Later, when she'd retired to her room for the night, Dora tried to figure out what had made her behave in such a disgusting manner with Donny. Why hadn't she been able to control herself? She should have fought the boy off the moment his intentions became clear.
Thinking it all, over, from the incident with Uncle Norman right up to the present, Dora was forced to come to some distressing conclusions. She had over-reacted to Uncle Norman's assault.
Her response had been to deny herself men and sex for the rest of her life, to deny and suppress her own normal and natural needs. That had been a bad mistake. She'd bottled up her lust until it had become so urgent that she couldn't control it.
So now what could she do about it? The obvious answer was to find a suitable lover her own age, but she was stuck with this job for the next six weeks. Somehow she'd have to keep her lust under control until she was free to look for the right man. And of course she must never be alone with Donny again. The boy had aroused her all too easily.
Her future plans determined, Dora got into her nightgown and went to bed with a book. She was still too upset to sleep. As she became absorbed in her reading, she once again failed to hear soft footsteps outside her door and see the keyhole darken. Unknown to Dora, Donny was at his spying post again.
This time he was disappointed. He'd been waiting for evening, hoping to catch Miss Winters undressing for bed and see her fantastic naked body again. But he'd waited too long. There she was, already in bed, wearing a plain old-fashioned nightgown with a high collar and reading a book. Her flaming-red hair was back its usual severe bun. Donny sighed with frustration.
Since afternoon he'd relived his scene with Miss Winters again and again. He couldn't get it out of his mind. He kept seeing her big creamy-pale tits, her gleaming scarlet gash and coppery bush, her gorgeous body rocking and writhing as she came. Most of all he remembered slipping his finger up her cunt and feeling its exquisite tightness. Jesus, how he ached to put his cock in there!
And just maybe it was possible. He knew for sure that Miss Winters had gotten off on his fingerplay that afternoon. She'd creamed all over his hand and had come twice. Of course she kept telling him to stop, but that didn't mean much. She was an older woman, old-fashioned in her ideas, and she probably felt she had to protest. But Donny was sure that if he just went ahead and balled her, she'd like it.
The question was, how to get next to her again? There weren't many chances to be alone with her, not with his two brothers in the house. This very moment might be his best chance. He just needed an excuse to get into her room. Donny crouched there, peering through the keyhole, and thought. Then he stood up and knocked gently at Miss Winters' door.
Dora started with surprise. "Who is it?" she called.
"It's me… Donny," he answered. "I need to talk with you, Miss Winters. Please, it's important."
Dora reddened. She'd just vowed never again to be alone with Donny, but as his substitute mother she couldn't very well ignore him when he needed her. She'd just have to try to forget today's humiliating incident and behave like a proper governess.
"Very well, come in," she said.
Donny entered the room in his pajamas. Once again Dora was struck by how handsome he was, but she quickly put that out of her mind. She looked up at the boy sternly. He appeared meek and apologetic.
"What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Donny?" Dora demanded.
"Well, ma'am, I just wanted to say that I'm sorry for what happened today," the boy said, hanging his head. "It was all my fault… I just got out of hand."
Dora softened. She knew quite well that what had happened wasn't all his fault – it was largely hers for not fighting him off, for losing control of herself. Yet the boy was willing to take full blame and come to her with an apology. She couldn't help appreciating that. She managed a slight smile as she replied.
"Of course I accept your apology, Donny," she said primly. "We'll just forget what happened. And of course it must it must never happen again."
Those were the words Donny dreaded, but he was determined not to give up till he'd actually fucked his beautiful red-haired governess. He sat down on the edge of the bed and gave a big sigh. Miss Winters looked at him wonderingly. He prayed that the next stage of his plan would work.
"You're right, Miss Winters," he sighed, slowly edging closer to her. "I just don't know what came over me. Maybe it was looking at you through the keyhole. That sure got me excited, because you have the most fantastic body."
As he spoke he watched Miss Winters' face slowly turning beet red. As he'd hoped, she was too stunned and embarrassed to speak. That allowed him to inch even closer, till he was resting against her leg. But even while plotting his next move, he had to keep up his sexy talk. He was sure it would have an effect on her.
"You know, Miss Winters," he went on, "I'm no virgin. I've had a few girls. But none of them ever turned me on the way you do. I mean, wow, you've got the greatest tits and a really beautiful pussy. I just couldn't help wanting you."
Miss Winters looked as if she were about to choke with mortification, but still she didn't move or speak. Donny gathered his courage and made a dive for her, pulling back the bed covers and throwing himself on her. She gasped as he pulled her into a fierce embrace and began kissing her face and neck.
"Oh, Miss Winters," he moaned, "I just can't keep my hands off you." This time he wasn't kidding.
Dora was still too stunned to react. Donny's little speech had been dirty and shocking, yes, but it had also turned her on in a wicked way. It had reminded her of the afternoon's encounter and how aroused she'd become. She tried to fight back her mounting lust, and it didn't help at all when the boy jumped into bed with her and started kissing her. She forced herself to come to her senses.
"Donny," she cried, "I just told you, this must never happen again. Now let me go before you get into big trouble."
"Oh, I'm not gonna get into any trouble, Miss Winters," he said with a grin, "but you might."
Dora gawked at him. "What do you mean?" she snapped.
Donny, grinning mischievously, cupped the big heaving rounds of her tits and gave them a squeeze. Even through her flannel nightgown he could feel the heat and throbbing of her gorgeous jugs. He felt his cock going hard.
"My brothers will stand up for me, Miss Winters," he said. "We're real close. No matter what you tell my parents, we'll say it isn't true. And if you yell for help now, my brothers are gonna wonder how I got into bed with you in the first place, right? They'll have to tell my parents about that. So, you see, you can't win."
"Oh, my God," Dora moaned.
Her head spun with confusion, but one thing she was sure of – those spoiled wayward Taylor boys would back each other up in everything. Mr. and Mrs. Taylor would never believe her if she reported that their darling Donny had tried to rape her, but they'd believe any wild story their sons might tell.
She had no one to protect her from Donny but herself.
"I think you get the idea," he was saying. "Just do a few nice little things for me, and I won't tell anybody, not even my brothers."
"W-What do you want?" Dora said uneasily.
"All I want," Donny said, looking her right in the eye, "is to pull up your nightgown and play with your tits."
Dora blushed hotly. What the boy asked was outrageous, of course, but if it would get him out of her room, it might be worth it. It certainly would do her no good to call for help, so the sooner she got rid of him, the better.
"Very well," she said hoarsely, "if you promise to leave me alone after that."
"Sure, Miss Winters," Donny grinned.
Now he was really playing it smart, he was sure. If he'd asked to fuck her, she would surely have lost her cool and started screaming, and he actually wasn't sure that his brothers would back him up. But if he could just arouse her, bit by bit, without alarming her, he might have a chance to ball her. Quivering with expectation, he reached for the hem of her nightgown.
Dora snatched the hem away from him. "Nothing below the waist," she said sternly.
Donny sighed and rolled off her. Dora pulled the bed covers up to her waist, then blushingly raised her nightgown up over her tits. To Donny's relief, she wasn't wearing a bra. He gawked happily at the large firm globes of her tits and at her pretty little light pink nipples. Then he reached out and cupped her jugs.
"Oh wow," he sighed, "you got the greatest boobs I ever saw, Miss Winters."
Dora couldn't stop blushing. "There's no need for remarks," she said coldly.
Donny just flashed her a blissful grin. She felt his firm hands squeezing and caressing her highly sensitive tits, and she couldn't ignore the pleasant sensation. She kept her face stern and forbidding, but already her treacherous pussy was starting to moisten and swell with need. She told herself that this time she absolutely must keep control of her lust. She mustn't do anything she'd be ashamed of.
Miss Winters looked grim and unmoved, but Donny was sure she secretly liked having her tits played with. She sure hadn't minded this afternoon. He enjoyed caressing the hot satiny flesh of her boobs. They were so big, they almost overflowed his hands. He tickled the tender pink nipples, and, he thought he felt Miss Winters quiver, but when he looked again, she was still stern.
"Gee, Miss Winters," he sighed, "why, don't you relax and dig it? I bet you really like this."
"Absolutely not," Dora snapped.
But the truth was that her pussy was getting hotter and more swollen by the second. Helplessly she recalled Donny's delicious finger-play and how he'd gotten her off by rubbing her clit and jerking his finger in her cunt. She remembered the moment when he'd tried to fuck her, his handsome stiff cock almost touching her eager cunt. She felt her twat give a hot spurt of juice.
She mustn't let herself go. Thank God she'd had the sense to get away from him this afternoon before they went all the way. She'd wanted the boy to put his cock in her, she could admit that to herself now, but it was out of the question. He was only a boy, and she was his governess. It would be immoral for them to make love.
At Dora was desperately telling herself these things, trying to blot out her mounting arousal, Donny suddenly bent down and began flicking her tender pink nipples with the wet hot tip of his tongue it felt thrilling, and Dora barely stifled a gasp of excitement. Her starved little cunt gushed more hot juice, and her heart hammered. She prayed the boy would stop before she got even more horny.
But Donny was just getting started. He tongue lashed her tender little rosy nipples till they gleamed with his spit, and he was sure he felt Miss Winters quiver and start to breathe harder. Impulsively he opened his mouth wide and sucked in her right nipple. He began to suck the soft cone greedily, making a lewd wet slurping noise. This time Miss Winters lurched and gasped.
"Ohhh!" she exclaimed.
Her face flaming, Dora scolded herself for that little outburst. When Donny sucked her sensitive nipple into the hot wet nest of his mouth, the pleasure had been sudden mid powerful, and she'd cried out. But not again! She would maintain her self control, she absolutely had to. How could she live with herself if she was seduced by a teenage boy left in her care?
Still she couldn't control her love-starved body to her great embarrassment, she felt her nipple going stiff and throbbing on the boy's tongue. He released it and sucked in the other nipple, which soon followed suit, going rigid and extremely tender to sensation. Pleasure seemed to streak right down to her moistening pussy as Donny sucked fast and loud on her tit.
Dora struggled to keep her senses. She tried to ignore the flaming need in her cunt, the mad desire for something long and hard and stiff. She remained herself that the one time she was fucked, it had hurt and scared her. She didn't want to go through that again, did she? Yet her cunt hardly seemed frightened. It went on creaming, burning.
At last Donny raised his head and caught his breath, looking gleefully at Dora's stiff wet rosy ripples. "Donny," she said hoarsely, "that's enough. You've done everything you possible could… I want you to leave my room now."
"Aw, Miss Winters," he begged, "just a little longer, please. Just let me play with your tits a few more minutes."
As he spoke, he was easing his hand down under the bedclothes. He found the warm furry triangle of her bush and set his hand on it. Miss Winters reddened and gasped as he gave her muff a little squeeze.
"Donny," she cried, "you promised – nothing below the waist."
"I just can't help myself," he grinned.
"Well, you'll have to, young man," she cried, "because I won't stand for it. I want you out of my room, and that's final."
She started to sit up, and Donny threw himself on her, pinning her with his superior weight. With his free hand he managed to hold both her wrists behind her. Miss Winters writhed and struggled, but she couldn't escape his other hand as it caressed the sleek warm curls of her bush. She stared at him, wide-eyed and frantic.
Donny, she gasped, "let me understand this. Do you actually intend to rape me?"
"It'd be a lot nicer if you cooperated," he leered, "but no mater what you do, Miss Winters, I'm gonna ball you."
"Oh, no," Dora groaned.
She couldn't let that happen. It might hurt horribly. On the other hand, it might feel so damned good that she'd lose her self-control completely. In any case, she couldn't allow herself to fuck a teenage boy. She decided it was time to scream for help. There was still a slim chance that Bobby and Teddy might take her side. But just as she was about to scream, she felt a stunning jolt of pleasure.
"Ooohhhh," Dora squealed.
Donny had parted the curly lips of her bush and found the hot little lump of her clit. He seized it and began to knead it briskly. He'd seen that look of panic in Miss Winters' eyes, and he knew he had to do something to distract her. He remembered how hotly aroused she'd gotten before when he kneaded her clit. To his delight, it worked this time, too.
Miss Winters gave a shrill squeal of pleasure, and he felt a sudden heavy flood of hot cream soaking his hand. Her eyes fluttered, and she instinctively arched her pussy upward, shoving her horny little clit into his fingers. Donny kept kneading the moist lump fast and steadily. More steamy juice flowed over his hand.
"Yeah, that's it, Miss Winters," he panted, "dig it. I know you like it. I'll do it as long as you want."
Dora barely heard him, she was so overwhelmed with pleasure. Her body was starved for this kind of delicious stimulation, and the most sensitive part of her body was her swollen horny cunt. As Donny's fingers steadily gripped and released her juicy little joy button, she felt as if her bones were turning to rubber. She couldn't speak, couldn't struggle.
"Ohhhhhh," she whine.
Slowly she went limp on the pillows, and her lovely long legs began to part. She felt her hungry little cunt creaming like crazy, her pussy swelling with unbearable need. Farther and farther her legs pared, making room for the boy's hand. Donny kept frigging her clit till she was ready to scream with ecstasy. He gave her slick love-bud an extra-hard squeeze, and she began to come helplessly. "Oooooo!" Dora cried.
As Miss Winters began to buck and bowl in a powerful orgasm, Donny whipped aside the bedclothes. Her legs were far apart and he could see her whole gleaming red pussy as she came. Hungrily he watched her little cunt-mouth gushing a thick stream of juice. Her clit twitched and squirted in his fingers as he went on frigging her. He released her clit only when her spasms had stopped.
Dora stared up at the boy, who was grinning triumphantly. She felt so humiliated, she couldn't speak. It had happened again, the thing she'd vowed never to repeat. She'd given in to her wicked lust. She'd come right in front of the kid, letting him see her naked pussy. What in the world was the matter with her?
"Wow, Miss Winters," Donny was saying, "you really got off that time. You want me to do it to you again?"
When Dora finally managed to speak, her voice was hoarse with shame. "Donny," she said, "I should never have let you do that. I'm so ashamed. Please, please go to your room now."
"Oh, Jesus," the boy cried impatiently, "what's the big deal? We're just having some fun. Nobody'll ever know about it. Come on, Miss Winters, take it easy. I'll bring you off again."
"NO!" Dora cried.
But already he was sliding his stiff middle finger up her cunt. He began to jerk it inside her, giving her just the sensation she craved – something hard and long and probing in her famished twat. Unable to resist the pleasure, Dora sank back on the pillows and moaned. Donny let go of her wrists, but she didn't try to get away. He grinned down at her.
"See," he panted, "I knew you'd like that. Just relax, Miss Winters, and I'll get you off."
Again Dora scarcely heard him, she was so totally caught up in the marvelous sensations radiating from her cunt. His stiff finger plunged deep into her, almost to her womb, and then out again, rubbing the eager lump of her clit. It felt terrific, and once again she was rising toward an urgently needed orgasm.
"Ooooooo," she squealed.
Donny could see that his lovely governess was about to come again, but this time he wasn't going to be left out of the fun. He remembered how he'd brought her off twice that afternoon, only to have her run away before he could fuck her. Not this time! As she writhed in ecstasy, he worked his pajama bottoms down and his rigid young cock sprang free, swollen and stiff and ready for action.
Dora felt Donny's finger leaving her cunt, and she whined in frustration. But almost instantly she felt something even longer, thicker, and harder entering her juicy snug twat. Dizzily she looked down and saw Donny putting his cock into her. Seven inches of thick hard meat glided between the copper-fringed lips of her cunt. Before she could react, the boy threw himself onto her and began to ball her.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Dora wailed.
Donny was fucking her frantically, his cock slamming deep and hard in her tight little box. But it didn't hurt, and she wasn't scared. It felt marvelous. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She realized that she'd been needing exactly that sensation for twenty-three years. Forgetting everything else, Dora ached her pussy up sharply to take the full depth of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Donny whined.
He'd done it, he'd actually done it. He was really fucking Miss Winters. And it was even better than he'd dreamed. Her box was tiny, hot, and exquisitely juicy. It gripped his swollen meat hungrily, and steamy cunt-juice swirled around his jerking cock. He fought to keep from coming, wanting to savor her wonderfully tight box.
"Ahhhhhh," Dora moaned.
Donny raised himself a little to see her face. Miss Winters looked blissed-out, flushed with pleasure, her teeth flashing, her eyes closed. She was clawing the sheets and jerking her hips in perfect time to his strokes, taking his prick clear to her womb with each rough thrust. Donny beamed. She wasn't going to fight him. Hell, she loved it.
Wanting to savor his conquest, Donny gasped, "You like it, Miss Winters? Want me to stop?"
Out of her mind with need, Dora moaned, "Oh, God, no, don't stop. Keep doing it to me. Don't stop, please!"
Donny grinned triumphantly. He was fucking his gorgeous governess, and she was telling him how much she wanted it. What more could a boy ask? He slipped his hands under her little churning ass and began to ball her harder than ever.
"Yes," Dora wailed, "Oh, yes!"