"Oh, man, it's Great," Bobby moaned.
His brothers watched enviously as Miss Winters sucked noisily, juicily on Bobby's fat pale prick. He was so excited that soon he couldn't just sit there passively. He began to work his cock in and out between her rosy lips, feeding it to her in short eager thrusts. Then suddenly his eyes rolled and he called out shrilly. "Awwwww, I'm coming!" Bobby cried.
Dora felt her mouth and throat filled with tasty hot come. She had no choice but to swallow it, not if she didn't want to choke. Bobby finished and climbed off her. Almost immediately his place was taken by Donny, who had another stiff cock-stand.
"Hey, Miss Winters," he leered, "I wanta try it, too."
CHAPTER EIGHT
Dora woke up the next morning feeling bruised and sore. The Taylor brothers' rape had continued till well past midnight. When they'd gotten tired of cock-sucking, they'd gone back to fucking her. For once she'd gotten her fill of sex, much more than enough.
She dreaded the days to come, the humiliation she'd have to live through till the elder Taylors returned. She thought of hiring another governess to take her place, but she was afraid the boys would be angry and tell on her to their parents. The only way to guarantee their silence was to do what they wanted.
Wearily she dressed and went to make breakfast. The boys came to the table with knowing grins, and Dora felt her heart sink. She knew what they'd be wanting to do all day. They'd use her body again and again. She felt not the slightest spark of arousal, either. Her insane lust was finally satisfied, and she needed a rest. But clearly the boys wouldn't allow her any.
When breakfast was over, Donny, the spokesman for the brothers, leered at Dora and said, "I guess you know what we wanta do next, Miss Winters. As soon as you're through with the dishes, come to us in the living room."
Dora wanted to punch his smug face, but she held herself in check. She reminded herself that nothing mattered in the long run except keeping the boys quiet, keeping her dreadful secret. To insure that, she'd do anything. Miserably she washed the breakfast dishes, then steeled herself for her next ordeal. She walked to the living room where the Taylor boys were waiting.
Just as she entered, the doorbell rang. "Shit!" Donny exclaimed. He went to the door, opened it, and cried out in surprise, "Uncle Dick!"
The other boys sprang from their chairs. Donny backed up, and a big bearish man walked into the house. He was over six feet tall, powerfully built, and deeply tanned. He had thinning reddish-brown hair and thick beard and mustache. Dora judged him to be about forty. Something about him, perhaps his friendly smile and twinkling blue eyes, made her like him right away.
"Uncle Dick," Donny said, "we thought you were in Alaska."
"I was," the big man said, "but I had to come to L.A. for supplies. Thought I'd check up on you boys and see how you're doing while your folks are away."
Just then he noticed Dora, who had advanced into the room. His face lit up. Dora blushed. As they looked at each other, something electric passed between them. She couldn't have described it except as an instant and strong attraction, and she knew he felt it, too. She gave him a shy smile, and his grin broadened.
"Well, well," Uncle Dick said, "who's this?"
"Oh, this is our governess, Miss Dora Winters," Donny said, remembering his manners. "Miss Winters, this is our uncle, Dick Taylor."
Uncle Dick took Dora's hand and squeezed it almost painfully. His eyes ran over her superb figure. "It looks like the boys are in good hands," he said. "I'm very pleased to meet you, Miss Winters."
Dora reddened – if he only knew how she'd been taking care of those boys! "How do you do?" she said shyly.
He kept holding her hand. They stared at each other, and again Dora felt the attraction, a wave of lust so strong that she felt dizzy. There was a sudden moistness in her pussy, and she found herself thinking wickedly of how it would be to go to bed with this man. She blushed again, wondering if he was thinking the same thoughts about her. His glowing eyes suggested that he did.
"Well, well," Uncle Dick said, finally coming to his senses, "I guess I'd better be running along. I have some business to take care of, but I'll be back in a few days for a longer visit. Meanwhile, if you if should happen to need me, I've written down my phone number."
He handed Dora a slip of paper which she tucked in her apron pocket. She hated to let go of his hand. He apparently regretted it, toot for he gave her hand another big squeeze before releasing it. Again she felt dizzy. Never had she experienced such a sudden and powerful attraction to a man. He reluctantly turned from her and walked to the door.
"Well, so long, boys," he said. "See you later."
"So long, Uncle Dick," the boys chorused.
As soon as he was out the door, they turned and glared at Dora. They couldn't help noticing the instant attraction between her and their uncle. They felt jealous and worried.
"I hope you're hot getting any ideas, Miss Winters," Donny snarled.
"Ideas?" Dora said. "What do you mean?"
"About telling on us to Uncle Dick," Donny said, "about going to him for help. You just forget it, because if you do, my parents are gonna find out everything."
"I had no such intention," Dora said.
How could she? If she told Dick Taylor what had been going on, he'd really despise her, and she wanted more than anything in the world to have that man. She wouldn't dream of telling him that she'd been fucking his three teenage nephews when she was supposed to be acting as their governess. She wanted him to love and respect her.
"Well, you better not get any ideas like that," Donny said. "You just keep quiet and do like we say, Miss Winters, and everything will be okay."
Everything was not "okay" with Dora. She wanted to escape the boys' hold on her, to be able to spend some time with Dick Taylor, but she didn't see bow that could be managed. Now that Donny had finished his little lecture, the Taylor brothers were looking at her hungrily. They'd want all of her time for the next week, and by then Dick might have returned to his home in Alaska.
"Okay, Miss Winters, get undressed," Donny commanded.
Dora blushed but obeyed. There was no use fighting the boys, because if she didn't cooperate voluntarily, they'd use force. Miserably she removed her shoes, apron, and prim black dress. When she was down to her bra and panties, the leering boys began to move closer to her, ogling her superb body, making her wish she could drop right through the floor and disappear.
"Let's change things around. Let me be first this time," Bobby begged.
Donny was feeling generous today. "Okay, kid brother, go ahead," he said.
"Oh, boy," Bobby said happily. "Hurry up, Miss Winters, take the rest of your clothes off?"
If those boys had just been a little younger, Dora thought, she would have taken them over her knee and spanked the daylights out of them. It was a shame no one had ever disciplined them before. They took no account of other people's feelings. Certainly they weren't thinking of hers as they snickered and nudged each other and watched her remove her bra.
"Jesus, what a set of jugs," Teddy chuckled.
"Yeah, they're really big," Bobby sighed.
Dora dropped her bra on the rug and slipped out of her panties. Then she stood blushing and completely naked before the leering teenagers. Bobby managed to stop gawking at her long enough to remove his clothes, Dora saw that his handsome pale five-inch prick was stiff as a board and leaking glistening bubbles of juice. He moved toward her eagerly.
"I wanta do it to you dog-style," he said, "like Teddy did last night."
Sighing, Dora walked over to the couch and stood resting her hands on the arm, her pretty little round ass thrust out. No point in resisting, no point in even speaking – the thing was to get it over with as quickly as possible Bobby trotted over and held her hips, as he'd seen his brother do, and poked the juicy red head of his prick into her tiny cunt-mouth.