Lover!"

I kissed Annie up there in the night, above the city. We pulled apart, and I released her. We both floated independently, under our own power. Undulating spheres of lactation escaped from Annie's nipples, and hovered all around her, as if in orbit, our bodies somehow negating the force of gravity in a volume surrounding ourselves. Annie stretched her voluptuous form and twirled around, slowly pirouetting in a circle, upside down and then over, as she gracefully floated above the Big Apple. The lights from the streets below cast their orange glow on Annie's supple flesh.

Annie was drifting apart from me as she swam around in the air. I feared that we'd be separated, so I reached toward Annie, and somehow found my body moving toward her. It was like I was flying! Like Superman! I willed my body to advance toward Annie, and it obeyed. In a moment, sexy Annie was back in my arms. Our bodies spun around together as I held her tight. I stared into Annie's green jewels as we twirled in the sky, and all of New York spun behind her. One moment Annie's face was flying past the city lights, then the next moment, the dark night beyond.

I kissed Annie again as our heads were pointed downwards. The illuminated buildings were up above our heads, and the black of night was below our feet, as Annie and I swallowed each other's tongues. Finally, Annie could wait no longer, and she disentangled, spinning her body around, and fixed her mouth to my cock. I grabbed her plump hips and buried my face in her sopping pussy. Annie and I grunted and groaned loudly, as we spun all around in a sloppy 69 high above the big city.

Up at that height, the wind blew in our ears. We heard the distant sounds of car horns and sirens a thousand or more feet below. Annie and I had had thrown ourselves completely in the moment. We didn't care about anything, whether anyone could see us up there, or how we would get down, or even if we would ever get down. All that mattered to me was Annie's juicy body, high up in the sky, as I ate her sweet pussy, and she swallowed my big cock.

We did take one precaution. We set up a red and green flashing light on the deck of our penthouse, in the hopes that we might see that and somehow navigate back to that place after our aerial romp. But I had no idea where our hotel might be from up there, all the buildings looked the same. And besides, Annie's mouth felt SO GOOD on my cock, which muffled her screams from my stimulation of her pussy with my mouth. I didn't care where we were, or the crazy, impossible situation. All I cared about in that moment was Annie's sopping pussy and my engorged cock.

Annie and I tumbled end over end as we sucked each other's tender parts. We were both so turned on, from the amazing sensation of zero gravity, and the kaleidoscope of New York City spinning in and out of our view. I licked and sucked on Annie's swollen clit, and her entire body shuddered with pleasure. Annie's snatch noisily slurped over my face, as her pussy contracted in orgasm, over and over. Sloppy squirts shot out of Annie's pussy onto my face over and over, as her body shuddered in ecstasy.

I slurped and swallowed all of Annie's wonderful pussy slime, which drove me over the edge. Annie's soft, sweet lips and tongue slobbered all over my penis when a forceful surge of cum propelled itself forward into Annie's mouth. Annie hummed enthusiastically as she gulped down the first squirt. Annie forced her mouth down hard upon my member as the next shot went into her throat. Annie sucked as hard as she was able as surges of cum ejaculated over and over into her mouth.

Annie arms were wrapped around my ass as my cock impaled her throat. My face remained immersed in her slimy crease as my hands fondled her ripe butt. Then Annie's body jolted with surprise. Her mouth abruptly popped off my cock.

"Oh Bob, look!"

I pulled my face away from Annie's vagina to look around at the scene around us. While we were preoccupied, we had floated gently downward, and were passing right next to the window of an office building. Several late-night workers were staring out the window at us, some stunned at the sight, others laughing and pointing their phones. There we were, a floating, naked couple with distended sexual parts, with an amused audience watching us as our faces were engaging each other's crotches.

Annie could not resist the urge to perform for her admiring public. Annie smashed her lips down upon my swollen cock and pirouetted her body up and over, her mouth turning around my cock as her body turned in mid-air. Annie smashed her beach-ball-sized tits against my chest as her mouth engaged my engorged penis. I ran my fingers through her hair and held her head close against my chest. Annie slobbered up and down my corpulent shaft, licking it like an ice cream cone, as she looked at our unexpected voyeurs.

Annie's mouth was encircled with my cum, and she shot her new friends a sexy smile as she licked her lips with her tongue. Then she slid her body upwards against mine, rubbing her overripe meat balloons against my chest, kissing her way up my body, and licked my face, which was covered in her pussy slime. The guys on the other side of the glass went nuts!

Annie gazed at me, with a look of awe on her face.

"Bob, that was magnificent! YOU are magnificent! This entire experience is magnificent! Thank you so very much for indulging me, My Wonderful Man!"

I replied to Annie with another kiss. Our tongues snaked into each other's mouths as we hovered naked outside that window, above the streets of New York. Through a force of will, Annie and I made ourselves rise higher into the air. Once we rose above the roof tops once again, I could see that we had been drifting north through the West 30s from the Empire State Building, and concluded that the diagonally-running street below must be Broadway. We were at least floating in the correct general direction, back toward our hotel at Times Square.

As I was kissing Annie, I could feel her huge tits compressing against my chest. Annie's humongous juggs were expanding again! I pulled away from Annie's kiss and pushed her swelling balloons away from my chest. Annie's nipples were the diameter of grapefruits, and inflating before my eyes. My hands buried themselves deeply in Annie's soft pillows of flesh, and I positioned my mouth again on the soft, pink tips of her expanding breasts. Annie cried out again as my lips and tongue caressed her swollen paps.

"Oh Bob, oh that feels so very nice! Oh, you wonderful man!"

Annie reached her hands onto the head of my swollen cock. As we floated along, as I sucked Annie's tits, she positioned my engorged penis against the oozing folds of her vagina. Annie cried louder as I urged the rigid shank up inside of her. Sweet lactation flowed out of Annie's nipple into my mouth as I slid my enlarged penis back and forth in Annie's sopping pussy. Another stream of Annie's milk sprayed out of her other nipple, forming itself into tiny white spheres that hovered in the air around us, as we floated above the buildings of Manhattan.

Annie gasped passionately as my cock rocked back and forth inside her. Annie's huge breasts swelled ever larger, and mashed up against my face as her nipple swelled inside my mouth. I greedily gulped down Annie's sweet milk, which caused my cock to grow bigger and bigger up inside her. My arms were encircled around a single massive boob, which had to be three feet in diameter. Annie's soft nipple filled my mouth, as I guzzled down her vanilla lactation. Annie's other mammoth mammary floated next to me, dribbling milk, quivering and jiggling with each of Annie's heavy breaths.

We sailed over rooftops and alongside taller buildings as I fucked Annie in the air. We passed in and out between dark shadows and the bright illumination of building lights. The cars below looked like toys, and the people on the sidewalks like ants as we glided amidst the glass and stone towers. I could not be sure if anyone could see us, but I certainly didn't give a shit, and I was positive that Annie especially did not either.

Annie wrapped her legs around my waist as my long, thick cock stroked back and forth inside her body. Annie let her arms flail around behind her as I held tightly to her massive tit. We tumbled end over end as I pushed Annie along, harder and faster. Annie's luscious body was flopping around like a ragdoll as I pummeled her pussy with my distended member.

"OH BOB! OOOHHHH.... FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARDER, BOB!!!!"

Annie and I both tuned out of the world as I pushed her through one orgasm after another. My face was buried in her huge pillow of flesh, as I sucked her sweet cream out of her nipple. I pumped Annie hard, again and then again, over and over, and finally, another volcano of cum erupted from cock, up inside Annie. A scream of primal ecstasy escaped from Annie's lips as my engorged penis pounded her vagina, as one cum shot after another was disgorged up inside of her.

"Oh Bob.... oh, My Magnificent Lover.... OHHH!" bellowed Annie, her voice echoing between the man-made canyons of New York.

But then I noticed that there was more light around us, and the sounds of cars and other vehicles were louder. The raucous sound of a crowd cheering and calling out was heard right below. I raised my head from Annie's soft, squishy tit, only to see that the streetlights were right underneath us. I looked around and saw that we were only about thirty feet above the street! We were dropping down toward the ground! And where should be have ended up, but right back on Times Square!

Another crowd of people were gathered below, clapping and cheering as we descended toward the ground. Annie and I angled ourselves around so that our feet were pointed downwards. I managed to extract my cock from Annie's pussy as we floated down, twenty feet, fifteen and then ten. The crowd parted to clear a spot underneath us as our bare feet gently touched down on the pavement of Manhattan.

A cacaphony of voices called out to us, and numerous raised cell phones were pointed at us, with flashes of cameras going off all around us. Annie's three-foot diameter tits bounced and swayed as her toes touched down lightly on the ground. Dribbles of white lactation flowed down from Annie's nipples, which were now the size of soccer balls. My thick tubesteak was nearly two feet long and over four inches in girth, and still rock-hard, towering in front of me, covered in our mingled slime.

"Lookit them fuckin' tits!" called out one guy.

"Wow, look at that dude's huge cock!" called out one gorgeous brunette, who licked her lips.

"Who are you? What are you doing?" called out others, who must have thought we were some sort of publicity stunt.

Annie had completely lost all inhibition. She turned all around, showing off her jiggling juggs to everyone, gleefully enjoying all the attention coming at her from every direction. The head of my cock was standing up to the level of Annie's face, so she just grabbed my slimy cock head with both hands and forced her mouth down onto it. Roars of enthusiasm went up from the crowd once again, as Annie sucked my cock into her mouth. Annie rubbed her enormous spheres against my belly and thighs as her mouth engulfed the head of my penis.

A siren was heard, and my eyes were dazzled by the red and blue flashers of an approaching cop car. More legal trouble was approaching fast. I was paralyzed with pleasure as Annie sucked my big cock before her admiring audience, but I was not about to end up in the slammer yet again.

"Come on Annie, not now," I said, as I slid my fingers through Annie's luxurious hair, urging her head away from my cock. I managed to pop Annie's mouth off my my cock, and she stood up and angrily confronted me.

"Bob! You thwart my latest performance yet again!"

Not even taking the time to explain, I turned Annie around to face the two cops, who were out of their car and shoving their way through the crowd.

"We're not being very 'crafty,' are we?"

I reached my hands all the way around and grabbed Annie's huge tits from behind. Barely able to encircle my arms under Annie's massive mounds of flesh, I jumped up into the air. Thankfully, gravity lost its hold on us once again, and we sailed straight up from the street. The crowd below was cheering and clamoring, but the cops stopped in their tracks, and looked up at us dumbfounded.

Once again, our nerves became completely stimulated under the sensation of weightlessness. My cock throbbed relentlessly as it was pressed against Annie's soft butt. I squeezed Annie's nipples with my hands, which immediately became wet with leaking lactation. Annie moaned with pleasure, both from floating and from my fondling of her nipples. I slid my body downwards, to angle my cock against Annie's dripping pussy. With a single lunge, I penetrated her once again.

Annie and I both cried out as my penis slid into her vagina. Loud cheers were the response from our audience on the ground, now a hundred feet below us. Annie was out of her head as I pumped my cock into her, doggie style. I happened to notice a flashing red and green light, and was grateful to have located our penthouse, high above Times Square.

I held Annie's tits as I thrust my big cock back and forth into her sopping crease. I willed our bodies to turn as I aimed Annie at our penthouse. Annie's loud screams echoed off the buildings as our conjoined bodies hovered over our patio. Annie grunted loudly and then again and again, as her pussy contracted multiple orgasms onto my cock. Another hard thrust and then another, and my cock erupted in a geyser up inside Annie's body.

Several forceful squirts of my seed shot up into Annie, with each long lunge of my cock. Annie's body shuddered with each thrust, and I held her tits closely in my hands as our storm of passion quieted down. My foot touched down on the deck, and then gravity took full hold on us once again. Annie crumpled to the deck, causing my still-rigid cock to slide out from her snatch. I reached down and picked up Annie, she still panting with exhaustion from our flight through the skies of New York.

I carried Annie inside the penthouse without a second to spare. Just then, a police helicopter flew past, its spotlight scanning the entire area, looking for Annie and me in the air. Thankfully, our penthouse was dark, and the cops could not see us. The chopper flew off, looking for us on another block. I laid Annie down on the bed.

My heart was pounding, coursing with a powerful adrenaline rush. Annie and I could not contain our excitement! We had just sailed through the air, and shared hot sex between the skyscrapers! We both bristled with sexual energy, exploding with excitement! Annie and her big smile beamed up me as I laid atop her, so brightly she practically lit up the room. I rammed my cock up inside her again, and pounded her twat over and over.

"OH BOB! OH, OH, OH! OH, YOU ARE MY MASTER! OOOOHHHH! OOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!"

Annie screamed and moaned and carried on, as I fucked her furiously. A glowing tornado of sexual electricity swirled around us, and the air crackled. Annie's body shone with a translucent light, and her eyes glared like green lasers as I pummeled her vagina with my penis. I rocked the bed so hard that it left the floor and bounced down hard again, over and over, with each powerful thrust. We both grunted and groaned as we approached a mutual climax together. A penile thunderclap was muffled by Annie's pussy as my engorged phallus discharged its greatest orgasm of the night. Annie dug her nails into my shoulders as my cock thrust itself deeper and deeper into her wet place, each potent ejaculation followed by another.

Frantic screams tapered down to gaspy moans as our relentless sexual storm subsided. My sweaty body collapsed on top of Annie's, and we could feel each other's hearts pounding against each other's chests. Annie's eyes veritably glowed neon green as she gazed at me in wonder.

"Oh Bob," whimpered Annie, "That was absolutely magnificent! Oh, My Powerful Man, how is it you can do these things to me? How could I ever have wandered from you? What a fool I was!"

Annie stroked my face with her fingers as she gazed into my eyes. As our breathing settled, the glow of her eyes faded, but they still radiated affection for me. I felt a renewed sense of love for Annie, wishing it could be shared by her. If only Annie did truly come to feel love for me, we might have avoided the worst trouble that still lay ahead. Spent and exhausted from our aerial exertions, we both dropped off quickly to sleep.

The morning light woke us. Our patio doors had been left open all night, and this morning was much colder, more typical of March in New York. I was unbothered by the cold, and strode out naked onto the deck to greet the day. Streaks of orange and pink colored the sky over Empire State and the other tall buildings of Midtown.

By the light of day, I had come to my senses, and the foolishness of this latest escapade hit me hard. That was really crazy, what we did. Damn, that was so much fun, but I still can't believe that I allowed myself to get caught up in the latest insanity. Thankfully, we were not apprehended. Nobody was hurt by that stunt, as far as we know. But we keep taking these stupid chances, and one of these days, it's going to bite us hard in the ass.

Annie joined me on the patio, her gigantic meat balloons bouncing and jiggling as she walked toward me. She wrapped her arms around me, pressing her firm globes against my chest, and we shared a sloppy kiss.

"Oh Bob, that was absolutely exhilarating! Let us do that again! Straightaway! I should love to soar among these buildings by the light of day!"

Annie rose up above the patio, her feet six inches above the deck. I could see that she now possessed the ability to levitate at will, and she did so effortlessly.

"No way, gorgeous," I replied, taking her hands and pulling her back down. "We created a huge scene. The cops will be looking for us now. If they knew where we were, they'd have already arrested us by now. Maybe you want to end up in a federal prison, but I do not."

"Oh bosh, Robert," Annie whined. "Sometimes you are no fun at all!"

But we did not completely avoid trouble in New York. Thankfully, no cops knocked on our penthouse door, and we managed to get onto our plane and leave NYC without incident. We also managed to avoid being a news story on TV and the newspapers. As wacky as "Fun City" can be, apparently our story was too unbelievable even for NYC. But picture texts of us in action flew back and forth across New York that night and the next day, and we went "viral," becoming the subject of much rumor and gossip.

An entire New York folder opened up at AllAboutBobbiB.com. That fansite included pix from Annie's daytime topless stroll through Times Square, and nighttime pix of us on the Observation Deck, as seen through that office window, and on the ground naked. Though the site featured Annie, and though she loves seeing pictures of herself naked, I was not happy to see my face displayed so prominently, especially in "hard core" pix, having sex with Annie.

I was livid when a bootleg copy of the Breeze video turned up in the same hardcore section of that site. I was furious to be associated with that asshole, and reminded of how he shared my wife so publicly. I decided to have our people shut this site down for good as soon as we returned from London.
Now that we could float at will, Annie planned out a series of upcoming aerial sex adventures.

"Oh Bob, we could sail in the skies above London and Paris and who knows where else! When we visit London this week, perhaps we could launch ourselves into the sky from that new 'London Eye' ferris wheel! Oh, that would be divine! Next we shall visit Paris and ascend above the Eiffel Tower! Oh Bob, Paris is so lovely in the spring! We shall thereafter couple high above all the cities of the globe, and from every mountain top! We shall fuck from the greatest heights, and suckle each other's parts above the whole world!

Annie had all such grandiose adventures planned out. But her Victorian sensibilities had still not come to grips with the realities of the high-tech world, where invisible eyes keep watch from afar at all times. Annie did not comprehend the extent of the trouble we had already created, and that her indiscretions were soon to overtake her... or rather, to overtake us both.

At the Ball in London

The long-awaited day had finally arrived! It was the day of the Grande Ball in London, the official coming out party for the young Lady Arianna, The Right Honorable The 2nd Viscountess Berkshire, whose line was believed long lost and forgotten. Annie was representing herself to be her own nineteen year old great-great-great-great granddaughter, here in London to reestablish her noble title.

Annie explained to me all that nobility bullshit, how hers was a courtesy title and not actual membership in the British peerage and the House of Lords. However, Annie would not explain to me why she suddenly wished to now embrace the trappings of nobility, which she had eschewed for so long. Knowing Annie, I could only expect that she had some mischief in mind, which required her to have a certain position in British society.

This event was sure to help her establish this position. Though this "hoity toity" event was really a chance for Annie to introduce herself and network with London's upper crust, its ostensible purpose was a fundraising dinner, to raise money for orphans in war-torn regions, a cause which Annie cares about very much. There would be an extended social hour where Lady Arianna would receive her noble guests, followed by a sumptuous dinner, whereupon the young Viscountess Berkshire would deliver the keynote address.

Lady Arianna was wearing her very exquisite designer gown, for which she was fitted in New York, exclusively created to her abundant proportions by the one of the top fashion designers in the world. My heart skipped a beat when I first saw Annie wearing this most alluring dress. The garment was sheer black with lace patches that (barely) concealed Annie's best parts. Very risqué, and very sexy, especially with Her Ladyship's overly-ample curves.

Annie's gown was completely see-through, and gave the general impression that she was nude. The dress reached up in the front and attached to her neck, and scooped out behind to reveal the entirety of her bare back, extending all the way down to reveal the top of her backside. Sheer lace sections cut diagonally across the length of the dress. Annie's entire cleavage was visible, as the dress was specifically tailored to encircle and contain her voluminous breasts, and hold them compressed underneath the sheer fabric.

Two strategically-placed opaque lacey patches covered her nipples, but not entirely covering her areolas, allowing a view of their rosy color to sneak out over the sides. Another narrow opaque patch of lace barely concealed her vulva, and another in the back barely covered the crease of her butt. The skirt was daringly slit up the side, just short of her hip, to reveal the entirety of her creamy thigh. Otherwise, the overall impression of Her Ladyship's gown was one of voluptuous nudity.

"Annie, isn't that dress a little too risqué for such a posh gathering of noble snobs?" I inquired.

"Oh, it certainly is indeed, Bob," Annie replied devilishly. "But I intend to establish myself among the noble peerage, and then proceed to stand their stuffy little priggish world on its head! This ball is merely my opening salvo!"

Ah, so that's Annie's scheme. I'm not surprised that Annie would desire to make trouble, it seems like that's the entire purpose of her wild adventures. With all the legal trouble we were already in, I wondered how far Annie's rampage would proceed, and what it would finally take to bring it to an end.

Every eye was upon Annie the whole time as she jiggled around in her sexy gown. The men gazed admiringly at Lady Arianna as the women threw scornful daggers from their eyes! I'm sure every noble cock in the house stood at full attention as the Voluptuous Viscountess jiggled by!

Annie and I had received all the lords and ladies and various dignitaries, all of whom politely greeted me for a moment, and then devoted all their fawning attention to Her Ladyship. That was fine, it was her party after all, and with that dress, there was no reason anyone should notice me for more than two seconds. One person in particular made his presence particularly known.

"Good evening, My Lady," said one particularly handsome young man. "I am Geoffrey Smythe-Richfield... the Baron Richfield. It is my distinct honor and pleasure to make your acquaintance."

With that, he raised Annie's hand to his lips, and kissed it, holding her eyes with his own. Annie's dazzling green eyes glittered and shined with a radiant light as this hunky noble bastard laid it on thick.

"Oh..." Annie gasped, "I'm charmed, My Lord... charmed indeed."

I could see that this asshole Richfield was definitely a player. He had that suave, debonair, James Bond quality that made women to melt like butter. He was very young, college-aged, and was probably the captain of his polo team, or whatever the fuck kind of stuck-up, snobbish bullshit he might do his prestigious university. Well, he managed to snare my wife. Annie stared at him with stars in her eyes, admiring his square shoulders and his dark and handsome good looks. She was too smitten to make an introduction, so I barged in and did it myself.

"Hello Richfield," I interjected, stepping between Annie and him, trying to come across as informal and "American" as possible, to put him off. "I'm Bob Penton, Her Ladyship's husband," with emphasis on the word "husband."

Richfield sneered at me, resenting my intrusion. He extended a disdainful hand, merely to comply with the strict accordance of etiquette, with no good will intended. His hand was strong, and he gripped mine too tightly. So I gripped his back even harder.

"Hello," he replied condescendingly, "but please note that it is LORD Richfield," emphasizing his noble title.

We stood there for a long couple seconds, staring daggers at each other. Finally, he turned back to Annie and resumed his friendly prattling with her.

"Your Ladyship, allow me to introduce you to some distinguished personages...."

With that, Annie took Richfield's arm and turned her back to me, not even glancing once in my direction. She wandered away from her guests in the receiving line, off to a cluster of people with her new gentleman friend. Okay, fine Annie, I thought to myself. I saw clearly how things were going to be in my future relationship with her. She's going to extol my virtues as a lover and suck my cock with gusto when we're alone, but then ditch me in public every time she meets another handsome guy. From mere courtesy alone, I would not spoil her big night by making a scene, but this was the last straw. I would get through this night, but did not intend to stand around as a wallflower every time Annie's head got turned by a handsome young man.

We had been told that the Queen herself might be joining us this evening, though Her Majesty had not yet arrived. Nonetheless, our event was swarming with Royal Protection officers who secured the hotel in the event that Her Majesty would manage to attend. Not welcome, in my mind, were the members of the press who were also swarming around. Since this was the social event of the spring calendar, it was well-covered by all the London papers.

The paparazzi were fawning all over Annie, snapping pictures of her in that slinky dress. This gave me a bad feeling after our recent legal entanglements at home, especially the incident at Mardi Gras. It did not seem that anyone in attendance was aware of the infamous "Bobbi B" or connected Her Ladyship with that "famous porn star." But Annie was unbothered by all the attention, smiling and working the room with style and grace, having all the men eating out of her hand. Still, I felt a prickling on the back of my neck, and I sensed that that bastard Ian Goldsmith was somewhere about, though I could not see him. Even though he was officially unemployed as a journalist, I had bad feeling that he would try to make trouble for Annie. All the guards were on strict orders to look for him, and throw him out if he made it in. Nonetheless, I would expect him to be craftier than that.

Annie was standing off to the side with that douchebag Richfield, encircled by a crowd of other young noblemen who were fawning all over her and blatantly staring at her big tits. I just shook my head in frustration. So I left Annie to her admiring public, and walked over to the bar to get myself something to drink. Who should happen to be there but Hoku Jones, who was escorted to that event by our lawyer, Zane Richards.

"Hello Bob," spoke Hoku, as alluring as ever.

I had not seen or spoken to Hoku since that day at the house, weeks before. My heart jumped up into my throat at the stunning sight that greeted my eyes. Hoku was wearing a magnificent black evening dress, shiny like silk, that hugged closely to her spectacular curves. The dress was slit over the middle of each thigh, tapered to points in the front and back, and revealing a considerable length of her bronze legs. Above each slit was a scalloped lacey opening about two inches wide, through which showed peeks of her copper skin.

The lace openings rode up her hips and over the front of the dress, rounding the sides of the cups that held her exquisite breasts. Hoku's dress was low-cut in the extreme, and revealed a considerable amount of the full bounty of her newly-expanded breasts. Thin spaghetti straps held her top in place, though the straps appeared to labor under the considerable weight of her fulsome breasts. The top of Hoku's dress fit very snug, and compressed her juicy tits together, offering at least twelve inches of her luscious golden cleavage. My heart ached to see Hoku's voluptuous form, barely concealed by that slinky dress, wishing to see her ample curves unveiled again.

My heart broke to see that Hoku was wearing the diamond necklace that I had given Annie for her birthday. The glittering stones rested on the tops of her sun-kissed flesh, sloping into the canyon that separates her delightful mounds. If only I could have given that necklace to Hoku myself instead. I'm sure Annie loaned it to her to better complement her stunning dress... and to get in a dig at me.

Hoku's raven-black hair hung seductively down to her shoulders, long and loose, and draped over onto her breasts. Hoku was wearing more eye makeup than usual, and the black rims of her lashes made her sparkling blue eyes glitter like the waves of the Pacific on a fine tropical day. Hoku's lips were painted red, and had a pouty look that made me want to grab her and kiss her right there. Instead, I restrained myself and simply greeted her.

"Hello Hoku. You look absolutely magnificent tonight."

"Thank you Bob," said Hoku, looking down demurely, a blush rising to her face. I wondered if Hoku had made herself look so beautiful on my account? If so, she accomplished her purpose, for my heart yearned for her, to take her and to hold her, just as she looked at that moment, though I could do no such thing about it at all.

"Hey there, Penton," spoke the voice of Hoku's escort, who I had not yet greeted.

"Hello Richards," I replied to my lawyer. I wondered why he called me by my last name, without at least the "Mister." In times past when we spoke, we were on a first name basis.

"Wow, you really have your hands full with that wife of yours, don't you?" said Zane Richards, who was holding a mostly-empty glass, and who clearly had drunk several more before that one. I didn't like his tone, but decided to let that comment pass.

"Yeah, we've had some issues lately," I stated, tentatively, wondering why Richards was bringing this up, right here and now. But Richards just wouldn't shut his mouth.

"Yeah, and I've been working around the clock to clean up your fuckin' mess!"

"Look Zane, I really appreciate all your hard efforts. But this isn't the place to get into all this...."

But Richards was on a roll.

"I mean, sixty-three fuckin' blowjobs? And a fuckin' porno movie??? Damn, Penton! Can't your wife keep her fuckin' shirt on?"

I leaned into his face, trying my hardest to keep my cool, and not escalate the situation. I spoke through gritted teeth, my voice barely above a whisper.

"Listen Richards, I know you're drunk, but get this through your head: we pay you and your firm a hell of a lot of money, and you're here tonight at our party as our guest. So why not grab a cup of coffee, take your seat, and shut your fuckin' mouth, right now?"

"Yeah, sure, Penton, whatever you say. I'd rather take your wife's money than sleep next to a fuckin' whore like that! Better you than me, pal!"

With that, Hoku wound up and smacked Richards across his face, thereby saving me the trouble and embarrassment of kicking his ass at Annie's fancy shindig. Richards looked blearily into Hoku's angry face, puzzled that she lashed out at him.

"How dare you speak of My Lady in such a manner!" retorted Hoku. Then she waved at one of the guards to summon him over.

"Please see Mr. Richards to his room," Hoku instructed, "and insure that he remains inside until he sobers up and gets a proper night's rest."

In this way, Hoku implied that the guard was to remain outside the door of Richards' hotel room all night to prevent his leaving, so that he would not further disturb the night's proceedings. Richards looked at Hoku with a look of disbelief and betrayal, that she was dealing him such a turn. Then he turned back to me.

"Goddammit Penton," bemoaned Richards, "how many gorgeous women do you need anyway? What's your fuckin' secret? Are you hung like a horse or what?"

The guard escorted Zane Richards out of the hall. He need not know that a horse has nothing on me, but that has nothing to do with my situation with either Annie or the gorgeous Hoku Jones.

"Well, looks like we'll be looking for another law firm," I said to Hoku.

"And now I don't have a date for tonight," sighed Hoku wearily. "Guess I go stag to still another party."

Since Annie was fully occupied with Little Lord Fauntleroy, Hoku and I were in the same boat.

"I'm so sorry, Hoku," I consoled. "I don't know why Richards launched in on me like that."

"Zane is a fool, as I have increasingly come to find out," Hoku admitted.

"Oh? How's that?" I wondered. "Did you tell him about us?" I inquired, not wanting to hear the answer.

Hoku sighed. "Yes Bob, I told him about us."

"And how did this come up?" I asked, really not wanting to hear that answer either.

"Oh Bob, as I mentioned last time, Zane had been most persistent, and...."

I bristled as my mind raced ahead to obvious conclusion.

"So you're sleeping with him, then?" said I, barely able to contain my resentment.

Tears welled in Hoku's beautiful blue eyes.

"Oh Bob, it only happened seven times!" blurted out Hoku. "And then I broke it off, and told him why."

Seven fucking times. Shit. A twirl of different emotions circled around in my head. On one hand, I was pissed to learn that Hoku had been fucking Zane Richards, after what we shared in our special night in New Orleans, after everything she said to me. I wanted desperately to be with Hoku, and couldn't help but resent any other man with whom she would be. But on the other hand, it was Hoku who turned me aside, however reluctantly, and told me to return to Annie.

Since Annie is my wife, and since I've still been fucking her regularly ever since, I had no claim on Hoku, nor any reason to expect Hoku to wait for me. I was not in any position to have any say about how Hoku lives her life, or who she lives it with. Besides, Hoku is an exceedingly beautiful woman with considerable sexual needs. I can't expect her to join a convent and carry a torch for me. Still, I couldn't help but feel jealous and protective of Hoku, and hateful toward the man who was with her when I could not be. Then Hoku grabbed my arms, tears streaming down her face.

"Bob, I've been so very lonely! After finally having you, after wanting you for so long, I thought I might lose my mind! Yes, I finally gave in to Zane's persistence! But it was simply awful. He could not compare with you, not in the least! I did not wish to hurt his feelings, but I cannot pursue a relationship with him, or with anyone. There can only be you, Bob! You are the only man for me! But I feel like I'll go mad with loneliness! What am I to do?"

I took out my handkerchief and dabbed at Hoku's cheeks and eyes, and forced a smile onto my face.

"I'm so sorry, Hoku. I'm so sorry that every time I see you, it ends with you crying. I've been thinking of you constantly, even when I'm with her. I don't know what we can do, except hope for some sort of solution, and soon."

And after Annie's latest stunt tonight, ditching me and walking off with Richfield, I was of a mind to make my own solution.

Hoku reached up and grabbed my hand, and smiled through her tears. My heart ached at the thought of facing centuries ahead as Annie's "fuck buddy," into a future time when Hoku Jones had grown old and passed. I didn't have much time to reflect on this, as Annie barged in between us and grabbed my arm, pulling me away from Hoku.

"Excuse me, Hoku," Annie said, "but I need to steal my husband away for a very important meeting."

And that was that. As Annie pulled me along, I saw Hoku looking back at me, dabbing at her eyes, and then she turned and walked to the ladies' room. Annie was wearing her fur stole around her shoulders, which covered her up a bit, and afforded her a measure of modesty in that slinky dress.

"Oh Bob, she's here! She was able to attend after all! And we must be present to greet her!"

"Who Annie?" I asked.

"Well, Her Majesty, of course!" replied Annie, giddy with excitement.

As an American, I have no capacity for understanding all the bowing and scraping these Brits do before their beloved royals. We rejected all that bullshit back in 1776, and anti-royalism is ingrained in American national culture. In my short months with Annie, I had no previous impression that she shared the common British affection for the Queen. I suppose it's just in their blood, these Brits, and they can't help themselves.

At the entrance of the hotel, the red carpet had been unrolled before the royal limousine. A lot of milling around was done by security and various minions, but eventually, the door was opened, and the Queen stepped out. I must admit, even as an American, I found it to be quite an experience to be in the presence of such a famous and distinguished personage as Her Majesty, Queen Elizabeth II. The Queen left her entourage and approached us, looking directly at Annie, as though she were scrutinizing her face.

"Your Majesty," said Annie, dropping to the ground, bent at one knee, her other leg swept back, her arms swung out at her sides, and her head bowed forward. Annie prostrated herself humbly on the floor before the Queen, and I had no idea what to do except stand there awkwardly.

"Arise, Lady Arianna," spoke the Queen. "We are not at court, and it is not the reign of my royal great-grandmother."

"Thank you, Ma'am," replied Annie, rising with her head still bowed.

Annie lifted her eyes and looked at Her Majesty. Again the Queen studied Annie's face, looking at her from one side to the other. Annie did not speak, as one always allows the royal to speak first.

"Remarkable," thus sayeth the Queen, having completed her inspection of Annie's face. "Truly remarkable."

"Your Majesty, may I present my husband, Mr. Robert Penton."

The Queen nodded politely, and I returned the nod, unsure of the proper etiquette. Annie really could have briefed me beforehand on the protocols. The Queen turned her attention back to Annie.

"I must say, Lady Arianna," said the Queen, "it is indeed most surprising to finally meet you in person."

"H-how do you mean, Ma'am?" replied Annie warily, not sure of the Queen's meaning, or where this conversation was going.

"Well, I had expected to meet you shortly after my coronation," informed the Queen. "I had hoped to meet you many years ago."

"Your Majesty?" spoke Annie, taken aback. "I do not understand your meaning."

"It is indeed truly remarkable that a woman of your considerable age should have her youth so impeccably well preserved. You appear as a mere girl, in the full flower of youth."

Annie blanched at the this statement, and a look of shock and dismay fell hard upon her features.

"Oh please, Lady Arianna, do not think that we are naive to your secrets. The Crown has been monitoring your activities for many years. In fact, we have maintained a file on you since prior to your meeting with my royal great-grandmother, Victoria, during her Jubilee. Your file has since grown quite thick indeed."

Annie gulped visibly at this revelation, and she was wide-eyed as she pondered the implications of what she had just learned.

"Oh yes, Lady Arianna, you would do well to consider your status. Shouldn't we maintain a keen interest in an ageless subject, with such wide interests and extensive holdings? Surely you wield powers that make you a force with which to be reckoned."

"M-Ma'am..." began Annie, words failing her in a very uncharacteristic manner, "B-begging your pardon, but I am at a loss...."

"We were content to observe you from afar, whilst you remained secluded at your island home. But of late, you have made yourself quite conspicuous, and have taken to making mischief at your home in America. Oh yes, we are well aware of your recent legal entanglements, in Colorado, Nevada, and Louisiana. Our security services have shared our information about you with their American counterparts, to assist in their ongoing investigations."

Annie looked terrified, only then realizing the full depth of the trouble she now found herself in. As it was, she was facing possible imprisonment back home for her extensive sexual charges. But if the Feds were to connect all the dots, and learn of her agelessness and special abilities, and possibly even discover the secret of the melon, Annie and I just might disappear forever.

"Lady Arianna," intoned the Queen. "The Crown may offer you protection from the American authorities as a right subject, but you must give your assurance that these indiscretions of yours do not continue. We shall not tolerate a spree on these shores such as your escapades in the skies over Hawaii, and most recently again, over New York City. And if any such incidents are reported elsewhere abroad, we shall assist the local authorities in those jurisdictions.

"Any further infractions, and you shall be stripped of your noble title, and all claim to being a subject of this realm. We will then offer you no sanctuary from the American authorities. Please consider that you have been warned. I further suggest that you comport yourself in modesty and decorum. I trust you recall such good manners from your noble upbringing. Have I made myself clear, Lady Arianna?"

Tears streamed down Annie's face as she replied to the Queen. Annie cowered under her mink stole, as if she were trying to hide her entire body underneath it. Annie once again dropped to her knees with another court curtsey, her head bowed very low.

"Y-yes, Your Majesty. Of course, Your Majesty. Pray, ma'am, accept my humble apologies. Please forgive my lapses. I remain your humble servant."

"Arise, Lady Arianna, and trust that our watchful eyes will remain upon you. Do not disappoint us further."

Annie stood up to see the back of the Queen, as she and her entourage entered the ballroom. Her arrival was announced and the Queen entered, and took her seat at the special place of honor which had been prepared. Annie sheepishly headed to the hall, and tried to enter inconspicuously.

"Oh Bob! She knows! She has always known! Oh, this is an utter catastrophe of the highest magnitude! Oh, I might curl into a little ball and wither away, I am so utterly humiliated!"

My sympathies for Annie were lacking, given my ongoing frustration with her behavior, up to and including this present evening.

"Well Annie, looks like this is the end of your wild adventures, doesn't it? You won't be standing the stuffy little priggish world of your beloved nobles on its head after all. You'd better change your ways right away, and clean up your act, before we both end up in even deeper shit than we're already in."

Annie glared at me, clearly angry that I didn't pat her little hand and offer her the sympathy and consolation that she expected. I could see from her haughty, defiant demeanor that she still didn't get it. Annie still clung to the notion that she could continue to toy with "these children," and still considered the selfish indulgence of her personal whims to be more important than our privacy and security. Without another word, Annie turned on her heel and stalked off into the ballroom, with her back to me.

The rest of the social hour was awkward for me. I stood around with no one to talk to, observing the upper crust of London society milling around. I did not see Hoku anywhere, which was a shame. If I had, I would have told her that I was completely through with Annie and her unending bullshit. I would have told Hoku that I wanted to run off and start a new life with her, right then that night, and forsake Annie once and for all, as Annie has continually forsaken me.

It was finally time for dinner, and I could not wait to take my seat at the head table. As most of the guests took their seats, the chair next to me was still empty, and Annie was nowhere to be seen. An awkwardness was settling in, as most everyone was seated except the guest of honor herself. Well, this was not my party, and I was not about to sit there and make up excuses for Annie's absence. I got up out of my seat and began looking for Annie.

I quickly determined that Annie was not in the lobby or kitchen nor any of the other rooms. I asked around with the hotel employees and guards and no one had seen her. I was walking past the coatroom and heard some distinctively sexual noises coming from therein. I walked into the coatroom, looking through each row, and there, in the last row, I finally found my wife.

There was Annie, kneeling on the floor in her fancy designer dress, its top undone, with her huge tits hanging out. Annie's big tits were clearly expanded several sizes larger than normal, her pink, bulging nipples still shiny and glistening with another man's saliva. Standing with his crotch before Annie's face was that sonofabitch Richfield. His Lordship's pants were down at his knees, and Annie's mouth was on his cock, her head bobbing enthusiastically back and forth. Annie's fingers were playing around with Richfield's package, the fingers of her right hand tickling around his balls, the fingers of her left hand gripping the base of his cock, the same hand on which sparkled her 10-carat wedding ring. Richfield was holding Annie's head, his own fingers buried in her hair, as her head bobbed back and forth.

I happened along at just the right moment, as Richfield was in the throes of orgasm. He was trying unsuccessfully to quiet a forceful grunt, and Annie was humming in satisfaction as the contents of his cock were ejaculating into her mouth. I stood there for a single second in stunned disbelief, that I should actually catching my slut of a wife, live and in person, in the very act of betraying me one last time, observing her with a noble cock stuffed in her mouth. I was dumbfounded that she had the audacity to suck Richfield's cock right there in the coatroom of her fancy bash that I had helped her plan for months, especially right after receiving a stern upbraiding from the Queen herself to be on her best behavior.

I wasted no time. In one second, I was right there to punch Richfield in the face. He had a glass jaw and crumpled to the ground, knocked unconscious in mid-orgasm. As he fell, his cock popped out of Annie's mouth, and wiped the side of her face, leaving a goopy white streak along her cheek. She was so caught up in the enthusiasm of giving this asshole a blowjob that she didn't even sense that I was standing right there, until his cock slipped from her mouth. I did not even look at her, but turned immediately and headed out of the coatroom.

"But your tits away, you fucking goddamned cocksucking whore. Your noble guests are all seated for dinner, and you're making them wait for their food, while you're in here enjoying your little snack."

That's it. No more forgiveness, no more second, third or fourth chances, no more pleading from Annie or her friend Hoku. Annie and I were done. End of subject.

No husband should ever have to see his wife with another man's cock in her mouth, especially after accepting so many of her apologies and reassurances. Annie always told me that "beneath my bloated teats beats the lewd heart of a wanton slut." This is who Annie said she was all along, and I had had plenty of warning, though I was too blind to see.

Another Nasty Turn

I went back and took my seat at the table, and did not speak to anyone, not providing any information or making any excuses. About a minute later, Annie walked up to the table, looking somewhat disheveled, a sheepish expression on her face. I did not stand to hold her chair as she was seated, and I did not otherwise acknowledge her presence. Several of the guests tried to speak to Annie, to engage her in conversation. Annie was not her usual loquacious self, and replied in clipped, monosyllabic answers.

A heavy pall hung between us, and it was clear to everyone that there was a serious problem between Annie and me. I was relishing that moment, and doing everything in my power to contribute to the awkwardness. By shunning Annie, as she sat next to me at the head table, in front of the gathered assembly of her noble peers, I relished a most bitter revenge for this last blow that she dealt to our failed marriage. I wanted to storm out of the hall in a huff, but was glad that I stuck around to punish her by spoiling her dinner with my sullen silence, rather than simply leaving a vacant seat next to her.

The meal passed in utter awkwardness, and Annie was nervously imbibing overly much in the wine that was constantly replenished in her glass by the waiter. I did not raise my eyes to look at her, our surrounding guests, or the waiter. Had I at least closely observed the latter, I might have had an inkling of the further trouble that lay ahead. But I was fuming at my wife, and rightly so, and fully indulged in a deep sulk, before the eyes of all Annie's distinguished guests.

The dinner finally ended, and the plates were cleared away. The time approached for Annie to give her keynote address to the gathered assemblage. Some noble so-and-so took to the podium, and spoke some pompous bullshit about something or other, and proceeded to introduce Her Ladyship, the young Viscountess Berkshire. The spotlight fell upon Annie, and the bright light splashed over onto me, as resounding applause broke out across the ballroom.

Under that harsh light, It was conspicuous to everyone in attendance that I did not join in the rousing applause, or even look at my wife or otherwise acknowledge her as she rose from her chair and walked toward the podium. I looked at Annie as she walked across my line of sight, and watched her jiggling her huge tits across the floor, jiggling up the steps of the stage, and then jiggling across the stage to the podium. I wished that Annie would become flustered, and that she would completely make a disaster of her speech. Even under such circumstances as I had endured, I later lamented that one should be careful for what one wishes.

"Your Majesty, my lords and ladies, distinguished guests, thank you very much for joining us this evening. It is indeed a tragedy that so many children suffer such great hardship in times of war...."

Annie delivered an eloquent opening to her speech, and presented herself with intelligence and composure. Every ear was attuned to her message, just as every eye was fixed on her voluptuous form. Annie spoke of the problem, proposed solutions, and suggested that her distinguished guests could support the cause with their donations. Several minutes into her speech, Annie fumbled for words, and appeared distracted. Her situation deteriorated from there.

"...a-and I would further suggest.... Oh... and I would... Oh my...."

Annie tried several times to complete her sentence, and then she stepped away from the podium. The front of Annie's dress was wet, and a stain of moisture was spreading, radiating from her nipples. Annie's huge tits had sprung a leak! She was visibly lactating, right there on stage! With the bright stage lights shining down on her, in front of the audience, Annie looked down at her tits, a look of shock and horror on her face.

Annie took two steps toward the stairway, and then she abruptly arched her back and tossed back her head. Annie's tits began to swell under her dress. Her globes of flesh compressed themselves tightly under the sheer fabric. Annie seemed visibly distressed, knowing well what was happening, and that she was helpless to avert the inevitable outcome. Initially, I tried to remain indifferent to her plight, and clung to my anger and resentment. But then Annie cried out in pain, throwing her shoulders backwards, projecting her chest forward. The swelling, oblate spheres were held under the taut fabric of her dress, which then failed under the strain.

A tearing sound was heard, and the fabric was rent, and Annie's expanding tits burst outwards from the parted top of her gown. Gasps of surprise went forth from the crowd as Annie's swelling bosom was revealed before London's high society. Freed from the restraints of her spoiled dress, Annie's gigantic tits heaved upwards, her shiny, rose-colored nipples reflecting in the bright glare of the stage lights. Gravity claimed Annie's massive boobs, and they fell downward, bouncing heavily, and jiggling to rest.

Annie stood there panting, her eyes widened in surprise, as her nipples were exposed to the snooty crowd. The cameras at the stage were snapping pictures furiously, as the other paparazzi clamored for their positions from throughout the hall. The scent of blood was in the water, and these sharks capitalized on Annie's misfortune, instinctively sensing the sudden turn that tomorrow's headline had abruptly taken.

Large drops of milk dripped from Annie's nipples as a lightning storm of camera flashes exploded. Annie stood there, not comprehending the scene, with her beachball-sized tits squirting milk all over the stage, and onto the cameras at the stage's edge. Annie's body contorted again in pain and she screamed, and this time her tits lunged forward, increasing another six inches in diameter, her nipples belching out two massive squirts of milk.

Annie's tits were now each two and a half feet across, her pink nipples the size of oranges, milk squirting out of them, splashing out onto the stage. A murmur spread throughout the audience as the noble guests grappled with what they were witnessing. Camera flashes went off all over as the damn paparazzi watched Annie's torment, not one of them offering her any help. Tears streamed down Annie's face, and she was bawling as she tried painfully to move off the stage, her body quaking as it was wracked by pain and sobs, causing her milk to spray out in different directions.

Dammit, no matter what Annie did that night, no matter how much shit she put me through, I just could not stand by heartlessly and watch her endure this most public humiliation. I was already on my feet and racing toward the stage. I rammed into one of those damned photographers as I ran up the steps. I was just reaching Annie as her body contorted again, her tits surging forth one more time.

Annie's massive udders were now three feet across, and hung down past her knees. Her nipples were the size of grapefruits, and twin waterfalls of milk poured out of them, splashing onto the stage, and running over the side. Annie was sobbing loudly, her face smeared with tears, the cameras flashed over and over, recording every moment of her agony. Those bloodsucking paparazzi at least were professionals, and stayed with their work, as the jaws of every other male in the house hit the floor at the sight of Annie's mammoth milk juggs.

By now, the house lights were on, and the guests were murmuring and milling around the ballroom, unsure what to do, many heading for the exits. Annie stumbled and was about to collapse to the floor as I reached her, and braced her up. I helped Annie to move behind the stage, and at least offered her seclusion from all those prying eyes who witnessed the complete and utter destruction of her grand coming out ball, and the end of her bid to establish herself in British society. After this, Annie would surely be all the talk in noble circles, but not for the reasons she had intended. Annie was nearly hysterical, from the pain she endured from her runaway breast expansion, and from her total debasement.

"Ba-! Ba-!" Annie wailed deliriously, unable to compose herself, "Ba- B-Bob! Oh Bob! I am ruined! Utterly disgraced! The shame! Oh Bob! I- I do not understand it all, Bob! Bob! What has happened? What happened to me, Bob?"

I sat Annie down in a chair, her stupendous spheres resting in her lap, steady flows of milk continuing to dribble out of her nipples. She was hyperventilating, and I tried to hold her still, to calm her down. I encouraged her to take deep breaths, and had her imitate me as I demonstrated. Finally, her breath regained a regular rhythm, and the flow of her lactation tapered down and stopped. I was grateful that we were left alone, and that none of those damn piranhas presumed to intrude on her privacy.

Once again, Annie became pathetic in my eyes. I did not see her as the common slut she proved herself to be yet again, but merely as an object of pity, who moved me only from compassion and not anger. Her tits were each three feet across, or properly, one metre in diameter, since we were in the UK. Annie's gigantic breasts seemed ridiculous to me in this context, not as objects of sexual desire, but simply as a caricature of feminine voluptuousness.

Sitting on that chair with her massive globes barely contained by her lap, Annie only looked like two enormous tits with a little head on top. Really, that's all Annie really was anymore... just a pair of really big funbags, except the fun was over. I could not believe that this was the same female who I had desired since I was a teenager. My fond memories of lusting after Annie were now utterly stripped away. Nothing was left, no feeling for her at all.

Annie looked up at me with a look of desperation.

"B-Bob, I- I cannot summon back my teats! And I feel as though I will never do so again, that they will remain evermore at this size. W-what shall I do, Bob?"

"I don't know, Annie," I replied, "and I really don't give a damn. That's your problem, not mine. You should have thought of that before you gave Richie Rich that blowjob in the coatroom. You don't really care about what I think anyway. It's over. I'm done with you."

"No, Bob! Please! I plead with you! You cannot mean it!" cried Annie, more pitifully than ever.

"Fuck you, Annie, and goodbye," I replied. "Excuse me, I need to find your friend Hoku."

I turned to leave, intending to leave Annie sitting there in that chair, with her pair of gigantic tits in her lap. I was completely done with Annie's fucked-up bullshit, and did not look back as I exited the area. Goddammit it all if I couldn't just leave that place without still one more goddamn twist.

"Bravo, Your Ladyship, a splendid performance indeed," spoke the snide voice of Ian Goldsmith, standing in the doorway, clapping slowly, one clap at a time. Goldsmith was wearing a waiter's uniform, and I realized instantly that he was somehow responsible for Annie's latest breast-expanding "wardrobe malfunction."

"What did you do, Goldsmith?" I asked bluntly, in no mood to mince words.

"Me? Oh, do you mean that little aphrodisiac that I slipped into Lady Arianna's wine? Oh my, I had no idea that such dramatic results would be forthcoming...."

BAM!

No warning, no snappy banter, no exchange of stinging verbal darts, just one solid punch in the face and Goldsmith was on the floor. Fuck Annie and her cheating bullshit, who cares how Goldsmith spiked her drinks, but this was a personal score, and I was ready to kill this asshole with my bare hands, damn the consequences. One hard punch after another landed on his head. Blood was spurting out of Goldsmith's nose. A few more punches would have caved in his face. But then, the unexpected occurred.

I had no idea what hit me. One second I was punching Ian Goldsmith, the next, I was suddenly laying on the floor, brushed aside like a fly. I looked up from the floor and could not believe my eyes. Goldsmith was hovering in the air, suspended inside some kind of crackling ball of lightning. His face was contorted in pain, and his body was twitching spasmodically. I turned my head to see the cause of this strange phenomenon.

Annie was hovering two feet above the floor, her arms raised in the air, fingers splayed open like claws, with the same crackling balls of electricity around her hands, which extended toward Goldsmith. Her gigantic tits were hovering in the air before her, crackles of green electricity dancing over her grapefruit sized nipples. Annie's hair was floating and filling the space around her head, weaving around slowly like a nimbus of cracking, glowing tentacles. Annie's skin was bright pink, like a bad sunburn, and glowed with an incandescent light. Her eyes were the color of blood, and a look of rage contorted her once-lovely features.

"YOU! IT WAS YOU!!!" Annie raged at Goldsmith, her voice having a deep, husky, sonorous quality that I had never heard before.

"IT WAS YOU WHO RUINED MY BALL!!! YOU WHO HUMILIATED ME BEFORE THE QUEEN!!!!"

Annie pushed her arms forward and Goldsmith's body slammed itself against the wall. Annie pulled her arms back again, and Goldsmith's body followed, like he was a marionette, being pulled by crackling electrical strings. Annie swung her arms forward, once more smashing Goldsmith against the wall. It was like Annie had become some sort of storm goddess, an elemental creature, and her melon-infused abilities were off the scale. She was out of control, and in her wild state, meant to kill Goldsmith.

Out of nowhere, words jumped into my mouth, words I did not comprehend, but which had great significance for me in that moment....

"Annie! STOP! Don't do this! You'll kill him! You can't do it! She's counting on you!

Annie turned her head and looked at me with her blood red eyes, a fearsome sight.

"Annie, if you don’t stop, she will NEVER be dislodged!"

Annie looked puzzled, but she momentarily relented from her rage. Through the electrical crackling of the undulating nimbus of her hair, I saw a familiar flicker on her fearsome face, as if somewhere deep down, Annie also understood and appreciated the significance of my words. Annie was distracted, and she wavered for a moment. I jumped up and tackled Annie by the legs. Instantly, gravity claimed her body, and she hit the floor hard, like a sack of potatoes. An electrical discharge surged through my body and my arms burned where they touched Annie's skin.

Annie was lying prone on the floor, and I managed to crawl to my knees. Hoku was there, and she came over to me, a look of concern on her face.

"Bob, are you okay?" asked Hoku, placing her sexy hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied. "Did you see all that?"

Hoku nodded her head in affirmation, a stunned, astounded look on her face at having witnessed Annie's terrible transformation. Hoku and I both turned to Annie. It was an awful sight. Annie looked old and withered, with deep lines and creases in her once-beautiful face. Her formerly gorgeous mane of sandy-brown hair was now stricken white as snow. Annie's display of power had left her spent, and it was as if the long years of her life were suddenly overtaking her, all at once.

I touched Annie to raise her up, and I felt something being drawn out of my body, through my arms, some sort of force or energy. A wave of weakness and nausea washed over me, and I nearly fainted. Whatever that was, maybe some virtue of the melon, it flowed out of me and into Annie, and she recovered considerably at my touch. Her wrinkled features softened, and became more youthful, though her hair remained as white as snow. Annie opened her eyes, and the whites of her eyes were completely red, giving her a terrifying aspect. But Annie once again looked like herself, more or less.

Hoku and I helped Annie to sit up, since her three-foot diameter tits pinned her to the floor. Annie sat upright, as the gigantic mounds of flesh heaved to her sides, and lay oblate against the floor, along the sides of her legs. Annie turned and looked me, appearing as a matron of about 50. Annie had bags under her eyes and creases around her mouth, a sag along her jaw line. Annie was still very beautiful for a mature woman, but no longer did she look like a fresh-faced nineteen year old girl.

"Your Ladyship!" Hoku exclaimed. "Are you injured?"

"W-what has happened?" Annie asked, very bleary and confused.

"You just tried to kill Ian Goldsmith," I explained, bluntly. Annie did not have a clue.

"Ian? Here? What is this place? What has happened?"

"Don't you remember? You just turned into the Wicked Witch of the West and slammed Goldsmith into the wall a couple times with your magic powers."

The light of recognition dawned in Annie's weary-looking eyes. Goldsmith lay gurgling on the floor, and he lifted his bloody head. Good, at least he wasn't dead. At least Annie didn't kill him outright. Hoku grabbed her phone and quickly punched in a number. She stepped aside to bark orders into her phone, and then she inspected Goldsmith more closely. Annie was sitting there, still trying to figure her own shit out.

"B-but then... that means...." said Annie, still confused.

"Come on, 'Bobbi B'... you know.... This is your big coming out party in London, right? You remember... the one where you gave that Lord Richfield a blowjob in the coatroom just before dinner."

Hoku looked up from her call with surprise, and it all came rushing back to Annie. She looked over and saw Goldsmith lying there, and Hoku kneeling over him as she delivered instructions into the phone. I stood up as Annie looked at me, and then she started blubbering again.

"Oh Bob! Did I....?"

"Yeah Annie, you did," I replied, coldly.

Hoku stood up and came over to me.

"Goldsmith is injured," Hoku advised, "but apparently, not seriously so. An ambulance is on its way to collect him. I called our driver to bring the car around in back behind the stage. We must help Her Ladyship leave these premises at once."

"Listen Hoku," I fired back, "I'm sorry but I don't intend to help Her Sluttiness with anything. She's cheated on me for the last time. I'm outta here."

"I'm sorry Bob, but it's not as simple as that," answered Hoku. "We're facing another legal predicament. You can't just walk out of here. You need to leave with Her Ladyship, and we need to do so straightaway."

I trusted Hoku, so I complied. We both helped Annie to stand, and her massive milk juggs swayed so heavily, it was hard for the two of us to hold her and still keep our own balance. We headed toward the rear exit of the hall with Annie, just as some others arrived to help Goldsmith. I would have been fine with seeing that bastard dead, but now that my fury was past, and I was thinking clearly, I sure did not want to rot in jail on his account.

The limousine was waiting in a cobblestone back alley, and we piled in. Hoku ordered the driver to take us directly to the airport. Apparently, we were leaving the country in a big hurry, just like that. Annie sat between Hoku and I, bawling her eyes out, her gigantic tits resting on her thighs, and spilling over onto mine.

Annie finally calmed down and all the commotion settled. I asked Hoku what this was about, and she proceeded to explain. We were in deep shit, and this time it was really serious. While Annie was hosting London's upper crust, and dispensing blowjobs to the British nobility, the FBI had issued a warrant for our arrest. We were wanted for questioning in the incident over New York. The feds were working with their counterparts in the UK, and we had very little time to flee the country, before the shit hit the fan. I listened to Hoku's story with bitter regret as the streets of London sailed by, as our limo headed urgently for Heathrow.

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Believe it or not, this sad story has a happy ending. There is one final tale to tell in Annie's saga, and I hope you will come back for the conclusion.