Chapter 5: Sharing

It was a couple of weeks after my encounter in the park with my grubby pervert, who Cheryl had christened Ronald as we had first met him in McDonalds, that she suggested another walk to the same park. Once again, she told me to wear my button through dress but this time the top two buttons were left undone so the first button that was fixed sat just below my small breasts and plenty of cleavage was immediately obvious to any passer-by.

The next button she did up was the one on a level with my navel and the third was level with my pussy, and that was it - just three buttons done up out of nine. With my flat open sandals, that was all she gave me to wear as she led me out into the street. My thighs flashing with every step, glimpses of pink skin as the dress moved on my body and my nipples, already hard with the anticipation that somebody could see me, were forming tents in the thin material that was just about covering them.

When we reached the park, Cheryl stopped us at the gate, pulled me to her for a kiss and as I stretched up to meet her lips, suddenly flicked open the top button and then the bottom one, so only the button on my navel was still done up. “That looks so much better” she laughed as she led me into the park and around to the quiet corner where we had sat last time.

A shock was waiting for me as we turned the corner. I tried to stop abruptly, although with her arm round my shoulders, Cheryl kept moving me forward, towards the pervert Ronald who was sitting on the same bench as before. “Hi there Ronald, I wondered if you might be here – it is usually a Friday when we walk down here and I thought you might be waiting for us. I have brought my little slut with me because I know I promised you I would let you have another dirty play with her.”

He sat there, his lust filled eyes looking at my gaping dress and his tongue licking his lager-wet lips. Cheryl pushed me closer to him so my knees were touching his. “I have decided that as part of your slut training, I need to share you with somebody,” said Cheryl, in a very matter of fact voice, “and Ronald seems to be a deserving case.”

I was too speechless with shock to say anything, which was all she needed as my consent, if she was even asking for it. Pushing me forward again so I had to stand with my feet either side of his, the front of my legs touching the bench and my inner thighs rubbing against his filthy jeans, Cheryl gave us both our instructions.

“You can undo the last button yourself Ronald, then you can touch her anywhere you want, even inside her cunt like I promised. She will not move until I tell her she can. I am going to sit over there and watch you, and keep an eye out for people. You have five minutes to enjoy her. You can wank if you want but no fingers in her after you have cum, we do not want any of your perverted little tadpoles finding their way into her womb, do we? But you can cum on her legs or belly if you want. And as for you my little slut, you will stay there until Ronald’s five minutes are up. Oh Ronald, if you can make her cum too, I promise to bring her back again for you. OK lovebirds, your time starts now!”

Nervously, with shaking hands, Ronald reached for my final button, and carefully, as if he did not want to damage it, he pulled it wide open so he could see my whole naked body straddling his thighs. At first tentatively but, with increasing excitement and roughness, he began to explore every part of my body, and within the first minute he had two fingers embedded in my available and already wet cunt. My nipples were just at mouth height for him, and so, as he fingered me below, his mouth descended on each nipple in turn, sucking licking and then biting my big erect nubs. His other hand slid round my hip and grabbed my bum, a grubby digit finding my anus and trying to squeeze its way in.

Despite myself, the horror of being used by this tramp-like pervert, the humiliation of being given to him by the woman I loved, and the fear of being caught like this, my body once more betrayed me and I felt the now welcome sense of arousal running down from my brain and up from my invaded pussy to meet somewhere in my core. I found myself opening my legs wider for him, my knees bending to take as much of his fingers in to me as possible, a movement that allowed the finger on my anus to suddenly break through my anal ring.

Without thinking, I found myself resting my hands on his shoulders to keep my balance as I thrust my hips forward to fuck myself on his fingers, and I gasped, “If you make me cum, she will bring me back again for you. I am nearly there – just keep doing what you are doing - oh God, I am there already – I am cumminggggg!!!” as I squirted my fluids all over his hand and dirty jeans. I heard Cheryl tell him he had made me cum in three minutes so two minutes left to enjoy himself too.

As I struggled to regain my composure, his fingers still in my two slutty holes, I leaned forward and whispered to him “Do you want me to wank you? Then you can keep your fingers busy inside me. Do you want that?”

A silent nod of the head that was still gnawing on my red and sore nipples, was all I needed to humiliate myself even more. I reached down to the erect penis that was standing up from the filthy jeans, he must have undone them before we started, and I began to slide my hand up and down on his rigid member. It seemed bigger than it had looked last time, and filled my small hand comfortably.