Norma Egan - Raped governess

Miss Dora Winters, a slender red-haired spinster of thirty-eight, frowned at her new employer, Mrs. Taylor.

"Boys?" Miss Winters snapped. "All boys? You didn't tell me that when I applied for this job as governess."

"It must have slipped my mind," Mrs. Taylor replied. "We have three teenage boys, yes. I hope that doesn't make any difference to you, Miss Winters."

"I'm afraid it does," Dora said coldly. "I prefer not to work with boys."

Mrs. Taylor looked worried. "Oh, dear," she said, "I hope you won't back out now. My husband and I planned to leave for Europe tomorrow morning. We need you."

Dora sighed. "I signed up for a six-week trial, and I'll stick to my word," she said. "But meanwhile you'd better be looking for another governess, since I intend to leave as soon as the six weeks are up."

"Of course," Mrs. Taylor smiled, "I'll start looking as soon as we get back from Europe. And now perhaps you'd like to meet my boys."

Dora Winters didn't like it at all. She feared and disliked all men, even young boys. Men, she believed, were brutish animals with only one thing on their minds sex. And sex was such a filthy and embarrassing topic that Dora couldn't bear to discuss it. But she was stuck with this job, and she'd just have to do her best till she could get out of it.

"Boys," Mrs. Taylor was calling, "boys, come to the living room and meet your new governess."

Three exceptionally handsome blond, boys entered the room and were introduced as Donny, Teddy and Bobby Taylor. The three brothers were tall for their ages, nicely built, and perfectly polite. Still Dora shuddered at the prospect of being alone with them while their parents were in Europe. She didn't trust any man, no matter how young.

"Well, I'd better go see to my packing," Mrs. Taylor said. "The boys are in your care now, Miss Winters. I'm sure you'll all get along fine."

Like hell, Dora thought.

She permitted herself an occasional swear word, but never out loud. She felt this occasion called for a curse. She stared sternly at the three young Taylor brothers, who continued to smile politely at her. She noticed that the eldest, Donny, was gawking at her chest, not her face. She blushed and hastily folded her arms over her rather large breasts.

"I assume you boys have something constructive to do until dinnertime," she said.

"Oh, yes, ma'am," Donny said, "we're going to swim in the pool. We all want to try out for track this fall, and we're getting in shape."

"Very well, go ahead," Dora said.

She was relieved when they left the room. She had to admit that they were handsome and well mannered boys, but she was uncomfortable in the presence of any male. She went upstairs to the room assigned her and began to change into the severe black dress she usually wore in her work as governess.

The dresser had a large mirror in which Dora could see herself as she undressed. She took off her travelling suit and stood there in her plain white cotton bra and panties. She noted with some satisfaction that she was in very good condition for a woman almost forty, slender and trim, her body firm and tall. She wished she didn't have such big tits, however. They'd always been a source of an embarrassment to her.

Flushing slightly, Dora unhooked her bra and removed it. She glanced self-consciously at her tits. They were the size and shape of large ripe cantaloupes, perfect creamy globes capped with lovely little pink nipples. Dora's blush deepened, and she frowned. She didn't think her boobs were pretty. She thought they were a nuisance.

Quickly she slipped put of her panties. The mirror reflected her small triangular carrot-red bush, another part of herself which Dora did not admire. She wished she could completely forget about her body, because it was a nice one and it attracted men to her even though her manner was frosty and distant. Her slender but curvy body had always been a source of trouble to her.

She walked to the dresser and began brushing out her long gleaming red hair, which she usually wore in a severe bun. Her big ripe jugs rose and fell and gently quivering as she brushed, and she could still see in the mirror the flame-colored little curls of her muff. Her body had hardly changed since she was a teenager since she was a teen, in fact, and that terrible thing had happened to her.

Dora had tried for years to suppress the memory of how she'd lost her virginity, but she couldn't. The memory flooded over her now, a scene as vivid as if it had happened yesterday, and not twenty-three years ago. Dora shuddered.

All her hostility towards men and sex sprang from that one awful incident.

Dora had been a pretty and perfectly normal teenage girl. Her parents were strict and deeply religious, but that didn't dampen her high spirits. They'd told her she couldn't date until she was older, but Dora, an obedient girl, was willing to wait. Then one day they were visited by Dora's Uncle Norman, and the trouble began.

Uncle Norman was a burly, powerful merchant seaman who sometimes stayed with the family when he wasn't at sea. He was about forty, ruggedly handsome, his thickly-muscled arms covered with tattoos which fascinated young Dora. Uncle Norman had always been fond of her, and this time, as usual, he came loaded don with presents for his niece.

When Norman saw Dora, he gawked. "My God, young lady," he exclaimed, "you've filled out. You're not a little kid any more."

It was true. Dora, in her tight jersey and bodyhugging blue jeans had the body of a woman. Norman hungrily took in her large thrusting tits, tiny waist, and curvy hips. He'd been at sea a long time, and he was about as horny as he'd ever been in his life. He couldn't help admiring his young niece's delicious body.

Dora was so innocent that she didn't know what that look meant. She threw her arms around her uncle's neck and affectionately pressed her body against his, her firm full tits poking his chest.

Norman felt the soft puff of her crotch rubbing his cock. He damned near got a hard-on. He felt hotly excited.

Dora's parents, standing there in the room, apparently didn't realize how aroused Norman was becoming.

Mr. Winters said, "Norman, we'd planned to go to evening church services tonight, but we'll leave Dora with you so you won't be alone."

Norman swallowed hard. They were going to leave him with this nubile virgin? It was the chance of a lifetime. "Why, that's just fine with me," he managed to say, surprised that his voice didn't come out in a horny croak.

He could barely contain himself until Dora's parents left for church. He'd dropped a few questions and learned that they'd be gone at least three hours. When they'd left, he settled himself on the couch with a can of beer and patted the place beside him. Dora trustingly took it. She might have the body of a mature woman, but she still had the mind of a child. She didn't notice anything different about good old Uncle Norman.

Norman slipped an arm around her shoulders and drew her close to him, as he'd always done in the past before she'd matured. Dora cuddled against him. He gave her a kiss on the forehead, and she smiled and kissed his cheek. She seemed perfectly at ease, suspecting nothing. Norman drew his arm farther around her and began easing his hand toward the outer curve of her breast.

"Well, now," he said as casually as he could, "I suppose you've got loads of boyfriends."

Dora laughed and said, "Oh, no, not yet. Mother and. Father won't let me date till I'm older."

"You don't sneak out?" Norman asked.

"Oh, gosh, no," Dora said, "I wouldn't ever do that."

"Then you've never even held hands or kissed a boy?" Norman said.

She giggled and said, "No, not yet."

Norman's heart pounded. This gorgeous little chick really was a virgin, and he had her all to himself for three hours. He just had to figure out how to turn her on, how to get her into his bed without a struggle. She seemed to like talking about boys. He might be able to exploit that. Meanwhile he inched his fingers closer to the ripe outer curve of her tit.