The next morning Mr. and Mrs. Taylor flew to Europe, and Dora was left alone with the three boys. Dora didn't like the situation at all, of course, and she kept her distance from the Taylor brothers by using a stem and icy manner.
But nothing could dampen the spirits of those boys. They seemed to be all over the place, chasing each other, shouting, engaging in noisy games. Dora, who was used to dealing with obedient little girls, began to wonder how she'd last for the two weeks the Taylors planned to stay in Europe.
She was greatly relieved when the boys requested permission to attend an afternoon movie. "We'll be back in time for dinner, Miss Winters," pleaded Bobby, the youngest.
Dora leaped at the chance for a few hours of peace and quiet. In fact she almost smiled as she replied, "All right, boys. Have a nice time."
After the boys had gone, Dora decided to take advantage of the wonderful June weather and have a sunbath. The Taylor mansion had its own large swimming pool and spacious patio. She could just lie out there and catch some sun. Dora didn't often wear a bathing suit – she disapproved of anyone exposing so much flesh. But she decided that this occasion justified it. She went up to her room to change.
Standing before the big dresser mirror as she removed her clothes, she was once again plagued with memories of Uncle Norman. Dora blushed hotly. Why couldn't she get that disgusting memory out of her mind? Worse, why did it effect her so powerfully? In spite of her hatred of men and sex, she could literally feel herself getting hotly whenever she thought of that long-ago incident. It was very annoying, not to mention embarrassing.
Dora struggled to put it out of her mind as she changed her clothes. She hurriedly removed her black dress and plain white cotton bra and panties. Then, naked, she searched the dresser for the bathing suit she'd brought along. She must have pushed it to the back of a drawer, because at first she couldn't find it.
Dora was so intent on her search for the bathing suit that she didn't hear the faint footsteps outside her bedroom door, nor did she notice the keyhole going dark. One gleaming blue eye was watching her now as she stood naked at the dresser. At last she found the suit, took it out of the drawer, and held it up for inspection.
"Oh, dear," Dora sighed, "I don't know."
Since she never sunbathed or swam in public, she hadn't been especially careful when she bought that suit. She'd just grabbed an inexpensive one off a rack. Now she discovered that she'd chosen the tiniest of bikinis, a meager handful of black cloth. She wasn't sure she could bring herself to wear such an indecent garment. But on the other hand, what did it matter if no one would see her? She was alone in the house.
Or so she thought. The keyhole stayed dark as Dora put on the tiny black bikini and looked at herself in the mirror. She reddened as she studied her reflection. Her large full breasts looked ready to burst from the tiny bra, which covered only her nipples. Her firm round little ass was only half concealed by the skimpy panties.
And it was an inescapable fact that she had a gorgeous body, the kind that makes men gawk. Her red hair was pulled back in a prim bun, her expression was severe, but her body was curvy, ripe and big-breasted. Thank God no one was going to see her in that suit! That would be just too embarrassing. Dora sighed and started for the door.
The keyhole went light again, and this time Dora noticed the change. She stopped and gasped. Had someone been spying on her? But that was impossible – she'd seen the boys leaving for the movies. Still she was cautious as she opened her bedroom door and quickly looked both ways down the hall. She thought she caught a glimpse of someone slipping down the stairs, but she couldn't be sure.
Well, there was only one way to find out, and that was to follow. Nervously Dora walked down the broad stairway to the main floor of the house, then searched each room. She didn't find anybody. The whole thing must have been her imagination. Relieved, she went out the sliding glass doors and onto the patio. She spread out a large towel and lay down.
Watching from his hiding place behind a large bush was Donny, the eldest of the Taylor boys.
He'd never intended to go to the movies, and had told his brothers so, but he'd left with Bobby and Teddy just to fool Miss Winters. It had been his intention to sneak back into the house and catch her alone. His plan had worked better than he'd dreamed. He was still hotly aroused from what he'd seen through the keyhole of Miss Winters' bedroom.
Donny, like his brothers, looked the pictures of innocence. Blond, blue-eyed, handsome, and well mannered, he seemed the All-American Boy. But he and his brothers were also spoiled and undisciplined, and as a result they'd had quite a bit of experience for their age. Donny had been allowed to date and stay out late since he was thirteen. By now he knew all about girls and sex, and he liked them both very much.
Now, watching Miss Winters, he had to grin. When she wore that bun and her ugly black dress, you'd never guess she had such a terrific body. But Donny knew. He'd gawked through that keyhole and gotten a hard-on just from looking at her fantastic big tits and pretty little flame-colored bush. His original intention had been just to spy an the new governess. Now he wanted more from her – a whole lot more.
Donny crept closer to where Miss Winters lay on her towel. She was face down, and her big boobs, slightly flattened against the towel, looked ready to pop right out of her tiny bikini bra. She had a swell ass, too, small and round and firm, only half covered by her bikini bottoms. Donny's cock went hard again as he stared at her.
He wanted to get it on with Miss Winters, to enjoy her lovely body, but how? It was clear that she didn't like men and that she thought sex was disgusting and evil. He probably didn't stand a chance with her. Yet Donny had never been refused anything in his life, so he felt it was worth taking a chance. He thought about how to approach her, then grinned and began taking off his clothes.
A few minutes later Dora heard a loud splash in the swimming pool. She jerked her head up and stared. There was Donny, the oldest of her charges, grinning and swimming toward her. She could see him clearly because she was lying right at the edge of the pool. He seemed to be wearing flesh-colored trunks. Dora frowned, angry at having her privacy disturbed.
"Donny," she called, "what are you doing home? I thought you were going to the movies with your brothers."
He swam up and clutched the rim of the pool not five feet away from Dora. "Aw, I went," he said, "but it was a silly flick. Just for little kids."
Dora sighed. She'd hoped to have an hour or so to herself, but it was not to be. She felt embarrassed about Donny seeing her in that scandalously tiny bathing suit, too, and she wondered how to get back into the house without revealing so much of her body. An idea came to her – send the kid on a short errand, during which she could race to her room and put on some clothes.
"Donny," she said, "I believe I left my sunglasses on the kitchen table. Would you please go get them for me?"
Donny grinned broadly. "Sure, Miss Winters," he said.
He pulled himself up out of the pool and stood before her. To Dora's astonishment and horror, the boy was stark naked. He stood there grinning, hands on hips, showing himself off to her, and she was so stunned that she couldn't look away. Her eyes travelled over his sleek tan young body and finally rested on his cock.
Dora hadn't seen a man's prick in twenty-three years not since Uncle Norman put that huge hard thing into her. Now she gawked helplessly. Donny's cock was hard. It sprang from a small blond bush and hugged his belly tightly, a seven inch column of pale blue-veined flesh, capped with a swollen rosy head. His balls were swollen, too, deep pink and hairless. Dora caught herself thinking how attractive it all was.
She began to blush. Her blush deepened and spread till she was flushed all over. She hated men, so how could she possibly find a cock attractive? What was the matter with her? Why, this bay was more than twenty years her junior, young enough to be her son. She was thoroughly ashamed of herself for feeling even a moment's attraction to him.
She struggled far words. "D-Donny," she stammered, "do your parents allow you to swim without a suit?"
"Aw, sure," the boy said easily. He seemed to be totally cool and unconcerned about his nakedness. "My dad says it's good for us. You oughta take off your suit, too, Miss Winters. You'd get a much better tan that way."
Dora wondered if it were possible to blush any harder. "I wouldn't dream of doing that," she snapped. "Now, weren't you going to go look for my sunglasses?"
"They're not there, Miss Winters," the boy said with a grin. "They're in your bedroom, an your dresser."
"How do you know that?" Dora exclaimed.
Then it struck her. There was only one way that Donny could know. There actually had been someone looking through her keyhole, and it had been him. Dora almost choked with humiliation. He'd seen her naked. Never in her adult life had anyone seen her naked. How, long had he looked through the keyhole? How much had he seen?
"Donny," she cried, her face flaming, "you should be ashamed of yourself! You looked through my keyhole, didn't you?"
He went on grinning. "Yeah, I did," he said without a trace of shame, "and, man, do you have a great body, Miss Winters."
"Young man," Dora gasped, "your parents are going to hear about this when they return. For now, I want you to go to your room. There'll be no dinner for you."
"Aw, come off it, Miss Winters," the boy said. "Let's be friends."
He suddenly flopped down beside her, and before Dora could react, he'd rolled her onto her side and pulled her into his arms. His mouth met hers firmly, hungrily, and then he was working his tongue over hers. She felt his stiff young cock poking urgently against her belly, leaving little wet spots of prick-jism. She couldn't believe it was happening.
She was shocked and she was dazed. This had only happened to her once before, with Uncle Norman, and the two events were mixing in her mind.
Once again, she remembered Uncle Norman playing with her tits, putting his hand on her pussy, getting her so hotly aroused that she'd actually had an orgasm – the only one in her life. To her horror, she felt heat and wetness in her pussy, that same wicked feeling that she'd felt so long ago with Uncle Norman.
She wrenched her face aside and gasped, "Donny, stop it! Let me go this minute."
He pinned her arms to her sides. He was somewhat bigger than she was and very strong. As she struggled in vain to get loose, he kissed her face and neck and the bulging tops of her tits. Dora was horrified at the situation, yet at the same time her treacherous and long-denied pussy was beginning to swell and moisten with need.
"Donny, for God's sake, stop!" she cried. "Why?" he panted. "We could have whole lot of fun together, Miss Winters. My brothers won't be back for another now. Why don't we get it on?"
"Get it on?" said Dora, who wasn't familiar with teenage slang.
"Fuck," Donny said bluntly.
Dora was too shocked to speak.
She blushed furiously. Donny took advantage of her stunned condition to roll her onto her, back and climb on top of her. That was really a turn-on. Her big hot tits dug into his chest, and his naked stiff cock rubbed against her warm sleek belly. He kissed her again, sliding his tongue deep into her mouth.
"Umph!" Dora grunted.
This was getting serious, almost out of hand. The boy actually seemed determined to rape her. She didn't want to hurt him – his parents would be furious. But unless she fought harder, she wasn't going to get away. She felt Donny fumbling with the little ribbons that held her bikini panties together. Again she wrenched her face away from his kiss.
"Donny, this has gone way too far," Dora panted. "You take your hands off me. Let me go right now!"
"Uh-uh," the boy said with a leer. "I think I can change your mind, Miss Winters. I can make you want it."
"Never," Dora spat.
But even as she said it, she felt him untying her bikini bottoms and sliding his hand into her crotch. The sensation was instant and thrilling. She couldn't forget how wonderful it had felt when Uncle Norman played with her pussy, the most delicious feeling she'd ever had in her life. For a moment she was stunned with pleasure, feeling Donny's firm hand on the moist and sensitive flesh of her gash.
"Noooo," she whined.
Donny felt her quivering beneath him. He moved his hand up and down the steamy-hot flesh of her pussy and felt a little spurt of juice from her cunt. Was it possible that he was turning her on? He'd balled quite a few chicks, and he knew what it meant when a woman's pussy got wet and slick. Eagerly he sought out the plump little bud of her clit. He pressed a fingertip against it and began to rub.
"Oh, no, don't do that," Dora moaned.
Donny couldn't figure her out. She was begging him to stop, and yet she didn't struggle. She just lay there quivering and panting, her pussy getting wetter and hotter by the second. It was clear to him that Miss Winters was horny, desperately horny, so why should she keep telling him to stop? He friggled her moist little joy button faster, harder.
"Oh, God!" Dora cried.
She couldn't believe what was happening to her. She knew perfectly well that what Donny was doing was wrong and wicked. She knew that men were beasts, that sex was dirty. She knew it was wrong to get excited over a boy, one who'd been left in her cue. She knew all this perfectly well, and yet she couldn't stop her pussy from responding eagerly to his touch.
Donny was rubbing her clit with his fingertip, and it felt fantastically good. Fierce pleasure rushed through her whole body, and she couldn't control the steady, heavy creaming of her long neglected clit. She felt a wicked urge to just give into the boy and let him plunge that handsome stiff cock into her. Then she scolded herself for even thinking such a thing.
Still his fingers went on stimulating her clit till she felt unbearably lusty. It was just like the time with Uncle Norman, the delicious hot tension building and building in her pussy till she couldn't think of anything else. Her crotch was soaked with cunt-cream by now. Even the boy's fingers were drenched with the sticky stuff. She had to get control of herself.
"D-Donny," she said weakly, "please, please stop."
"You like it," he said breathlessly. "I can tell. Your pussy's all wet."
Dora almost fainted with mortification. He knew she was horny. This kid knew way too much for his age. His over-indulgent parents must have frt him run wild. And that experience made him doubly dangerous to Dora. She'd easily have been able to fight off an amateurish boy, but Donny was frigging her clit expertly, getting her wildly turned on.
Now he went a step further, grasping her slick little joy button between his thumb and forefinger, kneading it. The pleasure was so intense that Dora gasped and creamed hugely all over his hand. She was so embarrassed, yet she couldn't seem to control the responses of her famished pussy. The delicious tension mounted, and she felt dizzy, unable to struggle.
"You like it," Donny panted, "I know you like, it, Miss Winters. Let me bring you off."
"Nooooo," Dora whined.
But when it happened, there was no way she could stop it. Suddenly her whole body seemed to explode with pleasure. Her cunt convulsed and spewed a tidal wave of sizzling juice, her body rocked violently, and she knew she was coming. It had been more than twenty years since she'd had an orgasm, but she could never forget that overwhelming sensation. She spun out of control.
"Ahhhhhhh!" she wailed.
Donny frigged her clit furiously, making her climax even more intense. He watched her hungrily as she came. Her lovely ripe body bucked beneath him. Her flame-colored hair was shaken loose from its bun and came cascading around her shoulders. Her pretty face was contorted with bliss. It excited the boy hotly to see her like that. He prayed that she'd stop fighting him now and let him ball her.
Dora finally subsided, breathless and gasping. Before she could collect herself, Donny had untied her bikini bra and was gawking at her beautiful big round tits. He bent and flicked the little pink nipples with the wet hot tip of his tongue, and even though she'd just had an explosive orgasm, Dora felt quivers of pleasure. She knew she was in danger of losing her self-control again if she didn't make him stop. She pushed hard against his shoulders.
"Let me go, Donny," she cried. "This has gone far enough."
"Aw, take it easy, Miss Winters," he said. "We're just having a little fun. Let me bring you off again. I know I can do it."
Dora knew he could, too – that was just what she feared. "Absolutely not," she snapped. "You let me go this minute, young man, or you'll be in big trouble."
Donny just grinned and slid his hand between her legs. Dora felt the delicious pressure against her famished pussy, and she began to quiver with need. She continued to push against the boy's shoulders, but her efforts were feeble. His fingers tickled and massaged her sensitive gash, and once more her hungry little cunt began to cream. God help her, she just hadn't realized how much she needed sex.
"Oh, no, no," she moaned.
Donny knew better now than to pay any attention to her protests. She really wanted him to play with her pussy, but she was too uptight to admit it. She was quivering with need again, and her cunt was leaking hot sticky juice onto his hand. She couldn't fool him. His lovely governess was just plain horny.
He stiffened his middle finger and eased it into the mouth of her cunt. He was amazed at how tight it was, tighter than the twats of any of the teenager girls he'd balled. He slid his finger in deeper and found her cunt amazingly snug, juicy, and fiery hot. He imagined how great it would feel to plunge his achingly swollen cock in there, and he almost shot his load just thinking about it.
Dora felt his rigid finger sliding up her cunt, and she just barely stifled a hoarse moan of pleasure. Dammit, that was just the sensation she craved, something long and hard in her hungry little box. The juicy walls of her cunt gripped his finger greedily, tugging it deeper. Dizzily she found herself wanting the whole length of his finger – and she got it.
"Ooooooo," Dora squealed, "Oooooo."
It was no use, she just couldn't control herself. Her need was too desperate. She gave herself up to it, and her long shapely legs fell wide open. She arched her pussy upward to take the full thrust of his finger, and her cunt-juice poured out in a molten flood. He began to finger-fuck her, jerking his stiff finger roughly up and down in her hot little cunthole.
"Ahhhhhh, my God!" Dora wailed.
Donny gawked at herb entranced by the sight. Miss Winters had let her legs fall wide open, and he could see every bit of her gash. He hungrily eyed the scarlet flesh, wet and gleaming and fringed with delicate coppery curls. He could see the bright red dot of her clit, even the tiny light brown mouth of her asshole.
But best of all, he could see his own finger pumping in and out of her small gripping cunt-mouth. He used his finger like a cock, working it fast and hard and deep in her flaming-hot twat. Miss Winters moaned hoarsely, her eyes rolled, and then she was coming, her cunt gripping her finger like a velvet vise.
"Ooooooo!" Dora cried.
Donny watched her coming for a moment, then whipped his cream-drenched finger out of her cunt. He knelt between her outflung legs and aimed the swollen red head of his cock at her tiny gushing cunt-mouth. Dazed as she was, Dora saw what was coming, and she quickly rolled away from him and sprang to her feet.
"Miss Winters, DAMMIT!" Donny yelped.
But she'd fled into the house. He stared after her longingly. If she thought she'd escaped him, she was wrong. He wouldn't rest till he'd fucked her.