Norma Egan: Raped governess

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.