Chapter 6: Patsy

We had been in the club for an hour or so, and on the sofa for just five minutes, when a very big butch dyke, even bigger than Cheryl, came over to us and greeted Cheryl as an old friend, which it turned out she was. Patsy, as she was called, looked at me, my hard nipple with Cheryl’s hand resting on it and my tiny skirt with her other hand sliding under the edge. “So, is this your slutty little princess I have been hearing so much about?” she asked Cheryl.

“Well, yes, she is a princess and yes, she is very much mine,” replied Cheryl, before adding “and she is definitely a little slut, aren’t you babe?” I blushed as usual and lowered my eyes in a bashful, shy way.

“Well, are you a little slut?” demanded Cheryl, “Patsy wants to know.”

Looking up at the big woman towering over me, in a small weak voice, I confessed “Yes, I am Cheryl’s little slut” before adding “I love her and will do anything for her.” They both laughed and when Patsy asked if she could join us Cheryl simply said “Of course, you are my oldest friend and you should be with us. Squeeze up little slut and make room for Patsy.”

The big woman lowered her large backside into the narrow space between the sofa arm and me, and as she wriggled into place put her arm round my shoulder and, like Cheryl, dropped her hand onto my other breast. “You don’t mind if I touch do you” she said although I am not sure if she was speaking to me or to Cheryl. It did not matter as Cheryl immediately said “No problem – what’s mine is yours and I am teaching the little slut that sharing is good, so touch what you like.”

And so that was it – I was to be shared with Patsy, but in what way and for how long I had no idea. As we sat there, with me squashed between the two big women, each with a hand massaging a breast and tweaking a nipple, Patsy smoothly dropped her hand onto my bare thigh and slid it up the inside of my thigh, under the skirt, straight to my wet pussy, where Cheryl’s fingers were already toying with my clitoris. I have no idea how many people saw me sandwiched between these dykes, being so obviously played with, with my arms trapped behind their big bodies, but I did not doubt that those who did would have called me a slut, a big one at that, not just little slut.

When Patsy leaned in and told me to give her a kiss, I reluctantly but willingly turned my head to hers and opened my lips for the demanded kiss. As we kissed, which was surprisingly enjoyable, two fat digits were suddenly embedded in my wet pussy. But it was only as they seemed to move apart and stretch my virginal walls in different directions, I realised the two fat fingers belonged to both women. They burst out laughing as the look of realisation spread across my face.

About an hour later, we all three left the club together and walked back to our home, my skirt rucked up behind and each with a hand caressing my bare bum. Once at home, I was stripped in seconds, thrown on the bed and for the rest of the night had my first threesome experience, with my abusers taking it in turns to do whatever took their fancy. It was nearly midday on Sunday when Patsy left. My already bruised and sore breasts from Ronald, were now a mess of love bites and scratches. My pussy was red, swollen and rubbed raw, and the final indignity, my anus was still gaping from the last pounding with the largest of the strap-on’s we had.

I was exhausted and satiated. The walk to the station was slow and painful at times, and for the first time, I sat on the train back to London and did not masturbate, I was just too tired and sore to bother. But as I sat there, I had a disturbing phone call from Cheryl, asking how I was, but quickly moving to the main reason for her call.

“I told you I wanted you to be ready to share yourself with others, and now we know you are. From now on you will be shared with pervy Ronald, every two weeks, maybe not always in the park and I do not know yet how far I am prepared to let him go with you, but be prepared for anything. And now I am also sharing you with Patsy, every two weeks again, but not the same two as I think your boobs need to recover from Ronald’s gummy teeth. She will join us, maybe for a few hours, maybe for whole day and night or maybe for the whole weekend. And you will be prepared to do anything with her too. Do you understand all that.”

I meekly said I understood, and we ended the call with her telling me she loved me and she was doing all these things for me because she knew this was what I wanted, even if I did not know so myself. Those last words gave me a warm glow and I realised she was not only giving me her love but what I truly needed to become what I am.

There was one final indignity that was inflicted on me during that summer of love and abuse. One Saturday afternoon, after I had enjoyed the attentions of both Cheryl and Patsy since 6.00pm on Friday and all I wanted was to sleep and recover, they told me to get dressed as they had a present for me that we needed to collect. Throwing me one of my flimsy little sundresses, and a pair of flat ballet shoes, they dragged me out the door and down the stairs before the dress had even fallen below my buttocks. Patsy’s car was parked outside and as we climbed in a loving caress of my backside from one of them ushered me into the back of the car.

We drove off and headed towards the suburbs – I had no idea where we were going as I really did not know Manchester outside the centre – and after about 30 minutes we entered a fairly seedy looking area. We pulled into a small carpark opposite a row of run-down shops, with a betting shop, a grocer and a hairdresser’s salon, and on the end of the row a shop with a blacked-out front window, with a neon sign glowing feebly saying SEX Shop.

My two butch escorts told me to get out and then, each taking an arm, marched me across the road directly towards the sex shop. Opening the door, a bell rang as we walked in. The shop was empty but a curtain at the back was pulled aside and a man appeared who looked as unpleasant as my Ronald (oh God, I was thinking of him as MY Ronald now!). Patsy called out to him “Hi Charlie, we brought our little slut to get her present. Is it ready for her?”

He mumbled something and waved us towards the curtain at the back of the shop. As we walked towards it, I could see the shop was full of sex aides, toys, cheap sexy lingerie, CDs, magazines, and books. We all moved into the small store room, and with all four of us in there it was cramped and hot. Charlie went to a shelf and picked up a small package which he gave to Patsy. As she opened it, I could feel his eyes roaming over me, and staring particularly at the two tents my nipples were making through the little dress.