The Story of Our Homecoming Another Sequel to The Tale of Our Isle, continuing the story of Grandma Annie's Sea Journal. It has been wonderful to be at sea again after so many years! To feel again the thrill of the wind at my back, propelling our vessel forward! The rocking and pitching of the ship as it careens along through the waves! The shivering of the ship's timbers as they creak and groan! Ah, but then there is the sensation that I had not known in all my previous voyages... to share in these experiences with the woman I love! To hold my beloved at my side, to feel the ocean spray upon both our faces, to relish the lovely vision of her long hair blowing all about in the wind... such joys have I discovered on this voyage of the Helios! She is the greatest treasure of all women, my Arianna. She is the sweetest, kindest, most loving wife that any man could hope to have. Her words are always gentle, never harsh, she is content in all things, abiding patiently through privation, indifferent to abundance, and ambitious for nothing at all. My Arianna is resourceful, cheerful at labor, quick to assist, and never demanding. She is loyal, utterly devoted to me, expectant only that I reciprocate her ardency. In her have I only observed the best qualities of women, none of the worst. Upon her face, Arianna only wears a smile. She is quick with a laugh, of a playful demeanor, and overflowing with good cheer at all times. With these traits alone would my Arianna make a most excellent spouse. But she is also maddeningly beautiful. Her eyes are a haunting shade of green, verdant jewels that dazzle as emeralds, piercing eyes that look straight through to my heart each time I gaze therein, rimmed with thick, dark lashes, set under the delicate arches of her eyebrows. Her lips are red and full, as though silently beckoning a kiss, concealing two perfect rows of straight, white teeth. Her nose is small and straight, set amidst a face as smooth as cream, a gentle curve tracing her jaw and chin, and a healthy pink flush resting upon her cheeks. An elegant mane of thick, wavy, sand-colored tresses sprouts from her head, streaked with gold from whence the sun has kissed, falling all about her shoulders and cascading down her back. My wife and I are aboard the good ship Helios as the guests of my dearest friend, Captain Robert Penton, a merchantman out of San Francisco, California, whereto we are bound. Arianna and I had been marooned on a desert Isle for nine years, and were providentially rescued by Bob at our hour of most dire need. Such a wondrous tale it is of our rescue, but not any less remarkable than the years spent alone upon Our Isle. With such a mean, primitive existence, one might expect it to have been the greatest of hardships. To the contrary, our time upon Our Isle was the greatest of delights, owing entirely to the grateful, accommodating nature of my beautiful wife. Though born into an aristocratic life of comfort and leisure, my gorgeous Arianna endured our harsh circumstance with nary a complaint, always with a smile and a gracious word. What might have been an arduous ordeal of survival became instead a treasured adventure of daily bliss, a rapturous elation, and euphoric pleasure, owing entirely to the wondrous Arianna. For we were alone, utterly alone upon Our Isle, and free to express our love in a thousand ways, at any time we wished. With the exquisite Arianna, "at any time" becomes "at all times." I am told that some wives resist their husbands' amorous advances, while some are merely tolerant. Other wives are known to be willing to engage in intercourse with their man, and some perhaps are even eager. But my beloved wife is relentless in her amorous inclinations. My darling Arianna has a fervency for coupling, even an obsession, never tiring, seeking each and every opportunity for which to share our love. Her sexual appetite is equal to my own, oft times even greater, though my own drive is considerable. There we remained for nine impassioned years, continually nude amidst a tropical island paradise, our limbs entwined, passing hours at a time in continual embrace. For all the beauty that resides upon my beloved's face and head, even greater glories lie below her neck! Such a smooth, straight neck it is, curving downwardly onto her round shoulders, from which emanate her plump arms, terminating with the softest of hands, and the most delicate fingers. A fine back extends under her shoulders, tapering to an impossibly slender waist, and swelling outwards to the fullest of hips. My beloved has a most ample bottom, so very soft and ripe. Set therebelow are her thick, fleshy thighs which dwindle to narrow knees and flare back out to round calves, decreasing again to the thinnest of ankles, which are set upon tiny feet, very soft and smooth, tipped with plump, delicate toes. My wife Arianna is full where a woman should be full, and narrow where a woman should be narrow, comely in every aspect. But her most splendid charms of all are her enormous, overripe breasts. Hanging down below her shoulders, these magnificent orbs extend downwardly upon her smooth, round belly. So large are my wife's exquisite teats, that they are as the size of the largest of watermelons, each more than a foot across in width, and elongated even more so where they hang down oblong to her hips. Such a soft, creamy expanse of tender flesh! How Arianna's voluptuous teats jiggle and bounce with every small movement! How firm yet pliant are these supple spheres of amorous delight! Then there are my wife's nipples... her full, soft nipples... her exquisitely succulent nipples. Such a wonder of feminine beauty they are. Tender roseate buds of the softest flesh, the size of ripe plums, crossed with subtle folds and creases all about. Arianna's aethereal nipples are set amidst silky smooth areoles the size of a saucer. How this diaphanous skin does shine and glisten, nearly translucent, offering a view of the veins thereunder. Arianna's beautiful paps quiver and tremble, sending a thrill through my person each time I gaze upon them. How the sight of Arianna's splendid nipples drives me to frenzy! Every stretch of Arianna's skin is perfect, having a hale and wholesome crimson tint, made brasen by the rays of the sun. Arianna has three very delightful moles, one at the base of her back, on the left, one on the inner portion of her right thigh adjacent to her nethers, and another upon her lower belly, near her left hip. How do I love to caress these moles! To plant kisses all about them as my mouth explores every surface. Arianna's skin is not blemished with hair, other than the lush masses that grow from her scalp, the dark thickets that encircle her eyelids, and the thin arches upon her brow. No hairs are found to sprout from my wife's legs nor her arms nor the pits thereunder, neither is there a furry bush about her secret place, as with all other women. My remarkable wife's nethers are utterly bare, so that my view of the full lips of her vulva is unobstructed. So smooth is her lower abdomen, and so delightful is the place where the plump outer lips divide. Extending far down therebetween are the swollen petals of her inner lips, which are juicy at all times, fairly oozing with the expectance of our next coupling. Therebetween is the engorged rosebud of Arianna's clitoris, the tender portion that fuels her relentless desire, the dynamo of her sexual engine, sweet organ of concupiscent delight. Though a continual enjoyment it is to engage in love play with my erotic goddess, I also love to simply view her nude form from afar. How I love to observe her sensual movements, to see her walk slowly, through the shady bush, how her ripe bottom would swivel from side to side as she strides away, how the enormous spheres of her breasts would shake and bounce and jiggle as she strides toward me. How my heart would throb to see the rays of the sun dance upon her nipples, as she would stretch her arms upwards to the sky, running her delicate fingers through her sandy locks, striking my most favorite pose. How would my manhood pulsate as she would draw near, winsome smile upon her face, soft hands reaching out to stroke my rigid member. Then there is the love fruit, the amazing breast melon, that causes my wife's teats to swell impossibly, beyond all bounds of nature, and my own manhood to engorge, as if to surpass the point of bursting. An insane erotic delirium descends upon us as we partake of this fruit, from whence my wife's breasts become massive spheres of quivering flesh, and my own member sprouts like a mighty oak. Under the influence of the melon, our relations become transcendental, aethereal. The melon has driven our appetite for coupling lo, these many years, and has permanently increased the endowments of my wife's breasts to their present size. It would also appear that the virtues of the melon include the preservation of youth, for time has stood still for my wife Arianna, who, though approaching her thirtieth year, appears as young and fresh as the day we met when she was but a girl of seventeen. Our melon is now lost to us, along with Our Isle, though we have retained a cache of seeds and some flasks of the liquor distilled from the juice of the melon. We will seek fertile ground for these seeds when we are established in our new home. Arianna and I will always treasure our years of open nude frolic upon Our Isle. It has been a difficult transition for us to rejoin human society, but the excellent crew of the Helios has greatly eased our grief, following our sudden and tragic departure from our home of longstanding. Having said farewell to the natural wilds of Our Isle, Arianna and I look forward to our next adventure, in the human wilds of the California boom town of San Francisco, where we shall soon make landfall. Following our rescue, I have served aboard the Helios, acting as the ship's executive officer, overseeing the ship's general operations while the Captain tends to his many business arrangements. This has greatly relieved the Captain, who found himself shorthanded when his first mate deserted the ship in port, requiring the young and inexperienced Lieutenant Jackson to assume the role. Jackson has performed splendidly, and has proven to be a very quick study. So complete have his skills become that I anticipate another promotion soon awaits him when Captain Penton retires from the sea to assume full control of his company's operations on land. In addition to Robert's three ships, another two are to be commissioned shortly after our landfall, which will represent a two-thirds increase in his business. My good friend Bob has come to enjoy some well-deserved prosperity! I have agreed to stay on with Robert's business for a time, immediately following our landfall, and provide whatever useful service he might require. This might be difficult for Arianna and me, coming from an Isle of solitude, to adjust to life in a crowded city of 50,000 souls. Bob and his wife Millie have been such great friends to Arianna and me, perhaps we could work with them and make a life in California, rather than settle in the Stoney Mountains of the Colorado River country, as we had planned. I suppose we shall just to have to see how things fall out, and remain attentive to our opportunities. Landfall I was asleep in our quarters, and enjoying a very excellent dream. I was back upon Our Isle with Arianna, and we were gathering some victuals for our dinner. Arianna stood a way off, and I was admiring her from afar, she being in the nude, as was usually the case. Basket in hand, Arianna was bending over picking berries. Her enormous breasts swayed pendulously from side to side as she reached, and the swollen protuberances of her nipples went all aquiver each time a berry was plucked from the bush. Watching my gorgeous wife's teats bounce and jiggle distracted me from my own work, as happened so very often. Then Arianna turned to reach up into a tree to pick some fruit. Standing on her toes, reaching overhead, Arianna arched her luscious back, accentuating the sharp taper of her narrow waist. She raised one soft foot backwards as she reached up high, and craned her neck so that she might reach a high-hanging branch. My wife's lissome body was fully extended, which emphasized each subtle curve, every graceful contour, of her exquisitely lithe form. As she was unable to reach, I came over to lend her a hand. Coming up behind, I slipped behind her, slithering my partially-erect penis against her plump bottom, and gliding my hand up her arm to reach the fruit. Placing the produce in her soft hand, I reached my other hand over her belly as I nuzzled her neck. Arianna turned her head to recline it atop mine, and cooed affectionately, placing her free hand atop my own. She guided my hand in a circular motion all over her belly, and then slid it upward over the considerable expanse of her breast. Arianna gasped abruptly and snapped her head back as my hand encountered the overripe pink plum of her nipple. Her gasps became groans as I stroked the swollen pap, and the groans became fervent whimpers as I pinched and twisted the delightfully tender flesh. Now my other hand joined in the play, grasping and squeezing the other nipple, while pressing and mashing and lifting together the tremendous white melons. My manhood swelled and thickened at the delectable sensation of her most tender flesh between my fingers, so that the rigid member pressed insistently against the softness of her bottom, against which I rubbed and gyrated therearound. Soon Arianna could no longer contain herself, whipping her body around and clutching my cock with both her soft hands. Dropping hard to her knees, both gigantic mammaries heaved and bounced heavily, swinging and swaying and trembling. With one great swoop, Arianna's mouth opened up upon my cock, and her tongue slathered all about the meaty tube. Her eager mouth made all manner of slurping and sucking noises as she earnestly worked her wonders, her hair flying all about as her head bounded up and down thereon. Such a scene was enacted a thousand times upon Our Isle, so perhaps the dream was a recollection, or perhaps it was a fresh imagining. Nonetheless, the orgiastic sensation upon my cock was so intense that I soon began to awake, and opened my eyes to our cabin aboard the Helios. I was splayed out on my back, across our bed, and my beautiful wife Arianna was sucking hardfast upon my cock! Oh, how do I love being awakened by my wife in this manner! Such a morning delight always bodes favorably for a fine day, for this is the most excellent manner in which to arise! I laid there prone, utterly helpless under the skillful ministrations performed by my wife upon my member, as her tongue glided along over every surface, every contour of its head, evoking pleasure with each slobbering suckle. As she caressed my manhood with her lips and tongue, her fingers gently stroked about my balls and all around that area, so that my entire groin was stimulated with erotic sensation. As I laid there, I could feel the firm but yielding flesh of Arianna's luscious breasts pressing against my thighs. So soft did the pliant orbs feel against my skin. I would have reached over to touch the supple mounds, to stroke and fondle the tender nipples with my fingers, but I was caught fast in Arianna's spell, as she suckled upon my cock. I lay there for a long while, utterly enraptured with my wife's loving care upon my member, but then my sensual reverie was shocked and shattered by the call of the crewman from atop the crow's nest. "Land ho!" he bellowed, repeating again, "California ho!" A rustling stampede of footsteps followed, thumping hard upon the deck over our heads, as the crewmen crowded the forecastle to strain for a look at the land. My wife was undeterred, and did not slacken the attention she lavished upon my engorged member. But I was further distracted by another call, from directly overhead. "All hands on deck! Posthaste!" bellowed the Captain, his tone very earnest. Sounds of footfalls could be heard from all over the ship, converging on our position. I slid my fingers through my wife's hair, caressing her scalp. "Arianna... I must go. I am needed topside." Her mouth popped off my cock and she gazed at me directly with a furrowed brow, commanding her most noble bearing, an ominous look of mock menace mingling with a wicked smile. "William Gillingham, you shall not leave me until we are finished!" "But my love," said I, "you heard the Captain. I must go. A ship runs on order and discipline." Without another word, Arianna slid her body upwards along my own, and flopped her enormous breasts into my face, bouncing them up and down so that the swollen protrusions of her engorged nipples batted and brushed against my lips and cheeks. Arianna's lovely mane fell all about the sides of my face, a wonderful fragrance wafting forth from the gold-streaked locks. Orders be damned! My ardor inflamed to a blazing conflagration. I seized the soft, dangling orbs with both hands, and brought both rosy tips to my mouth. Arianna let out a shuddering moan as I slavered those softest paps with my lips and tongue. She cried out with a sharp yelp as I drew the distended pink buds into my mouth, so that a flow of her creamy milk was soon let down. Arianna's sweet lactation had its expected effect, for it made my cock swell even more, growing longer and thicker with each sweet gulp. Such a sensation in my cock is indescribable, as I suckle upon my Arianna's sweet milk. With each creamy swallow, a tingle is felt all along the length of my rigid organ, from the engorged head all along down to the base where the shaft meets the groin. Arianna's wondrous lactation causes such a powerful sensation to dance along the entire surface of the throbbing tube, as though a thousand tongues of sensual electricity were caressing each spot of cock flesh, all atingle with erotic stimulation as if to make the load of seed explode forth on its own, were I to remain suckling there upon those succulent nipples. In that same moment, Arianna pivoted her hips downward, so that her juicy nethers bore down hard upon the pulsating shaft. My cock slid readily into her secret place, causing a fresh fulmination of excitement burst forth from my pulsating organ. Arianna's hips drove up and down upon my cock, so quickly and urgently as if to coax the seed from my balls. Back and forth she rammed her hips down hard upon my groin, her head lolling around, biting her own lip in a failed attempt to muffle her impassioned cries, which undoubtedly sailed straight through the paper-thin walls of our cabin to the ears of the gathered crew. Arianna's massive teats bounced free from my hands, flopping and bustling all about, spraying milk all over my face. Faster and faster did she pump along upon my member, yipping wildly with each rapid stroke. Then her pussy squeezed out an orgasm upon my cock, and then another and another, again and again. Then my distended organ seemed to inflate all the more as it ascended to its own summit, tension building and building as toward a massive detonation. A great gush burst forth from my penis as from a surging geyser, a mammoth load of semen disgorging in a single tremendous squirt. My entire form shuddered and quaked as the seed was impelled powerfully outward from my body and into Arianna's yearning vagina. I lay there but a moment trembling as my body sought to quickly recover. Regretfully, I had no time to hold my wife and gaze into her dazzling green eyes, no time to bask with her in the warm glow that follows copulation. I hurriedly grabbed my wife to myself, and with a quick kiss, bade her good morning. I rolled her onto her side as she chortled at my haste, withdrawing my long member from the sticky wetness of her secret place. Snatching my drawers from beside the bed, I drew my legs quickly up into them, while also attempting to stand up in a single fluid motion. But this rushed attempt failed, as the breeches caught up at my knees, so that I lost my balance, tumbling to the floor as a sack of potatoes. My wife roared with merciless laughter at my plight as I attempted once again to stand, stumbling to the floor once more as the drawers reached my hips. I fumbled at buttoning the fly, made further difficult by the rubbery, not-yet-entirely-flaccid elongation hanging from my loins. I stuffed my partially-erect member down a pant leg and wrestled the fly closed. I threw one arm into a shirtsleeve, and then the other, and closed up the shirt buttons as I made to head out upon the deck barefoot. Bursting out of our cabin, I stubbed a bare toe upon the threshold, thus tripping, and again found myself horizontal upon the main deck. Resounding laughter was heard on both sides of the door, from the crewmen assembled before me, and also from my naked wife in the dark cabin behind me, curled up under our bedcovers. "We are so happy you could finally join us, Mr. Gillingham!" teased my "friend," Captain Penton, looking down with a wink and a smile from the forecastle deck above. I drew myself up, closed the door to our cabin, and meekly took my place in the line to receive the day's orders, the crew laughing and slapping me upon the back. Such are the burdens that a man must bear when married to a woman possessed of nymphomania! The Captain congratulated the men on their admirable service during this long and difficult voyage. Since he was retiring to the shore, he also announced that Lieutenant Jackson would be assuming the role of captain, effective immediately. Young Jackson's eyes popped open wide, for this news was just as unexpected to him. I led the crew in three cheers for the new Captain Jackson, who thanked the crew profusely and entreated them for their ongoing support on the next voyage. A strong westerly was at our back, so it was early in the first watch as the ship drew near the shore. Arianna had dressed by then and joined me upon the deck. I wrapped an arm around my wife's waist and drew her near as we shared the sight of our destination. "There is it is, Arianna... California, the newest addition to the United States of America." "Oh William! What a beautiful land it is! How exciting!" The ship was fast approaching a fog layer that obscured a portion of the shoreline. "William! We are headed straight into that fog!" gasped Arianna. "Do we mean to crash into the shore and run aground?" "No, my dear," I explained, "this fog conceals the entrance to the bay of San Francisco. I am told the narrow strait within has lately become known as 'The Golden Gate.'" "Well, I certainly hope the Captain knows how to steer the ship into the correct place!" huffed Arianna. Bob Penton overhead Arianna's remark, and addressed young Jackson. "Yes, Captain Jackson, what about it? Are you ready to take us into port?" Jackson blanched, staring at the ominous fog layer, and then put on his stiffest upper lip, barking out a crisp, confident, "yes sir!" Jackson gave orders to trim the sails to reduce our speed, and brought the ship about to run a course parallel with the shoreline. Bringing us around slowly, the Helios crept into the fog, thus passing through the Golden Gate. The mist was quite cool and crisp, for we were now in a temperate latitude, which neither Arianna nor I had experienced for nearly a decade. "Oh, William, darling," enthused Arianna, "this is absolutely marvelous! It is just like London on a cool morning! I do believe that I have missed the London fog moreso than anything else of my former home! Ohhhh.... feel that moist air, the cool dampness... for all its tropical delights, there was nothing of the like upon Our Isle! I may come to like San Francisco!" My wife closed her eyes and rolled her head back, gently swaying her hips, a blissful smile upon her lips. The dew settled upon her, causing the wavy curls of her hair to relax and straighten as her head tilted from side to side. Knowing my wife so well, I could see she was becoming sexually aroused by the fog. I drew her close and held her tightly, in the hopes of quenching her ardor, lest she become inflamed with passion right there upon the deck. As we approached the piers, they were surrounded by a great crowd of vessels, all seeking to make port, stalled and anchored in the fog. We were thus unable to pilot the ship into the company's docks at the wharf. After a time, the fog began to lift, so that we could espy the silhouette of the buildings upon the shore. Not wishing to waste the entire day, Bob decided that his party would make for shore in a landing boat. Arianna and I joined Bob, Mrs. Penton, and little Henrietta in the boat, and he and I rowed the short distance to the wharf. The crew remained aboard to bring the ship around, as Captain Jackson would supervise the debarking and unloading. We climbed up the ladder to the dock, and soon, our feet trod upon the mainland for the first time in nearly a decade. Before touring the facility, Bob and Millie walked us over to the main street. Arianna and I were shocked and alarmed by the hustle and bustle, as a great stampede of humanity carried on about its business. After being utterly alone for so many years, even the shock of being thrust into close quarters with a crew of 87 could not prepare us for a city of 50,000. It was difficult to imagine so many souls residing in such a cramped space, and we found the whole scene quite repugnant. My mind wandered back to the several times I visited this place in my earlier voyages, though it was then a sleepy little mission village known to me as Yerba Bwaina, and the site of an old Spanish fort. Since that time, this land had been acquired by the United States, in the aftermath of a war with Mexico that transpired during our exile upon Our Isle. I was astounded at such transformations in a mere ten years, following the discovery of gold in the hills of the California countryside. Arianna appeared quite dismayed, her earlier enthusiasm for the place now dispelled with the fog. The street was merely a length of muddy ruts, through which wagon wheels dragged along at all times. The mud was mingled with horse manure, and a foul stench otherwise filled the air, suggesting generally poor sanitation. All the male passersby gawked at my lovely wife, blatantly ogling her considerable breasts, for in a frontier town, women are in short supply, and none of the women within my line of sight were anywhere near approaching my Arianna in beauty. Arianna drew her shawl over her head and wrapped it evermore tightly over her shoulders, in part to guard against the morning chill, and in part to deny these lecherous pedestrians a view of her bosom and other feminine charms. Arianna looked at me gravely and shook her head, silently communicating that she did not wish to remain in such a place any longer than absolutely necessary. Returning to the docks, the mist had cleared away and the sky had become a sparkling blue. Arianna gazed out across the bay, spying various islands and the far shore, and, turning her head about, fixed her eyes upon a far point. "William, what is that small isle out upon the water, off to the north?" inquired my lovely vision. "My dear," I replied, "that little isle is known as 'Alcatraz.'" "Perhaps we could make our home there?" suggested my voluptuous beauty. "It appears deserted. The authorities could erect a lighthouse there, and you and I could be its keepers." Bob Penton interjected, "Mrs. Gillingham, that island is merely a rock jutting upwards from the waters of the bay. It is a place suitable only for seabirds to land and leave their droppings. I do not believe you would find it any sort of a favorable habitation compared to your former home. Besides, the property has been acquired by the U.S. Army, who intend to construct a fort thereon." "Hmmm, 'tis a pity," spoke Arianna. "William, perhaps one day we shall inhabit an island once more?" "Whatever pleases you, my sweetest heart," I replied. "The only place on earth I care to be is anywhere I might have you at my side." Our party entered the offices of R. Penton & Co., where the company shore staff was working busily, and everyone stopped to greet their newly-returned employer. Introductions were made all around, and Bob's superintendent, Mr. Jonas, assured him that matters were kept well in hand during the long months of the round-trip voyage. Bob and Millie showed us about the company yard, including the docks and storehouses, and also my new office. Meanwhile, the crew had brought the Helios into dock. Bob and I went forth to lend a hand while the ladies remained in the office, taking tea. Arianna came out to join me as the work was finished. The crew came around to say goodbye and wish us well in our new life. Many fond words were exchanged, along with promises of future visits. We especially were gratified to speak with our friend Waterman, a Ute Indian who stood up with me as my groomsman at our wedding aboard ship. Waterman had regaled us with many stories of the Stoney Mountains, and frequently invited us to visit the Colorado country. He was now returning home to rejoin his wife and the rest of his people after spending a time upon the Great Water that he had heard of as a young boy. Waterman produced a pair of ornate carvings, circular shapes with long radiating spikes about the periphery, each strung about with a leather cord. "Bill and Annie," our friend said, "if you should come to our land, keep these tokens with you. Show them if you meet my people. They will know that you are my friends and will receive you as welcome guests of our tribe. You will be honored as my brother, as you honored me as your brother at your wedding." This was indeed an honor, for a white man to be regarded as a brother by an Indian, especially after so many long years of warfare between our peoples. Waterman placed the tokens around our necks. I shook his hand and Arianna gave him a hug. As we departed, we turned and he still looked on, raising his hand in a gesture of farewell. The Finest Homecoming By now, the day was long spent, so the Pentons walked us down a wooden boardwalk to a respectable part of town, and checked us into the Hotel Chamberlain, an elegant establishment, where they themselves resided. At the hotel, we dined on a sumptuous meal, far and away superior to the mean fare enjoyed aboard ship. Ah, to sink my teeth into a fresh steak after so many years! And potatoes with butter! It was as the ambrosia of the gods! Thanking the Pentons for their generous hospitality, we bade them goodnight and retired to our room. What a lavish room it was! We later learned that it was the bridal suite! "Oh, William!" said Arianna, "A four-poster bed! Oh, look how luxurious it is!" My wife ran over and plopped her plump bottom upon the bed, and I took my place beside her. It was a feather bed of the finest quality, so very thick that our bodies sank deeply therein. Arianna turned her sultry green eyes toward me, the corners of her full, red lips turned upwards in an inviting smile that I understood perfectly. My thoughts were aligned with hers, but I thought better to draw her gaze across the suite. "My dear," said I, "did you notice the copper bathtub off yonder? It is very large, and appears big enough for two!" Next to the tub sat several pails of hot water, the steam rising from the surface. This hotel is indeed the finest of accommodations to include such an amenity. Good old Bob had arranged this to be waiting for us at the end of our dinner. He did not fail to neglect a single detail to give us the finest homecoming! My wife Arianna rose and strode slowly toward the tub, her long skirt billowing along the floor with each step. She turned her face over her shoulder, flashing to me a warm smile. Reaching the side of the tub, she turned sideways, allowing her shawl to fall to the floor, smiling again and offering to me a profile view of her magnificent breasts. Her swollen teats strained tightly against the fabric of the ill-fitting blouse, fashioned for her by Mrs. Penton during our voyage. Lifting her leg and placing her boot upon the rim of the tub, Arianna raised her skirt, exposing her luscious thigh, and began to undo the laces of the long boot that reached nearly to her knee. I watched admiringly as she pulled off the first boot, and placing the other boot upon the tub's rim, unlaced that one as well. My fingers trembling at the titillating sight of my vivacious wife disrobing, I fumbled at my own bootlaces as I sat upon the bed. Soon my own boots were off, as were Arianna's, and I rose to join her barefoot beside the tub. Arianna stood upright to face me, arms at her side, expectant smile upon her face. I drew before her and cupped her face with my hands, inclining it upwards before my own. Her verdant green eyes glittered and dazzled, auroras of love dancing forth. As I placed my lips upon hers, Arianna's tongue snaked eagerly into my mouth, and we wrapped our arms around one another as our tongues slithered thereabout. Pulling apart, Arianna unbuttoned my shirt from top to bottom. Sliding her hands all along my belly and chest, she rolled the shirt off my shoulders and pulled the sleeves free from my wrists. Then I set about to work upon the buttons of her blouse. No matter how many times I do this, no matter how often I have undressed the exquisite Arianna, nothing can compare to my thrill at the initial unveiling of my wife's enormous breasts! Starting at her neckline, the excitement mounts as each button comes undone, dipping lower and lower, exposing inch by inch the lengthy cleave that divides the succulent orbs. The tight buttons come undone with difficulty, the fabric stretched taut at the button holes, as the tender breast flesh extrudes over the parted edges of the blouse. My hands round the curve of her front, finally working underneath the quivering mams. The blouse spreads open as the last button comes undone, and the supple spheres spill forth! Oh, how my heart does palpitate upon the first sight of Arianna's bloated nipples! Released from their bonds, how do the pliant orbs bounce and jiggle as they find their new resting place upon her belly. How the rosaceous buds of her nipples do quiver and tremble, a sheen upon the tender flesh of her silky areoles. How do I love to grasp them and fondle the supple mounds as my wife gasps and groans. In another moment, my hands glide up to her smooth shoulders, rounding over their tops to slide the blouse therefrom. The blouse slips away from her wrists and flutters down to the floor. A warm smile breaks across Arianna's lips as she stands before me, nude from the waist up, sandy, golden-streaked locks flowing over her shoulders, down onto the creamy watermelons of flesh that hang, bouncing and jiggling, from her chest. Arianna fumbles urgently at the buttons enclosing my breeches. The pressure thus relieved, my powerful organ inflates with the inrushing of blood thereto. She slides off the breeches by gliding her soft palms over my backside, as I perform a similar service for her, working her skirt over the curves of her ample hips. Arianna's skirt piles at her ankles. The sheer loveliness of her fullest voluptuous beauty is now revealed. Arianna gracefully raises one foot from the skirt, then the other, that I may bask in the full sensual radiance of my wife's nudity. Clasping again Arianna's plump bottom, I pressed her firm mammaries against my chest, reaching around to stroke the backs of her full thighs. Drawing her sylph-like form away from mine, Arianna then bent over to grab a pail of hot water, her massive breasts swinging perilously from side to side with this motion. Lifting the bucket and pouring the water into the tub, a cloud of steam rose forth. Leaning upon the basin, her breasts swinging and her nipples quivering, Arianna turned her head as a warm smile passed over her lips. Such a view did my voluptuous wife offer of her overripe bottom, with the tender folds of her juicy flowers peeking out thereunder. Such a glorious sight is the vivacious Arianna when viewed from every aspect. Tentatively sticking in a toe, Arianna stepped into the bath with one plump leg, and then the other. "The water is absolutely delicious, My King," spoke my gorgeous, nude wife. I grabbed a bucket and poured it upon the tender mounds of Arianna's breasts. Her head rolled back ecstatically as she moaned with pleasure. This was to be the first proper bath in over a decade for either of us, and my woman luxuriated in the sensation of the steaming hot water. I poured on two more buckets, about her back and another upon her overflowing bosom. I then stepped a toe in of my own, and then the other foot. I then reclined in the basin, drawing Arianna upon my lap, her back against my chest, her plump bottom resting upon my erect penis. We laid there, soaking in the warmth, as I gently caressed Arianna's tender, plum-sized nipples, the swollen buds made even softer and more sensitive by the heat of the bath. It was the first time in all those years that my hand held a proper bar of soap, and I grasped it to rub against my wife's supple body. All around her form, working from her face, neck, and shoulders, all down upon her breasts, the lather make the succulent mams all slippery. Inclining her to lean forward, I washed all about Arianna's back and then her belly. Reaching forward to her legs, I scrubbed her feet and all up her ankles to the sweet curve of her calves. Bidding her to stand, I washed all about her belly, her bottom, and her thighs, not neglecting the sweet folds of her hairless nethers. All about my wife's ripe body did I caress with the soap, scrubbing each spot, so that her skin was pink and glistening. I then set about to wash my wife's hair. I removed the pins that held Arianna's hair upon her head, so that her flowing locks cascaded down upon her shoulders, the ends dipping into the bath. Using some milder soap given for this purpose, I wetted her locks with another pail hot water, and lathered up her hair, scrubbing at her scalp to remove the last of the sea voyage, and then carefully rinsed her locks. Arianna then performed a similar procedure on me, taking great care to specially clean my swollen, rigid cock. We lounged in the bath water 'til it became tepid, whereupon we drew up out of the water, and I dried Arianna's lovely form with the hotel's soft towels. I then used a razor to shave my beard, which I had last done aboard the H.M.S. Delight, nine years previously. Having finished, Arianna scowled, as she loved my beard, especially the manner in which it would tickle her thighs! But I wished to observe the changes wrought upon my face by the passage of nine years time. "No, William, I do not like it, not one little bit" opined my wife. "You appear as a young boy! I am in love with a man! How could it be that you appear so youthful, as you are nearly 30 years old?" Looking in the mirror, I had to agree. As we've seen, such has been the effect of the love melon, to hold back the sands of time. Since I did not like the clean shave myself, we agreed that I would grow back the beard immediately. I then set upon brushing out my wife's thick tresses, for the hotel provided us with all manner of articles for grooming. Arianna's golden mane dried nearly straight, and grew so thereafter. In returning to the damp temperate latitudes, the loose, wavy, golden curls of Arianna's locks began to relax, as they no longer felt the daily influence of the sun and salt sea as upon Our Tropical Isle. In time, the tanned shade of her flesh also faded, becoming creamy white once again. Though I did miss the olivine, Mediterranean aspect of her skin, I did so love that my Arianna's flesh had once again become snowy white, as she had appeared on our wedding day, so many years previous. Arianna stood looking at herself in the full-length mirror as I brushed her hair. As we never had a mirror upon Our Isle, and only a tiny one aboard ship, she had never before seen the stupendous proportions of her own body. She stared at herself with a look of wonder, clasping a firm breast and lifting it, squeezing the full mams and stroking a circle around the enlarged areoles. She appeared quite astounded, and now appreciated my own ongoing amazement, seeing herself now as I had seen her each day for the past nine years. The hair brushing completed, I wrapped my arms around Arianna from behind. She smiled back at me in the mirror, and I was nearly maddened with arousal to see my wife and hold her, both at once. I rubbed my distended penis against her ripe bottom, and her eyes closed sensually, thoroughly enjoying the feel of the firm member against herself. Opening her eyes, she looked at the various jars and bottles set about the grooming table. "I wonder what these are?" she said, as she inspected the various salves, creams, and ointments for a woman's beautification. One vial in particular caught her attention, and she raised it to her nose to sniff. A broad smile burst forth upon her face. She looked at me in the mirror, a sultry gaze upon her countenance. "Coconut oil," cooed Arianna. A mutual thrill shivered through both our hearts as we recalled the many happy encounters applying this lotion of love upon Our Isle. I turned my wife around and placed a passionate kiss upon her lips. Scooping her up into my arms, I carried her over to the four-poster bed, setting the vial upon the nightstand. I laid the voluptuous nude form of my beautiful Arianna upon her back as she veritably sank into the soft depths of the feather mattress, massive teats flopping to either side. I crawled onto the bed next to her, and was also lost within the soft comfort. "Oh, my darling William," enthused my wife, turning to face me, "this is heavenly! It is as though being afloat upon a cloud!" I cuddled up right beside Arianna, lifting her mammoth teat from its resting place on the bed, and setting the soft, supple orb upon my chest. Still gazing into my eyes, a smile crossed Arianna's face as I gently fondled the swollen nipple, her mouth opening with a thrill. She reached her hand over and clasped my penis, her soft fingers tenderly stroking its rigid shank. I turned along onto my side and Arianna did the same, her ample breasts squeezed between our bodies, my cock pressed tightly against her belly. We sank deeply into the bed, so that we were nearly lost within the pile of feathers. Our lips met, and our heads rolled around as we kissed, tongues slithering between each others' mouths, my one arm wrapped around her lovely head, the other hand stroking and kneading Arianna's plump thigh and ripe bottom. After a time, Arianna drew away, sitting up on an elbow, allowing her breasts to flop forward, bouncing and jiggling, an expectant smile upon her face. I reached around and retrieved the vial of oil. I rested the vial atop one full breast, gingerly tipping the vial so that a quantity of oil flowed out. The fragrance of coconut filled the air, and in our minds, we were transported back to Our Isle, imagining its tropical blue skies and warm ocean breezes. The oil flowed down in streaks onto Arianna's nipple, the flesh glistening where touched by the oil. I cupped the wondrous sphere with both hands, and circled my hands over the creamy expanse, smearing the oil all about my wife's breast, squeezing and kneading the supple flesh. Applying another dose to the massive teat, I swirled by hands all around, working the oil into the breast tissues, thus making my wife's soft teats to become even softer. Arianna was thoroughly enraptured with these attentions and moaned gently as I worked the tender flesh of the massive globe. Sitting up, I raised Arianna from her elbow, and seated her upon my lap, so that her plump thighs straddled my hips, the heat of her moist nethers pressed against the base of my cock. Turning to Arianna's other breast, I repeated the procedure, pouring a quantity of oil thereupon which flowed down in streams around the circumference of the glorious orb. Grasping and gliding and squeezing all about, my hands plied all about Arianna's softest spheres so that the tender flesh extruded from between my fingers. Covered with the fragrant emollient, Arianna's soft nipples glistened, her areoles becoming even more shiny than usual. As my fingers glided all around, Arianna became increasingly aroused, trembling and groaning more and more loudly with this stimulation upon her slippery nipples. Now I worked both breasts together, squeezing and plying them, my hands aslipping all around, and her teats sliding against one another, as I fondled and pinched her sensitive nipples, rolling the succulent buds between my fingers. Arianna's head rolled all about, her moans becoming a rapid series of shrill gasps, her bottom gyrating about on my lap. My pulsating member stood fully erect, a full eighteen inches above my groin, enslimed from contacting my wife's juicy nethers that she rubbed against its base. Amidst her fervidly enlivened state, Arianna snatched the oil and poured the vial atop my cock, and set about sliding her soft fingers all around its length and girth. My body shuddered, overcome by this erotic assault. I released my wife's slippery breasts, falling backwards and sinking into the bed of feathers. Arianna pressed both swollen teats hard over the throbbing phallus, burying my engorged member in her velvet cleave therebetween, squeezing thereupon so that the rosy tips of her nipples puffed forth. Then she heaved her tender pillows up and down upon the pulsating shaft. Slipping along with the slimy oil, my swollen cock palpitated and trembled, overcome by the softness of the greasy mounds of mammary flesh. Enraptured thus, I was removed from that place and heard again in my mind the sounds of the waves crashing upon the shores of Our Isle. I gazed up upon my wife's sweet smiling face, looking down lovingly from above her enormous compressed globes, and it was as if her face was set before a blue sky, and a palm tree high above her head. It was as though the soft shore grass was underneath, rather than the soft feather mattress of the four-poster bed at the hotel. This happy delirium continued as I drew the swollen pink plums of her nipples into my mouth. Nothing evokes a memory more clearly than a smell or a savor! The delicious taste upon her nipples recalled the many the times I had coated the voluptuous Arianna all about with coconut, and would lick each delightful inch of her flesh, from her beautiful head to her plump little toes. In my mind, I revisited the scenes of our marriage chamber under the rockface, our wonderful lagoon, along every open stretch of seashore, and our magnificent chalet at the mountain top, in the warm light of the sun and the cool of the shade, all the places where I devoted many an hour to suckling at my gorgeous wife's nipples. In my mind's eye, I recalled how Arianna's beautiful breasts would expand, swelling beyond their normally gigantic size. How they would grow heavy as they rested upon my face, how the soft flesh would swell, covering over my nose and mouth as though I might suffocate under her ample feminine charms! I recalled the sensation of tender breast flesh expanding in my cupped hands, squeezing between my open fingers as the luscious orbs would inflate. How I remembered the feeling of Arianna's soft paps within my mouth as they would swell, pushing apart my jaws as the tender nipple flesh would increase, growing evermore large as my tongue would caress therealong. How I would grasp an enormous teat with both hands as my lips and tongue would suckle, and all my fingers splayed apart could not encircle even a single creamy mound as it enlarged in diameter. And how a firm squeeze would distend the rosy nipple all the more, so that it filled my mouth with a gush of Arianna's creamy milk. Oh, how my gorgeous wife would gasp and moan as I played about with her succulent, inflating breasts. How each lick, each suckle, how every tender squeeze would drive her to ever greater heights of erotic pleasure, so that her nether place oozed all about my own parts as she gyrated around. Such memories flooded in with the coconut fragrance that Arianna and I were transported once again to that place and time. Though our existence upon Our Isle was utterly primitive, our days were filled with shared joys unknown to kings and queens in great palaces! At these thoughts, I was filled with a profound sadness, keenly sensing the loss of our island home. As I pondered these lost joys, Arianna's tender paps let down twin streams of sweet lactation, her moist nethers rubbing against my rigid tube of flesh. Fresh delights filled me again with these treasured sensations, which caused my throbbing organ to swell ever longer. Nonetheless, I began to weep as I vividly recalled the loss of our idyllic island paradise. I now shared the melancholia that has plagued Arianna since our hasty departure from Our Beloved Isle. I looked up at my wife's face, and though her expression was one of ecstatic bliss, tears streamed from the corners of her own eyes. I knew through our silent mutual understanding that the coconut fragrance had also caused her to relive the same memories, for she was also grieving this loss, even in the midst of orgiastic pleasance. I suckled some more at the enchanting pink buds, and then my Arianna wriggled her ripe bottom from my groin, along the length of my member and over its top, and all along my belly, working her way up along my chest. I trembled with excitement at the moist trail that oozed from her secret place as she squirmed upward along my form. As her sweet pussy approached my neck, she shook free her nipples from my mouth, a milky spray squirting from her luscious mams. I slid my face downward to meet her dripping vagina, and rolled my face all around in the wetness of its incredible juicy folds. Arianna groaned loudly, her groans pierced by sharp gasps as my tongue and lips discovered her sensitive places therein. My tongue did snake back and forth into her furrow, and all about the inner and outer lips of her magnificent garden. As a master conductor, I performed a symphony upon her flowers, and building to a crescendo, I swallowed the succulent rosebud of her clitoris. Arianna's body shook and trembled, she screaming frantically with each masterful stroke. For I knew from years of devoted love play precisely how perform upon the delightful musical instrument that is my wife's vagina, how to evoke the precise melody of orgiastic moans and screams from my wife's lips, and how to hit every note with skilled timing. Arianna's form quaked and convulsed as she played this tune of erotic utterances. Her sweet pussy made a great sucking sound as it contracted about my face, and squirted a mess of fluid into my mouth. Licking and suckling her clitoris mightily, a series of sloppy squeezes and squirts followed in succession as her form thrashed about upon my face, Arianna yelping on key and shuddering from head to toe as each exploding orgasm wracked her form. One squeeze followed another upon my face as Arianna bellowed forth her undying love for me, as I lapped up the oozing squirts. "OH, WILLIAM!!!....OOOOHHH, MY KING!!!.... OH, MY PUSSY!!!! OH, HOW I DO LOVE YOU!!!" After a long while, her frenetic tumult was becalmed, and Arianna beamed down at me with a satisfied smile, her beautiful eyes sparkling and bedazzled, still moist with tears turned from regret to joy. She squirmed her bottom away from my face and onto my shoulders, and back down my chest again, wiping another wonderful wet trail from her nethers onto my torso. Arianna then bent forward and planted a full-mouthed kiss upon my beslimed lips. This we each do for each other to express our affection, gratitude, and mutual submission, giving a kiss upon receiving oral pleasure from the other. Wiggling back some more, she planted her secret place atop my manhood, so that her wondrous creamy watermelons were again before my face. She wiggled her hips upon my cock as she again reached for the coconut oil. A renewed tropical fragrance filled the air as she poured the greasy lotion upon both breasts. Arianna reached for my hands, and placed one upon either breast, moving my hands all about with her own so that they slipped and slid all over the firm mounds of flesh, all around and into the cleave therebetween, casting a fresh sheen upon her nipples. Arianna tilted her head as she looked down upon me from on high, a warm look of love fixed upon her countenance. She then wriggled her bottom farther backwards, so as to expose my cock. Pouring a puddle of oil into one hand, she distributed the balm between both palms, and then spread it anew along my cock. Working all around gently, wringing the cock with her soft hands, stroking my thick shaft with oily fingertips, my body shook again as the incredible sensation emanated into my pulsing member. My slimy hands groped and squeezed her slippery teats as Arianna's greasy hands groped and squeezed my slippery cock. I could have remained in that place forever, sheer pleasance cascading through my form with each slick fondle. Arianna inclined her form forward so as to insert my greased pole into the slippery canyon between the creamy mounds. Placing her hands atop my own again, she compressed her lissome breasts over my member, and rocked them back and forth. Shudders wracked my form so that I could barely hang on, my hands held in place by her own. I gasped and groaned, nearly overcome with erotic ecstasy. Back and forth went Arianna's teats over my cock, impelling me quickly to the summit of pleasure. As I looked at the mammoth shaft buried within the greasy canyon of her teats, Arianna gazed at me lovingly, her dazzling green eyes open wide, and telling the tale of her great love for me, and for my enormous phallus. Her eyes remained fixed upon me as she slid her soft pillows back and forth, her swollen nipples bulging forth as the tender flesh compressed along the length of my pulsating cock. A trembling was felt deep in my loins as the great surge built, growing in intensity with each tender stroke. I strove to hold back my ejaculation, knowing that the sensation would grow in intensity with each second that I could delay the release. Arianna worked her enchantment with her marvelous teats, gliding the greasy orbs back and forth, intently reading my face and mind to discern the precise moment of emission. My cock was all atingle, nay, all ajangle, as though it would explode from the furious sensation, and yet I held back still longer. Now far above my summit of pleasure and quaking with excitement, my cock verily ached as I dammed back the imminent flood of semen with a supreme act of will. Finally, my entire form ashudder, I could hold back the torrent no longer, and a guttural grunt began to choke in my throat. At that precise moment, Arianna released her mams and dove onto my cock, stuffing the thick shaft into her mouth in a well-practiced motion, to suck so hard thereupon as if to raise a welt upon my cock's head. The powerful feeling of suction shot fully down the length of my throbbing cock, so that Arianna drew forth the seed from my swollen balls with her very mouth. Arianna gazed up at me with my penis filling her mouth, as she sucked hard thereon, a look of loving submission scintillating across the verdant jewels of her eyes. My fingers snaked through her thick mane to hold her head fast upon my cock, which swelled and trembled with the imminent eruption. Both her hands gripping the thick, lengthy trunk, drawn fully against her soft tongue, my wife sucked in with a great draught upon my cock. Arianna's suction coincided perfectly with the moment of release, so that the hot semen spurted forth from my quaking member, which might have split open from the severity of that blast. Her gorgeous green eyes fixed upon mine, the outburst of the thick, sticky ejaculate surged into Arianna's anxious mouth, evoking great purrs and murmurs from my wife. Arianna swallowed down the hot, creamy slop, as the viscous goo flooded again and again into her mouth, each emphatic groan interrupted by her rapid gulps. I lay there, sunk deeply into the feather mattress, as my penis emptied its sloppy discharge behind Arianna's tightly-drawn lips, my pelvis twitching spasmodically with each forceful suckle as my wife drank deeply of the hot outrush of seed. Throbbing and tingling, my thick tube of flesh disgorged a prodigious load into Arianna's beautiful mouth, as her widened eyes remained fixed upon mine, the dazzling green gems displaying her continual awe and wonder at the potency my manhood. She lay there suckling for a long while, as the surge of issued tapered to a stream, as Arianna drained the last dribble from the thick, lengthy shaft. Arianna crept up to my face and laid atop me, licking her lips to remove a stray gob of my seed. Such a gaze of love was upon her visage, such I had not seen in our nine erotic years of marriage. I drew the radiantly glowing face toward my own, and placed my mouth to her beslimed lips, giving her a kiss that told of my own great love and affection for her, and my gratitude for her caring of me, and for all the pleasure she brings. Wiping each other's faces with a damp towel, we crawled under the downy covers and cuddled for a long while, as I gazed into the verdant jewels of her eyes. It was so cozy, and the warmth of my wife's tender body felt so wonderful against my flesh. Such was the pleasure of shared warmth that we never knew in our balmy tropical paradise. After a long time, we dozed off into a happy dreaminess in each other's arms, and thus spent our first night in our new home in America. Trouble On Our First Day We arose early the next morning to commence a very busy day. This was my first day of employment, and Mrs. Penton was taking Arianna to a clothier, where she might obtain some suitably fitted garments. Sadly, we were in a great rush and did not have the opportunity to spend morning time engaged in love play. Such is to be our new life upon returning to the wider world! Our idyllic years of leisurely coupling are now at the end! My new duties at the company yard are many and varied, divided between the office, the storehouses, and the docks. I might be consulting on a shipping manifest, searching for items in storage, or hauling ropes upon the deck of a ship. "Did Mr. Jones order a crate of picks and shovels? Have the twenty-five bolts of blue serge canvas been delivered to Mr. Strauss?" Rather than casually picking fruit with my voluptuous, nude wife, my days are now busily filled pursuing answers to such questions. At midday, I joined Bob at his favorite nearby tavern for dinner. We sidled up to the bar and placed a meal order with the tender. We sat waiting, engaged in casual conversation, when Bob was approached by a strange woman. She came and slid her arms around Bob's neck, speaking sweet words to him. "Ah, Roberto! You have returned at last, my lover! I have missed you so, you have been gone so long!" Bob roughly removed the woman's arms from his neck, and pushed her back a pace. "Rosa Maria, I must insist that you cease from these advances! As you well know, I am a husband and a father, happily married for many years, and will not be hiring your 'services.' I am a respectable member of this community and will not be seen consorting with your ilk. If you do not desist in this behavior, I shall hand you over to the marshal." I was startled by Bob's vehement scorn, but moreso to realize the person to whom it was directed. Rosa Maria was a local whore who we both "visited" whenever we sailed into this port. Bob and I were young boys of about fourteen when we first met her, and she was the fulfillment of our every adolescent fantasy. A Latin beauty of about twenty-five, Rosa Maria possessed a long, thick mass of wavy, raven hair that spilled over her shoulders and down her back; smoldering brown eyes and thick, pouty lips, with a saucy, inviting expression upon her beautiful face; very plump and ripe all around, but with a trim waist and slender knees and ankles...the veritable embodiment of feminine seductiveness. But it was her teats... oh my, how they are burned into my memory. Rosa Maria's teats were most delightful; round, firm, supple and enormous, having a burnished shade like the gold of Montezuma, as was the rest of her tender flesh, and tipped with wondrously alluring light brown nipples. Of the few whores that I had ever known as a seaman, Rosa Maria was far and away the most memorable. Bob and I had both been with Rosa Maria, as had the rest of our crew, and likely every other sailor to ever visit the port of Yerba Bwaina. It was Rosa Maria that had inspired both Bob and me to an admiration for exceedingly full-bosomed women. Indeed, Rosa Maria's breasts had been the largest I had ever seen, until the day I first spied Arianna upon the deck of the Delight. Rosa Maria indeed possessed endowments that were much sought after in a prostitute, a fact of which she was well aware. Thus, she was the haughtiest whore I had ever met, extremely insolent, especially once the "transaction" was completed. This did not deter her clients or interrupt the steady flow of "business." Rosa Maria condescended to offer Bob and me a reduced rate for her services, at the end of the day, after all her elder and more prosperous customers had had their turn with her. As libidinous but impoverished youths, were we willing to contend with the day's slop, just for a chance to share in this delightful specimen of feminine pulchritude. That was nearly fifteen years ago, and the years had not been kind to the old harlot. She was now over forty or thereabout, and not at all well preserved for this age. Her once-flowing black hair was cut to a matronly short length, and heavily streaked with grey. Her hips were now much overwide, and one might easily imagine the same of her thighs. Her once-trim waist was now the equal of her considerable hips, perhaps even greater. And her formerly-magnificent teats, which had once been the stuff of my juvenile fantasies, were now flabby, deflated blobs that flopped low atop a fat belly. One might well imagine that Rosa Maria's business was not as brisk as in bygone days. Having been turned aside by Bob, she looked my way, and stared for a moment at my cleanly-shaven face. "Could it be?" she asked. "WEELLIAM!" she cried, as she pronounced my name in her inflected dialect, now placing her arms around my neck. "Beelly, my darling niño! How can this be? How long has it been, maybe ten years? Yet you are unchanged from that day!" I thought to myself that the same could certainly not be said of her, and I looked at Bob who smirked, verily reading my mind. "Ah, Weelliam, I know what you like!" said Rosa Maria, stepping back and pushing out her bosom toward me, trying but failing to project forward the flattened bags of saggy flesh. I mustered my most gracious demeanor in returning her greeting. "Rosa Maria, it is very nice to see you again after so long. I hope you have been well all these years. I am now a married man and am madly in love with my wife. Thank you kindly, but no, I do not require your companionship today." Bob, who I came to understand was a jaded veteran of many such solicitations, spoke harshly to Rosa Maria. "Now get along, you old whore! You will not spoil my dinner here with my good friend! Go on! Scramble!" Every eye in the tavern was now upon us, and a hush fell over the place. Rosa Maria stood there, a look of outraged insult upon her face, and promptly stalked away, huffing with anger. Then she turned back again toward us. "Oh, you men!" inveighed Rosa Maria, "a girl shows you kindness as young boys, and when you grow up and marry, you forget your first love! This is how you repay!" Bob removed a shiny silver dollar from his vest pocket and flipped it through the air, so that it jingled and bounced at Rosa Maria's feet. "There!" spoke Bob, "That is how I repay! Now get along, you!" The poor old hag stood there with tears welling up in her eyes. There is perhaps nothing more pathetic than an old, worn-out harlot who has lost her looks and can no longer turn her trade. I was moved with pity and wished to make amends, perhaps to offer to buy her dinner. Her need won out over her injured pride, and she bent over to snatch up the dollar, turning sharply on her heel to storm out of the tavern. Upon reaching the doors, she turned back and shook her fist, saying: "This is not over! I will pay you back for this!" Bob turned back to his drink, shaking his head. "Bob, was that really necessary?" I asked. "Damnation, Bill! I've been tolerating that bitch for years! Then she turns up today of all days, our first full day on dry land! Millie likes these brushes with her not one little bit, and I am weary of having this discussion over and over with my wife. Bill, you know of course what Rosa Maria meant to us as young boys, but I am a man now, with different priorities. Sentimentality can only go so far. I only hope now that this issue with her is finally laid to rest." I half-shrugged and looked into my drink. However, the issue was not laid to rest, and I would not feel such chagrin in the wake of my next meeting with Rosa Maria. Returning to the office, our work day was interrupted by the arrival of Arianna and Mrs. Penton, accompanied by Mr. Smith, the local U.S. marshal. Millie's seamstress had prepared a very nice outfit for Arianna to wear, with a matching hat and parasol, along with a number of blouses to accommodate my wife's overly ample bosom. The ladies had had a wonderful morning of tailoring and visiting shops in San Francisco, which was very rudely interrupted. "It is Bentworth, William," spoke Arianna, gravely. "He is here, in San Francisco." Bentworth! Of every soul on God's green earth, how could it be him? Percival Bentworth had been the commander of Arianna's guard detail aboard the H.M.S. Delight. He had been the henchman of her hated father, Lord Chesterleigh, her principal jailer for years prior to that fated voyage. Of all the guards, Bentworth was the most despised and detested by Arianna, and he was my own principal nemesis aboard the Delight. His scorn for me and my good fortune with Arianna was prominent upon his piggish face at all times. From the manner in which he leered and gawked at Arianna, it was evident that he harbored lustful intentions toward her, upon which he dared not act, at the risk of his useless hide. Arianna and Millie had been crossing a street, returning from the seamstress, when they encountered Bentworth. Reg Wimbsley was with him, and it was clear to both women that the little worm had wasted no time scurrying over to Bentworth's office to rat us out, as soon as the Helios made port. Bentworth was now an official with the British Consulate in San Francisco, representing Her Majesty's interests in California. Somehow, Bentworth located Arianna this day, and he provoked a most nasty confrontation with her right there in the street, threatening to take her back to her hated father, by force if need be. Arianna had protested that she was my wife, and thus an American by marriage. "That ill-gotten union can easily be annulled, Your Ladyship," spat Bentworth. "That foul pretender of a 'husband' of yours is a hunted criminal. America will assuredly honor its extradition treaty with the Crown in his case. Further, that was no marriage at all in the eyes of the Church of England. You are required to marry a spouse suited to your proper station. I am hopeful for your sake that there will be a nobleman somewhere in the realm that would overlook your long cohabitation with that common scum." With that, my beloved wife Arianna swung back and smacked Bentworth full across the face. He roared with anger and shouted threats at her so that a crowd gathered around, waiting to see if the ruffian should presume to lay a hand upon the lady. Fortunately, the marshal happened along at just the right moment, and intervened. "Mr. Bentworth," scolded the marshal, "that will be quite enough from you! You had best back away immediately, or face the consequences!" Bentworth scowled bitterly, and swore to Arianna that she had not seen the last of him. After he and Wimbsley shuffled off, the marshal explained to my wife and Millie that Bentworth had been charged several times in the past with harrassing and assaulting the women of San Francisco. He explained to me that Bentworth had even twice been accused of rape. However, the cases against him were lacking in evidence, and his diplomatic immunity through the consulate insured that the charges would be dropped. Under the circumstances, the judge had ruled that he desist from any further harassment of women. One more violation and the judge would revoke his immunity and deport him to Britain. I was furious at this news, and aimed to march right over to the British Consulate to have it out with Bentworth. Bob himself was greatly outraged at this report. He knew Bentworth by his foul reputation, and had already terminated Wimbsley's employment immediately upon making landfall. Counseling a cooler head, Bob led our party over to the office of his lawyer, Zedekiah Richards. Zed had Arianna and Millie swear out affidavits of complaint against Bentworth and Wimbsley, to be inserted into the former's case file. We had no further trouble with these men after that, and hoped that would be the end of the matter. Later that night, I mentioned to Arianna about the incident with Rosa Maria. She was quite consternated to learn of this ghost from my past that came ahaunting this day. I had long since explained to Arianna of Rosa Maria and my other few shallow encounters with women of ill-repute, but never in our worst nightmares did either of us imagine that we would revisit the issue here in our new home. We remarked that it was ironic that I should have this chance meeting the same day that Arianna encountered Bentworth. A terrible thought crossed my mind as I pondered what manner of mischief might be made if those two were to become acquainted. Our New Life In America Time elapsed and thoughts of Bentworth faded into memory as we adapted to our new life in San Francisco. Arianna received some very lovely garments from the seamstress, including a supply of amply-tailored blouses. I especially adored the peasant blouses made for my wife, having short sleeves and a drawstring about a wide neck, thus able to be worn bare-shouldered. My oh my, but my wife Arianna is an arousing vision of beauty when wearing these blouses! They make me yearn for a return to our simpler life, where we might again be alone in the wilderness, wearing whatever we see fit, or even nothing at all! At Bob and Millie's behest, we arranged for a sitting at a local photograph emporium. Prior to our island exile, we had been acquainted with Monsieur Daguerre's invention of photography, and this art had greatly proliferated during our years cast away. It was a tedious session, for photography is a time consuming process, and one must remain entirely motionless for the interminable period required for one's image to be captured. However, the results were astounding. A perfect likeness was obtained of my beautiful Arianna, though the grim, dour facial expression required by the lengthy process was most uncharacteristic of her, for my wife wears a perpetual smile and constantly effervesces with joy. At the emporium on the day the photographs were prepared, Mr. Norton, the photographer, pulled me aside, speaking confidentially. "Begging your pardon, Mr. Gillingham, but might I suggest a business proposition? I believe you and your wife could make a considerable amount of money in a new but rapidly growing trade of the photography business." "How do you mean, sir?" I replied. Mr. Norton did not answer, but beckoned me to follow alone into an adjoining room. Looking first to the left and then to the right, he opened a lower drawer of a nearby bureau. From thence he removed several photographs, which were covered under a folded paper, and handed them to me. I looked upon the photographs aghast, and a hot flush rose to my cheeks. There within were likenesses of beautiful women, naked as the day they were born. Some women were sprawled seductively upon a bed, others were standing in various suggestive poses, while some were reclining forward so as to present a provocative view of their breasts. Men were included in some scenes, with their cocks within the women's mouths, others engaged in the act of copulation. All of the women in these photographs were full-bosomed, though none were as amply-endowed as my Arianna. I felt shame at seeing women other than my own wife revealed in this manner, and wondered at what manner of whore would pose for such photographs, or what sort of lecher would desire to possess them. I instantly inferred the meaning of Mr. Norton's insinuation, and hot anger flashed quickly upon my face. "Now see here, Norton, how dare you suggest such a despicable thing about my wife! It is outrageous that you should impugn her honor in this way!" I was fighting mad, quickly removing my jacket and pushing up my sleeves. But Norton was a small, frail man, no sort of pugilist, and he veritably cowered before me, spewing apologies and entreating forgiveness. In the end, Norton offered to give us our photographs at no cost, and I relented from my anger, accepting this as compensation for the insult to my wife's virtue. We quickly departed the emporium. Upon relating the incident, Arianna's reaction surprised me, for she actually expressed interest in this offer. "Oh, perhaps you were too hasty, William. I might enjoy having a photograph of myself sucking upon your enormous penis! And perhaps a day will come when you might like to recall the vision of my full bosom, as it is today!" I explained that these photographs would not be for us, but for sale to strangers to view and purchase for their own self-gratification. At this, Arianna blanched, for this thought had not crossed her mind. Though she be the lustiest of vixens during our private intimacy, she would certainly demur from any public exhibition of her sensual charms. This was not the last time that Arianna's abundant endowments drew lewd suggestions from the male populace of San Francisco. Each time we walked the streets, Arianna endured the lustful stares of strange men. Many gaped unabashedly at her considerable bosom. Some were so audacious as to even make a suggestive remark. One poor fool actually made a salacious proposition that entailed an offer of money, for which I pummeled the miserable wretch, right there in the street. I would need to have fought the entire city to defend my wife's honor in each and every instance. In time, we learned to draw amusement at such male buffoonery, and my response was to gloat over such cretins, as it was my express good fortune to possess such an exquisite wife, and to be the envy of every man within sight. However, this was just one more trial for us to endure amongst the human herd of this large city. In other aspects of our new life, Arianna soon became the toast of San Francisco society. Story of the escape from Our Isle had spread among the gabby circles of the local busybodies, all of whom wished to meet my wife and hear her tell her tale, again and again and again. A good number of tea parties and luncheons were scheduled in Arianna's honor. My wife would wince and roll her eyes at each fresh invitation, for she had had her fill of such vanities even as a young girl in London. At these functions, Arianna would demur from disclosing details of our intimacy, but the ladies would invariably enquire as to how we managed for clothing for nine years. Arianna would explain how we learned to fashion fabric by weaving thread drawn from fibers of the native plants. The women would press to discover what garments we wore in our early days, before learning to weave. Arianna would deftly avoid such questioning. Finally, at one luncheon, a woman persisted until Arianna, exasperated, finally relented. "Well, of course we wore no clothing!" Arianna blurted. "We had nothing to wear! You surely do not expect that we were castaway with our wardrobes!" At this revelation, the ladies gasped and fanned themselves, as though to faint, and then weedled about to extract more juicy details of our romantic seclusion. Arianna divulged nothing more to the prying busybodies, leaving the details to their overly active imaginations. "William, my hero, my protector, you must rescue me from San Francisco's hoi polloi! I fear my head might burst open and my brains spill out if I am forced to prattle about with these clucking hens day after day!" Arianna's heart ached from the loss of Our Isle, and each retelling opened the wound afresh. Though the story also circulated that she was a noblewoman, the daughter of an English lord, Arianna sought to dispel this rumor by affecting to speak as a Virginia farmwife. She suspected that the gossipy biddies had a great deal more to say about us and our isolated existence behind our backs, after Arianna's departure! Surrounded each day by such a human throng, we both yearned for a return to our former way of life. Our rooms at the hotel were most comfortable, but could hardly compare to the wide open spaces of Our Isle. We keenly noted our loss of privacy during lovemaking, for apparently we made quite a noise that could be overheard in the hallway. Arthur, the hotel clerk, and all the other tenants greeted us with a wink and a smirk as we passed them along on our way. Jostled about in the crowded, noisy city, we dreamed of living on the American frontier, where we might enjoy our solitude once again. I promised Arianna that, as soon as I helped Robert settle his affairs, I would seek other employment, and that perhaps we could settle out on a remote spot on the California countryside. A month after coming ashore, I was helping Bob finish his immediate outstanding business, as he was preparing to leave with Millie for a holiday to their cabin in the mountains, to commemorate their wedding anniversary. I was having dinner with Bob at the tavern that week, making light conversation about our lives, our adventures, and our marriages. I remarked jokingly, "You know, Bob, you were always much more adept than me at chatting with the women. Why, when we were in port, you would often find a wench for the night while I would typically return to the ship alone. If you would have signed onto the Delight in my stead, perhaps it might have been you marooned on the Isle with my Arianna for those nine years!" Bob did not reply, but looked down at his dinner plate, appearing somewhat abashed. He then glanced off wistfully through the tavern window. I realized then that my remark had pierced him, that he had already entertained the same thought. Bob was always utterly respectful of Arianna. I never once caught him gazing covetously at my wife. I also knew that he loved his Millie, and was a loyal, devoted husband and father. Notwithstanding, I knew my old friend very well. I knew that he had the same preferences and desires toward a woman as me, that he was also fascinated by enormous breasts. Bob was aware of the frequent romantic interludes between Arianna and me aboard ship (as was the rest of the crew!) I now realized that my dear friend was a mite jealous of my good fortune in discovering Arianna, and the rambunctious level of sexual relations that we shared. In spite of his considerable financial success, I saw that Bob would gladly trade it all away to be stranded on a deserted isle with a lusty, gorgeous, naked woman possessing gigantic teats. Millie is quite an attractive girl, mind you, with a pleasant, plump body, and an ample enough bosom for a man with such inclinations. But Millie is hardly an erotic goddess, as is my wife Arianna. Not many male heads turn for Millie, but every head, male and female, turns whenever Arianna enters a room, such is the effect of her presence. Indeed, it would be natural for my good friend Bob or any other man to yearn for such a voluptuous companion. This made me grateful all over again for my exquisite spouse and her faithful devotion to me. Thankfully, I had at my disposal the perfect solution for my best of friends, Bob. When we returned to the company yard, I went to the storehouse where our belongings from Our Isle were stored. Carefully opening a crate, I removed one of the flasks of the love wine. Arianna and I had already agreed to share this liquor with our friends at an appropriate time, for Millie and she had often discussed the subject of her overripe breasts. Millie had often mentioned that she would be overjoyed to have enormous teats like Arianna, and frequently hinted and wheedled around this question, trying to learn my wife's secret. But Arianna was stalwart, always dodging and deflecting the question, and never divulged the answer. Returning to Bob's office, I spoke thusly: "Bob, I know you very well, my old friend, and I know of the sorts of things that would please you greatly. As an anniversary present to you and Mrs. Penton, let me offer you something that will make your every dream come true." I handed him the flask. "This is a wine that my wife and I distilled during our island exile. It has some... um... remarkable qualities! Do not open this flask until you and your wife share it at your remote cabin, on your anniversary. Start drinking early in the morning, and you won't regret it the entire day. Also... plan to not be anywhere near other people during that day or the next!" Bob flashed me a knowing grin, thanking me profusely. I told him that his wife should speak to mine if they had any further questions, but that conversation never transpired. Arianna was overjoyed when I came home with this news. She wrapped a present of her own to give to Millie... three of her own specially tailored blouses! We walked down the hall to the Pentons' apartment that evening to deliver the package. "Now Millie," Arianna enjoined, "do not open this box until the next day after you both have drunk the wine!" We left our friends with beaming smiles all around. The next week, I worked hard at the company yard, taking up the slack for Bob in his absence. That Saturday night, a knock was heard at our apartment door. Arianna and I both went together to answer the door. It was Bob and Millie, just returned from their holiday! Great wide grins stretched across both their faces, and we invited them in for tea. It was immediately evident that Millie had "changed." For one thing, her dark eyes appeared larger and brighter, and the lashes around her eyes seemed fuller and thicker. She had always been rather plain around the eyes before, but now her eyes were stunning to behold, as though they had become smoldering embers of coal. Her smile had always been pleasant, but now her smile was outright enticing! Her brown, wavy hair lay long and thick and free about her shoulders, while I had never seen it otherwise but up in a bun atop her head. Generally, Millie now had a radiant look about her, and all her features were more beautiful, provocatively so, than before. Millie was wearing a shawl, and as she prepared to sit, she removed it from her shoulders. The change thereunder was flabbergasting! Millie's bosom was now enormous, and nicely filled the blouse which she had received from Arianna. However, Millie's bosom was not nearly as gigantic as my wife's, for her breasts were now about the size of large honeydews, a fact which seemed in no way to trouble either she or Bob. Millie had become a most voluptuous beauty herself, her every curve now seeming fuller and greatly enhanced from before. Both Bob and Millie were extremely excited and joyful, even giddy! At one point, Bob kissed his wife, and they both lingered upon the kiss a bit longer than would be deemed acceptable in polite company. They both abruptly realized their gaffe, and bashfully pulled apart, clearing their throats and pretending as if nothing had happened, a deep flush rising upon both sets of cheeks. During this short visit, neither Bob nor Millie spoke directly about the wine or its abundantly obvious effects, and they both frequently giggled and made eyes at one another. The purpose of their visit appeared to be, for Bob, with gushing enthusiasm, to repeatedly express his undying gratitude for our "most excellent anniversary gifts." Bob vowed to do anything for us, help us in any way that we might require, even if it were to exhaust his fortune. Arianna and I thanked them graciously, pointing out that we are the ones deeply in their debt. Before too long, Bob and Millie excused themselves and scurried off impatiently, hand in hand, to return to their own apartment! The next Monday, Bob called me into his office to discuss the two new ships, soon to arrive from the shipyard. He asked me to select a name for one of the ships and to collaborate with one Mr. Schmeckler, a local immigrant and master woodcarver, to design a figurehead. Bob would do the same for the other ship. In the coming weeks, I visited Mr. Schmeckler's workshop from time to time to inspect his handiwork. Arianna accompanied me once during the carving of the head, and the craftsman used the opportunity to carefully note my wife's features. Several additional weeks elapsed, and the ships arrived at the company docks. The woodcarver affixed the engravened and painted figureheads to the vessels, and presently, the day of the ships' dedications arrived. People from near and far visited the company yard on the day of the unveiling. The prows of the ships were covered with sheets, concealing the figureheads and the nameplates. Bob led the unveiling ceremony for his ship, his wife accompanying him on the dais, Arianna and I standing beside them. Bob delivered a speech about the company's rapid growth, and the recent prosperity of San Francisco, and all that usual sort of blather that one speaks at such events. Finally, he grabbed the corner of the sheet, saying: "Ladies and gentlemen... it is my pleasure to present to you... the Darling Millie!" A tug at the sheet and the figurehead was unveiled. It was a female figure bearing a close likeness to Bob's wife. Its dark hair was long and flowing about the shoulders, which were bare, a billowing sheet covering the bosom and flying out over the sides, as though blown back by a sea breeze. The figure's breasts were enormous, faithfully representing the newly enlarged size of those now belonging to Mrs. Penton. Resounding cheers went forth from the crowd, and Mr. Schmeckler beamed proudly at the warm reception of his craftsmanship. Soon Millie cracked a bottle of champaign across the ship's bow. For the dedication of the next ship, Robert yielded the podium to me. I turned to smile at my wife, and she once again read my mind. Arianna shot me a glare, shaking her head, and silently mouthed the word, "no!" I chuckled and gave her a wink, turning to address the crowd. I gave a short speech of my own, publicly thanking our dear friends, the Pentons, for rescuing us from Our Isle in our hour of most dire threat. I also thanked them for offering me employment and helping us become established in America. I generally commended them as being the kindest, most open-hearted persons I had ever known. Then came the dedication. I grabbed the sheet covering the other ship, and unveiled the figurehead with these words: "Good friends, gathered here with us today... please join me in welcoming... The Island Queen!" As the sheet fell away, a most provocative figurehead was revealed. My heart leaped as my eyes beheld the cunning likeness of my gorgeous wife, Arianna. The face of the carving was indeed her unmistakable image, the head rolled back and the eyes closed, lips slightly parted, in the very familiar expression of my wife in a state of sensual ecstasy. The figure's arms were behind its head, as though its fingers were running through the wavy, golden tresses, which flowed backwards as though sea-blown. The back of the figure was arched so that the head, arms and shoulders appeared tossed back, my favorite pose struck by my most alluring wife. Unlike the figurehead of the Darling Millie, this figurehead had no billowing cloth covering its bosom, and was depicted entirely in the nude, from head to toe. The breasts of this image were full and bare, and hung downward invitingly. They were proportioned as a pair of tremendous creamy watermelons, and were each tipped with rosy nipples the size of a plum, and areoles the size of saucers. It was as though I was seeing this figure in a dream, the sight unreal, for it was as if the actual Arianna herself were transformed into painted wood and mounted onto the prow of the ship. My member began to enlarge at the sight, a happenstance that was undoubtedly also transpiring throughout the crowd. I marveled at the muse that must have visited the craftsman, for this elderly gentleman had certainly been granted no such access to my wife, nor any information of the specifics of Arianna's form, he having only met her the one time while she was fully clothed, her hair coiffed up under a hat. I had only provided him with a description of the general position of the figure, and stipulated only that it be large-breasted, nude and that he strive for a likeness of my wife, if at all possible. I had not seen the latter progress of his carving, and was as stunned as the rest of the crowd at this first unveiling. At first, the mostly male throng gasped breathlessly, then for a moment murmured, each person one to the other, and then, in unison, of one single accord, the crowd burst out cheering, hooting and hollering, with several salacious whistles. Mr. Schmeckler looked as a small boy on Christmas morning, a look of joy and satisfaction at the enthusiasm with which his masterwork was received. However, Arianna visibly wilted, as though she herself had been stripped naked before this crowd, and hung onto the prow of the ship. She shot a dark look over to Mr. Schmeckler, who shrugged and sheepishly looked away, too abashed to hold her gaze. But Arianna's inherent good nature and ribald sense of humor soon won out, and she burst out laughing, turning a bright smile toward Mr. Schmeckler, thoroughly flattered by the vicarious praise she received by reflexion from that heaped upon her engravened proxy. Millie turned to Arianna and teased, "Well, honey, at least I get to have a cloth draped over my nipples!" With that, Arianna handed Millie her parasol and stalked over to me, grabbing my face with her white gloved hands. She then roughly clamped her mouth against mine, and shoved her tongue halfway down my throat, right there at the podium, before of the assembled citizenry of San Francisco. Arianna held the kiss for a long pause, before I, taken totally aback, joined in, returning her fervency. I wrapped my arms around my wife and dipped her backwards, kissing her so forcefully that her hat fell from her head, to the profound amusement of the throng! Oh, it was quite the scandal amongst the tea party biddies, who had a fresh topic of gossip for weeks to come! Arianna grabbed her own bottle of champaign by the neck, and after making a threatening gesture as though to "dedicate" the crown of my head, she swung it vigorously at the bow of the Island Queen, so that the bottle shattered into a thousand shards. The assembly cheered loudly and great mirth and merriment was enjoyed by all around, except for two of the men gathered, for we had spotted Bentworth and Wimbsley amongst the crowd. The Wilds of San Francisco One night, both of us were restless, and we could not sleep. Though it was still dark, we got dressed and went for an early morning stroll in the fog. We walked the damp streets of San Francisco for a long while, wandering along the Market Street, and eventually finding ourselves at the outskirts of the city. Dawn's first light had broken, and Arianna gazed out at the silhouette of the hills to the west, barely visible through the fog beyond the edge of the town. "Oh, William!" enthused Arianna, "Do let us explore these hills!" This is one quality of my wife that I especially treasure, her curiosity and thrill for adventure. Even though she was wearing a fine outfit with quality boots, she still wished to explore the muddy wilds beyond our new home. It was a Saturday morning, and we had no plans that day, so we trundled off down a trail that led up into the hills. We walked along through the fog in the gathering light, admiring the trees and dew-covered rocks along the hillside as we ascended. Looking back, the town lay below, enswirled with the mists of the bay. Obtaining the summit, the mists were thin, and a hazy, orange spot to the east marked the place of the sun's rising. Turning all around, we could see other distant hilltops protruding above the fog. Though we lost the trail, we made our way down the other side of the hill, heading for a higher hill in the distance. The fog was very thick in the valley between these hills, and we crossed over rocks that led across a small brook. As we ascended the other hill, the slope became quite steep, so that we paused upon a large rock to catch our breath. "Oh!" gasped Arianna, "How could anyone build a city in a place having such steep hills? "Indeed, my love," said I, in between labored breaths, "the city of San Francisco is destined to never grow, for one would be an imbecile to attempt to lay roads or erect buildings upon such sharp slopes." "These hills are lovely though, are they not?" spoke my wife. "Certainly," I replied, "but not as lovely as you, my dearest!" With that, I grabbed my wife and planted a firm kiss upon her mouth. "William, darling!" said Arianna, with mock astonishment, "A bit frisky this morning, aren't we?" Arianna returned the kiss with force, so that our tongues danced and swirled about against each other, darting in and out of the other's mouths. I wrapped my arms around my wife and pulled her close, compressing her full bosom firmly against my chest. My face rolled back and forth upon hers as we kissed, so that my head bumped against the wide brim of her hat, dislodging it from her head. The hat fell down upon the bedewed grass of the slope. "Bah," said Arianna, "I hate wearing those silly hats! In fact, I hate all these ridiculous garments that women wear today, simply to garner the favor of the fashionable. Every inch of my skin, enveloped in cloth! It's suffocating! I can barely breathe! Such bondage after so many years of unencumbered liberty upon Our Isle!" Arianna removed the pins from her hair, piled atop her head, so that the gold-streaked sandy locks fell down and cascaded onto her shoulders. Standing up, Arianna shook her head all about, so that her tresses flowed all around. "Ah, freedom!" she sighed, closing her eyes, tossing back her head and running her fingers through her hair, striking the familiar pose that drives me wild. "Oh, William, this fog is utterly delightful! Ohhhh.... the moist dampness, the coolness upon my face... Oh, I should so like to stroll with you through the fog of London, if only such were a possibility." Arianna stood in the mist, swaying her hips, a look of bliss upon her countenance. It was apparent that she was once again becoming aroused by the fog, that the cool, damp air was igniting the fire of her ardor. Looking about, and anticipating the events with my wife soon to transpire, I insured that we were all alone, for the sounds of nature were all about us... the flowing of water and a slight rustling of leaves as the dew drops dripped therefrom... and the noises of the city were very few and far off. I watched lovingly as my Arianna stood, undoing the buttons of her jacket. She slid the garment over her shoulders and off her sleeves, allowing it to fall upon the damp and mossy earth. Her blouse now revealed, I could see her plum-sized nipples softly protruding through the fabric, becoming more visible as the blouse became transparent from the moisture of the fog. Unlike other women, Arianna chooses not to wear layer upon interminable layer of undergarments. She cannot tolerate the restrictions, having gone around barely clothed, often not at all, for nine years upon Our Isle. A simple blouse and a skirt suffices for my Arianna for most occasions. Raising her foot to the rock, she stooped to undo the laces on one boot, smiling at me as I gazed on admiringly. Her full, swollen mams swayed gently as she bent over, bouncing and jiggling with each tug as the laces were loosened. As one boot was removed, she raised her other foot so as to undo those laces. How do I love to stand apart and watch my wife disrobe! How I love her warm, inviting, expectant smile! Standing aright, now barefoot upon the wet, grassy ground, Arianna cooed at the feeling of the damp coolness between her toes. "Oh, William! This is positively exquisite! Whilst I loved the tropical setting of Our Isle, I had often wondered what it might be like to romp about nude in the coolness of a temperate clime! Oh my, I am overcome with this sensation." So sensual is my wife, so eager she is to sample every new experience, particularly those that entail nudity and coupling in the open places of nature. Standing up, I grasped my wife about and kissed her again. I could feel her form all atremble with excitement, as this fresh experience and locale had ignited her erotic flame to a brilliant blaze. I grabbed her skirt and rolled up its folds in my hands until I found her soft bottom thereunder. Her breathing increased in force and pace as I fondled the plump flesh with both hands as we kissed amidst the fog. Arianna disengaged, and presenting a warm smile, undid the buttons on my jacket, sliding it over my shoulders and onto the wet ground. She then set about to work on my shirt buttons, undoing one and then another, revealing my hairy chest. I then performed the same service on Arianna's blouse as my own shirt came undone. Oh my, how my wife did become so very aroused! Starting at her high collar, the button about her neck came open with ease. The buttons atop her chest also parted with no difficulty. As the top of her cleave was revealed, the buttons therebelow grew taut. The damp fabric was strained where it stretched over the widest part of her luscious globes, which pressed insistently against the tense cloth. The mists of the fog swirled past us and all around as I undid these buttons, and Arianna's breath became an urgent panting. Steam blew from her lips with each rapid breath, as I worked downwardly along the front of her blouse, inch by inch revealing the velvet cleave that separated her delightful breasts. I would have expected my wife's nipples to become erect from the wet coolness of the fog, but her paps remained soft under the blouse, not at all hard and rigid. Reaching the bottom button, I slid my hands under the damp garment, gliding my fingers along the bare flesh of the firm softness of her breasts. Arianna's head snapped back with a moan as I encountered her succulent nipples. I was alarmed at the heat emanating therefrom, for in spite of the cool morning, Arianna's nipples were ablaze. "Oh, William," gasped my wife, her head lolling about, "this cold, damp air feels indescribable! Oh! Such coolness upon my bare flesh! Oh William, how I yearned so long for this feeling! "Oh, My King... my nipples are so tender... so full of sensation! How they tremble! Oh, and how they ache... so deliciously! Oh, William... it is happening.... it is happening again...." As I stood there upon that cool, damp hillside, clasping the heat of my wife's bare breasts, I could feel the flesh begin to swell and compress between my fingers. Arianna's teats were enlarging once again! So full had the firm orbs become, and how the soft pillows extruded around the edges of my hands as I stood there squeezing them. This had last happened in the crow's nest aboard the Helios! Though we ate no melon nor drank no wine, nevertheless the transformation was occurring! Both our hearts beat as hammers, and we each panted furiously, steam blowing from our lips. Perhaps it was the fog, or the titillation of being nude amidst the wilds once again, but we both were aroused to such a great extent as had been rare without the melon, just as that night in the crow's nest. Our blood surged beneath our skin with every pulse, as if our hearts would jump out from our chests! We did not understand the cause of the transformation. Arianna believed that we had come under the enchantment of the melon. I supposed that the long years of consuming the melon had altered the chemical nature of our bodies. Whichever the case, this was now the second time that our tender parts were enlarging on their own upon sharing an especially intense erotic stimulation. Arianna's head rolled all around as she was overcome with the pleasure induced by the cool, moist air. Light moans escaped her lips as I stroked my fingers around her full nipples and smooth areoles. Gathering her nipples between my fingers, the moans became loud and sharp as I gave the soft paps a pinch. Cupping my hands underneath, the swelling orbs sagged into my palms, increasing in weight as I hefted them upwards. Though I've experienced this wonder thousands of times, never does my amazement cease as my wife's breasts expand. Such a marvel it is as her great mams grow evermore massive in my hands, as the magnificent spheres become enormous, then gigantic, and then stupendous! We stood there upon that small mountain, as large mountains of flesh swelled from my wife's chest, the deep warmth of the tenderness held within my hands causing my manhood to fill with a deeper warmth of its own. Such amazement did I experience at the feeling of Arianna's softest flesh as I fondled it all about, how the firm roundness increased in diameter as it hung ever-lower. Squeezing and caressing my soft playthings, I raised them and lowered them, pressing them together so that the rosy tips bulged forth. Arianna stood there gasping and groaning, as though she might fall and lose her balance, should I release her. I pressed her swollen nipples to my chest, their warmth radiating into my person. Clasping her close, I felt the firm orbs compress along the entire extent of my front, and I rolled my chest against Arianna's, so as to feel the supple mammaries flow from one side to the other, like the rolling of a gentle wave upon the sea. Arianna pulled away suddenly, so that her massive breasts fell from my chest, and bounced and jiggled as they found their place below her hips. Amazed am I each time to see the jiggling and quivering of Arianna's rosaceous nipples, as her tremendous teats come to rest. Looking down at my crotch, my throbbing member bulged forth from under the trousers. Arianna's soft hands glided down my bare chest, and encountered the waistband of the trousers. It was though my cock was a lightning rod that was struck as her hands slid over the front of my crotch. Delicate fingertips worked the fly of my trousers, and soon the top button was open. Working her way down, the soft fingers brushed up against the rigid shaft as they found the next button, sending another thrill throughout. Another button released, and then the soft hands enveloped the hot, pulsating trunk. Stroking lightly all about my manhood, it was now my turn to be put off my balance, as waves of pleasure coruscated into my tenderest portion. My eyes had closed while entranced by my wife's soothing strokes. When I opened my eyes, Arianna was looking at me with one of her devious smiles that I knew so well. She was hatching a plot, but before I could enquire, Arianna released my member, turned sharply, hiked up her skirt and bolted up the hill, giggling all the while. So! Another merry chase was afoot! Arianna had the advantage of surprise, and put some distance between us before I could react. But as she ascended the hill, her feet became entangled in the long skirt. Undoing the fastener about her waist, Arianna slid the cumbersome garment over her hips and off her plump legs, leaving it behind upon the bedewed grass, so that she ran along nude from the waist down. This procedure slowed her stride, and I might have closed the gap between us, but that I was fumbling with my own boots, pulling off one and then another as I hopped along. Arianna ran sideways up the hill, avoiding the steepest grade. Her bare legs made long strides as she flew up the grassy slope. It is always a tremendous titillation to observe my wife in motion, how her soft bottom sways from one side to the other as her legs glide forward and back, how her legs extend as they reach forward, her toes pointing down, making her calves appear so very round and full, how her flowing locks bounce up and down, flying all about with each bounding leap. Her open blouse flapped along at her sides as she flew up the hillside. Aroused moreso by viewing this titillating sight, I threw off my suspenders and shed my shirt as I strove to catch up. Arianna stripped off her own blouse from her smooth shoulders as she ran along. Shaking her arms as she strode, she shook free one sleeve, hanging on to the other sleeve so that the blouse trailed behind her. Arianna looked back toward me over one shoulder, flashing a seductive smile. She raised the blouse to the other shoulder and released it as she ran, so that the garment billowed along in her wake, fluttering to rest upon the soggy ground as I scurried by. My Arianna was a vision of voluptuousness as her nude form ascended the hill. From behind, I marveled in the sight of her trim back that tapered into her narrow waist, and flared out again to her plump bottom. As viewed from behind, Arianna's tremendous breasts could be seen heaving up and down with each stride, the great jiggling orbs rising upwards nearly to the level of her face, momentarily hanging suspended in space, as if to defy gravity, and then falling heavily downwards, only to bounce back upwards again with the next stride. The sensuous rhythm of the creamy spheres always takes me back to the first day of our marriage upon Our Isle, when I first glimpsed the remarkable sight of my Arianna in motion upon the sandy shore. My member throbbed mightily at the tantalizing sight of my Arianna running along the hillside in the nude, her ample hips and voluptuous teats bounding and quivering all about as her arms swayed high at the level of her head. Pulling down my own trousers, I nearly tripped as one leg came free and then the other. My cock was fully engorged, the tube of flesh hot and straining against its taut skin as I sought to capture my voluptuous wife. While Arianna is the faster runner on flat land, I nevertheless possess the greater stamina for climbing, and I finally caught up to her just as we both obtained the ridge at the summit. Tackling my wife, and rolling toward the ground to absorb our impact, Arianna and I fell about upon the hilltop, she giggling as a young girl as I encircled her soft form with my strong arms, both of us laboring to catch our breath. My throbbing cock was pressed tightly against her ripe backside, and my hands wandered all over her front to cover her blazing hot nipples. The soft paps had swelled to the size of an orange, and her mams themselves were each several gallons in size, as though they would each fill a bushel basket. How do I love it when Arianna's teats grow to this size, becoming voluminous bags of firm but yielding flesh, a delight to fondle in my hands, and press against my chest and face. Arianna moaned and groaned ecstatically as I squeezed the swollen roseate tips of her breasts, circling my throbbing member all about her bottom. Amidst her fervent moans, Arianna reached an arm around, groping for my head. Finally clasping my neck, Arianna turned my face toward her own. Her visage spoke of yearning passion, and as she panted, her lips blew forth steam with each bated breath. I reached over and kissed her mouth, which opened wide to swallow my tongue. Her arms encircled my head, and she rolled onto her back upon the soft, dewy grass at the hilltop. I lay next to her, an enormous teat compressed against my chest as its twin lay flopped onto the ground at her side. I turned her soft form to face me, so that both supple mounds of flesh filled the space between us. My chest was warmed from the heat where her glorious nipples were pressed thereagainst. My tongue slathered about in Arianna's mouth as her moist flesh slithered against mine upon that hilltop. Arianna raised her plump thigh and slung it over mine, drawing my legs against hers. Our limbs entwined and my feet dandled about with Arianna's soft, plump toes. I pressed my throbbing cock insistently against her soft, round belly, the elongated shaft extending upwardly to rest within the velvet cleft of her abundant bosom. Our mouths eagerly embraced as moans and whimpers escaped her lips, and our hands tousled about at each other's heads. After a time, Arianna disentangled from my embrace, and reclined away from me, so that I might behold the magnificent expanded size of her wondrous feminine charms. She laid on her side upon the bedewed grass, her head resting upon one wrist. Such a sight was presented of her mountainous mams. One enormous breast lay upon the damp ground, as its twin rested thereupon. The topmost teat had a diameter of perhaps two feet, the weight of which flattened the other one underneath. Arianna's swollen nipples had each grown to the size of an orange, and flushed with a deep rosy tint. Her smooth areoles glistened, slick with the dew that settled thereon. Arianna wore a pleading expression, as though entreating me to suck her nipples, which ached from the expansion. I raised one bloated pap to my lips and then another, suckling forth with my mouth. Arianna shrieked and groaned as my tongue caressed the tender tips of her enormous teats, which simmered hot against my tongue, evoking moans of pleasure from my angelic wife. I mashed my face into the tenderness of Arianna's soft pillows of flesh, so deeply nuzzling my face into the velvet cleft between those lovely mounds that I might have lost myself forever. Arianna grabbed my head and pressed it into her bosom, gasping and groaning all the while as my face rolled all around between the exquisite spheres. Sliding my face along one perfect orb, I grabbed the mountainous mam with both hands, and drew its inflamed nipple against my lips. Arianna screamed as my wet tongue extinguished the blaze upon the tender bud. Gliding along the succulent pap with my lips and tongue, Arianna whimpered as she held my head close to herself, tousling my hair. Sliding a hand under the other gigantic teat, I mashed Ariann's supple breasts toegther so that her other luscious nipple slid beside its twin. Suckling both rosy tips into my mouth forcefully, Arianna convulsed violently, throwing her head back in a labored shriek, as her body was wracked in deliciously painful erotic pleasure. Arianna lay there writhing for quite some time, holding my head fast, as I suckled upon her bloated nipples. After a time, Arianna released my head. Removing my mouth, wisps of steam rose from Arianna's distended nipples, where the heat thereof evaporated the wetness of my mouth. I looked up to my wife's face, and Arianna sat up upon the wet grass so that the massive mounds of flesh fell heavily into her lap. Her pink nipples quivered as the creamy orbs jiggled to rest upon her thighs in two oblate heaps, their widest extent well greater than the width of her hips. I remained reclining next to her on the wet grass at the hilltop, my arm about her narrow waist, enjoying an eye-level view of Arianna's orange-sized nipples. Arianna looked down at me with a loving smile. I encircled her tiny waist with my arms, planting gentle kisses around the tips of her soft, warm nipples, then working my way all around, to her thighs, her hips, and over to the mole at the small of her back. She stood up, hindered in this effort by my continually placing kisses about her thighs, calves, ankles and feet. Arianna dragged upon my hand so that I would stand with her. Her arms around my neck, swollen breasts compressed firmly against my chest, we exchanged another passionate kiss there upon the mountain top. For a mountain it was indeed! We were mostly above the mists, and we lost sight of the city on the bay hidden therebelow. We stood there holding one another, sharing our warmth against the cool of the morning. It was such a thrill, to hold my wife's nude body against my own, in a cool, temperate locale different from Our Isle. As seen from that hilltop, the sun appeared more distinctly through the mists, having risen higher in the morning sky. Other peaks of equal and greater height could be seen off in the distance. Looking to the south and west, we espied a pair of rounded peaks that jutted far above the others. Arianna and I both laughed aloud, for these peaks appeared to be a mountainous pair of breasts! "Oh, my full-bosomed wife," laughed I, "there you are, immortalized in stone in the hills of San Francisco! Behold! 'Arianna's Teats'!" My wife smacked me about playfully as I teased her thus. Then she grabbed my pulsating member, stroking it with both hands. As I released her, I was astounded to see that the corpulent shaft had enlarged to nearly two feet in length, and bulging out at more than three inches fat around. "Hmmm, perhaps a tall, thick obelisk should be erected in San Francisco to commemorate your own mighty phallus, my handsome king!" With that, Arianna, slid her supple form downwards against my chest, kneeling before me, both hands stroking about my manhood. Her luscious teats jolted hard, all aswinging and ajiggle, as her knees hit the ground. Placing her lips against its fervent heat, Arianna made a gentle kiss against the swollen head of my cock. Another kiss led to still another, and soon the meaty tube was stuffed within her mouth. How she did lavish the member with her tongue! How she did slather all about its every curve and contour as she loves to do, so that wave after pleasurable wave cascaded up and down along its length. And how she delicately stroked with her fingers all around my swollen balls, which hung down heavily from my groin. After a time, I bid my wife to rise, and she released my thick penis with great reluctance. Standing before me once again, I kissed her lovely red lips and slobbered all about her tongue with my own. It was then my turn to kneel before my wife upon that hilltop. Sliding myself downward, my hands encountered the massive swell of her gigantic breasts. I squeezed each of the tremendous spheres with both hands so that the swollen, orange-sized nipples bulged forth. I laid a gentle kiss upon one sweet pap, so that Arianna shuddered. I engulfed the pink orange into my mouth, feeling its fiery heat upon my tongue. Arianna emitted a stuttered gasp, and her knees knocked together as I suckled forth at her inflated nipple. Turning to the other, I gave it similar attentions, resulting in another quaking of her legs. I compressed her teats together so that both nipples touched, then suckled both tender buds into my mouth. A shot surged through Arianna's form, and she uttered a labored groan as I suckled thereon. Another shudder wracked her form as the sweet lactation let down, and her moans burbled effusively as the twin streams flowed into my mouth. I kneeled there, suckling at my wife's nipples, when I observed that her teats had become so massive that the enormous nipples now resided at the level of her sweet nethers. Leaving off the lactating paps, I slid my face forward between the fleshy spheres to kiss her smooth, round belly, and then between her legs, moving my mouth onto the hairless vulva, drops of sweet milk raining down upon my shoulders. Clutching my arms around her soft bottom, my tongue explored about the juicy folds, 'til it encountered the swollen rosebud of her clitoris. Arianna gave a sharp shriek as I caressed the delightful organ with my lips. I suckled hard upon the engorged rosebud, and then her knees did buckle. I could not catch my wife as she tumbled backwards onto the soft grass, and she slid several feet down the slope, slippery with dew. Sitting up, Arianna flashed me another devious smile, and started off down the other side of the hill. At this, I became a trifle annoyed with my voluptuous playmate, for my rigid cock stood at the ready, tall, thick, and throbbing for Arianna, and I did not wish to brook a further delay. But all of Arianna's ways are endearing, and my momentary irritation passed at the sound of her delightfully melodious giggling as she began to trot down the hill, into the mists. My wife is so impetuous, so adventurous, what is there to not love about such an alluring woman? Arianna was much slower going down the hill, perhaps owing to the massive, jiggling spheres of flesh that bounced and swayed all about. She stepped lightly, her bare feet unsure on the slick, grassy slope. In any case, in a moment, I caught my luscious wife, and encircled my arms about her breasts as I approached from behind. But just then, I lost my own footing on the dewy hillside, both feet sailing out before me, and my back crashing to the ground. Arianna landed atop me, and we shared a hearty laugh. Now that I had her where I wished her to be, I would not release the lusty wench! Arianna struggled playfully in the swirling fog as I clenched her teats tightly from behind, squeezing them tightly so that the soft flesh compressed in my hands. Again I pressed my erect member against her soft bottom, rubbing it all about. Her struggles waned as I pinched and fondled the tender pink paps, and soon her form relaxed entirely as she yielded to this pleasure. Rolling Arianna onto her side, I reached my face over her shoulder to place kisses up and down her neck, which made her even more intensely aroused. I stretched forth my arm so that my wife's lovely head would rest thereon rather than the wet ground. The hand remained on her nipple, once again fondling and squeezing the rosy knob, and then stroking lightly all about the soft flesh. With the free hand, I raised a mammoth breast and reached it all the way up to her shoulder, so that her gigantic, orange-sized nipple was before my face. Suckling the giant bud into my mouth, I drew hard until the sweet milk flowed again. Arianna uttered a series of short yelps as she drew her head against mine, a wonderful fragrance wafting from her full mane of hair as it brushed against my cheek. Drawing my hips lower upon her form, I slid my erect penis down along her bottom and between her legs. Arianna reached down to stroke the swollen head, and guided it so that it rested upon the juicy folds of her well-watered garden. Thrusting my hips forward, the solid shaft slid readily into my wife's secret place. Arianna screamed at the penetration and the sound echoed along through the valleys of San Francisco's many hills. There we lay upon the moist, grassy slope, I fondling a swollen nipple in one hand, suckling the other overripe nipple in my mouth, my member lunging back and forth within the juicy wetness of Arianna's flowers. My wife screamed sharply with each powerful stroke. Oh, how do I love it when my wife bellows forth with her love! I drank deeply of Arianna's milky goodness, the sweet liquid causing my cock to swell ever larger as it stroked within her nethers. Arianna grunted and groaned as my manhood swelled within her moist cavity, and her head thrashed about against mine as she approached her sexual culmination. "OH! WILLIAM! OH, MY WILLIAM! HARDER! OH, MY POWERFUL MAN! FUCK ME HARDER!!! FASTER!!! OHHHH!!! FUCK ME!!!" Arianna's vagina contracted in orgasm, squeezing hard upon my expanding member. Another squeeze coaxed my cock closer to its own release. Each of my wife's orgasms pinched hard upon the fleshy stalk, which produced a suction within, felt down along the length of the shaft, drawing hard upon my bloated balls. A trembling was felt deep within my groin, rising higher, building intensity with each deep thrust. The great surge rose up through my cock, as a powerful gush of seed squirted forth. Another great thrust and then another enormous load of the thick, viscous discharge filled my wife's inward portions. Both bodies convulsed, limbs twitching and flaying, as the powerful efflux of semen pumped forth with each forceful thrust, great erotic bellows flying from both mouths. A few more strokes of the powerful shaft within, and the last of the seed was expelled. The sensual stroking slowed, gentle cooing and whimpering from Arianna replacing her frantic cries and grunts of moments before. "Oh William, my mighty William," spoke my wife softly, she now seeming most subdued. I gently lowered Arianna's breast from my mouth, replacing it atop its twin, so that it flattened oblate under its own weight. My hands remained cupping the bloated nipples as I held her soft teats close by. The fire of our spent ardor cooled quickly in the misty atmosphere, and the chill of the morning now finally settled upon us both. Arianna curled up her legs before her, and I wrapped my own tightly around her, encircling her body with my own as we lay there upon the wet slope. My now-flaccid member remained far up inside Arianna, retained therewithin only due to its considerable length. We lay there sharing our warmth on that cool hillside, each of us very content to lie about, placidly, in the golden tenderness that follows intercourse. Though the hour was still early, the sleepless night and morning exertions were finally overtaking us. Waves of drowsiness now washed over us both as we lay in there in the swirling mists of the foggy valley. Another moment more and we were finally overtaken. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * I awoke with alarm to find the sun beating full down upon us! The cool morning was past, and with it, so was the fog! The misty cloak that earlier concealed us had lifted, and Arianna and I lay there, high upon a bare hill, our bodies fully exposed to the world! I looked down upon a clear noontide scene, every distant feature now clearly visible, no shade or cover hereabout with which we could be concealed! I shook Arianna to rouse her, but she was in a very deep slumber and did not stir. "Arianna! My dear! You must awake!" I spoke to her. But it did not avail, for she was utterly somnolent. My member still limply resided up within Arianna's secret place. I withdrew it slowly, as a robin draws a worm from the ground. I shook my wife briskly and spoke to her sharply, to no avail. Finally, I pinched her arm and gave it a twist. Arianna jumped up with a start, and scolded me for the sting. But I immediately drew her attention to our surroundings, how we were placed in a very visible position, high upon the hill. I indicated the houses off yonder upon other hills, and also other distant objects, including people that could be seen within our line of sight. "I hope none of them have the use of a spyglass," I quipped. "William! Oh my goodness!" fretted Arianna. "Here we are, naked, in broad daylight! Laying about on this hillside, revealed before the entire watching world! Oh, if anyone were to stumble upon us in this state, I should die of the shame!" Though we enjoyed our private nudity for so many years upon Our Isle, such was the transformation in our reasoning upon rejoining the civilized world. Arianna and I quickly scrabbled up the hillside on all fours, seeking to hide within a clump of bushes that extended to the hilltop. Upon making our way back up to the ridge, we looked all about the other side of the hill to locate our clothing, remaining low to the ground while we searched. It seemed that we had lost our way! The bright scene at noontime appeared entirely different than that of the misty dusk of hours before, when we had last come this direction! So there we were upon the hilltop, utterly naked as the days of our birth, and thus unable to return to the city off in the distance! We crawled about nude along the ridge for quite a long time, scanning the hillside in search of our garments. Arianna then expressed a very troubling thought. "William! What if someone collected our clothes while we slept, and stole them all away? How will we even be able to return to the city?" Arianna then became uncharacteristically morose. "Oh William, why do I always cast about with such reckless abandon? Why must I always practice such poor judgment? This is all my fault, William!" Of course, the blame was shared between us, for I was just as willing a participant in our bawdy romp as she, but I was of no mind to console my wife at that particular moment. My thoughts raced about to discover a solution to our dilemma, and how we might return to our rooms at the hotel. My eyes scoured the hillside from atop, I being very reluctant to crawl down the hill and approach the city in my birthday suit. It was quite difficult to crawl about while dragging a limp python from my loins. Thankfully, the grass, while no longer wet, at least remained soft. Poor Arianna was quite encumbered by her mammoth jugs that hung down to the ground. Her soft, tender nipples brushed along on the grass, which was undoubtedly quite uncomfortable for her. A shock of fear shot through both Arianna and I as we spied two men rounding a bend, advancing up the hill! They were a good ways off, and somewhat north of our position, and had not yet looked our way, so we did not fear imminent discovery. As they scaled the hillside, the men stopped and inspected the ground. As they spoke, we heard their voices, though we could not yet make out their words. The men walked along, pointing to various places upon the ground, and drawing nearer to our position. So close did they approach that I was able to recognize them as two crewmen from the Helios! Johnson and Carruthers had taken shore jobs at the company docks, and were currently residing in San Francisco. Johnson stopped and stooped over to lift something from the hillside. It was a white blouse! He held it out before himself and inspected the garment front and back. He placed his hands inside enormous cupped portions at the blouse's front, and spread them open. Johnson said, "Look at the ample cut in the front and the narrow taper at the waist. This blouse could only belong to one woman...." Both men replied in unison. "Annie Gillingham!" The men enjoyed a hearty laugh at my wife's expense, and Arianna looked as though she wished to dig a deep hole and bury herself in it. Carruthers stated, "Looks as though Bill and Annie are about these parts today, and up to their usual escapades! What say we leave off in this direction instead?" Dropping Arianna's blouse back onto the ground, the men turned and charted a course to the north, laughing themselves silly as they departed. I was somewhat perturbed at their levity, but grateful nonetheless for their having located our clothing for us. As soon as the men were far enough off, Arianna and I scooted down the hill and retrieved our garments. I pulled on my trousers, snaking my long, flaccid member down a pant leg, and helped Arianna slip into her blouse. Her skirt was discovered next, and then my own shirt, and soon we were donning our jackets. Quickly did we slip on our garments, leaving the fasteners undone, lest another interloper round the bend unexpectedly. However, our sleep upon the hillside was insufficient to cause our parts to shrink back! Though my member fit down the baggy leg of my trousers, Arianna's breasts were far too overlarge for her blouse, and there was no way for to close it up in the front! Arianna tried to fasten the buttons, but she was unable to stuff her overinflated pillows up under the garment. A similar problem was encountered as my wife pulled on her jacket, which had even less room for her overflowing proportions! I gave her my jacket to wear, but her bosom was now much too large around even for that, and the gigantic jiggling spheres hung out through her open blouse, down low past her hips. "Oh, William, what am I to do?" lamented Arianna. "How can we reenter the city with my teats out like this?" "Well, my dear," teased I, chuckling at her plight, "if we could make it to the harbor undetected, perhaps we could mount you to the prow of a ship!" Arianna smacked me several times with both hands, and I wrapped my arms around my head in mock defense, we both roaring with laughter as we always do. I grabbed my wife and kissed her, then lifted a giant teat to my lips for another quick suckle. "Well my dear," I reasoned, "it seems we have no other choice but that you drape my jacket about your front and hope for the best! The coattails are long and should provide additional covering." "But William, you mean for me to walk about San Francisco merely holding your jacket before my bare bosom? And to have the enormous teats bouncing and jiggling thereunder at my hips all the while?" "My darling," I replied, "we either attempt just that or we stay out on this hill for a cold night's sleep, and attempt a return tomorrow morning. For my own part, I'd like us to finally break our fast, seeing that it is now already the afternoon. Wouldn't you enjoy a meal as well, my dear?" Seeing the wisdom in this reasoning, only with the greatest reluctance did Arianna set out with me toward the city. The whole while, Arianna held my jacket up to her shoulders from underneath as the gigantic spheres swayed and jostled thereunder. Her trepidation increased as we drew closer to the sights and sounds of the city. My poor sweetheart! She straightened her spine, put on a stiff upper lip, and marched with me into the bustling streets of San Francisco, carrying her barely-concealed load before her. To think of the fear of discovery we shared during our "incident" aboard the Helios! Though we were then both fully naked, our concern was to evade detection by a single watchman on a pitch black night! Here was my wife now, bravely walking through a city of 50,000, in the middle of a bright, sun-shiny spring day, attempting to shield swollen breasts that reached past her hips with a singularly inadequate covering! We must have presented quite a sight as we strode along, I with no jacket, my arm closely held around my wife to help shield her, and she holding my jacket before her front from underneath, as if it were a shawl! Adding to that was our generally disheveled appearance, our crumpled, mud-smeared clothing, my hair mussed and uncombed, and Arianna's locks, loose and flowing upon her shoulders and down her back, her hat set upon her head at a cockeyed angle. We stayed off the main streets, opting for the more deserted lanes, and ducking down dark alleys whenever possible. Often did we conceal ourselves in a doorway or other nook to evade notice. In this way, we wormed our way along through the city, heading toward our hotel near the harbor. Fortunately, the majority of activity was on the main streets, and we only encountered a handful of passersby on our route, who thankfully did not regard us closely. Arianna's anxiety diminished as we sojourned along. In fact, her indefatigable sense of adventure rose up as we darted behind walls and scurried around corners. "Oh, William," giggled Arianna, "this is so exciting! I do so love being naughty! All this skulking and sneaking about has me quite aroused! My nipples are furiously all atingle, as though crawling with ants!" "Oh, is that so, my lusty little marvel?" said I, inclining forward to give my wife a kiss under a dark corner. Tongues slathered about as my hands slid up under the jacket, exploring all about the creamy expanse concealed thereunder. Arianna groaned as my fingers glided over the tender paps, her groans growing louder as her nipples were pinched and squeezed. Running my hands down along her abdomen and down her thigh, Arianna did not protest as I raised her skirt and slid my hand underneath. Had anyone happened along, my wife's charms would stand revealed, but Arianna was caught up in the sensation, and modesty was not at the forefront of her thoughts. Caressing along her plump thigh and her ripe bottom, finally did my hands discover her secret place, and my fingers were instantly beslimed with the wetness oozing from her juicy folds. Arianna flinched and gasped as I encountered her tender rosebud, and I stood there dandling it about as we leaned back in the shadows, swallowing each other's tongues. I then moved my head downwards, up under the jacket, and kissed and slobbered along my wife's succulent nipples, suckling hard 'til the sweet cream flowed down. The renewed amorousness stimulated my own member, which began to swell. I broke off from Arianna to adjust my manhood, which had been slid down my trouser leg. Undoing my waistband, I pointed the stiffening shaft upward upon my belly, tucking it again under my waistband and shirt. Arianna gave a seductive smile upon sighting my enlarging penis. She bent over to give it a little kiss, which was followed by a larger kiss, and soon she was sucking full bore upon my tender trunk. But this filthy backstreet was no place to engage in loveplay with my magnificent wife, so I replaced the engorged member under my waistband, behind my shirt, and we continued making our way along through the city. In each doorway, within every cleft, behind every parked wagon along the way, did I stop to fondle my wife and suckle at her teats. In this way, we were both thoroughly primed for our next erotic romp. As we approached the hotel, we were faced with a monumental obstacle... we had to cross the busy thoroughfare near the wharfs and walk a fair distance therealong to reach the hotel. We hid behind a dustbin, around a dark corner, as a throng of passersby hurried down the street not five feet away. Arianna was virtually cringing at the prospect of entering that jostling fray with her twin mountains of flesh swaying and jiggling at her hips, barely concealed by the coattails of my jacket. But my wife looked so marvelously seductive reclining against that wall, and since I saw an opportunity to repay her for that night aboard the Helios, I removed the jacket from her front to take a gaze openly upon her wondrous teats! "William!" hissed my wife, "what are you doing! Give me that jacket at once!" "Relax, my voluptuous vision," I soothed, taking the firm orbs between my hands, squeezing and fondling them therebetween. Arianna's teats were so amazing at this size, and I had always wished they could remain like this at all times. Such creamy mounds of flesh, each the size of a bushel, tipped with succulent nipples the diameter of an orange. How the soft spheres squeeze all about, how the rosy tips quiver and tremble with each tiny motion. I kneeled before my wife as she reclined, pressing and squeezing and kneading the supple delights. "William.... ohhhh.... William, stop.... ohhhhh.... you must cease this immediately.... OHHHH...." protested Arianna feebly. All resistance failed as I suckled the tender pink buds into my mouth. Arianna lay there, gasping and moaning, making every effort to stifle her pleasance, so as to not attract the notice of the nearby throng. She lay there prone, thrown aloft upon the blustery winds of Eros. The noisy street did not disturb her sensual reverie, as the sounds of footfalls, horse hoofs, and fragments of conversation scuttled by, the smells of the sea and tobacco and horses drifting along on the breeze, as I kneeled there suckling my wife's sweet milk. Suddenly, the sensual moment was shattered by a slamming door and a rustle in the alley! "Eh? Who goes there" spoke an old man, apparently the proprietor of the establishment in whose alley we were loitering. Quickly disengaging, I threw my jacket upon Arianna's breasts, and she snatched the garment to cover herself over. There were we discovered! She reclining against the wall, clutching my coat to her bosom, and I kneeling before her. "Well, well," muttered the elder gentleman, "a little early in the day for your lot, ain't it? Get along now! Move on out of here, you reprobates! I'll have none of this sort of 'business' on my grounds, you hear? Take it over to that hotel across the street!" "Begging your pardon, good sir," said I, "and a thousand apologies! We will do just that very thing! Good day to you, sir!" "William!!!" scolded Arianna, as we scurried off. "It was foolish to take such a chance!" "But my love," I teased, "you were not complaining but a moment ago!" Arianna and I laughed heartily as we spilled out into the road. Thankfully, my wife was now sufficiently emboldened by these incidents to confront the throng. My arm around her waist, my voluptuous wife and I shot seductive glances at one another as we made our way down the avenue. We were both alight with a raging sexual fire, and we hastened along through the crowd, so as to reach our room with greatest dispatch. Arianna's massive teats kept bouncing against me as we hurried about, and I am certain that they were frequently escaping from under the mere coattails by which they were barely covered. Many a male eye gazed upon my wife and her considerable bosom, and the fleshy orbs that bounced and jiggled beneath those coattails. Fortunately, so populous was the surrounding herd that no one therein had a clear view of anything at waist level. We passed familiar faces as we jostled along through the crowd, both men of my professional acquaintance, and women of Arianna's social set. I am certain we appeared rude for not exchanging proper salutations, but we nevertheless hurried by with a quick nod and a muttered greeting, without stopping to chat. At several points, Arianna was bumped by a passerby, so that she nearly dropped the jacket! Fortunately, her grip remained firm and her public honor was thus preserved. Finally, we reached the hotel, and we rushed through the lobby to the stairway to our rooms. "Good afternoon, Mr. and Mrs. Gillingham," called Arthur, the manager, from the front desk. We did not break our stride to talk, but I hollered over to the young man: "Hello, Arthur, so sorry, but we are in a bit of a rush. Could you send a couple plates of dinner up to our room? Anything at all will do. Much obliged, my good man!" Every head in the lobby turned at my brusque outburst, but Arthur was already acquainted with our high jinks, and he just smiled knowingly and nodded his head. Arianna and I giggled all the way up the steps and around the bend, and soon I was fumbling frantically with the key to our room, both of us fully aroused and trembling with sexual anticipation. The door finally burst open and I scooped up my beautiful Arianna. My jacket fell to the floor as I carried her over the threshold, her voluminous breasts revealed at last. Kicking the door shut with my foot, I carried her across the room and veritably tossed her upon the four poster feather bed! She sank into its soft recesses as I anxiously worked at the buttons of my fly. Finally released from the garment, my cock towered upwards from my groin. I didn't bother to strip, but leaped urgently upon the bed, and atop my eager wife. Her luscious breasts exposed between the parted ends of her open blouse, I scooped up the folds of her skirt, revealing the fullness of her thighs, and the juicy lips therebetween. Our pumps were both fully primed, our appetites whetted by the series of provocative dalliances throughout the sleepy lanes and alleyways of San Francisco, and we were both anxious for the main course! My engorged member slid into her sopping furrow without delay, and immediately churned with urgency therewithin. Instantly, Arianna was propelled to her highest of heights, and sloppy, gurgling noises were made by my corpulent penis as it stroked up and back within the velvety folds of her vagina. Promptly did my wife squeeze off a rapid succession of orgasms about my distended member, and before too long, my own prodigious load of seed squirted forth into her sweetest chamber. Our legs jerked and our toes twitched at this explosive encounter, and we both lay there in a shuddering heap. Afterwards, we might have lain there as such ‘til the next morning... had there not come a knock on the door with our meal. Cracking open the door and peeking around from behind, I thanked the steward and presented him with a generous gratuity. Arianna and I supped upon the bed, we both stripping after the fact to remove the cumbersome garments, most ill-fitting in our current state. "Oh, William," spoke Arianna over dinner, her breasts swinging and nipples quivering as she cut morsels upon her plate, "I am so relieved that we came through that incident unscathed! We could have come to any sort of bad end. We could have been arrested, or worse! That was a foolish chance to take, and thank Providence for the happy outcome!" "Indeed, my beauty," I replied, "good fortune has smiled upon us once again. I should hope we would take such reckless chances nevermore!" "Yes, William, you are absolutely right, it would be a show of extremely poor judgment to ever again engage in such folly," replied my gorgeous wife, massive teats jiggling and swaying as she chewed each fresh bite of food. "....But let us do it again next week!" I grabbed my beautiful, sensual, thrilling, Arianna and pulled her down upon the bed, tickling her furiously, she laughing and giggling with tremendous hoots of mirth and pleasure, her plump legs kicking all about, nearly upending our dinner plates. I kissed her once again, which led to more love play, and soon her nipples and her sweetest milk became a part of my meal. We copulated again twice more before sleeping that night, and finally fell asleep in each other's arms. We did indeed return to these hills each weekend for the remainder of our time in San Francisco. We especially enjoyed ascending the hills I dubbed "Arianna's Teats" and engaging in love play while gazing over the vista of the city and the bay. They say there are forty-four hills in San Francisco, and we look forward to visiting each one. Now that Our Isle is lost to us, it is as though we have several dozen chalets upon which to share our love. Our Day of Reckoning One afternoon, Arianna and I were leaving the hotel together. As we reached the street, we chanced to find ourselves face to face with none other than Rosa Maria, en route to a rendezvous with a "customer." Rosa Maria scowled at us, and regarded us disdainfully. "So! This is where you stay, this big, fancy hotel, now that you are too good for poor, old Rosa Maria!" I hastened to apologize to Rosa Maria for that incident in the tavern with Bob. "Rosa Maria, I am so sorry for that earlier misunderstanding. My friend Robert did not speak for me and I apologize for his harsh words to you. May I make amends? Perhaps you would like to join us for dinner? I knew that Arianna would not be pleased with this invitation, but I simply sought to be gracious, and no better thought came to mind at the moment. Rosa Maria was not dissuaded from her wrath, for as all men well know, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." "Hah!" she scoffed, "I would never think of accepting such an offer from you! And who is this... person?" "Pardon me, my manners are atrocious!" I replied. "Rosa Maria, this is my wife Arianna." Rosa Maria eyed Arianna up and down, a sneer upon her face as she inspected by wife's considerable feminine attributes. Her reply to my wife verily dripped with contempt. "Ah, so you are the little slut that now sports about with my Beelly! My, such large chichis you have! I know my Beelly loves those in a woman! Are those melons that you shove up under your blouse?" Arianna's mouth dropped open in shock and umbrage at this unmitigated impertinence. I jumped in quickly to defend my wife's honor. "Now see here, Rosa Maria, you will not insult my wife in this manner!" There was no time for the confrontation to proceed further when a man approached, the "customer" who the insolent whore was appointed to meet. "Rosa Maria, is this man troubling you?" spoke the stranger. I turned to confront the interloper, and my gaze landed upon the malevolent face of none other than Bentworth! Our eyes locked, hackles raised immediately upon sighting my old foe. It appeared that well more than a decade had passed upon the features of the surly former guard. His ugly face was now bloated, puffy, and sallow, his balding head sprinkled with coarse, black hairs, making his ill-favored features even more piggish. His surly expression was even more disagreeable than years ago, contorted further by that perpetual scowl, which made his black, close-set eyes even more beady. A fat belly was now about his middle, and flab verily hung from his sagging jowls. Though he remained half a head taller than me, his appearance was now clumsy and oafish. It was evident that the repulsive cur's only prospect for engaging a woman was to patronize old whores such as Rosa Maria. "You! Gillingham!" bellowed Benworth. "How dare you openly walk the streets of this fair city, you brazen scoundrel! I will see you shackled in irons for your crimes!" I retaliated, "And you, Bentworth! How dare you accost my wife in the street! What utter hubris you possess to speak to my wife in such a manner! It is you, sir, will who shall bear the brunt of the law!" "Wife!" shot back the malignant knave. "You shall not speak such of your betters! Your ilk can never be worthy of the likes of Lady Arianna. Personages of quality are entitled to their youthful dalliances, but certainly not to intermarry with the common rabble!" I was quaking with rage, restraining myself for the sake of Arianna, when my beloved took a turn at the foul dastard. "Bentworth, you loathsome toad, how dare you address my husband in this manner!" she spat. Bentworth interrupted, directling his repellent speech toward her. "That was quite a display you put on at the wharf, Your Ladyship. The mobs were quite amused with your performance. You have garnered quite a reputation around San Francisco with the tales of your island adventures. However, did your narratives omit that your 'husband' is a thief and murderer, a hunted man by the Crown of the British Empire?" Regarding me again, Bentworth spoke, "The British Consulate is presently swearing out letters of extradition for you, Mr. Gillingham. My office has... 'influence,' shall we say, with the federal magistrate in this city. It appears that you have not spent any portion of your adult life in this country, and therefore any claims to American citizenship are highly questionable under the present circumstances. "Your last documented service was aboard a ship of Her Majesty's line, where your crimes were committed, and from thence you have remained a fugitive for nine years. Therefore, you remain subject to the laws of the latter jurisdiction. As for your... heh.. 'wife,' Lady Arianna is a noblewoman of the Crown, and thus remains Her Majesty's loyal subject." Arianna retorted, applying her best Virginia dialect, "I renounced years ago all pretensions to nobility, and am devoted to my husband and to the nation of his birth!" "Ah, but Your Ladyship," countered Bentworth, "this low-born scum has no standing upon which to confer you with American citizenship. Even if he were shown to be a citizen himself, your island concubinage and ship-borne wedding ceremony are insufficient to establish marital status. "Your father, Lord Chesterleigh, happens to be here in the United States on business. The Consulate has dispatched to him a letter sent via special express courier. We can surely arrange for him to arrive in time for this villain's extradition hearing." Arianna blanched at the mention of her hated father. I knew she trembled within at the thought of again confronting that villain after so long a spell. Bentworth resumed his gloating tirade, relentlessly stabbing my wife with each word. "I shall see your precious Mr. Gillingham swing from the gallows, Your Ladyship! And I shall see you restored to your loving father and married to a respectable spouse. It is most very fortunate for you that your 'union' with this man has thus far been fruitless!" These last words were the most vile cut of all, for my wife had often wept at the barreness of her womb, and so greatly yearned to bear my child, that our deep love might find a tangible fulfillment. I could not tolerate her enduring the agony that such words would evoke. Enraged, I balled up my fist and swung hard at Bentworth's ugly face. His head cocked to one side as my fist connected, and he verily swirled entirely around before hitting the ground. "You will NOT speak as such to my wife, miserable wretch!" I bellowed, standing over his crumpled form. Bentworth shook off the blow and touched his nose, which was bleeding. Rosa Maria made to help him stand, her glare throwing daggers at both Arianna and me. Bentworth laughed evilly as he stood and straightened his bulky form. "You may walk in the sunlight for today, Gillingham, but very soon you shall reside in a dank cellar, wherein you will spend your few remaining days until the noose cracks your ill-begotten neck! Good day to you, sir!" With that, Bentworth stalked off, Rosa Maria clutching at his arm, he shaking off her grasp as he hurried forth, their scheduled afternoon encounter apparently now broken off. Arianna and I looked at one another, grave expressions upon both our faces. It would seem the day had arrived where we must finally confront these false charges, and we hurried back to the office to discuss the matter with Bob. Soon, we were all at the office of Bob's attorney, Zed Richards, who was one of the most prominent and well-connected lawyers in the state of California. Having explained the entire matter, Zed assured us that our cause was righteous, and that justice could eventually prevail on our behalf. "Your greatest problem," explained Zed, "is poor documentation. Neither of you possess proper visas or immigration documents, or any other sort of personal papers for that matter. There is no way to establish that either of you are in this country legally. "Further, you have no marriage license or any other papers to establish yourselves as a married couple. Bob and I can work that out, since he performed your official ceremony, and can testify to other material facts. But we will need time to create the suitable documents and file them in the proper offices in order to straighten out these matters. "Unfortunately, in the meantime, you both are vulnerable to any other legal processes, including extradition. Until we can acquire papers establishing your native birth in the Commonwealth of Virginia, you may request asylum, which, if recognized, will insure that you both can remain in the United States indefinitely. I am personal friends with the Governor, and may be able to expedite that process. But in any event, this will also require a measure of time." Arianna and I were quite discouraged at this report. Had we been proactive with these matters upon our arrival, we might have by now garnered a stronger legal position. But were both little more than children ourselves when we were castaway, and were consequently quite naive to the tangled intricacies of legal matters in the civilized world. I was working the next day at the company yard when Bob rushed over to me. "Bill, I've received word that Bentworth is on his way here with a warrant for your arrest. You are to be held without bail pending the extradition hearing. Annie is to be held in an apartment on the grounds of the British Consulate until her father arrives to claim her. "Bill, if Bentworth finds his chance, he would sooner secretly bundle you both aboard the next British ship, and send you immediately back to London for trial. Marshall Smith cannot help us, though he would love to see Bentworth himself bundled aboard that ship. His hands are tied, for all of the papers are in order. Bentworth had a head start, Bill, and the force of the law is on his side." My head reeled at this news. There was no longer any time to mount a proper legal defense! It appeared that Bentworth had won! My life was to be forfeit and Arianna, a prisoner of the Empire and her despised father. "Bob," I spoke, "what of my wife? Where is Arianna? I must go to her!" "Millie has rushed to the hotel and will bring her here presently. You two must flee, leave San Francisco, or all will be lost!" "Robert, I will not slink off like a dog," I protested. "I am guilty of no such crime, and we shall not further incriminate ourselves by flight!" "Bill, until you have asylum, you have no other choice under these circumstances! "But what of you and Millie?" I countered. "You will be our accomplices and brought under charges yourselves!" "You just let me fret over that, old friend," responded Bob. "You saved me from sharks, and did a wonder for my marriage! I owe you a debt I can never repay! Now quit wasting time talking, we have a lot of work to do!" Bob was making all our arrangements as Millie arrived at the yard with Arianna, and we both changed into clothing more suitable for the open road. Bob provided us with his fastest horse, and a bag with ample supplies. These were loaded upon a company ferry that was to carry us across the bay to the tiny hamlet of Benicia. "From there," explained Bob, "you will follow the trail northeast, heading toward Sacramento. There you will locate our company office and meet with the local manager, my good friend, Josh Gilmore. Present this letter to Josh and he and his family will hide you until we can handle the legal arrangements on our side." Bob and I shook hands, an earnest look exchanged between us. Arianna and Millie exchanged a hug, tears streaming from the eyes of both. Stepping aboard the small sloop, we bade our friends farewell as the boat launched from the pier. As we removed from the wharfs and into the open waters of the bay, we spied Reg Wimbsley entering the company yard, waving his hands and yelling after us. Bob faced him, Wimbsley making all manner of gesticulations. Even if Bentworth followed close on Wimbsley's heels, were now home free, gaining the head start on our flight. Though we were highly agitated from our rapid and unexpected departure, it was nevertheless a lovely day for sailing upon the bay. However, our circumstances cast a dark cloud over our mood, and it seemed the tiny ship could not make quick enough time across the water. The day grew long as we sailed, the sun arching to the west. We slept aboard ship that night, the wood decking offering nowhere near the comfort of our four-poster feather bed at the hotel. The two company pilots kept a loyal watch through the night, and continued sailing through the darkness. We landed in Benicia shortly after daybreak. Stopping in a local saloon for a hasty breakfast, we were soon on the trail that led to Sacramento, the gold fields, and points east. Our trail straddled a range of hills along a coastline and headed generally north. The trail veered east from the hills and we soon encountered a river that tended north-northeast. It was a long day in the sun, and Arianna had fallen asleep on the horse, reclining upon my back. We stopped for water several times, and we spoke of missing the shade of the bush and our cool waterfall and pool upon our former island home. The day was running long, and both horse and riders were weary from this journey. Several such days lay ahead of us on this lonely trek to Sacramento, so we elected to break for the evening. We stopped in a shady spot in a stand of trees beside the riverbank. We made a rough supper of hard tack and dried fruit, though the water from the river was very cool, slaking our thirst. Our hunger was more or less sated by this mean fare, though we had both so quickly become too fond of the sumptuous meals served in the hotel, and shared with our friends Bob and Millie. We reclined against the tree, Arianna's head upon my chest, contemplating our solitude. Though the trail was generally well traveled, we had not seen a single soul the entire day. We were now a day's journey from the last outpost of civilization. Though we had returned to the wider world, we both felt ourselves to be quite alone upon this frontier trail. Arianna lifted her head and gazed up at me with her dazzling green eyes, wearing a sultry smile upon her face that I understood well. "It was such a sweaty day on the trail, and the water is very cool and inviting, My King," cooed my gorgeous wife. "An evening dip would be most refreshing, would it not?" Returning my wife's smile, I kissed the full red lips. The tips of our tongues gently stroked one another as we began a gentle love play. I stroked my fingers through my wife's sandy-gold tresses, and clasped the side of her face. Gliding my fingers down her smooth neck, my hand rounded her shoulder, and slid down along her upper chest. My fingertips dancing all about, they circled lower until they encountered the swell of her ample breasts. Arianna moaned lightly as my fingers stroked along the front of her blouse. My vivacious wife gasped sharply as my fingertips slipped over her nipple, and her moaning became stammered as I circled the full pap therearound. Arianna's breathing had now increased and I could feel her body tremble with mounting excitement as I held her close. My hands now skimmed upward to neck, to undo the top button of her blouse. As her collar parted, I moved downward to the next, fumbling at the taut fastener 'til it also came free. Moving ever lower, I was now atop her breasts, and could feel the cleave thereof under my fingers as I worked the next button free of its mating button hole. "So! You presume yet again to defile your betters!" Our sensuous reverie shattered, both our hearts leapt with alarm at this intrusive outburst. My head swirled around, only to see the blackguard Bentworth looming over us, directing a shotgun at my head, and his minion, the little worm Wimbsley, standing several feet behind. In spite of our lead, these villains had somehow tracked us to this spot, and we were now at their mercy. "Stand apart, you criminal!" ordered the miscreant. I complied, rising slowly and extending my hands, standing away from Arianna, toward the riverbank, lest the gun discharge inadvertently and harm my wife. Arianna turned away urgently from these dastards, quickly redoing the buttons to close up the front of her blouse. Producing a paper from his pocket, Bentworth proclaimed, "I hereby present you with a warrant for your arrest, pending extradition to London on the charges of various and sundry heinous crimes against the Crown." Arianna pleaded uselessly with Bentworth, speaking in the manner of a woman of Virginia. "Bentworth, you must not do this terrible thing! My husband is innocent of these charges! He rescued me that day from the sea after I was swept from the Delight, and has cared for me each day since, lo these past nine years!" "Arianna, do not speak to this savage," I growled, boring holes into Bentworth with my eyes. "Your Ladyship," condescended Bentworth, "do not use the coarse speech of this American rabble. It pains my ears to listen to it each day that I am forced to reside in this benighted hinterland." Turning to me, Bentworth snarled, "If I could add to your charges, Mr. Gillingham, I would see you drawn and quartered for defiling this woman of quality. She is worthy of a husband having a stature equal to her own, rather than a peasant mongrel such as you. Why, if only my own noble house were to be restored...." Arianna replied in a tone of outrage, with crisp and flawless enunciation of the Queen's English. "What is this??? YOU, Bentworth, a noble??? Oh my, still another penniless English nobleman! How very trite!" "My Lady," spoke Bentworth, in his best attempt to speak with cultivation and gentility, "I had admired you greatly during all those years of service to your father. Though you were but a blossoming child, I strived to be such a man worthy of your love, yet you never noticed. My heart yearned ever so much that you might return this sentiment, and that I might earn your father's favor. I was stricken when he sent you away, betrothed to the Governour. Yet I fanned an ember of hope that somehow, upon our long voyage, I might yet contrive a way to be together with you. "But then our party boarded the H.M.S. Delight, where you laid eyes upon this handsome, young beggar, who turned your infantile, girlish head. I was then forced to endure each day at sea as you kept company with this despicable derelict, looking on in silence as you made eyes at each other. Why, I would have tossed the wretch overboard myself, had I half a chance." My blood boiled at these words, and I was infuriated at my own slow wit as I groped for a suitable response. It was my quick-tongue wife that dove first into the fray. "Hah! Such vain, hollow words you speak, you disgusting degenerate. What I certainly did notice in your manner was how you constantly leered at my bosom, you foul brute! You had no interest in me for myself, for always were your eyes fixed below my neck! I am confident that you do not even know the color of my eyes!" Bentworth looked puzzled for a moment, and then blurted, "Why, they are blue, of course." "Cretin! Imbecile!," shrieked my wife, revealing an alarming fury that I had never seen in nearly a decade of our marriage. "Even if you did know the true answer, all you ever displayed in my presence was harshness and cruelty. There is nothing kind or gentle about you, for you are only a seething mass of lust and violence. How I did despise looking upon your odious visage each day. But even if you did in fact possess even a single truly noble attribute, your ugliness is unsurpassed, from your fat belly to your repulsive, piggish face, made all the more repugnant by that perpetual scowl. "You two are indeed a ready match, you and my father. Even if your ill-favored house were the wealthiest in all England, I would never consent to become a wife to such as you. I have long since had my fill of the villains of aristocracy, such as my hated father and the whole lot of his peers. And yet you! Most despised of all my jailers! Turning up now as a nobleman wishing for my hand! Why, I would kill you in your sleep! I should rather slit my own throat than submit myself unto you." In his gross ineptitude, the feckless bumbler sought conciliation with his former charge, his manner now becoming obsequious, but choosing all the wrong words. "My Lady, how many hours did I stand outside your door? I knew you were all alone in your lonely despair, for I heard your tender sobs. This touched my heart. I knew you desired the hand of a man, for I often heard the sounds of you giving yourself pleasure. Often would I catch a peek through the keyhole as you lay there nude upon your bed, reading your bawdy stories, stroking your own breasts and fondling your nethers. Why, if only my partner would have left, that I might be alone outside your door, I would have entered in and given you that which you so earnestly desired. Wait... pardon me, I did not mean to suggest...." Enraged as never before, my face flushed and the veins popped out therefrom. Bentworth had become distracted as he spoke thusly to Arianna, and turned the gun away from me as he addressed her. Here I saw my chance and lashed out with pent up fury. I smacked the gun away from Bentworth's hand, which flew off into the air and landed barrel-down into the mud along the river's edge. Maddened with rage, I pummeled the scoundrel with my fists. "Filthy deviant!" I bawled, "You violated the privacy of a lonely young girl? Foul rapist! You would have forced yourself upon a tender virgin, into whose care you were entrusted? You beast, you profligate lecher, you would have defiled my Arianna! No shred of honor resides within you, piteous wretch!" Pounding his face repeatedly with my fists, his head snapped from one side to the other, blood flying from his nose and mouth. Arianna stood back, terrified, never having seen such rage and fury explode from me before. Wimbsley cowered behind a tree, quaking fearfully rather than assist his master. Bentworth finally fell, landing backwards into the muddy stream. I stood over his enervated form, fists balled, ready to resume his beating as soon as he arose. "Arise, you craven poltroon!" I shouted. "Stand and fight!" Bentworth's hand clutched along the creek bed and turned up a rock. He made to rise slowly, and as he straightened, he cast the stone at me, striking my head and knocking me to the ground. I heard Arianna scream as my feet gave out underneath. Quickly regaining my footing, I saw that Bentworth had pulled a long knife from his belt, and moved my way, waving it toward me. "You will die, miserable son of a whore!" spoke Bentworth through gritted teeth. I dodged as he stabbed the knife at me, jumping back to remain out of his reach. Just then Arianna stabbed back at Bentworth with her sharpest words, delivered with her most noble bearing. "William, this half-male would never have succeeded in raping me. His tiny member was frequently erect whilst in my presence. The miniscule thing barely poked at the front of his breeches, appearing as a tiny little baby gerken pickle. I seriously doubt that he could even penetrate any woman at all with such an inadequate organ! I am sure that harlot Rosa Maria never even felt him inside her! His deficient member would compare not at all to your own considerable endowments, my very potent husband! He would certainly be incapable of the sort of wild, passionate sex that you and I have enjoyed thousands of times, my mighty lover! Bentworth, apoplectic, exploded with rage. "Why, you nasty little bitch! I can teach you many things of the tender arts. It matters not what you say, for I will reap the reward for this man's capture. Your father will be indebted to me and will give you to me, seeing as no other nobleman would have such a slut as yourself. Thus will all your property default to me by right, including your shares with Wells, Fargo & Company. "You will become my wife in the end, Your Ladyship, along with your magnificent, enormous breasts. And you will come to love and appreciate me in time. My noble house will finally be restored to its proper status, and its treasure house filled once again, much moreso than from that pittance snatched from the Delight...." In his crazed gloating, Bentworth again spoke the wrong words, and only too late did he realize his mistaken confession, a startled look forming upon his piggish face. "So! It was you all along!" I bellowed at the villain. "It was you who murdered your partner and stole Arianna's gold!" "Yes, William! It must be true!" confirmed my wife. "Bentworth was in fact on duty that night during the storm!" "No wonder you are so skilled with the knife!" I prodded. "After all, you used one to murder your own colleague!" "Well, all right then, it did happen as you say," Bentworth confessed. "My partner Greeves and I were seasick from the storm, and left our post to hang our heads over the loo, believing that Her Ladyship would simply cower in her quarters whilst the tempest raged. We returned to find her cabin empty, and neither she nor you could be found above or below deck. Fearing for our own necks, we cut free the rowboat and concocted the story implicating you, Gillingham. "We even contrived to steal Lady Arianna's dowry and lay that charge at your feet as well. But Greeves was never known to rein in his tongue, and I could not risk discovery at the hands of that fool. Besides, an entire bag of gold was much more satisfactory than just a half share, so I stabbed the imbecile and rapped myself upon my own head, raising a lump, and feigned unconsciousness until we were discovered." I quaked with rage as I listened to this tale. I considered rushing at Bentworth, but the blade remained pointed at my abdomen. Perhaps Bentworth knew something of blades, but he clearly knew nothing of guns. He reached into the stream and pulled the gun from the mud. Pointing the barrel my way, he cocked the trigger and spoke again. "This knowledge shall not save you, Mr. Gillingham. The terms of your reward state 'dead or alive.' You'll be much easier to manage in the former condition!" Arianna came running toward me, frantically calling my name. I grabbed my beloved wife and threw her aside onto the ground, and thus out of harm's way. "Bentworth!" I shouted "Don't do it, man! That barrel is clogged!" But the simpleton simply laughed, refusing to save himself, instead raising the gun to his face. He took aim and fired, believing the shotgun would blow a whole in my chest. Rather, the mud-packed barrel created a tremendous backfire. The barrel exploded against his face with a thunderous crash, shearing away the entire side of his head. A red spray filled the air as pieces of flesh and skull and brain flew in all directions. "Turn away, Arianna! Do not look!" I commanded, throwing my body atop my dearest wife, to guard her from the gore and to block her view of the gruesome sight. A solid thump was heard as Bentworth's lifeless body hit the ground. Arianna was curled up in a ball, sobbing and screaming hysterically. "Do not move my love, and by all means, do not look," I instructed. Though a veteran of several grisly naval battles, I was not entirely prepared for the horrific sight. The side of Bentworth's head was completely open and the brains spilled out upon the ground. One eye was entirely absent and portions of the skull bone and teeth were visible on the open side. The remaining eye stared emptily up to the sky, the head's thinning hair disheveled and matted with gore. Neither Arianna nor I had any blood splattered upon our persons, for the blast was directed away from us. I helped Arianna to her feet, shielding her gaze as I led her off, bidding her to stand against a nearby tree with her face turned away. All the blood had now drained out of the corpse, which flowed into the river, painting the water red. I dragged the body away from the site, and covered the mangled head with our blanket. By this time, the little weasel Wimbsley had summoned the courage to face me. "Awww... Yer Ladyship, Mr. Gillingham... ah... I don't rightly know what to say. Why, I couldn'a known Mr. Bentworth was in fact the villain of the whole affair! After all, he was the Queen's Man and such, a trusted official of the Crown. Why, I never would have assisted him if I would'a knowed such a thing. "Yer Ladyship, I never meant nothing but to defend yer noble honor! Ye must believe me! I was simply believing ye to be misled all along by Mr. Gillingham here, that's all. Why, I never would'a been a willing party to any such wrongdoing!" "Wimbsley," said I, "you have betrayed our trust and created considerable difficulties for Her Ladyship. You have spoiled her happy homecoming and driven me from my employment. You have exposed Lady Arianna to many hardships, and now have shattered her joy with this evening's trauma. I should have every right to press charges against you and lay the full brunt of the law upon your miserable head." "Aw, no, Mr. Gillingham!" whinged Wimbsley, "Pray, sir, have mercy! We was mates back upon the Delight, weren't we, sir? Surely ye remember taking ol' Reg under yer wing when he was still but a young lad? I never forgot that, sir, not me! I am deep in your debt, to be sure, Mr. Gillingham! Surely there is something I might do to make amends?" I pondered this offer for a time, looking hard at the pathetic little troll before responding. "Yes, Wimbsley," I replied, "there are a great number of things you might do to make amends. For one, you will clean up this mess and bundle up Mr. Bentworth's remains for transport. Then you will return with us to Benicia where you will give a full testimony to the authorities and swear out an affidavit of the facts, and make yourself available as a witness in any legal proceedings. In the meantime, you will remain my prisoner, for you are a conniving little weasel, and I trust you not in the least respect." Whining and whimpering, Wimbsley made a noisy spectacle of preparing Bentworth's mutilated body for transport, wrapping it up tightly in our sleeping blanket, retching and vomiting noisily and generally carrying on throughout the entire process. I kept the shattered gun in my bag, to guard this important evidence of our innocence, lest it "disappear" along the trail. I tied Wimbsley's hands tightly together so that he would not escape, and we set out on horseback. As the last of the evening twilight faded, the moon arose, just past full, casting abundant light along the road for night traveling. We clopped along the trail with our three horses, one carrying Arianna and me, another carrying Whimsley, whose hands were tied with a rope whose end I held, and finally the corpse of Bentworth, tied securely upon the back of his own horse. Arianna, weary from this grueling day, slept on horseback while reclining upon my body. We rode along silently throughout the cold of the long night, retracing our steps back to our place of departure. Wimbsley was now quite subdued and did not attempt any further craftiness as we had anticipated. The sun rose while we wearily beat the trail, and we arrived in Benicia in the late morning, shortly before midday. We drew quite a crowd as we pulled into town with our captive and our gruesome load. We arrived at the local sheriff's office and generally explained our predicament, asking if he could recommend a lawyer to represent our interests. The deputy fetched a local lawyer in town, one Alonzo Grey, who turned out to be a friend and colleague of Zed Richards. Mr. Grey spent the day taking our statements, and dispatched a messenger to send word to Zed in San Francisco. We presented Bentworth's arrest warrant, and showed the sheriff the exploded gun. Arianna, Wimbsley, and I each separately gave our testimony of the facts, and our stories lined up in every detail. The local doctor examined the corpse, and he confirmed that the powder burns and fragments on the remains of Bentworth's face, along with the direction of the explosion, were consistent with firing the clogged rifle, thereby confirming the cause of death as accidental, though needless and extremely foolish. It was clear to all that I was guiltless of the death, that Bentworth was in fact the villain of the affair, and that he had died at his own hand while threatening to kill me. We remained in Benicia at the request of the sheriff, and two days later, Bob arrived with Zed. As Benicia was the capital of California, Zed availed himself of the opportunity to visit the office of his friend, the Governor. Upon presenting our testimony and the evidence from the sheriff's office in our case, Zed was able to obtain from the Governor a temporary stay of action on my arrest warrant, pending the decision on our request for asylum, which the Governor promised to expedite on our behalf. Wimbsely was to be held on a number of charges that amounted to illegally abetting criminal action. Unlike Bentworth, he had no diplomatic immunity, and wished to also plead for asylum. Arianna and I agreed to not press charges against him and plead for clemency on his behalf, should he cooperate and give honest testimony at the hearing. Alonzo Grey agreed to represent Wimbsley in these proceedings. Wimbsley was fully cooperative, seeming thoroughly repentant, as if all his crafty ways were driven off by remorse and contrition. As he was still a young man, we both hoped Wimbsley would turn over a new leaf and henceforth chart a right course through life. We and the Pentons returned to San Francisco to await the asylum decision, which was to be determined at the extradition hearing. Zed was confident of our position and of a favorable outcome, and devoted the time to preparing our documentation and the presentation of our case. In the meantime, I resumed my former duties at the company yard, and Arianna filled her days with various social activities with Millie and young Henrietta. I used the opportunity to pen another letter to my mother. I had written her shortly after arriving in San Francisco, telling her of my adventures of the past nine years, that I was alive and well and had married a wife. I still as yet had not yet received a reply. We had not corresponded very often during my years at sea. My family's poverty had forced me to leave home at age 13, seeking employment at nearby Norfolk aboard any ship that would have me. I had only returned home one time before being cast away with Arianna. Nevertheless, my parents and I parted on affectionate terms, and I knew that Mother and Father would care about my well-being. I explained to Mother the details our current plight, emphasizing my innocence of the charges, and asked that she offer a prayer on our behalf. As the day our hearing approached, we again sailed the bay, and one fine morning in June, walked through the doors of the courthouse at Benicia. As we entered the courtroom, we noted the representatives of the British Consulate, seated at the opposite table. One individual turned to face our party... it was Lord Chesterleigh! The color drained from Arianna's face, and she looked aghast. She wavered on her feet, seeming near fainting. In all our adventures, even when our lives were in grave danger, I had never seen my wife enervated so. I clasped her about the waist to steady her feet. Lord Chesterleigh shot me an evil look. I met his gaze and held it steadily as we took our seats. The hearing took most of the day, for both sides desired a quick outcome, each confident in their respective positions. The presentation of facts was straightforward, so there were no delays in the proceedings. The Crown's case against me was built entirely on circumstantial evidence. Arianna testified that she had seen me upon the deck of the Delight that fateful morning immediately upon leaving her quarters, and that the guards had abandoned their post. She explained how she was immediately swept overboard, not kidnapped as alleged, and she described the method by which I had saved her life from drowning upon Our Isle. She added how I had cared for her needs daily for nine years, until the timely arrival of the Helios. Bob testified to his discovery of us upon Our Isle, the circumstances of our rescue, and how he had officiated at our wedding. He gave character testimony of me during our former days at sea, how I had saved his life, and of my dutiful service to him since our rescue. Wimbsley's testimony supported our own regarding the events leading up to Bentworth's death, including his witnessing of Bentworth's confession. The Crown attempted to defame our position, citing our long absence as fugitives and flight from San Francisco to elude arrest. But at the end of the proceeding, the judge ruled in our favor, granting asylum to both of Arianna and me pending the formalization of our citizenship documents, and thereby denying extradition. As we prepared to leave the courtroom, Lord Chesterleigh stood in the aisle, blocking our path to the door. The confrontation with her father that Arianna had wished to avoid had become inevitable. Arianna stopped in her tracks, trembling, as the elder man walked toward us. Bob, Millie, Zed and I stood close at hand as His Lordship drew near. As he approached, I noted no resemblance whatsoever between the man and my wife. Arianna predicted how the exchange would follow. "He will at first appear kind and conciliatory, and then, when he does not get his way, will he show his vicious side, his true nature," spoke Arianna, a quaver in her voice. "Arianna!" spoke Lord Chesterleigh, affecting a cheerful greeting. "My beloved daughter! My, how you have grown into a fine beauty! You are the image of your poor mother, God rest her soul." Arianna stood stock still, her face an impassive mask as she faced her father. She clasped my hand, and her own veritably shook with apprehension. "Arianna," continued His Lordship, in a tone of pathos, "my heart was broken when I heard you were lost. Only then did I realize my inadequacies as a parent. Thank God for your safe rescue! You are my daughter, my only surviving child. I am now an old man, and not many years remain to me in this life. Let me make amends! Return with me to England, and with your husband! Let us begin again afresh!" Arianna stood there, back straight, eyes forward, hands trembling and not meeting her father's gaze. "Arianna?" spoke Lord Chesterleigh after a long pause. "My dear, please answer. Will you now come home?" After another long pause, Arianna turned to look at the man, and replied, speaking again as a woman of Virginia, a tremulousness to her voice. "No, Your Lordship, I will not, for it is a trap. You seek to break my marriage and see my husband put to death, once we fall into your vile clutches. I understand the motives of your black heart all to well." "Arianna! Please, my dear.... Things have changed, I assure you. How can I prove myself to you? What would it take to convince you? Won't you at least consider the invitation?" entreated Lord Chesterleigh. But Arianna remained resolute, again fixing her eyes forward upon the door. His Lordship stood there for a time, a darkness falling upon his countenance, in a manner such as I had heard my wife describe so vividly. She turned to look into the black coalpits of his eyes, and he saw in her own emerald jewels that she was earnest and would remain unswayed. It was as though a storm was gathering, which required a suitable interval to build before the first thunderclap is heard. Finally, the storm fell hard upon that courtroom, where justice had just been served. "Why.... why, you filthy little cunt!" burst out the infuriated nobleman. "How you evermore persist in foiling my plans! Even after all these years! You care nothing that you bring about the end of my noble line! You share no sense of duty or commitment to the continuance of the House of Chesterleigh! All you have ever desired was to play the whore and satisfy your most wanton desires! "I could have arranged another marriage for you! I have a business colleague, a nobleman of course... his son is a useless brigand, but his lot is most suitable for the likes of you! You could have simply conformed with my wishes and lived in comfort all your days as my heir! Rather, you must always defy my simple wishes, placing your own folly ahead of my better judgment, choosing instead to gallivant about with this low-born commoner!" I could have given the miserable miscreant the thrashing of his life for addressing my wife in this manner. I withheld, mainly from deference to his years and out of respect for the courtroom. At that time, His Lordship turned and spewed his foul bile at me. "The Crown will not relent from these charges against you, William Gillingham! You and my daughter will remain fugitives from the Empire! We both know your testimony is a lie, and these proceedings a travesty! Such 'justice' is to be expected from the rabble of this backwater hinterland! You certainly did kill my man Bentworth, just as you killed his partner aboard the H.M.S. Delight! You coerced the toad Wimbsley to testify on your behalf and contorted the facts to your own miserable purpose! "The Crown will not fail to exhaust every option for appeal in this godforsaken land to revoke your asylum, and will not rest until we return you, my dear Arianna, to your rightful home. As for you, Gillingham, you worthless wretch, if you are ever found within the reach of the British Empire, you will be summarily hanged on the spot, without trial!" His Lordship's face was the color of a beet, and blue veins crossed his face, eyes bugged out maniacally, his bloated, bulbous nose nearly purple. Surely such a sight must have been fearsome to a tender young girl, such as Arianna would have been, but to my mind, His Lordship appeared more comical than threatening. Arianna now appeared serene, as though she had transcended her progenitor's rantings. When she finally deigned to answer, she spoke calmly and evenly, with great poise. "Lord Chesterleigh, as a child, I was terrified of you, as though you were an inhuman monster. Now I finally come to realize that you are nothing more than a petulant little child. You broke my beloved mother's heart utterly. You sent her to an early grave with your incessant beratings and endless infidelities. How she loved you, for whatever inexplicable reason, and how unworthy of her you were! "You are not my father, any more than a raging bull is the father of the calf it sires. You never cared for me, but only saw in me a means to further your own profit and self-interest. "But my William has cared for me. I'd be dead a thousand times over if not for him. How dare you make such hateful accusations against him! He has been more of a father to me than you ever could be. And he has also been my friend, my companion... and my lover. Lord Chesterleigh stood there, dumbstruck, his face turning from rage to humiliation and shame. Words failed him as he stood confronted thusly by his former child, now a mature woman, finally able to answer his ravings. Arianna straightened up, her beautiful head held high, as a truly noble woman, a personage of true quality. Arianna spoke these final words to His Lordship: "I am not your daughter. I am Annie Gillingham." With that, Arianna turned away and walked out of the courtroom, never looking back. The Wagon Trail East Zed Richards had already contacted his colleagues back east to acquire the official records that established my native birth and early residence in the United States of America: from the village of my birth, town records and church documents; from the Commonwealth of Virginia, tax documents and listings of my parent's farm; and from Washington, D.C., census records listing me as a native-born son and member of the Gillingham household during the years of my childhood. These documents began to arrive after the hearing was concluded. The British Consulate advised that the Crown's position was unchanged, and that the charges would be maintained and pursued. Zed pledged to continue work on our behalf to establish our status as a married couple and American citizens, immune to extradition on the Crown's bogus charges. We would be free to live out our lives within the borders of the United States, as long as we did not take to sea, or cross over into Canada. However, we realized that we could never hope to live in peace if we remained in California. Lord Chesterleigh's henchmen abound, and Arianna feared that we would be kidnapped and carried off to England if we remained in San Francisco or any other city. We thus determined to carry out our original plan and lose ourselves far off in Indian country, away from civilization, in the Stoney Mountains, near the headwaters of the River Colorado. We removed to Sacramento, where Bob and Millie helped provision us with a wagon and supplies for frontier settlement. This was a turnabout, for many wagons arrived in California each week from points east, and we were heading in the opposite direction. It would be a long overland journey into dangerous, unsettled country, but Arianna was game for the adventurous life, and yearned to rediscover our isolation once again. We stood there in a dusty lane of Sacramento, preparing to depart. We faced our friends the Pentons, not knowing when or even if we might ever see them again. The ladies hugged, brushing back their tears. Arianna and I hugged little Henrietta, who was such a delightful youngster. I shook Bob's hand, and we both held the grip for a long while. "This is it, old chum," said I, "You have my unending gratitude for all you've done for us. I only hope to repay you someday." "Bah," said Bob, "You know of my own debt to you, which is hardly repaid. I would gladly do more if you would allow it! We could send you along at least partway by stagecoach." "Ah, but then we would not be true 'pioneers,' would we?" I replied. "We will meet again, Bill Gillingham. And before too long, I should think," predicted Bob. Then he turned to his wife, and nudged her, adding, "Go on, tell them, honey!" Millie looked abashed, the blush rising to her cheeks, and then, regarding Arianna, confided, "Henrietta will soon become a big sister!" Congratulations circled all about, as Arianna hugged Millie again, and I shook Robert's hand, patting him on the back. Millie was not far along with child, so it was still to soon to tell, but I knew they both had long hoped for a son, to carry on the family name. We then entered our wagon, waved goodbye to our friends, and set out to begin our long trek down the wagon trail. The trail was long, winding through the gold fields of the California hills. After several days travel, we left behind the last outpost of civilization and were at last upon the lonely road east. We rolled along the long trail, days without number in the hot summer sun, occasionally passing wagons headed west. Day after featureless day passed in this manner, without event, and night after night, we collapsed exhausted, from the hot sun and the rigors of the trail. It was quite an ordeal, especially for Arianna, who hated the dusty heat, and yearned for cool places. We then wished we had availed ourselves of Bob's offer of a stagecoach. Nevertheless, we pressed forward. We wiled away the hours recalling pleasant times upon Our Isle. We reminisced with tales of nude frolic in our tropical paradise, where we would lavish our tender parts with our mouths, and clutch our bare flesh against one another. In this way would we titillate each another and thus pass the hours under the relentless beating of the sun. Many times, such erotic talk would inspire us to lovemaking, and we would park the wagon for a time of coupling. But more often, we satisfied ourselves simply with arousing talk alone, for the heat would be stifling and the dust made a paste in our mouths, thirst dulling our amorous inclinations, our dwindling water supply to be conserved. The sun beat down upon the brown landscape, and we increasingly regretted the loss of the verdant shade of Our Isle. Arianna would dress in the lightest clothing, often only in a sheer camisole to endure the fierce heat of the sun. At other times, she would lay altogether nude atop our bed in the shade of the wagon. Only on those rare occasions when we encountered a passing wagon did Arianna dress fully. It was thus my special joy to at least observe my wife's supple form as we trundled along the dusty road. Finally, the trail drew near a river and followed therealong. We sighted the river from afar, and it seemed as though we would never arrive at its bank, so eager were we to obtain the cool waters. Watering our horses and ourselves, we continued along the trail the remainder of that day. The moon was old, and we knew we had no light by which to travel in the cool of the night. So as the day drew down, we located our wagon at a bend in the river where the water had collected into a deep pool. It was an especially beautiful evening as we dined along the riverbank. We pitched a blanket upon the soft grass growing thereby, removed the hot boots from our feet, and partook of a small meal from our foodstores. The sun was going down with a brilliant rosy color, painting the entire desert with dazzling shades of red and pink. It was as though we resided within a world of fuscias, the light of which also colored the gorgeous face of my wife. "Look about, my beloved," spoke I to Arianna. "The entire world is the color of the flowers that you wore in your hair upon Our Isle." My wife did not reply, but leaned upon one arm, staring at me with her dazzling eyes, the corners of her lips turned upwards in her familiar inviting, sultry smile. In that crimson glow, her emerald eyes appeared as the hot embers of a fire, and smoldered with a most intense blaze. It had been a long time since we had last coupled, the longest abstinence of our entire marriage, as we labored wearily along the trail under the stifling rays of the sun. Arianna's look silently spoke of long anticipation and pent-up sexual impulse. Without another word, I moved next to my wife, kneeling before her, utterly fascinated by the rosy cast upon her complexion, and the fiery glow that scintillated from her gorgeous eyes. I gently brushed my lips against Arianna's, planting soft pecks on her mouth, again and again, our eyes remaining open and our gaze unbroken. So beautiful are Arianna's eyes, particularly from such close proximity. We remained there for a time, kissing each other's lips and staring into one another's eyes, our hearts pounding and our breaths heaving with each gentle osculation. Taking Arianna gently about her slender waist, I drew her close, pressing her full breasts against my chest. Our eyes remained locked as our lips parted, and the tips of our tongues glided softly into contact. Slowly did our tongue-tips circle about as our pulses raced faster. My hands slid along Arianna's back, upon the loose cotton fabric of her peasant blouse. My hands explored around the neck and short sleeves of the blouse, held in place where their frills were gathered with a drawstring. Feeling her firm flesh under the thin cloth, my hands found the frill at the bottom of the blouse, at her waist. I loosened that drawstring, and sneaked my hands under the blouse, upon her bare back. Arianna shut her lovely eyes as a muffled groan escaped through her nose, though our lips remained locked. When she opened them again, her gorgeous eyes were lit with an internal fire. Our tongues slathered about as we stared once more into each other's eyes. My hands glided along the soft flesh of her back, as her hands cupped my face, her gentle whimpers smothered by my own mouth. Now our tongues slithered furiously about, as two snakes intertwined, and my hands drew forward from her back, encountering the sides of her plump breasts. This contact was as an electric surge, and Arianna's mouth pulled away from mine with a pop. We stood there, my own heartbeat loud in my ears, as my hands fully engulfed the weight my wife's teats under her blouse. Our mutual breathing was heavy as my wife silently mouthed some words. Though I could not hear her speech, I understood that she was feeling the familiar sensations in her breasts that accompanied their imminent swelling. Brought on by our intense mutual arousal, this was to be the third time her breasts would expand since leaving Our Isle, without the influence of the love melon. I slid my hands to the front of Arianna's full breasts, removing the firm mounds from under the blouse, so that my palms cupped her plum-sized nipples. Arianna moaned loudly at this touch, and her lovely head snapped backwards, sending all afly her beautiful sandy-brown mane. I caressed her supple mounds of flesh with my fingers, squeezing the firm spheres and pinching her soft, rosaceous nipples. Then Arianna quickly worked the buttons of my shirt, sliding the suspenders from my shoulders. When my shirt was opened, I pressed her plump orbs against my bare chest, the heat of her soft paps searing against my flesh. My hands slid up her back, lifting the blouse upwards. Arianna raised her arms to allow the blouse to slip free from her head. She shook her tresses all around as her blouse came away, so that her massive bosom bounced and jiggled all about, the tender tips of her nipples quivering with this motion. Arianna then pulled my own shirt off my shoulders. Now we were both naked from the waist up, and I grabbed my vivacious Arianna and drew her soft body once more against myself. The creamy, pliant watermelons of her teats mashed against my chest as our tongues explored each other's mouths. My hands caressed each portion of Arianna's nude back as they made their way down upon her plump bottom, still covered by her long skirt. Moving a hand to her side, I undid the buttons holding her skirt at her waist, so that the skirt fell to her knees. Arianna worked the buttons on my fly, first the top button, so that the head of my rigid cock was revealed, and then each button therebelow, so that the thick shaft was further exposed. Arianna slid the breeches over my own hips, so that we both had our garments about our knees. My heart pounded loudly in my ears as I beheld my wife's nude flesh, painted shades of pink by the evening sun, causing my cock to stand straight up and throb as though it would burst. How the lovely curves of Arianna's firm teats did extend round before the sides of her arms, and followed down over her belly, reaching to her hips. So far did the voluminous orbs project forward from her person that the soft paps of her nipples nearly brushed against me, though her shoulders were set a distance far back. Arianna looked deeply into my eyes with her own radiant jewels as her soft fingers stroked my engorged member. So tender was the swollen phallus that I feared it would disgorge its load of seed right then. So overwhelming was the maddeningly erotic sensation as Arianna's fingertips stroked back and forth along the rigid shaft! In that moment was I overcome, and fell to one side upon the ground. As I lay prone under this sensual stroking, Arianna seized the opportunity to liberate my breeches from my legs, tugging the garment off the ends of my feet. Pulling one leg free from her skirt and then the other, Arianna was then as naked as me. My wife then crawled atop me so that her legs straddled my hips, her juicy nethers pressed against my cock. Such a lovely sight did she make, her skin painted pink by the sun's evening rays, her beautiful head framed against the deep blue sky of evening, her luscious teats bouncing and quivering at her hips with every tiny movement. Arianna gasped, her head tossing back again, as her breasts trembled, quaking as if a stampede of horses shook the ground. Loud groans escaped her lips as her teats swelled, increasing in diameter and lowering down below her hips. So quickly did the wondrous orbs enlarge! Arianna was crying and whimpering piteously, in mingled pleasure and pain, her hands flaying about at her face and head, as if she knew not how to respond to the overwhelming orgiastic sensation. I reached up and clutched at the swelling mounds of flesh, pressing them close between so that her roseate nipples protruded forth. Arianna screamed as I kneaded the pliant masses, seeming as though to lose her head as the supple flesh expanded. She placed her hands upon my own to compress her pliant teats even further, causing the sensual spheres extrude forward, the soft paps of her nipples inflating, from plum-sized to the size of an apple. I gazed in ongoing wonder as Arianna's smooth areoles increased in diameter, from six inches to seven, then eight, as her pink nipples expanded. Her great mountains of tender flesh grew heavy in my hands, as the flesh flowed between my spread fingers, as dough in the hands of a baker. I worked and plied Arianna's supple breasts with my hands, squeezing them and pressing them up and down and all around as they sagged over the sides of my hands. Such a wonder it is as Arianna's sensual mounds fill and expand, firm orbs of concupiscent delight, true marvels of feminine beauty, for my eyes only to behold, for my hands only to squeeze and fondle, and my lips and tongue only to suckle. Such an exquisite female specimen, Arianna is my own sole treasure, a bounty that I share with no man, whose priceless charms are possessed by me alone. Arianna was nearly out of her head as her bosom swelled and grew, loud moans and gasps of orgiastic pleasure flying forth as I fondled her expanding teats and pinched her swollen nipples. Arianna swiveled her hips all about my engorged cock, swirling around the moisture that oozed from her secret place, so that my member was verily coated with the juice of her sweetest folds. Sitting up to face my wife, I held Arianna's massive teats before my face, and in the cool of the evening, I could feel the heat from her enlarged nipples radiate upon my face, as the hot embers of a fire. Arianna seemed delirious with her sensual reverie, as she wriggled about upon my cock, moaning and groaning. She looked at me with her dazzling eyes, and quietly mumbled some words... "Oh... the heat... the burning heat! Oh, William.... I entreat you, My King.... oh....." I compressed the luscious spheres together so that the twin apples of her paps were beside each other. At this, streams of sweet milk squirted from each nipple into my face, drops collecting and dripping from many places upon the ends of the soft buds. I opened my mouth fully upon the delightful buds, sucking them both into my mouth. Arianna's entire form convulsed as my mouth extinguished the fervent heat of her nipples, and her whimpering moans became stammered as she was overcome afresh with erotic sensation. Upon my first suckle, her teats immediately let down twin streams of pent-up lactation, which surged forth as a deluge from a dam bursting. I nearly choked on the torrent of sweet milk that spewed forth from my wife's breasts. So hard did I suckle thereupon, and so great was the effort required to gulp down the gushing creamy flow. Arianna's entire form went limp as I suckled down her warm sweetness, and I feared she might have lost consciousness. I reclined upon my back so that Arianna's enormous udders were mashed upon my face, and Arianna's body collapsed against my own. Her face laying upon my shoulder, Arianna's thick tresses were piled up along either side of my head as I suckled the sweet cream from her nipples. Her tremendous teats continued to inflate in my hands, even as I drained the lactation therefrom. I could feel the mammoth orbs squeezing out from the sides between my face and Arianna's body as I lay there suckling upon her soft nipples, which swelled within my mouth as I drew forth her sweet goodness. With each gulp of my wife's sweet milk, my own member grew evermore taut, and swelled to an even greater length and girth. My throbbing cock was pressed firmly against Arianna as she lay relaxed upon me, extending from her juicy nethers and upwards upon her soft belly. While she lay there still upon me, I rubbed by pulsating member back and forth against her delightful flowers. Arianna now stirred, and spoke softly to me: "Oh William.... oh, my wonderful man, William.... oh, how I love you... ohhhh...." Arianna made to rise, placing her palms upon my shoulders, and raising her own shoulders, but her massive teats remained flopped upon my face, so large had they swollen. Sitting up, her wondrous spheres pulled away from my mouth and dragged over my chest, dribbling gentle squirts of cream from each lovely nipple that smeared a trail onto my chest. Arianna's enormous breasts rested oblate upon my belly as she straddled my hips. They had again become bushel-sized, each nearly two feet in diameter, and her nipples were once more as rosy oranges, from which streamed twin cascades of milk. Arianna smiled lovingly at me as she loomed over my form, and raised a heavy teat to her face, placing her nipple to her own lips, and suckling a mouthful of her sweet milk for herself. She lowered that breast and raised the other to her mouth, swigging a draught from that one as well, a beaming smile about her countenance. With this action, both teats ceased their leaking, and Arianna beamed at me with another bright smile. I had never before seen my wife suckle at her own teats, and I found this sight tremendously arousing, nearly as enticing as sucking upon the swollen teats myself. Arianna slid her beslimed mounds down from my crotch and onto my legs, and rested her mammoth mammaries upon my thighs. As her sweet pussy moved free from my crotch, my cock stood straight up, wobbling before Arianna's face. The thick shaft had swelled to two spans in length, and over two inches in girth, the cock's head the size of a lemon. Arianna grinned at me with a big grin, and without taking her dazzling eyes from my own, swallowed the gigantic member into her mouth. Arianna's head slid up and down upon the thick trunk, as she gazed up at me with a look of love, her lips wrapped wide around the swollen cock. Tenderly did her lips caress the pulsating shaft, as her tongue circled around the head, under the hood, and tickling along at the opening, and forcing her tongue down into the hole therewith. My legs trembled and jerked at her erotic stimulation upon my member. From the corner of my eye, I espied the sun sinking to the horizon as my loving wife tenderly slurped upon my thick phallus with her lips and tongue. Arianna's enormous teats rested upon my thighs as she suckled upon my cock. How soft did the creamy globes feel as they rolled about against my flesh, as my wife slathered her mouth tenderly upon my engorged cock. I reached down and grasped the swollen nipples, caressing the full paps in my hands, evoking moans and stuttered gasps from Arianna, muffled by the thick tube stuffed within her mouth. Up and down did Arianna's head bob upon my cock, as she gripped the wet member with her soft fingers. So quickly did her head bounce upon my manhood, so tender and full of sensation was the thick tube of meat following our long abstinence on the trail, that I thought the seed would imminently explode as a geyser. But so aroused was Arianna simply from sucking upon my cock that she whined and whimpered loudly upon the wide tube of flesh that filled her mouth, through muffled gasps and groans. As her symphony of fellation approached its crescendo, Arianna arched her back, throwing back her head, so that her sandy-golden mane flew all about, the mammoth orbs of her teats flying forward and hanging momentarily in space above my chest, her hands remaining clutched upon my throbbing cock! "Oh, William! Oh, I love you so much, my mighty man! Oh! Oh, my pussy!" did my beautiful wife cry, sounding nearly hysterical with sexual anticipation. As her head flew back and her teats flew forward, in the same fluid motion, did Arianna raise her hips and drop them again directly atop my swollen cock, her soft hands guiding the rigid shaft into the sweetest folds of her secret place. Her hips descended upon mine with a heavy drop, my corpulent shaft filling her oozing furrow as her enormous breasts flopped hard upon my chest with twin slaps. "AAAAAIIIIIIIIEEEEE!!!!!" screamed Arianna as my huge cock was planted within her sweet garden. "AH! AH! AH! AH! AH!" panted Arianna, as her body lunged up and down upon my manhood, her wet pussy instantly squeezing off orgasm after orgasm with each stroke. Arianna's gigantic teats flopped all about, smacking hard upon my chest and raising again with each drive of her hips, the pink oranges of her nipples trembling and quivering, squirts and dribbles of milk spraying all about, and drops flying all around, upon my chest, shoulders and face. My cock felt as though it were growing ever more enormous with each lunge, and Arianna's screaming became louder and more frantic. The trembling was felt deep within, churning way down in my distended balls, where the seed was exuding and collecting. The trembling became a rumble that vibrated up the length of the throbbing member, within the oozing moistness of her sweetest place. The rumble drew to an internal shudder with each lunge upon the mighty trunk, and then, the floodgates opened within, and an inundation of semen gushed forth, rushing from my balls, inwardly along the thick tube, to the head of my cock, and into my Arianna's nethers. How did my wife scream and groan as her pussy filled with the flood of ejaculate! How did her head fly back, so that I feared her neck might snap! How did she circle and swirl her hips all about as the gushes tapered down, so that the great torrent of seed did ooze out therefrom and drip along the sides of my hips, and collect upon my belly. Arianna's now-exhausted form collapsed limply upon mine, so that her gigantic teats flopped to either side of my chest. The last rays of the sun vanished below the horizon as we lay there along the riverbank. I turned my head aside and the horses were looking at us with a puzzled expression, as if trying to comprehend what they had just witnessed! As the desert air drew cool with the evening, we enjoyed the soothing warm afterglow that follows coitus, amidst the bright, orange afterglow of twilight. I grasped my wife in my arms and rolled us both over, so that we rolled off the bank and into the waters of the river, running warm from the hot desert day just ended. There did we wash one another's bodies in the clear stream, removing the fluids of love from our parts, along with the dust from the long trail. There did we lay as twilight deepened to a sapphire blue, the nude form of my luscious Arianna curled up in my lap, her enormous breasts inclined against my chest. As night fell, we crawled up into our wagon, and clasped our nude bodies close, snuggling under our warm covers as we drifted off into sleep. We awoke as the sun's rays brightened into the following morning. Our parts had again returned to their normal sizes, and we donned our clothing, quickly broke our fast, and soon returned to the trail. It will be a long haul down this hot, dusty road, but if we continue, we can hope to arrive at the Stoney Mountains before many more weeks pass. We can hide ourselves therewithin, making a home that none of the Queen's men could ever locate, and to do so well ahead of the snows of winter. We now commence again our journey to the headwaters of the River Colorado. ************************ As we all know, my grandparents did indeed find their way into the "Stoney Mountains." There they remained secluded for so many years that few white men even knew they lived there, and thus became the forgotten pioneers of the state of Colorado. They did indeed live in their times, and benefitted financially from the rising fortunes of that territory, becoming quite wealthy in the process. Wealth never meant a thing to Grandma Annie and Grandpa Bill. As joyful and loving as they were to their children and grandchildren, we knew they yearned for something they had lost, something that money could not buy. Grandma Annie would often gaze out over the mountains with a tear in her eye. I knew that their heart's desire was to regain that lost something, though they never said exactly what. After reading their journals, I can surmise that perhaps they simply wished to reclaim their privacy, to maybe find another Isle, so that they could again exchange their love freely as they had done in their youth. Perhaps this is why they disappeared following their trip to England so many years ago? Oh, how I miss my grandmother! How I would love to see her again, to tell her of my life, and my own love shared with my beloved husband James! I would so love to tell her how the whole family has been inspired by their example, and how the magic melon brought such joy and fulfillment to our own marriage, and to so many others in our family. By now, my grandparents would both have been over a hundred years old, and I am certain that I will never see them again. But if I had any single unrequited hope of my own, it would be to somehow, some way, speak to my Grandma Annie just one more time in this life. - Mabel Gillingham Penton, March 23, 1928