Miss Dora Winters, a slender red-haired spinster of thirty-eight, frowned at her new employer, Mrs. Taylor.
"Boys?" Miss Winters snapped. "All boys? You didn't tell me that when I applied for this job as governess."
"It must have slipped my mind," Mrs. Taylor replied. "We have three teenage boys, yes. I hope that doesn't make any difference to you, Miss Winters."
"I'm afraid it does," Dora said coldly. "I prefer not to work with boys."
Mrs. Taylor looked worried. "Oh, dear," she said, "I hope you won't back out now. My husband and I planned to leave for Europe tomorrow morning. We need you."
Dora sighed. "I signed up for a six-week trial, and I'll stick to my word," she said. "But meanwhile you'd better be looking for another governess, since I intend to leave as soon as the six weeks are up."
"Of course," Mrs. Taylor smiled, "I'll start looking as soon as we get back from Europe. And now perhaps you'd like to meet my boys."
Dora Winters didn't like it at all. She feared and disliked all men, even young boys. Men, she believed, were brutish animals with only one thing on their minds – sex. And sex was such a filthy and embarrassing topic that Dora couldn't bear to discuss it. But she was stuck with this job, and she'd just have to do her best till she could get out of it.
"Boys," Mrs. Taylor was calling, "boys, come to the living room and meet your new governess."
Three exceptionally handsome blond, boys entered the room and were introduced as Donny, Teddy and Bobby Taylor. The three brothers were tall for their ages, nicely built, and perfectly polite. Still Dora shuddered at the prospect of being alone with them while their parents were in Europe. She didn't trust any man, no matter how young.
"Well, I'd better go see to my packing," Mrs. Taylor said. "The boys are in your care now, Miss Winters. I'm sure you'll all get along fine."
Like hell, Dora thought.
She permitted herself an occasional swear word, but never out loud. She felt this occasion called for a curse. She stared sternly at the three young Taylor brothers, who continued to smile politely at her. She noticed that the eldest, Donny, was gawking at her chest, not her face. She blushed and hastily folded her arms over her rather large breasts.
"I assume you boys have something constructive to do until dinnertime," she said.
"Oh, yes, ma'am," Donny said, "we're going to swim in the pool. We all want to try out for track this fall, and we're getting in shape."
"Very well, go ahead," Dora said.
She was relieved when they left the room. She had to admit that they were handsome and well mannered boys, but she was uncomfortable in the presence of any male. She went upstairs to the room assigned her and began to change into the severe black dress she usually wore in her work as governess.
The dresser had a large mirror in which Dora could see herself as she undressed. She took off her travelling suit and stood there in her plain white cotton bra and panties. She noted with some satisfaction that she was in very good condition for a woman almost forty, slender and trim, her body firm and tall. She wished she didn't have such big tits, however. They'd always been a source of an embarrassment to her.
Flushing slightly, Dora unhooked her bra and removed it. She glanced self-consciously at her tits. They were the size and shape of large ripe cantaloupes, perfect creamy globes capped with lovely little pink nipples. Dora's blush deepened, and she frowned. She didn't think her boobs were pretty. She thought they were a nuisance.
Quickly she slipped put of her panties. The mirror reflected her small triangular carrot-red bush, another part of herself which Dora did not admire. She wished she could completely forget about her body, because it was a nice one and it attracted men to her even though her manner was frosty and distant. Her slender but curvy body had always been a source of trouble to her.
She walked to the dresser and began brushing out her long gleaming red hair, which she usually wore in a severe bun. Her big ripe jugs rose and fell and gently quivering as she brushed, and she could still see in the mirror the flame-colored little curls of her muff. Her body had hardly changed since she was a teenager – since she was a teen, in fact, and that terrible thing had happened to her.
Dora had tried for years to suppress the memory of how she'd lost her virginity, but she couldn't. The memory flooded over her now, a scene as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, and not twenty-three years ago. Dora shuddered.
All her hostility towards men and sex sprang from that one awful incident.
Dora had been a pretty and perfectly normal teenage girl. Her parents were strict and deeply religious, but that didn't dampen her high spirits. They'd told her she couldn't date until she was older, but Dora, an obedient girl, was willing to wait. Then one day they were visited by Dora's Uncle Norman, and the trouble began.
Uncle Norman was a burly, powerful merchant seaman who sometimes stayed with the family when he wasn't at sea. He was about forty, ruggedly handsome, his thickly-muscled arms covered with tattoos which fascinated young Dora. Uncle Norman had always been fond of her, and this time, as usual, he came loaded don with presents for his niece.
When Norman saw Dora, he gawked. "My God, young lady," he exclaimed, "you've filled out. You're not a little kid any more."
It was true. Dora, in her tight jersey and bodyhugging blue jeans had the body of a woman. Norman hungrily took in her large thrusting tits, tiny waist, and curvy hips. He'd been at sea a long time, and he was about as horny as he'd ever been in his life. He couldn't help admiring his young niece's delicious body.
Dora was so innocent that she didn't know what that look meant. She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and affectionately pressed her body against his, her firm full tits poking his chest.
Norman felt the soft puff of her crotch rubbing his cock. He damned near got a hard-on. He felt hotly excited.
Dora's parents, standing there in the room, apparently didn't realize how aroused Norman was becoming.
Mr. Winters said, "Norman, we'd planned to go to evening church services tonight, but we'll leave Dora with you so you won't be alone."
Norman swallowed hard. They were going to leave him with this nubile virgin? It was the chance of a lifetime. "Why, that's just fine with me," he managed to say, surprised that his voice didn't come out in a horny croak.
He could barely contain himself until Dora's parents left for church. He'd dropped a few questions and learned that they'd be gone at least three hours. When they'd left, he settled himself on the couch with a can of beer and patted the place beside him. Dora trustingly took it. She might have the body of a mature woman, but she still had the mind of a child. She didn't notice anything different about good old Uncle Norman.
Norman slipped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him, as he'd always done in the past – before she'd matured. Dora cuddled against him. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and she smiled and kissed his cheek. She seemed perfectly at ease, suspecting nothing. Norman drew his arm farther around her and began easing his hand toward the outer curve of her breast.
"Well, now," he said as casually as he could, "I suppose you've got loads of boyfriends."
Dora laughed and said, "Oh, no, not yet. Mother and. Father won't let me date till I'm older."
"You don't sneak out?" Norman asked.
"Oh, gosh, no," Dora said, "I wouldn't ever do that."
"Then you've never even held hands or kissed a boy?" Norman said.
She giggled and said, "No, not yet."
Norman's heart pounded. This gorgeous little chick really was a virgin, and he had her all to himself for three hours. He just had to figure out how to turn her on, how to get her into his bed without a struggle. She seemed to like talking about boys. He might be able to exploit that. Meanwhile he inched his fingers closer to the ripe outer curve of her tit.
"Ever wonder what it's like to kiss a boy?" he asked.
"Oh, sure," Dora said. "I can hardly wait to find out."
Norman seized the chance. "It feels like this," he said, kissing her on the mouth.
Dora felt Uncle Norman's smooth firm lips pressing hers. It was pleasant, even exciting. She saw nothing wrong with it. He was her uncle and would do her no harm. She lay relaxed in his embrace as he worked her lips open and slid his tongue into her mouth. He put it in deep, caressing her tongue with it. Dora felt a burst of hot excitement.
"Ummmmm," she murmured.
For the first time in her young life, her maturing body responded to a man. Something about the way Uncle Norman was kissing her, the way he was using his tongue in her mouth, was, giving her all kinds of new sensations. She felt a sudden warmth in her pussy, a glowing and moistening. Her virgin cunt seeped a little hot sticky juice. She felt the urge to press her body hard against his and stay there. When Norman finally broke the kiss, she didn't move away.
His face was flushed, his eyes glazed with longing. "Did you like that?" he said hoarsely.
"Umm-hmm," Dora purred, "that was nice." Norman swallowed hard. "Want to try it again?" he said.
"Sure," Dora said innocently.
He kissed her, again working his tongue deep into her mouth, and this time he quickly slid his whole hand over her right breast. Her tits had got ten quite large since the last time he saw her. They'd been like little cones then, and now they were big ripe hot melons. Norman gently squeezed her tit and felt its heat and throbbing right through her jersey and bra.
Dora sighed happily. She liked kissing Uncle Norman, and she liked the way he was fondling her sensitive tit. Her parents had told her nothing about men and sex – they considered the subject indecent, and so Dora had no idea what was happening. She simply thought that she and Uncle Norman were having a lot of fun.
When she didn't squirm or protest, Norman cupped her other tit. He held both big firm globes, molding and squeezing. Dora gave a contented sigh and began to wriggle her tongue over his, imitating his way of kissing. That was too much for Norman. He felt his cock going hard as a rock in the tight crotch of his jeans.
Dammit, he had to have this girl, even though she was only a teen and his own niece. She seemed willing enough, and he was sure she wouldn't tell her parents – she risked a severe beating if she did, for her parents were very stern. Norman quickly broke the kiss and eased Dora down on the couch till they lay side by side, facing. He hoped she hadn't noticed the huge hard bulge in his fly.
"Want to leant some more things that boys do with girls?" he said breathlessly.
"Sure," Dora said, "this is fun."
Praying she wouldn't panic, Norman took hold of her jersey and drew it up over her bra. Her gorgeous ripe tits seemed about to burst from the little garment. He reached around her and unhooked the bra and pushed it up out of the way. He gawked. Her creamy-pale jugs were the most beautiful he'd ever seen, perfectly round and firm and capped with dainty light pink nipples.
He cupped her naked boobs and began to squeeze and mold them. They were as delicious to touch as they were to look at, hot and silky and firm. Dora looked at him wonderingly, but she didn't protest. Norman ran this thumbs over her soft pink nipples, and the tender buds quickly rose into stiffness. Dora gave a little sigh.
"Do you like this?" he asked huskily.
"Ummmm, yes, it feels nice," Dora said.
It did indeed feel very nice. She hadn't realized that her breasts were so sensitive, and Uncle Norman's caressing hands felt so good. Again she felt heat and moisture in her pussy and the urge to rub her crotch against his. She did so, and Uncle Norman's crotch felt strangqly full and hard. But Dora wasn't alarmed, just enjoying herself.
When the girl rubbed her bush against his cock, Norman damned near came. He couldn't believe how smoothly things were going. She seemed horny, eager. Still he feared to move too fast. Dora was so innocent, she probably didn't realize what he had in mind. No matter how much he wanted it, it wouldn't do just to pull her pants down and rant his cock, into her.
No, he'd have to go slowly and get her fully aroused. He caressed her silky tits awhile longer, till she was purring with contentment and fully reined. Then he kissed her again, and as he did so he unzipped her jeans. He slid his hand inside and placed it on the warm mound of her panty crotch. A few fine curls poked through the cloth and tickled his palm. He gave her mound a gentle squeeze.
"Ummmmmm," Dora sighed.
Whatever Uncle Norman was doing, it felt terrific. He squeezed again, and she felt her pussy getting quite wet and searing-hot. Thick juice trickled from her virgin cunt, moistening the crotch of her panties. She felt another new sensation. Weird as it seemed, her cunt seemed to want something inside it. Completely ignorant of sex, Dora didn't know what that meant.
The girl still wasn't upset, so Norman took another chance. He slipped his hand inside her panties and touched her naked bush. It was a small triangle of soft curls. He pressed down on it, squeezed, and Dora gave another deep sigh of enjoyment Norman's rigid cock gave a horny lurch and leaked a big glob of sticky juice. He was so achingly horny, he could hardly stand it, but still he forced himself to proceed slowly.
"You like this?" he said, gently massaging her muff.
"Yes, it feels great," Dora sighed.
"Let me just slip your panties down, then," Norman said quickly, "and it'll feel even better."
He thought she was going to protest this time. She blushed a little, but then she nodded. She might have sensed that they were going too far, but she still trusted him. Norman tugged down her jeans and panties and dropped them on the floor. He stared hungrily at her adorable little bush, which was the same flame color as her hair.
Dora felt a little embarrassed about being naked in front of him – not even her mother had seen her mature body without clothes. But she quickly forgot her embarrassment. When Uncle Norman slipped his hand into her crotch and touched her moist hot pussy. She gasped with the unexpected pleasure. It felt terrific to have him touch her there.
He slowly and gently caressed her naked slit.
"Oh, wow," Dora exclaimed.
Flushed with horny excitement, Norman panted, "You like that, honey?"
"Ohhhhh, yesss," Dora moaned.
She'd never felt anything so delicious and exciting in her life. Uncle Norman ran his hand the full length of her gash, from the tiny red bud of her clit right down to the small clenched mouth of her asshole, and she quivered with pleasure. Vaguely she knew they were doing something naughty, that her parents wouldn't approve, but she didn't care. They'd never find out, and it was so much fun.
"Here's something I think you'll really like, honey," Norman said hoarsely.
He felt out the plump little button of her clit, pressed a fingertip against it, and began to rub gently but steadily. Dora gasped, and her virgin twat spewed a heavy load of hot juice that soaked his finger. Instinctively she arched her pussy upward and writhed to the rhythm of his stroking finger. Her pussy seemed on fire with arousal.
"Oh, my gosh, Uncle Norman," she panted, "that feels so good."
"Right, baby, you just relax and enjoy it," Norman panted. "It's gonna feel even better."
He seized her slick hot joy button between his thumb and forefinger and began to knead it briskly. Dora gasped, and another searing rush of cuntjuice drenched his fingers.
"Ooooooooo," she squealed.
Suddenly she couldn't seem to control her body at all. Her virgin cunt gushed a river of juice, her hips writhed, and she felt a strange hot tension building in her pussy. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her small even teeth flashed in a lusty grimace. Then suddenly her whole body seemed to explode with pleasure.
"Ahhhhh!" Dora wailed.
Norman watched her hungrily, still kneading her clit. The kid was having her very first orgasm, and he almost came just from watching her. Her large breasts wobbled crazily, her lovely body rocked, and his hand was waked with her gushing cuntcream. At last she went still and looked up at him with wide-eyed wonder.
"Oh, wow, Uncle Norman," she panted, "what happened to me? It felt so wonderful."
"That's called coming, honey," he told her, "and I can make it happen to you again."
"Oh, would you, please?" Dora said eagerly.
"Sure, baby, right away," Norman said, "only this time I'll do it with my cock instead of my fingers."
"Your cock?" Dora said. "What's that?"
Norman was too horny to speak at that moment, so he showed her. He unzipped his fly and brought out a long, thick, hard column of pale flesh. Dora gawked. She had a vague idea that men were built differently from women, but she'd never expected to see something like this. It looked huge. Uncle Norman eased her onto her back and got on top of her. She felt that big hard thing – his cock, he called it – pressing against the tiny mouth of her virgin cunt.
"W-What are you doing?" she asked nervously. "I'm gonna fuck you, honey," Norman panted as he wedged the swollen head of his prick into her exquisitely tight cunt-mouth. "I'm gonna put toy cock in your dot. Don't worry, it'll feel great?"
Dora was bewildered. She didn't understand what he meant, what it was all about. Uncle Norman pinned her down with his superior weight, and he panted and pushed with his hips. She felt her tiny tight cunt slowly filled with his thick steelhard cock, her little cunt-mouth stretched almost to bursting. It was scary, and she panicked.
"Oh, no, Uncle Norman," she sobbed, pushing at his shoulders, "take it out of me. It's too big!"
He kept pushing and panting, "I gotta do it, honey," he whined, "I just gotta. I'll die if I don't fuck you."
His cock-head met the tough barrier of her cherry, and he rammed through it, too desperately horny to be gently now. Dora shrieked and sobbed, but Norman couldn't bear to pull out. Her cunt was the tightest thing he'd ever fucked, and it was wonderfully juicy and hot. He fucked her fast and hard, carded away in blind ecstasy.
"Oh, no, no, noooo!" Dora screamed.
It hurt, it was terrifying, and she wanted that huge hard thing out of her, but Uncle Norman kept jabbing it deep in her tiny tight twat till suddenly he yelped and squirted steaming sticky come into her cunt. He jabbed a few more times, then groaned and went still. A moment later his cock went little and soft inside her, and he got off her. Dora wept.
"What did you do to me?" she sobbed. But Uncle Norman just looked at her helplessly.
Twenty-three years later she stood naked before a mirror, recalling that episode in vivid detail. She hadn't told her parents about it, but she'd never stayed alone with Uncle Norman again. The pain and humiliation of that night had made her hate and distrust all men, and she'd vowed to have nothing to do with men or sex for the rest of her life. If only she could blot out that memory!
Because it had another effect on her, not just fear and disgust. Right now, as she remembered, hot cunt-cream trickled down her thighs, and her pussy was on fire with need. Dora felt so ashamed. She despised men, hated the idea of fucking – and yet, dammit she still needed it. "Miss Winters." Mrs. Taylor called hallway, "dinner is ready."