You lay on a padded table in a darkened room.

You hear the sound of people breathing and feel the air currents waft across your bare skin as people move in the darkness about you. Silhouettes move through the darkness. You can't tell how many people are in the room, but there are many.

The table you lay upon is padded and comfortable, only about three feet off the ground. You are easy to reach from both a standing and kneeling position. The air would be a bit warm if you were dressed, but your naked body has just the slightest chill causing goosebumps to rise and charge your skin. A form moves by you.

Fingers graze lightly across your arm. As you turn your head to catch a glimpse, another hand brushes your leg, and warm air tickles your ear as a tongue flicks along your neck.

A shiver runs down your spine as fingers begin to trace their way up from your ankle. The silhouettes circle about you in the dark. More hands and lips find their way to your skin. Hands touch the inside of your thigh.

A tongue starts to flick around your belly button, moving slowly in circles up your body. At the same time lips on either side of you start to suck on your neck.

Hands rub along your sides, and sharp nails drag lightly across the underside of your breast. The tongue on your stomach moves up to trace across the swell of your breast. The fingers along your legs move up the inside of your thigh. You spread your legs as an invitation to move further. The hands slide up and lightly graze your lips before moving up to the smooth shaved mound above your softness. Small sucking kisses are planted all along your body, the hair of your unseen lovers tickles your skin. Lips surround your nipple and start to suck. Fingers find and pinch the other nipple, giving it a small twist before a tongue slides across it. Your knees are bent upward then pushed wide. Hands start to firmly rub the inside of your thighs as they work their way up to your softness. Fingers pull back the wet skin, you can feel yourself exposed to the darkness. Fingers push their way into your folds, slowly tracing their way around your slit and drawing the moisture up to your personal place. Teeth come down on your nipple, a sharp stab followed by forceful sucking. Two fingers push their way deep inside you causing your hips to buck and push against the hand that pleases. Lips work their way down from your mound to wrap themselves around your swollen personal place and suck you within before firmly running circles around your exposed pearl. The fingers in your softness and the mouth on your personal place are disjointed, working to different rhythms. Hands rub gently, scratch deeply, slide lightly, and squeeze forcefully along every part of your body.

Lips press firmly against yours, hungry for your tongue. Teeth and lips graze at the exposed surfaces of your neck, your ears, and your shoulders.

Hands squeeze and kneed your breasts bringing your nipples to sharp points which are in turn sucked and nibbled on by frequently changing mouths. The fingers inside you slide in and out of you gaining momentum and force with every stroke.

Fingers pull your lips apart as hands squeeze the inside of your thighs. Another hand, another finger, slides along the crack of your soft place. Your juices puddle around your sensitive place. The finger starts to push gently inside your tight little warmth just an inch then waits before pushing in just a little more. You feel something warm against your palm. One of the silhouettes rubbing against you.

Soft fur tickles your palm and warm moisture begins to coat your fingers as you curl your hand upward against the figure. Your softness is filled with fingers, stretched by the hands trying to find a way in. Your personal place is attacked by fingers and tongues as hard and soft bodies alike struggle to reach you. As tremors start to shoot up your spine you arch your back and your body starts to spasm. Suddenly the hands and mouths move away from your softness and your legs are pulled open wide.

You feel motion between your legs and then rough hands pulling you close. Your lips are parted by the hot smooth skin of a man pushing into you forcefully, taking you with long strokes and powerful blows. The hands and mouths still rub and taste you.

Your fingers still flex and rub against the mound in your hand. Your other hand moves through the swarm of bodies grabbing and groping for something to hold as your body is wracked with pleasure.

The only thing keeping you from screaming is the constant barrage of lips locking against yours and the ready availability of bodies to bite on. People move and positions change, but the constant attention to you never stops.

Tongues, lips, fingers and thingys of all sizes take their turns inside you.

Filled with your own juices and the cum of your many lovers, you are able to take it far longer than you would normally be able.

Your body burns and your head spins as wave after wave of orgasm wash over you threatening to drag you under. Finally you feel yourself floating back to your body. Fewer hands touch you and your legs are allowed to fall and rest. Around you are the sounds of men and women breathing and moaning. As you listen to the sounds around you and enjoy the soft gentle touches on your skin, your eyes fall closed and you slowly drift into slumber.