Chapter Two
The house was of the same vulgar but expensive ostentation on the inside but
the ever polite Beverley mildly complimented Sydney on his good taste. Rather
smugly he told them he was an estate agent and considered owning a nice home to
be a perk of the job.
Hearing the TV in the living room Beverley was suddenly apprehensive and
said: "Is your wife at home?."
Sydney laughed and said she was at a 'Hen party'. "She's going to sleep
overnight at a friends house. That'll be my son David. It's OK, he's only twelve
and should be in bed by now."
"Twelve's an awkward age" remarked Beverley. "I should know. I teach a whole
class full of them."
On hearing that Beverley was a schoolmistress, Sid's interest grew. "Do you
take sex education lessons?. He's been asking the most bloody awful questions
lately."
Don quickly interjected "I don't see why Beverley can't give your son a
little talk about it before he goes to bed."
Beverley heard these words with a strange thrill and no small measure of
apprehension. She indeed took classes of twelve and thirteen-year old children
and some of the boys really played her up.
They were sexually mature beyond their years and obviously envisioned sexual
intercourse with their teacher. Beverley was not much older in years from them,
twenty-one to be exact, and at times she felt younger than some of them in their
streetwise knowledge.
"Will you do that Beverley?" asked Sydney in an insinuating tone.
Beverley was applying lipstick in the hall mirror. She recapped the tube and
replied: "Yes" in a meek voice: "Just how far do you want me to go Sir?."
"As far as it takes. I don't want the little sod to turn out to be peculiar
if you get my meaning." Sydney replied, leading her by the arm into the living
room.
His son David heard them come into the room and quickly switched off a video
he was watching with a guilty look on his face. His father chose to ignore it so
Don and Beverley went along with him.
Beverley saw that David was a handsome looking boy, if still a bit childish
looking. She felt a peculiar warmth in the pit of her stomach as she noticed
David's quick look of lustful greed as he glanced at her. She surmised he'd
been watching erotic movies on the TV whilst his father had been out but chose
to keep her suspicions to herself for now.
Sydney got some drinks and sat on the couch with Don. Beverley sat in one of
the easy chairs as Sydney introduced them to David. "What's more" Sydney told
David. "Beverley here is a schoolteacher and she is going to have a little sex
education talk with you."
The two men settled back as David, with a curious look on his face, sat
himself on the rug facing Beverley.
Beverley set her knees together primly and, in a very proper manner,
explained how boys and girls became attracted to one another, the culmination of
which the sexual act was performed thereby perpetuating the human race. She
secretly admitted to herself that it sounded like so much dry rubbish.
"Will I feel the way you described with any lady?," enquired David.
"No. Only with certain ones." said Beverley carefully. "You must feel a
certain attraction to them before you can do things like that together."
"There's not many I feel that way about," David said doubtfully.
"What were you watching before we came in David?," Beverley asked gently.
"Was it a naughty film?."
David blushed violently and confessed that he had, telling Beverley that the
boys at school swapped them with each other.
"And you find the ladies in those films are nice don't you?," Beverley went
on, sipping her gin and tonic.
When David admitted this was the case Beverley said "Do you find me as pretty
as the ladies in that film?."
"Oh no Miss, You're much prettier than them," David blurted out, blushing
again.
Glancing at David's father and seeing his interest, Beverley tenderly said:
"Do you want me to show you how your penis hardens when you like a certain
lady?."
David mutely nodded and Beverley gently leant down and undid David's jeans,
pulling them down with his briefs to expose a smallish penis that had hardly
started to grow pubic hair. Her thoughts were in turmoil with the sense of
ultimate control over the young boy.
She felt secure in the knowledge that Sidney hadn't the least intention of
stopping her, presuming in his boorish way that he was getting his male son laid
for the first time.
"Now David" Beverley went on. "You said you thought that I was pretty?."
Again the boy nodded and she continued "You'll have to tell me what you want me
to do. It's important that the choice is yours because I'll do what you ask if
you think it'll make your penis hard."
David began haltingly: "Do you think you can pull up your skirt so I can see
your legs?."
"Right David. That's the way," said Beverley, standing up in front of the boy
and taking hold of the hem of her skirt.
"Just watch now and tell me if you want me to do anything else."
Keeping her eyes on the boy, Beverley slowly started to pull the tight black
skirt up her legs. She heard the boy's breathing quicken as she revealed the
white skin above the tops of her stockings.
Beverley eased the skirt further up her thighs, gathering the short silk
petticoat in her fingers along the way. With a final tug past her hips, she
stood in front of the three spectators with her skirt bunched up around her
waist, showing them her silk, peach coloured knickers tightly covering her
rounded belly and pubic mound. Leaving her skirt pulled up Beverley again sat in
front of the boy.
She crossed her nylon-covered legs and noticed that David's penis was still
as small and limp as it had been previously. Perhaps his father had been right
and he was a latent homosexual Beverley thought.
She uncrossed her legs and inched to the front of the chair. David and the
two men watched her as she parted her beautiful long legs, baring the soft inner
thighs that plumped up into the legs her knickers.
"Are we having a little trouble in this department?" Beverley asked gently,
placing a soft tentative hand on David's limp penis.
David mumbled something and Beverley strained forward to hear him.
"I said would you show me your thingy?," he said in a louder voice.
"Thingy?" said Beverley, puzzled. Then comprehension Elizabethed. "Oh, you
mean my vagina!."
"He means your bloody cunt," said Sydney crudely. "Let's start calling a
spade a spade."
"Right Sir" said Beverley, somewhat shocked at this less than paternal
attitude. "Do you want me to pull my knickers down David?." She was still
fondling David's penis and could feel it imperceptibly hardening.
Beverley leaned closer to David, making him very aware of the exotic scent of
her expensive perfume and the silky rustle of her feminine underwear. Out of the
corner of her eye she could see that Sydney was very hard under his trousers,
although Don seemed to be calm and collected at the moment.
She moistened her lips and said:
"Would you like that David?. Would you like me to take my knickers off, or do
you want to take them off?." She looked at him in a gently enquiring manner.
David remained silent and Beverley, still stroking his little penis said
"Have you ever seen a woman's private parts before David?."
"Cunt" interjected Sydney again.
Beverley blushed but said: "Have you ever seen a ladies cunt before?."
"Only on films," David said shyly.
"Would you like to see mine?" asked Beverley, her free hand stroking the
inside of her soft thighs nervously.
David nodded and Beverley again stood up. She straddled her legs either side
of David, her knickers close to his face, and placed her hands on each hip. Then
she slowly pulled her knickers down over her hips and past her vaginal mound to
mid thigh.
David had a wonderful view of Beverley's hairy vagina as she slowly pushed
her lower belly nearer his face.
Beverley bent slightly at the knees and glanced down at David. She could now
saw his little penis had grown rock hard.
"Do you want to feel yourself David?," she whispered to him. "Look, I'll feel
at myself." With that Beverley let her right-hand slip down her lower belly to
her vagina, pulling the moist lips apart to bare the soft, pink clitoris to him.
"Would you like to kiss my cunt David?" said Beverley, all her inhibitions
finally dispelled.
She felt his lips give her vagina a little peck and couldn't believe the
thrill she received. Her whole body seemed to melt. She wanted this boy so badly
she could scream.
"Wait a minute darling" said Beverley breathlessly, taking hold of her
knickers and pulling them off her legs. "I'll really give you a view of my
slit."
Her petticoat had dropped down in front of her vagina so Beverley pulled it
up again, baring her lower belly for them all to see as she sat in the chair
again. She draped first one lovely leg, then the other over the arms of the
chair. This pulled the hairy wet cleft wide open. Her two hands dropped to each
side of the slit and pulled it even further open.
Beverley was now beyond all reason as her breathing became faster and faster,
her forefinger rubbing up and down the inner lips and her beautiful eyes on the
boy's penis.
"Do you like my slit David?" she almost crooned. "Would you like to put your
little prick in it?." She could hear the sticky smacking sounds her fingers
were making as she reached deeper and deeper into herself.
"Could you take some more clothes off?" David enquired hesitantly.
"Of course sweetheart," Beverley said breathlessly as she stood up once more.
She let her skirt fall back into position, and for a moment it looked as if
she'd never exposed herself to them.
Beverley undid the button and zip at the side of the skirt and took it off.
The silk, peach coloured petticoat came down to mid-thigh, a little like the
miniskirts of the sixties. It didn't extend far enough to cover the tops of her
stockings and a good amount of white thigh was revealed before the lace edging
of the slip.
Then Beverley unbuttoned her jacket and draped it over the back of the chair
with her skirt.
"The blouse next, then your brassiere," David said, gathering confidence as
Beverley's defence's came down.
Beverley unbuttoned the sheer green, chiffon blouse and shrugged it off her
lovely shoulders. She laid it with the rest of the clothing. She now stood in
front of the men almost completely unclothed. She was deliciously thrilled to
see the effect it was having on them.
"Do you want me to take off my brassiere but leave my slip on David?," she
enquired.
David nodded and Beverley fumbled with the clips of the small silk brassiere,
undoing them and pulling the thin straps down her arms before pulling garment up
under the front of the petticoat.
She was naked now apart from the thin shift, stockings, and high-heeled
shoes.
"Pull your petticoat up and let's see your cunt again," demanded Sydney in
his vulgar manner.
Beverley gathered the hem of the petticoat in her hands and pulled it up to
her waist, stepping forward slightly to place her vagina closer to David's eyes.
"No darling" Sydney interjected: "It's not him that'll be fucking you.
Illegal you know."
Beverley had a sudden feeling of panic and frustration. She stood in front of
them with her womanhood bared, not knowing if she was going to be satisfied.
"I think that Sid's the one that should fuck you first. What do you think
Beverley?." Don's voice broke into her anxiety.
"Yes, Yes!," Beverley panted "Please Sydney."
"Please?. Please what?. What do you say?" enquired Sydney in a malevolent
tone.
"Sorry Sir," Beverley said distractedly. "Please fuck me!." No response so
again Beverley said agitatedly "Please fuck me in front of this other gentleman
and your son."
She was almost beside herself with desire and frustration by now and thrust
her bare behind in the direction of Don and Sid. She spread her legs wide apart
and bent over at the waist, showing them her vagina from behind. It was now
becoming very moist and they could visibly see it glistening with moisture.
Sydney had taken off his trousers and underpants. He placed both his hands on
Beverley's hips and thrust his penis into her.
Beverley thought she would die with relief and let out a long "Ohhh" of
fulfilment. Then she said desperately "David... David come round to the front
and kiss me." She was going to have a piece of the boy if it was the last thing
she did.
David went and faced Beverley and looked into her pleading face. She looked
absolutely stunning; her beautiful features screwed up in pleasure and her small
breasts hanging down inside the drooping front of her petticoat.
Beverley saw the direction his eyes had strayed and she took the hands that
were supporting her, off her knees. Panting and groaning with desire she roughly
pulled the top of the slip down off her breasts and cupped the small, sensitive
mounds in her palms.
David was surprised to see that Beverley's distended nipples were lactating
quite freely.
Beverley was gasping and groaning, squeezing her breasts and feeling the milk
flowing. She puckered up her beautiful lips and David kissed them tentatively.
Beverley thrust her tongue into his mouth as she felt Sydney coming into her in
a long hot gush.
She squeezed her breasts tighter and the milk squirted out of each one
strongly.
Sydney had withdrawn from Beverley and she was still bent over, her hands now
on either side of David's face kissing him violently, her breasts swinging free
and still profusely spurting milk, when a woman's voice broke in.
"What have we here then?."
Beverley straightened up in confusion to see two females standing in the
main, portico style doorway. They'd both obviously been drinking and were
surveying the scene with something between amazement and laughter.
The younger of the two, a very pretty teenager, staggered over to Beverley's
vacated chair and picked up one of Beverley's gin and tonics, finishing it off
in one swallow.
The elder woman, a beautiful brunette in her early thirty's, picked up the
other one of Beverley's drinks and, slowly sipping it, again demanded to know
what was going on.
As Sydney was haltingly telling the woman, who was obviously his wife, what
had happened, Beverley straightened out the little she was wearing. She managed
to cover her lower regions with the petticoat skirt and her breasts with the
upper part. She couldn't, however, stop her nipples from lactating and had to
stand in front of them all oozing milk through the slip top.
You dirty sod" said Sid's wife at the end of his monologue "You mean to say
we have this girl to play with all night and you weren't going to tell me?."
David in the meantime had been trying unobtrusively to pull up his jeans. His
mother saw him out of the corner of her eye and said sharply: "Stop that you
oversexed little bugger. Let's get to the bottom of this while we can."
Unaware of the accidental pun, she approached Beverley and said in a sharp
tone of voice. "Pull the front up you slut," indicating Beverley's petticoat
skirt.
Beverley's eyes went in desperation to Don's but, seeing him still looking
easy with the situation, she felt her hands move to the lace hem of the
petticoat and she drew it up her legs to the waist, baring her wet vagina to the
older woman's gaze.
"Open your legs you bitch," snapped Sid's wife.
Beverley, now helplessly in the grip of events, did as she was told, placing
her legs apart and looking with a despairing glance down at herself as Sid's
wife felt at her vagina.
Beverley could see that Sydney's juices were all seeping out of her slit and
onto the palm of his wife who started to clean off her hand by rubbing it into
Beverley's pubic hair.
Beverley was horrified to discover that she was responding to the older
woman, her cunt visibly throbbing as she was touched and stroked by strange
hands.
Sid's wife suddenly remarked. "You've been feeding this bitch that stuff you
brought back from Thailand haven't you?." She looked suspiciously at Sydney and
suddenly burst out laughing: "You have, haven't you?."
Sydney, suddenly a shade bolder, said "Your going to laugh on the other side
of your face in about five minutes Elizabeth. Both you and Jennifer have drunk
Beverley's drinks."
Elizabeth looked at him thunderstruck and whispered "You mean to say that
you've fed your wife and daughter that muck?."
Beverley was beginning to comprehend that she'd been given some kind of
aphrodisiac. She'd always been led to believe that they didn't work. This one,
however, certainly seemed to be more than adequate.
Elizabeth was trying to come to terms with the fact that both herself and her
daughter had inadvertently ingested the stuff and decided to take her fury out
on Beverley. Paying little or no heed to the fact that her two offspring were
present Elizabeth hissed: "Right you bitch. Get out of the rest of them clothes
double quick!. If you're that fucking desperate for a shag I'll get you the
roughest shag you're ever going to have."
