Chapter Four.
Beverley went round to the back door of the house, the one that Sid had
brought them in earlier in the evening. As Elizabeth had told Beverley, they'd
all been watching her performance from one of the bedroom windows.
As the naked girl went from the kitchen and into the hallway, she saw them
all coming down the stairs. On top of their accidental ingestion of whatever it
was that Sid had slipped in the drinks, they'd obviously been very turned on by
Beverley's adventure in the street.
Both Elizabeth and her daughter Jennifer had removed their evening dresses
and both were wearing very sexy underwear.
Elizabeth, regardless of her young son being present, had her right hand down
the front of her black silk French knickers. She slowly stroked herself as she
eyed the naked girl who'd just entered.
Jennifer, in a similar state of undress, was staring at the naked Beverley
with an almost predatory look. She had both hands inside the small cups of her
little, lacy green brassiere and was kneading her small breasts frantically.
Just then she surprised and shocked Beverley. Jennifer took her right hand out
of her bra cup, pulling the pink tipped little mound out with it. She looked
around for the nearest man, who happened to be her father Sid, and immediately
cuddled up to him, fumbling with the zip on his trousers and easing Sid's huge
hard penis out.
Elizabeth watched in excitement as her husband and daughter carried on.
Jennifer was running her small hand up and down her fathers shaft as she pulled
her little green briefs off the plump cheeks of her bottom and down to her
knees, hooking them on to her garter straps.
She opened her legs wide to reveal her pink wet slit, nestled in the centre
of a little bush of pubic hair. Beverley could hear an audible squelching sound
as the pretty girl thrust her eager fingers into the wet hairy cleft.
As Jennifer masturbated both herself and her father, Elizabeth's hand was
working frantically inside her black silk knickers. "Beverley" she commanded.
"You've been giving David some sex education. Well you can come over here and
show him where he came from."
The slightly scandalised girl looked across at David who was eyeing her naked
body with undisguised greed. Taking him over to his mother she said. "Look
David. It's hard to believe you once came from here isn't it?." Beverley took
the waistband of Elizabeth's fragile black knickers and pulled them down over
Elizabeth's tummy to her upper thighs.
Elizabeth had a huge bush of pubic hair covering her pubic area. "Pull it
open Beverley" she ordered breathlessly. "Pull it open and show David."
Beverley placed her crimson fingernails on each of Elizabeth's labial lips
and pulled them apart. The glistening pink insides of Elizabeth's vagina were
revealed to the sexually curious boy. He looked with satisfaction at the
beautiful naked girl kneeling in front of his partially clothed mother, pulling
her cunt lips apart, and felt his little penis grow hard again.
And so the whole group looked at the bare girl as they mutually masturbated
each other, the only exception being Don.
When they'd finished and adjusted their clothing, Jennifer went across to
Beverley.
"Mummy wants me to get you bathed and changed," she said brightly. "We're all
going to go out."
Beverley looked at the hall clock and was surprised to discover that it was
only ten-o-clock.
"Where are we going?" asked Beverley, not caring as long as she could satisfy
the burning need that had now built up inside her.
"Back to the pub where Daddy and Don picked you up. They put on something
rather special after closing time. Now get a shower while I get changed."
Beverley showered and shampooed her hair. She then she went into Jennifer's
bedroom to blow-dry it.
Jennifer had put her hair into a pony tail. She had on a crisp, white blouse
and a grey pencil skirt buttoning down the back. With her white ankle socks and
neat black sneakers she looked younger by far than she had done.
"How old are you anyway? ," enquired Beverley.
"Seventeen" Jennifer replied. Beverley suspected she'd added a couple of
years on as teenagers tended to. She appeared even younger than that now she had
taken off her make up and had adopted a teenage style of facial beauty aides.
As Jennifer was drying Beverley's hair in front of the dressing table mirror,
Elizabeth came into the room.
"Has Jennifer told you were going out? ," enquired Elizabeth. When Beverley
mutely nodded she went on: "I'm a dress designer and I've just the thing for you
to wear when you're ready. Jennifer, put her hair in an Alice band and leave it
free to the shoulders."
Beverley was impatient to satisfy herself and found that she was becoming
more and more suggestible as the night wore on. She was quite willing to do
anything Elizabeth demanded as long as they got on with it.
"Let me check your hands dear," said Elizabeth, in a suspiciously kind voice.
"Oh dear me. The fingernails are much too long and that nail polish will have to
go. The rings too," she threw in as an afterthought
"It's OK," Jennifer whispered, taking Beverley's wedding and engagement
rings. "I'll put them safe till we get back." She then took Beverley' hands and
started to cut her beautiful nails down to not too short a style. Afterwards she
removed her scarlet nail polish and put on some clear varnish that made the
nails shine in a pretty fashion.
While Jennifer had been ministering to Beverley, Elizabeth had been bringing
some items of clothing into the bedroom and putting them onto Jennifer's bed.
"I want her smelling of baby oil and talcum powder," she instructed Jennifer.
Turning to Beverley Elizabeth said: "Due to you and that bloody husband of
mine, Jennifer and I have got ourselves into the same position as yourself. It's
more than made itself felt on me and Jennifer too. You'll appreciate how we're
going to feel before the night's through. By then you'll be climbing the walls,
as it gets much worse. It has a funny effect on the mind as well so, before we
get too affected, we've decided you'll provide the bulk of the entertainment for
tonight. Jennifer is our daughter, You're to be our other daughter only you'll
be much younger than Jennifer when we've finished with you. Is that understood?
." The last in a tone that brooked no argument.
"Yes" meekly from Beverley.
"Yes Mummy," from Elizabeth.
"Yes Mummy," again meekly from Beverley. She'd just noticed how gorgeous
Elizabeth was looking. It was as if the drug, whatever it was, had brought out a
bloom in her. She was dressed in a classy two-piece suit in blue, A deeper blue
blouse, coffee coloured nylons and blue high heels. Beverley could see why
Elizabeth was a dress designer. Her taste was immaculate.
"Put these on." said Elizabeth, handing her a small, pastel blue pair of
knickers. They were satin and, when Beverley pulled them on she discovered they
were in the style of a small child's with lace trim. They pulled snugly up to
her navel.
She donned the clothes as Elizabeth handed them to her. No brassiere but a
frilly little vest, again in satin but pastel pink. Then a little girl's dress,
also in pastel pink, that was gathered under her small breasts and then flared
out to end in delicate lacing halfway down her thighs. Very party piece she
thought secretly.
To finish the effect she put on a pretty pair of white ankle socks with
little lace frills at the top, and patent leather dolly shoes. Looking at
herself in the full length mirror, Beverley gasped. With her fair hair falling
to her shoulders, held by the Alice band, the teenage make up lightly applied to
her pretty face, and the little party dress with the puffed up shoulders at the
top of the sleeves, Beverley looked for all the world to be three or four years
younger than Jennifer.
She felt a thrill of desire as she viewed herself till Elizabeth pulled her
up short: "We have a little matter to resolve before we go out Beverley. Who
gave you permission to put on a show for that bastard who lives down the Grove?
."
Beverley hung her head and whispered: "Nobody Mummy." She was learning to
respond as was expected of her.
"What do you think we should do about such a disobedient child?" Elizabeth
asked sternly.
Still with her eyes cast down, but with a secret thrill, Beverley said: "I
suppose you should smack me."
"Right," said Elizabeth: "Do you think it warrants a normal smacking or the
cane?"
Not wanting to appear too anxious for punishment Beverley stammered: "The
cane Mummy, but don't be too hard on me please." She managed to squeeze a
little tear out of her eyes with this plea. She looked adorable, stood in front
of Elizabeth and Jennifer dressed in her little girl's outfit and looking
contrite.
"Right," snapped Elizabeth: "Out in front of Daddy and Uncle Don with you.
We'll have to make your punishment public to teach you a lesson."
Biting her lip to hold back a smile at her husband being referred to as Uncle
Don, Beverley went down to the living room where the two men and David eyed her
with undisguised admiration.
"Stand in the middle of the room child," snapped Elizabeth.
Beverley looked a picture as she stood in front of the company dressed in her
little party frock, ankle socks and dolly shoes. She found that she was even
thinking childishly as she hung her head and waited for Elizabeth's initiative.
"Tell them what a bad girl you've been and what Mummy is going to do to you
as a punishment," Elizabeth commanded.
In a small, little girl's voice, Beverley haltingly told them how naughty she
had been. "I shouldn't have shown my pussy to a man that Mummy didn't want me to
and I want Mummy to cane me for it," she ended contritely
"Pussy!!!" exclaimed Elizabeth: "She means her bloody hole. In front of that
nasty bastard down the Grove. What are you going to do before I cane you, you
naughty little girl? ."
Beverley looked fearfully around the room and said in the small voice: "Pull
my knickers down and bend over?"
"Well get on with it then," demanded Elizabeth.
Beverley positioned herself in the middle of the room so that they all had a
good view of her. She looked around hesitantly then, with a trembling sigh, she
pulled up the front of her little dress to reveal her fancy satin knickers. They
were in the brief bloomers style, covering her slightly swelling tummy and
gathered at the legs with elasticised fancy lace.
She hooked her thumbs into the waistband of the knickers and, still holding
her frock up with her elbows so they could all see, she slowly pushed her
knickers down to her knees. She spread her legs to retain them in that position,
baring her recently swollen vaginal lips, pinkly peeping out through the profuse
pubic hair.
"Bend over and grab your ankles," Elizabeth demanded, now wielding a thin
cane wickedly.
Beverley bent down and caught hold of either ankle with a little sob. She was
frightened and more than a little excited by this bizarre scene.
They all looked at Beverley's bare bottom thrust upwards invitingly, the fold
of her cheeks leading down to her moist hairy vagina.
Beverley waited in dreadful anticipation for the first blow and when it came
it made her draw in her breath sharply with the shock.
Five more blows rained down onto Beverley's bare behind until it was afire
with a sweet, burning pain that made Beverley actually climax for the first time
that evening.
Half sobbing, smarting pain and gratification curiously intermingling, she
pulled her little knickers up and they made their way to the back door, David
tagging along with the group with neither Elizabeth nor his father objecting.
Walking down the moonlit road back to the pub, Beverley felt David's arm go
round her waist to comfort her and she gave him a little smile of gratitude.
As they progressed, she felt his right-hand slipping down past her waist to
her behind. Secretly thrilled she surreptitiously took his hand and guided it up
her frock behind to rest on her satin covered posterior.
Jennifer noticed the intimacy between the two of them and, it seemed in a fit
of pique, she reached behind her and undid three of the skirt buttons covering
her behind. Beverley could see her wriggling something down and, in the pale
glow of the moonlight, saw that Jennifer had bared her bottom. `A real piece of
mooning' she thought wryly.
Jennifer moved over to her brother's left-hand side and took his other hand.
The three of them were lagging slightly behind Sydney, Elizabeth and Don and,
with a little mischievous giggle, Jennifer slipped David's hand inside the back
of her skirt to her bare bottom. Beverley supposed she should feel shocked, but
couldn't summons up any righteous indignation in her present mood of immodesty
and pure erotic emotion. It seemed that the drug, whatever it was, removed any
inhibitions about incest. Instead she felt round her own behind, took the
waistband of her frilly knickers and pulled them down past the still smarting
cheeks of her bottom to the tops of her thighs, somewhat hobbling her walking
action.
Then, taking David's right hand, she guided his fingers under her anus to the
crack of her vulva, encouraging him to insert them.
David pushed two fingers into Beverley's vagina, thrilling her again, and the
party proceeded in that fashion to the pub, only hurriedly readjusting
themselves upon reaching the doors of that establishment.
Elizabeth had been saying to Sydney how she had rung ahead of them and the
Landlord was expecting them, This proved to be the case as the landlord met
them at the door of the snug bar with effusive greetings.
"And this is our little schoolteacher!" introduced Elizabeth, proving that
Sydney had spilled the beans about Beverley's profession. "Isn't she as pretty
as a picture? ," Elizabeth went on, making Beverley do a little pirouette in
front of the man.
"My God!" he exclaimed: "I don't think we have ever come up with such an
innocent looking whore."
Whilst feeling somewhat nettled at the word whore, Beverley basked in his
overt admiration of her and timidly lifted her skirts to reveal her pretty pale
blue, satin knickers. They were straining out over her slightly swelling belly
and she heard the landlord's sharp intake of breath at the sight. Beverley could
feel her vagina just itching to be caressed. She had never felt so admired in
her life and was revelling in it.
"That's the point Terry," Elizabeth said to the landlord. "She's not any old
whore. She really is a schoolteacher. It so happens that lecherous Sid here has
been feeding her that muck he brought back from overseas. That makes her our
whore."
A new look came into the landlord's eyes as he looked Beverley up and down.
She preened a little in front of him and was a little shocked to hear herself
say in a tiny little girl's voice. "Mummy and Jennifer took some of that nasty
stuff too. I know. I saw them! ."
"Oh did they now? " Terry said, looking at Elizabeth and Jennifer with new
interest. They eyed him back with the same interest and Jennifer turned slightly
towards him. Beverley could see she still had the three buttons of her skirt
undone and, through the gap that was pulled open, you could see Jennifer's white
knickers quite clearly.
Clapping her hands together Beverley said excitedly "Will there be a floor
show tonight Mummy?."
Looking at her grimly Elizabeth said. "Don't worry your pretty little head
about that. You are the floor show."
With that they went into the bar that Beverley and the two men had been in
earlier that evening.
It was now emptier but still had a fair amount of customers. Mainly the
younger end of couples and singles of both sex. They all appeared to have drunk
a fair amount and were in a rather boisterous mood.
Beverley edged shyly into the room and was conscious of several lecherous
looks from both male and female patrons.
Elizabeth took control, introducing Beverley and Jennifer around as "My two
little girls."
Elizabeth bought a round of drinks. Alcoholic for the adults and large
lemonade's for Beverley and David. Beverley wasn't too worried as she seemed to
have a raging thirst and drunk the lemonade off in almost one draught;
"Watch your appetite young lady," scolded Elizabeth, getting her another.
"Come here and sit on my knee little girl."
Beverley looked round and saw that Terry, the landlord had joined them at
their table.
"Go on darling. It's all right with Mummy," urged Elizabeth.
Beverley went bashfully across to Terry and arranged herself on his lap. Not
particularly caring for the man but hiding it, she said: "What do I call you?."
Uncle Terry," broke in Elizabeth. "Why don't you tell Uncle Terry what a nice
little body you've got? ," she added slyly. "You'll be showing it to everybody
before the night's through."
Beverley felt a strange thrill run through her, as well as a little
apprehension, at the thought of being completely naked in front of all these
strangers.
"Yes," she almost lisped, (she couldn't seem to help herself). "I have a nice
little tummy button and my Mummy thinks my dinky buds are very pretty. They even
squirt milky at you when you squeeze them. I like to squeeze them a lot."
"Do you now? ," Terry remarked wryly: "I'm more of a pussy man myself."
"Ooh," Beverley exclaimed: "You mean my thingy? . I'm not to take my
knickers off for any stranger, am I Mummy? ."
"No dear. But Terry's hardly a stranger to me," Elizabeth said heavily,
causing Sydney to give her a quick, suspicious glance.
"You can let Uncle Terry put his hand up your skirt if he wants to. And I'm
sure he does." The last was said in a half undertone.
"Do you want to put your hand up my dress Uncle Terry? ," said Beverley in a
trembling little voice. "You can if you want to. My Mummy say's it's all right."
Terry put his hand onto Beverley's knee and pushed her little party frock
upwards revealing her pretty white thighs and the little satin 'V' of her
knickers.
"Ooh you are naughty Uncle Terry," scolded Beverley. "You're showing
everyone my knickers now" she said, trying to cover them up.
"Let them all see," snapped Elizabeth: "Serves you right for being a naughty
girl earlier on. Just you tell them what a naughty girl you've been."
Beverley then allowed Terry to push her dress up again and display the little
knickers to the whole pub, whilst she hung her head and, in the same trembling
little voice she whimpered:
"I've been a very naughty girl tonight. I pulled my knickers down for a
strange man that Mummy didn't like."
"Well don't be so ashamed of it" came the consoling voice of Terry: "It
looks like Mummy's up to the same tricks now."
Beverley looked over at Elizabeth.
She was looking more beautiful than ever but distinctly uncomfortable. She
had moved over to sit next to Don and was distractedly running her right hand
across the front of her smart blue skirt.
Beverley noticed that Elizabeth had already unzipped the side of her skirt
and had guided Don's hand inside. She found it oddly erotic that this other
woman was allowing her husband to feel her intimately.
She felt Terry's hand brushing up and down the front of her own knickers and
saw that most of the patrons were looking in that direction. She put her own
hand on top of Terry's and urged him to bare her vagina to the other customers.
He caught hold of the elastic and pulled it sideways exposing Beverley's wet
vagina for them all to see. She looked up at them all and deliberately spread
her legs as wide as she could. Her vagina unfolded like a petal under her pubic
hair and gaped moistly pink, her clitoris standing out and pulsating to the gaze
of them all.
Beverley then picked up her legs and, taking hold of each ankle, forced her
legs even wider allowing Terry's fingers to slip inside her cunt and slither in
and out.
"Ooh Uncle Terry," she gasped: "Your making my little tummy tremble. Kiss my
pussy please, Purleeze." The last was almost a whimper as she felt a resurgence
of desire.
Terry picked Beverley up and placed her on an empty table where the whole pub
could see her and spread her lovely legs wide apart again. Her vagina was now
visibly throbbing and glistening with moisture. Beverley pulled the lips apart
and watched him as he kissed all round the area and his tongue slipped inside
her.
"That's enough for now." This came from Elizabeth who, taking charge again,
had unbuttoned her skirt and was stepping out of it. "Stay on the table Beverley
darling." she said sweetly, unbuttoning her costume jacket and blouse and
shrugging them off her creamy shoulders. "Let everyone see what a naughty little
slut looks like."
Elizabeth now stood in a beautiful blue silk petticoat that hugged her figure
and ended at her knees in white lace.
Beverley nervously tried to stand up on the table but Elizabeth snapped "No
Beverley. Pull your skirts up high to show them all, then you can pull down your
little knickers and squat with your legs open till I tell you who is going to
fuck you. Do you think you can manage every man in here slut? ."
Beverley tugged the hem of her frock up past her knickers again.
Her little vest tried to slide down her tummy but Beverley snatched it up
with the dress and pulled them both up together.
"Higher you little cow." demanded Elizabeth fiercely. "Get the fucking thing
up to your breasts. I want you to ask these people if they will allow you the
privilege of exposing yourself to them."
Beverley was trembling now at Elizabeth's wrath. The drug seemed to have
taken a vicious turn with her.
She frantically tugged her dress and slip up past her lower rib cage to the
undersides of her small breasts. The right breast popped out under it she'd
pulled that far. The nipple was rock hard and it was oozing milk down her body.
"I want to show everybody here my cunt and tits Mummy. They do want to see me
don't they?" Beverley asked in a trembling voice.
Elizabeth seemed to relent somewhat and used a more conciliatory tone of
voice:
"OK Beverley darling. You can pull your frock down a little."
Beverley tucked her right breast under the dress and lowered it to her waist.
"Right," said Elizabeth: "Now lower your knickers Beverley."
Beverley pulled the knickers down to her knees and stood in front of
everyone, exposing her wet pulsating slit.
Elizabeth had asked Terry for a showpiece, old-fashioned chamber-pot he kept
behind the bar. She walked across to Beverley commandingly, dangling the potty
from her fingers:
"We want you cleaned out before we start don't we? Jennifer, get up behind
her and hold her over the potty. I am going to take video's of the action from
now on so I need my hands free."
Jennifer stood on the table behind Beverley and bent down and grabbed her
behind each knee. Beverley allowed Jennifer to pull her legs apart and suspend
her over the chamber pot. She knew she was going to have to urinate in front of
all these people so she decided to make a show of it.
She watched Elizabeth taking a video of her vagina and pushed her fingers
into the crack and started to pee. She had consumed quite a lot of lemonade and
the urine seemed to cascade out of her. Tears blurred her eyes as she wondered
what had happened to the cool, sophisticated schoolteacher. Here she was.
Dangling with her legs wide open in front of about sixty strangers, peeing for
them in preparation to getting fucked by them all.
She glanced down at her hairy cunt, just dribbling to a stop, and saw that
she'd almost filled the chamber pot.
She felt Jennifer's soft breasts on either side of her head and tried to take
comfort from their scented tenderness.
Jennifer had now stood her on her feet and Elizabeth ordered: "On your knees
doggy fashion."
Beverley assumed the position and she felt Jennifer push her frock up and
pull her knickers down to her ankles. Jennifer then placed Beverley's feet as
wide as they would go, and spread her knees even wider.
Pushing Beverley's head down, she placed two fingers into her vagina and
opened the lips. "Who wants to be the first to fuck this slut then?" she
demanded, running one finger up and down Beverley's throbbing slit.
Beverley heard a lot of movement but could not see who it was that first
penetrated her
"Ooooh," she groaned: "Please fuck me hard. Fuck me hard. Someone put a cock
into my mouth as well."
She felt the first man sliding in and out of her cunt as a second positioned
himself in front of her pretty tear streaked face and offered his large, hard
penis for her to suck.
Beverley took the man's penis into her mouth and moved her head up and down
over it.
She felt the first man ejaculate into her and another one take his place
immediately.
The second man was on the point of ejaculation when the one with his penis in
her mouth came quickly, forcing Beverley to swallow most of his sperm, a little
escaping and running down the side of her beautiful mouth.
So it went on. Beverley stopped counting after about eight or nine. She
herself did orgasm several times but it didn't seem to give her the satisfaction
she craved.
After a while the fucking stopped and Beverley assumed they had all taken
their respective turns.
"Right Beverley darling. Squat down in front of me," came the crooning voice
of Elizabeth.
Beverley did as she was told and saw that Elizabeth had allowed Don to pull
her slip up to her belly and insert his hand down the front of her silk
knickers. She was wearing smart, coffee coloured nylon stockings held with a
brief blue garter belt.
Beverley glanced down at her own cunt and saw it was oozing with sperm.
"Rub it in sweetheart," urged Elizabeth. "I want to get a good shot of you
doing it."
She was aiming the video at her vagina and Beverley reached between her legs
and rubbed away at herself, listening to the wet smacking sounds her cunt was
making. Looking at her fingers Beverley could see they were sopping with come.
"Put them in your mouth and then get some more." Elizabeth ordered.
Beverley did as she was told. Raising her sticky fingers to her mouth and
licking them clean, then repeating the process again and again.
Elizabeth had now produced a large white article and Beverley saw that it was
a novelty dildo made of white chocolate.
"Push it in deep now darling. We all want to hear you scream."
She handed the dildo to Beverley who hesitatingly placed the head of the
dildo between her cunt lips, and pushed it slowly into herself with a loud:
"Oooooh."
Beverley moved the dildo in and out of her wet slit, aware of all the eyes
upon her, and the fact that the dildo was melting with the heat and the
movement. In the meantime Jennifer was cutting through her dress and slip with a
pair of scissors to free her breasts for all to see.
She was now on the table in front of everyone. Naked apart from her dolly
shoes and socks. Pushing the melting dildo in and out of herself and panting and
groaning with desire. She looked the picture of lust.
"Don't forget folks," said Elizabeth: "There will be a matinee performance
tomorrow lunchtime.
The rest of the evening seemed to pass in a kind of dream to Beverley. She
remembered Elizabeth allowing Don to feel her up all the time. Jennifer slyly
getting fresh with her brother, and the odd macho man here and there coming back
to her for seconds, which she obliged.
Then the walk back to Elizabeth's house, Beverley again naked save for her
dolly shoes and socks. Beverley, Don, Sydney and Elizabeth all ended up in the
same large bed whilst Jennifer and David shared Jennifer's bedroom. It had been
a long night.
