Chapter 2
Melinda Manning lived in the tiny little village of Scottsville.
It was little more than a crossroads in Upstate New York.
It rested at the junction of the Genesee River and Oatka Creek.
Scottsville was ten miles south of Rochester where everyone in town went to work.
The town was surrounded by farm land, and had a rural air about it.
It was the sort of town where all of the houses were painted white with green trim.
All of the streets were lined with maple trees so that in the summer the streets looked like green tunnels.
Very few people ever moved to Scottsville, because very few people moved away to make room.
Houses were passed on from generation to generation rather than bought or sold.
It had been years since anyone had had to change a name on the mail box.
Everybody knew everybody by name, and it was near impossible to keep a secret.
Melinda remembered wanting to have sex very badly when she was in high school.
But she had always resisted the urge because her community was the sort of place where a girl could ruin her reputation with a single indiscretion. v
The boys she went to high school with were known as blabbermouths, and many a classmate had gotten a reputation for having "round heels' just by going all the way with a boy once on the lovers' lane down by the thruway.
So Melinda had stayed a virgin. In retrospect she figured it was a mistake.
If she had been sexually experienced, she suspected, she wouldn't have felt the need to get married so young.
She didn't even put out for Harold, and they had dated for close to two years.
She wondered if she had started getting laid younger she would be able to keep Harold at home more frequently.
But this was all water under the bridge, Melinda thought and there was no point in crying over spilt milk.
Melinda touched the outer lips of her cunt at the very base.
She shivered violently and she could feel her whole body becoming covered with goose flesh.
She could feel how swollen and wet her cunt flesh was.
She ran her fingertip in a slow circle, all around the outermost portions of her pussy. Her groans became deeper and louder.
Soon her groans of sexual tension seemed to be coming from the pit of her stomach.
The flesh was slippery, and her finger glided along easily.
She parted her outer cunt lips as far as she could with two fingers on her left hand and used the four finger on her right to explore the hypersensitive folds of flesh within.
She let out a sharp scream as she ran her fingertip lightly up and down the edges of her inner cunt lips.
Her inner lips protruded furthest from her cunt. When she was sexually aroused her inner labia hung down far enough to be visible, even when she was standing up.
Those lips were curled back at the edges so that she looked like a flower about to open in the springtime.
Melinda worked her finger between those lips and she could feel that she was a flash flood zone down there.
Every muscle in her body became taut with expectation as she began to penetrate her pussy with her finger, being very careful not to scratch herself with her long dark red fingernails.
Though Melinda did not know it, she had a truly amazing cunt.
Her cunt muscles were so well toned that she could squeeze down on her finger.
But the flesh down there was so elastic she could take Harold's long thick cock comfortably.
By contracting her inner cunt muscles she could suck her finger right up inside herself.
She turned her hand so that the palm was pointing upward, and screamed with pleasure as she pressed toward the top of her cunt and found the dimpled little entrance to her cervix.
She wiggled her finger around, stretching the swollen flesh in every possible way.
Melinda added a second finger, and her arousal became so intense that her back teeth clenched together.
Her eyes closed as tightly as they possibly could.
Her eyes were closed so tight that little lines ran from the corners of them to her temples.
Her face turned as red as a beet from the exertion of her masturbation.
She worked her fingers in and out of her cunt very slowly, but gradually picked up the pace as she went along.
As her cunt opened and lubed up, her fear of scratching herself with her fingernails diminished and she soon was thrusting into herself hard and fast.
With her other hand she ran her fingers through her tiny pubic patch to the top of her cooze.
She drew back the fleshy sheath above her clit so that her entire love button was exposed and available for her expert caressing.
Melinda knew that there was a lot more to her clit than just the little ball of hard flesh which quivered at the top of her slit.
This was just the tip of the proverbial iceberg.
The external portion of her clitoris was only a minor portion of the whole thing.
The organ actually sunk deep inside her abdomen, and included a complicated set of connected nerve-endings which were at least as big as a man's cock.
As she continued to thrust her fingers in and out of her wet cunt hole, she lightly touched her clit with the tip of her left forefinger.
She found it impossible to keep her hips still at this point.
She was gyrating her hips in a slow circle, and soon her whole wet body was writhing in the bottom of the bathtub.
When she touched her clit her hips bucked up wildly.
She let out a sharp scream. Since she was alone in the house she didn't have to worry about how much noise she made.
Melinda was, what is commonly known as, a screamer.
She found it impossible to be quiet and still when she was on the verge of pure molten ecstasy.
She felt as if there were a sack in her abdomen slowly filling up with warm water.
The sack was full and stretching, and when it broke she would have an explosive climax.
She dabbed at her clitoris again and again, never maintaining contact long enough to make herself come.
Sweat beads formed in a row across her forehead, which was creased from tension.
Those sweat beads ran down over her closed eyelids.
Her face was contorted from pleasure to the point where she no longer looked like herself.
Melinda normally looked sweet and innocent, naive and trusting.
At that moment she looked like a wanton beast, hungry for mancock.
Melinda knew that she could no longer deny herself the inevitable volcanic eruption. She put her finger ever so lightly on her clit once again.
And this time she left it there, feeling the spasms already inside her cunt.
As her pussy muscles contracted with impending climax, she could feel her cunt squeezing and pulling at her penetrating fingers.
She began to roll her clit as if it were a marble in oil.
Then the explosions really started, and she flicked her finger across her swollen clit as hard and fast as she could.
Into the world of bliss she traveled with amazing speed.
Her back teeth came unclenched and her jaw dropped.
Her mouth fell gaping open and she sucked air into her lungs noisily.
She let out a scream that made her sound as if she were in horrible pain.
She sounded as if she were auditioning for a part in a cheap horror movie.
It was blood-curdling scream that echoed against the tiled walls of the small upstairs bathroom.
The waves of joy started in her clit and filled her whole cunt.
She jammed three fingers into her cunt and left them there.
Ripples of pleasure soared up her spine into her reeling brain.
She could feel the bliss from her orgasm filling her entire body.
Even her scalp and her toes tingled from the effects of her come.
Time was slowed by the intensity of Melinda's orgasm.
Even though it only lasted a few seconds, it seemed as if it would go on forever.
Melinda continued to flick her finger across her clit until her orgasm was over.
There were a couple of post come spasms that made her whole body jerk.
Then all of the muscles in her body relaxed at the same time.
She emptied her lungs of air with a gush that made her cheeks puff out for a moment.
She sighed and felt the ecstasy of her orgasm being replaced by the hot contentment of her afterglow.
She lay perfectly still for a long time to catch her breath.
She listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal.
Then she finally managed to stand up and she washed her hair and body.
She paid special attention to her private parts, spending a long time soaping up her tits, her puss and her ass.
She rinsed and stepped out of the tub. Pulling a fluffy white bath towel from the rack, she patted herself dry and brushed her hair.
She slipped her baby blue bathrobe back on and made her way down to the living room to watch a little TV.
There was nothing to do except wait for Harold to get home.
She knew that he would have a sly little grin on his face when he got home.
He would say little and would go straight to bed, explaining that he had already eaten, and no, he wasn't in the mood to fool around.
Melinda watched TV for a couple of hours, generally bored by the low quality of the programming, then went upstairs to bed.
She had to get to sleep early because she started work at the supermarket at nine the next morning.
She fell asleep before Harold came home, and he was up and in the shower by the time she woke up in the morning.
There was no doubt about it. Melinda had to take some action quick.
She had to find a way to save her marriage before it crumbled in front of her eyes.
She had to find out why Harold needed to screw other women.
She couldn't figure out what he was getting from these floozies that she wouldn't be more than willing to give him all he needed of.
Melinda worked the morning shift at the supermarket in a daze.
Her mind was preoccupied and time moved like a turtle.
At noon she went to the diner across the street to have lunch with her friend Sally.
"What's the matter, Mindy?" Sally asked, taking a big bite of her club sandwich.
Sally was a cute little blonde who had a steady boyfriend but cheated on him.
She was a year older than Melinda, and Melinda thought of her as being very worldly.
"What do you mean?" Melinda asked, moving a piece of hard-boiled egg around on her salad plate with her fork.
"You haven't cracked a smile all day and now you're not eating. I think something is eating you," Sally said.
"I guess I can tell you Sally, but I don't want this going around."
"Mums the word, old buddy. Spill it. I promise my lips will be sealed."
"I think Harold is fooling around with other women. He says he works late three nights a week, but he doesn't get paid any overtime."
"Uh huh. A lot of men cheat on their wives. Sometimes it's because they're just rotten people, and sometimes it's just a phase they're going through."
"Yeah, I know. I wouldn't mind so much, except he never wants to have sex with me anymore. By the time he gets home he says he's too tired."
"Maybe he's found a little something that you can't give him."
"But what could it be. I know I'm naive, but I'm open for suggestion. I'd be willing to do anything to please him. After all, he's my husband."
"Maybe he doesn't know that. You were always a good girl. Maybe he-likes things that he can't imagine you doing."
"But how do I tell him. I ask him to be kinky with me but he just yells and calls me dirty names.'
"Look, Mindy, I can't help you, but I think I know who can," Sally said, a light bulb going on over her head.
"Who?" Melinda asked, her big brown eyes going wide.
"Let me see. There was an ad in this magazine for something that looked like it might be right up your alley."
Sally rummaged in her bag.
The blonde pulled out a women's magazine and paged through it quickly, humming a happy tune to herself as she did so.
It was one of those magazines that were designed to raise every woman's consciousness.
What it usually ended up doing was depressing women by giving them ideals so high they were afraid to even try to achieve them.
But it offered a good deal of escapism for the housewife, even if articles like "Have A Different Man For Each Night Of The Week" were a little out of most of its readers' scope.
"Here it is!" Sally said. She placed her fingernail near an ad at the bottom of a page near the back of the magazine. "Read this!"
Melinda looked at the ad and turned the corner of her mouth into an inward half-smile of amusement.
The ad said:
"HAVING TROUBLE SATISFYING YOUR MAN? Dr. MacIntyre Symms, renowned sexologist has developed a new surrogate therapy method guaranteed to make any woman a better lover. Frigid? Nervous? Husband cheating? This course is for you. Call 555-6969 for an appointment or come visit us. We have an office near you. We're in the book. Look under SYMMS CLINIC."
"I don't know, Sally," Melinda said with a little laugh. "This doesn't sound like my style. I don't understand how any doctor can teach me to please Harold."
"The doctor just supervises the program. You'll be assigned a hunky guy to do all of the teaching."
"Is that what surrogate means. They give me some guy to experiment with."
"It's all on the up and up, and I've heard that it doesn't cost an arm and a leg."
"Isn't it sort of like renting a male prostitute, Sally?"
"Put it down if you want, Mindy. It seems to me that you need help, and this looks just like the sort of thing that might make you feel better about yourself," Sally said, nibbling at the crust of her rye toast.
"Well, I'll think about it," Melinda said thoughtfully.
"Tear out the page and put it in your purse," Sally suggested.
"Are you sure it's okay?" Melinda said, tilting her head a little to one side.
"Fine. I already read the article about masturbating with fruits and vegetables from the crisper."
Melinda tore the page with the ad from the magazine out, folded it up into a tiny square and put it deep into her purse as if she were ashamed of it.
Melinda had a naughty little smile on her face.
"Atta girl," Sally said, and popped a piece of crust between her lips.
It wasn't until a week later, when things with Harold had not approved that Melinda pulled the ad out of the purse and looked up the number in the phone book.
Part of her wished that the clinic didn't have a Rochester office, but there it was, accompanied by a drawing of a man and a woman embracing.
With trembling fingers she dialed the number and made an appointment.
It was her day off and she set up the appointment for that very afternoon.
Melinda could feel a million butterflies flapping around in her belly as she got behind the wheel of her green Pinto Hatchback, and headed north up Scottsville Road to the clinic on the west side of Rochester.
She was relieved when she saw the building. It was a" new office building and looked very much like the place where she went to her dentist.
She kept telling herself that she was just going to see a doctor, and that there was nothing dirty about what she was doing.
Still, she couldn't help but think about what was going to happen to her.
If she agreed to go through with the program she would have to fuck some strange guy.
The thought both thrilled and frightened Melinda, but she had come this far and she wasn't going to back out.
She was very nervous as she entered the office and told the receptionist who she was.
She had saved some money from her job at the supermarket, and she had checked what the fees were for the therapy ahead of time to make sure she could afford it.
She didn't understand how they could maintain their business charging such cheap rates.
She took a seat in one of the easy chairs and read a brochure called, "Why some women can't come.'
In ten minutes a tall handsome man in a white coat appeared in the waiting room.
"Mrs. Manning?"
"Yes.'
"Come with me. My name is Dr. Shakey.
Bernard Shakey. I will be supervising your case."
Melinda smiled and she didn't feel as nervous as before.
Dr. Shakey had a kind face, and he was very good looking.
He stood well over six feet tall and his shoulders were very broad.
He had a heavily muscled chest, and his waist and hips were slim.
His thighs were muscled also, and Melinda realized that his thighs were bigger around than her waist.
His hair was dark brown, and there was some gray at the temple, which Melinda thought made him look very distinguished.
His eyes were deep and brown, and his jaw was broad and firm.
If she had to fuck a stranger, she was glad it was going to be Bernard Shakey.
She told herself to calm down. That she was jumping to conclusions.
The doctor led her to a little room at the end of the hall.
There was a desk, an easy chair, and an examination table.
Dr. Shakey locked the door behind them and looked up and down Melinda's shapely body.
His eyes had a look of lust in them. He was leering at her in a manner that Melinda did not find very professional.
' You are a beautiful woman, Mrs. Manning. I can't believe you have any problems with sex," he said, in a deep, most charming voice.
"It's my husband. He doesn't want to have sex with me anymore. I know that he's having an affair. Or maybe affairs."
"I see. He is a foolish man. But he will have sex with you whenever you desire by the time we are through. You must trust me completely, and I will teach you how to be a great lover. You will learn to serve your man, tend to his every need. And he will love you for it. Now please remove all of your clothes and stretch out on the table."
Melinda was used to taking her clothes off in front of doctors, so this didn't seem strange to her.
She could see that there were four posts at the corners of the examination table.
She wondered for a moment what they were for, but then started to remove her clothes.
Dr. Shakey gestured toward a closet where she could hang her things up.
She heard the doctor gasp as she bared her big breasts, and again she didn't think this proper for a doctor/patient relationship.
But she told herself that this was not going to be like any other medical experience she had ever had, so she would have to learn to accept things.
She supposed the man had been trained to react that way.
He was just getting Melinda to feel better about herself, she thought.
When she was naked she climbed up on the examination table and tried to relax.
Dr. Shakey placed his big hand on her breast and gave it a little squeeze.
Melinda could feel her nipple get erect and press into the center of his palm.
"You have beautiful breasts, Mrs. Manning. Really superb," Dr Shakey said.
Melinda could tell that the man was breathing hard, and that sound made her pussy start to lubricate itself.
She could feel her cunt flesh swelling and her clit protruding.
The ache in her abdomen returned, and her heartbeat quickened.
"Please open your legs, Mrs. Manning. I have to examine your vagina," Dr. Shakey said.
He was doing little to hide his passion at that point and he licked his lips slowly as she parted her thighs.
He ran his fingers lightly up the insides of her thighs and caressed her outer cunt lips.
He pried her inner cunt lips open and slipped a finger inside.
Melinda instinctively contracted her cunt muscles and squeezed his finger.
She let out a small gasp of pleasure as he began to wiggle his finger around.
"Does that feel good, Mrs. Manning?" Dr. Shakey asked.
"Yes, Doctor. I've never had any trouble orgasming."
"Uh huh. Uh huh," he said. Melinda had hoped that he would finger her to orgasm right then and there.
But instead he pulled his finger out and walked over to the sink in the corner of the tiny room and washed his hands with soap and hot water.
"You appear to be healthy in every way. Your vagina responds and is plenty tight enough to satisfy any penis.'
"I'm glad to hear that, Dr. Shakey. I think my problems are all from the neck up. I think it's my attitude, not my body that's the problem. Harold still thinks of me as the virgin he married. I get the impression that sometimes he's afraid to touch me for fear of breaking me.'
"I see, Mrs. Manning. Now just relax, and let me prepare something over here. The therapy session will be continue in a second."
The doctor's back was to Melinda and she couldn't see what he was doing.
She heard him rattling around with some bottles, and when he turned around he was holding a white towel in his right hand.
"Now just relax, Mrs. Manning," he said. "This isn't going to hurt one bit."
Melinda's eyes went wide as he brought that towel closer to her face.
Before she could react he had thrust the towel over her nose and mouth.
Melinda could tell that he had put some sort of chemical on the towel.
It smelled awful and she tried to hold her breath for as long as possible.
But soon she had to inhale, and when she did she felt herself get very dizzy.
She inhaled again, on the verge of panic, and everything went black.
She had no idea how long she was unconscious.
When she woke up she had to blink a couple of times before she could focus her big brown eyes.
She realized that she was still in the examination room, still naked, but something was different.
Her wrists were tied above her head to the two posts.
Her ankles were bound also to the posts at the foot of the examination table.
She was tied spread eagle and there was no way for her to get away.
She looked to one side and saw that the man had removed his clothes.
Dr. Shakey's cock was stiff and stood at attention in front of his hips.
"HELP! HELP! OH GOD! PLEASE SOMEONE HELP ME!" Melinda shouted at the top of her lungs.
Bernard Shakey just threw back his head and laughed at the girl.
"Go ahead and scream," he said nonchalantly. "I assure you that this little room is quite soundproof!"