The The Final Chapter in the Saga of Lady Arianna
that began with The Tale of Our Isle.

It's really nice, as far as prisons go. If you have to be kept anywhere against your will, it might as well be a beautiful tropical island in the Pacific. I would have liked to come here under different circumstances. I heard so much about this place. It really is as wonderful as I expected. I just wish that I didn't have to be stranded here, with no foreseeable prospects of leaving. I also wish that I didn't have to remain here all alone with only the present company.

This island is "her" island, the long-time home of my estranged wife Annie, also known as Arianna, the Viscountess Berkshire. This island had been Annie's home for over a century, where most of that time she was a prisoner herself. Now Annie is imprisoned here on her island once again, and I am incarcerated with her, being her partner in crime, sharing her guilt. But I have been living in a self-imposed solitary confinement, unwilling to see Annie, who betrayed me repeatedly and helped bring this situation down on us both.

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Annie's big debutante bash had gone wrong, and everything got all fucked up. Annie's drink was spiked with an aphrodisiac by that bastard Ian Goldsmith, whom Annie fucked at Mardi Gras. This caused an uncontrolled, runaway expansion of Annie's breasts, while she was onstage before London's assembled nobility. Annie's juggs had catastrophically swollen to gargantuan proportions, and spurted milk all over the stage and into the audience. Annie's humiliation was total, since her mishap was captured by all the attendant paparazzi. Well fuck that bitch anyway, after I caught her in the coatroom, in the very act of giving a blowjob to that asshole, Lord Richfield.

Annie's tits are now permanently stuck at three feet, and she is reduced to a helpless state. But then Goldsmith came over to gloat. Annie almost killed him. Annie expressed new melon-produced powers, and transformed before my eyes into some kind of an enraged storm goddess. Annie lashed out at Goldsmith with this wacky lightning, and smashed him repeatedly into the wall, without even touching him. But she paid a bitter price for this outpouring of her fury, as that exertion left her drained and depleted. Annie's powers fizzled and burned her out, like a spent sparkler on the 4th of July. She aged decades in a moment, and her hair turned white as snow.

Then we had to flee London in a hurry. Hoku Jones arrived and rushed us into our limo. We escaped the ballroom, only to learn of the magnitude of our situation. Hoku explained that Annie and I were wanted by the FBI for our little aerial stunt in New York City, just days before. We were whisked to Heathrow and quickly boarded our personal jet, heading east instead of west, in the opposite direction from our home in Colorado. Not only did our circumstances force us to flee the UK, but we had to avoid any other country that might extradite us to the USA.

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If you've read my other stories, you know that I was crazy about Annie since I was 15 years old. I fell in love with the ageless Annie and her expanding breasts on that fateful day in 1975, when she and her first husband Bill crashed our family reunion. Annie cast her spell on me that day. She showed up wearing a skimpy tube top that barely contained her enormous tits. I got to see Annie's amazing expanding tits unveiled, when I accidentally witnessed her giving Bill a blowjob. But the most amazing part of all was that Annie somehow gave me a "virtual" blowjob at the same time! That was a moment that changed my life forever.

Annie and Bill purported themselves to be our long-lost forebears, over a century and a half old, their life and youth preserved by the mysterious melon, which causes a woman's breasts to grow to outlandish proportions. Annie and Bill shared some sexy stories with my Grandma Mabel and our family, but my other relations rejected their story, and they were driven off in disgrace. I never saw Annie again... until that other fateful day in the summer of 2011.

My wife had died, and I was all alone when Annie knocked on my door. Annie looked not even a day older than when I had last seen her, 36 years before. I learned that her husband Bill had also passed. We were both all alone in the world, both of us having the bodies of libidinous teenagers, our youth maintained by the melon.

Nature took its course that day, as would be inevitable for a couple of lonely and horny adolescents. Annie and I fucked each other's brains out that day and for weeks afterwards, in an unrestrained, melon-infused frenzy. I sucked for hours at a time on Annie's enormously expanding breasts, while she sucked for hours at a time on my greatly elongated, expanding cock.

We then discovered that Annie was not really my ancestress, but that my grandfather was adopted. On an impulse, Annie and I eloped, and commenced a long series of wild adventures across the USA. We fucked and sucked each other in many places around the USA, from national monuments to nude beaches, indoors and outdoors. We also got arrested multiple times, and racked up a long list of criminal charges.

We even discovered that the melon had given us incredible abilities, powers of the mind, to involve ourselves sexually with strangers, to meddle with their minds and bodies. We eventually discovered that we could float through the air, and share our bodies among the clouds of Hawaii, and the skyscrapers of New York City.

It was like we were transcending this world, becoming some sort of magical creatures. This was especially true of Annie, who was becoming increasingly detached from humanity. The old adage states, "Marry in haste, repent at leisure." This was true for me. Annie became restless and drifted away from me and our marriage. She became obsessed with flashing her tits in public, and using her abilities on other men, instead of me.

Annie performed breast-expanding strip dances, gave "virtual blowjobs" to other guys, and conjured these "mindfucks" with others, while she and I fucked in real life. Our marriage deteriorated quickly after that. I loved Annie and just wanted her to love me back, like she said she did. What had been a glorious and wonderful summer with Annie became a nightmare during the next winter.

It all came crashing down at Mardi Gras, when Annie lied and deceived and cheated on me, over and over, as she aggressively used her abilities to pursue one sexual thrill after another. In addition to giving dozens of blowjobs to many different guys at Mardi Gras, Annie fucked two other men, both my arch-enemies, one of which was on camera while she starred with him in a porno movie.

I found solace that night in the arms of Annie's best friend and confidante, Hoku Jones. I learned that Hoku was actually my age, her own youth preserved by the melon, and that she had loved me from afar for many years. Hoku explained that Annie had strong sexual urges that she kept bottled up for a long time, and though she didn't mean to hurt me, she simply could no longer contain her impulses.

Though Hoku loved me and I wanted to be with her, she nevertheless insisted that night that I forgive Annie and take her back. Annie and I had previously understood that there was some greater purpose to our marriage, beyond just ourselves, that "she" must be "dislodged," whatever that meant. Hoku sensed that as well, and she turned me away, though it broke both our hearts. I tried hard to forgive Annie, and we made the best of it for a while, until she betrayed me that one last time in London, when I caught her giving that blowjob in the coatroom.

On the Island

On the plane ride from London, I learned everything that had happened. Unbeknownst to us, Annie and I created quite an uproar in New York City with our latest aerial fucking spree. Our sexual antics were captured by numerous cell phones, and picture texts of us went "viral," zipping back and forth across New York, that whole night and all the next day. A lot of those pics appeared at AllAboutBobbiB.com, Annie's fan site. Though we managed to evade the law that night, the law was not yet done with us.

It turned out that the FBI had been surveilling us closely, ever since the previous aerial incident in Hawaii. The feds had followed all our antics, and knew all about our growing list of legal entanglements, at home in Colorado, and on the road in Nevada, Florida and Louisiana. Here we thought we were getting away with something, but Big Brother was watching the whole time. They kept an eye on Annie's fansite, and read all of Goldsmith's stories in the Daily Sprite. They even found Annie's journals at The Overflowing Bra and the sexy pics I drew of her that were posted at deviantART.

The New York incident was the final piece of evidence the feds needed. Annie and I had appeared on radar while we floated above the skyscrapers, and we matched the radar signature of the "UFO" over Hawaii. The FBI combined that data with all the eyewitness sightings and phone videos from all over Manhattan, and had enough evidence to arrest us. Our lawyers advise us that the case is very strong, and the government can probably put us away forever.

Thankfully, Annie and I had already finished the last of the melon crop on her birthday. At least there was no way the feds would get their hands on a sample of the amazing breast-expanding melon, which had conferred upon Annie and me agelessness and unrestrained libido. Hoku explained that our home in Loveland had been searched by the feds in our absence, and warrants for our arrest were issued while Annie partied in London.

At the ball, the Queen herself had warned Annie to keep her nose clean, and that the British Crown might offer her protection. However, now that Annie and I were world-class fugitives, Her Majesty could not protect us even if she wished. And after Annie's catastrophic breast expansion on stage, there was no reason to believe that the Queen would be inclined to help us anyway.

The rest of the plane ride passed in silence. We flew deep into the night as Annie's plane soared over Europe and Asia. I stayed in the back of the plane, trying to sleep, and tossed fitfully, my rest interrupted by nightmares. The plane was able to refuel thanks to the extensive assets of the Berkshire Foundation, Annie's holding company, who maintained private airfields in many diverse locations. But there was only one place on the globe where Annie was sure we could avoid the long arms of the FBI, and that was on her Isle, its Pacific location kept as a closely-guarded secret.

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So here I am on Annie's island, and have been all alone here for a week. I've been avoiding Annie's house, content to sleep on the beach, or on one of the many outdoor beds set up around the island. There's plenty of food everywhere, in refrigerated kiosks and just hanging off the trees. It's so warm that I really don’t need clothes. Which is just as well, because this island is clothing-free zone.

Annie was nude for the entire plane ride. That's just like Annie, she hardly wears clothing anyway. But since her tits are stuck at three feet each in diameter, there was no point in her wearing the shreds of her destroyed gown from the ball. The plane landed at her airstrip on a nearby island, just over the horizon from Annie's home. We then took a boat into the restricted security zone surrounding her island. When we landed, Hoku helped Annie off the boat, into the bright sunlight of Annie's tropical locale. But my cock just about jumped out of my pants when Hoku stripped off her gown.

I gazed on admiringly as Hoku undid the clasps at the back of her dress. The cups that held her magnificent breasts fell away, revealing her considerable mounds of golden flesh in all their nude perfection. A shiver of excitement surged through my hardening cock at the sight of Hoku's plump, puffy nipples, which glistened in the sunlight. Her massive oblong orbs swung pendulously from side to side as she slid the gown over her hips, raising one supple bronze leg from her dress and then another.

Hoku's raven-black hair blew around in the ocean breeze as she straightened her taut form. Her overripe breasts jiggled as she ran her fingers through her hair, which made her nipples quiver... so graceful... so feline... such a gorgeous golden goddess. To witness Hoku's perfect nude body again made my heart ache, more so because I was seeing her for the first time in her natural habitat, under the breezy blue skies of her Pacific island home.

"You are absolutely gorgeous," I said to Hoku. She gave me a sad smile, and adopted a very businesslike manner, which is no mean feat for a nude, voluptuous babe.

"You'll have to take off your clothes also, Bob. Nudity is required on this island," spoke Hoku, in her soft, enigmatic voice. Hoku's lovely speech includes a vague remnant of a Pacific Island accent, slightly seasoning the Queen's English that she has adopted, both from her proper British university education, and from her long years serving Annie.

"Says who?" I inquired, not in the mood to be ordered, even by Hoku, the girl with whom I had lately fallen in love.

"This has always been Her Ladyship's strict policy for her Isle. Everyone must take off all their clothes immediately upon disembarking."

"Huh!" I snorted. "Well, tell Her Ladyship that she can kiss my ass! I'm a fugitive from the law, a refugee here on fuckin' Gilligan's Island, thanks to her."

Annie looked over at me with great remorse and regret, her face looking old and creased with lines. Hoku stared longingly at me, understanding my resentment, stifling her own love for me, but conflicted over her loyalty to her Lady.

"Suit yourself, Bob," Hoku sighed. "But that tuxedo is all you have to wear. There are no other clothes for you to change into. We did leave in a bit of a hurry, after all."

Dammit, she was right. I stood there and watched as Hoku helped Annie walk. In her depleted state, Annie could no longer support the weight of her massive boobs, which she had wielded so effortlessly throughout her long life. I was not about to raise a pinky to help Annie, but stood on the dock as Hoku helped her Lady into the house.

I was unsure what to do next. Here I was, my life ripped away from me, with no possessions but literally the clothes on my back, now alone on this island. I wandered off aimlessly by myself down the beach. Sure enough, it was not long before the black tux became intolerably hot and uncomfortable under the tropical sun. So I went ahead and stripped. It was nice to enjoy the breeze blowing all around, and I waded into the ocean to cool off.

I clung to my bitterness toward Annie for many days afterwards, choosing to sulk and wallow in my own misery. I explored the entire island, and it was a very beautiful, amazing place. Eventually the solitude began to get to me, and I needed to talk with someone. I just wished there was someone besides Annie. Another purpose motivated me. It had been over a week since I last fucked, and my cock was ready to explode. I needed to blow off steam by blowing my load, and knew that that could be accomplished at Annie's house. Besides, I needed to call home and talk with my kids. They were probably wondering what happened to us after we disappeared from London so suddenly. So I swallowed my pride and headed for Annie's house.

At Annie's House

It's a really nice place, Annie's house. Very simple and unadorned, just like Annie. For all their wealth, I'm not surprised that Annie and her first husband Bill would have lived so simply in such a basic dwelling. The house was set back from the beach, inside the woods, and up the side of the hill. Like their original Isle, this island is also formed from a dormant volcano, and the peak looms high above sea level. You'd think Annie and Bill would have settled in a different place, after they barely escaped the eruption at the first Isle in 1853. This house sits about 100 feet above sea level, offering a panoramic view of the ocean, and safe from any tsunamis.

I walked up to the house and the door was wide open. I walked inside and the house was dark. I heard voices and followed the sound into a well-lit area. There was Hoku, standing there in the kitchen, fully nude. She was having a lively conversation with Annie, who was out of my line of sight in the next room. Hoku looked so damn sexy. Her heavy, oblong breasts jiggled with every subtle movement. Light streaming in from the windows landed on her brasen flesh, shining on her smooth puffy nipples. She stood with one of her firm, taut legs bent at the knee, her stunning hourglass figure forming perfect feminine lines.

My cock swelled at the sight of Hoku's nude form, becoming fully erect, hard as a rock, and tingling with excitement. Hoku did not notice me, since she was chatting with Annie. I silently crept up to Hoku, and grabbed her tits from behind, wrapping my arms around her, and pressing my engorged cock against her backside. Hoku jumped and screamed, and turned around quickly to face me.

"Bob!!! Oh Bob! You scared the hell out of me! Oh Bob, where have you been? We were so worried!"

I gazed into the deep ocean of Hoku's stunning blue eyes, and a wave of emotion flooded into me. I grabbed the gorgeous babe and planted my lips against hers. Hoku's tongue thrust urgently into my mouth and frantically tangled with mine. I sunk the fingers of one hand into Hoku's firm buttocks while the other hand kneaded a supple breast. Hoku held my head tightly with her fingers splayed against the sides of my face, her gasps and moans muffled against my mouth as we furiously sucked each others' tongues. Hoku squished her big juicy tits against my chest, and rubbed her moist pussy against the base of my swollen cock, as we passionately sucked face.

We furiously wrestled tongues for mere seconds, but then Hoku pushed my face away and disengaged her mouth. I slobbered on her cheek and then her neck as Hoku protested, her hands pushing against my chest, trying to force me away.

"No Bob! Please! Don't! Stop! Let me go!"

In spite of everything, Hoku remained utterly devoted to her Lady. With great reluctance, I released Hoku. She fled the room, her wonderful golden breasts bouncing heavily, sobbing loudly as she disappeared from sight. Dammit, I made that gorgeous babe cry one more time. When will I stop doing that?

"Hello Bob," spoke a familiar melodic female voice. I turned around to face her.

There was Annie, leaning on a mattress on the floor of the living room adjoining the kitchen. Annie's enormous tits covered her lap, spilling onto either side of her thighs, like gigantic pink bags of quivering jello, her nipples the size of soccer balls. Apparently her jumbo juggs never returned to their previous normal size, in all this time since the ball in the London.

Annie was a frightful sight to behold. She appeared as a woman on the far side of 50, but with her hair the pure white of a 90 year old. Her face was creased with lines, with wrinkles at her eyes and mouth. Annie was still very beautiful, even though she appeared as a matronly woman of considerable maturity. But it was not her apparent age that made her appear most frightful. Annie had lost something else, something indefinable, some quality that she formerly possessed. Though she did not to look be the extremely elderly woman she actually was, somehow the weight of her considerable years was showing on her visage. Annie somehow had the look of a person from a long-dead era, a woman who had lived far beyond her natural time in this world.

"I am gratified to see that you are well," spoke Annie flatly, devoid of all emotion. There were no suitable words for us to exchange at this point in our strained relationship. Annie was merely offering this pleasantry as a token of her proper English manners.

I said nothing but simply walked up to Annie. My mammoth erection was standing straight up fifteen inches from my crotch, leaning against my breastbone, throbbing with excitement from my passionate embrace with Hoku. Annie looked at my cock and then up at my eyes, with a sad, weary expression. I kneeled down next to Annie so that the head of my cock was at the level of her mouth. Annie took my meaning perfectly, clasping my cock in her hands and swallowing it into her mouth.

My sensitive member felt so good in the warm wetness of Annie's cum receptacle. I tried to not think of all the other cocks that had recently blown their loads in this same place. Annie's head bobbed up and down on my engorged penis for a very short time. It was so primed, so sensitive and ready to blow, that it quickly ejaculated a full load. Annie sucked it dry and licked it tenderly, and lovingly cradled my manhood against her cheek, looking at me with a longing look in her eyes, as if to implore my forgiveness.

"Do it again," I commanded, cold as ice. Annie willingly obliged, putting my still-erect member in her mouth again. Annie urged me backwards, to lie down onto the mattress. With great effort, Annie heaved her considerable meat balloons around so that my body lay between her squishy giant amoebas of flesh, in the canyon of her velvet cleavage. Holding my cock with both her hands, Annie bounced her head up and down on my cock, her tongue performing its usual magic.

Her mountainous mammaries jiggled like jello as Annie rocked her head back and forth, her soccer ball-sized nipples quivering and quaking. I laid there as Annie orally inflicted pleasure on my pulsating organ, but my thoughts were filled with the lovely Hoku... how sexy she looked just before, how soft yet firm her golden flesh felt in my hands, the sensation of her squishy breasts smashed against my chest, the warmth of her tingling nipples against my skin, the sweet taste of her lips and tongue against mine. I reclined and tried to imagine that it was the beautiful Hoku sucking on my cock instead.

Aroused by such pleasurable thoughts, it was not long before Annie coaxed another hot, sticky load of cum out of my cock.

"AGAIN!" I demanded. Annie humbly complied, subservient to my order, and sucked my cock once more, as my mind dwelt again upon her lovely assistant. This went on for some time, as Annie sucked my cock to orgasm ten times in a row. Annie sucked my cock over and over, until a week's worth of pent-up semen was finally drained from my balls. My cock eventually went limp in Annie's hands, as my sexual needs were finally met. Annie laid down next to me on the mattress. She looked at me again with her sad, mournful expression. I just looked back at her, not saying a word. Then Annie began to speak.

"Robert, I do not expect you to understand me or my motives, but there are some matters that I wish to relate to you, if I might have your attention...."

I just stared at Annie dispassionately, without answering. She returned the look and sighed heavily. Though I did not reply, she decided to continue anyway.

"You know of my youth in London, under my hated father. You know how he imprisoned me in my own room, and posted that hated guard detail at my door, Bentworth and his minions. You know how I read of the pornographic literature of the time, and how I pleasured myself throughout each day during my long captivity. You also know of how His Lordship sought to rid me from his sight, sending me away into bondage, upon the voyage of the H.M.S Delight, whereupon I was marooned with my William upon our Isle."

"There are things that you do not know. Things which I have shared with no one in all my long years, save my beloved Hoku. These are things you must now understand, if we are to endure a perpetual imprisonment upon this present Isle.

"Bob, from our first day together, I have confessed to that deep down, I am truly a most shameless trollop! I have often told you of how, beneath my bloated teats, beats the lewd heart of a wanton slut! I long warned you that it is within me to parade about before every lustful fool who would gaze upon my bare bosom."

That was indeed true. Annie always did talk like that. Yeah, she gave me fair warning. I was the dumbass who trusted her anyway.

"Oh Robert, on that very first day together, when we consoled each other's grief with unbridled passion, did I not relate even then my desires to pose in the nude? Did I not tell at the time that it was my impulse to strip off my clothes, in photography and before an audience? Did I not confess thusly that all my impulses are indeed most base? Did I not warn, even on that very day, of my tendency toward ever-declining lasciviousness?

"And in Hawaii, did I not once again admit to being a tawdry slut? I told you that day that I so adored baring my teats before that throng, to hear those boys cheering, to have them lusting so after me! My nipples tingled ever so much and my secrets were so very moistened by that performance! I spoke plainly on that day that, as I danced, I wished that I might suckle the cocks of each of those boys, to have them all line up for my service! Oh Bob, as we learned thereafter, my wanton heart did indeed lead me astray!"

Of course I remembered Annie's words, which were spoken on those days and numerous times afterwards. But I truly believed that it was all mere hyperbole, that she was simply being emphatic in describing her unbridled passion, which she intended to pour out only for me. What a dumb fuck I turned out to be!

"But Bob, you must understand such impulses did not originate on that day! You must know that I harbored such lascivious feelings from my youth, so very long ago! I bridled such yearnings even as a young girl of barely more than a mere decade in years. From the time when my little paps first budded forth, when my bosom burst forth into bloom, have such impulses possessed my heart!

"My father duly noted the wily glances that I gave to all the young men of London... and even to men not so young! Indeed, though still but a young child, I made bold with all men who crossed my path! Even from that tender age, I sought to engage any man would have me! It was my earnest desire to discard my maidenhood upon my first opportunity, to trample upon the precious gift of my virginity, to fuck with every male I might engage, had I only found the occasion!

"Indeed Bob, it was earnest wish to become the Whore of London! I desired to parade about in the nude, throughout the very streets of that town, as though a modern Lady Godiva, sans horse! To reveal my hidden charms to every wretch, without distinction! And during the reign of Her Majesty Victoria, no less!

"Though I had yet to behold a penis, I imagined such a manly organ in my mind's eye, that I might make bold to suckle upon the member of each man of the Empire! That I might possess them all! Each and every engorged penis! I wished to be possessed by multiple men at once, that I might be shared by all, that such scoundrels would line up to perform all manner of impurities upon me, that I might be bathed in a flood of their seed, in my mouth and my secrets, and upon my very person! On such thoughts did I dwell at all times, plotting for the day when I might bring about such a foul scheme."

So Annie finally got to explore her long-felt desire at Mardi Gras. Good thing it all finally ended in London, or else she would have wreaked havoc everywhere.

"Bob, I desired not to be a wife! I wished never to belong to only one single man! And neither to bear children, nor become a mother! No, my thoughts have only inclined toward the base and sexual, from the very age when carnality first awakened in my heart!"

"I wrote of my desires in a journal, and overflowed the pages! In my lonely captivity, did I pour out my fantasies, did I reveal the blackness of my evil heart. And when these missives were uncovered by my hated sire, Lord Chesterleigh, only then did he conspire to send me away. But the blackguard was indeed justified in his plot, for he knew that I would unleash notoriety and shame upon his bare pate. So then he sent me away, that I might board the Delight, and trade the exile of his lonely rooms for that of another, with the far-away cretin to whom he had me betrothed.

"But fate intervened that blessed day, for it was the wonderful man William Gillingham who turned my heart! It was he who rescued me from the sea, he who was my first and only teacher in the craft of love! Had I first known any other man, I would have doubtlessly pursued my intended course! But only from being castaway upon Our Isle, sharing our bodies in daily nudity, with no eyes to behold us, no other soul to tempt me, year upon year, did my wanton lust soften and temper, growing into a true and heartfelt love and devotion, for this one single man only, my William!"

These words hurt, though I had no right to feel differently. In spite of everything, after all her betrayals, I still loved Annie, way deep down, in a place where I could never deny. But given her long life, which began so long before my time, there was nothing I could ever do to be to her what she was to me. And there was nothing I could do about the relentless slut that she had apparently always been.

"Oh Bob, do you not see? There can only be one William for me! It was his love that taught me to restrain my prurient inclinations! It was his care of me that won my black heart, how he served me daily from dawn ‘til dusk upon Our Isle, how he contrived to create a tropical paradise out of the brutal hardship of survival, for nine long years! And then for another quarter century upon Our Mountain! Being the devoted father of my fourteen babes!

"Ever trusting was he, ever believing that the blazing flame of my burning lust was only reserved for him alone. And yet, in my blackest of hearts, did I still yearn silently for his best chum, your namesake! In spite of my husband's devoted love, yet did I still secretly desire the penis of his most stalwart friend! And that might I have possessed as well, had e're an opportunity arisen!"

Shit. I already knew that my resemblance to old Captain Bob was the main reason Annie sought me out in the first place. But this was just another reminder that all I've ever been to her was a just stand-in for Captain Bob and his cock.

"What manner of evil trollop I truly am indeed! William must have understood that my impulses are most base, and tend toward ever-declining lasciviousness. William surely sensed that I would descend into utter depravity without the guidance of his better judgment. It was William's wisdom and loving care alone that permitted me to retain my honor all those years. And now that he is gone, I am impelled once more by the same desires, more forcefully than ever, to now follow the course untraveled heretofore!"

Yeah, and because of that, here we are, stuck together on this island, fugitives from the law.

"Robert, you are indeed a very nice boy. You are a wonderful young man... so handsome, so very muscular, possessing an exquisite penis, a most superlative lover. You have so many wonderful qualities, a fine, upright gentleman of the highest calibre. You are a poet and an artist, and gifted at both crafts.

"But Bob, I regret that that is not what I most crave in a man! I require a rogue, a villain, an utter blackguard! My need is for a dastard most foul, or rather a series of such dastards, who will exploit me and debase me, abuse me as the unworthy slut that I truly am! And in so doing, ignite my erotic fire to an incandescent inferno!"

Yeah Annie, I thought to myself, it sounds like you need a whole army of assholes like Billy Breeze.

"Oh Bob, such are the lewd thrills I now crave! But to be the wife of you or any other worthy man, for evermore years endlessly stretching ahead, ad infinitum... no, I fear not. Not ever again!

"Bob, you are too fine a man for me. You are far better than my debased heart deserves! Again I hurt you, again I continue to hurt you, to betray your trust over and over, after vowing to not do so ever again!"

You're right Annie, I am too good for you. And so is Hoku. I thought again about Annie's beautiful majordoma, her friend and confidante, how she had loved me from afar for all those years, and how Annie screwed it all up for us. I thought of how Hoku and I might have met... should have met... at the family reunion in '75. If only Annie had brought Hoku with her that day, as she was supposed to have done. How differently all our lives might have unfolded since that fateful day.

"Bob, I have become for you what William had become for me at the end, after he finally betrayed me following so many happy years. As William pierced my heart with his infidelities, so now have I done to you. Bob, I can never be worthy of your forgiveness. I can only ask that you and I find some manner of coexisting in this unhappy exile, 'til our purpose together is finally revealed."

I remembered our first day together, that day in the previous summer, in 2011, when Annie first knocked on my door. I recalled how I felt as Annie danced for me that evening, as I photographed her luscious nude form in the fading sunlight of that glorious day, when our grief was consoled. How I loved her in that time, when it seemed that all my dreams had come true.

Though Annie was born in 19th century Georgian England, she could have been anything she wanted to be in the modern world of the 21st century. She could have been a supermodel, a Hollywood celebrity, a powerful corporate executive, or a porn star. Annie could have been the immortal queen of the world, and she could have the entire planet eating out of her beautiful hand.

Annie did nearly all those things, but in a reckless, haphazard way. With her beloved husband gone, Annie was left with nothing but her considerable sex drive, and unnumbered years ahead of her, with no meaning or purpose, except to pursue a cheap thrill. So I was just a part of that. Just a stepping stone for Annie, on her path of adventure. Why the hell didn't she just go on her sex spree without me? Why'd she have to entangle me in her web?

I felt empty inside, my existence seeming as purposeless as hers. I thought of Hoku, and her unhappiness, how I might have been with her instead all these years. What if Annie had brought Hoku to the family reunion in '75? Hell, what if it had been Hoku instead of Annie who knocked on my door last summer? There wouldn't be this fucked up love triangle that left Annie, Hoku and me completely isolated, unsatisfied and heartbroken.

I laid there on that mattress, saying nothing, as Annie finished her story. Annie looked at me again with her sad smile. I just stared at her, offering her no words, no assurance of any kind. I didn't recall anything more after that, since night had fallen and the day was long spent. I fell asleep, right there on the mattress. When I woke up in the morning, Annie was gone, and I was covered with a blanket. I surmised that Hoku had come back to help Annie to her room, and put the blanket over me. So I rose to see what the new day would bring.

Our New Life

The house smelled wonderful. I rose to see Hoku cooking breakfast in the kitchen. She was frying bacon and eggs, my favorite. Hoku knows that I can always eat eggs anytime. It's my favorite meal and the secret of my bodybuilding success.

"Good morning, Bob!" chirped Hoku brightly. "I'm making you some breakfast!"

A smolderingly hot, sexy babe and she loves to cook, too! The morning sun streamed down on Hoku's lovely nude form as she stood by the stove, wearing only an apron, covered in the front to protect her jiggling boobs from the splattering grease. Seeing Hoku barely dressed, with her nipples exposed, cooking for me, was even more arousing than seeing her completely naked.

Hoku's puffy beige nipples quivered as she smiled happily at me, her smile widening as she glanced down at my swelling penis, stimulated by the arousing sight of her sexy body. I made no move this time to touch Hoku, but simply stood there, admiring her lithe, nude form as she served me. But the whole time, I imagined squeezing Hoku's overripe tits, and sucking on those puffy nipples. And judging from how Hoku kept glancing down and smiling at my partially-erect cock, I surmised that she was thinking of sucking on something herself. We quietly flirted with our eyes, teasing each other with smiles, titillating each other with glances, making us both extremely horny!

"Your breakfast will be ready shortly, My Lord," said Hoku, making my heart skip a beat, a winsome smile on her face, her blue eyes radiating with a loving glow. Then Hoku's demeanor changed abruptly, and she became flustered, realizing that we were not alone.

"Oh! Good morning My Lady!"

I turned my eyes to follow Hoku's, and there was Annie, laboring and stumbling to manipulate her huge milk juggs through the doorway. Annie shuffled across the kitchen floor like an old woman, though she still appeared much younger, as a beautiful but mature matron on the high side of 50.

"Hello Hoku, Hello Robert," spoke Annie blandly, glancing down at my partially-erect penis, clearly perturbed at our obvious change in attitude following her interruption. I returned Annie's greeting, now content to make the best of the situation. It's a beautiful new day in the tropics, and we're stuck here together. I might as well make the best of it and let go of the sulkiness.

Annie found a seat before the kitchen table, and heaved her enormous tits onto the tabletop, which supported their considerable weight. Annie's massive mounds of flesh flattened on the table, the oblate bags of meat spilling over to encompass most of the surface. Her enlarged nipples were like soccer balls of soft flesh, sagging onto the tabletop. Annie had the look of a world-weary old whore, like some character out of a movie. All she needed was to light a cigarette to complete the image, even though she doesn't smoke. Though she was still very beautiful, Annie's gigantic tits looked more ridiculous than sexy, flattened out like that onto the kitchen table.

Hoku promptly fetched Annie a cup of tea, with cream and two lumps, just as she likes it. Hoku hovered over Annie, flitting here and there, making sure she was comfortable and that all her needs were met. I hoped that Annie was grateful for having such a loyal friend as Hoku, who was devoted to her like a loving daughter.

"Hoku, my dear, is there any new word from our barristers?" Annie inquired.

"Yes, Your Ladyship, "Hoku replied. "As a matter of fact, I am leaving this morning for San Francisco to meet with Mr. Zack Richards. Mr. Richards informs me that his grandson Zane will no longer be working our account. He has been given a one-month unpaid leave of absence, following his shameful behaviour in London. It remains to be seen whether he will be allowed to remain with the firm."

Good for that asshole. He really fucked it up with us that day. Granted, Annie might be a cum-swilling slut, but I did not need him telling me about it while he was our guest, falling down drunk at Annie's party. And then to learn that he had been fucking Hoku... dammit, the whole situation made me want to explode.

"I'm sorry to report, M'Lady, that we were unable to control the media coverage in London. Our people did what they could, but 'the cat was out of the bag' before we could contain the damage. The story was carried by the American press as well, which has driven interest in that fan site. I'm afraid that your identity is now fully exposed, and the media have published that that Lady Arianna from London is the same person as 'Bobbi B,' the porn star from America. I'm sorry, Your Ladyship. We tried our best."

I was nearly apoplectic over the goddamn media, how those damn vultures operate, especially those British "red-top tabs." These pain-in-the-ass civil liberties types whine about "freedom of the press," as if they are entitled to humiliate everyone who comes under their gaze. I don't care about all that horseshit, the public does NOT have a "right to know" about Annie's accident in London with her swelling, spraying tits!

Annie sat there for a moment, a contemplative look on her face, and then she just laughed, a very cynical, ironic laugh. She never even tried to protect her identity, but flaunted it every step of the way, and dumped the cleanup work onto poor Hoku and our lawyers. But now that she is in permanent exile on her island, Annie has come to understand the wisdom of the counsel she received, from her late husband and her lawyers, who advised optimum discretion.

"Another matter of the press, M'Lady.... The firm has received numerous offers on your behalf. You are invited to appear on Page 3, along with all the other London tabloids. Also, offers have poured in from several American men's magazines, including Playboy and Gent, in addition to numerous 'adult' websites."

Annie laughed heartily at this, and gestured at her swollen bags of meat sagging onto the kitchen table.

"That is all very flattering I'm sure, dear Hoku, but I trust we can all agree that I am hardly presentable at this time."

"Well Your Ladyship, on the bright side, the charity benefit fundraiser dinner was a huge success! The unfortunate incident did not prevent our noble guests from loosening their purse strings."

"I'm gratified to receive that report," replied Annie apathetically, the one bright spot in our situation, though not bright enough.

"In other matters, Your Ladyship, we have not yet spoken with the American authorities, which is on the top of the agenda for my trip to San Francisco. We will do our best to argue on your behalf, but it appears unlikely that we can avoid a court trial, should either of you ever return to American soil."

Dammit all, but dammit all anyway. Shit.

"One last matter, My Lady.... we have received some unfortunate news from Her Majesty's office... we are informed that you are to be stripped of your title, and of any rights, privileges or obligations as a subject of the Crown of the United Kingdom. I am so sorry, Your Ladyship."

Annie looked truly crestfallen at this additional bad news, and gazed mournfully out the window for several silent seconds. Then she turned back to Hoku, a grave expression on her tired face.

"Dearest Hoku, do not address me further by any title of nobility. I have long since foresworn any affectations of nobility, so let us now also dispense with honorifics."

"As you wish, Your La... um.. Arianna," replied Hoku.

After breakfast, I finally made a call to my kids. My son Jim did not pick up his cell, so I left him a message. I tried my daughter, and she picked up.

"Oh Daddy," said Mabel, "I was so worried! I read about what happened to Annie in London. Where have you been?"

I explained to Mabel everything that happened, how we had to abruptly leave London, and that we could not come home. Mabel started crying.

"Oh Daddy, how could you? How could you do this to us?"

"What do you mean, sweetheart?" I asked.

"Dad, you know we never trusted that slut, Annie! We knew from the start that she was bad for you! And look at everything that's happened! Now you have all these criminal charges, and you can't even come home! Like, forever! We'll never see you again!"

I tried to assure Mabel that everything would fine, that we'd get this all straightened out. But she just cried harder and became hysterical.

"How could you do this to Mom! Why couldn't you just meet someone nice? Why did you have to pick up with a fucking whore like that bitch Annie? Jim hates you, you know! He won't speak to you! He saw that porn video that Annie made with that dirtbag, and all those other pictures of her at that website. We saw all those pictures of you too, Dad. And so did all our friends! Jim and I are both totally humiliated! We can't even show our faces around town without everyone laughing at us! You ruined our lives, Dad!"

Aw hell. In my own selfishness with Annie, I fucked up everything for my own kids, too! I have nothing left in the world. I'm a 50-some year old man who looks 20, with who knows how many long years ahead of me, with no family, no future, no purpose. In other words, I've become just like Annie.

"Mabel, honey, please let me...." I began.

"NO DAD!" Mabel shrieked back into the phone. "I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! Oh dammit, I wish I was never born! DO YOU HEAR ME, DAD? I HATE YOU! Don't call me anymore, Daddy! Don't call me ever again!"

And with that, my daughter hung up on me. I tried several times to call her back again, but she did not pick up. Those were my last words with her. I never did speak to either of my children after that, though I've tried repeatedly to call. Nearly a year has passed on this fucking island since that day, so apparently it seems that my relationship with my children is indeed ended.

The Last Melon

"You will care for Arianna whilst I am gone, won't you Bob?" asked Hoku, as she prepared to leave.

"Of course, Hoku," I responded. Annie may have ruined my life, but strange as it seems, she's all I have left... especially while you're gone."

I watched Hoku as she dressed. She scooted a skirt on over her shapely legs and onto her hips. I watched in sadness as her magnificent golden breasts were enclosed under her blouse, and mourned the disappearance of her puffy nipples as she fastened the buttons. I walked Hoku to the door of the house, and quickly pecked a kiss onto her lips before she departed. Hoku smiled sadly.

"I'll see you next week, Bob," said Hoku, as the ocean of her blue eyes moistened with tears. Then she quickly darted out the door and bounced her way down the steps. Hoku walked onto the beach and over to the boat waiting at the dock below, her firm ass wiggling from side to side with each sexy step. I stood and watched as she embarked onto the boat, as it motored off across the water, toward the island where the plane waited, just over the horizon. Then I turned back into the house. It was late morning, my first day alone with Annie.

"Would you walk with me in my garden, Bob?" Annie asked meekly, as if she hoped that I would not lash out at her.

"Sure, Annie," I said kindly. Then I helped her to stand, and she leaned on me as we walked out into her garden behind the house.

It had undoubtedly once been a beautiful garden, though it had grown wild in the months untended since Annie first left to be with me stateside. There were many varieties of flower in bloom, a great number in the fuscia shades that Annie loved so much. Annie stopped to pluck a flower, and tucked the stem behind one ear, so that the pink bloom adorned her head.

I smiled as I imagined Annie as a young girl, with such a flower in her hair, her nudity unveiled on her wedding day, as reported in her first journal, The Tale of Our Isle. Annie stopped to admire various plants, and explained the botany of each variety. Butterflies flitted all around, but none would land on her, which made her very said. Her reign as the Queen of the Butterflies had apparently ended.

We walked ‘til we came to a flat clearing, along the side of the mountain. Dead vines covered the ground in the entire area, at least a couple acres, as far as the eye could see. I looked down and recognized the shriveled leaf on the dead vines. It was the leaf of the love melon, which Annie and I had enjoyed, which had conferred upon us both the enlargement of our sexual parts, in addition to preserving our youth and granting us our amazing abilities.

"Oh Bob, look! My poor melon! It is dead! All dead! The entire melon pasture... laid to waste!"

Annie was in tears as we strolled through the dead tangle of vines. She clutched my arm and wept as we surveyed the loss.

"Oh Bob, the melon... it is extinct! No more melons, here or in Colorado! Oh, what are we to do?"

What indeed? I might expect to live a long enough life in the years ahead, but Annie, with her extreme age, might soon be overtaken by her considerable years and age quickly, without the preservative qualities of the melon.

We walked a bit further, and then spied a patch of faded green in the midst of the brown field.

"Look, Bob! Over yonder! Let us inspect those vines that remain green!"

I helped Annie to hobble over, and indeed, there was an area about 10 feet in radius that was still somewhat green. There was a strange object in the center.

"What is it Bob?" Annie wondered.

The object was connected to a withered end of a vine. It was clearly some sort of melon growth, though nothing like anything that either Annie or I had ever seen. It was the size of a melon, though it was black... blacker than anything, a complete void of color, an all-enveloping darkness. Annie and I sat down by it to look more closely. Annie's huge tits filled her lap, and spilled over the sides of her thighs, and jiggled as we angled for a better look.

"Pick it up, Bob," said Annie. I was afraid to do so. It seemed like this black melon would swallow my hand, and consume me utterly into its void. But I picked it up anyway. It jiggled in my hand, like black jello. It was the same gelatinous consistency as the red melons we had eaten on Annie's mountain, on our honeymoon last summer (which now seemed like a lifetime ago).

I cradled Annie on my arm as I raised this black melon to our faces. Annie and I gazed deeply into the darkness. Inside, we saw sparks of light, like stars. Looking deeper within, the stars seemed to be far away, like real stars. There were other objects, patches of glowing light, twirling pinwheels beyond that, a depth inside that melon that I could not imagine. It seemed we were looking into another world, as if this black melon were some sort of crystal ball, some kind of magical orb, a portal to another world, out of a corny movie. The melon vibrated in my hand, and I could sense that it possessed considerable power.

"Oh Bob, what shall we do?" asked Annie.

I looked at her, and saw past the lines of her face, past the white mane on her head, which had replaced her sandy hair. I saw underneath it all, the raw beauty that was Annie's, the primal lust that she always inspired inside me. I saw Annie again as the ageless nymph, of sea and mountain. Gazing into her dazzling green eyes, I felt again as that fifteen year old boy who had fallen madly in love with Annie at first sight, while she wore that snug pink tube top, and those "Daisy Dukes" short shorts. Annie smiled at me, and I imagined that she might have even actually loved me in that moment.

"Bob..." Annie began sweetly, looking at me with her dazzling green eyes, a radiant glow shining off her face. "Will you be my husband this once more?"

Even after everything, I could not resist this girl whom I had desired for 36 years. I inclined my mouth to Annie, and brushed my lips against hers. Annie reached up to my mouth and caressed my lips with her tongue. I met her tongue with mine, and we gently swirled our tongue-tips against each other. Annie pulled away and smiled brightly, with that smile that I loved so much.

Annie and I would eat this last melon. Who knows what might happen to us after no more melon remained. Maybe we'd age quickly, and the years would catch up with us. Maybe we'd live the remainder of a normal lifespan. Either way, we'd just have to find out. I raised the gelatinous mass of the black melon, placing it between my face and Annie's. We both kissed the melon, and opened our mouths together to suck on the quivering mass.

Suddenly, a dam burst! A torrent of black liquid exploded into our mouths, and poured violently down our throats. It was both hot and cold, both thick and viscous and thin and watery, all at the same time. The melon juice flooded into our bodies, into our blood, flowing through every vein. It penetrated every atom of our being, and even more. An impossible volume of melon juice erupted from that one single fruit, and ocean of melon essence filling us both, yet somehow never exceeding the volume of our bodies.

A rushing sound like a million Niagaras emanated from our mouths where they joined the melon, our bodies shaking and convulsing. I managed to grab Annie's body, as though we were both drowning inside out, an ocean surrounding us from the inside. Annie clutched back at me, and we held each other close, both of us believing that we would die from this experience.

I pulled Annie close against me, mashing her big balloons against my chest, as we shuddered and vibrated together. I felt my cock swell instantly as it ascended between the velvet cleavage that separated Annie's mammoth globes. My cock sprouted up between us, and sat pumpkin-sized next to our heads, as our mouths were fixed to that infinite melon.

And then it was gone! The melon vanished! The suction from both our mouths drew together, no melon now separating our faces. Annie's tongue sucked instantly into my mouth, and mine in hers, and both became lengthy tentacles that extended down our throats, as on that day on her mountain. We frantically tried to untangle our tongues, and then just as abruptly as it started, the storm of infinite passion ended. I was sitting there in that melon patch, Annie on my lap, her gigantic tits smashed against my chest, extruding out along the sides of my body, with the tree trunk of my cock reaching up between her massive tits.

Annie again appeared young, but younger than I had ever seen her before. Annie looked to now be a girl of maybe fifteen, perhaps younger, as fresh as the dew on the morning grass. Her face was smooth again, and free of any lines, and rounder along the jaw than she had been. But her hair retained its snowy white color, thicker than ever before, looking like strands of silver spider web, which hovered and floated around her head like a halo. Annie's eyes blazed like green lasers, the pure color of emerald chroma. Annie looked at me in wonder, and I surmised that I must be similarly transformed in her eyes.

"What has happened Bob?" asked Annie, her voice sounding far away. But we did not have to wait long to find out. Annie stood effortlessly, her mammoth orbs hovering in front of her, completely spherical, unaffected by gravity. I watched as Annie's tits rose lightly, like twin hot air balloons, as they gently increased in diameter. Annie's already-enormous tits grew even bigger, and rose higher, never touching the ground. They were now each five feet across, and then six, and then eight, ten and twelve!

Annie laughed hysterically as her tits swelled to twenty feet in diameter, then twenty-five and thirty! Annie arched her back as her giant moons projected straight up in the air. Her nipples alone were larger than the rest of her body, maybe six feet in diameter, and pointing vertically upwards. Never had Annie's tits ever grown so big! I wondered why Annie did not just leave the ground and float with her enormous zeppelins, as she's done before. But then things really got strange!

The rest of Annie's body began to grow! I stood up myself to observe this new change. Annie was now probably seven feet from head to toe, though her back was still arched. Annie's hips were higher than my chest. I grabbed Annie's hand and it was like a baseball mitt, and swallowed my own hand. Annie's silver hair floated all around, growing in proportion to the rest of her body.

Annie clutched my little hand in her giant hand and lifted me straight up! Annie's head was at least three feet in height, and though she was stunningly beautiful, more so than ever, it was scary to see such a huge face and head. Annie laughed as she straightened up, and I was stunned to see that I was at least twenty feet off the ground.

Annie placed me inside the depth of her cleavage, and tucked me snugly between her gigantic tits. My cock was at least six feet long, and towered over my head, and the head of my cock was like a basketball. But this was just the right size for Annie's mouth at her new size, and she bent over her gigantic head and sucked my cock right in.

It felt so good to have Annie's giant tongue massage my over-swollen cock. It didn't take long until that thick trunk disgorged its load into Annie's mouth. I looked around, and Annie towered over her island. I looked over the side to see her house as a miniature object below. The ocean surrounded us, and the side of the mountain loomed next to us.

Annie's head kept growing, just like the rest of her, and she spat out my cock, which was now tiny in her huge mouth.

"Oh Bob, this is magnificent," Annie bellowed, and my head shook from the loud sound of her giant voice. I was about to get lost in the canyon between Annie's swelling tits when I began to feel a strange feeling, like my skin might burst at the seams. It looked like Annie's giantess head was becoming smaller, yet the island and our surroundings seemed to still be shrinking below us.

Then Annie's body tipped forward, dropping me loose from between her tits. But I did not fall. Annie still seemed to be shrinking, but I noticed that the mountain and the rest of the island was far below us. I could see other islands off in the distance, including the one over the horizon, where Annie keeps her plane. Annie's tits now looked smaller, like they were maybe the size of beachballs. She reached out to me, and her hands were normal sized, and fit nicely into mine.

Annie was not shrinking! I had been growing! My own body had swelled, and now we were both giants, hovering in the air above the island! Wispy clouds floated by, but I had no sense of being very high off the ground. Rather, it seemed like the ground was just below us, maybe ten feet, based on our scale. But the island was tiny! Everything looked so small and fragile, like the house was made of balsa wood and the island, plaster of paris. We didn't dare step on the ground, lest we smash Annie's house and sink the island!

I grabbed Annie and kissed her passionately. My tongue urgently explored her mouth, and her tongue swayed against mine. I began to notice that I no longer felt the breezes blowing around, and my skin felt strange. I pulled away and the sky above was black! But it was still daytime, and the sun was shining brightly.

"Bob, look below!" cried Annie.

Beneath us was a vast blue landscape, with swirls of white. The horizon was curved, and the blue glow reached upwards, fading into the black of the sky.

"What is this place, Bob? Where are we?" asked Annie, seeming fearful.

"Annie, it looks like we're above the earth! We've floated out into space!"

"What do you mean by this 'space,' Bob? And where is the island?"

I tried my hardest to explain to Annie that we were high above the world, in the vast emptiness up above the blue sky. She had trouble understanding, her Victorian mind unaccustomed to pondering the hi-tech marvels of the Space Age, or the idea that there might be other worlds besides her own.

The horizon below us became more curved, and the earth seemed to receding underneath us, not in distance but in size. We were still growing! The earth seemed to be a large globe, maybe 30 feet in diameter, but hardly the planet where we lived. I grabbed Annie that might move away, not wishing to touch the earth at our present size. Who knows, we might destroy an entire nation!

How were we able to breathe? How could we talk with no air? Could everyone on earth see us up in the sky? What was this crazy thing that the black melon did to us? More importantly, how the hell were we going to get down from here??? Whatever the story, I felt fine, maybe a tiny bit chilly, but Annie's soft body felt warm against mine. The sunshine felt hot against my skin, but other that, we were perfectly comfortable in the airless vacuum of space.

"Oh look Bob," said Annie, "What is this little ball? It looks very much like the moon."

Annie reached her hand to grab the "ball," which was the size of a softball. Fortunately, I stopped her hand in the nick of time.

"Annie, that IS the moon! Don't touch it! At your size, you might crush it!"

The moon now looked like a glass Christmas tree ornament, very fragile.

"Oh my, I should hate to be the woman who broke the moon!"

It was getting crowded there, as our growing bodies filled in the space between the earth and the moon. I held Annie and willed ourselves to rise, so that we ascended above the plane of the solar system. I looked over, and could see the planets, as if they were bright shining stars, circling around the Sun, which interestingly still looked the same, far away and very bright.

From our perspective, the solar system was like a big garden clock, and we could actually see the movement of the planets. The earth was now a little blue star, clearly moving in a circle around the sun, and the moon was a fainter star that circled around it, making a lap every few seconds. At that moment, it never occurred to me that time might be passing differently for us. But it dawned on me that, if each orbit represented a month of real time, we were watching years of time pass on the earth while we floated above it.

"Bob, this is an incredible place!" said Annie, who always learns quickly. "So I understand you to mean that that is our world, yon tiny blue sphere, and the grey spark is the moon! And these other lights include the evening star, and all the other assemblage of the sun's children! Why, this is marvelous! How can we witness such things?"

"How indeed, Annie," I answered, pondering how we would ever get home, and how much time would have passed on the earth if we ever did.

Annie kissed me again, and then she took my hand, and placed it over her swollen nipple. I didn't need another hint. I grabbed Annie's overripe breast and caressed it. It was sized proportional for me as if it were two feet in diameter. We floated there, above the planets, as my hands sunk deeply into Annie's supple flesh. I squeezed Annie's squishy funbags together, and kneaded her pliant flesh. Annie's head rolled back, responding to the stimulation of her breasts. My lips found a swollen nipple, as large to me as a grapefruit, and I suckled it into my mouth. A torrent of the sweetest milk flowed into my mouth.

Annie moaned with pleasure as her vanilla lactation filled my mouth. My tongue circled her nipple as my lips slobbered over her pink areola. Another suck on Annie's sweet bud and a squirt of cream hit the back of my throat. The milk had the usual effect, stimulating my cock. My manhood throbbed as the warmth of the delicious liquid engorged the thick shaft, making it harder and longer.

My mouth slid from nipple to nipple, making Annie gasp excitedly. Annie's tits were larger than any planet, larger now than even the sun. But Annie's tits were becoming smaller in my hands. Her gasps were becoming more frequent, and more emphatic, and it seemed like she was approaching a "nipplegasm." But I couldn't hear her anymore. Her voice had faded and gone silent.

Annie's tits were now very small, like a couple of oranges in my hands, and her nipples were like grapes... smaller than they had ever been. I let go of Annie's tits and the two small spheres just rotated as they floated in space before my eyes. Annie was gone! Only her tits remained! But then I looked closer and saw a tiny little form hanging off the back of these two tits, looking about the size of a bug. It was Annie's tiny little body. Apparently I had grown much larger than her, and her tits swelled faster than her body, though not as fast as I had grown. So now Annie's tits were each now twenty times larger in diameter than she was tall!

I twirled Annie around and watched her tits spin. I had no way of knowing whether she liked that or not! But I was so much bigger than her that I had to take care not to accidentally hurt her. So I gently sat Annie's tits on the head of my cock, which towered up from my crotch at chest level. There was a glob of pre-cum on the tip of my cock, and I set Annie down it, expecting that she would enjoy that.

I looked around and noticed that I could no longer see the sun or the planets. We had outgrown the solar system. There were stars everywhere, set in a velvety black night darker than any Colorado mountaintop. The stars glowed gently all around, bathing the scene in an ethereal light. I happened to notice the Big Dipper. This made me laugh. So far removed from the world, and yet here was still a familiar constellation. I turned around and saw Orion, the only other constellation I knew.

These constellations appeared at their normal sizes, like we see from Earth. It looked like I was in the middle of a big black ball, the stars far away on the inside of the ball, which was encircled by the fuzzy belt of the Milky Way. It was like being in a real-life planetarium, except for the missing ground below, and no sun or moon anywhere to be seen.

The pair of tits on the end of my cock were growing. Tiny as she was, Annie was somehow doing something to the head of my cock, and it felt really good. The tits were now the size of cantaloupes when I took them in my hands and rubbed them up and down over my cock. Oh, that felt so good! I stroked my own cock up and down with Annie's expanding tits, when I noticed a doll-sized pair of legs sticking out from the top of the squishy juggs. Annie was upside down! Her legs flailed around as I jacked off my cock with her soft tits. Finally I heard a tiny voice piping in....

"OH BOB! Oh, you are magnificent, My Mighty Man! Oh, toss me about up and down! Manhandle me as you will, My Most Potent Lover!"

Encouraged by Annie's pleasurable utterances, I rammed my cock harder and harder between her swelling tits. Annie wrapped her little arms around my cock as I flung her back and forth, and I felt her little mouth slobbering on the shaft, leaving a trail of saliva over my cock. Annie's tiny feet grew enough to make it to the level of my face, and I swallowed them into my mouth.

My lips surrounded Annie's tiny waist so that her lower body was completely inside my mouth. My tongue probed all around Annie's miniature legs, and between them, reaching up to tickle around her tiny pussy and over the cheeks of her butt. Annie screamed repeatedly at this new stimulation. She hugged my cock, her arms barely encircling it, as her body heaved her tits up and down over the shaft, sending wave after sensual wave over my throbbing penis.

Annie's lengthening legs kicked out from the back of my throat and she climbed out of my mouth. Just in time too, for her growing body was suddenly too big. I kissed Annie's feet as they reached my face, and then grabbed her lengthening legs, slobbering on her calves and then her knees and thighs, as each part grew past my face. Soon Annie's hairless pussy was at face level, and I buried by head into her snatch, probing into her pink wetness with my lips and tongue. I felt Annie titty-fucking my cock, rubbing her soft globes of flesh back and forth while I ate her pussy.

My mouth swallowed Annie's juicy clit, and she cried out again. Her screams became more frantic, but then they were muffled as Annie stuffed my cock in her mouth. Annie's clit grew bigger and bigger in my mouth, as her head pistoned up and down over my cock. The pressure rose inside my penis, building in intensity, and finally my cock exploded. A fountain of cum erupted into Annie's mouth, as she sucked frantically, heading toward a climax of her own.

Annie's clit was enormous in my mouth, and the wet folds of her pussy had grown larger than my head. Annie had sucked all the cum out of my cock when she let go of me and arched her back suddenly. A spurt of pussy juice blew back my head as Annie orgasmed. It was all I could do to hang onto Annie as her giant twat outgrew me. I stretched out my whole body inside her pussy lips, made a warm, slimy bed of her inner labia, as I stimulated her clitoris. The big bulb was now bigger than my head, and I sucked and squeezed and rolled my face all around it.

It was like a hurricane each time Annie orgasmed, and my body was blown backwards by the slimy splats that popped off from her pussy. Annie's screams sounded like thunder as her giant voice bellowed forth her pleasure in that black void of space. Annie's vagina must have popped twenty times before her erotic storm finally subsided.

I looked up and a creamy white landscape of rolling hills was before me, all of Annie's sexy curves seen from that scale. Annie's pussy was like a pink crevasse. I stuck in my head and got sucked in, like I was never to return. The inside of Annie's pussy was pink and warm and wet, like a cozy womb. My whole body felt like one big cock inside Annie's snatch. Then giant fingers reached down and grabbed my legs! Annie held my body like it was a dildo, and thrust me back and forth inside her soft, wet place. It seemed like I was inside her forever, and would have been content to remain so.

Annie's entire pussy trembled, and then she popped off another series of orgasms. An earthquake shuddered the pink, juicy folds, shuddering all around me, hot and sticky. I then noticed that Annie's fingers were not so huge where she first grabbed me. My body was growing again, compared to Annie's. My head touched the bottom of her secret place, and I reached up and pushed myself out. I saw again the rolling hills of Annie's hips, extending one way down her thighs, and the other direction up onto the swell of her belly.

Far beyond, in the distance, were the twin globes of Annie's tits, undulating in zero gravity. Annie's tits were now grossly out of proportion with her body. Her mammoth tits were planet-sized, in comparison, like they were a landscape that connected to her enormous body, extending to a horizon in all directions. Annie's tits were like a world unto themselves, divided down the middle by her cleavage. The binary planetary system of Annie's tits quivered, like a planet made of jello, as each subtle movement sent earthquakes rippling over their twin surfaces.

I headed toward the gigantic sphere's of quivering flesh, becoming aware that their distance was decreasing. My body was becoming larger, and so was Annie's body, catching up to her tits. My the time I reached Annie's tits, they were only mountain-sized. I climbed one sexy hill, and my feet pressed deeply into the soft, spongy surface underneath.

Annie's tits seemed to be deflating like a balloon as I stepped onto their gelatinous surface. A pink prominence loomed at the summit, a giant nipple as big as a house. I threw myself against it. I wrapped my arms around as the swollen pap diminished. Soon I was able to encircle a good part of Annie's soft nipple with my arms. I gave the tender bud a squeeze, and a big drip of milk leaked out, and propelled itself away from the giant tip.

Now Annie's nipple was only as big as my head. I mashed my face into it, and rubbed around in the leaking milk, lapping up what I could. My engorged penis was pressed against her breast underneath the nipple, and my body laid on Annie's tit like an oversized waterbed. As I grew larger, I finally managed to wrestle my mouth over the nipple, and sucked as hard as I could, as I rubbed my cock against the softness of Annie's tit.

Annie slid me over, again inserting me into her cleavage. She pressed her juicy juggs against my body, and rubbed them over my expanding form. I was now like a G.I. Joe next to Annie, and she smiled down at me with her gigantic smile. My form enlarged further, so that my legs extended downward along her front, extending down her belly. My toes briefly dandled in her pussy, before my legs lengthened and thickened. Soon our legs intertwined, as my face approached hers. Then our bodies were in proportion. We stayed that way thereafter, as we continued expanding together.

"Oh Bob, is this not the most glorious experience of all? Oh, I could have never imagined such delectable sensations!"

I held Annie close as she held me. I looked around us and we were in a strange place. Sparkling jewels glittered all around, like crystal fireflies, in every direction. They seemed close, as if we could bump them and shatter them. These were apparently the stars of the galaxy. I looked over and a vast landscape of light stretched away from us. It was apparent that we were within a circular stream of stars, a great whirlpool that was rotating around a glowing center, far off in the distance.

The stars were moving together, like they were in a current, and we were carried along with it. As I watched, it seemed that we had circled a quarter-turn around the galactic pinwheel. I know very little about astronomy, but it seemed that this much movement should represent millions of years. We were impossibly far from home, lost in space and in time. There was no reason to believe that we would return to earth, that this existence in space would be our final end.

I willed Annie and me to ascend again, so that our bodies would be removed from the stream. We were now hovering above a gigantic windmill of stars, the Milky Way galaxy in all its splendor loomed over us, as no one could have ever imagined it. Off in the distance were other galaxies, so that the black void was starless, only broken by these fuzzy, faint pinwheels of light.

Our galaxy receded and became simply one of many, indistinguishable from the others, and yet we grew ever larger, our bodies expanding as we clung each other tightly, so that the galaxies became small alongside us.

"Bob, what are these twirls of light? What do they represent?"

Before I could reply, Annie reached up and flicked at galaxy with her fingers. The fuzzy light dispersed, scattering like the puffball of a dandelion, the light spreading out and then fading, its glow extinguished.

"Annie, no! Oh no, Annie! You destroyed an entire galaxy! There's nothing left! Oh, I wish you wouldn't touch anything!"

Annie did not understand what I meant by "galaxy." This was beyond her experience. But she understood that what she did was wrong. Then Annie reached out to the same spot in space, and somehow, faint patches of light reappeared, and were drawn toward her hand. A twist of her delicate wrist, and the pinwheel of stars reassembled itself, somehow restored to its previous state, just as it had been before she flicked it with her finger.

Annie looked at me and smiled. Somehow, in this strange state we were in, we possessed the power to destroy entire galaxies, and yet somehow, turn back the clock, to undo the damage and recreate them, as if the destruction had never occurred. We had utterly transcended space and time. The clock flowed backwards as well as forwards for us! We could manipulate it at will!

What the hell was that melon anyway? I didn't want to become some kind of false god, and I was sure that Annie would not want to be a goddess. Shit, we were just regular people after all. We did not have the minds or the wisdom for such omnipotence, if that word could even be deemed appropriate in our case. Eventually, we would surely fuck it all up and destroy everything if we were left unto ourselves.

Maybe this was all some sort of dream? Maybe we were really back in the melon patch on Annie's Isle, having some sort of shared hallucination. I sure hoped so, anyway. But damn, it all seemed so real, more real than normal life. It was like our previous life was the dream and we had awakened to this reality. But if this was reality, and if we did possess such powerful new abilities, perhaps we could somehow control space and time to find our way home again? But how would we even know which of these galaxies was our own? And then which of the myriad stars in any galaxy was our sun? Even if we actually possessed such power, we had no knowledge of how to use it. It would be looking for a microscopic needle in a macroscopic cosmic haystack.

I started to worry, but Annie looked so beautiful, like I had never seen her before. Her skin glowed softly in that utterly black emptiness, and her white hair shone with a silvery shine, her green eyes radiating emerald light. And Annie's juicy tits beckoned. Her soft nipples looked so sexy, like they were begging to be sucked. I forgot all about our intergalactic plight and inclined my face to kiss Annie instead.

A million supernovas exploded as our tongues touched. A swirling maelstrom of cosmic fury churned within us as our passion reignited. Annie and I eagerly devoured each other's mouths as I encircled her enormous tits with my arms. My elongated penis reached up between us, residing in Annie's cleavage, and she stroked its head with her fingers. I pulled Annie's squishy globes up onto my shoulders, and sunk my fingers deeply into the supple flesh.

Annie rolled her face to one side, gasping and moaning in ecstasy. I slobbered on her neck, and then her shoulders, and down onto her chest. My engorged cock slid down from Annie's cleavage, onto her belly, and even lower. My mouth slobbered over Annie's breasts, as I sought to find her pussy with my cock. My lips and tongue discovered Annie's nipple just as the head of my penis nestled in her sopping pink folds. I sucked Annie's pink bud as my hips thrust inward.

Falling! My cock was falling into Annie's pussy, being up sucked inside her body, as if a cosmic black hole resided way up inside of her. I sucked on Annie's nipple, and a torrent of sweet cream poured down my throat, like a waterfall. In that dark void, Annie screamed an orgiastic explosion as my cock was drawn up inside her. I could feel my gigantic testicles hanging from underneath my body, seeming to be planet-sized, expanding in proportion with my infinite cock. I thrust deep into Annie's infinite pussy, deeper than ever before, and Annie shrieked a cosmic shriek.

Somehow, I withdrew my member and rammed Annie again, forcefully. My cock extended even deeper inside. I felt my cock stretch and thicken, as I pulled it back again and rammed Annie even harder. A quaking inside rocked both our gigantic bodies with each powerful thrust. Infinite worlds collided as I pounded Annie's pussy. I wrestled both swollen nipples into my mouth, and it was like hot glowing liquid light was pouring into my body from Annie's mammaries.

My cock moved billions of light years, back and forth, with each cosmological thrust. My thick, enlarging member moved faster than the speed of light as in explored the unending inner space of Annie's vagina. Annie's wail of ecstasy deepened and added harmonic frequencies, resonating with the music of the spheres, her hips moving back and forth with my infinite phallus as we discovered the sexual rhythm of the universe.

I became vaguely aware that the galaxies were like faint dust motes, the universe becoming a small cloud of galactic particles, stretching out in lines like frail spider webs, but closing in on Annie and I as we expanded into infinity. I willed it all to stop, that we might become smaller again. But instead, the spider webs seemed to shimmer, and contract, shrinking with us. My thrusting increased rapidly, and Annie was whimpering pitifully, as I sensed were both approaching a mutual climax.

The galaxies unraveled, spun themselves out, as my infinite penis pistoned in Annie's infinite vagina. Everything seemed to be closing in, and rushing in towards a center. Was this the distant future, or had time run backwards, moving us in reverse towards its beginning? I had no way of knowing, but clearly, the entire universe was collapsing in on itself, like a balloon deflating.

All the galaxies dispersed and went dark. Still I rocked Annie, but our bodies shaking violently, as we approached a cataclysmic shared orgasm. Suddenly everything became bright again, and an electric charge danced over our bodies, as the shrinking void grew brighter and brighter.

Suddenly, my cock hit bottom! In the infinite depths of Annie's body, the head of my penis bounced against a solid object. It felt very large, and very round, like it was some kind of an egg. No, not an egg, but a melon! The head of my cock pounded against that melon, way down inside Annie. My cock trembled with the imminent release. A rushing sound assaulted my ears as the entire universe rushed toward its center.

My crotch erupted as a solid object moved up through my cock! Something deep inside was escaping my body, being ejaculated up through the infinite length and girth of my penis. But it was so hard, so difficult... so painful. It was like I was passing a kidney stone, but rather a testicle stone of mammoth proportions, like a basketball was being flushed out of my cock. No, not a basketball, but a.... a melon!

This melon shot out from my cock at faster than the speed of light. An infinite length of time passed as this melon ejected itself from my infinite penis. My cock head pummeled the melon inside Annie over and over, as the melon inside my cock raced toward it. I inhaled infinite volumes of Annie's milk, which propelled this object outward, faster and faster, bending space and time.

Our surroundings grew brighter and hotter as Annie sustained a scream. I screamed too, with the infinite pain and pleasure of passing a melon-sized object out of my cock. The melon in my cock reached my cock's head as it thrust against the melon inside Annie. The two melons made contact as time ran backwards to the primal moment of the Big Bang. Space and time were annihilated as the two melons merged, rending the very fabric of the universe, and rupturing all existence. Our bodies were stretched and pulled, and squeezed and compressed as Annie and I culminated a primal orgasm together.

* * * * *

I held tightly onto Annie's body in a black, cold place. I sensed that we were being pulled through some sort of door, or rather, an aperture of some sort. No, it was more like a screen, but the space was quickly contracting as we passed through the opening. There was a weave to it, a warp and weft, as we passed through some sort of spatiotemporal portal into the other side. Now the world was aglow with blinking objects. The blinking increased rapidly, and became a pulsation. All these objects were shimmering.

We drew closer and could see that the objects were some sort of sparks circling balls at the center. The sparks were moving so fast that they were like shells around the central balls. Glowing spheres flew everywhere, touching the sparks and causing the shells to expand, and immediately contract, throwing off another glowing sphere in a different direction. Everything was blinking, like all these objects were popping in and out of existence.

This place was crazy, and I did not like being there. Fortunately, the balls and shells shrank around us. Or rather, our bodies grew, for I had the same feeling like we were still expanding. Soon, we saw other similar types of shells, different sizes and shapes. It looked like some types of shells were joined together, and there many distinct types of arrangements, repeated over and over, in a vast array of similar objects. The balls were now too small to see. And then these shells shrunk. It was now clear that the shells were somehow grouped together, so that there was vast empty spaces in between, with only a random shell here and there.

As we grew, the shells appeared fuzzy, and seemed to merge together. They now formed planet-sized objects, but bumping up next to each other. Annie and I stayed in the empty spaces between these planetary bodies. There looked to be an even greater empty space down below, so I willed our bodies to head for that area. The space between these planets was getting tight, but finally Annie and I escaped into the larger empty space.

Now things were really weird. The planet objects now looked like giant mountains, tumbled against each other into a flat landscape, above our heads, receding to a distant horizon in all directions. There were larger brown trunks underneath us, which spread out far below us. This was one wacky place! Where were we? Beyond our universe? We were in some crazy science fiction dimension?

I turned our bodies so that the mountain landscape was underneath us, and the scene made more sense. The landscape looked like regular ground. Those planet-mountain shapes now looked like regular grains of sand, mingled in with plain old dirt. The large brown trunks now appeared to be some sort of oversized vines, withered and shriveled. I landed with Annie on the surface, which now seemed to be normal ground. The vines entangled our bodies as we grew larger, and shortly, we were larger than the vines. It was then that I was able to see where we were.

We were back in the melon patch! On Annie's island! Somehow, we had grown so large, beyond the infinite macrocosm, that we ended up coming back to the real world through the microcosm! Those planet-mountains were just ordinary sand, seen from a smaller perspective. Below that scale, maybe those shells were atoms! Who knows, I'm a finance major, not a scientist. I don't know how to explain what we saw. But I was so relieved that we had somehow found our way home. I looked at Annie and she was beaming a big smile. I held her in my arms, and leaned my face toward hers. I was about to kiss Annie, but we were interrupted by a familiar voice.

"Arianna! Bob!" cried the melodic voice of Hoku Jones. "Oh my! Where have you been?"

I turned my head to behold the lovely nude form of Hoku, running toward us from the house, her massive breasts lunging up and down with each long-legged stride.

"I looked everywhere! Over the entire Isle! I was worried sick!" gasped Hoku, as she reached us. Hoku's chest heaved breathlessly, which made her enormous golden orbs jiggle, and her beige nipples quiver.

I tried to stand, but was very wobbly on my feet. I had a sense of vertigo, and had difficulty determining which end was up. I helped Annie to her feet, and we leaned against each other. Annie looked like her usual young self, appearing again as a nineteen year old girl, her tits restored again to the size of watermelons, each about fifteen inches in diameter, her nipples the size of plums. Only now, her hair was still pure white. Hoku looked at Annie, stunned, and then looked the same way at me, eyeing me up and down, her eyes lingering on my limp, dangling cock.

"Hoku, dear," began Annie, her speech slightly slurred. "Have you not yet left for San Francisco?"

Hoku blinked and looked at Annie with puzzlement.

"Mother, I have already returned from San Francisco! I've been back for two days! But where were you?"

Annie and I looked at each other, and then back at Hoku. Somehow, during our infinite voyage, fucking and sucking our way through space and time, we ended up back after nine days had elapsed here on the island. We looked back at Hoku, not sure where to begin, but just stared at her, stammering for words. Hoku's eyes grew wide, and she stared at Annie and then at me, and she seemed like she might burst with enthusiasm. Then for no apparent reason, Hoku uttered the fateful words.

"Well? Is she dislodged?"

A shiver went down my spine, and I looked at Annie. A big smile was on her face. I didn't know what to say in reply, but a feeling rose up in my gut, and then Annie and I blurted out in unison.

"Yes! She is dislodged!"

The True Nature of the Melon

We still had no idea what those words meant. Even after fucking our way through the expanse of time and space, Annie and I still had no idea who "she" was, or what exactly was entailed with her being "dislodged."

As we stood in the melon patch, we heard a cracking sound from the melon plants. We watched the remaining vine which had been green suddenly turn brown and shriveled. Before our eyes, the withered vines dried up and crumbled before our eyes, turning to dust and blowing away on the ocean breeze. That was that. The melon was no more. Annie cried and soon she was sobbing inconsolably, as if a loved one had died. Such was her loss after more than a century and a half spent with the melon.

After a time, Annie composed herself. She and I tried to explain our wild cosmic experience to Hoku, but words failed us. Besides, with each passing moment that elapsed, the more dreamlike the experience seemed. Surely that was just another funky hallucination caused by eating some half-rotted black melon. Those events could not possibly have been real. Our minds were now preoccupied with confronting the new reality of our island exile.

We went back to the house where Hoku made us some dinner. Hoku explained that no progress was made with the feds, that Annie and I were still wanted felons, and would remain so indefinitely. Hoku declared that she would remain on the island with Annie, and help care for her needs, and would only venture into civilization when absolutely necessary.

Over the days and the weeks, we settled into a routine. Annie, Hoku and I became a strange type of family, living together in an odd love triangle. I was always giving Hoku the eye, and her desire for me was undeniable. We continued flirting with our eyes, making our mutual feelings understood. But I hardly ever saw Hoku apart from Annie, and she tried to avoid being alone with me. A couple times I got Hoku alone, and I grabbed her nude body, and held her close against mine. Hoku would kiss me passionately, her tongue urgently seeking mine, and she would grab my rigid cock. But then she would become guilt-ridden, and push me away, and disappear into her room, not to be seen afterwards.

Annie was clearly lonely. She and I shared our bed and spent time fucking each day, as usual, but Annie knew that I really wanted Hoku and not her. Anne was drifting away, being fucked by me but otherwise unloved, losing purpose to her existence. But when we were all together, we tried to pretend that everything was normal. Eventually, Hoku and I even got used to seeing each other naked without wanting to fuck each other's brains out. But it was easier for Hoku and me to just be together with Annie and not alone with each other. This turned out to be the best way to deny the awkwardness of our situation.

A week into our exile, we began to figure out what had happened with the black melon. One morning, Annie went to the bathroom to throw up. This never happened to her, other than that time she was drunk in New Orleans. Annie's melon-infused constitution is impervious to vomiting. Or at least it was. After weeks of daily vomiting, other signs became evident. Annie's nipples became larger and puffier and more sensitive than usual, and began to spontaneously dribble milk. It soon became clear... Annie was pregnant.

"Oh Bob, how could I be with child? My womb became barren before my 50th birthday, as it would with any other woman! I've had no such signs since!"

"But Annie," I replied, "that was a freakish experience with that black melon. It must have turned back the clock and made you fertile again. You know that nothing has ever been the same ever since." And indeed nothing ever was, especially in our three-way family unit.

When Annie told Hoku the news, she became very quiet. And then, without replying, she ran to her room and slammed the door. I walked by and heard her crying. Dammit, I wanted to cry too. I was hoping that Hoku and I could somehow be together. But if Annie and I needed to spend the next twenty years raising a child, Hoku and I would be over 70 by the time this kid was grown. But without the melon to keep us young, Hoku and I might look our age by that time. We would have no time left to be together.

After that, Hoku did not look at me, or regard me in any way. She only spoke to me when absolutely necessary. But I could feel her eyes on me when were in the same room, and she would always look away when I looked at her. I knew that she agreed that our situation was just so unfair. Instead, Hoku devoted all her energy to caring for Annie, and preparing for the arrival of this baby.

Nine months went by quick enough. I found things to do. I took up fishing and gardening and occupied myself in Bill Gillingham's workshop. We had some free weights flown in and I spent a couple hours each day working out, building my body to even greater proportions. Time passed quickly, and before you knew it, the day of the baby's birth had arrived.

Annie went into labor on New Years Eve, a year after we had watched the ball drop in Times Square. I was so happy to see 2012 finally pass, with all the shitty things that happened during that year. Hoku cared for Annie during her labor, and she acted as Annie's midwife, delivering the baby by herself. I was not welcome in bedroom as Hoku delivered the baby. But midnight passed and 2013 dawned as Annie screamed with the pangs of childbirth.

Before long, I heard the baby's cry, and invited myself into the room. There was Annie, sitting on the bed, cradling our new bundle of joy, "Aunt Hoku" beaming with shared pride

"Oh Bob, is she not the most beautiful child?" gushed Annie.

I was not especially partial to newborns, but this baby girl was certainly special. Her skin was smooth like plaster of paris, her features truly feminine and gorgeous, even at birth, with a shock of silver-white hair on her tiny head. She looked like a cherub, a sweet little angel, carved of marble by Michelangelo himself.

"We shall call her Melonie," Anne declared. I laughed out loud. Why not? This baby girl was somehow "dislodged" because of the melon, so there could be no more fitting a name.

Melonie Roberta Angelica Penton was born at 1:11 AM on January 1, 2013, weighing six pounds even, and 18 inches long. She grew quickly, and was very alert and intelligent for a newborn. I hardly saw my new daughter, since Annie and Hoku doted on her constantly. Once I was approaching the room, and overheard Hoku speaking confidentially to Annie.

"Oh Arianna, it's so unfair! You have now had 15 children, and another even at your considerable age. And yet I have none! Oh, I long yearned to be the mother of Bob's children, as you well know, and now he sires yet another for you! Oh, how I hate my miserable, lonely existence!"

Hoku buried her lovely face in her delicate hands, and sobbed.

"There, there, Hoku darling," consoled Annie. "I should have wished to exchange places with you, my dear! I have not the spirit remaining for motherhood, after so long a time. Perhaps you could care for little Melonie? Here, try her at your teat."

"Oh Mother, no, how could that....?" began Hoku, as she reluctantly took the babe in her arms. But then Melonie found Hoku's nipple and began to suckle. Hoku's tears turned to those of joy.

"Arianna! She's nursing! My dry nipples became milky as soon as Melonie suckled them! How can this be?"

"This is a very special child, dearest Hoku," spoke Annie, enigmatically. I left the women alone with their feminine moment, but went away wondering what might lie ahead with this baby.

It soon became clear that Melonie was not an ordinary baby. She grew quickly, but not so much in size and weight. Melonie reminded me of a "chibi," having a large baby head and big green eyes, sort of like a really cute little cartoon character. Also, her white hair grew very quickly, maybe an inch every week. Soon Melonie's hair reached her shoulders and then swept down her little back.

One time I held Melonie, and it seemed like she was trying to speak! She was looking intently into my face, making an effort to move her lips and utter gurgling sounds, but she could not force her little mouth to form the words. She seemed eerily like an older person. But then she gave up in frustration and cried like a regular baby. I held Melonie on my shoulder and kissed her, telling her that I loved her and that everything would be fine. And so it was, until that incredible day when Melonie was three months old, nearly a year into our island exile.

* * * * *

Melonie looked exactly like Annie, as if she were a miniature duplicate of her mother. She was really smart, extremely alert and paying attention to everything. She was like a little sponge, absorbing all information, and always had a thoughtful expression on her face, like she was trying to figure everything out. This was normal for babies, as Annie and I both knew from our own adventures in parenthood. But it was clear that Melonie's learning was greatly accelerated.

On that day, I walked in the living room around 10:00 AM, after fishing all morning. I had a nice catch and figured we have fish for lunch. Melonie was babbling, and she was being very persistent about it.

"Ma-ma-ma-ma-ma..." went Baby Melonie, over and over, as her mother held her.

"What are you saying, baby girl?" I said to my daughter. She just looked up at me with her big green eyes, and went back to babbling.

"Melonie has been doing this the entire morning," said Annie, sounding frustrated.

"Are you driving your mommy crazy?" I said to the baby, laughing.

"Mom-mee," said Melonie. Annie, Hoku and I both stopped short, startled. The baby clearly repeated the word "mommy." This was too amazing for a three-month old, even one as smart as Melonie. I tried again, leaning close to the baby.

"Did you just say 'Mommy'?" I asked

"Mommy," the baby repeated, plain as day.

"Melonie!" cried Annie.

"Mel-ah-nie," replied the baby, with perfect enunciation.

We all sat down, stunned to hear a baby speak so plainly. I looked at Baby Melonie, resting in her mother's arms, and asked her a fateful question.

"Can you speak, Baby?"

"Y-yes, Father, I can speak. F-finally! I-I have b-been wanting to speak for so long! So every long!"

Annie, Hoku and I looked wide-eyed at each other, completely speechless.

"M-mother, I need to rest now, it is such an effort to speak," spoke Melonie to Annie. "There are so many things you need to know. Please, let me rest."

With that, Melonie placed her mouth on Annie's nipple, closed her eyes and nursed like a regular baby. Before long, she dropped off and fell asleep. Annie was shell-shocked. She lovingly laid Melonie down in her baby bed and drew a tiny blanket over her. None of us spoke after that. No one knew what to say. But we all stayed in the room together, silently, and occupied ourselves, waiting until Melonie awoke from her nap. We all felt a sense of dread, as the minutes and hours ticked by, silently aware the culmination of years of wondering lay ahead on the other side of this baby's nap. Finally, the naptime ended, but in a most unexpected manner.

"Mother! Father!" came a tiny little voice.

We all raced into the living room and dropped to our knees at the side of the baby bed. There was Melonie, sitting up in the bed. But Melonie had changed. Her silver hair laid tousled about her shoulders. And she didn't look like a baby anymore, but like a miniature adult with an overly-large head. Under her little shoulders, we could see that this little baby girl had sprouted a pair of breasts while she slept. Huge breasts, especially for a little person of that size. They were like a pair of cantaloupes that laid in Melonie's little lap. The rest of her body had a woman's figure, her legs, hips and waist. Now in every respect, Melonie was a miniature duplicate of her mother, Annie. I had had so many freaky experiences by then that it was easier to accept seeing my baby daughter transformed into this cartoonish, miniature sexpot.

"Melonie, my dear!" wept Annie. "What has happened to you, my sweet?"

"Do not weep, Mother," pipped our baby with her little voice. "All is well, and things are as they should be."

"But what is this? What does it mean?" pleaded Annie.

"Oh Mother, I have waiting so very long to speak with you! You cannot know what I have endured for so long."

"For so long? But my child, you are but a babe! What can you mean by these words?" cried Annie, beginning to lose her head.

"Calm yourself, Mother, and allow me to explain," answered little Melonie. "We do not have much time."

Annie, Hoku and I sat on the floor, circling around the baby bed, and heard from this infant the most incredible tale that we could have imagined.

"Long did I remain on that island, Mother Arianna, awaiting your arrival. Long did I seek throughout this world, looking for a pair, a woman and a man, who might release me from my confinement."

"We had traversed the realms, as we had always done, and we had passed into this realm, in our ongoing quest to observe and experience all that there is to observe and experience. My kin had entered your realm, and encountered the beings who dwell here, men and women such as yourselves. Only I could not pass through into your realm. In my attempt to assume the corporeal form of your world, I became lodged in the space between, the boundary that defines your realm, and I could not move about. I had not taken on the form of my kin, but was lodged in a different form, one without motion, confined only to lie upon the ground."

Annie, Hoku and I looked at other, puzzled by these cryptic, enigmatic words from this baby. None of us could understand her meaning. Melonie looked at us, and understood that we were confused.

"Your words fail me. Open your minds instead," said Melonie.

With that, a flood of images and concepts assailed our minds. My head hurt with the shifting kaleidoscope of mental activity. Annie and Hoku shrieked and grabbed their heads. But Melonie sensed that we were overwhelmed, and she slowed the flood of images to a trickle, at a rate our minds were able to absorb.

We then understood that Melonie was of a race of trans-dimensional beings that explore infinite planes of reality, worlds beyond our comprehension. Centuries ago, they entered our three-dimensional universe, right here on the earth, and visited our world, interacting with the people they met. But Melonie herself somehow got stuck during the trans-dimensional passage, and was marooned on the earth. Her people left her behind, stranded her on the earth, as they continued their never-ending voyage. Once we understood, Hoku was the first to speak.

"But Melonie, darling, who are your people? What do you call yourselves?"

"We are not like you, Mother Elizabeth. We do not give and receive names as you do. But we have been known to some as the Pxxx."

"Pix?" inquired Annie.

"No, Mother Arianna, 'Pxxx.' You cannot form the sound in your speech."

We sat there for a moment, pondering these revelations.

"Then you are a pixie!" exclaimed Hoku. Melonie appeared very annoyed and frustrated at that name.

"My kin have been called many things by your people, Mother Elizabeth, including that name. But it was not our wish to influence your culture, and we do not desire to be associated with the connotations of that name."

In my mind, Melonie made us to understand that the Pxxx spent many centuries on earth, a brief period from their perspective. They were there in Ancient Greece and Rome, through the medieval times, though it was only a short interval to them on their scale of existence. They tried to avoid contact with humans, though some contact was unavoidable, especially since they were unaccustomed to moving about in corporeal bodies. Being transcendental beings, they appeared to have powers and abilities that defied the laws of nature. Their inadvertent interactions with humanity resulted in much mythology and folklore, from the pantheons of the ancient gods, to the sprites and elves and leprechauns of more recent centuries.

"The melon!" Annie exclaimed, with a flash of insight. "My dear Melonie, it is you! You are the melon!"

"Yes Mother Arianna, I am the melon."

Our minds reeled at the revelation! We knew the melon was an amazing fruit, even magical, as Annie held. But we only thought it was a fruit! We had no idea that the melon was the physical personification of a trans-dimensional being! But hearing it, it seemed like I knew that all along, like I had always known. And so did Annie and Hoku! My mind raced ahead to many conclusions, and saw the answer to many long questions. But Melonie would make all things clear, as she continued.

"Upon entering your realm, I took on the form of the melon, rather than a corporeal body, as did my kin. I became instead a vine that flourished... a fruit that produced seed, and propagated thereafter. It was through that form that my abilities were expressed."

Annie interjected, excitedly.

"So that when we partook of your blessed fruit, our hidden parts would enlarge, and produce copious quantities of fluids! That my teats would swell, their sensation greatly enhanced, and then let down a flood of lactation!"

"Yes, Mother Arianna," replied Melonie.

"And that my man's penis would also become greatly elongated, and gain considerable girth, and unleash a flood of seed, upon consuming of your fruit! I always understood that the melon was enchanted, that its properties were magical and not explained by matters of science."

"Indeed, Mother Arianna," explained Melonie. "For I am not of this realm, and the laws that govern this world are not observed by my kin. What you understand to be matter and energy are not limitations upon us. Size and weight do not constrain me. For this reason, your breasts would swell and engorge with milk, over and beyond the quantity of the fruit that you consumed, in defiance of your natural laws. And also, the force you call gravity does not act upon me, and is easily negated. Further, I am not subject to the variable nature of what you perceive as time, and this does not affect me, or those under my influence."

So though Annie has always called it "enchantment," the melon did have a logical, scientific explanation after all. Melonie and the Pxxx are can manipulate space and time itself, and violate the laws of conversation of mass and energy at will. Annie's tits could swell to three feet each across, her massive juggs each having the mass of over a hundred pounds, and yet she could still walk around and carry them with ease, or even float in the air with them. And Annie could pour out an unlimited quantity of her sweet milk, and I could gulp it down, without her tits being drained, and without me being filled up. And my cock could ejaculate gallon after gallon for the same reason, with Annie sucking me off easily.

This would also explain everything else, like why the melon preserved our youth, and kept Annie alive and young for 187 years. And it accounted for all the wild shit that we experienced, like our sexual escapades while flying through the air, over Hawaii and New York City, and even our last freakish episode in intergalactic space. Nothing that happens in our entire universe of space and time has any effect on Melonie, or on us, as long as we are under her influence.

"In this melon state," Melonie continued, "trapped in your world as I was, I could only spread forth tendrils into the soil, and bud forth in flower that would swell into the fruit. But I was incapable of movement, unable to communicate. In that form, I remained on that island for many of your centuries, awaiting for a mated pair to rescue me."

"Oh, you poor dear!" said Annie. "So many long years! It must have been an endless torment."

"I do not sense the passage of time as do your kind, Mother Arianna. But I was gratified at your arrival. I sense much of the things that transpire in your world, and was able to exert my will in small ways, to influence outcomes of events, though imperfectly."

"How do you, mean, my dear Melonie?" asked Annie.

"Mother Arianna, I sensed that, of all women in this world, you were the one able to free me of my bondage to the fruit. I used my will to set in motion certain events, so that you would embark on the voyage of the H.M.S. Delight. That you would come to my Isle, and release me."

In our minds, we understood that Lady Arianna's landing on her Isle was not an accident! Somehow, Melonie had ordained those circumstances, and wove a tapestry of cause and effect, that led Annie to that place. The ship's course, the storm, Bill and Annie being swept overboard... somehow, it was all ordained by Melonie!

"S-so it was you who drew William and me to Our Isle?" Annie inquired.

"Mother Arianna, my scheme was incomplete. I may manipulate events, but we are not like the Omnipotent One. My will does not prevail, and only that One can pre-ordain a desired outcome. So it was not intended that I succeed in drawing the male of my selection, he to whom you were to be mated, the suitable progenitor, with whom you and he together would unlock the bond of my captivity, that I might be immediately dislodged from that melon state."

"B-but my dear, do you mean..." Annie began, starting to cry again, "Do you mean to say that my William was not that very man?"

"No Mother Arianna, the man William Gillingham was not the one whose penis would most suitably interlock with your vagina. He was not the one to whom I intended you to be mated, in order to effect my release. But such a worthy man your William was! Through him, you learned the true meaning of love, the value of a man who truly cared for you! And in so doing, I learned this lesson as well! And now I may share this lesson with my kin! That they may learn to love and care for each other, as they have never before learned. In this, I now apprehend the superior will of the Omnipotent One, that a greater purpose has been effected through my imprisonment in the melon."

I then understood that the Pxxx were a callous lot. They have no sense of love and compassion among them. They also have no notion of "lovemaking" as we humans understand. But Melonie learned these lessons through the example of William and Arianna, and all the other human couples who had ever partaken of the melon. And now Melonie wished to find her people, to share with them the human love of the heart and the body which she had learned through her experience with humanity.

"But Melonie, my sweet, why was not my William suitable to you?" wept Annie, mourning the memory of her late husband.

"Oh Mother, I required a woman to have certain qualities, and a man who fully possessed all the complementary qualities. With such a couple, the full effects of my abilities might be expressed, upon consuming the melon. Though you were such a woman, William Gillingham was not such a man."

In my mind, I understood that a genetic match was required between a man and a woman, in order for the full effects of the melon to be unleashed, so that Melonie could escape her inter-dimensional prison. This made a lot of sense. My late wife Diana and I had eaten a lot of the melon, though Diana's tits never got all that big. For that matter, my cock never grew to such outlandish sizes until I was with Annie. Apparently, Annie and I were closer as a mated pair, since we were finally able to dislodge Melonie from her melon state.

Others in our family who ate the melon had similar experiences, with some enlargement but nothing like Annie and me enjoyed. They would not either have been a "mated pair" who could have dislodged Melonie. Certainly no other women besides Annie had ever enjoyed the full extent of the amazing breast expanding properties of the melon, or had their tits swell to barrel-sized and even larger. And the less compatible they were, the less their parts would have enlarged while eating the melon. Melonie continued....

"However, I had foreseen the volcanic destruction of that island, and understood that my incorporeal existence would have ended, had the tangible melon been destroyed in that eruption. Through you and your William, you liberated my essence from that doomed Isle, and planted in me in new soil, in the Colorado mountains, and here on this new Isle, that my existence might continue until the time when I was finally dislodged."

I felt in my mind Melonie's gratitude to Annie and Bill for being rescued from that volcanic eruption back in 1853. But I also sensed that Melonie was holding something back, that there was something she was reluctant to share with Annie. By now, Annie was sobbing, her body wracked with grief.

"Melonie," spoke Annie between sobs, "you must explain... why was my man William unacceptable to you?"

"Oh Mother Arianna, I tried to escape my bonds with you and your man William. But I unable to do so while you were upon your Isle, and thus were you barren, unable to conceive any offspring. I tried again with you and your man, when you were up upon your mountain. I sought to prepare your bodies, to alter your nature that you might become suitable. I took you to the interstitial dimensional realm where I had been lodged, the void place where you have since come with Father Robert."

So THAT was the explanation for that white, empty place where the melon had taken Annie and me! This was the place where we went on our mountain honeymoon, when we became slime creatures, and again that time on Annie's birthday. This was Melonie's realm, where she had taken Annie and Bill in previous times. Melonie was trying to be conceived during those times, trying to alter our bodies, to make us compatible, in the hopes that our bodies would become a suitable portal to release from her inter-dimensional prison.

"I am sorry Mother, but your man William was simply not sufficiently compatible with you in the manner that I required. Thereafter did I release your womb to conceive your other babes with your husband. There was another male, the one whom I intended for you, but who failed to board the H.M.S. Delight on the morning of the ship's departure. But I could only influence the events, and the dereliction of his will thwarted my scheme."

Annie stopped crying, and looked at me. I understood her meaning. Annie's demeanor hardened, and her face contorted into a scowl.

"Go on, Melonie, please continue," said Annie, firmly.

Melonie hesitated, not wishing to cause Annie any further pain.

"Speak the name of that other man," commanded Annie.

"Robert Hezekiah Penton, Jr." replied our infant daughter, the wise, old Pxxx, to Annie's ultimate heartbreak.

Old Captain Bob! The best friend of her husband Bill, the man who rescued Annie and Bill from their Isle on the day of its destruction, after whom Annie had lusted for all those many years from that day forward. Captain Robert Penton, the old rascal, known for his wild ways with women, before settling down with his wife Millie, and becoming a successful businessman, and the patriarch of the Penton family, ancestor of my line. So Captain Bob was Annie's perfect match!

It was Captain Bob who also lusted after Annie, though he never made a move to tempt her honor, or to be unfaithful to his wife or betray his best friend. It was her unrequited longing for old Captain Bob and his cock that tormented Annie all those years, and ultimately drove her into my arms and my bed, being his namesake, and possessing an uncanny resemblance to the old pirate. So it was Captain Bob Penton who had been fated to join the crew of the H.M.S. Delight, and become Annie's mate instead of Bill Gillingham. Annie spoke, wiping away her tears....

"William had told me that his chum Robert had signed aboard the voyage of the Delight, but that he had overslept the morning of the ship's departure, having spent the previous night drunken in the bed of a harlot. I had long wondered what turn life might have taken had Robert been aboard the ship together with me, and had it been Bob with me instead, upon Our Isle."

Melonie looked thoughtfully at Annie, and drew a conclusion.

"Yes Mother Arianna, this question has long plagued your mind. You require resolution on this point. You need to understand that you would not have enjoyed a long and happy life, had my intended scheme unfolded. Rather, your life would have been short and evermore unhappy than you could ever have known. But you must know these things for yourself, and experience that which was not, the events that unfolded in a reality parallel to your own, along a life path which you yourself did not follow...."

A Different Tale of Her Isle

My head swirled and things got very misty, and it seemed like I was tumbling end over end, into a black void. Melonie did something, I don't know what, but this was her doing somehow. When my head cleared, I was standing, but not on level ground. The deck beneath my feet was pitching to one side and then another. A cool breeze blew under a crystal sky, and a scent of salt tinged my nostrils. I looked around, and saw that I was on an old-time wooden sailing ship! It was like being on a floating museum, everything looked perfect.

My perception shifted, and somehow this scene seemed normal and appropriate. I tried to recall the previous scene, where we were listening to Melonie's story, but that seemed strange and far-away and half-forgotten. I tried to recall the things of my own self, and knew that I was Bob Penton. But something was not right. My recollections were different, and were not as they should have been. This was not my life, though everything in my surroundings seemed familiar.

I was indeed Bob Penton, but somehow I was looking at things through the eyes of another Bob Penton. Melonie... what did she do? Somehow, I had become my namesake, my own great-great-great-grandfather, who lived long ago. This was his life, or some version thereof, that he might lived before. I was meant to walk out his experiences, to see things that he might have seen, to speak words that he would speak, and act out in the manner that he would, as if I were him, but possessing a vague, fading awareness that he and I were not the same person.

I was serving aboard the H.M.S Delight, a ship of the British Crown, earning my passage to Australia with my best chum, Billy Gillingham. I had nearly missed the ship on the morning of her departure, having passed an inebriated night in the company of a hired companion. But I did come aboard the ship in the nick of time, just as she weighed anchor.

We'd been aboard the Delight for some length of time, and the ship had only recently left port after laying over at a British colonial possession. It was a fine day, the tropical sun shone down, and the salt breeze was like an old friend. Oh look, there's old Bill right now, coming over to me across the pitching deck!

"Ho, Billy! What news do you bring?"

"Greetings, Bobby," replied my mate Bill. "I hear tell that the ship took on passengers back at port.... a young English noblewoman and her entourage."

"Do tell!" I replied, excited to learn that a female was now aboard.

"Aye indeed! She is young Lady Arianna, betrothed to the aged governor of a secluded rock in the Pacific. I gather she is quite a beauty."

"Well, my great thanks to you, Billy, I shall look forward to meeting Her Ladyship at my soonest opportunity."

And that opportunity arose before long. I espied her the next morning, upon deck, gazing out to the sea. The good Lady wore a hooped skirt that reached the deck, sleeves that extended to her delicate wrists, collar modestly buttoned to the top of her neck, a thick mane of sandy brown hair scooped atop her lovely head, with a parasol over one shoulder, held by a white-gloved hand.

Seen from behind, I first marveled at the narrow taper of her tiny waist, accentuated by the wide flare of her large hips. I believed she must have been agonizing in an over-tight corset. I could have never imagined that these unlikely proportions were her actual figure.

Her Ladyship turned her gaze from the sea towards myself. Her full red lips parted to reveal two rows of straight, white teeth, lips spread into a warm smile. She turned a shoulder to face me, presenting the full profile of her voluminous bosom, which projected far forward and occupied nearly the entire extent of her torso, down nearly to her waist.

I made bold to approach the comely Lady, and removed my hat, holding it in my hands.

"Good morning to you, Your Ladyship. I am Robert Penton, at your service."

Lady Arianna looked downward in a shy expression, and then looked up again, turning to me the emerald jewels of her eyes. My heart fluttered at the proximity to this woman of quality.

"And good morning to you, Mr. Penton," replied the gorgeous vision. Our eyes locked onto each other, and we exchanged a longing glance. I saw in the dazzling eyes of Lady Arianna a hunger, a yearning... a passion... a craving to be touched by a man, to be held by man, embraced, disrobed.... Many other desires did I see in those eyes, lewd, lascivious desires. Such desires did I share back to the Lady with my own eyes, until our mutual reverie was shattered.

"Get away, you jackass!" cursed one of Her Ladyship's bodyguards, rapping me over the head with a marlinspike, a foul blackguard, I later learned, by the name of Jeremy Bentworth. I bowed courteously to Lady Arianna, and took my leave, and we exchanged one more earnest smile before I departed.

I was not permitted to approach Her Ladyship thereafter, but on occasion, did I spy her from across the deck. A momentary glance would I steal, a quick wink that would raise a blush upon her fair face. The weeks of our voyage passed in this manner. And as opportunity would permit, would I play the lout to draw her gaze, and then impress her as I might with some feat of derring-do. I once climbed the shrouds, to the crows' nest, whooping and hollering, and then leaped from one shroud to another, as if I were a circus acrobat.

This stunt brought a smile to the lovely face, but garnered the scorn of all others, particularly her bodyguard, Bentworth. I was soundly upbraided by the captain himself, and warned sternly to attract no further attention from the Lady. But no man could command my heart, for I yearned to possess the lovely Lady Arianna, as she yearned to be possessed by me.

Once I was walking upon deck, and passed the hatch, when Lady Arianna stepped onto my path, from behind a wall. She was inexplicably alone, unaccompanied by her ever-present guard detail. The young noblewoman stood before me, and with great boldness, grabbed the front of my shirt with both her delicate hands, and drew my face towards hers. She placed her mouth upon mine, and parted her lips, her tongue eagerly reaching out to touch mine own, after the manner of the French!

So taken aback was I by this brazen act, otherwise I might have clutched the gorgeous Lady and ravished her right there upon the deck. After but a moment, rough hands were upon me, pulling me away, punching and manhandling my person. I received a stern lashing that day, upon deck, before the assembled crew, that I might become an example to the men, lest any others contemplate a forward advance upon our lovely passenger.

That night, a violent gale did arise. The riggings had been left unsecured, and I was selected for the fatal task of securing them, having garnered the disfavor of the ship's officers. I was set upon the slippery deck, shirtless and barefoot, with the ship tossing and heaving, the ocean raging on all sides. Tools and barrels carelessly left unsecured slid from one end of the deck to the other. Walls of water towered above, level with the masts far over the deck. I labored hard against the wind and waves, more often than not hanging on for life.

In a fateful moment, the ship's doors burst open, and who should appear upon deck but Lady Arianna herself, unaccompanied! She gazed around at the enormous swells surrounding the ship, and a look of stunned horror passed over her lovely face.

"Your Ladyship, you must get back inside!" I bellowed over the wind.

I leaped forward to take hold of the precious jewel, that I might manhandle her and carry her back inside to safety. But fate intervened in that moment, and the ship pitched abruptly as a mighty surge crashed across the deck. Swept overboard together, I held Lady Arianna closely, thrashing furiously that we might both obtain the surface.

Somehow, I know not how, but my arm found an object in the water. I strained mightily to hold onto this object. It proved to be a barrel, a sealed one at that, so as to remain buoyant upon the surface. I clutched Lady Arianna with one arm and hung onto that barrel with the other, and managed to keep the good Lady's head above water.

I swam for what seemed as days, to the extent of my endurance, and suddenly the waves deposited us both upon the shore of an Isle. Washed onto the sands of a beach, Lady Arianna coughed prodigiously, as she cleared her lungs of the remnants of the sea.

I glanced up, puzzled, for the sun's rays shown down where mere moments before was the blackness of the storm. I looked back at the sea, and the waters were settling. The dark cloud of the storm was sighted to the east, receding quickly. It would seem the storm drove the ship near the Isle, depositing me not far from shore. The Delight itself was not to be seen, no doubt impelled along and quickly out of sight by the fierce wind and waves.

Summoning the last of my strength, I raised the limp form of Her Ladyship in my arms, and carried her to a clearing away from the shore, on a grassy patch, under some trees. There I reclined the young noblewoman, drenched though she was from her adventure amidst the waves, the many layers of her clothing utterly saturated. Lady Arianna awoke from a delirium, and still coughing, cleared her throat again, and turned her lovely face toward mine, her large emerald green eyes open in wonderment.

"Mr. Penton?" she said, appearing dazed, glancing to and fro.

A broad smile broke out upon her face with the light of recognition.

"Mr. Penton! What has happened? What is this place?"

But I was unable to reply to the Lady, so utterly exhausted I was from my labors in the sea, my back searing from the lashing laid thereupon. Her Ladyship was safe, and thus had I attained my goal, having rescued her from the fury of the storm. Kneeling at her side, I was overtaken with fatigue, and collapsed onto the ground, unconsciousness descending upon my overwrought form.

* * * * *

I slept as a dead man, and my weary form recouped its strength from this rest. Through my dreams, a melodic voice was heard, calling my name, over and over. I felt a sensation of delicate fingers stroking my hair, and kisses being placed upon my brow.

"Mr. Penton? Are you well? Oh Mr. Penton! Robert! Please do answer, My Sweet!"

I opened my eyes to the most pleasant of sights. The lovely face of Lady Arianna looked down upon mine from above, the comely visage presented against the blue of the tropical sky, seen through the shade of the trees along the shore. I determined that my body reclined against Her Ladyship's lap, and that my head was cradled betwixt her bosom. She smiled brightly to see my eyes opened.

I sat up with a start, not immediately recalling the place or the circumstances. I looked about and noted the island setting, and remembered our earlier adventure in the sea. I observed the shadows and concluded that the sun had advanced at least four hours while I slumbered. It was now near midday, the morning nearly spent. I turned again toward Her Ladyship, and such a vision of loveliness greeted my eyes.

Lady Arianna sat next to me, but she did not appear as I had seen her last. Her hair was taken down, and hung loosely about her shoulders, now dried from the sunshine and tropic breeze. A fuscia-colored flower adorned her sandy locks, highlighting her innate beauty. The emerald jewels of the young Lady's eyes glittered and danced as I returned her gaze. Somehow, her beauty had been multiplied, her features more delicate, her creamy skin veritably aglow with health and vigor, possessing no flaw, as if she were no longer mortal, but the vision of Aphrodite herself.

Casting my eyes downward, I espied that the Lady had shed her sodden garments, and presented herself clad only in her chemise, which I judged to be her undermost nether garment. Moreover, the chemise had had the sleeves torn away, so that her arms were now bare, and was also rent above the knee, that her creamy limbs were revealed!

But such was not all that could be said, for the chemise was of a sheer fabric, and fully revealed the Lady's charms that resided underneath. Her bosom, now unhindered from the concealing layers of her former attire, appeared considerably more ample that when modestly clothed. My eyes landed upon the pink tips that adorned Lady Arianna's fulsome breasts, utterly unconcealed by the negligible garment, which clung tightly against her abundant bosom. Moreover, the chemise had a deeply scooped neckline, with frills at its edge, that revealed a considerable length of the delightful cleave that separated the soft globes of tender flesh.

In all, Her Ladyship's demeanor was most brazen, and she effected modesty not in the least. The young flower reveled in presenting her native beauty to my eager eyes. I adjudged that young Lady Arianna was already well-versed in the voluptuous arts, her maidenhood long discarded, her virginity but a distant memory, rather instead a strumpet of considerable promiscuous experience.

Lady Arianna spoke teasingly as I admired her considerable charms.

"Mr. Penton! You arise at last! I am utterly in your debt, for you have rescued me from the sea! However might I repay you?"

With that, Her Ladyship brought together her shoulders, that her arms pressed together her wondrous globes, compressing them forward before my appreciative gaze. A smile spread over my face, as another shone brightly upon the Lady's. I inclined myself toward her to make an amorous advance, but Lady Arianna drew herself back.

"Tut tut, Mr. Penton! You must first recover your strength! I have prepared a midday repast, that we might partake together."

With that, Lady Arianna swept her hand to one side, showing the place where our meal was prepared. Lady Arianna arose and stepped to her place at the other side. I made to rise myself, but collapsed again, so depleted I remained from my earlier exertions. But from that vantage, I was able to observe Her Ladyship in motion, the full length of her creamy lower limbs revealed, her shapely calves and plump thighs, her bare feet and well-formed toes that stepped over the grass. Her sheer garment revealed every lineament of her curvaceous form, that I might behold the narrow taper of her waist, and the ripe swell of her bottom.

As Lady Arianna took her seat, I observed the overflowing abundance of her bosom. Through the transparent chemise, I could observe the pendulous sway of her glorious breasts, the shape and size of the fulsome orbs, how they quivered with Her Ladyship's every slight movement. Lady Arianna flashed a smile as I gazed admiringly at her form. Though ravenous with hunger, I anxiously awaited to dispense with the formality of this meal, that I might satisfy the other appetite whetted by the sight of the Lady's comely form.

Set before me were various nuts, roots and other edible items, and a large pile of sliced sections of a fruit that appeared to be a type of melon. Its rind was the color of flesh, and it emitted a sweet, milky aroma.

"Mr. Penton, I trust you will find this meal most refreshing," explained Lady Arianna. "Earlier did I sample the local produce, and I expect you will find it most invigorating!"

I drew myself into a sitting position across from Lady Arianna, and enjoyed the sight of the lovely damsel with the sea to her back, the waves behind her, crashing onto the white sands of the beach. Her Ladyship indicated that we should begin with the nuts and roots, and I followed her example.

"During your slumber, I explored this Isle. There is an ample supply of victuals of a large variety... and a particularly large bounty of this melon. We are well provisioned for an indefinite stay upon this Isle, should the Delight fail to return."

"That is most reassuring to learn, M'Lady," I spoke, tenderly. My manhood tingled under my breaches, relishing the prospect of being marooned upon hereon Isle with the gorgeous vision.

"I did indeed partake of the melon while you rested, Mr. Penton," counseled the Lady. "I judged it to be quite the curative for your convalescence. I tried for hours thereafter to rouse you, Mr. Penton, but you were most insensate. I feared you might arise never again."

"Many thanks for your concern, M'Lady," I replied. "Does my awakening now meet with your approval?"

"Oh, indeed so, Mr. Penton," teased Lady Arianna. "I was utterly enraptured with anticipation for the hour of your arousal! Oh, and speaking of arousing, please do indulge in the slices of melon! I believe that they will hasten the latter purpose!"

I raised a melon slice from the large pile set before me, at least several melons worth. It tasted sweet upon my lips. But then I was seized with a ravenous hunger. My heart pounded and breath bated heavily. I gobbled one slice, and then another. Lady Arianna did the same, urgently devouring the melon slices. Though our table manners were abominable, it did not take long for Lady Arianna and I to consume the entire pile.

A most arousing curative indeed! My limbs were suddenly invigorated, and the stinging upon my back instantly subsided. But that was not all, for a deep throbbing was felt in my groin, and my cock began to swell, becoming erect. I wondered how to proceed, how my enlarging member might be concealed, when I observed the peculiar response of Lady Arianna.

Her Ladyship began to whimper, as if in pain, and placed a hand at her brow. I feared her to be in pain, as if poisoned by the fruit. She made to rise, and gained her feet. I stood and rushed to her side, placing a hand on her waist and another at her elbow, to steady her, lest she falter. Lady Arianna moaned piteously, and her breathing increased. Then my eyes beheld the most astounding sight!

Underneath her chemise did Lady Arianna's bosom commence to swell! The thin fabric drew taut as the wondrous globes thereunder increased! Compressed behind the sheer cloth, the pink tips of the Lady's nipples protruded, their diameter increasing apace with that of the tender spheres.

I stood in wonderment at this marvel, gazing at the expanding breasts of the lovely jewel. But she cried out as if in agony, and threw back her head, that her sandy locks were tossed back. Her breathing became labored, as if she were choking. I clutched Lady Arianna by the arms, as her inflating bosom compressed tightly under the garment, rolls of breast flesh extruding through the opening at her neckline.

In her present state, the chemise was strangling Her Ladyship! I knew not what else I might do, except seize the edges of the garment with both mine hands and rend it asunder. With a loud tear, the neckline ripped from top to bottom. The ruined chemise fell to the sand, and the voluminous bounty of Lady Arianna's nudity stood unveiled before my eyes.

Her Ladyship's magnificent breasts were presented before my eager eyes. The mounds of glorious flesh hung momentarily in the air, and then gently fell downward, a single great bounce, and then another, as the quivering globes found their new places at her hips. Each splendorous sphere had swelled to a size greater than the Lady's lovely head, that I might not encompass a single one with both hands. Indeed, the effect of our melon repast was to make her teats become as melons in their own right, each of such a size and volume to hang down to the wide swell of her hips, and both tipped with soft, pink knobs the size of a plum, each set at the center of two shiny roseate rings, the diameter of a saucer.

I might have stood forever in stunned rapture, gazing upon the enthralling sight of the gorgeous young woman standing before me in the flower of her nudity. I reached up my hands to cup those soft globes thereunder. An electrical jolt shivered down my spine at the sensation of the yielding flesh. My cock tingled furiously in my trousers at the supple fullness grasped by my fingers. The vision of Aphrodite had recovered from her travail, and moaned in delight, placing her hands upon mine, guiding them to stroke over the velvet surfaces of her nipples.

"Robert!" gasped Arianna, "oh, you rogue most vile! You have stripped away the clothing from my naked form! And now you presume to fondle my bosom! Oh, you errant beast! Oh, you most delightful blackguard!"

"My glorious Arianna! You are magnificent to behold! Beyond mere words!"

With not another word spoken, the resplendent vision hurled her nude form against my person, compressing her wondrous orbs against my bare chest, and encircling my neck with her arms. Arianna pressed her open mouth against mine, and urgently thrust her tongue into my mouth, discovering my own.

Arianna leaned against me with such force that I stumbled, falling backwards onto the soft grass. The salacious strumpet wiggled her tender body against me as her tongue wrangled with mine, compressing her magnificent mounds of flesh against my chest. My hands explored her soft contours, stroking her smooth back, ever downward to fondle her plumb buttocks, probing the moist folds of her nethers.

Arianna was as one ignited! She withdrew her mouth from mine, and slid her form downward, rubbing her voluminous teats along my chest, 'til she found my tattered breeches. Gathering the fabric in both hands, she rent my trousers apart, that my engorged phallus stood revealed. Arianna's eyes widened, as well they should, for a monstrous shank towered upwards from my loins, over a foot and half again. Alarmed was I to observe the effects of the melon upon my own privy parts, though still reeling was I from the enlargement of Arianna's breasts.

"Ho!" bellowed the young girl, as one drunken, her dainty fingers stroking my thick shaft. "Long have I yearned to discover a man's penis! Yet such a boon it is to encounter yours at the first, My Robert! For I had nary an inkling that such an organ could be so enormous!"

I had no chance to consider her words when Arianna swallowed my engorged cock into her lovely mouth. Waves of pleasance washed over me, drowning me in erotic ecstasy as I pondered that this wanton trollop was in fact a maiden of purity, and that my own cock was actually the first one that she had tasted.

Lack of experience notwithstanding, Arianna performed magic upon my palpitating phallus, slobbering up and down while stroking the thick trunk with her fingers, moaning passionately with lewd fervor. While her lips and tongue caressed my throbbing member, her hands yanked down upon my ruined breeches, ’til they came free of my legs, that I should join the lovely vision in perfect nudity.

Evermore did Arianna's sweet mouth engulf the thick trunk, while her fingers stroked about my enlarged testicles, which had waxed in proportion to that my penis, hanging down on the grass betwixt my spread limbs.

Such ardor had the sweet virgin provoked within my shanks that its culmination rapidly approached. I raised the sandy-locked head off my member, amid Arianna's stern protests, and drew her voluptuous form upwards against mine.

Arianna's enormous globes of tender flesh dangled over my face, the tips of her pink buds brushing against my nose and lips. Arianna playfully batted her jiggling orbs against my face, swaying them back and forth. I hesitated not in the least, and grabbed a ripe sphere with both hands, and drew it to my lips. Arianna screamed with delight as I swallowed the pink tip within my mouth, as my tongue danced and circled around her tender nipple.

"Oh Robert! Oh, my handsome rogue, oh you lascivious villain, oh that feels so wonderful! Ooooohhhh! Oh, I had no idea that such pleasure was obtainable! Oh, my teats!"

Arianna gasped and moaned, and bellowed out the sounds of her ecstatic rapture. I rendered equal attention to that nipple's twin, that her moans redoubled and multiplied. Arianna's head rolled backwards, and lolled from one side to the other, as my tongue dandled about from one swollen nipple to the other. It seemed as though the plumb knobs of flesh increased evermore, still swelling into my mouth as I caressed them with my lips.

Indeed, Arianna's creamy mams grew ever large and heavy, sagging down onto my face, and flowing over the sides thereof. Her anxious groans increased in frequency and intensity. I suckled intently upon her nipples, wrestling both swelling buds into my mouth, that I might stimulate them both at once. I drew a heavy draught upon her paps, when a dam burst up inside! A flood of sweet lactation was let down therefrom!

"OH! OH MY TEATS! Oh Robert, how you suckle forth upon the tender paps! I am overcome!"

Arianna was out of her head with erotic bliss as I suckled forth at her teats, my hands fondling and kneading the tender globes. Her panting became more frantic as I suckled thereupon, and Arianna rubbed her sopping nethers against the shaft of my enlarged cock. I then felt a tightening of her flowers against my cock, which exploded forth with a wet spray. Another followed therealong, and then another, as Arianna experienced the peak of gratification while I suckled at her bosom.

In that, I wasted no time. Arianna's hips were circling over my groin, rotating upon my engorged penis. I moved my own hips, 'til my cock's head was positioned so that her flowers were suitably aligned, and urged my powerful organ into the moist furrow. Arianna shrieked a blood-curdling shriek, as I feared that I punctured the treasured flower.

"AHHHH!! OH ROBERT! OH, FUCK ME ROBERT!"

I required no further enjoinder. I thrust my hips upwards, making Arianna scream afresh. Again and again did my hips slap against Arianna's spread limbs, as I continued suckling at her magnificent teats. Back and forth did my cock piston inside Arianna's sweetest place. Then a fresh sensation came ahold, as if I were falling. It seemed as though Arianna and I ascended into the air, as if the earth lost its hold upon us, that the Isle receded below us.

Arianna was no longer mounted upon me, nor was I mounted atop her, as there was no more top or bottom. I held Arianna closely about the hips, and she wrapped her creamy limbs around my person, as we shot upwards into the sky. Still did I suckle the sweet flow from Arianna's teats, and still did she bellow forth her pleasance as the blue sky became black as night, though a sun did yet shine. I sensed my cock growing ever longer, as Arianna's secret place became as deep maw to engulf my swelling organ.

"OH ROBERT! YOUR COCK! YOUR MIGHTY COCK! UP INSIDE ME!"

Thrust upon thrust, we climbed to the mountaintop of ecstasy, as the stars of night flew past us, diminishing under us, as we ascended to the pinnacle of erotic fury. I sensed that my penis was as a key, and Arianna's secret place a keyhole. Our tender parts interlocked, became perfectly suited, as our coupling obtained perfection. Never was my cock caressed so perfectly in a female's flowers, and never did I cause a female to bellow forth so perfectly in carnal pleasure as did Arianna.

Our surroundings grew brighter and hotter, as the heat and brightness of our sexual fury escalated. An explosion issued forth from my cock, as no other, which was consumed within Arianna. A torrent issued forth from my manhood, again and again. Arianna grew silent, her body gone limp, as darkness overtook me as well.

I awoke on the grass of the shore, my arms still wrapped around Arianna, my cock still up within her nethers. I kissed her face to rouse her. She moaned lightly and stirred, and I kissed her neck, stroking her face with my fingers.

"Ooohhh... Oh, what has happened?" whispered Arianna. "Is she dislodged? Yes, she is indeed dislodged."

I knew not what these words meant, for Arianna seemed delirious. Yet somehow, for reasons unbeknownst, the truth of her statement struck home with me.

"Arianna!" I urged, kissing her face and neck. "Arianna, my sweet! Awaken!"

"Robert?" began Arianna, puzzled. "Did we...?"

"Yes, my darling, we did! You are most glorious!"

"Oh Robert! T-that was... ethereal... most sublime! W-why I had no idea that such were the ways of men and women! That coupling with a man could be so... resplendent! Oh Robert, instruct me in the ways of love! Stay with me forever, here upon this enchanted Isle!"

This would be heart's desire. I would gladly trade away all to be stranded on a deserted isle with a lusty, gorgeous, naked woman possessing gigantic teats such as Arianna.

"My heart, you require no instruction from me! I will gladly remain with you forever upon this Isle! But there was nothing to compare with that experience! It was indeed that melon! It possesses some rare virtues that enhance the amatory arts."

"And not just the arts themselves, but in our persons as well!"

With that, Arianna rolled atop me again, and her bosom was overflowing. Each enormous sphere was upwards of two feet across, and rested upon my chest as she sat up. Each pink bud of her nipples was the size of an orange, and set within a shiny rose-colored circle of her areole, the size of a dinner plate.

"And what of your own powerful organ?" inquired the freshly-deflowered maiden. With that, Arianna raised her hips from mine, and withdrew a greatly elongated phallus from the folds of her secret place. My cock was at least two feet in length, and so thick in girth that the lovely girl could barely encircle its shaft with both hands. It was covered in a thick coating of my sticky seed, from its tip to my crotch, veritably dripping with a viscous layer of the white cream.

"And such a masterful penis it is!" spoke Arianna, as she stroked the slimy trunk, which remained fully erect, though having just performed hard duty. Then Arianna surprised me, for she opened her sweet mouth upon my beslimed member, and suckled it therein. Arianna licked and lapped at the seed all up and down my engorged penis, as though she was ravenous for the pungent fluid. I reclined onto the shore grass as Arianna's lips and tongue imparted pleasure to my member.

Having cleaned away all the semen with her mouth, Arianna then took her fulsome breasts, and encircled my elongated penis with their velvet softness. Arianna heaved her incredible mammaries up and down upon the shaft, igniting a fresh round of erotic passion. But in this, she performed this loving service strictly for my benefit, for I could do nothing but lay back and enjoy the pleasures that she imparted to me.

Up and down went the fleshy bags of feminine softness, displaying skillful craft for a girl only having just surrendered her virginity. Under Arianna's tender ministrations, another culmination soon approached. Then she released her supple globes, and reapplied her mouth to my throbbing organ, licking and suckling it all about.

Her mouth was tightly affixed to my cock's head as it spurt forth the ejaculate. Shot upon shot ejected into Arianna's eager mouth. She gulped down for all her worth, but the melon-induced flood of my seed did not abate, and soon did exceed her capacity. A thick spurt shot into Arianna's face, and then another. The girl gasped for breath as my organ discharged an unending supply of seed into her face.

Her face was coated, and her hair was befouled, heaps of viscous semen piled upon her shoulders, and splattered upon her teats. Still, Arianna held my cock next to her smiling face, stroking in evermore, prolonging the ongoing ejaculation, she allowing the hot gushes to further splat upon her cheeks, and flow downward upon her other parts. I could do nothing but lie prone, overwhelmed by the never-ending flood of my seed which propelled into Arianna's exultant face.

"Oh Robert," enthused Arianna, "Is there no end to this enchanted issue from your mighty penis?"

And with that, my magnificent experience with Arianna was ripped away. Arianna shrieked in terror as she was pulled abruptly from my cock. Clubs pounded me from all over before I could open my eyes. Rough hands raised me to my feet, while fists and implements buffeted my person.

"You revolting swine!" bellowed an angry male voice. "You dare to defile your betters!"

I looked up through the hail of fists and clubs to see the foul visage of Jeremy Bentworth, the head of Arianna's bodyguard detail. Arianna and I had been discovered by the crew of the H.M.S. Delight!

Arianna was being whisked away, covered in a blanket. But my newly-consummated lover was resisting, endeavoring to run back toward me. She pulled away from her manhandlers, and shed the blanket, standing nude before the company of crewmen from the Delight.

"Robert! Oh My Robert! Unhand him, you brutes! I command you! He is my paramour.... m-my very own beloved husband!"

Mocking guffaws of laughter were Arianna's only reply. She stood there naked, her enormous breasts bouncing and swaying, as she quaked with anger and frustration, her face, hair and shoulders still befouled with a thick coating of my semen. The blanket was thrown over her again, and a crowd of men rushed her toward the landing boat, which was waiting upon the shore. I was now alone with my tormentors.

"What is it?" cried a voice that I recognized as that little weasel, Reg Whimbsley.

"It is the villain's own monstrous cock, you cretin! That foul implement which he used to defame Her Ladyship!"

After that, I recalled nothing, as blackness overtook me, and I succumbed to the beating. I awoke aboard ship, driven to consciousness by the pain upon my back. My hands and feet were bound to the yardarm, and I was being lashed once again. I looked over and saw my chum Billy Gillingham, standing aloof, among the other crewmen, witnessing my punishment, for having deflowered the young, chaste noblewoman, betrothed to a man of her peers. A few lashes more and then I lost consciousness again. I awoke once more to feel the rope upon my neck, as I was raised above the deck, my legs thrashing and kicking as I slowly strangled. Black mists descended over my vision and all was dark and silent.

* * * * *

The mists cleared and I was back in the living room with Annie, Hoku and little Melonie. Annie was sobbing violently, nearly hysterical. She looked up and all around, not yet realizing where she was. Then she looked at me, and sobbed all the more.

"Oh Bob! You were killed! Those murderous brutes killed you! Our life together had only just commenced, and it was cut short by those imbeciles aboard the Delight! Oh my! So long ago, and yet it was as if it had just transpired!"

"Mother Arianna," spoke Melonie with her tiny voice, "you have just experienced the reality you had long craved, if it had been you and the elder Robert Penton stranded aboard the Isle."

"B-but why did events play out as they did? How were we discovered by the crew of the Delight? Why did we not remain thereupon for many years thereafter, as did William and I?"

"In your reality, I concealed the Isle from the ship, so that you were not discovered that day, but that you might later rescue me from the volcano. But in this alternative iteration of events, I was dislodged by you and Robert Penton during your coupling. I had no need to conceal the Isle from your ship. He was executed and you were delivered to your Governour, having conceived me by then, and bearing my tiny form within yourself."

"Y-you mean that I became that old boffin's wife in the end?" inquired Annie. "Why, that would have been dreadful!"

"No Mother Arianna, you did not. The Governour turned you out in disgrace, for having violated yourself with your low-born suitor. You were deposited upon the next ship bound for Sydney, pregnant and penniless. I was born aboard that ship, and soon fled you to rejoin my people, once I gathered sufficient strength. I had no compassion for you in that iteration of events, as you were but a mere vessel to serve my purpose, and I cared not in the least what became of you. As mentioned earlier, I only came to learn of human love and compassion during our long years together, from you and your husband William."

"I am gratified to have been your teacher, that you have learned such lessons," replied Annie. "But what became of me in that other life not lived? How did I fare?"

"Quite poorly, I am sorry to say," replied Melonie, sympathetically. "Once I departed, you were bereft of all things, having lost your beloved Robert, and then his child. You were driven mad by your travails. With no means of support, and then endowed with an overample bosom and an insatiable libidinous nature, you earned your bread by giving in to your base impulses.

"You gained local renown as Lady Arianna, the Mad Whore of Sydney, a most popular harlot upon the wharves and taverns of that town. But your fame did not endure, for you soon acquired syphilis, and became evermore insane, and perished in your ravings, only three short years after your arrival.

"Most sadly, you were sought by William Gillingham, who wished to atone for his chum's deeds. In that reality, William wished to make you his bride, and deliver you from your ill-reputed profession. But you spurned him, scoffing in his loving face, demeaning him as a milksop, and rejecting him utterly. He soon died of a broken heart, and then you followed in your time."

"Oh no, that is horrible!" spoke Annie.

"And worse were the events that followed. None of the children were born of either the Gillingham or Penton lines. Moreover, without the financial influence of Robert and William, the American economy developed along a different path, becoming a weaker nation. When the enemy powers arose in Europe and Asia in that iteration of the 20th century, the United States was too feeble to stand, and the nation was conquered, along with the rest of your world. It is a good thing for many reasons that you were shipwrecked with William instead of Robert, Mother Arianna."

"Oh, my William!" wailed Annie into the empty air. "You were always so good and wise, My Beloved Husband! And I was such a faithless slut, to have taken your love for granted!" Annie buried her head in her hands and cried for a long while afterwards.

"Melonie," I asked while Annie wept, "How was I able to dislodge you? And why did it take so long?"

"Father Robert," Melonie replied, "you possessed many of the qualities of your forebear. But you were not a perfect match for Mother Arianna. Your penis was not entirely suitable to interlock with her vagina. I tried several times to modify your bodies, that they might become sufficiently compatible. On your mountain honeymoon, when your bodies became elemental, red and slimy, and the other times when you entered my featureless domain.

"Finally, I poured all my essence into the black melon, and though your coupling was prolonged and difficult, never suitably interlocking, it nevertheless served to crack open a portal from my realm. But Mother Arianna nearly ruined everything with her lewd impulses!"

With that, Annie looked up from her weeping, her green eyes bleary with tears.

"H-how do you mean, sweet Melonie?" inquired Annie.

"A mated pair was required!" flared Melonie, displaying a fearsome show of anger. "I required you to be a loyal wife to your young husband! It was very difficult enough to modify your aged body for childbearing! It required all my effort just to preserve your youth! But then you used my abilities to indulge your worst cravings! You performed oral sex upon those male audiences in Nevada and Louisiana! And you brought strange men to my inter-dimensional abode! Those interlopers, intruders who you invited unwelcome into my realm! And you deceived Father Robert into bringing strange women to that place as well! You nearly destroyed me with your unbridled lust!"

Melonie scolded Annie for provoking those "mindfucking" episodes in Miami and New Orleans, when she took strangers to fuck in Melonie's realm, and induced me to do the same.

"Then you embarked upon that spree of infidelity in New Orleans! All those men you touched that day, who touched you! All those penises you sucked! You did a terrible thing, Mother Arianna! Both to Father Robert and myself! For I required you both to be a mated pair, pure and devoted to each other, in order to be dislodged! But then you did not learn the lesson, and violated your young husband's trust yet again in London! And you unleashed the fury of my power upon your enemy! You nearly destroyed us both with your folly! I could barely preserve your life and my own!"

Melonie seemed to grow larger and the room darkened, as she loomed over Annie for nearly ending her existence with her careless, selfish indulgence. Annie cowered in fright, having no idea until that very moment of the trouble she created.

"I took one last chance, here upon the Isle, and infused all of my essence into the black melon. In so doing, I reversed time utterly, as you expanded into your realm. I returned your body to an earlier age, before you ever encountered me upon the first Isle, and restored your purity and innocence. In this way, your virginity was recreated, and your bodies sufficiently altered so that your vagina might suitably interlock with Father's penis.

"But it was still difficult, as your bodies were not perfectly aligned. It required an additional labor, that you endured pain and struggle in the effort. Nonetheless, you and Father were finally able to dislodge me from my interstitial prison between the realms, within the fiery cauldron of your universes’ beginning. But had that scheme failed, I would have been unmade... as would you all."

With this, Melonie relented, and she became herself again, a little pixie baby like she was before. We all caught our breath, as we understood the magnitude of the events in which we had participated.

"Melonie," began Hoku, who had been quietly listening to all these astounding revelations. "Something is still not right. I can sense it."

"Ah, you are most perceptive, Mother Elizabeth," replied Melonie.

"Why do you keep calling me that, Melonie?" answered Hoku. To that, Melonie just signed.

"You are such finite, linear creatures, Mother Elizabeth. There are so many things that are difficult to explain in terms you would understand.

"I am not the Omnipotent One!" exclaimed Melonie. "I can only urge intended outcomes, not ensure them! Had Mother Arianna taken you to Colorado as I had ordained, Mother Elizabeth, none of these difficulties need to have come to pass!"

We all shuddered in that moment, as we understood that the borders of our reality were not concrete, but were fuzzy and undefined, and as malleable as the fleshy pillows of Annie's soft breasts.

" Y-you mean...?" began Annie.

"Yes, Mother Arianna, as you have long understood. It was intended that you take your young adopted daughter with you to America in 1975. But you nurtured other desires. You wished to spite your husband for his own virtual infidelities, for all the women that he himself had taken uninvited to my realm! You secretly wished to embark even then on a spree of debauchery!"

Annie's face turned white at the revelation. But Melonie continued.

"Indeed, Mother Arianna! Your topless dance at that music concert was just the beginning! You intended even then to parade about in the nude, to expose your body in photos and film, and to suckle the penises of every man you could acquire! You deliberately dressed provocatively at your family reunion in Loveland, knowing well that the boy whose presence you sensed would be drawn to you! You knew then that your lust for Captain Bob could yet be indulged!"

So even then, Annie knew that I was out there in the world, even when I was just a boy of 15! That "virtual blowjob" she gave me was all a part of her master plan! Annie sat there, her eyes cast downwards, humiliated to have her dark secret exposed to Hoku and me by our infant daughter, born of the melon.

"S-so you're saying...." began Hoku, "Melonie, you're saying that you intended for me to be at the Gillingham family reunion in 1975?"

"Yes, Mother Elizabeth. Had you been present, you and Father Robert would have met that day. Mother Arianna would have conducted herself with modesty and decorum, and all subsequent events would have followed a different path."

Hoku and I looked at each other with excitement, both of us realizing the implications of Melonie's words, exchanging a meaningful glance. Melonie read our minds and spoke our thoughts out loud.

"Yes, Father Robert, it would have been as you and Mother Elizabeth have surmised. You two had been selected as the mated pair that would have unlocked my prison, to dislodge me from my place between the realms. It was you both who should have become my parents in this generation. However, in her blind lust to obtain a proxy of the penis of her unrequited paramour, Mother Arianna selected you for herself. In so doing, I was nearly undone, my plans nearly thwarted. Thankfully, you and she were nevertheless successful."

"Oh Melonie," spoke Annie, a grave sound of heavy weariness in her voice. "My dear daughter, my oldest and most beloved friend, who I never knew truly before today... I cannot express my bitter regret at these revelations. Had I merely an inkling! I would have gladly done all in my power to effect your release! By any means available! I would have gladly matched these fine children, who have now belatedly discovered their love!"

"Oh Bob! And dearest Hoku! What might I do to atone for my selfishness? Oh, I am nothing but a foolish crone, my years long spent, yet remaining on! The demon of lascivious desire has long impelled me to seek personal pleasure above all else! But I was not always such as this! I was once a young girl myself, overflowing with love for my man, my nipples tingling evermore, awaiting his sensual touch! That I denied that pleasure to you both, who were meant to be! I am but a foolish old meddler, deserving of neither your love nor forgiveness."

"Oh Mother, please don't speak that way!" cried Hoku. "Of course we forgive you, don't we Bob?"

"Sure, Annie," I replied, "I understand, and of course I forgive you. I'm honored that you wanted me in the first place. You were my first love! Thanks for all that we shared, and all those wild adventures! We sure had a hell of a good time, didn't we?"

Annie smiled warmly at me, thankful that Hoku and I had forgiven her. It's really not Annie's fault that she's a hypersexual, insatiable nymphomaniac. As she herself said so many times, her relentless sex drive is like an exquisite torture for her. In spite of our troubles, having sex with Annie and her incredible expanding tits really was a sublime, transcendental experience.

"Come with me, Mother Arianna! My time in your realm grows short, and I must soon depart!"

"But where am I to go? What am I to do? My years have already exceeded their lot, and I have overspent my welcome on this earth! Depart, fair pixie! Withdraw your enchantment at last! Abandon me thus to my fate!"

"Mother Arianna, I do not propose that you journey with me alone! There is one here who is already accompanying me, and he would like you to travel with him as his companion."

With that, the room shimmered, and a golden light appeared at the far end of the room. Within the golden light, a human figure was discerned. Melonie hovered above her bed and floated over to the glow. The glow coalesced and the shape of a naked man was observed.

"William?" gasped Annie, astonished. "William, is that you?"

"Yes My Beloved Arianna, it is I, your husband William."

"But... but how can this be? I saw you aged and infirm! You died, and I beheld your lifeless corpse! I buried you myself! How can you be here, now? Are you but my late husband's ghost?"

"He is no ghost, Mother Arianna, no disembodied spirit. Your kind is so finite... so linear.... There is no way to make you understand, except to assure you that this is the living man himself, your husband, William Gillingham, his youth and vigor preserved by my influence, as it had been since that day you were castaway together upon the Isle."

"Arianna," spoke her husband William. "I apologize deeply for straying from your love, lo those many years thence. My heartfelt regrets do I extend to you for having taken those other women into Melonie's featureless realm. It is I who nearly thwarted Melonie's plan, for you merely imitated my example from revenge, motivated to return to me in kind.

"Trust that I have suffered a most fitting penance, for I have observed your carousings of late, with this young man, my chum's descendent and namesake, and also your own unfaithful dalliances with the other children of this time. Know that it grieved my heart to witness my beloved wife having carnal knowledge with so many other men, playing the slut with impunity, knowing well that I garnered this purgatory by mine own actions."

"Oh William," spoke Annie, as she rose, and stepped toward the light. "Forgive me, My Beloved Husband."

"And do forgive me, My Voluptuous Vixen," replied William.

Annie stepped into the light, and embraced her husband of many years. A bright glow emanated from the spot as William and Arianna kissed, as he wrapped his arms around her, and clutched a massive breast in his hand, fondling her plump bottom with his other. The light grew brighter and brighter, and a high-pitched whine issued forth from the spot. The light became too bright to bear, the sound became an earsplitting wail. And then the light suddenly went out, and William and Arianna were gone.

A Different Life

The room was now empty, except for Hoku and me. Melonie was gone, as she left unseen with her mother. I looked at Hoku, and she at me, and we were both astounded by the events we had just witnessed.

"She... she's gone!" spoke Hoku softly. "Just like that! My mother Arianna is gone! She left me without even a goodbye!" Then Hoku began to cry.

I placed my arm around Hoku, and she buried her face into my chest. I sat there on the floor of the living room, all alone with Hoku, my arms wrapped around her, as she poured out her grief.

"Hoku.... she's not dead, you know," said I, in comfort to the gorgeous babe. "I don't think Annie and Bill will ever be dead. I think they'll just travel with Melonie forever, and spend the rest of time in each other's arms, sharing their bodies, as they've always done. I don't know how, but somehow I just know this to be true."

"You're right Bob," replied Hoku, sobbing against my chest. "I somehow sense that as well. But I also know that she can never return to this world, ever again. Oh, I will miss her so! What am I to do without her?"

Hoku looked up me, her gorgeous blue eyes bleary from tears. She was leaning against me, and her squishy bare breasts were compressed against my chest. I stroked her cheek, wiping away her tears. I reached my face down toward hers, and kissed her gently on the lips. We looked in each other's eyes, and in our thoughts pondered the revelations that we had heard that day.... that Hoku and I were always intended to be together, that we were meant to meet on that day in '75, so many years before.

"Hoku, I love you," I said the gorgeous babe, meaning it in a way I could not have meant it before.

"Oh Bob, I love you so much! I have always loved you," replied Hoku, and I was so grateful to hear the words. I leaned over and kissed her again, the first kiss to express my true love for the exquisite Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones.

I was grateful to finally have lovely Hoku to myself now, though I regretted the loss of all those years that might have been. My penis became partially erect where it was contacting her golden flesh. Hoku smiled as she felt my long python awaken, and she stroked it with her soft fingers. Then Hoku's eyes looked away from mine, and were drawn to a spot over my shoulder.

"What's that?" she asked. I turned around, and looked into the baby bed, now vacated. Laying in the bed was a melon. Not the usual melon, but a red melon, a large blob of gelatin, similar to the one that Annie and I had shared on our mountain honeymoon. I lifted the melon and held it up between us. Hoku grinned with excitement. In our time of lovemaking, now more than a year behind us, we did not share a melon together.

My heart pounded with excitement at the prospect of finally having a melon with this gorgeous girl, with whom my life together was just beginning. I raised it up to my mouth, and urged the other side into contact with Hoku's lips. We both sucked at it together. As was the case with the black melon, the juice flowed out from the jiggling mass, into our mouths, and down our throats. But while that melon surged in like a flood, this melon flowed into us gently, like the slow babbling of a cool mountain stream. The effects of the melon overtook me, the heart pounding, the heavy breathing, and a red mist clouded over my vision....

* * * * *

What the hell? I'm home! I'm out in the backyard at our big house in Loveland. How'd I get here? Wait a minute... something's not right. That tree is way too small. That other tree isn't there anymore, it came down back in '87. I don't know what's going on. How'd I get here anyway? I better just walk back to the house.

Alright, now what? There's a bunch of people in the yard! Shit, look how they're dressed! Look at that horrible blue and white plaid sport coat! Who wears crap like that? My Uncle Steve had a jacket like that, way back when I was a kid. There sure are a lot of women around, and they all have really big tits. And everyone is dressed like it's the disco era. I mean, WTF?

Hang on, I remember now... these people are my family members! Except this is how they all looked a long time ago, back in the mid-70s. Wait a minute! Holy fuck! This is the Gillingham family reunion! From '75! I'm back here, somehow! Wait a minute... back from where? I was just thinking of something else, but it slipped my mind. Huh, some kind of head rush or something. That's really weird. Guess I'll walk back and join the crowd.

Shit, why'd I come back to the house anyway? This reunion was really a drag, which was why I walked into the backyard in the first place. Hell, I'm 15, and don't care to hang out with my older relatives... especially being surrounded by so many sexy chicks! There's my fourth cousin Melanie Gillingham, a creamy blonde with gigantic white tits. Then there's my cousin Tim Penton's wife Lisa, a hot-looking redhead. I always fantasize about her huge pale juggs, covered with freckles. But I really flip for those dusky brunettes, like the Waterman sisters, Tammy and Josie, with their silky black hair and olive skin, and those gigantic boobs under their blouses.

Though there were plenty of chicks to gawk at, there was no one my age to hang out with. I was really annoyed that the radio was playing "Love Will Keep Us Together" by The Captain and Tennille, a big pop hit this summer. This really sucks since I'm totally into Led Zeppelin, and there's no chance of hearing that at this family gathering.

It was driving me crazy being around so many big-titted women, with the tingling in my pants as I see these enormous boobs shaking and swinging and jiggling everywhere I looked. So I decided to wander from the backyard to the front of the house, to get away from the crowd. As I approached the fence, the gate swung open in front of me. I stood back, and through the gate stepped the sexiest creature that not even my hormone-fired adolescent fantasies could dream up, standing there, right before my eyes.

I took in the entire sight of this gorgeous babe with a glance. She had golden skin, like a permanent tan, and a thick shag carpet of black hair that hung down onto her shoulders. The girl had the most beautiful face I had ever beheld, with big eyes of an unbelievable shade of blue, which contrasted with her dark complexion. Those eyes bored holes right through me, and it was hard to even meet her gaze. Her angelic face beamed with a big bright smile. She had such perfectly straight, white teeth, and her lips were full and pouty. Though I had no experience with sex, I couldn't help but thinking this girl had the perfect mouth for a blowjob.

The girl might have been close to my age, but she looked older, maybe 18. Though it was summer, she was wearing a baggy white sweater, several sizes too large, that reached down past her hips. Underneath, she was wearing a tube top, with pink and white horizontal stripes, that covered over her excellent tits. Though her tits were not overly large compared to the women at the Gillingham family reunion, they were enormous for a young girl of her age, at least cantaloupe-sized. Those exquisite tits were barely restrained by that pink and white tube top, but sagged down seductively, with her nipples gently protruding through the taut fabric.

Though my eyes were transfixed by the golden mounds of flesh, barely contained by the skimpy tube top, I also somehow also noticed that the girl was wearing very short cut-off jeans, that crept right up to her hips, nearly completely covered over by that bulky white sweater. She had very full, luscious thighs and calves, the same bronze color as the rest of her, with very narrow knees and ankles. Her legs were bare, except for a pair of Dr. Scholl's exercise sandals on her feet, and her toes were just as perfect as the rest of her. I noticed that her toenails were painted red, to match her long fingernails.

I then became vaguely aware that a man and a woman were with this gorgeous girl. The woman seemed to be college age, certainly under 22, but the man seemed older, perhaps as much as 40, but looked extremely youthful for that age. The woman was incredibly beautiful, having a thick mane of sandy brown hair, and stunning green eyes. I could tell she was a Gillingham family relative, because she had a family resemblance, plus the trademark huge tits that are distinctive of the women in our family. Except this woman's tits looked bigger than usual, compared to the other gals in the family.

Both of them were dressed casually, with jeans. The woman was wearing a modest blouse with long, puffy sleeves and a flouncy, oversized collar, and her husband had an old fashioned white shirt with no collar, and a leather vest. Between the two of them, they had a style that was a combination of hippie chic and the American Old West.

Even though the woman was an absolute knockout, I barely noticed her, for I was transfixed by the gorgeous golden goddess before my eyes. My nostrils caught a whiff of Wild Musk, a perfume that I loved, that makes my juices flow. This scent is for me the aroma of sexiness, the most suitable perfume for this perfect female. The girl and I stood there staring at each other, neither of us speaking, too stunned to talk. Finally, the woman broke the silence.

"Hi! We're Bill and Annie, and this is our daughter Hoku. We're looking for the reunion. Is this the right place?"

I nodded absently, still transfixed by this raven-haired, blue-eyed golden goddess smiling at me. Hoku is her name? What kind of name is that? And Hoku is their daughter? How could that be? This woman Annie looks only a few years older than her, so there's no way that she is old enough to be her mother. This gorgeous babe must be adopted, but even so....

"What's your name, buddy?" inquired the man, interrupting my reverie.

"B-B-Bob," I stammered, shaking. "My name is Bob Penton. Yeah, you're at the Gillingham family reunion...."

I was stammering and rambling on, totally flummoxed in the presence of this gorgeous chick, Hoku.

"Well, I'm not really a Gillingham myself, y'know, I'm actually named after my great-great-great-grandfather, who was a ship captain that owned a fleet of sailing ships...."

"Ummm, right... well, okay! Thanks Bob! By the way, you look just like him!" spoke Annie, a very cheerful, bubbly lady, with an accent that sounded vaguely as if she were from California.

I was puzzled by her remark. I looked just like who? What the hell was she talking about?

Annie continued, "We're going into the party now, so we'll see you around, okay? Oh Bob, maybe you'd like to keep Hoku company?"

My heart skipped a beat at the prospect of being alone with this gorgeous girl, Hoku. But I managed to stammer out a reply.

"S-sure, gladly! H-hi Hoku! Nice to meet you!"

"N-nice to meet you too, Bob," replied the gorgeous babe, seeming shy herself, but clearly amused at my own nervousness.

"Can I get you something to drink?" I offered.

"Sure!" replied Hoku, giving me a sweet, demure smile.

We stepped over to the drink table, and suddenly, I was very glad to be at the reunion. Several of my male relatives turned to look at the beautiful golden girl walking with me. That was a great stroke for my ego, especially after being the wallflower all day. I served Hoku an ice tea, and we began to chat.

"I never met a girl named 'Hoku' before," I began.

With that, the gorgeous babe rolled her eyes and tch'ed her tongue.

"Oh, I hate being called 'Hoku'! Please Bob, all my friends call me Betty."

"Well okay then... Betty it is!" I replied, puzzled by her two names.

"My full name is Hoku'Vahine Elizabeth Jones," Betty explained, sensing my puzzlement. "It's an old family name, kind of like yours, I guess. The Old Woman likes to call me Hoku. She's called me that since I was a little girl. But she knows I like to be called Betty instead. I think she just says that to piss me off."

"Who's the Old Woman?" I asked.

"Ariannna... um, Annie. The woman I came here with."

I laughed at that remark. "Well, she's sure not an old woman!"

Betty rolled her eyes again. "Trust me, you have no idea!"

I pondered that remark, but then Betty continued.

"Bill and Annie sort of adopted me when my real parents died. They worked for them, and they died on the job, in an airplane crash."

"Oh, I'm sorry to hear that!" I answered sympathetically. Betty continued.

"I think they felt sorry for me, and took me in. Don't get wrong, I really do love them and appreciate them, but Arianna can really be such a bitch sometimes. She likes to pull my strings, and make all my decisions for me. She wants me under her thumb all the time, doing all this stuff for her. It's like I work for her, like it's a job or something, being her personal slave. She won't let me do my thing and she treats me like a little kid."

"Yeah, I know the feeling," I replied, being a rebellious teenager myself. "My parents are always bitching at me about something, telling me what do, bitching about my music. Y'know, the usual bullshit."

Betty laughed at that.

"Yeah, really! Like coming here today! Arianna told me I should dress differently, to 'dress more modestly,' and not wear these clothes. As if SHE is one to talk! She doesn't even wear clothes at home! She just walks around naked all time! So like SHE is going to tell ME to be modest??? I'm like, what the fuck? Meanwhile, I LIKE to go out dressed like this, and she KNOWS it! So Arianna made me put on this bulky sweater. What a load of shit, huh?"

My eyes scanned Betty up and down, admiring her pink and white tube top, and the taut mounds of flesh held tightly underneath, sagging down ever so seductively, separated by a soft line of golden cleavage. My eyes gazed down to her plump golden thighs and calves, and returned again to her chest, where they lingered for a time.

"Well, I really like what you're wearing!" I remarked boldly. Betty looked down and blushed, but she smiled up at me, appreciating both the compliment and my roving eyes.

"So, what kind of music do you like, Bob?" asked Betty.

"Oh, I'm totally into Zeppelin," I answered.

"Really? I ADORE Led Zeppelin!" replied Betty, enthusiastically.

Well, that's it, it's official, I was head-over-heels in love with the gorgeous Betty! We talked for a long time about Zeppelin, rock-n-roll and a whole lot of other things. Betty explained that she was born and raised on a tropical island in the Pacific. But growing up, she lived for many years with her parents in Hawaii and California, when they worked for Bill and Annie. This was why she spoke with such a perfect American accent, with only a trace of a Pacific Island accent.

The more we talked, the more I totally dug this chick. Betty was beautiful and exciting, free and uninhibited, and she liked all the same sort of things that I liked. And her tits! Did I mention her huge fuckin' tits?

What I couldn't understand was why she seemed to like me back. I learned that Betty did not have a boyfriend, which was inconceivable. I would have expected that dudes would be lining up to ask her out. But she lived on this island alone with Bill and Annie, and didn't get away very often, so she didn't have a lot of friends. I fell for Betty like a load of bricks, and was frantic at the idea that the party would end and she would leave, and that I might never see her again.

I looked over and Bill and Annie were chatting amiably with my Aunt Eleanor. This was very important in order for them to be welcome at this party, since my aunt was the self-appointed busy body at family functions. We get all sorts of party crashers, especially since the women in the family all have such big tits. But if you made it past Aunt Eleanor, you were in! I hoped that Aunt Eleanor would not kick them out, because then Betty would have to leave too.

Annie came over to speak to Betty, but this time she spoke in a crisp British accent.

"Hoku, we will be inside for a time, visiting with my granddaughter Maybelle, the hostess of this gathering. Please do occupy yourself outside, there's a dear. Bob, you do not mind entertaining my little Hoku, do you?"

Betty rolled her eyes again at Annie's remark.

"Oh, not at all! It's my pleasure to visit with Betty!" I replied enthusiastically, thinking of the sort of "entertaining" I'd like to do with her! I made it a point to emphasize the gorgeous babe's preferred name. Annie's eyes narrowed at that, as if sensing my rebelliousness. Betty herself was very irritated when Annie walked away.

"Ooohhh, I get so sick of her condescending bullshit all the time!" Betty muttered.

"She really rubs you the wrong way, huh?" I empathized.

"Oh yeah!" vented Betty. "She ALWAYS treats me like a little kid! I can't WAIT ‘til I turn 18, so I can get away from her shit!"

I was happy to learn that Betty was at least under 18.

"So is Annie really British or what? She talked like an American when I saw her before."

"Oh, 'Her Ladyship' is indeed British," replied Betty sarcastically, "but she can play whatever role suits her at the moment."

"Huh," I pondered. "Well, if she's from England, maybe that's why I've never seen her at these reunions before. But didn't Annie say that my Grandma Mabel was her 'granddaughter'? She meant grandmother, right? Do you know, is she like my long-lost cousin or something?"

Betty laughed out loud at that remark.

"Oh Bob, you wouldn't believe me if I told you! Just take my word for it! It's a very long story!"

I just shrugged that off and changed the subject.

"Hey Betty, do you want to take a walk around the backyard? There's a lot of land back there. I used to play there when I was a kid."

"Sure, Bob, let's go!"

Betty and I walked way out back, away from the party and all the noise. It got quiet and we could hear the birds chirping as we walked along in the warm afternoon sun. My heart fluttered with excitement to be alone with this gorgeous girl. As soon as we were away from the house, Betty removed her bulky sweater. My cock tingled in my pants to see her bare shoulders, with only that pink and white striped tube top covering her upper body.

Betty's thick black hair hung onto her shoulders and down onto her luscious tits, which bounced gently with each stride. I could not pull my eyes away from Betty's ripe mounds of flesh, which hung down somewhat oblong through the tube top, with her full, puffy nipples straining against the stretchy fabric. I looked up at Betty's eyes, and she was smiling brightly as me, pleased that I took her bait and was admiring her sexy tits.

"Betty, how old are you anyway?" I asked, expecting to hear that she was at least two years old than me. Betty looked down, embarrassed.

"I just turned fourteen," she replied, sheepishly.

"F-fourteen?" I said, incredulously. There was no fucking way this sexy chick could be younger than me! And to already have such big fuckin' tits, such a huge rack, on a girl that young! I suddenly felt very bold, encouraged by the knowledge that Betty was younger, and not totally out of my league, as I expected.

"How about you, Bob?" asked Betty.

"Fifteen," I answered, smiling. Betty beamed another bright smile at me, to learn that I was older than her, and not younger. That made me feel like a million bucks.

As we walked, Betty kept bumping into me, brushing her bare shoulder against my arm. I caught another whiff of Wild Musk, which made my heart skip a beat. I reached down and my fingers found hers. I took her hand, and she intertwined her fingers in mine. I looked over at her, and Betty smiled at me again, the rays of the sun dancing on her bare shoulders and a soft line of golden cleavage above the top edge of the tube top.

Betty looked naked from the cleavage up, and my hyperactive imagination undressed her the rest of the way in my mind. Betty's smile stirred my raging hormones like nothing else could do! This was the best day of my life, to be walking and holding hands with the perfect girl of my dreams! But I had no idea that this best day was about to get even better!

Betty and I ended up at the family cemetery. I told her the stories I knew of the relatives buried there, the descendants of William and Arianna Gillingham. Betty surprised me by relating some stories of her own, especially of the children of William and Arianna. Apparently there were some family yarns that were told on Annie's side, which Betty learned from her. Then we walked up to a special tombstone.

"This is my ancestor, Captain Robert Penton," I explained to Betty. "I'm his namesake."

"Oh yes, Arianna has often mentioned him," answered Betty.

"Really? What did she say?" I inquired, eager to hear any new stories. "What has she heard about old Captain Bob?"

"Oh! Oh nothing, really!" Betty replied, suddenly seeming embarrassed, like she caught herself about to say said something she shouldn't.

"Can we go now, Bob?" asked Betty. So we walked out the cemetery. As we walked, Betty turned and stepped in front of me and grabbed both my hands.

"Thanks for showing me your family, Bob," spoke Betty with a smile. "It really meant a lot that you shared that with me!"

Before I could say anything else, Betty bounced up and planted a quick kiss on my lips. She shrunk back bashfully and looked up at me, a sheepish look in her eyes. I reached over and took her gorgeous face in my hands, and tenderly kissed her again. Our lips pressed together, and we shared a lingering smooch. I felt Betty go limp as my hands held her beautiful head. I pulled my face away and Betty looked up me with an awe-struck expression, a radiant glow in the deep ocean of her blue eyes.

I took her hand and we walked along together through the backyard, smiling at each other, but neither of us saying a word. We kept walking along and came to a spot in the yard that I had never been before. This was strange, because I thought I knew the whole backyard, all 500 acres. I've been back here a million times since I was a little kid. Somehow, I had always missed this patch before, like it was hidden from my eyes. And yet here it was... a melon patch, maybe an acre worth of melons.

What a different looking sort of melon they were... larger than a honeydew, and creamy white, with a pink rim on the end, and a pink protrusion in the center, looking like... holy shit, these melons looked like big tits! A whole field of big creamy tit melons, just lying there on the ground! Damn, that actually looked sexy! It was like seeing a hundred naked girls lying on their backs, with their big tits poking upwards out of a tangle of vines!

I felt sort of embarrassed, and didn't want to tell Betty what I thought they looked like. But she looked at them and saw what I saw, and then she looked at me, smiling.

"Do you know what those are, Bob?"

I gulped hard.

"Well, they look like some kind of melons."

"Not just 'some kind of melons,' Bob... they are THE MELON!"

I must have looked puzzled, because Betty explained.

"These grow on our island, in a big patch, just like this one. I'm not allowed to go there. In fact, it's the one place on their island where I'm forbidden to go. Arianna talks about 'the melon' all the time with her husband when she thinks I can't hear. They think that I don't know what they are... what they do.... Well, actually, I don't know for sure. But the way they keep it a secret, whatever it is, it must be good!"

"So let's eat one!" I suggested to Betty.

"Okay!" she replied enthusiastically.

So we both sat down next to the tall grass at the edge of the melon patch. Betty kicked off her sandals and stretched out her bare legs before me, like she was naked from the hips down, digging her toes into the grass, looking totally sexy. I reached over and grabbed a melon, plucking it off the vine. I took my pocket knife out of my pocket and stabbed into the fruit. A sweet smell wafted forth, and somehow smelled like milk. It was a smell that whetted my appetite! I looked at Betty, and she smiled excitedly, like a little girl on Christmas morning! I quickly cut up the melon into slices and offered a piece to Betty.

"Mmmmm... the flavor is delicious!" gushed Betty.

"Yeah, it really is excellent!" I agreed.

I quickly gobbled up that first piece, and Betty had done the same. Then we each grabbed a second, and third! My heart started beating fast and I felt really warm, like I was running a fever. We polished off that melon real quick.

"Do you want some more?" I asked Betty.

"Y-yes," she replied, seeming very agitated. I grabbed my knife and cut another melon in half. Betty didn't wait, but just grabbed the half and bit right into it! Oh hell, I did the same, and just devoured my half. We were like cavemen, just ravenously consuming our melon halves, like we were starving to death.

I threw away the rind, and my head was spinning! I put on a buzz from that melon! It was sort of like we just blew a joint, just from eating that melon! I looked at Betty through the haze, and she looked SO FUCKING HOT! She was the foxiest chick I had ever seen in my life, sitting there on the grass in that tube top, her black hair lying on her bare shoulders, leaning backwards onto her hands, and her bare legs under those short shorts, all the way to the top of her thighs.

I was panting as I looked at Betty, and she was panting too, her big juicy tits rising and falling with each heavy breath, a smoldering gaze in her glittering blue eyes. Then Betty did the most excellent thing ever... she leaned forward, raising herself off her hands, and then she grabbed the lower edge of that sexy pink and white tube top, and lifted it up!

In one smooth motion, Betty unpeeled that tube top away from her exquisite tits. My heart jumped out of my chest as her nipples were revealed. Betty's arms reached up and the tube top went up from her shoulders, over her head, and then over the length of her arms, tossed aside. Her oblate tits fell down, bouncing and jiggling. Damn, they looked even bigger than I would have guessed! Betty's succulent tits hung down seductively, shaped like twin zeppelins.

Betty's nipples were beige and shiny, puffy mounds that protruded from the ends of her magnificent breasts, circled all around with little bumps, and having soft, round buttons of flesh at their tips, set on top of the swollen areolas. I had never before seen a girl's nipples in person, but from looking at so many Playboys, I knew that these were exactly the type of nipples that I liked. Betty's nipples were so fucking suckable, like they were made to fit inside my mouth, exactly what I always wanted in a girl.

Betty reclined on one arm as I drank in the sight of her topless perfection, one enormous breast squished against the other, her bare legs extended to one side, the full length revealed by those short shorts. The sexy sight of Betty's golden body made my cock throb and pulsate under my pants.

"I've been wanting to do that all day," said the gorgeous babe, looking at me doe-eyed and innocent, but with a smoldering expression.

I inclined my body toward Betty, and planted my mouth against hers. Betty's lips parted and her tongue lunged forth against mine. I slobbered on Betty's mouth, and she slobbered back onto mine. The smell of Wild Musk was strong, and impelled me onward. I took Betty's perfect tits in my hands, and my cock throbbed with excitement as my fingers sunk deeply into the impossibly soft flesh.

I had never been naked with a girl before, never felt up a bare tit, never even had a girlfriend, and only kissed a couple girls at parties while playing spin the bottle. Never did I imagine that the girl of my dreams would take off her top for me! I pulled Betty's sexy body against me, sucking her mouth and squeezing her big juicy tits, all my pent-up adolescent desire unleashed on her.

I took a supple boob in my hand and looked at it, as Betty slobbered on my neck. I was in awe of actually holding a bare breast in my hand, let alone such a perfect specimen. Damn, that puffy nipple was irresistible! I moved my head downward and sucked that excellent nipple into my mouth! Betty screamed as my mouth encountered her hot nipple. Oh, it felt so soft in my mouth, so nice, as my lips and tongue caressed it. I sucked Betty's nipple like a starving baby. I had no idea what to do with this sexy girl, but it didn't matter, because everything I did drove her insane!

Betty laid down in the grass, squirming around in ecstasy, as I sucked her nipple. I squeezed her squishy boobs together with both hands and sucked on one nipple and then the other. Betty was moaning and gasping as her sexy body wiggled around underneath me.

"Oh Bob! OHHHH!!! Oh, that feels SO GOOD! Oh Bob! Suck my nipples, Bob! Oh, I LOVE how you suck my nipples!"

Betty unbuttoned my shirt as I slobbered on one puffy nipple and then the other. Soon my shirt was off, and we were both naked from the waist up. I buried my face between her soft golden pillows, and mashed them next to my cheeks.

"Oh Betty, you are so sexy!" I said between slobbers. "Your tits are SO SEXY! I can't believe that I'm actually here with you!"

"Oh Bob, I always dreamed of having a guy play with my boobs!" gasped Betty between sensual moans. "Oh man, that feels SO GOOD! Oh Bob! You're my first, Bob! I love that you're my first!"

I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! This incredibly gorgeous chick, and I'm her first??? It can't be possible. I raised my face from Betty's juicy tits and looked into her gorgeous face. She looked like an angel, smiling back at me.

"You're my first too, Betty! I've always dreamed of having a girl like you, and sucking on a pair of huge tits like yours!"

Betty grabbed my face and kissed me passionately once again. Our tongues urgently explored each other's mouths, and Betty's succulent tits were squished against my bare chest. Her puffy nipples felt warm where they compressed against my chest. I rubbed my chest against her nipples, and rubbed her soft back with my hands. Betty moaned and gasped with pleasure through my kisses.

As I held Betty's topless body, kissing her face, I heard the music of Zeppelin, like maybe there was a 8-track player somewhere. But the music was in my head, not in my ears, and loud and somehow audible. I could tell that Betty heard the music too....

This is the springtime of my loving, the second season I am to know,
You are the sunlight in my growing, so little warmth I've felt before,
It isn't hard to feel me growing, I watched the fire that grew so low.

I fumbled at the waistband of Betty's short shorts while we frantically sucked face, while she fumbled at my jeans. I had her shorts open and slid my hands inside. Betty's soft ass felt so good on my hands. Her pussy felt so hot as my fingers explored around her bush. In a moment, Betty's shorts were down to her knees, and then she got my pants open. My crotch exploded with pleasure as Betty's soft fingers discovered my cock.

"Oh Bob!" moaned Betty, as I kissed her neck. "Your dick.... it's SO BIG! And SO HARD!"

I quickly pushed my pants down to my knees, and then pulled off Betty's shorts, as she stroked my engorged penis with her fingers. Betty kicked at my jeans with her bare feet, and then we were both naked. Our bodies writhed together as Betty's nude flesh rubbed next to mine. Our legs intertwined as I rubbed my erect penis against Betty's soft belly. My hands rubbed all over Betty's perfect body, squeezing her legs, fondling her ass, probing the hot wetness of her pussy. I was kissing Betty's neck, slobbering on her shoulders, and down onto her chest.

I rolled onto my back, pulling Betty on top of me. Betty straddled my crotch with her luscious thighs, and rubbed her hot, wet pussy back and forth over my cock. I buried my face again between Betty's big tits, so that her hot nipples burned against my shoulders, and kissed and licked her juggs frantically. And then I noticed an amazing thing... Betty's tits were BIGGER! I could feel her heartbeat against my face, through her chest, and from the blood surging through her boobs. The mounds of flesh were swelling against my face, enveloping my head.

I pulled my face out to look at them, and Betty's tits were expanding before my eyes! The soft golden zeppelins were sagging down into my face, her puffy nipples puffing out even more as they increased in diameter. Damn, I was so fucked up from that melon! But this is too much! Too hard to believe! Betty's gigantic swelling tits were totally fuckin' with my head. Betty's big titties were filling my hands and spilling over the edges, and my fingers were sinking into her hot tit meat. I dug my fingers deeper and deeper into Betty's swelling tits, and it seemed like I could get lost in them.

"Betty, your tits are growing! They're getting bigger!"

"Oh Bob... it hurts... Oooohhhhh..." whimpered Betty, in a mingling of pleasure and pain.

Betty dangled her expanding juggs into my face, which sagged down as they inflated, her thick black hair hanging down onto her tits, and her succulent nipples quivering with excitement. I squeezed her enormous tits together, and sucked both Betty's nipples into my mouth. The puffy beige buds felt hot in my mouth, and she groaned in ecstasy as I caressed them with my mouth and tongue.

I was sucking on those perfect tits, thinking in my mind how I was crazy about Betty, how much I love this amazing chick and her enlarging breasts. And then I heard....

"I love you, Bob," gasped Betty, as if she read my mind.

"I love you too Betty," I replied, in between sucks and slobbers on her magnificent nipples.

I sucked hard on both nipples, which made Betty moan louder and louder. Then I felt something go pop up inside her tits. Instantly, two hot streams of milk flowed out of her nipples and into my mouth! Betty grunted loudly with pleasure, and something sloppy slurped out of her pussy, onto my cock. I think Betty just had an orgasm! I sucked harder on those soft nipples, sucking down more milk, and then it happened again! Betty was screaming and groaning as her hot pussy was slurping and squeezing off orgasms, as she wiped her wet snatch all up and down on my cock!

As I laid there, with Betty's nipples in mouth, we both heard a running soundtrack of Zeppelin in our heads. We heard another great song from their new double album, and we shared those lyrics as we shared our bodies....

Did you ever really need somebody, And really need 'em bad,
Did you ever really want somebody, The best love you ever had,
Do you ever remember me, baby, did it feel so good,
'Cause it was just the first time, And I knew you would.

I rolled Betty over onto her back, and the huge blobs of her tits slipped out of my hands. They flattened out and spilled over the sides of her chest on the ground. Her puffy nipples had swelled to the size of cantaloupes, and were dribbling out little squirts and streams of her sweet, creamy milk. Betty was moaning and groaning as her head rolled from side to side on the grass. My cock felt so huge, and I was so fuckin' turned on, I thought I'd cum right then! I moved it around over Betty's hot pussy, trying to figure out how to stick it in. Somehow, I don't even know how, but Betty's pussy just sucked my cock up into itself!

Betty screamed as my giant cock impaled her wet pussy. It was the most incredible sensation to have my huge cock all the way up inside Betty's hot wetness. I didn't know what to do next, but I made it this far, so I just tried to move my cock up inside Betty. She screamed again as my cock moved up inside her hot, wet place. I got dizzy... we got dizzy... and we had a sensation of falling as I moved my cock back and forth. It seemed like we were tumbling end over end, and a forceful wind blew around us, as my cock worked back and forth.

Suddenly, we were surrounded by blueness in all directions. I saw the sun in a sky that was twirling around, blinking on and off as our bodies tumbled together end over end in the open sky. I held Betty's waist, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, as I drove my cock and forth. Suddenly the wind stopped and the sun shone in a black sky, but we were twirling around so quick, I could not get my bearings.

I had a peculiar feeling of deja vu, like I'd been in this situation before. That made no sense, since this was my first incredible time, fucking the most amazing girl. But this was my dream come true, fucking the amazing Betty, stoned out of my mind from that melon, seeing the weirdest shit as I pounded her pussy over and over with my huge cock.

Betty's huge tits were like real zeppelins, each one now bigger than three feet in diameter, and floated in front of my face. I mashed my face onto a gigantic nipple and sucked on it for all I was worth. Betty screamed again as gallons of her sweet milk poured down my throat. I lost track of the sun, and it seemed like the stars were flying past us as sucked Betty's puffy nipple, and drove her pussy over and over with my cock.

We became light-headed as my cock seemed to swell bigger and bigger inside Betty. Everything became fuzzy as my cock pulsated and throbbed. Our surroundings got brighter and hotter as an imminent explosion built up inside my cock. Betty and I screamed together as our bodies stretched thin, and my cock finally detonated up inside Betty, releasing an infinite flood of cum into Betty's pussy as our universe turned itself inside out.

* * * * *

I woke up from the most amazing dream. I met this incredible girl named Betty, who had the sexiest tits, and we found this crazy melon in Grandma Mabel's backyard, and we fucked, and.... Oh man, that was the best dream! It felt so real! As my head cleared, I thought that it still felt so real! My cock felt so good....

I opened my eyes, and saw that I was laying on my back, and my cock felt so amazing, better than it ever felt from jacking off. I looked down and there she was! It was Betty! The girl from my dream! And she was sucking my cock! But damn, look at my cock! It was like a foot and a half long, and thick as a beer can! How the hell can she fit it in her mouth! And look at Betty's fuckin' tits! They're the size of beach balls, resting on my chest! I reached up and grabbed Betty's amazing juggs, and sunk my fingers deep into the supple flesh. Betty's mouth popped off my cock and she smiled at me.

"Oh Bob! That was amazing! Oh, you're such a powerful guy! How did you do that to me?"

I pulled Betty close onto me, so that her gigantic juggs squished against my chest.

"Betty! So all that really happened? I thought it was a dream... I thought YOU were a dream!"

"No, it was all real, Bob! Just like your incredible big dick!"

I kissed Betty again, and our tongues swirled around each other's mouths. Betty reached down and stroked the rock-hard python that grew out from between my legs.

"Bob... is she dislodged?" asked Betty.

I was shocked to hear this question. It seemed to mean something, but I couldn't say what. But I did know that it was an important question. I was so puzzled, and didn't know what to say, so I just blurted out the first thing that popped into my head.

"You know that she is, Mother Elizabeth."

What the hell did that mean? I had no idea, and neither did Betty. We both looked at each other, totally puzzled.

"What does that mean, Betty?" I inquired.

"I don't know, Bob," answered Betty. But then she looked off into the distance with a dreamy, far-away look on her face.

"I have no idea. We are such finite, linear creatures, after all."

Betty and I looked at each other stunned. It seemed like we were supposed to remember what all that meant, but it just beyond my reach, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. Then Betty looked at me and stifled a laugh. Then I laughed, and we both laughed together. I held Betty's soft, squishy body in my hands as we laughed hysterically, giggling like we were stoned. But we didn’t need weed. We were still high on the melon! And we were high on each other!

Betty leaned her sexy body against mine, and curled up in my arms. I held her quietly for a long time, feeling her heartbeat, enfolding the warmth and softness of her body with mine.

"Bob?" asked Betty tentatively, like she was not sure if she should ask. "Do you think my nipples look weird?"

"Whaaa-a-aaa...?!? Betty, you have the sexiest, most amazing nipples I could ever imagine! Why would you say that?"

"Really, Bob? Do you really think so?" said Betty, sitting up, allowing her massive spheres of flesh to flop down into her lap.

"I mean, they're so big and puffed out, not like normal nipples."

I took Betty's enormous titty in both hands and raised up again to my lips and gave it another kiss.

"Betty, I LOVE that your nipples are big and puffy like that! That's what I love about them! That's what makes them so damn suckable!"

Betty laughed shyly at that.

"Why would ever think they were weird?" I asked, astonished.

"Well..." began Betty, sounding very vulnerable and insecure. "I mean, Arianna is so perfect. Everything about her is totally perfect. Then I have to see her walking around naked all the time! I mean, she even has such perfect-looking nipples. Mine are so... well... different from hers...."

"Listen Betty," I said, fondling her gigantic balloons of golden flesh, "your nipples are sexy and gorgeous and suckable.... just like the rest of you! Don't compare yourself to Annie! Don't let her push you around! Be your own girl! You're pretty damn perfect yourself! Wish I could tell you ten times a day how gorgeous you are!"

Betty beamed a loving smile at me, and ran her fingers through my hair. Then she pulled my head toward hers and kissed me again. Then she giggled and acted embarrassed.

"Bob... I can't believe I took off my top like I did!"

"Oh Betty... that was the most incredible moment of my life! You completely blew my mind!"

"Well... I think that melon made me do it!"

We laughed again, holding each other, which led into another kiss. Soon we were sucking each other's tongues again. I squeezed Betty's big tits, which made her moan. Then Betty broke off and slid her body downwardly against mine, kissing her way down my neck and chest. Betty kissed my cock, still slimy from fucking, and in a second, she had it back in her mouth.

"Oh Bob! *slurp* I can't believe your HUGE dick! *suck* I just LOVE your big meaty cock! *slobber*"

Betty laid there, sucking my slimy dick, telling me how much she loved it, and moaning like she was getting off just from doing it. I couldn't just lay back, I just had to touch this gorgeous chick. I felt up her whole body and moved mine around hers, so that I was stroking her legs, kissing her thighs and her hips, fondling her ass, while Betty sucked my cock. My hands found their way between her legs, discovering her pussy, and I played around in her pussy lips, fingering her hot, wet snatch.

Betty groaned enthusiastically as my fingers played with her pussy, and she spread apart her legs. Her bush smelled like Wild Musk, and the aroma drove me nuts! I buried my face in Betty's hot pussy. I didn't even think that we had just fucked, and her snatch was wet and sticky from my cum. I rolled onto my back, and carried Betty's pussy onto my face, and slobbered around in her slimy crease with my lips and tongue.

Betty made all kinds of moaning sounds with my cock in her mouth, as my tongue tickled around inside her pussy. Then I found something in Betty's pussy, like a hard little grape of pink flesh. I didn't even know what it was. But when I sucked on it, Betty screamed, and she bit my cock. I couldn't believe how good that felt! So I sucked it again, and then Betty's pussy blew a big sloppy splat into my face!

I kept sucking on that grape, and Betty's pussy kept squeezing and splatting over and over, and she was crying and whimpering, muffled by my cock, which drove me nuts! It wasn't long before my pulsating cock unloaded again, over and over, into Betty's hot mouth, and she purred like a kitten as she lapped down all that hot, sticky cum.

Finally my cock stopped squirting cum, and Betty kept sucking and sucking on it, ‘til it went limp in her mouth. Then she slid her hips off my head, and turned herself around, and laid on top of me, to face me again.

"Oh Bob, I always dreamed of having a 69 with a guy! Of sucking on a big cock while a hunky guy ate out my pussy! Bob, whatever happens after today, I'm always going to love you!"

I was bummed out at the thought that this wild day of fucking and sucking with Betty had to come to an end at some point. I noticed that the sun had already set behind the mountains, and that soon twilight would fall. Shit. We had to get dressed and go back to the house!

"Betty, I'm always going to love you too, whatever happens after today. I don't care if they tell us we're too young, I don't care if you live on some island far away in the ocean! Somehow, I'm going to find a way for us to be together!"

Betty smiled and kissed me gently once again. Then she grabbed her shorts and pulled them over her toes and up onto her legs. I was so sorry to see her put clothing back over her glorious naked body. But I did the same, and put on my own pants, and then my shirt.

Betty tried to wrestle on her tube top, but her tits were just too big!

"Oh shit! Bob, we're going to be in so much trouble! I can't even cover my boobs, they're so big!"

"Well, there's always your sweater," I pointed out.

Betty brightened at the suggestion, and pulled the white sweater over her arms. But soon her mood darkened again. The sleeves hung baggy on her arms like they did before, but now the front of the sweater was pulled tight across her front. A long length of her golden cleavage was revealed by the front of the sweater, and rolls of breast flesh squeezed out over the edges. Her beige nipples could be seen through the weave of the yarn.

"Bob, this is the best I can do! Oh, Arianna is going to be SO pissed! What are we going to do?"

"I don't know how we're going to explain this, but we need to get back and face the music."

Betty and I walked back in silence, holding each other's hands. We were both afraid that we were going to be in huge trouble. Sure enough. We weren't surprised.

Night was falling, and most of the guests had left by the time we reached the house. Standing there waiting for us were Bill and Annie, along with Aunt Eleanor and Grandma Mabel. Annie was yelling at us as we walked up.

"You naughty, naughty children! Where have you been? We were worried sick!"

"Bob, you gave us all quite a start," said Grandma Mabel. "But it's plain to see what you kids have been up to."

Betty tried hard to hide her massive mounds of flesh, but there was no hiding such gigantic juggs. Betty just tried to stand behind me, and she cowered in shame at the anger of our elders.

"Well, it's pretty clear that those kids have gotten into the melon patch," said Grandma Mabel to Annie and Aunt Eleanor, as each of them noticed the considerable expansion of Betty's breasts.

"Oh, my dearest Hoku! How could you do such a thing! You are yet but a child!"

I held onto Betty, holding her close. Betty put her face on my shoulder and began to cry.

"I'm so sorry Mother," spoke Betty, through her tears.

With that, Aunt Eleanor sniffed in derision, and turned with disgust to Annie.

"Well! It looks like it was your little hussy that tempted my nephew, Bobby!"

"How dare you!" Annie retorted. "It was clearly your precious nephew who had his way with my daughter, Hoku!"

With that, Grandma Mabel interjected.

"Oh now, you just hush your mouth, Eleanor! And you too Grannie! You can't blame either of those kids! Now how do you suppose they found the melon patch in the first place? The melon knows how to hide itself from unwelcome eyes! Those kids wouldn't have found it on their own in a million years! The melon selected them! These two youngsters were chosen! And now they are a mated pair!"

Aunt Eleanor looked puzzled, but Annie nodded in agreement, since she was also very familiar with the melon and its ways.

"Really, Mother?" replied Aunt Eleanor. "But they're so young!"

"Ah, pish posh!" retorted Grandma Mabel. "Why, in my day, many of my lady friends were married women at fourteen! Your daddy and I were only sixteen ourselves! These kids will somehow just have to make the best of things from here!"

"Thank you, Grandma!" I said, relieved to have the matron of our family give her blessing to Betty and me.

"Tell me, dears," spoke Grandma Mabel confidentially to Betty and me, "Is she dislodged?"

My jaw hit the floor, and I looked over at Betty, whose eyes were like saucers.

"Yes! Yes she is dislodged!" we both stammered out.

"But what does it mean, Grandma?" I asked. Grandma Mabel just gave me a crafty smile.

"Oh, you'll find out in good enough time, honey!"

"Well Hoku," said Annie, "it appears that we now have to make some adjustments!"

* * * * *

After that, a whirlwind of memories was unleashed in my head, as it seemed like time was fast-forwarding. Betty stayed at the house with me that summer, and Grandma Mabel explained to my parents that we were now a married couple, at least in the eyes of God, though we were underage according to the state of Colorado. My parents were super-pissed, but they got over it, especially since Betty and I had Grandma Mabel's support. So Betty and I fucked and fucked and fucked throughout every day of that glorious summer.

Grandma Mabel gave a copy of a special family edition, "The Tale of Our Isle," and three accompanying journals of William and Arianna Gillingham, our forebears from long ago. I was shocked to learn that Bill and Annie were actually the real William and Arianna, their youth and lives mysteriously preserved by the melon. Grandma Mabel believed who they were, though some family members did not. It all worked out eventually, and Grandpa Bill and Grandma Annie were finally welcomed into the family by everyone.

It soon became clear that Betty was pregnant. We knew that it happened on that amazing first day, in the melon patch. So Annie arranged for us to stay with them on their Isle. Time flew quickly as Betty and I fucked and fucked and fucked throughout every day of her pregnancy. Grandma Mabel came with us and was there on the island for the birth. A daughter was born that we named Melonie. Only this was a different Melonie, one with black hair and golden skin like her Mother Elizabeth.

Melonie started talking at three months, and we all had a similar conversation where she explained the nature of the melon and of herself. Grandma Annie and Grandpa Bill departed with Melonie that day, only this time around, we all had a chance to say goodbye. Bill and Annie left Betty and me as their heirs, when we were still a couple teenagers, in charge of their global finance empire. And Melonie left us with a red melon that Betty and I could share anytime we wished. The melon was never consumed, and always replenished itself, a wonderful parting gift from Melonie and the Pxxx.

I lived a different life with my Betty, and we were madly in love and deliriously happy. We divided our time between the Isle and Loveland, where we cared for Grandma Mabel in her last years. We finished high school and Betty became best friends with Diana, who had been my wife in another life. This time around, Diana married a guy who suited her better, and they had a happy life together.

Betty and I fucked our way through the 70s, 80s, 90s, and 00s. Sometimes we shared that red melon, and sometimes we did not. But Betty and I remained ageless, a couple of horny teenagers as the years rolled by, neither of us aging past about 19. We passed the years with Betty's mouth sucking on my cock, and my mouth sucking on her nipples and eating her pussy, our love for each other increasing each time we made love.

Betty and I enjoyed romantic getaways in the outdoors, and having sex all day and night under the blue sky by day and the stars by night. Back at home, we loved to have rock-n-roll sex to our favorite music. Everything from Zeppelin to Fleetwood Mac. Ever since the song was first out in '81, I've especially loved when Betty would give me a blowjob to "Urgent" by Foreigner. Betty loves sucking my cock, and she loves doing that for me as much as I love the way she does it.

In between having wild sex twelve times a day, Betty and I somehow managed to get degrees in international finance, so that we could manage our assets. So now we spend some time each day to our managing our financial empire, in between fucking and fucking and fucking. (Did I mention that we fucked a lot?) With all that fucking, Betty and I ended up with five golden kids, including another, different Jim and Mabel. Our lives were perfect in every respect, and Betty and I were so happy together.

The Saga's End

The red mist was clearing, but my eyesight was still fuzzy. I rubbed my eyes and looked around. Everything had a soft-focus, dreamy quality, like things weren't entirely real. But I was on the beach, back on Annie's island. Oh yeah, I remember it all now. It was 2013, and Hoku and I had eaten that red melon. But then I was back in 1975, at the family reunion. Except this time, Hoku was there, and everything happened differently... in the most wonderful sort of way.

Shit. That was just another funky dream sequence, just like the one with Annie and me. It was just another melon-induced fantasy, Melonie just showing us the life that we might have had, in a different reality. Dammit, it seemed so real. I thought it was real. It should have been real. But here we are, after the fantasy is over, and this is our cold, hard reality instead.

It was nearly evening on the beach. The sun was sinking toward the horizon, painting the world brilliant shades of pink and orange. Hoku was lying next to me, naked, but she was still sleeping. But she looked different... much younger, like she was maybe 19 years old, instead of the 30 or so that she looked like earlier. Maybe her youth was restored by that red melon, a last parting gift from Melonie. Hoku was restless, tossing and turning and talking in her sleep.

"No, Your Ladyship!" spoke Hoku in her dreams. "Not Bob! You mustn't! No.... if you will not give him all your love, then I will give him all of mine!"

The poor girl was having a nightmare. I put my hand on her bare back and shook her, to wake her. She sat up, crying, and looked at me with a dreadful look on her face, as if she had lost everything.

"Oh Bob, it was terrible! It was you and Arianna... you both were together instead of.... Oh Bob, and I was alone, yearning for you... oh, the things that you and she did together.... Oh!"

I held Hoku's body close, as she cried on my shoulder. I nuzzled her hair, and caught the distinct smell of Wild Musk. That's funny, I didn't recall Hoku wearing that scent before... only in that melon fantasy, from back in '75. And her speech... Hoku just spoke with a perfect American accent, instead of her usual British dialect. I never heard her speak like that before. Only in that dream....

I held her head in one hand against my shoulder, as my other hand stroked her nude body up and down and all over as she sobbed, which made my cock become partially erect.

"That's okay, it was just a dream," I consoled. "It's all over, no harm done, just a nightmare.... Don't cry, Hoku...."

Her body stiffened at this name, and she abruptly pulled away from me.

"'Hoku'? You never call me that, Bob!"

I sat stunned, not knowing what to say, surprised by the look of shock and dismay on the gorgeous girl's face. She spoke, sounding dejected and despondent.

"So that wasn’t actually a nightmare, was it? That whole affair with you and Lady Arianna, in the here and now? All the things you did with her... with her body... all those troubles, while I...." said the golden girl as she choked back a sob.

"But you and I, our marriage, our life together over the last 38 years, ever since that wonderful day in '75... all that was really the dream instead, wasn’t it?"

"Betty?" I inquired tentatively, not sure anymore what was real and what was a dream.

The world seemed even more fuzzy and dream-like, and beautiful sunset became more out of focus. I tried to cuddle up to the gorgeous babe, but she pulled away and turned her back to me as she wept, remaining inconsolable.

Then I heard a voice calling, the small, squeaky voice of Melonie, calling out to me....

"Choose, Father Robert."

I understood her meaning... she meant for me to choose which life I wished to live....

I could choose the life I remembered so well, the one which seemed most real to me... that life with Annie, which began when she came to the reunion in the pink and white tube top, and gave me that virtual blowjob... the life of years spent haunted and tormented by the memory of Annie, jacking off for years thinking about Annie's huge tits... the life where Annie and I came together for a brief time, but then she betrayed me, only to now be left with a life without her, a fugitive from my home, wanted by the law, stranded on this Isle... the life where Hoku was tormented herself, lonely and yearning for me from afar, where we are only now at the start of a life together, but with so much sadness behind us....

Or I could choose this new other life that I had just discovered.... that life with Betty, where it was she who came to the reunion in that pink and white tube top, where we discovered love together as a couple of horny kids.... the life with a long happy marriage spent with Betty, a life where I never lusted after Annie, never fucked her, and never was betrayed by her... the life where instead I had lived long years together, madly in love with my gorgeous wife Betty, the girl who was madly in love with me.

But I thought, what about my kids, Jim and Mabel, my children with Diana? What would happen to them if I chose this other, better life? It was my selfishness that ruined their lives, but would they cease to exist if I made another selfish choice?

I had an understanding in my heart that they would be fine, that I would simply vanish from their existence, as would Hoku... but that Jim and Mabel and their reality would continue to exist, in some sort of parallel universe, separated from me forever. That would be just as well. They hated me anyway, after I screwed up their lives with my selfishness. All my money is already in a trust for them, so maybe they can be content with that money instead of me myself.

The gorgeous golden babe sat with her shoulder turned aside to me, as she wept quietly to herself. But then she turned my way, offering me a profile of her sensational breasts, and I noticed a very familiar 10-carat diamond on her left hand. Her eyes were wet with tears, and it broke my heart to know that I made this gorgeous girl cry yet again.

She pushed me onto my back, and then sat up, allowing her magnificent tits to dangle in my face. Then she let down her tits, willing them to expand, an ability I never before saw her express. Her exquisite juggs swelled downward, sagging lower, flopping into my face, her succulent nipples leaking milk all over, spraying dribbles of creamy white sweetness into my face

"Choose, Bob," said the gorgeous babe, who had apparently learned some wonderful tricks since that first day together in 1975.

I grabbed an enormous golden breast with a puffy beige tip, spraying sweet milk into my face, and swallowed the nipple into my mouth

"I choose you, my gorgeous Betty."

That was the only choice to make, and it wasn’t even a tough choice. A big smile spread across Betty's face, that I chose my happy life with her, and also from the pleasure of my tongue upon her nipple. The edges of the world became more sharp and focused as I sucked on Betty's nipple, and the reality of my chosen life took form. Betty's nipple felt more soft in my mouth, and her milk tasted sweeter, as the universe realigned itself according to my choice.

"Oh, I love you, Bob! I've always loved you and have never stopped loving you! In both of those lives."

"And I love you too, Betty, more and more each day, ever since our first day together in '75. I'm so glad we found each other in both of those lives."

I lay there as the sun set, sucking on an excellent expanding breast, which overflowed down onto my face and shoulders, and spilled onto the shore grass next to my body. As I licked and caressed the swollen, leaking tip of Betty's perfect breast, her nipple kissed back! Betty's nipple French-kissed my tongue in return, the beige bud swirling around in my mouth as my tongue circled it.

"Oh Bob, that feels so good! Oh, I just love how suck on my nipples!"

"Mmmm, and I love sucking on your nipples, my sexy Betty."

It's been a fantastical tale, one I can scarcely believe myself, of all the amazing experiences that have brought me to this place. But all the wild adventures were finally over, and I would now settle down to a quiet life in this new reality with my gorgeous young wife of many years.

I could feel my cock lengthen and grow thicker under the influence of Betty's sweet milk. The head of my swelling cock found its way into the sopping folds between Betty's legs. Betty whimpered in ecstasy as my rock-hard cock rubbed against her lemon-sized clitoris. I was amazed that Betty's clit had grown so much in all our decades together, becoming so much more sensitive and giving Betty so much more pleasure.

I gently urged my hips upward, and I knew that I was home, and that my throbbing penis was home, up inside Betty, where it had always belonged. Betty opened her mind to me, as I did to her. Our thoughts intertwined and rubbed against each other, and we made love with our minds as well as our bodies, sharing a unique intimacy that only a pair of lovers, perfectly mated by the melon, could attain.

I had two sets of memories in my head, of two different lives lived. I knew that Betty did too, that she remembered her life as Hoku, Annie's adopted daughter, her long-suffering confidante and personal assistant. The memories of my old life began to fade and become dreamlike, as if they were just like a story that I had written instead of a former, passing reality. I was sure that Betty's memories of being Hoku were also fading, as I suckled on her perfect nipples.

In their place, the memories of our new life became more real and immediate: of happy times spent with Betty and our five golden kids; how Betty learned to make her tits expand at will, just like Annie could; of nearly four decades of passionate daily lovemaking with my ageless golden nymph, who still looks like a teenager, and not at all a woman in her 50s, but who grows more beautiful, more youthful and vivacious, with every passing day and year.

The sky was a brilliant shade of fuscia-pink as I lay there suckling Betty's nipples. It was a sky that Annie would have liked. In my mind, I heard my gorgeous wife tell me to write down those fading memories of that other life which never happened, lest we forget them altogether. They will help us to always be grateful for our life together, that we never take each other or our happiness for granted. Betty urged that we should tell the world, to post our saga to share with others, even though no one would believe it. This is the saga that you have read, dear reader, and we thank you for interest and attention.

I was so grateful for the second chance, for this new life with Betty. I thought about Arianna, reunited forever with her husband William, exploring the cosmos together with Melonie and the Pxxx, and teaching all about the pleasures of nipples, penises, and vaginas. Will we ever see them again? I actually hoped not. I hoped instead that they would go their way, and we would go ours. But I have a sense that Annie knows how it all worked out for Betty and me, and that she's happy for us.

The pink sunset had faded to a blue twilight while we laid there on Our Isle, where we had lived for so many decades. I watched the stars come out one by one, sucking contentedly on Betty's succulent tits. My pulsating cock gently rocked back and forth inside her, my beloved wife moaning with pleasure as my lips and tongue caressed her puffy nipples, and as my penis caressed her vagina, as we both enjoyed the pleasure of each other's bodies.

I rocked Betty lovingly on that beach, and she moaned and whimpered as I imparted pleasure to her sweet nipples and moist vagina. I don’t know what the future will hold, but I do know that Betty and I are still so young after nearly 40 years together, our youth preserved after so long a time. We'll have lots of years ahead of us together to explore our love.

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