It was all I could do to keep myself from running next door right away. Dawn had said to come over any time, but I didn't want my parents to wonder why I was spending so much time there. Well, okay, they wouldn't really have been suspicious. I mean, it wasn't like they would possibly guess what was going on.

Still, I felt like they might, and wanted to be careful. I waited until five to go over, even though I was supposed to start "babysitting" at seven. I told my Mother I was going to visit a friend first, then cut across to Dawn and Kurt's place and went inside.

Dawn seemed kind of distracted when I arrived.

"Oh, well, we're not really ready for you yet, dear," she said. "But I suppose we can put you out of the way for awhile. Get your clothes off."

I felt a little odd. I mean, she was fully clothed and didn't try to take her clothes off. I stripped anyway, feeling shy as I revealed my body to her, even though she'd seen it all the other night.

When I was naked she pulled out a pair of leather restraints and strapped them around my wrists. She pulled out a ball-gag the and carefully pushed it into my mouth, then strapped it around my head. She was acting incredibly calm, like she did this every day and it was no big deal.

She got a chair, stood up on it, and pulled a heavy planter off a hook that was stuck in the middle of the crossbeam. She put it aside, humming in an absent minded way, then motioned got a chain and put that on the hook. She motioned me over beside the chair, then motioned for me to raise my hands high.

"Kurt," she called. "You want to give me a hand with this?"

He came in from the kitchen then, showing no surprise at me, or my nudity, or the restraints on my wrists. He came up behind me and slid his big hands onto my hips, then lifted me up off the ground.

Dawn pulled my wrists over to the chain and slid the ring that linked the restraints over the hook on the end of the chain. Kurt let up on me and I dropped down. Then, Dawn got down, acting like she had just finished some minor chore, like polishing the table or something, and pulled the chair away.

I swayed a little, my toes about half a foot off the floor. Dawn and Kurt moved away then. Kurt went back into the kitchen and Dawn went back to what she was doing, which was tidying up.

I didn't know what the fuck they were up to, but I was turned on. Like I said, hanging from my wrists was an exquisite turn-on to me. Doing it with people around was ten times better, even if they were treating me like a piece of furniture.

They moved around, talking to each other, taking things out of the living room and bringing other things back. They pushed the chairs and couch back to the walls and cleared the center of the floor, then brought up several mats and a number of pillows from the basement and spread them around.

They started bringing food out from the kitchen, setting them on tables along the walls, and talked about how many people were coming, who was, and who wasn't, and gossiped about some of them. Kurt talked about something that happened to him at work the other week, and Dawn mentioned some new recipe she wanted to get from Alison, whoever that was.

They acted like I wasn't even there. It was incredibly strange. I couldn't do much to attract their attention either. The ball gag filled my mouth with the rounded leather and made it hard to make a sound. I could kick my legs out or something, but that wasn't going to help any.

So I just hung there, my arms and shoulders aching. My bare toes twitched from time to time, way, way down there below me. My legs, in fact, everything below my chest felt like dead weight way down there. As for my chest, it ached, as did my shoulders. My arms were numb.

I'd never hung by my wrists for nearly this long. I'd come into the house at five and I was still hanging there at seven. I was exhausted, my body weakened and drained just from hanging there.

Now and then Dawn or Kurt would cop a feel as they passed by, squeeze my pussy or grab my ass or cup a breast or something, but they didn't really do much with me.

It was obvious they were getting set up for some kind of party, and I was a little pissed, thinking they really HAD asked me over to babysit Kristin. I kept waiting for them to pull me down and send me upstairs.

Then the front door rang. That startled me out of the daze I had fallen into, and I twisted my head around to look at Dawn. She didn't seem worried, though. Of course, it wasn't her hanging around naked.

She went out into the hall and I heard the door open, then conversation. The conversation got louder and a few moments later she walked back into the living room accompanied by a man and a woman. I was stunned, my eyes wide as I stared at them.

They weren't nearly as surprised to see me. They looked at me in a kind of appreciative way but didn't put on any kind of scene as Dawn took the man's coat and hung it up. They walked over and looked at me with wry grins on their faces.

"Well, hello there," the woman said. "And what's your name little pretty pretty."

"Don't mind her. She's just hanging around for awhile," Dawn said, returning.

The couple laughed politely, then Dawn asked them if they wanted a drink and went to fetch it. I was mortified, hanging there totally naked right in front of these two. The man was tall, though not as tall as Kurt. He was about an inch or two higher than I now was. The woman was shorter by several inches.

"Nice body," he said casually.

"It's not bad. Young and firm," she said, examining me.

She raised a hand and ran it up and down my side, over my ribs and hips, then up front between my breasts. It was like she was examining a painting or a piece of furniture.

"Wish I had a flat stomach like this, though," she sighed, patting my belly lightly.

Then they went over to sit down as Dawn brought in their drinks. Kurt came in and shook the man's hand, then sat down next to them.

The door rang again and Dawn went and got another couple, bringing them back into the living room. They looked at me with interest but made no comment. Another couple arrived, then another, then another, then another, until there must have been about thirty people sitting and standing around the room.

Music played on the stereo, conversations went on around me, laughter, arguments. People nibbled at he food and drank down all kinds of drinks. They didn't exactly ignore me, though they moved around me without taking much notice.

Now and then one or another would squeeze my breasts or knead my buttocks, or stick a finger up into my pussy or ass. One promised he'd get a piece of me later. Another, a woman, cupped my breast, then squeezed it hard and kissed my right nipple.

To say I was bewildered would be a huge understatement. I was also more embarrassed then I'd ever been in my life, including when Dawn had caught me the other night. Of course the embarrassment started to fade after the first half hour, and after an hour or so it was pretty much twisted into a bizarre kind of tingling - hyper awareness, I guess you"d say. I wasn"t embarrassed in the same way now, though I still was embarrassed, still mortified, sort of. Only now I was also incredibly, almost feverishly aroused.

Still, I hung there, getting groped and pawed with increasing frequency as the night wore on. Some of the couples were starting to neck, and even pet on the couches and floor. None seemed bothered that everybody could see them.

One man opened a woman's shirt and started sucking her breast. Another man got on his knees, pushed up a woman's skirt, and started eating her pussy. A woman not much older than me stripped off all her clothes, then got in a man's lap and started to ride his cock up and down.

Right about then a man came up to me and started to seriously fondle and grope me. His hands squeezed my bottom and breasts, and his mouth roved over my breasts, then started to suck my nipples. He had to bend to do it, since, even with my feet some inches above the floor I was still shorter than him.

His hand slid in between my legs and cupped my pussy, squeezing repeatedly. His finger slid along my pussy slit, very gently at first, then with more strength, sliding between my sex lips to saw along my hot, tight slit.

His tongue swirled in circles as he lowered himself to his knees. It moved over my breasts, then down my belly and along my thighs. Then he pulled my legs apart and began licking me.

I was embarrassed again. A number of people were watching, but there wasn't a thing I could do about anything. I couldn't even protest with my mouth gagged. Besides, I was exhausted, my energy drained by the hours of hanging by the wrists.

He pried my pussy lips apart with his thumbs and began slurping and sucking at my throbbing slit, his tongue dipping into my sex tunnel and scouring my clitty with strong, rasping strokes.

It was just so astonishing. I mean, I'd been a virgin the other day. Now I was betting my pussy licked by a stranger while a bunch of other strangers stood or sat around and watched. They were all a lot older than me too, which made it worse. Most of them were still dressed too.

None of this seemed to bother the man, who continued to slurp appreciatively at my sex opening. And though it bothered me immensely, my body didn't seem to be too put out. In fact, my body seemed to be enjoying the man's sucking, rasping tongue.

I turned my head away and caught sight of a woman sitting on one of the chairs not far from me. She was watching, her eyes wide, her face a mask of intense interest and enjoyment. She wore an expensive dress but she had pulled the skirt up and was stroking her slit as she watched me getting eaten.

She was obviously very, very turned on by what was happening, and it was right about then that I began to get turned on too. A lot of my body was either numb or strained, but my pussy was neither. There wasn't a thing wrong with my nerve endings down there, and the man's tongue was doing wonderful things to my pussy.

My groin was twitching and burning with the energy and excitement he was rising within me, and I felt terribly vacant down there, very much in need of something long and thick and hard to push up into me.

I know I was juicing real good, because the slurping sounds he made became wetter as he sucked in my pussy cream. He finally pushed a couple of fingers up into my snatch, and I jerked and made a loud noise even with the gag. My pussy was really hot, ready to fry his fingers or anything else it could slip around.

I wanted a good hard fucking. It didn't matter that people were watching. I was almost ignoring them. Well, not quite. I was well aware they were watching. But somehow that seemed to make me even more excited.

My mind was gripped by a deep, penetrating, all encompassing sexual haze. I was exquisitely aware of every person watching, of every action the man made. My skin seemed super-sensitive and his fingers and tongue made me whine and whimper as they slid into me.

My eyes were blinking tiredly, and irritated because of the sweat getting in them. My mind was buzzing, and felt like it was being squeezed against the inside of my skull.

He kind of pushed in between my legs, prying my legs apart with his shoulders and getting his hands up under neath to cup my buttocks. His fingers dug into the soft, hot meat there as his tongue lapped away at my exposed clitty.

My body was worn and numbed, yet I found my groin humped against him, completely on its own. I didn't want to come, not with all those people watching, but my body was moving very quickly towards a powerful climax, and there wasn't a thing I could do to stop it.

A hand cupped my breast then, my right breast, and I jerked my head slightly, looking up through bleary eyes to see a tall, gorgeously dressed brunette standing there beside me, looking terribly amused.

The whole scene was impossible to comprehend, impossible to adjust to. Then the guy between my legs thrust a finger up hard into my pussy. It sent a hot spike of energy into my belly and made my head jerk back convulsively. He wriggled it inside me, then added a second.

He stroked them in and out as his lips fixed on my clitty and sucked hard. His tongue stroked my clit bud as he drew it into his mouth, and as the woman moved behind me and cupped both my breasts, I came.

The whole world seemed to spin around me and I jerked spastically as wave after wave of intense sexual ecstasy rolled over my twitching, shuddering body.

The woman dug her fingers into my breasts, mashing and kneading them, then bit down on the nape of my neck as she pressed herself against my back. The man between my legs sucked even harder, his fingers ripping back and forth between my pussy lips.

I bounced madly in mid-air, my head jerking and thrashing, my groin humping into the guy's face, my body writhing and dancing as my mind was blasted by the force of the wondrous climax.

I hardly knew what was going on, where I was. Before I knew it the guy was standing up in front of me. My legs were spread around him and he had my ass in his hands. Then I felt his cock going up into my belly and he started humping against me.

I groaned in relief, a kind of dazed relief, to feel his cock driving up and down in my pussy tunnel. It felt sooooo good there as it pumped inside me.

The woman was still behind me, though I was only vaguely aware of her. I felt her hands as they continued to knead and squeeze and fondle my breasts, and felt her teeth and lips and tongue along my throat, but I didn't have enough mind left to put those feelings together with her being there.

To my mind I was all alone, just me and all those wonderful sensations that were pouring white hot pleasure into my shivering body.

The guy was driving his cock into me with unrestrained force, jerking on my ass to swing me against him on each stroke and increase the force. His tool was ramming into me hard and fast, just the way I wanted it, and the heat poured up through my pussy to prolong the orgasm that was ripping through me.

Then that passed, leaving me in a numbed, dazed state of exhaustion. The guy kept pumping me though, and it felt good. My eyes were mostly closed, my attentions turned inward to the pleasure that still clung to my slender body.

Two pair of lips were sucking on my throat, two tongues lapping at my neck, two sets of teeth nipping and chewing my flesh. The man's mouth was on the left side, the woman's on the right. My head rolled weakly between them.

I felt something probing my anus. I didn't notice it at first, but as the probe became firmer, and my ass started to sting, I turned some of my bleary attention there, and realized someone was pushing something up into my tail end.

I couldn't do anything about it of course, and after a minute, and some whining and jerking at the pain, I realized it wasn't a cock, but a dildo. It was going carefully, not just ramming up into me, but it was going deeper and deeper.

Only part of my attention could be focussed on it though, because of the hot hard fucking my pussy was getting, and the rest of the sensations that were overloading my mind.

Soon the rubber cock had driven high up into my guts so that the harsh swinging movements were making it grind against something way up there, maybe the end of my ass tunnel or something. I felt skin against my bare ass, and knew it was the woman behind me. I figured she had a strap-on dildo like Dawn.

In fact, in my bleary state I kind of thought for a while it was her, her and Kurt. I knew it wasn't, of course, but like I said, my mind was kind of blasted.

The teeth nipping at my throat, the ones on the right, came loose for a moment and my head rolled weakly to one side. I noted, without really caring, that a whole lot of people were watching, but it was all like a weird dream and I wasn't embarrassed by it.

Then hands jerked my head back and my throat was bitten again. The rubber cock in my anus started pumping inside me, trying to match the movements of the real one up my pussy. After a few seconds they got into a steady hard rhythm, one going in and the other out.

My crotch felt like it was being sawed in half by one long cock. Back and forth it went, chewing my guts into a frothing stew as I hung there in helpless delirium.

I came again, the blast of pleasure coming out of nowhere, striking me without warning and hurling me towards the edge of sanity. I screamed into the gag as my body was pummelled by powerful jolts of sexual heat.

Again I writhed and jerked between the two fucking me.

But they said nothing, continuing to fuck me with powerful, steady strokes until the man suddenly accelerated, then slowed right down. He'd cum inside me but I was hardly able to understand that. All I knew was that he drew back and for a few seconds my legs hung limp again.

The woman behind me continued to slide her dildo up and down in my ass as she gnawed at my throat. Then another man moved up in front of me, lifted my right leg by the thigh, and carefully slid his cock up into my crotch slit.

Then the two were fucking me, matching strokes as I groaned back to life, hanging there in a weak stupor as my body basked in the warmth of the afterglow.

My mind cleared a bit, enough to look around a bit and see that most of the people in the room were humping each other now. I wasn't the only person tied up either. There was a woman sucking a guy, her hands bound behind her back, and a guy doing the same to a woman, his hands similarly tied.

My legs and thighs were starting to ache now from the battering and strain, but neither of those fucking me seemed ready to quit. In fact, it didn't seem to matter, because as the woman started to groan and sigh in pleasure, and fuck her cock up my ass with faster strokes, I could see people jostling for position in what seemed to be a line a couple of feet away.

And when the rubber cock finally stopped and her hips stopped thumping into my buttocks and she drew the thing out of my hole, a man moved in to take her place and thrust his own, real cock up into my rectum.

I don't know how many of them fucked me like that, but it seemed to last for some time. I heard cries and moans and groans coming from elsewhere in the room, but wasn't able to see much with one guy in front of me and another behind me.

Every time one or the other would finish another would take his place. There were no more women, I don't think, though I'm not sure, but the men made up for it with their cocks. My whole belly felt like mush after a while of the hard, double fucking.

Somewhere along the line somebody let me down off the hook. I remember crying out into the gag at the ache in my arms and shoulders as the weight was finally taken off them and my arms came down for the first time in hours.

I was laid out on the floor on my back, then a guy got on top and started to fuck me. That went on for a long time, with one guy following another. Then, after a while, a woman knelt over my face, pried the ball gag out and dropped her pussy onto my mouth.

I was really kind of out of it. Still, after repeated orders I started to push my tongue out and she sort rode her slit back and forth across it until she came.

Everything else is an even worse haze and I don't remember it much. It was a strange night, to say the least.