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.
CHAPTER THREE