A String of Pink Pearls

I don't know what I did. I only kissed a boy and Papa pulled me out of the car, dragged me to my room, and then next thing I knew he was on top of me. Papa was a large man, I didn't dare to protest but it was the most painful night of my life. When Papa was done, he reached into his pocket and took out a long white string and a little gold box. I thought he was going to strangle me but instead he opened the box and took out a single pink pearl and threaded the string through it, making a knot at the end. Papa twisted his fingers in my hair and pulled me close to him.

"From now on, each time I visit you, each time your mother visits you, each time one of our friends visits you, or anyone visits you, I will add another pearl to this string," Papa said.

And with that he left, leaving me alone on the bed. I was only nineteen.

The next morning my bedroom door opened. I expected it to be Papa but instead a large man entered my room.

He was hideous and it took all my strength not to vomit at the sight of him. He was very fat, sweaty, balding, and he was missing some teeth. I started to cry as the man lumbered toward me, grinning.

"You're very pretty," he said, little strings of spit running from the corners of his mouth.

He started to unbutton his shirt. I was almost amazed that anyone was able to make a suit to fit this man. As he stripped in front of me, I saw that he was also very hairy. I didn't even know how he could find his own cock beneath all the folds of skin and fat on his body. I started to cry.

"Please sir, please don't do this," I begged the man.

"Now, now, pretty girls shouldn't cry so much. Be a good girl and I won't tell your daddy," the fat man said, sitting down on my bed.

I heard my bed creak beneath the man's weight. I cried harder. He tugged at my teddy, lifting it off over my head and then pulled off my bra and panties. He squeezed my breath. I felt my stomach churn as he licked his lips while he rolled my nipples between his pudgy sausage-fingers. Then he started kissing my neck. I groaned, chewing my lip as his thick wet lips sucked at my neck and shoulder, his hands groping my breasts.

Unable to take anymore of this, I pushed away from him and hastily crawled towards the door. Footsteps thundered behind me, as my hands gripped the door handle another hand grabbed my hair. The fat man dragged me back to the bed. I didn't know he could move that fast. He bent me over the bed saying, "I paid for you, you'll give me what I want!"

I felt his fat on me, then what I presumed was his cock push into my pussy. His meaty hands went to my thighs and pried them apart. I couldn't tell if his hips were slapping me, all I felt was his fat moving along my back. Crying, I gripped the quilt of my bed tightly. As he was pushing into me, he swore loudly. I realized he couldn't get excited and he pulled out of me.

I didn't move. The fat man was huffing and puffing, pulling his clothes back on. When he left I still couldn't move. I just stayed there, bent over my bed, legs spread, knees bent. The next thing I heard were loud footsteps.

SMACK!- on my ass. Papa shouted at me, "Bitch! You drove away our first customer!"

"Papa he was hurting me!" I cried.

"I don't care!" Papa shouted at me, and left the room.

I started to cry again but then there were more footsteps. It was Momma.

She was almost naked except for a black bra and panties, she held something in her hand. It looked like a harness with a man's cock attached.

"Get up," Momma said.

I didn't want to be hit again. I stood up.

"Kneel on the floor," Momma said to me.

I knelt on floor. Momma came forward.

"You'll be seeing lots of men and women, you'll need to know how to please them," Momma said.

She slipped into the strap-op cock and presented its blunt head to my lips.

"Open your mouth," Momma said.

I did, and Momma pushed the fake cock into my mouth. It was big, eight or nine inches probably, and thick. Momma laced her fingers in my hair and rocked her hips back and forth. I gagged and Momma said, "You're going to have to learn how to accommodate a large cock, otherwise you'll choke to death." She continued rock her hips back and forth, with each thrust the strap-on cock pushed and opened my throat. I looked up Momma but all she said was, "Be a good girl and this will all be over soon."

She pushed my head back against my bed and rocked her hips a little faster. I was having trouble breathing, and when Momma pulled the bogus cock from my mouth I greedily gulped up as much air as I could before she decided to push the false member into my mouth but instead she slipped out of it and told me to lay down on my bed. I lay on my back and Momma straddled my face.

"Lick my pussy whore," Momma said.

She pinched my nipples and I brushed my tongue back and forth over her clit. Momma released my nipples and moaned softly.

"That's good, very good... You're such a good little slut," Momma moaned.

I sucked on her clit and she reached forward, running her hands over my breasts, squeezing them, pinching and rolling my nipples between her fingers. I moaned into her pussy.

"Get on all fours," Momma said.

She lifted herself off my face and I turned onto my belly, raising myself up on my hands and knees. Momma was wearing the strap-on again and she crawled onto the bed behind me and pushed the strap-on in my pussy. Holding my waist, her hips slapped against my ass as Momma moved the strap-on in and out of me. She raked her long nails from my shoulders and down my back, and took hold of my hair. Her hips slapped against my ass harder and harder.

"If you cum I will call your father," Momma said, pulling at my hair.

I cried out, Momma pushed deeper into my pussy. As she pushed the strap-on deeper I cried out and Momma beat her hands against my back and shoulder blades.

"I told you not to cum!" Momma barked at me.

"I'm sorry Momma, I didn't mean to!" I cried.

Momma slapped my ass hard. I heard her call out to Papa and there were heavy footsteps.

I tried to speak but I couldn't find any words other than, "Please, please!" My lip trembled, Papa came forward. Momma laced her fingers in my hair and yanked me backwards on my side, pinning my hands beneath her knees. Papa forded my legs apart, I braced myself for the pain of him fucking my pussy but instead I cried as Papa's cock stretched my ass.

"Please stop, Papa!" I cried.

He ignored me, pushing his cock into me. Papa dug his nails into my skin and smacked my ass again and again as his hips crashed against my ass and thighs. It hurt so much. I didn't know if I'd been stretched wider or ripped open, or both. My ass hurt, then it felt warm and sticky. Papa pulled himself from me, and Momma released my hands. Papa threaded three more beads onto the string. It now had four beads.

"Each time I visit you, each time your mother visits you, each time one of our friends visits you, or anyone visits you, I will add another pearl to this string," Papa said.

I didn't dare look him in the eye, I didn't talk, and I didn't move. My bed creaked again and my door slammed shut. I wondered how many more pearls it would take to adorn the string.