Chapter 1
Dora Lane, an unmarried woman of forty, would not have been considered attractive by most people. Had they been told that Miss Lane had experienced only one love affair in her whole life, they probably would have replied, no wonder. She was not ugly. She simply wasn't inviting. Tall, slender, and stern-faced, Dora Lane wore her reddish hair in a tight and unbecoming bun on the top of her head. She dressed mannishly, in wool suits and flat shoes. She moved stiffly, self-consciously, and every movement, every gesture, said: Don't touch me.
It wasn't that Dora wanted to scare people away. She ached to be touched, to be loved. Most of all, she yearned to have a lover. Nagging horniness was an almost chronic state with the slim spinster. The trouble was, Dora didn't know what to do about it. She didn't know how to attract men, how to turn them on. She did not even realize that her appearance was forbidding. She only knew that she was lonely and homy.
Dora worked as an assistant to Dr. James McDonald, a respected veterinarian who had just turned fifty. Dr. McDonald was not a very attractive person, either, at least not to the average eye. Tall, stoop-shouldered, with thinning gray hair, a prominent beak of a nose, and rimless glasses which were never on straight, the doctor looked like an absent-minded stork. Nevertheless, Dora loved him. She had wanted him from the moment she first came to work for him, ten years earlier. But wild horses could not have dragged this information out of her. She considered herself a lady, a decent woman, and she believed that ladies don't show their feelings. So Dr. McDonald didn't know that his assistant lusted for him, and Dora suffered in silence.
One Monday morning Dora stood in a typical pose, waiting behind the doctor as he performed an operation on someone's sick pet. It was her job to hand him the instruments he needed and also to race for the telephone or the reception desk when any pet owners called or dropped in. Dora was a good worker, conscious of all her duties, but, as always, she found herself staring at Dr. McDonald, watching him longingly, and wondering how he looked without his clothes, what kind of lover he would be. She'd been wondering these things for a decade, but such thoughts never failed to arouse her. As she stared at the doctor's slim but muscular back, she felt her starved pussy growing hot and moist with need. She blushed, hoping he wouldn't notice her aroused state.
"Miss Lane," said the doctor, "Either I'm hallucinating, or the telephone is ringing."
Dora blushed even deeper. She'd been so absorbed in her sexual fantasy about Dr. McDonald that she hadn't even heard the phone. "I'm sorry, doctor," she said, moving quickly to the reception room. Really, she'd have to do better than this. She had to watch herself, not get carried away in his presence. Her lust for him seemed to get stronger with each passing year, and for some reason it was worse than ever lately. Sometimes it was all she could do to keep from screaming with need. If only the doctor would notice her....
Dora answered the phone, dutifully reported the message to Dr. McDonald, and helped him finish the operation. As he washed up afterward, she found herself staring at his muscular hairy forearms, wondering how it would feel if he caressed her naked body. Again her famished pussy boiled with desire, and she wished desperately that there was some discreet way she could let him know how much she needed his lovemaking. After all, he was a man, he must need someone, too.
Dora wasn't wrong. If she'd known the truth, she'd have experienced a pleasant shock. Dr. McDonald didn't turn to face her after he washed, because he was trying to conceal a fierce erection. He seemed to get one every morning as soon as he said hello to Miss Lane, his assistant. A shy man, and a lifelong bachelor, McDonald didn't know how to approach women, although he needed them as much as any other man. Every Saturday night he visited a prostitute to help satisfy his need, but that really wasn't enough. He needed a woman of his own, and Dora Lane was the one he wanted. He knew she wasn't pretty by ordinary standards, but then he'd known her longer and better than most people, and he could see that she had possibilities. Her abundant auburn hair didn't have to be tied up in a bun-it could flow free and long around her shoulders. She didn't have to encase her slender body in those dull mannish suits-the doctor could well imagine how her breasts and hips and legs would take on a ravishingly feminine appearance in a negligee. Her face didn't always have to be screwed up in that stern expression, either. Often McDonald daydreamed of how Miss Lane would look if he were making love to her, pinning her naked beneath him in a lusty embrace, how she would look if she were squealing and moaning with delight as he thrust his cock vigorously into her body. . . . The trouble was, when he had these fantasies, he got a hard-on that wouldn't quit. That could be pretty embarrassing around the office.
"Uh, Miss Lane," he said, blushing, "I won't need your assistance for a while now. You can go tidy up the supply room and check on our patients."
"Yes, doctor," Dora said meekly, leaving the room.
McDonald stared after her, noting that even in her hideous, tailored tweed suit, her small buttocks bounced and twitched in a provocative way. He sighed deeply. He was too bashful, and she was too much a lady for him to make any approach to her. He went to his private office and tried to get his mind on something else.
Meanwhile, Dora fed and watered the dogs, cats, canaries, parakeets, and other pets who had spent the night in the clinic, checking the progress of each patient. She did this carefully, as always, but her mind was divided between her work and her fantasies. She felt ready to cry with frustration. Really, her sexual needs seemed to become more demanding with each passing year of her life, and she didn't know what to do about it. Unlike the doctor, she couldn't buy anyone's sexual favors. That left her with only one way out, satisfying her nagging lusts with her own hand. Masturbation temporarily eased her distress, but it was far from being the full sexual life she wanted. She needed a man.
"Fat chance of that," Dora Lane said aloud. Passing a mirror, she glanced at herself and shuddered. Forty years old and over the hill. No man could possibly want her, she was sure. Of course she had known women of forty and older who still managed to look quite attractive, but somehow she'd never learned their secret. It was too late, she thought, too late for her to begin an affair. Who'd want to make love to a skinny old maid?
Dora sighed wistfully and passed on into the storeroom, where she began to check the supplies and tidy up the shelves. Her long-neglected pussy felt so hot and swollen that it was torture for her to move. She stopped, panting, and unbuttoned the jacket of her suit. She felt hot, so unbearably hot... . Absently she ran her hand up under her sweater and felt the plump curve of her breasts. Her state of need was so strong that even her own touch sent shivers of pleasure through her body. Because of her severely tailored clothes, many people thought Dora was flat-chested, but that wasn't the case. She actually had rather large, firm breasts, but she dressed in a way that flattened them, for she felt that a modest and decent woman shouldn't flaunt her bosom. Under her caressing hand she felt the firm hot globes of flesh, the nipples going rigid and bumpy with arousal, tickling her palm. She imagined that it was Dr. McDonald touching her like that, and a hot spurt of juice gushed from her cunt and trickled down her legs. "No," Dora said plaintively to herself, "stop that. This is disgraceful. Get on with your work." Reluctantly she withdrew her hand from under her sweater and moved on to the next shelf, where she began to count surgical supplies. She'd no sooner finished the count, however, when her mind began to wander again, back to the only love affair she'd ever had. She often thought of this, longingly, wistfully. If only it could have lasted. ... Of course she despised the man, Henry Carter, but at least he was a man. At least he could give her normal love. At least-she blushed to think of it-he had a cock.
Dora was twenty years old and just finishing her course in veterinarian assistantship when she met Henry Carter, another student. Henry was not bad-looking, but he had two serious defects which made him unpopular with girls. He had a bad limp, the result of childhood polio, and he had a rotten personality. Even though she'd been wildly infatuated with him for a while, Dora had to admit that Henry had no sense of humor, no charm, and minimal intelligence. Still, he was the only man who paid any attention to her in all her years at college. He liked to talk with her after class, and presently be began asking her out to dinner and the movies. Dora was thrilled. For the first time in her life she felt like a woman.
Even at twenty Dora was plagued with chronic, powerful lusts, and she looked eagerly forward to the day when Henry would go beyond hand-holding and polite good night kisses. She looked forward to it, even though she was ashamed of herself for doing so. Nice girls, she was sure, wouldn't even consider the subject. She couldn't help it. Often when she and Henry sat in the movies, she would glance surreptitiously at his crotch, wondering what his genitals looked like. She would lie awake at night, wondering how it felt to make love. Dora didn't know any of these things, being a virgin and never having seen a naked man before. Her stern parents had not even allowed her to undress in front of her little brother or vice-versa, so she had no knowledge of male anatomy or of sex, save for what she'd read in books. Dora had read plenty of books-all she could get her hands on-and she knew the mechanics of sex, but she longed for the real thing. At last Henry made his move. One night Dora invited him into her apartment for coffee after a movie, and they sat beside each other on the sofa, very self-conscious, letting their coffee get cold. Dora remained shy and ladylike, but inside she seethed with longing, prayed that Henry would make love to her. She knew it was wrong to wish away her innocence, but she was realistic, and she knew she had very little chance of marrying. She simply didn't attract men. If she was to have any sexual experience, any physical pleasure, it would have to be like this.
At last Henry swallowed hard, lunged at her, and kissed her. Dora went passively into his arms, letting him fondle her and work his tongue eagerly and wetly into her mouth, but inside she felt ready to explode with lust. Her whole pelvis seemed to boil with horniness, and she felt the crotch of her panties going wet and sticky. It was the first time she'd ever been kissed, and she found it tremendously exciting. Henry was very excited, too. He kissed her like he was starving, crushing and bruising her mouth, and he held her so tightly that she could hardly breathe. He pressed close against her, and Dora felt something odd against her thigh. Springing from Henry's soft belly was something long and rigid and polelike, something very hard which twitched and wriggled against her leg. It took her a while to realize that it was his erect penis. Her heart pounded. In spite of all the diagrams she'd looked at in books, she'd had no idea that a cock could be so big.
"Oh, Henry," she sighed, as he came up for air. Henry said nothing. He only had to glance at her flushed, longing face to know that it was all right for him to proceed. She wanted it, even he could see that. With some authority he pushed her down on her back, and Dora went willingly. He stretched out beside her, quickly undid her blouse and bra, and buried his burning face against the sweet wriggling flesh of her large tits. Dora squealed with excitement. Carried away by her response, Henry cupped her wobbling tits eagerly in his hands and began to fondle them. He kissed them, licked them, and used his wet hot tongue to tickle her pink nipples into lusty erection. Dora thought she would faint then and there with pleasure. It felt marvelous having her breasts fondled, and every time Henry's stiff tongue lapped aggressively at her hardening nipples, she felt a shock of pleasure running right through her body, straight to her hotly creaming little cunt. Her stern conscience screamed at her that it was wrong to give in so easily, wrong to have sex without marriage, but Dora was too far gone to heed that voice. Her body was in control now, a body starved for satisfaction, and there was no way in the world that it was going to be cheated.
Henry felt her slim body trembling and ""hot-beneath him, and he decided to risk going even farther with her. Henry didn't get laid very often, and he wanted to make the most of this chance. He thqught he'd spotted Dora for a prude and a professional virgin, but he could see now that her appearance was very deceptive. The poor kid was violently horny. All he had to do was play his cards right...... Boldly he pushed up her skirt, clear to her waist, and began tugging at her prim white cotton panties.
Dora blushed deeply but made no move to stop him. She was terribly embarrassed having a man look at her there, but she kept reminding herself that this was probably going to be her only chance to find out what sex is really like. Trembling and blushing, she lay submissively on her back and allowed Henry to take off her panties. She closed her eyes tightly, as if that would prevent him from seeing something he shouldn't see-but of course Henry had an excellent view of her small reddish puff of mons fur. He buried his face in it, and Dora squealed again as she felt his hot, moist breath on her sensitive pubic flesh. She felt his tongue come out, tickling and exploring stiffly, and then she gasped loudly as he found her clitoris. Tonguing eagerly, he wriggled between the puffy mons lips and discovered the bright red little bud, the most sensitive part of her body. He placed the tip of his tongue on the tiny shaft of moist flesh and began to tickle and circle it. Dora's response was almost violent. She bucked and squealed with delight, and, following her instincts, she let her slim legs fall wide open for him, giving him easy access to her whole scarlet slit. Never in her life had she felt such exquisite pleasure as when Henry tongued her tiny hot bud. Hot girl-juice gushed from her aroused cunt, wetting his chin, and she was already very close to having her first orgasm. Henry had just enough experience to recognize these things, and he pressed his advantage by tonguing her little nub all the harder.
"Ohhh, oooooo, Henry," she moaned. "Ohhh, goodness, it feels so nice. ..."
She found herself running her fingers through his hair, pulling her legs up and back to open herself even more. She wanted his mouth and tongue everywhere between her legs. She moaned steadily, helplessly, and the cream boiled and bubbled from her writhing vagina in a continuous steamy flood. Henry tickled and licked her small clit until it stood in stiff erection. Then he moved his tongue slowly, tantalizingly, farther down between her outflung legs, caressing the highly receptive plump pink lips of her labia, coming at last to the small hot quaking mouth of her virgin hole. He circled it again and again, tasting her fragrant juices, and Dora howled with excitement. Her whole body was hot and feverish.
Henry poked the stiff tip of his tongue just a little way into her wet cunt, and she squealed as she felt the first -delicious tingle of climax. Unfortunately he withdrew, and her orgasm was thwarted. She didn't know how to tell him that, however. She'd never cum before and didn't realize that the sweet sensations should have continued. She only felt violent frustration. She moaned and writhed beneath him as he continued to tongue and lick her labia.
Her frustration was not to last for long, however. Henry had seen and done enough to know that he had a sure thing, and he didn't want to wait any longer. The girl wasn't going to say no, and he desperately wanted to get his rocks off. Panting, red-faced with lust, he sat up and unbuckled his belt. Dora watched him feverishly, staring helplessly at his crotch. His cock was so stiff that it threatened to burst his pants. She was dying to see it, touch it....
"Take it out," he said hoarsely. "Unzip me and take it out for me!"
Dora blushed deeply. She knew his request was naughty, and yet it was the very thing she wanted to do. Her hands shook as she reached out and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. She managed to get it open at last, and tjien, her heart pounding, she reached inside and touched taut, burning, silky flesh. She was surprised to find his meat so smooth, almost velvety. Timidly she wrapped her fingers around it and gently drew it out into the light. Then she stared at it, seeing a real penis for the first time. Henry grunted impatiently and pushed his pants down over his buttocks, but Dora continued to stare. His prick seemed enormously long and fat to her, the shaft pale and blue-veined, the circumcised head engorged and purple. There was a small dark hole at the very tip, and she watched in wonder as a thick droplet of cream oozed out and ran down his rock-hard pole. She glanced at his testicles, which also seemed huge and swollen to her inexperienced eyes, gross and pink and hairy. His genitals were ugly to her, yet powerfully exciting. She couldn't stop staring at them.
Henry lost patience. He removed her hand rather roughly and pushed her down on her back. Dora was too dazed to resist or to ask what was happening. Henry climbed on top of her, panting and sweating, and the next thing she felt was something very hard and hot and fat poking between her legs. It hurt her tender labial tissues, but she didn't cry out. She'd read enough to know that it was painful for a girl the first time. She felt the pain was worth it, just to find out what sex is like. Dutifully she opened her legs wide and waited.
Henry was so excited that it took him a few moments to find the mark, but Dora was so wet that he glided easily inside her the moment his engorged glans slid into the slippery valley of her cunt mouth. One push and he was all the way into her, his hungry meat deliciously gripped in her hot, wet, virgin sheath. He'd never fucked a cunt so tight before, one so blazing hot and eager.
"Oh, Christ," he whined. "Shit, that's good____"
Dora didn't even notice his profanity. She was lost in the incredible joy of being penetrated and fucked. To her delight, she felt no pain at all, only delicious pleasure. As Henry began to work his stiff meat rapidly and deeply in her deflowered cunt, she clung to him and sobbed her pleasure. She came almost right away, and then she came again and again. ... It had to be the greatest pleasure in the world. She never wanted to stop.
Her affair with Henry lasted little more than three months. At the end of that time Dora foolishly hinted at marriage, and Henry disappeared. That was twenty years ago, and she'd never been fucked again. Yet the memory of her nights with Henry was still vivid and tantalizing to her. Every time she thought of it, she grew violently horny, so unbearably lusty that she had to bring herself off with her own hand before she could get her mind back on her work. Now she leaned dizzily against the supply shelf in Dr. McDonald's back room, panting and blushing as she recalled her long-ago affair with Henry Carter. The crotch of her panties was thoroughly soaked, and she simply couldn't keep her mind on her work. There was only one thing to do, as embarrassing and humiliating as she found it. She would just have to beat off.
Dora raised her neatly tailored skirt up to her waist and tucked it in place there, keeping it out of the way. She did the same with her slip. Trembling and sighing, she slipped her hand inside her panties and briefly rubbed the springy, moist hair of her mons. That was nice, but it wasn't nearly enough. She slid her experienced finger between the puffy mons lips and gave a stifled squeal of pleasure as she touched her hot little clit. She began to rub the wriggling little bud in a steady circular motion, and hot juice poured from her hungry vagina and trickled down her legs. Her eyes rolled crazily, and she licked her lips as she busily fingered herself. Sharp stabs of pleasure tore through her pelvis. She was close, very close, to cumming. Her finger was soaked with her own juices, and she began to whimper plaintively as she approached her desperately neded orgasm.
Dora jumped violently as she heard the door open. She jerked her hand out of her panties and tugged down her slip and skirt. Blushing deeply, she glanced around a stack of boxes and saw young Randy Jones, the grocery delivery boy, his arms weighted down with bags of pet food. He caught sight of her and smiled.
"Oh, hi, Miss Lane," he said. "Here's the dog food."
Dog food, Dora thought dismally, that's all I need.