Norma Egan: Raped governess

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."

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.