“Why do I have to go to Aunt Isabella’s house?” I asked, near to tears. “Why do I have to go away?”
“I told you, we’ll be on the road a lot this summer with your dad’s work and it just wouldn’t work,” Tricia, my mother explained for the third time. “I know you don’t want to go, but I just don’t know any other way.”
“I can’t stand her creepy husband,” I said.
“He’s not that bad when you get to know him,” Tricia said. “You just need to give him a chance.”
“A chance for what?” I asked. “He’s a pervert. I’m 18. Why can’t I just stay here by myself?”
“I wouldn’t be comfortable with that,” My mother said. “I need to know that someone is looking after you.”
“Great,” I said. “Just great.”
“So, go get your bag and I’ll take you to the airport,” She said. “Your dad won’t be home until late, but he said he’d call you first thing in the morning.”
I sulked all the way to the airport and was near to tears on the plane as I thought of how horrible my summer was going to be. I was in dread as I walked off the airplane and saw my Aunt Isabella standing there with a big smile on her face. At least she looked pretty cool, I thought, noticing how she was dressed. She had on really short shorts and a halter top that barely contained her breasts. And they were big. In the air conditioning it was easy to see her nipples sticking out through the material of the halter.
I went over to her and received a hug and a kiss, then Isabella turned to introduce the young boy standing next to her. His name was Randy and he was a nephew of Orton’s, her husband. I was surprised to find myself liking Randy. He was tall and good looking and didn’t have the bad vibes that was associated with Orton.
They gathered my luggage and got into the car for the drive to the house. Isabella talked nonstop the whole way to the house and I was sure I knew every detail of her life by the time we got there. When we got to the house, Orton came out and helped carry my bags in, but not before hugging me and giving me a kiss, one that smelled of alcohol.
I was shown to my room and I unpacked, wishing still that I was back home by myself. We all talked until dinner and I found that Randy was a pretty okay guy and that Orton hadn’t changed at all since I had last seen him. When we finished dinner and cleaned up, we all went into the living room to watch TV and talk. Orton brought a bottle of rum with him and steadily drank from it, every once in a while letting Tricia and even Randy have a drink from it.
After a while I felt tired and unhappy and announced that I was going to go to bed. I said good-night and went to take a shower. When I had finished, wrapped in a towel, I went to my room, closing the door behind my before turning on the light. When I did, I was shocked to see Orton sitting on my bed, the bottle of rum in one hand and his dick in the other. I was paralyzed with fear as I stared at Orton. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of his dick. I had only seen one or two, but this was so big that it could easily be a small child’s arm. And he was stroking himself while he stared at me standing there clutching my towel tightly around myself.
“You are not supposed to be here now.” I said to him.
“I know. I came for you to do something important for me. Come over here, replace my hand with yours and Suck my dick before you go to bed,” Orton demanded.
“I will not!” I said, my face flushing. “And you get out of here!”
“Ha, ha, ha,” Orton laughed. “You think you can tell me what to do in my own house? You must be crazy.”
“I’ll scream for help,” I threatened, frightened.
“Scream,” Orton said, shrugging as he took another slug from the bottle. “But get your little ass over here and suck my dick while you’re doing it,” he said, suddenly reaching out and grabbing my by the towel, pulling my towards him.
I had the choice of letting him pull the towel off of me, leaving me naked, or letting him pull me closer to him. I stood trembling in front of him as he sat on the bed, his monster dick hard and standing straight out in front of him.
“Now suck on it,” he said, forcing me to my knees, his dick sticking in my face.
“You can’t make me do this,” I sobbed. “I’ll tell Aunt Isabella and I’ll call the police.”
“Go ahead and call Isabella,” Orton laughed. “And the police won’t believe a word you say. They’re my friends.”
“I won’t, I won’t,” I sobbed. “Isabella! Aunt Isabella!” I cried out, struggling against his hand on my shoulder holding me on my knees. “Oh, please, Aunt Isabella, help me, help me,” I cried as loud as I could, Orton’s laughter ringing in my ears.
The door opened and Isabella stood in the entrance, now wearing only a pair of skimpy panties, my naked breasts swinging in front of me.
“Oh, honey, I’m sorry,” She said. “Just do what he wants and he’ll leave you alone.”
“But I don’t want to,” I choked out. “Won’t you help me?”
“Honey, there’s nothing I can do,” She said, fidgeting. “It’s just the way he is.”
“Please call the police for me then,” I implored.
“Them!” She said contemptuously. “They’re not good for anything. I’ve called them myself, you know. But he’s their friend and we always believe him. I gave up.”
“Oh, god,” I sobbed, hearing Orton laugh.
“Now suck it or I’ll really give you something to cry about,” Orton said, rubbing his dick on my face, smearing my tears.
“Go on, honey,” Isabella said. “It’s just a dick.”
“But I’ve never…” I started to say when Orton puId the head of his dick between my lips.
He held my head tightly as he forced an inch or two of his dick into my mouth. I almost gagged when I felt his dick fill my mouth. I had to breath through my nose in order to avoid gagging.
“Suck it, damn you, suck it,” Orton demanded, shaking my hard by the shoulder. “You suck it or I’ll just stick it up your ass.”
Crying, I tried to suck on his huge dick. I had never touched one before, much less sucked one, and didn’t really know what to do. Orton shouted instructions at me, telling my to use my tongue, how to probe the slit at the end of his dick, how to suck on it, how to swirl my tongue all around it as he slowly slid it in and out of my mouth. Then he reached down and grabbed my hands from the towel, putting them around his dick.
“You hold it,” he said, leaning back and watching as I struggled to suck on him.
I felt my towel loosen and started to reach to catch it.
“Don’t you dare let go of me until I cum,” Orton growled, pushing even more of his dick into my mouth.
I was still crying and now I felt my face turn red as my towel slid to the ground, leaving my naked in front of him, his dick pumping in and out of my mouth. Against my will I could feel my nipples harden and I almost died when Orton leaned forward and pinched my nipples between his fingers.
“You’ve got nice breast,” he said, groping me and squeezing my breasts. “Come feel these,” he said.
And that was when I realized that Isabella had never left the room, that she had been standing behind me the whole time watching as Orton forced me to suck his dick. I groaned around Orton’s dick when I felt Isabella’s hands slide around my body to cup my breasts, gently squeezing them and softly rolling my nipples between her fingers. Then I felt Isabella nuzzle my neck, my mouth next to my ear.
“Suck him hard, honey,” Isabella whispered. “Do it fast so he’ll cum and you can stop. He’s been drinking and it’ll take forever if you don’t work at it. And don’t spit it out if you don’t want to make him real mad.”
I continued to feel tears run down my face as I attacked Orton’s dick, just wanting it to end. I was faintly aware of Isabella massaging my breasts as I continued to suck Orton’s dick. It actually felt nice, but I was too disgusted by sucking on his dick to do anything but vaguely notice. Finally it came to a point where I felt Orton’s dick actually swell even larger than it had been in my mouth and he groaned and hot cum started shooting into my mouth, quickly filling my mouth.