Chapter Three.
With trembling hands, Beverley plucked the thin straps of the petticoat off
her smooth shoulders and let the garment drop to the floor.
"And the rest slut!." Elizabeth's voice seemed to be crackling with rage by
now and Beverley was becoming quite frightened. She lifted first one foot, then
another and removed her high heels. She then undid the white garter belt and
took her stockings off with it.
Now completely naked, Beverley tried to conceal herself with her arms till
Elizabeth's voice broke in "Feet apart and arms raised facing the company you
cheap whore."
The trembling Beverley raised her lovely arms above her head and placed her
legs astride, her eyes closed and a tear gently flowing down each beautiful
cheek.
"Eyes open you cow and look at them," Elizabeth ordered. "I want you to tell
us all what a fucking bitch you are. Go on, go ahead." The last was said in a
tone of low menace.
Beverley looked at the assembled company in despair and said in a low voice:
"I'm a bitch."
"What's that?." Elizabeth sneered: "No one can hear you. I'm certain you're
more than just a bitch. Don't you agree?" The last was said in such fierce
tones that Beverley couldn't appease Elizabeth fast enough.
"Yes Elizabeth" she stammered "I must be the biggest whore in town. I'll let
anybody fuck me and feel my bare cunt. Just tell me who and I'll show you what a
slut I can be." Beverley let her hands drop to either side of her vagina and
she desperately pulled the lips apart, showing the deep pink inner lips to the
entire gathering.
She felt a strange desire for this debasement to go on and on. In the back of
her mind she knew that the thrill of this humiliation must be in some way
connected to the concoction that Sydney had given her but she had gone past
caring.
"That's it Beverley," Elizabeth almost crooned: "Plenty of bad language and
coarseness to show how bloody cheap you are. Just keep up the banter while I
emphasise some of your more obviously whorish features.
Whilst Elizabeth was fumbling in her purse, Beverley was wretchedly thrusting
out her naked breasts and vagina, first at Sid, then Don, David and even
Jennifer, declaiming to them what a bitch and whore etc. she was.
"Hold still cow!." snapped Elizabeth. She'd produced some lipstick from her
purse and was uncapping it.
Beverley held still as Elizabeth took the top off the lipstick. It was a
cheap bright crimson, not the kind that Beverley would even contemplate
purchasing. She pursed her lips in readiness for Elizabeth to apply the lipstick
but Elizabeth laughed and said: "Not your lips yet you cunt. First them
disgusting spurting lumps you call tits. Squat cow! ."
Elizabeth had seated herself on a low TV table and made Beverley open her
legs wider and squat in a frog like fashion in front of her, her bare backside
facing Jennifer who was sitting in the chair.
Beverley thrust her small, naked breasts out to Elizabeth who started to
apply the lipstick liberally to each gushing nipple, extending each aureole
beyond its natural boundary
Whilst Elizabeth was painting her nipples, Beverley felt a tentative touch on
her wide-open, wet slit. She knew it was Jennifer's foot but she didn't dare
take her eyes off Elizabeth whilst this intrusion into her body was going on.
Elizabeth, finishing the breasts and turned her attention to Beverley's
vagina, Jennifer's foot having been hurriedly snatched away.
"Tell me Beverley. Where do you want me to put the lipstick on next?." Again
the low menacing tone.
"Please put some lipstick on my cunt. Then when you've got it all sticky I
want you to put plenty on my lips. Beverley meekly said
"That's nice you bitch," said Elizabeth, applying the lipstick all over
Beverley's clitoris and inner lips, getting the application thoroughly covered
in a combination of Beverley's and Sydney's juices. "Pucker up now whore."
Beverley pursed her beautiful lips and Elizabeth laid the crimson stick
around Beverley's delightful mouth with a vengeance, trying to make her look as
sluttish as possible.
Beverley could taste her own juices on the greasy surface of her lips and
nervously ran her little pink tongue over them.
"Don't get up yet cunt," said Elizabeth, going into one of the bedrooms.
"Just finger yourself till I get back."
David and Jennifer had come round to the front and watched curiously as
Beverley, still squatting, pushed her forefinger and middle finger into the wet
slit. You could hear the loud smacking and squelching as she worked her fingers
in and out of herself. Beverley's mouth was half-open as she groaned and gasped
in front of the two young people. Everyone was now fully dressed leaving poor
Beverley the sole centre of lustful attention.
Elizabeth came back into the room with a white garment in her hands.
"Stand up cow" she snapped.
Beverley extracted her fingers from her throbbing slit and, looking straight
at Jennifer, put them in her mouth and licked all the juice off with her little
pink tongue.
Beverley now felt as sluttish and lustful as Elizabeth had been insisting she
was. God!. What was that stuff Sydney had slipped her. She looked down at
herself and could see her crimsoned nipples standing out hard and proud, little
jets of milk pumping out as she moved her breasts.
Glancing further down she saw that her clitoris was wet and rigid, standing
out from her swollen vagina. She suddenly wanted another penis inside her.
Elizabeth had been looking out of the window and she suddenly turned and
said: "OK, he's out there again tonight. Put this on."
Beverley examined the garment Elizabeth had handed her and saw it was a
small, tight white cotton skirt.
"Mum" complained Jennifer: "That's my skirt."
"Yes" Elizabeth retorted: "I told you to get rid of it because it made you
look like a tart. Now the real tart can wear it."
As Beverley was struggling into the tiny garment, Elizabeth explained that
the neighbourhood had been plagued by a tramp who'd been reported for lurking
around and peeing in their gardens. He was there again this evening.
"Now you'll satisfy the bastard shortly." she hissed savagely: "I know what
that stuff does to you and I'm sure you can't wait to get at it."
She was right. Beverley could feel the thrill of excitement as she
contemplated taking this 'bit of rough'.
Elizabeth picked up Beverley's knickers and chiffon blouse. She handed the
blouse for Beverley to put on and examined the waistband of the knickers before
taking a small pair of scissors and neatly clipping the elastic retaining band
on the waist.
"You're going to have to hold them up now," she said with grim humour. "You
go out of here wearing the skirt, blouse, knickers and high heels. You come back
wearing nothing. We'll all be watching from the bedroom window. Now is that
understood? ."
Beverley nodded mutely, pulling up the knickers with some difficulty under
the tight skirt and donning her lovely green chiffon blouse over her wet, red
smeared breasts.
She caught a glimpse of herself in the hall mirror as she went to the front
door. Her hair was still tidy, framing her beautiful face, but Elizabeth had
laid on the lipstick heavily to make Beverley look as sluttish as possible. Her
small breasts were clearly visible through her transparent blouse and the tarty
white skirt barely came to mid-thigh.
She put on her sling-backs and nervously slipped out of the door.
Beverley discovered that the door they'd come into the house through must've
been the back door, as this door lead out into a pleasant grove with comfortable
detached houses on either side.
She caught sight of the tramp, looking through the dustbins that had been
left under a lamppost about fifty yards down the grove.
Beverley slowly walked in his direction, holding onto her knickers through
the skirt as she felt them slipping off her lower belly.
She stopped in front of the tramp who gave her an insolent look, which
quickly turned into a leer as he took in her beauty.
Beverley took her hand away from her skirt and looked him directly in the
eye. She felt the smooth silk of the knickers slip down her legs. She quickly
moved her feet further apart, to catch knickers at knee level.
"Hi" she said brightly. "What do you think of me darling?. Would you like a
free fuck?." Never having been in this position before, Beverley was quite at a
loss on how to introduce the subject of intercourse with this repulsive
creature.
"You mean you want me to fuck you lady?." he asked incredulously. He couldn't
believe his luck. This beautiful woman, although looking a bit whorish at the
moment, actually wanted him to fuck her. He had to believe it though as
Beverley's knickers had now slipped down to mid-calf and she was saying: "Do you
want me to take these knickers off?."
He just nodded numbly and Beverley bent over and removed her knickers
altogether, throwing them into the hedge at the side.
He saw Beverley's hard nipples thrusting through the sheer, green blouse and
he could've sworn he saw them lactating.
Beverley knew that she could never behave like this under any other
circumstances and she hoped, spitefully, that Elizabeth and her daughter had
taken a good dose of the aphrodisiac.
"Come on then," she hissed fiercely: "Get your bloody pants off and let's see
your prick."
She started to pull her skirt up her legs whilst he was fumbling with himself
and, in her impatience the tight skirt finally tore down the front seam. She
took the two sides in her hands and ripped it wide open, baring her swollen
pussy to the man. It was still daubed with the crimson lipstick that Elizabeth
had applied and was soaking wet through.
"Do you think you're capable of fucking this?." Beverley said, undoing the
buttons on the waistband of her skirt and letting it drop into the culvert under
the hedge.
Beverley looked at the man, who by now had managed to get his trousers off
and saw, with a curious thrill, that he had the largest penis she'd ever seen in
her, so far, limited sexual experience.
Beverley had an idea that could save her face if any of this became public.
At the moment she wanted to be seen being fucked by this man but, at the back of
her mind, she knew that self-recrimination would be an awful thing if any of her
friends heard about it. She'd therefore decided to try and get the tramp to use
a certain amount of force.
She took stock of herself, stood in front of the tramp with just the thin
green blouse and high heeled shoes on. All of her lower body was exposed to him.
He was now panting with desire. His large member stiff and threatening and
looking none too clean.
"Rip my blouse off you fucking animal." Beverley whispered to him:
Not needing to be provoked too much, the tramp seized the flimsy neck of her
blouse and tore it off her body leaving Beverley as naked as the day she was
born.
Beverley saw one or two dim lights on in the surrounding houses and, in her
present mood, hoped that she was being observed demeaning herself in this way.
She knew for a fact that one house was watching with interest.
Not wanting the dirty vagrant on top of her lovely white body, she persuaded
him to lie down on the grass verge.
"I'll suck your prick for you," said Beverley gently.
Kneeling in front of him and taking the huge, dirty penis in her delicate
mouth she barely repressed a shudder.
She could feel his penis straining and, to avoid him coming in her mouth and
because her vagina was aching for intercourse she stood, spread legs on either
side of his body and gently lowered herself onto the stiff wet cock.
With her high heels digging into the grass, Beverley looked down at herself
and brought her fingers down on each side of her vagina, spreading the lips wide
open. Curling her two smaller fingers round his rampant member she placed the
tip of it between her swollen moist labial lips and lowered her body down onto
the straining shaft.
Shuddering and gasping in frenzy Beverley watched as his huge penis thrust
itself into her slit "Oooh God. Fuck me... fuck me... Fuck me dirty you filthy
bastard," moaned Beverley, heaving herself about on top of his penis, the sticky
wet slapping sounds from her cunt magnified in the still evening air.
At that moment Beverley was wishing that the whole estate was watching her.
All sense of reason seemed to leave her as she grabbed both her small breasts
and thrust them down into the tramp's face.
"Suck them you fucker," Beverley demanded fiercely. "Fucking suck me dry."
She squeezed her breasts and small jets of milk hit the man in the face as he
put his lips around one distended crimsoned nipple.
Beverley looked down at herself again in morbid fascination at allowing this
drink sodden wreck to penetrate her. She could see his large prick, glistening
now with her own juices, forcing her tender pink lips apart each time she pushed
up from his dirty body.
Frantically she fingered around the area of her vagina, lubricating her
fingers with her wet discharges. Then she thrust first her middle finger, then
her forefinger into herself alongside his penis:
"Ooh God" she groaned: "I don't think you have enough spunk in you to satisfy
me you useless prick."
The Beverley of yesterday would not have used bugger, never mind the language
she was now using and the acts that she was involving herself in.
She suddenly felt a throbbing and spurting inside her and went frantic trying
to bring herself to a climax. She was now moaning and half-screaming, not
bothering if anyone could overhear her.
The tramp finished coming and went limp inside her very quickly.
Beverley still tried to finger herself to a climax but couldn't manage it.
Furious with him she pulled out his limp dick and, with his sperm trickling
down her inside legs, she straddled his face.
"Push your fingers in you bastard. Make me come." The last was a desperate
shouted demand to him.
The man reached up and inserted two of his filthy fingers into Beverley's
cunt. Moaning again and squeezing milk out of her breasts, Beverley half bent
and half stretched herself in the age-old rhythm in a frenzied attempt to quench
the burning need but to no avail.
Finally, with a look of disgust at the man, Beverley removed his fingers and
as if she were offering her cunt to be kissed, she thrust out her lower belly
and jabbed her own fingers into her vagina with a wet, smacking squelch.
Without bothering to check him or apologise, Beverley turned on her heels and
started to walk back to Elizabeth's house.
Nearing the house Beverley remembered Elizabeth's threatening instruction to
come back completely naked and, not knowing how explicit these instructions
were, she bent down and removed the high heeled shoes and threw them over the
nearest hedge.
Now entirely bare she padded down the road in an agony of frustration and
fear. The fear was equally divided into fear of discovery and fear of
Elizabeth's wrath. It seemed strange to Beverley that the fear of discovery was
tempered by a bizarre desire to be seen by anyone. The sight of a man unlatching
the gate in front of his house having walked his dog now piqued this feeling.
Beverley wondered what sort of a picture she now presented. She had no desire
to hide herself and her nakedness. On the contrary, she was beginning to feel an
overpowering urge to display her bare breasts and cunt to anyone. If they
happened to be strangers so much the better.
Another peculiar symptom was manifesting itself also. Beverley's vagina was
becoming distinctly swollen and tender to the touch and, whereas she wouldn't
welcome the pain at handling herself before, she now had a strange feeling of
anticipation of the sweet torment she could give herself by fingering her wet
throbbing slit. Pondering this Beverley concluded that there must be some kind
of mind-bending property in the drugs she'd been slipped
Beverley padded silently up to the man on her bare feet.
He became aware of her with a small start and, after looking at her in
astonishment, he looked her up and down with a lewd look that she was to become
used to. This time though there was an air of guilty furtiveness about the look
as he glanced shiftily over his shoulder.
He looked back at her and, putting a finger to his lips he whispered: "Not
too much noise."
Beverley thought the remark odd but she was so aroused by now she didn't
care.
Wondering what to say Beverley whispered fiercely: Do you want me to spread
my slit for you?."
The man was caught on the hop so to speak and said: "You're what?."
Beverley, never having had to speak like this before, spread her legs wide
apart and pulled the lips of her vagina open. Inserting the first two fingers of
her right hand, she whispered again: "My slit, cunt, hole, crack. Call it what
you will do you want to get a close look at my filthy gash?.
She was frantically thrusting her fingers in and out of her vagina by now.
The smacking sloppy sounds coming from it were partly Beverley's juices and
partly the tramp's semen.
Beverley pulled her soaking fingers from her vagina and started to lick the
fluid from them, slowly squatting down in front of the man and baring her cunt
lips even more
She was now distractedly sucking at her fingers whilst inserting the fingers
of her other hand into her burning slit. She could feel the rough gravel from
the path scratching the cheeks of her behind and she tried to grind it into the
path even more in an attempt to gratify herself through pain.
"Do you want to slap me then?," she suddenly asked him. "Sting my bottom,"
she urged.
The man cocked his head and suddenly paled slightly. Then he hastily went
into his cottage leaving Beverley alone, naked and craving under the pale
streetlight.
She resumed her nude passage to Elizabeth's house hoping to find the
satisfaction she craved there. She was also nursing a growing sense of outrage
that concentrated itself on Elizabeth and her daughter Jennifer.
