I drifted off again. When I awoke, Liz was coming through the front door accompanied by the blonde I’d watched in the videos. They were both good looking. Well, Liz was good looking. She looked to be in her 30s. She had a nice figure. Not a porn star figure, but she looked like she kept in shape. Her dark brown hair was short and stylish. When Inga introduced us her brown eyes and warm smile regarded me in a knowing way that made me blush and stutter a little. She knew, of course, what had happened here this weekend. Maybe not all the details, but she knew what I’d done. That was the whole point of our stay, after all. I wondered if she’d seen the videos? I was guessing she had…

And Sarah… Sarah was a delight. She was probably a few years older than me. No more than 24 or 25. She was about my size.  Short and petite.  And blonde.  Her bright blue eyes sparkled mischievously, and she seemed full of boundless energy, gigging as she greeted me with a hug and a kiss, as if we’d been friends forever. I liked her instantly. I noticed that, like me, she wore a collar and had a name tag on it.  

“You’re so pretty,” she gushed, kissing me playfully again. She certainly wasn’t shy with her affections.

“I want to catch up with Inga for a bit. Why don’t you girls take a stroll in the park? It’ll give you a chance to get to know each other better.”  Liz asked once she and her… lover? Girlfriend? Pet? had brought in their luggage and had a chance to settle down with us in the living room. 

I looked to Inga, not wanting to go without her permission. She smiled at me indulgently.

“Go. Have fun.”

So we went…

*

We’d both changed. She’d been wearing jeans and a sweatshirt earlier, and I’d been wearing my nightie.  It was chilly, so we’d both put on coats. Under hers was a modest skirt, a blouse, and a sweater vest. Under mine was a borrowed sundress. Like I’d said, we were both about the same size.  There were a few others out walking, but not many, giving us the freedom to converse quietly about things that might be considered… taboo.  She quizzed me on how many times Inga had made me come, how much I’d enjoyed being tied up and used, if I was addicted to being a fuck toy yet. You know, the usual girl talk…

I answered truthfully, even telling her about the trio of strangers that Inga had left me with. She wanted details and I gave them, blushing furiously the entire time. By the time we reached the section of park that was less public I was entirely embarrassed. And wet. Very wet.

“I wish I would have been there.  Tied up along side of you and used like that. I’m a little jealous,” Sarah told me, sounding like she meant it.  

I laughed at that, feeling a familiar dampness between my thighs as I wondered what was going to happen.  It was growing dark, after all, and there weren’t any lights where we were… I didn’t need to wait long to find out.

“Help me with my coat.”

Breathless, I helped her out of it and held if for her as she got down on her knees in front of me.

“I want…” she said, sounding a little shy as she looked up at me from where she knelt and began caressing my thighs. I could feel her hand shaking a little. 

“Say it,” I told her, intuition kicking in, knowing what she wanted, knowing how humiliating it would be to admit it to someone she’d just met…

“I want to… eat your pussy, Amy,” she said, her voice soft and full of need.  “I want to tongue fuck you.  Please?”

I pressed my lips together, feeling my pussy react. I was wet. I wanted it too.  

“Take off your clothes.  Everything. I want to see you naked.”

She stood then and quickly stripped. She had a tattoo almost exactly like mine, only hers was a single padlock and the initials in the center were EM. Elizabeth McKenzie. Smiling shyly, I opened my coat up and lifted my dress far enough that she could see my tattoo as well, knowing that she could probably tell that my panties were drenched.

Not another word was said as she got down on hands and knees, worked my panties down my legs, and pushed her face into me. Her tongue felt delightful.   

I put my hand on her head, fingers clenching in her soft blonde locks, and held her there, enjoying the feel of her tongue on my wet pussy, swollen lips, and sensitive clit.

“Good girl,” I mumbled breathlessly as I watched her slip her hand between her thighs and finger herself as she eagerly ate my cunt, fucking herself vigorously as if it was a race to see who would come first…    

She won. I could feel as much as hear her moaning as she kissed and sucked and licked my pussy. It had gotten too dark to see her face, but I imagined it was wet with my juices.  She shook and let out a soft cry as she climaxed.

And then I climaxed, letting out a loud moan as my fingers clenched harder in her hair, forcing her face against my smooth cunt. I could feel my juices leaking out, coating her face as she eagerly began licking my sensitive clit. It was almost too much, but I couldn’t stop her. Nor did I want to as I came violently, moaning loudly, forgetting where we were, too enraptured to care.

 “Oh. My. God,” she gasped as she hit another climax. “Oh fuck.”

I thought I was bad. I giggled at that… It was at that moment that I looked away, my attention drawn by movement in the growing darkness. I realized that we were being watched. I couldn’t see the details, but I could tell it was a guy. Two guys, in fact.  Strangers. Watching us. Watching as Sarah came again, her cries muffled by my cunt.

“Oh fuck,” she cried out, drawing my attention back to her as she looked up at me, her eyes glazed with lust and then back to the voyeurs standing by a tree. I could tell that one of them had his cock out and was stroking it as he watched. He said something, but he wasn’t close enough to hear what it was.  And then…

“Sarah?” I whispered, suddenly afraid as he started walking towards us.

She didn’t answer. I’m not sure she’d even heard me or, if she had, been able to answer as she was lost in the throes of yet another orgasm.

“What a nice surprise. Not what I expected.”

The interlopers had come closer. Close enough to hear clearly. Close enough to tell that the one’s exposed cock was rock hard. And big. Not just long but thick. I licked my lips nervously, not sure what to say. They’d caught us in the act. It wasn’t like we could pretend that nothing was happening.  They came closer, close enough for Sarah to see them too. Close enough to reach out and gently push me aside.

“Fingers and tongues the only thing you put in your twats?” he taunted, his voice rough as he moved in front of her, close enough to slap his cock against her cheek.  The other guy laughed softly. He looked… familiar. Like I’d seen him before. One of my classes maybe? Or worse, a friend of my brothers? I felt a stab of fear. Fuck. I hoped he didn’t recognize me…  

“Suck it,” he told her. “Suck my cock, you dirty little whore.”

I wasn’t sure what to do. Scream? Attack him? I was frozen with fear.  Sarah, however, surprised me.

“Yes, sir,” she whimpered as she opened her mouth and let him guide it in and began sucking, saliva running out of the corners of her mouth.  His cock was thick. Almost too thick. I could hear her gagging on it as he pushed deeper into her mouth.

“All of it, baby,” he commanded. And she obeyed. Eagerly, I thought. She was actually getting off on being forced to give this guy a blow job… and so was I. I realized that I had my hand between my legs and was fingering myself as I watched him feed his thick cock into her mouth.

“Going to fill you up with cum, baby,” he told her, watching as she sucked him in, her head bobbing back and forth as she fucked him with her mouth.

The other guy watched her for a minute, as if appraising her, glancing at me once or twice before unzipping his jeans and moving behind her, bouncing his cock playfully against her ass before shoving it into her and fucking her with it.

And all I could do was stand there, my pussy dripping with lust, as they used Sarah in front of me. Without evening thinking about it I began playing with myself, fingering my own pussy, turned on watching them spit roast Sarah.  

“What a good little slut,” the guy whose cock was being sucked growled, grabbing hold of her hair and forcing himself deeper into her until her throat was full of cock and his balls where bumping into her chin.

“Dirty little fuck…” he managed as he began to come. I could tell that he was pumping cum down her throat into her stomach. As he climaxed, so did she. I’d lost count by then. Not that it mattered. She came hard as the guy fucking her from behind let out a massive groan and slammed his hips into her.

“I’m coming,” he gasped, his hands clenching her ass as he unloaded into her cunt.

I thought they were done. Hoped they were. Wanted them to just go away. But they weren’t. The first guy turned his gaze towards me, smirking at the sight of me playing with myself, unable to stop.

“I want to see you clean your friend’s sloppy cunt out, baby. Strip first.”

I wanted to protest. To scream. To run. I  didn’t do any of those things. I shrugged out of my coat and then took my dress off over my head. I hadn’t been wearing a bra and my panties were already down around my ankles, so I stepped out of them. My sneakers as well.

“Nice,” he said, looking me over. There was just enough light from the moon to give him a good look at me. Not enough to reveal my tattoo, thankfully. At least I don’t think he could see it… I wasn’t sure, to be honest. I wondered if it mattered.

“Go ahead. Lick her fuck hole. Hands and knees.”

Obediently, I moved behind her and got down on my hands and knees and pressed my face against her pussy and started kissing it. I could taste cum on her pussy lips. On her thighs, too. I felt her shiver as my tongue brushed her clit. Heard her gasp as I pushed it between her swollen lips. Heard her moan as I shoved my tongue slowly into her cunt, my gaze going sideways, watching him as he watched me, his cock still hanging out of his pants and glistening with Sarah’s spit.  

“Too easy,” the one who’d fucked Sarah chuckled as he grabbed my hips and shoved his prick into me.

“Fuck,” I gasped.  Desperately I tried to escape, but I was too slow and he had a good grip on me.

“Oh my god,” I moaned as he shoved deep inside of me. I could hear him panting heavily as he rammed his hardening cock into my sopping wet cunt and start to fuck me.

“No,” I whimpered uselessly as I heard the stranger laugh.

“Did I tell you to stop cleaning out your girlfriend’s snatch?”

Chastened and humiliated, my cheeks burning, I began licking Sarah again, much to her apparent delight while I was being fucked enthusiastically. I’d protested at first, but… fuck. He felt so good inside of me. I let out a shudder as a wave of ecstasy washed through me. And another… The third time, I came, overwhelmed, crying out into her sloppy wet pussy as I climaxed.

“Fuck, Amy. Fuck,” Sarah managed as she joined me, shaking as she came, unable to hold her head up and cradling it on the ground. I couldn’t help but notice that that guy was stroking his cock again, getting himself hard. I wondered if he was going to make me eat her again.  Or maybe fuck her. Or me? I giggled a little at that thought and then gasped as I felt myself coming again.   

“You two are so fucking hot.”

He was wanking himself, obviously turned on before suddenly pushing Sarah aside and grabbing my hair before pulling my head up and coming all over me. It hit me in the face, mostly on my cheeks and mouth. So degrading. Worse, I opened wide for him so that the second load hit my tongue and then I swallowed it just as the other guy pulled out and came all over my ass.

They left after that, but not before taking pictures of both of us.  At least it was dark enough that I hoped our faces wouldn’t be too easily recognizable...

“Fuck,” Sarah mumbled as they disappeared into the trees. And then she kissed me. I could taste his cum on her tongue. And I am sure she could taste her own pussy on mine. I wrapped my arms around her slender body and she did the same around mine, our tits pressed together as we made out in the semi-darkness.  I think we were too worn out to do more, otherwise we might have. Eventually, we dressed, giggling a little.  

“I need a shower,” I mused.

“Take one with me,” Sarah said, smiling and then kissing me softly on the mouth again.

“Sure,” I managed shyly as she slipped her hand into mine.

We headed back, doing our best to look innocent as we walked through the park and then down the well-lit street, eventually getting back to Liz’s place where we were greeted with raised eyebrows.

“You were gone a long time,” Liz commented.

“Things lot a little out of hand,” Sarah told her, giggling a little, still holding onto my hand.   

“I see,” was all she said, shaking her head and smiling a little.

“Me too,” I said, directing my grin at Inga.

“Insatiable little slut,” she said, said, trying not to laugh.

“I like Amy.  We should invite her over to play sometime.”

Me? I just smiled as Inga met my gaze with her own, looking thoughtful, and nodding her head a little.

“Amy needs to shower before she goes. I told her I’d scrub her back.”

Without waiting for an answer, she pulled me up the stairs by my hand and into the master bathroom…

*

It was late by the time we left. Much later than I’d anticipated. Not that I was about to complain, seeing that it was partly my fault that the back scrub had turned into much more than just a simple back scrub. While I hadn’t really had much of a chance to get to know Liz, I did get to know Sarah, though. I got to know her rather intimately, in fact. I really was turning into a slut…

On our way home Inga quizzed me about… well, several things. I was wearing another one of Sarah’s sundresses. She had the cutest taste in clothing and she loved short hems. I was also wearing a pair of her panties. To be honest, I was a little infatuated with her and wearing her clothes was turning me on. It didn’t help that she’d rubbed her pussy all over her panties before giving them to me. "Something to remember me by," she teased. Not that I needed that. I’d remember our outing just fine…

“What do you think of Sarah?” she asked, not bothering to hide her teasing smile.

Blushing, I toyed with the latch on the glovebox before answering.

“I like her.”

“You like her? That’s it?”

“I like her a lot?”

This time she just laughed and gave me a knowing look.

“Okay.  She… thinking about her makes me wet. She turns me on.”

“I thought so. And Liz?”

This time I shrugged. “She seems… nice. I didn’t really get a chance to talk to her much.”

“Fair enough. What about the rest of the weekend?”

The rest of the weekend. I didn’t answer right away. Actually, I didn’t answer for a while. When I did, my voice was soft. So soft that Inga turned the stereo off so she could hear me.

“It was… a lot. No regrets, though. I loved everything. Even the… even when you let… them… fuck me. I mean, I think that… was the most turned on I’d ever been…”

I squirmed in my seat a little, recalling it. How she’d let the three strangers in and then left. How I’d been helpless to do anything to stop them from using me. Fucking me.  How much I’d come. And how wet I was just thinking about it…

“Is that something you’d like to experience again, baby girl?”

“Yes,” I said so quietly that I wasn’t sure she’d heard me. At least not until she nodded.

“Noted.”

“And everything else?”

“I liked… everything. Even the scary parts, Miss.”

I was aware that I was blushing so much that my face was probably red.

“I’ll send you copies of everything if you’d like.”

“Thank you. I’d like that.”

I could already see that any free time I had would be spent watching her videos over and over while I frantically fingered myself…

“What happened in the park? You and Sarah were gone a long time.”

The park… I shifted uncomfortably in my seat, recalling the walk Sarah and I had taken. It seemed like so long ago now despite that it was just a few hours ago. I was vaguely aware that I’d spread my legs slightly apart and that my hand had drifted down between them sometime between her first question and this...