Part One
Melissa laid sweating bullets atop her sheets. Although the all of the windows in the house were open, the July heat was unbearable without air conditioning.
The air in the bedroom hung around her like a hot, damp curtain. A small window fan whirred at top speed, but it did about as much good as batting the ocean back with a tennis racket.
Twisting and writhing in her own sweat, she fought to get comfortable on a bed that felt more like a torture board. Glancing at the small clock on her nightstand for the umpteenth time, she saw that it was now 3 a.m.
Apparently, it was to be another sleepless night.
In resignation, she pushed herself out of bed and stood up. Crossing the room, she stopped in front of the cheap, full-length mirror hanging from the back of the closet door and stood naked before it. At just over seven months pregnant, she's stopped pretending. Running her hands gently over her swollen belly, she realized that she'd probably never regain her voluptuous form again.
At just five-foot-two, she'd once possessed an hourglass figure. Lifting her heavy breasts in the mirror, she was still proud of them; they'd swelled to an E cup from their former D status. She hoped they would stay at that size after pregnancy, but she doubted it.
Her fingers curled through the dark brown tresses that framed her face, before dropping to her shoulders, and finally coming to rest at the small of her back. She loved her hair. Besides her breasts, it was her best asset.
The rest of her was a different story.
It wasn't that she resented the baby growing inside of her; pushing her outwards in every direction...she did not. She was, in fact, excited about the prospect of being a mother; even though her pregnancy had been an accident and the father had disappeared from her life five minutes after she told him...as did the other men in her life.
Maybe it was her own vanity she thought; turning her nude form in the mirror, but the idea that she now felt ugly and unattractive was heartbreaking for her. It was very hard to deal with.
Her raging hormones didn't make it any easier. They'd suddenly begun racing out of control a few weeks ago, and she found herself hornier than she'd ever been.
With no men in her life, she masturbated like crazy...but it was never enough. She just couldn't satisfy the endless cravings for sexual pleasure that pegged her night and day.
Of course, while some days were better than others, increasingly, nights were total hell. She would lay in bed and rub herself to orgasm, over and over...sometimes several times in a row, only to find the fire starting all over again, and spreading throughout her whole being.
She wanted...no, needed...to cum constantly.
It was getting out of hand.
And the fantasies plaguing her mind were sheer torture. At times, she'd find herself somewhere in public, standing in line at the grocery store for example, fantasizing about the men around her. She'd see them naked and hard in her mind's eye, lined up, while she lay completely naked in front of them...waiting to ravish her over and over again. The fantasies kept pace with her rising sexual fervor...and she found herself lost in sexual fantasy more than in reality on some days.
Once, she even had to run out of the store to the safety of her car in embarrassment, after discovering that she'd cum all over herself in the produce section, after imagining herself surrounded by hot, naked men, stroking their throbbing cocks.
But it wasn't just the insane hornines that was making her crazy...she was also extremely emotional as of late. In fact, she cried at the drop of hat. Especially when she thought about how the men she knew now apparently viewed her as something to be avoided.
One more long glance in the mirror only served to confirm her growing depression...tears welled and threatened to spill over at the sight of herself. Not wanting to cry, she grabbed her robe from the bed. Belting it on her way out, she headed to the living room.
A single thin cigarette and small lighter sat neatly, side-by-side in the perfectly clean, silver ashtray stashed behind the couch. She'd largely quit smoking since becoming pregnant because she didn't want to endanger the baby. Every now and then, however, she really needed one...and right now was one of those times.
Grabbing the ashtray from its hiding place, she opened the kitchen door leading to the back yard, and stepped out into the muggy heat of the early morning.
Lighting the cigarette, Melissa inhaled the blessed, evil smoke, tasting it as it filled her throat. Exhaling, she walked the few step to the picnic bench in the middle of the yard and sat down.
She was still a young woman she thought...she had her whole life ahead of her...would she always feel so damned unattractive?
Sitting for moment, she took in her surroundings.
The full moon shone brightly, bathing the yard in a monotone glow. The neighbors on both sides were apparently asleep, as evidenced by the lack of lights in the houses on either side of hers. A six-foot privacy fence ran the length of the yard on three sides, but the second floors of her neighbor's houses were visible over it.
Generally, it was a pretty quiet neighborhood...standard suburbia really...but sometimes it was too quiet for Melissa, especially when the noise raging through her mind and body reached a breaking point.
Extinguishing her cigarette, she snubbed it out on the picnic table, creating small burn marks as she pressed it into the wood.
Her clitoris tightened.
Not again, she thought, feeling her nipples stiffen. She'd already masturbated that morning twice, and then several hours later in the shower, but now, her body was craving satisfaction as if she hadn't touched herself in weeks.
Glancing around quickly, she saw that the lights were still out in her neighbor's houses. Her nipples hardened into small points that bore into the scratchy material of her robe, becoming uncomfortable. She should go in, she realized...but for some reason, she continued to sit on the bench, feeling the warm wetness seep out of her, slickening her inner-thighs.
The hot, muggy air made her sweat; her robe chafed, and clung to her skin. Loosening the belt a bit, she opened the top of it slightly, and pulled it away from her to relieve her swollen, sensitive nipples.
She really should go back in, she thought again, but once more, she stayed where she was...relishing the feel of her growing excitement.
While most would probably view her uninterrupted horniness as a blessing, Melissa thought it more of a curse at times. Her clit begged for attention without rest, but no matter how many times she brought herself off...there was no real relief...it was practically relentless. It was a definite love/hate relationship, she thought, and laughed.
The sound of her laughter startled her somewhat. She hadn't meant to actually laugh out loud.
Worriedly, she glanced around at the neighbor's houses again...but all was quiet.
Without planning it, she reached inside her robe and lifted one heavy, swollen breast, tenderly, kneading and rolling it gently in her palm. Her tits were enormous, she thought, and nearly laughed again, stifling it. She tugged gently at her nipple, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body.
