"Wow, Miss Winters," Donny was saying, "you really got off that time. You want me to do it to you again?"
When Dora finally managed to speak, her voice was hoarse with shame. "Donny," she said, "I should never have let you do that. I'm so ashamed. Please, please go to your room now."
"Oh, Jesus," the boy cried impatiently, "what's the big deal? We're just having some fun. Nobody'll ever know about it. Come on, Miss Winters, take it easy. I'll bring you off again."
"NO!" Dora cried.
But already he was sliding his stiff middle finger up her cunt. He began to jerk it inside her, giving her just the sensation she craved – something hard and long and probing in her famished twat. Unable to resist the pleasure, Dora sank back on the pillows and moaned. Donny let go of her wrists, but she didn't try to get away. He grinned down at her.
"See," he panted, "I knew you'd like that. Just relax, Miss Winters, and I'll get you off."
Again Dora scarcely heard him, she was so totally caught up in the marvelous sensations radiating from her cunt. His stiff finger plunged deep into her, almost to her womb, and then out again, rubbing the eager lump of her clit. It felt terrific, and once again she was rising toward an urgently needed orgasm.
"Ooooooo," she squealed.
Donny could see that his lovely governess was about to come again, but this time he wasn't going to be left out of the fun. He remembered how he'd brought her off twice that afternoon, only to have her run away before he could fuck her. Not this time! As she writhed in ecstasy, he worked his pajama bottoms down and his rigid young cock sprang free, swollen and stiff and ready for action.
Dora felt Donny's finger leaving her cunt, and she whined in frustration. But almost instantly she felt something even longer, thicker, and harder entering her juicy snug twat. Dizzily she looked down and saw Donny putting his cock into her. Seven inches of thick hard meat glided between the copper-fringed lips of her cunt. Before she could react, the boy threw himself onto her and began to ball her.
"Ohhhhhhh!" Dora wailed.
Donny was fucking her frantically, his cock slamming deep and hard in her tight little box. But it didn't hurt, and she wasn't scared. It felt marvelous. She couldn't believe how good it felt. She realized that she'd been needing exactly that sensation for twenty-three years. Forgetting everything else, Dora ached her pussy up sharply to take the full depth of his cock.
"Oh, Jesus," Donny whined.
He'd done it, he'd actually done it. He was really fucking Miss Winters. And it was even better than he'd dreamed. Her box was tiny, hot, and exquisitely juicy. It gripped his swollen meat hungrily, and steamy cunt-juice swirled around his jerking cock. He fought to keep from coming, wanting to savor her wonderfully tight box.
"Ahhhhhh," Dora moaned.
Donny raised himself a little to see her face. Miss Winters looked blissed-out, flushed with pleasure, her teeth flashing, her eyes closed. She was clawing the sheets and jerking her hips in perfect time to his strokes, taking his prick clear to her womb with each rough thrust. Donny beamed. She wasn't going to fight him. Hell, she loved it.
Wanting to savor his conquest, Donny gasped, "You like it, Miss Winters? Want me to stop?"
Out of her mind with need, Dora moaned, "Oh, God, no, don't stop. Keep doing it to me. Don't stop, please!"
Donny grinned triumphantly. He was fucking his gorgeous governess, and she was telling him how much she wanted it. What more could a boy ask? He slipped his hands under her little churning ass and began to ball her harder than ever.
"Yes," Dora wailed, "Oh, yes!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Dora and Donny made love far into the night, until they fell into exhausted sleep. When Dora woke the next morning and found the eldest Taylor boy in bed with her, she was horrified. My God, she thought, what have I done?
She remembered how the boy had seduced her, all too easily, the night before, and how once they'd started fucking, she couldn't seem to get enough. It was as if she were making up for all her long frustrating years without sex. She'd wanted it so badly, she'd literally worn Donny out. She blushed with shame as she recalled her wanton behavior.
She felt terribly guilty about it all, but there were more immediate problems to consider. She had to get Donny out of her bed before his brothers woke up and came looking for him. That was all she needed, for young Bobby and Teddy to find out. She began to shake Donny's shoulder.
"Donny," she said urgently, "wake up. You've got to get out of here."
He blinked and stared at her, disoriented. Then he brightened and said, "Oh, hey, good morning, Miss Winters. We really had a great time last night, didn't we?"
Dora reddened and said quickly, "We'll, um, talk about that another time, Donny. Right now you'd better get to your own room before your brothers wake up and wonder where you are."
"Okay," the boy said cheerfully.
Donny hopped out of bed, full of energy, got into his pajamas, and left – though not without casting Dora a longing glance. When he'd gone, Dora buried her face in the pillow and moaned. What a fine mess she'd gotten herself into! Now that she'd balled him once, and so willingly, Donny would expect her to do it again. But she couldn't let that happen.
She'd have to avoid being alone with him from now on. She knew she couldn't trust herself around the kid. Look at her behavior last night.
She'd just vowed never to be alone with him again, and she'd ended up making love with him. Her long-denied sexual needs were more than she could control. So from this moment forward, she must have nothing to do with Donny.
Miserably Dora got up, dressed, and went to make the boys' breakfast. All through the meal Donny kept looking at her pleadingly, silently asking her when they could get together again. Dora avoided his eyes. She began thinking how she could stay away from him that day, and finally she came up with a plan.
"Teddy," she said to the middle brother, "I'm going to need some help around here today, carrying heavy things. If you're not doing anything else, would you help me?"
Teddy gave her an adoring smile. In spite of her stern and frosty manner, all three of the brothers seemed to like her. "Oh, sure, Miss Winters," he said, "I'd be glad to help."
Donny looked stricken. He finally caught Dora's eye, and his expression plainly said: Why didn't you ask ME? It would have been the perfect opportunity for them to be alone together and get it on. Dora looked away quickly. Donny would just have to get it through his head that what they'd done was wrong and that it must not happen again.
"I'll just do up the breakfast dishes," she said to Teddy, "and meet you in the kitchen in about fifteen minutes."
"Right on," Teddy beamed.
Dora had hardly begun washing the dishes when Donny came into the kitchen. He walked right up to her, took her by the shoulders, and looked her in the eye. "What the hell's going on?" he demanded. "How come you asked Teddy to help you out, when you could have asked me? I mean, we could have got it on again and…"
"Now listen to me, young man," Dora interrupted. "You must realize that we did something very wrong and that we can't do it again. I'm going to keep Teddy and Bobby around me so I won't be alone with you."
"Oh, shit!" Donny spat, "I can't believe this, lady, your attitudes are just plain fucked."
"Just watch your language," Dora began – but Donny had already marched from the room in disgust.
A few minutes later Teddy arrived. Not quite as tall as Donny, and a bit huskier, he was just as handsome and blond and blue-eyed as his brother. He gave Dora a pleasant smile and sat down to wait till she finished the dishes. Dora felt easy with him. How could she possibly have any trouble with him?