Chapter 1
Melinda Manning removed her baby blue bathrobe and hung it on the hook behind the bathroom door.
She sighed and looked at herself in the full-length mirror there.
She could tell that she was an extraordinarily beautiful woman.
She knew her looks had nothing to do with her husband's boredom.
It had to be her attitude. She was only nineteen and she couldn't help but feel the best years of her life were already behind her.
Harold Manning had been her high school sweetheart, and she had married him only three weeks after graduation.
Just when Melinda's girlfriends were going away to college and having REAL fun, Melinda found herself a housewife, working part time at the supermarket.
Harold had gotten a good job with Kodak, so they had enough money.
They lived in a nice house on Maple Street in the town of Scottsville.
They had gotten enough money from the wedding to furnish it nicely.
But Melinda was not happy. She felt as if she had thrown her life away by marrying at such a young age.
She had been married only a year and she knew Harold was not as excited by her sexually as he once was.
She knew he was having an affair, and this made her very depressed.
He would call up three days a week and say he had to work late.
But when he got home there was a vague odor of perfume about him.
He often looked disheveled, and he was never interested in sex on those nights.
Melinda assumed correctly that he had picked up a little chippie at the office.
She wondered what the little tramp had that she didn't have.
Melinda knew that if she was going to save her marriage, she would have to find a way to make herself more exciting for Harold.
It was a Thursday night in the town of Scottsville, and Melinda's husband would not be home till late.
Melinda was very horny, and she knew Harold would not be willing to satisfy her by the time he got home.
She decided to take a long shower and masturbate.
She figured a couple of hard comes would take the edge off of both her horniness and her despair.
She looked at herself in the full-length mirror on the back of the bathroom door and gave herself a naughty grin.
Sometimes she thought she should get revenge on Harold by fucking other guys.
She knew that she could have any guy in town she wanted.
Ever since she was fifteen she had known that she was very attractive to men.
But she was shy, and she had her doubts about her courage.
She could plan and scheme to have an affair, but she figured she would just end up chickening out in the end.
Melinda's hair was black as coal, and hung down over her shoulders and in between her shoulder blades.
Her hair was thick and wavy. It spilled down over her bare skin with the grace of a finely written poem.
She looked at her face. She had the face of an angel.
Her eyes were big and dark brown. They danced when she was happy.
Her eyelashes were very long. They licked at her cheekbones whenever she blinked.
Her skin was smooth and soft. Her nose was a tiny button that turned up a little at the end.
She was a petite woman, standing only a fraction of an inch over five feet.
She was built on a small frame and weighed only ninety-five pounds, even when she was soaking wet.
Her mouth was small but her lips were full and sensuous.
She had, what the men in Scottsville called, pouting lips.
When she was in high school it had been said that Melinda had the kind of lips that made her look like she needed to be kissed badly. Those lips were cherry red, even though she never wore lipstick.
Melinda never wore any make-up at all. She thought make-up was like wearing a mask.
Even without anything to enhance her features, she remained a remarkably beautiful woman.
In spite of her tiny torso, Melinda had extraordinarily large breasts.
Her tits would have been big on any woman, but they were exceptional for a girl of her height and weight.
In spite of her breasts' size, they stuck out straight from her chest.
They rode high and were so firm that they didn't sag an inch.
Her tits were a little pointy at the tips, and Melinda had never worn a bra in her entire life.
Melinda shuddered at the thought of wearing a bra.
Such a thing seemed like putting her tits in bondage.
Her tits lifted and separated naturally, and her nipples pointed slightly upward.
Melinda knew that it would take more than the force of gravity to make her humongous tits droop.
She knew that it would be many years before she would have to worry about her figure dropping. There would be no bras in Melinda's dresser drawers for some time to come.
Her nipples were large also, and they became hard and erect whenever she was sexually aroused.
At that moment her nipples were not only stiff, but they were aching with a desire to be stroked.
She liked to pinch and pull at her nipples whenever she masturbated.
Melinda's waist was very slim, but her hips were round and high.
She had a perfect hourglass figure that she knew drove men wild.
She had the kind of ass that looked spectacular crammed into a pair of tight jeans.
She liked to wear her jeans so tight that they looked like they had been spray painted on.
When Melinda walked she had a way of swinging her hips from side to side that men found very sexy.
For a long time Melinda had known that men enjoyed walking behind her.
She had seen men go out of their way, crossing the street, just so they could look at her butt as it swung back and forth.
Once she had heard a man describe her walk as jelly on springs.
Melinda would blush when she thought of it, but she had to admit that she swung her hips just a little bit more if she knew guys were looking at her.
She was too shy to flirt or make eye contact with men, but her ass sometimes became bold when she was strolling down the sidewalk.
Melinda's legs were very shapely. She had slim thighs and smooth knees.
Her ankles were slim also, and she had the kind of leg that looked great when she wore a pair of high heels.
Melinda's fingers were long and slim. She had long fingernails which she manicured carefully so that they were all exactly the same length.
She painted her fingernails a deep red color, which she thought went very well with her olive complexion.
Her feet were tiny. Her toes were chubby and cute.
Her small round toenails were painted the same color as her fingernails.
Melinda knew that she looked very good in open-toed shoes.
Melinda looked at herself naked in the mirror. She had a tiny pubic patch that grew just above the pink slit of her cunt.
Her pubic patch was pitch black and was a perfect inverted triangle.
One would have thought that she shaved and trimmed her pubies to make that patch grow so neatly.
But Melinda knew that that was just the way it grew naturally.
Melinda had known for some time that she had less pubic hair than most women.
She discovered, when taking gym with the other girls while in high school, that most of them had hair growing on either side of their outer cunt lips, and also between the cheeks of their ass.
But Melinda only had the tiny patch just above her clitoris.
Her outer labia were bald and pink, and she didn't have a single hair growing between her globular buttocks.
Melinda was a little sad, being a married women who had to masturbate because her husband grown weary of her.
But she was very horny, and she knew that she would never be able to relax until she gave herself a couple of orgasms.
She placed her hands under her big breasts and pushed them upward.
She heard herself let out a small moan from the back of her throat.
She could feel her cunt throb as she touched her tits gingerly.
She could feel the blood pumping down her body to her private parts.
Her pussy flesh was swelling as it became fully engorged with blood.
When her cunt lips got all puffy, they ached and burned.
She could tell that her natural cunt lubrication was starting to flow.
She could feel her pussy getting all wet and slippery.
Sometimes her cunt juices flowed so freely that they spilled right out of her hole.
If she were lying on her back, her sex honey would drip out of the base of her cunt into the crack of her ass.
If she were standing up, that thick sweet juice would spill onto the insides of her smooth slim thighs.
Melinda knew that she would probably not be so shy around men if she had had more varied sexual experiences.
Harold was the only man who had ever fucked Melinda.
And he hadn't gotten his cock up her cunt until his wedding night.
Wedding night cherry poppings are rare in this day and age, and Melinda thought that Harold would like the idea of being her first cock.
But he had been a little annoyed at the prospect of having to teach her how to do everything.
Melinda should have figured right then and there that he was the kind of guy who liked to gather notches on his bedpost.
He seemed to know everything there was to know about sex.
Melinda should have suspected that he had been fucking other girls, even while he was going out with her.
But Melinda had been naive, and she loved Harold.
She still loved Harold, in spite of the way he mistreated her.
Melinda moved her hands so that she was gripping her tits.
She could feel her erect nipples pressing into the centers of her palms.
She spread her fingers as far apart as she could.
Her tits were so big she couldn't hold them all at the same time.
She gave her breasts three sharp squeezes, and groaned deeply.
She could feel the ache in her lower abdomen growing in leaps and bounds.
Her clit was hard and erect also at the top of her pussy slit.
That love button was pushing up and out from under the flesh sheath that usually all but covered it.
She held her breasts firmly and moved them in slow circles.
She arched her back sharply and threw back her head.
She was looking at the ceiling of the bathroom, her lips puffy.
Her lips were slightly parted and they were moving as if she were kissing an invisible lover.
Her tongue flicked out of her mouth every once in a while and moistened those full pouting lips.
She stood with her feet a little more than shoulder width apart, and bent slightly at the knees.
She pressed her breasts together so that her cleavage was long and deep.
Then she pulled her breasts far apart and heard herself make a gurgling sound in the back of her throat.
She removed her palms from her breasts and concentrated her attention solely on her erect nipples.
She could feel her gland secreting more cunt juice, and that juice was just about to spill from the base of her pussy onto the insides of her thighs.
She rolled "her fingertips gently over her hard nipples.
She could hear her heart start to beat faster as she did that.
Her heart was pounding so hard it was threatening to beat right out of her chest.
Her knees were starting to shake, and Melinda could tell that she would have to get into the bathtub before long.
She wasn't sure how much longer her legs would be able to support her weight.
When she became very sexually aroused, her knees felt as if they were made of hot jelly.
Melinda got her nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
She rolled those fingertips over the nipples before pinching lightly at them.
She was breathing very hard, and she found it difficult to fill her lungs with air.
Her breaths were short and sharp, and she was making tiny moans each time she exhaled, which was frequently.
She pinched her nipples so hard that it hurt a little bit.
Melinda had know for a long time that she enjoyed a little pain with her pleasure when it came to sex.
She liked fucking Harold best when he rough and nasty.
She even enjoyed being spanked, and sometimes he hit her buttocks when he was fucking her doggie style, and this made Melinda go wild with passion.
She didn't care for the sore bruises the next day, but during the lustful moment it was blissful.
Melinda didn't know what it was about pain that made her sex better. '
It was as if the pain was translated into pleasure by the time it got to the top of her spine into her brain.
The pain and the pleasure seemed to mix. The pain accented the pleasure.
They merged to form a new sensation that didn't have a name.
But she would become tremendously orgasmic when that happened.
Melinda could feel her skin all over her body becoming slick with perspiration.
The muscles in her legs became taut as she pinched harder and harder at her swollen nipple flesh.
Her mouth fell further open, and she pulled on her nipples, stretching them out from the tips of her tits.
She did this until the skin around each nipple was drawn tight.
She then allowed them to snap back into place, and admired how big they had grown.
As she played with her nipples she had to hold her fingers at odd angles so that her long fingernails would not get in the way.
Her cunt was aching so badly she knew that she had to get in the tub.
Melinda removed her fingers from her nipples and walked naked to the side of the tub.
She had to walk a little funny because her cunt was so swollen and wet.
Her clitoris was quivering at the top of her pussy slit demanding to be stroked.
Melinda knew that she could bring herself to orgasm very quickly if she diddled that clitoris.
If she were in a hurry she could give herself an orgasm in under two minutes.
But when Melinda had some time to kill, such as on lonely weeknights when Harold was out fucking some bimbo, she liked to take her time when masturbating.
She liked to explore her body, caress every erogenous zone she could find.
Melinda had always thought that the concept of 'erogenous zone" was a falsehood.
She knew that there were parts of her body that were more sensitive than others.
There were parts of her body that seemed to be linked directly to her cunt.
But when she was really aroused her whole body became an erogenous zone.
Her skin was the erogenous zone, and she liked to touch herself all over.
She liked to explore all of her own nooks and crannies.
She liked to experiment with her own ability to give herself pleasure.
Her own capability for physical enjoyment was a never ending source of amazement for the black-haired nineteen year old.
Melinda drew back the shower curtain enough to reach in to the faucets.
She turned on the bath water and adjusted the temperature until it was just short of scalding.
Immediately steam came pouring out from behind the plastic curtain.
The mirror above the sink in front of the medicine cabinet, as well as the full length mirror on the back of the bathroom door, immediately began to fog over from the steam.
She then turned the knob between the hot and cold water handles to turn on the shower.
She stepped into the needles of hot spray and pulled the shower curtain closed behind her.
She made sure that the shower curtain was inside the tub so she wouldn't get any water on the bathroom floor.
She soaked her hair and felt the spray falling onto her big tits.
Her knees still felt weak so the second she was wet all over she got on her back on the bottom of the tub.
She opened her thighs so that her knees were pressed against the white porcelain on the sides of the tub.
She raised her knees up in the air a little bit and placed her feet on the end of the tub below the faucets.
She leaned back so that the back of her head was resting on the sloping end of the bathtub.
The water was beating down over her belly and tits, and Melinda decided she was going to see how long she could keep herself at the very edge of orgasm before allowing herself the sexual release of a wrenching come.
Melinda ran the tips of her fingernails down the flat plain of her belly.
It was the middle of the summer and Melinda was quite tanned.
She wore a tiny black string bikini when she sunbathed.
Her skin was lighter on her tits and around her ass and cunt.
By the end of the summer her skin would be near-black from the sun.
She ran the fingernail on her right forefinger around her navel.
She then dipped that nail into her belly button, since she had an innie, and it felt a lot better than she thought it was going to.
She closed her eyes and concentrated solely on the pleasure she was giving herself.
She touched her abdomen gently and heard herself make a sound that was half grunt and half cough.
Her clit was so swollen at that point that it felt as if it would pop right out of her pussy slit.
She ran her fingers down her abdomen until she got to the top of her pubic patch.
She scratched herself there for a moment, and then tugged on individual hairs, moaning each time she did this.
She twirled a lock of her pubic hair gently around her forefinger.
She couldn't help but giggle because this reminded her of gathering black spaghetti on a fork.
She wanted to dip her fingers into her honey pot right then and there.
But she fought back the urge, and instead placed her fingernails on the insides of her thighs, way up near her knees.
She raked her nails gently down her smooth slim thighs until she almost touched the outer lips of her cunt.
But she stopped short and repeated this process several times.
She could feel the sexual tingling spreading to her buttocks.
Melinda was aching between the cheeks of her ass, and that ache seemed to be centered around her ass-hole.
Melinda had never experienced anal intercourse. She wanted to very much.
She had never had anything shoved up her butt, but she just knew that it would feel spectacular.
She had built up her courage and asked Harold to fuck her ass once.
But the man had slapped her across the face and had scolded her.
Her told her that only whores did things like that. It was dirty and disgusting, and he didn't ever want her to mention it again.
Melinda had felt ashamed. She bet that he would fuck one of his little girlfriends up the ass if she wanted him to.
But she was his wife. His little wifey. She had to be pure and chaste.
After all, she was going to be the mother of HIS children.
How could she please him sexually if he wasn't willing to let her experiment with her sexuality?
Melinda opened her eyes for a moment and saw that her cute chubby little toes were curled tightly under.
That was a sure fire symptom of sexual arousal.
Melinda wondered if every woman's toes did that when she was horny, or if that was a symptom unique to her.
Melinda slid down into the tub and placed the balls of her feet flat on the tiled wall in front of her.
She shifted her weight so that she was resting on the small of her back.
Her ass cheeks were exposed and available to her fingers.
She ran her fingernails lightly down the backs of her thighs and onto her sensitive buttocks.
Melinda didn't have a single callus on her buttocks. Her ass cheeks were just as soft and smooth as they were when she was a baby.
She scratched her fingernails across her ass cheeks and then gripped those globes of creamy flesh with her fingertips.
She kneaded the flesh there, and heard herself moaning louder.
She wanted to save her orgasm for a long time, but the tension she felt inside her cunt and in her clit was getting so intense it was almost unbearable.
Melinda parted her tender ass cheeks gently with her fingertips.
She separated her buttocks until the skin in the crack was stretched tight.
She could feel her ass-hole opening and closing a little as her sphincter went into spasms of anticipation.
Melinda thought she should get herself two dildos. One for her cunt and one for her ass.
She would want the one for her cunt to be long and thick, but the one for her ass would be shorter and tapered at the tip.
She wished that such devices of masturbation were not necessary, but her chances of getting laid a lot in the future were rapidly decreasing.
Melinda used the fingernail at the tip of her forefinger to gingerly explore the crack of her ass.
She heard herself gasp as she found her ass-hole with her finger.
She wished sometimes that her fingernails were not so long.
She wanted to plunge her fingers deep up her ass and satisfy the ache she felt up inside her bowels.
There was no doubt about it. If she couldn't get real cock, she would have to get some fake ones for moments such as this.
She turned her finger so she could get the fleshy part of her fingertip on her ass-hole.
She ran that finger in a small circle, caressing her sphincter muscle.
God, how she yearned to have that muscle pierced by a pole of stiff manhood.
She shuddered and the muscles in her thighs became very tense.
She could feel a fresh gush of cunt juices flow from her pussy.
The tension in her quim was too much to bear at that point.
She would have to let the ache in her ass go for the moment.
She had to give herself an orgasm. Her patience had run out.
She lowered her feet back down to the tub and parted her thighs with her knees in the air.
Her breasts heaved up and down as she panted like the wild animal she wanted so badly to become.
It was time to get down to the meat and potatoes!