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.