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If you aren't 18, or 21 if you live in a backwards
place, then go away : )
This story is copyrighted by the writer formerly known
as Maria Gonzales, AKA M-Go. Copyright 2001. Send me an
E-mail at Maria1971@aol.com and/or visit my web site
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The Auction
(Lisette's Story)
by Maria Gonzales
Copyright 2000 - All Rights Reserved. Any use of this
work without the author's written permission is
strictly forbidden.
The door opened slowly and I stepped into the
darkened room. A soft cloth wrapped around my
forehead, covering my eyes. Startled at the sudden
darkness, I began to turn, then remembered Lauren's
warning about being blindfolded. The blindfold was
securely tied, and a large, calloused hand grabbed mine
and led me away. My eyes covered, my other senses grew
stronger. I could hear the muted bass line of a
recorded dance song booming from a nearby room, the
sharp sweet smell of stale cigars filled the air. As
the hand led me away from the entrance, the cigar aroma
grew stronger, the music faded in the distance, and the
sound of muted voices appeared ahead of me.
I heard a doorknob turn, followed by the squeak of a
door hinge in need of oiling. The voices no longer
stifled by the closed door, I heard unfamiliar voices
engaged in pleasant conversation. The hand led me ten
steps past the doorway, then released me. Two hands
pressed into my shoulders, turning me ninety degrees
and pushing me down gently. As I sat, my bare legs
touched soft, smooth leather. I adjusted my short
skirt, hiding the junction of my legs from view. The
scent of stale cigars was weaker here, overpowered by
the sweet aroma of perfume.
The hands pushed me gently back, my bare shoulders
rested on cold leather. The hands left my shoulders,
and began to fumble with the knot of the blindfold. My
eyes blinked involuntarily as the blindfold was
removed, the brightness of the room surprising me.
Instead of being dark and gloomy as I had expected, the
room was well lit and airy, and the people acted as if
they were at a well mannered dinner party.
Most of the people in the room were dressed casually,
only a few wore what I expected to see; their black
leather and shiny metal bringing them the attention
they craved.
Somebody covered my eyes; I smiled as I recognized
Lauren's perfume. "Hi, Lauren," I said.
"How did you know it was me?" I heard her ask in her
deep throaty voice. Lauren walked in front of me; the
contrast between her husky voice and her petite girlish
body always surprised me. She wore a simple pair of
khakis with a plain white cotton blouse. When she told
me about the auction, I expected a room full of leather
clad people with handcuffs on their belts, not normal
looking people who would look more at home in a casual
office or at a mall.
"Between your voice and your perfume, it was pretty
easy."
"So, what do you think?" she asked as she glanced
around the room.
"It's not anything like what I expected," I answered
with a giggle. "Where are the handcuffs and all the
leather?"
Lauren laughed, "Everybody says that. The first time I
was here, I expected perverted looking men with slutty
looking women. As you can see, nearly everybody in
this room is fairly normal."
"Nearly everybody?"
Lauren laughed again, "Nearly everybody." She paused
for a second, then nodded in the direction of a middle-
aged man, probably in his late thirties or early
forties, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt, "That's
Anderson, he has a thing for young looking girls. If I
were betting, I would say that if you do decide to
auction yourself off, he would be the winning bidder."
Lauren looked around the room, "Either him, or him,"
she said nodding toward another man, wearing corduroys
and a polo shirt, "He has a thing for virgins."
Her reminder of the reason I was there, brought my
nervousness forward, "I don't know if I can do this," I
said with trepidation. I brought myself here, with the
intention of auctioning myself, but now that I was
actually at the auction, I wasn't sure I could go
through with it.
"It's your choice, but if you do, you'll make yourself
a pretty penny." Lauren glanced around the room again,
"I wouldn't be surprised if you were the highest priced
item in this room. Did you bring the documents I told
you to?"
I nodded, patting my purse, "I have my birth
certificate, my ID, letters from the doctor and
hypnotist that you recommended, and the results of the
lie detector test."
"Good," Lauren said, "Too bad your hymen isn't intact,
but it shouldn't matter, you have enough proof of your
virginity. Are you going to do it?"
I glanced around the room nervously, trying to find a
reason to say no. One person that scared me, that I
could point to and say, "No, these people scare me."
Unable to truthfully reply negatively, I nodded my head
slowly, "Uh-huh, but I'm not sure it's the right thing
to do."
Lauren smiled warmly, "I think you made the right
decision. You'll make some money, and have some fun.
What provisions are you going to put on yourself?"
Lauren had explained to me the day before, that the
subjects being bid on could exclude certain activities.
I definitely wasn't into pain, sadomasochism was out.
I wasn't sure about being submissive however. The idea
of being told what to do for some reason fascinated me,
as did the idea of being tied up. "No sadomasochism, no
multiple partners, and no fetishes." I answered
"How about being submissive," she asked, "and bondage?"
I took a deep breath, glanced at the floor, then into
her eyes, "As long as it isn't too extreme, I'm okay
with that."
Lauren extended her hand to me. She pulled me up and
led me across the room. I meekly let her lead me, and
felt the stares of the crowd as they undressed me with
their eyes. Unable or unwilling to match their stares,
I stared at Lauren's backside as we crossed the room to
another heavy oak door, and followed her into a small
room, adorned only with a small metal folding chair.
She directed me to sit, and I obeyed her order as she
left the room.
I looked around the plain room. In contrast to the
well-lit main room, this tiny room had unadorned grungy
white walls and was lit only by a bare light bulb from
above. An unknown smell permeated the room, somewhat
sweet, somewhat stale. As I tried to figure out the
odor, the door opened. Lauren walked in, accompanied
by an older man, probably in his late fifties or early
sixties.
"Her name is Lisette," Lauren told the man,"she's
eighteen years old and a virgin."
The man's eyes opened wide, "A virgin huh? Are you
sure she's eighteen? She looks like a child, maybe
thirteen or fourteen."
"I've known her family forever. I watched her grow up.
I can vouch for her age, and she brought her birth
certificate and driver's license."
"As long as you can vouch for her, Lauren, that's
enough for me. Are we certain that she is a virgin?"
he asked.
"I am nearly certain of that. However, Dr. Middleton
examined her and her hymen is not intact, so I sent her
to Brian Timmonds. She has a letter from him stating
that as far as he could tell from hypnosis, she's a
virgin. Then I sent her to Sergeant Thomas, who put
her through the lie detector test. She has a letter
from him stating she passed the lie detector test."
The old man frowned, "Were you a gymnast or something?"
he asked me.
I nodded my head yes.
"Too bad your hymen isn't intact. That may cost you
some money, although it will save you some discomfort.
Either way, I think you'll bring an excellent price.
You understand that the house gets ten percent of the
winning bid, with Lauren receiving five percent as a
finder's fee, the rest is yours. Is there a minimum bid
that you have in mind?" he asked.
Not knowing how to respond, I looked at Lauren for
help, a lost expression on my face. "I think five
thousand is a fair minimum bid," she replied for me.
"Restrictions?" he asked.
"No S&M," Lauren answered for me, "no multiple
partners, light bondage is okay, but she is willing to
be submissive, within reason, no fetishes."
"Standard stuff for a beginner," the old man replied.
"She will be number seven of seven items being
auctioned tonight," he added, "I think she'll be the
highlight of the show." Turning toward me, he asked,
"Do you have any questions?"
I shook my head, "No," I answered as I looked at the
floor.
"Wait here until somebody comes for you," he said.
"You'll be led out into the room so you can be examined
by any interested parties. Do as you're told and
you'll bring your price up. If something gets out of
hand, I'll be there to stop it. Do you understand?"
I nodded my head.
"You can back out anytime," the old man said with a
smile, "We won't make you do anything that you don't
volunteer for. Relax, there's nothing to it."
"That's easy for you to say," I answered with a smile,
"You're not the one being auctioned."
The old man laughed heartily, "My first time was a long
time ago, but I still remember the feeling." He turned
to Lauren, taking her hand into his and led her out the
door. Lauren closed the door slowly, winking at me as
the door closed tightly behind her.
Left alone, I remembered how I decided to let my
virginity be auctioned off. Lauren lived next door to
me and my parents, and since my parents worked long
hours, she often invited me to her place for dinner.
One night, while I was complaining to her about the
different things in my life which were bothering me,
everything from my lack of a boyfriend to my lack of
money, she hinted to me that she knew of a way that I
could solve my money problems. When I excitedly asked
her more questions, she at first refused to answer my
inquiries, telling me that it probably wasn't the right
thing for me to do. As I insisted on knowing more,
Lauren finally explained to me that she knew of a
secret club, where people could auction themselves. My
first reaction was disbelief, but Lauren explained
everything in more detail, and soon I had convinced
myself that I wanted, no needed, to at least see the
auction.
At first, Lauren disagreed with my decision, further
explaining that the auctions were for sexual favors.
When I continued to insist, Lauren asked me about my
sexual experiences. I explained to her that I was
still a virgin, and her face lit up momentarily. I
admitted to her that I had masturbated a couple of
times, and even though the sensations were pleasant,
they were not as intense as I had expected. Lauren
asked me if I had orgasmed, and I answered that I
thought I had. She laughed, explaining that if I had
indeed orgasmed, I would have known for sure.
I continued to insist on at least viewing an auction,
and Lauren explained that they happened twice a year,
with the next one occurring in two weeks. After more
pleading on my part, Lauren finally pulled a business
card from her purse, scribbled the name of a doctor on
the back and handed it to me. She explained that if I
were to auction myself as a virgin, I would need some
sort of proof. She told me to visit Doctor Middleton
and he would supply me with the required documentation.
I made an appointment for the next day. When the
doctor was done with his examination, he explained to
me that although I may be a virgin, my hymen was
already broken, either from a hard fall or some other
physical activity. I explained to him that I had
competed in gymnastics when I was younger and he nodded
his head, telling me that was probably when my hymen
had broken.
When I told Lauren about the broken hymen, she handed
me two more business cards, explaining to me what they
were for. One was for a hypnotist, who would put me
under hypnosis and ask me questions about my sexual
history. The second business card was for a police
officer, who would hook me to a lie detector machine,
and ask me questions about my sexual activity.
I don't remember much from my visit to the hypnotist.
Only that when I left his office, I had never felt more
relaxed in my life. My visit to the police officer was
much more stressful. He asked all kinds of questions,
asking me if I had ever done various sexual acts. The
longer he interviewed me, the more lewd his questions
became, and the more embarrassed I became. When he
asked the final question, my face must have been bright
red from embarrassment.
I showed the papers to Lauren, who hugged me and told
me that they would do perfectly for proof of my
virginity. She gave me another card, with an address
in the downtown area. She explained to me what I was
to do and what time I was expected to arrive. We
discussed my decision to auction myself, and as she
tried to convince me to wait for next time, I became
more certain that I would auction my virginity at the
upcoming auction. She coached me on what to wear to
the event, and as I readied myself the night of the
auction, I dressed myself exactly as she had advised.
I heard somebody turn the doorknob, bringing me out of
my reverie. The old man entered by himself, smiling
warmly at me, closing the door behind him. "I forgot
to get some information," he said as he sat across from
me. Holding a clipboard up, he began asking questions.
"Let's see, your name is Lisette, you're eighteen years
old. Obviously, you have dark blonde hair and brown
eyes. Is that your natural hair color?" he asked.
I nodded my head, "Uh-huh," I answered.
"You're not wearing colored contacts are you?"
I shook my head.
"Measurements."
"I'm not sure." I answered, "I wear a 32a bra."
"Stand up," he commanded.
I stood quickly, smoothing the back of my skirt.
The old man pulled a tape measure from his pocket.
Unrolling it, he wrapped it around my waist, "Waist is
twenty-two," he said softly. Moving the tape measure
lower, he measured my hips, "Hips are thirty-three," he
said as he rapidly scribbled the numbers on the
clipboard.
"Any sexual experience at all?" he asked.
"Not really," I answered.
"No oral sex? You've never given a blow job?"
My cheeks warmed as I blushed and shook my head.
"Masturbation?"
I laughed silently as my embarrassment grew, "Have I
masturbated you mean?" When the old man nodded his
head, I continued, "Yes."
"How often?"
"I've done it a couple of times, although I don't see
what all the fuss is. It feels good, but not like I've
heard it feels."
The old man smiled at me, "Maybe you're not doing it
right. Did you orgasm?"
"I think so," I said as I looked at the floor in
embarrassment.
"You think so? If you only think you did, then you
probably didn't. Trust me, you'd know for sure if you
did," he said with a snicker. "Ever seen a penis?" he
asked.
I continued to look at the floor and shook my head.
"Touched one?"
I remained silent and stared at the floor, my silence
answering his question.
"Has anybody ever seen you naked?"
"Not really, except in gym class."
"Has anybody even touched you in any sexual way?"
"Not really. I had a boyfriend that kept trying, but
he broke up with me 'cause I wouldn't do anything with
him."
"Hmmm. Any particular reason you've decided to remain
sexually inactive?"
"I was planning on waiting for the right person."
"Then what are you doing here?" he asked, his interest
piqued.
"I need money for my college tuition, and Lauren told
me about this. The more she explained, the more
interested I became. The main reason I'm here is for
the money, but it's not the only reason."
"What are the other reasons?"
"I don't know. I can't explain it. The whole idea
intrigues me. Ever since I turned twelve, I've had to
put up with the teasing and insults, about how I still
looked like a little girl while the girls around me
matured. Even now, some people think I should be in
junior high. I'm fascinated that somebody would find
me attractive, let alone want to buy me. I never got
much attention from the guys in high school. The only
guy that had any interest in me only wanted one thing.
He thought he could get me in bed by paying attention
to me. It almost worked, but thankfully, I figured him
out before I slept with him."
"If it's any consolation, you have caused quite a
commotion among the members. If my guess is right, you
may even set a record for highest bid. Some people
definitely find you attractive." He glanced at the
clipboard, "Last question, height and weight."
"Five feet, eighty-nine pounds."
"I have an idea," he told me, "I'm going to send in
somebody. Her name is Amanda. She works in the film
industry, does makeup and that kind of thing. I think
we should really play off your youthful appearance,
make you look as young as we can. Do you have a
problem with that?"
I shrugged my shoulders, not really thrilled at the
idea. I wanted somebody to find me attractive the way
I am. The old man must have read my mind, "It will
make both of us extra money, and the next time we
auction you off, we can make you look older. What do
you say?"
"Okay," I answered with a shrug of my shoulders.
He opened the door, telling me as he left the room,
"Amanda will be in shortly."
As the door closed behind him, I remembered the few
times I had masturbated. When I was around thirteen, I
discovered that if I opened my legs as I bathed, and
let the water fall between my legs, the feeling was
very pleasurable, if a bit exotic. As I continued to
let the water cascade between my open legs, the
sensations became more intense. My breathing became
shorter, and my hips began to involuntarily move as I
tried to increase the sensation. Scared at what was
happening, and not knowing how much more my body could
take, I removed myself from the water and sank into the
bath. Every time I took the time to bathe instead of
shower, I had to fight the desire to let the water flow
between my legs.
One night, when I was home by myself, I must have been
about fifteen, I discovered that if I rubbed my fingers
on the top of my vagina, I could create the same
sensations that I felt from the water. As I rubbed
myself, I became aware that my vagina was moistening,
and I fought the urge to push my finger inside me. I
continued to rub the top of my vagina, as the pleasure
increased, I became more and more excited. When I felt
as if I couldn't take any more, I pulled my hand away,
even as I ached to feel the sensation grow. I didn't
know if I could continue to deal with the excitement
that was beginning to run through my body.
Shortly after that, a boy asked me to a party. I
happily agreed, even though he wasn't the handsomest
guy, but he always acted nicely toward me, and I longed
for some attention from the opposite sex.
We danced a few times at the party. When he took me
home, he brought my lips to his for a kiss. I
awkwardly returned his kiss, and he pulled me closer.
His hands wrapped around my waist, and I felt myself
wanting to kiss him longer. As I did, his hands became
more aggressive, as they moved to my rear. I gently
moved his hands away, curious about what would happen,
but knowing that it was wrong. We said our goodbyes,
and I went inside and couldn't defeat the urge to play
with myself. As the now familiar passions grew inside
my body, I forced myself to stop masturbating, and went
to sleep.
Over the course of the next few weeks, we became an
item, boyfriend and girlfriend. In public, he always
treated me as a lady, but when we were alone, it became
harder and harder to fight off his advances. Not only
because he grew more aggressive, but because my
curiosity was growing. One night, as we were studying
at my house and my parents were out, he placed his
hands up my skirt and gently stroked the front of my
panties. I removed his hands, but continued to kiss
and hold him. He insistently replaced his hand under
my skirt, and I found it difficult to remove it. I
knew I wasn't ready to do anything more than kiss, and
sharply pulled his hand away. He angrily stood,
calling me a bitch and a tease. I started crying, and
he stormed out of my house. I cried myself to sleep
that night, confused as my upbringing and my desires
clashed. The next day at school, he ignored me. A few
days later, I found out that he told all of his friends
that I was nothing but a tease, that I would never go
all the way with anybody. What little interest the
guys had in me soon disappeared, and I found myself
ignored by the boys in the school.
After nearly ten minutes, Lauren returned with an
attractive woman carrying a small case. She was about
Lauren's age, in her early thirties. Lauren handed me
a glass of Perrier and a plate with a few hors
d'oeuvres. I sipped the Perrier and nibbled the
appetizer as Lauren introduced the woman to me,
"Lisette, this is Amanda. I think Nicholas told you
about her."
I held my hand out, waiting for her to shake it.
Instead, she took it, pulling me to her. She kissed
one cheek softly, then the other, "You are absolutely
darling," Amanda said. "Nicholas was right. Lauren,
go into the wardrobe room and bring some little girl's
clothes, maybe that little blue thing that looks like
Dorothy wore in The Wizard of Oz. Get some black
patent shoes, knee socks too." Amanda turned to me and
said, "We can put your hair in pigtails. Oh," she said
to Lauren as she opened the door, "see if you can find
some kind of lollypop she can hold and lick."
Lauren quickly left the room. "Anderson is going to go
wild over you. He has a thing for little girls,"
Amanda said as she played with my hair. She stepped
back, running her eyes up and down my body, "Oh my, you
are just so adorable. Let me think, I want you to look
sweet and innocent, and I really want to show off your
body. I want Anderson to see that you have very tiny
boobs and a tiny waist, but I want you to look
innocent," she told me. "Think girl," she told herself,
"how can I make her innocent and show off her body?"
The door burst open, and Lauren walked in her arms
filled with clothing. A middle-aged man accompanied
her carrying a box. Amanda turned, and as she saw the
man enter the room, she ran at him, grabbed the box
from his arms and pushed him out the door, telling him,
"Out, get out of here." She slammed the door behind
him, turning to me and saying, "Sorry, that's Anderson,
he was just trying to get a sneak peek at you. He's
going to have to wait just like everybody else."
Amanda stripped off the makeup I was wearing, "Such
beautiful skin, you shouldn't wear any makeup at all,
just a little lipstick, maybe a little around the eyes,
but that's all." She pulled out a tube of lipstick,
rubbing it expertly on my lips. Then she brought out
my eyelashes with just a touch of mascara and
announced, "That's it for makeup."
She looked at the clothes that Lauren had laid neatly
on the wall, "Let's see what she looks like in that
blue dress," she told Lauren. Amanda held the dress up
to my body, shaking her head vigorously, "No, this
won't do at all, not at all. It looks too . . . too .
. . country bumpkinish. Give me that schoolgirl
outfit."
I looked down at the red plaid skirt and white cotton
blouse as Amanda held it against me, "No, not at all,
it won't work at all. Too naughty, shows too much
leg," she said to nobody in particular.
"Lauren, be a dear and hand me that pink jumper and
white blouse," Amanda held it up to me, and a broad
smile appeared on her face, "Perfect, shows enough, but
hides enough. I used to wear these all the time when I
was little. I loved the look, half dress and half
skirt." She handed the outfit to me, telling me, "Don't
just stand there, put it on."
Pulling the blouse over my head, I started to pull the
new blouse on, "No, no, no," Amanda said, "Take off the
bra."
I turned my back to Amanda and Lauren, unhooked my bra,
and pulled it off my shoulders. I pulled the other bra
over my head as Amanda exclaimed, "Oh dear, you are
something else. The club is going to go crazy for you.
We don't get to see such innocence very often. Take
off the skirt and pull on the jumper."
I wiggled the skirt over my hips, letting it fall to
the floor. Amanda handed the pink jumper and watched
as I pulled it on. "Perfect!" she exclaimed. She
pulled on my hair, forming two pigtails, tying them
with rubber bands. "Sit down and get these socks and
shoes on,"
I pulled the socks on and slipped the shiny black
leather shoes on my feet. Standing, I felt more than a
little ridiculous. "Absolutely divine," Amanda said, "I
think I've outdone myself this time. You look so
adorable, like a little schoolgirl. Here, take this,"
she said handing me a large lollypop with a drawing of
Betty Boop on top of the swirling colors.
"Wait, I forgot something," she said as she searched
through the box. "Aha!" she said as she pulled out a
pair of white panties and handed them to me, "Put these
on."
I pulled off the little thong I had bravely worn, and
pulled the white cotton panties up my legs, pulling
them tight against me.
"Pull up the bottom of the jumper," Amanda commanded.
I did as she asked, and she squealed in delight,
"Adorable, simply adorable, isn't she Lauren?
Anderson is going to go crazy over you. "
"Absolutely," Lauren answered, "Donnie's going to be in
the running too, you know how he likes virgins."
"Donnie is a sick little twit. I'll buy Lisette before
I let him get his filthy hands on her," she said with a
frown, "Well, I've done my job, rather well I believe
too. Let's get back to the festivities, shall we,
Lauren."
Amanda continued to talk as the two women left the
room, leaving me by myself again. I wished I had a
mirror to look at myself, I felt absolutely ridiculous
in this outfit. The last time I wore something like
this, I must have been ten years old. I probably
looked ten in this outfit.
I sat, trying to hear the muted voices from the other
side of the room. The noise from the main room had
changed, instead of a steady stream of muffled voices,
replaced by silence, with an occasional round of
applause or laughter. I figured that somebody was
addressing the crowd.
There was a knock on the door, and Amanda entered with
Lauren at her side, "Ready darling?" Amanda asked.
"It's show time," added Lauren.
I took a deep breath and walked to the door. I tried
to look over Lauren and Amanda as they blocked my view
into the main room. I heard a voice yell from the
front, announcing, "And item number seven, sponsored by
Lauren. She is eighteen years old, with dark blonde
hair, brown eyes, five feet tall. Her measurements are
32a-22-32 and here is the most amazing thing . . ." the
man paused for dramatic effect, "She is . . . get this
. . . a virgin."
There was a murmur from the crowd, somebody yelled,
"How do we know that she's not lying?"
"Hard to believe. Isn't it?" The man that I now
recognized as Nicholas answered, "We have documents
from a Brian Timmonds, stating that under hypnosis she
checks out, and we also sent her to Sergeant Thomas for
a lie detector test. She passed that with flying
colors. However, the MD stated that her hymen is not
intact, he added that it was probably broken while she
was competing as a gymnast. Are you ready to take a
look at her?" Nicholas asked the crowd.
Amanda and Lauren moved to the side, motioning for me
to walk out the door. As I did, a hush filled the
room. I looked at the ground, too nervous to make eye
contact with anybody. I felt their eyes bore into me
and I started to breathe quickly, as the anxiety filled
my being.
"No way she's eighteen," somebody yelled.
Nicholas answered, "We have her birth certificate and
her driver's license as proof," then added, "Lisette,
along with the rest of the items to be auctioned, may
be examined in more detail in the outer room in about
five minutes."
Amanda disappeared into the crowd, while Lauren took my
hand and led me through the crowd. I kept my gaze on
the back of Lauren's head as we made our way to a large
wooden door on the other side of the main room. We
pushed through the door into a relatively calm
atmosphere. Three women and three men were standing on
little podiums. In contrast to my clothing, the other
women were wearing very little, one of them, an older
brunette, was topless and wearing clothespins on her
nipples, her arms handcuffed behind her back. Another
woman was wearing a tiny skirt along with a transparent
bandeau top. One of the guys was wearing a black
leather vest, along with a pair of black vinyl briefs.
Lauren led me to the only empty podium, and I hopped
onto it. Nicholas smiled at me from the door, and
asked, "Is everybody ready?"
We all nodded our heads, and Nicholas opened the door,
announcing into the main room, "The examination room is
now open."
For some reason, I expected a mad rush of people
stampeding Nicholas as they charged to examine us.
Instead, a man and a woman filed through the door hand
in hand and made their way to the woman with the
clothespins. The man looked the woman on the podium up
and down. He asked her to bend over, and as she did,
he ran his hands up and down her legs. He told her to
stand, and as she did, his partner reached around the
subject and cupped her breasts, lightly pinching her
nipples between her fingers.
Entranced by what I was watching, I didn't notice
anybody else enter the room.
"She's absolutely beautiful," I jumped as the voice
came from behind me, "I have to have her."
I turned to the voice, only to find three men staring
at me. They continued to talk about me as if I couldn't
hear them.
"Oh, Anderson," one of them said, addressing the man in
jeans Lauren had pointed out to me earlier, "You like
every young looking girl that comes through here. Even
the whores."
Anderson laughed, saying, "True, true, but this girl is
special. Look at how smooth her skin is, how skinny
her legs are." He moved his hand to the hem of my
jumper, slowly raising it higher, "Would you look at
this, white cotton panties."
I closed my eyes, embarrassed by the men looking at my
underwear. Anderson moved his hand to my inner thigh
and I jumped back. "Shy too," Anderson said. "Relax
dear," he told me, "I won't hurt you."
"Relax, Lisette," I heard Nicholas whisper to me. I
don't know when he arrived, but I was happy to hear a
familiar voice. "Let him examine you."
I looked at Anderson meekly. He smiled warmly at me,
and returned his hand to my inner thigh. I closed my
eyes tightly as I felt his hand move higher,
approaching the intersection of my legs. He moved the
crotch of my panties to the side, and I felt the cool
air on my warm, moist vagina, "She hardly has any pubic
hair," Anderson said loudly, "If I hadn't seen her
papers, I would never believe that she was eighteen,
not fourteen."
Anderson let go of my panties, and asked me to step
down from the podium. I opened my eyes again and
stepped down, noticing that a small crowd had gathered
around us. Anderson looked down at me, placing his
hands on my shoulders. Placing each strap of the jumper
in his hand, he slid them off my shoulders, pulling the
jumper down until my abdomen was uncovered. He ran
his hand along my stomach, sending goose bumps all over
my body.
"Such smooth skin," he said. "Lisette," he said
uttering my name for the first time, "Raise your hands
please."
I did as he ordered, and felt the blouse rise to my rib
cage. Anderson put his hands on the bottom of the
blouse and slowly pulled it higher. My breasts were
hidden from view only by my brassiere; I closed my eyes
as he pulled the front of the bra up. As he exposed my
breasts, my tiny nipples hardened as they were exposed
to the cool air.
"Oh dear Lord," Anderson said, "She has such beautiful
tiny tits, and her nipples are so tiny and pink. She's
going home with me," he said, "I don't care what it
costs me."
He lowered the blouse and nodded his head toward me,
telling me to go ahead and pull up the jumper. Fully
clothed again, I relaxed slightly as he walked away.
Over the next ten minutes, a few people examined me,
but not one examined me as closely as Anderson had.
One man had me pull up my top for him, and another had
me bend over as he pulled down my panties, muttering
something about what a nice ass I had, but that it was
a shame that I wasn't into pain.
Nicholas shooed the last few club members out of the
examination room and closed the door tightly. He
nodded to the other six people up for auction, and they
walked toward another room adjacent to the main room.
He approached me, and smiled broadly as he told me,
"That wasn't too bad, was it my dear Lisette?"
"It wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be," I
admitted, "I imagined more, like dancing naked in front
of everybody as men poked and prodded me."
"That only happens at cattle auctions," he said with a
loud boisterous laugh, "The prodding and poking I mean,
I don't think they have the cattle stand on tables and
dance around naked."
I laughed loudly at his joke as I took his offered hand
and stepped off the podium. He led me into the other
room, with the other people to be auctioned. As we
stepped into the room, he stopped, looked around the
room and found the woman with the clothespins on her
nipples seated in a chair and masturbating unabashedly.
He pulled my hand, and led me back out of the room,
telling me, "I think we'll put you in the same room you
were in before. You don't mind being by yourself, do
you?"
I shook my head, thankful for the extra privacy.
Nicholas led me through the main room again, and I
could feel the eyes of the members on us as we
approached the closet. Nicholas opened the door for
me, closing it gently behind me as I entered the room.
The entire experience had been the very opposite of
what I had expected. I expected perverted people,
dressed in leather, with the people being auctioned
handcuffed and on display. Where I had expected
crudity, I had found civility. Looking back, I should
have known that Lauren would never expose me to
anything crude.
I nibbled on one of the appetizers I had left in the
room. After a few moments, the door swung open and
Lauren smiled at me warmly, "Ready to be sold?" she
asked with a giggle.
I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip as I shook my
head, "Yes, I'm ready," I answered apprehensively.
She beckoned me to her, and taking me by the hand, she
led me to the front of the room. She gestured toward a
large wooden box, about four feet high with steps built
onto the side. I looked into the sea of faces as I
climbed the wooden steps. I saw Nicholas smiling
warmly at me from the front of the room, and next to
him was seated Amanda. On the other side of the room,
I noticed Anderson smiling lustfully toward me.
Lauren followed me onto the box, and she whispered to
me, "You've got to remove your clothes. Let me help."
She pulled the jumper off my shoulders, sliding it past
my waist, past my hips, then let it slide to my ankles.
I stepped out of it as she gathered the garment in her
hands. She pulled the blouse over my head, and I stood
before the crowd topless, my nipples hardening as the
cool air hit them. I covered my breasts slightly with
my arms, only to have Lauren grab my hands and put them
forcefully to my sides. She tugged the white panties
down, exposing my womanhood to the crowd. I stepped
gently out of the panties, fighting the urge to cover
myself.
"Turn around, slowly," Lauren instructed.
I did as I was told, keeping my arms rigid against the
side of my body. Nicholas stood and approached Lauren
and me. He turned to the crowd and spoke, "Now for the
moment you all have been waiting for: Item number
seven, sponsored by Lauren, Lisette. I've already told
you her details and restrictions, no need to say them
again. The minimum selling bid is five thousand
dollars."
A murmur swept through the crowd and Nicholas
continued, "As you can see, it is not as steep a price
as it sounds, not for a creature as lovely as Lisette."
Nicholas smiled and looked toward Anderson, "I'm sure
you agree with me. Don't you, Anderson?"
Anderson smiled as he continued to stare at me.
"Completely," he answered.
Nicholas turned to the other side of the room, looking
intently at a man wearing freshly pressed khaki pants
and a crisply starched white cotton shirt, "And Donnie,
I'm sure you will be the first to testify to the rarity
of virgins being auctioned off. If I recall, the last
one was fifteen years or so ago. He turned toward
Lauren, asking, "Am I right, Lauren?"
"Nineteen years," she answered, "I was first auctioned
off nineteen years ago yesterday, when I was eighteen."
Nicholas turned to the crowd, "Has it been that long?"
he said as he smiled warmly at Lauren, "Nineteen years
between virgins. As you can see, a very rare item is
being auctioned off, and Lisette is equally as lovely
as Lauren was . . . " Nicholas said smiling brightly
toward Lauren, "and is," he added.
Lauren smiled luminously at Nicholas and whispered in
my ear, "Surprised?"
"And, I might add," Nicholas said, "she was worth every
penny I spent on her that night."
I looked at Lauren, my eyes wide open. She simply
smiled at me and nodded her head.
"The bidding for item number seven is now open. The
opening bid is five thousand dollars," Nicholas said.
I looked into the crowd, and watched as Amanda held up
a paddle, "Five thousand dollars to number 102,"
Nicholas said matter of factly. It had never occurred
to me that a woman would bid on me, and possibly even
be the highest bidder. My mind raced at the possible
ways that a woman could take my virginity. I imagined
myself lying naked on a bed with Amanda at my side,
equally naked, kissing me softly.
Anderson raised his paddle, saying nearly inaudibly,
"Six thousand."
Nicholas acknowledged Anderson's bid with a nod and
said, "Six thousand to number 147," as a murmur swept
through the room.
The numbers swept through my head, six thousand
dollars, minus the house's cut and Lauren's would still
leave me with over five thousand dollars.
The man who had lifted my skirt during the examination
held up his paddle, saying loudly, "Ten thousand."
Nicholas nodded his head as the crowd turned to the man
in surprise, "Ten thousand to number 065."
Anderson quickly raised his paddle, saying softly, "Ten
thousand one hundred."
Nicholas nodded his head and announced Anderson's bid
to the crowd.
A woman in the back of the audience lifted her paddle,
the number hidden from view. Nicholas looked at her
and asked, "Yes, Sarah?"
"Her restrictions include no multiple partners. Does
that include a couple? I think she would be a
wonderful present for my husband," she said smiling at
a bald man seated next to her.
Nicholas looked at Lauren who in turn looked at me. I
leaned toward her and whispered, "I meant not more than
one man. I guess a couple would be okay."
Lauren nodded her head at Nicholas, who answered the
question, "No multiple males, couples are encouraged to
bid."
The woman turned her paddle and held it higher. "Twelve
thousand," she announced.
No sooner did she finish her words, than a man in the
front row held up his paddle and voiced the words,
"Fifteen thousand."
Nicholas arched his eyebrows and nodded his head,
"Fifteen thousand to number 258."
Anderson raised his paddle slowly, "Fifteen thousand
one hundred," he said softly.
Sarah quickly raised her paddle, saying loudly,
"Sixteen. Nothing is too much for my husband," she
explained.
The man who raised my skirt raised his paddle,
announcing his bid, "Twenty thousand dollars."
I looked at Anderson, who placed his paddle dejectedly
on his lap and shook his head.
Sarah raised her paddle, announcing her bid of twenty-
five thousand.
Nicholas acknowledged her bid with a smile, saying,
"Twenty-five thousand. A near record price. Going
once, going twice," he paused for a second, looking at
the boisterous man who shouted conspicuously, "Thirty
thousand."
Nicholas looked at Sarah, who returned to her seat, the
paddle in her lap.
"Thirty thousand going once . . . going twice,"
Nicholas said as he glanced around the room, "Forty
thousand dollars to number 001," he announced.
The crowd gasped audibly. The boisterous man sat and
dropped his paddle onto his lap as I looked desperately
around the room, trying to find the person who made
such an outlandish bid. All I could see was a sea full
of smiling faces as Nicholas announced, "Forty thousand
dollars, the highest bid ever received, going once . .
. going twice . . . sold to number 001 . . . " he
turned to me with a smile, "me," he added as he
approached the stage.
My mouth opened in amazement as Lauren led me off the
box. Nicholas met me at the bottom of the steps,
offering his arm to me. I hooked my arm in his, and he
led me to the small room I had spent half the night
waiting in. Closing the door behind us, he smiled
warmly and asked, "Surprised?"
I shook my head, "Uh-huh. I've had lots of surprises
tonight. I never knew Lauren had auctioned her
virginity here. I never even imagined that, and I
never imagined that you . . . um . . . "
"That I bought her," he said, finishing my sentence.
"I remember that night very well. It was my second
night here, before I started running the auction. I
took one look at her and knew I had to have her. Much
the same as I felt when I saw you for the first time
tonight."
I smiled at him warmly and blushed.
"Put on your clothes," he told me, "The night is young,
and we have a lifetime of adventures to begin."
I had become so accustomed to my nakedness, that I had
forgotten I was still completely nude in front of him.
As I covered my chest with one arm, I took my clothes
from the hook and looked at Nicholas shyly. He smiled
at me as he turned away.
I quickly pulled my clothes on, for some reason feeling
more vulnerable clothed than I did when I was naked.
"Ready," I announced timidly.
Nicholas opened the door for me, and I stepped through.
He held out his arm, and I placed mine through his as
he led me through the room. People were now dancing,
and many couples were locked in embraces. We
approached Lauren, who turned to us with a smile on her
face, "Ready, my love?" Nicholas asked.
Lauren looked at Nicholas, her mouth opened slightly in
surprise, "Ready? For what?" she asked.
"I wouldn't dream of spending this night with Lisette
without you," Nicholas said as he held out his other
arm. Lauren beamed as she placed her arm in his, and
Nicholas led us through the examination room, through a
heavy oak door into the night.
Nicholas led us outside to a waiting limousine. The
driver opened the door for us and we climbed in. I
stepped in first, taking a seat near the window. Lauren
followed and sat next to me. Nicholas sat across from
us and opened a refrigerator and pulled out a bottle of
champagne. He poured two glasses, and handed one to
Lauren and one to me. As he filled his own glass, he
said, "A toast. To a wonderful night, a beautiful
woman and a beautiful young lady."
We clicked our glasses together, and I brought the
glass to my lips. Tasting alcohol for the first time,
the sweetness of the champagne surprised me. I was
expecting something very strong, not smooth. The tiny
bubbles tickled my throat as I swallowed the champagne.
"This is going to be such a wonderful night," Lauren
told me, "It will be a night you will never forget."
She put her arm around my shoulders, and pulled me to
her. As I looked into her eyes, I could see a glimmer
contained in them. She put her hand on the back of my
head, pulling me to her. Closing her eyes, she pursed
her lips and brought my lips to hers. Our lips met, and
I closed my eyes. She kissed me passionately and ran
her hand along my thigh. Lauren broke our kiss, and I
looked at her as a beaming smile crossed her face.
Lauren looked sweetly at Nicholas and told him, "Thank
you so much, Nicholas. You will never know how happy
you've made me."
"You'll never know how happy you've made me in the time
we've known each other. I will never be able to repay
you for giving me some of the most special times of my
life."
Lauren patted the seat next to her, beckoning Nicholas
to sit next to her. As he sat, their lips met in a
passionate kiss. Nicholas ran his hand along her
thigh, reaching under the hem of her dress. She moaned
softly as his hand gently brushed her panties.
They broke their kiss with a giggle, "We have a third
person with us tonight," Nicholas said looking at me
with a smile, "We cannot forget beautiful Lisette."
"Of course not," Lauren said. She put her arms around
me, and our lips met in another passionate kiss. I had
finished my glass of champagne, but I am not sure if
what I was feeling was from the effects of the
champagne or from something else.
Lauren moved her hand under my blouse and cupped my
braless breasts. Her fingers gently pinched my nipple
as her tongue pressed against my closed lips. Opening
my lips, I felt her tongue enter my mouth as it gently
probed inside. I felt another hand stroking the inside
of my leg, and I knew from the touch that it belonged
to Nicholas.
His hands pushed my legs open, and his mouth replaced
his hand between my legs. He gently kissed my inner
thigh, and slowly moved his kisses higher. He reached
my panties, and kissed them softly. As he pressed his
mouth harder against me, I began to feel the erotic
sensations tremor through my body, centered between my
legs.
Lauren broke our kiss, and her lips touched my neck.
She softly sucked on the tender skin, and I heard
myself moan quietly. Her fingers continued to play
with my nipple as I softly caressed her shoulders.
Nicholas sat up, announcing, "We've arrived."
Lauren straightened her dress and I pulled my skirt
back down. The door opened and Nicholas led us into a
large mansion. He opened the unlocked door and my
mouth dropped in amazement as I saw the exquisite
interior. Paintings by the old masters adorned the
walls, I recognized a Monet among them. The carpet was
an intense white and as I looked at the intricate
staircase, I noticed a trail of red rose petals on the
floor. Nicholas beckoned me to follow the trail. I
climbed the stairs, following the path of roses around
a corner, into a large room adorned with but a single
large bed. The petals continued into an adjacent room,
which I entered and saw a large marble bathtub, pure
white and filled with warm water and rose petals.
Steam rose from the bath in pretty little wisps. I
turned to Lauren and Nicholas who had just entered the
room arm in arm. Nicholas nodded his head at me, and I
pulled my blouse over my head and wiggled my skirt past
my hips. Pulling my panties down, I stepped out of my
heels and walked toward the bath. The beautiful smell
of fresh roses filled the room, and I heard Bach begin
to play softly in the background.
I bent over and pushed one finger into the warm water.
Satisfied that I would not be scalded, I delicately
placed one foot into the bath. With both feet in the
warm water, I looked at Nicholas and Lauren as they
kissed passionately. Nicholas pulled the straps of her
dress off her shoulders, and adeptly opened the zipper
on the back of the dress. It fell to the floor, and
Lauren stood before me clad only in her panties. She
peeled them off and Nicholas stood behind her, wrapping
his arms around her waist.
Lauren was curvier than I, and her breasts seemed
incredibly large to me. I would later find out that
she once was as tiny as I was, but had her breasts
enlarged much to Nicholas' dismay. Nicholas cupped one
breast, and slid his hand softly against the side of
her tummy. She giggled as he tickled her and glanced
at me with a loving look in her eye.
I sat in the water, feeling every part of my body come
alive as the water touched every nerve. Lauren broke
away from Nicholas and ran toward the bath. Her breasts
jiggled as she approached me, and she stepped into the
bath with me. She cuddled next to me, and our lips met
again in another passionate kiss.
Lauren let her hands run all over my body, from the
bottom of my feet to the top of my head. Every touch
from her made me feel incredibly loved. Our tongues
danced together as I timidly touched her breast. She
placed her hand on mine, and squeezed my hand tighter
on her breast.
Breaking our kiss, she smiled at me affectionately and
stood slightly higher, bringing her nipple near my
mouth. Looking into her eyes, I slowly moved my lips
to her breasts. She pushed my head closer to her, and
I placed my mouth around her nipple. Her nipple
hardened as I rolled it around my mouth, gently letting
my tongue rub it. Lauren's nipple hardened as I played
with it. I closed my lips around it and softly suckled
her breast.
Lauren lowered herself, and I reluctantly released her
nipple from my lips. Our lips met in another kiss, and
I heard Nicholas say, "You two look very comfortable.
I'm going downstairs for some more champagne. I hope
when I return I will find you equally at home, but a
little drier," he said with a laugh.
Lauren and I giggled and we watched him leave the room.
We hungrily kissed again, and I felt her hand reach
between my legs and softly stroke my vagina. Her finger
pushed between my labia, and I moaned softly as she
penetrated me. With her other hand, she guided my hand
between her legs, and I felt my fingers on her downy
mound.
I let my finger softly slide along her labia, and she
moaned softly and her kisses grew more passionate.
Suddenly, she broke our kiss and stood, saying, "We had
better get out of here and dry off. Nicholas will be
back any second now."
We stepped out of the tub, and Lauren handed me a
luxurious robe that Nicholas had thoughtfully laid out
for us. She looked at me and laughed, explaining, "You
look so beautiful like you are. The rose petals pasted
on your skin look absolutely adorable." She stepped
toward me, and delicately pulled a rose petal off my
shoulder.
She held it to her nose and said, "This is sweet, but
not nearly as delicious as you." Lauren held me to
her, and I felt her bountiful breasts push against
mine. She stepped back and we put on our robes.
She turned and glided to the bed, and invited me to
follow. Lauren let her robe fall gently to the floor
and she sat on the edge of the bed. Smiling, she
patted the bed next to her. I mimicked her, and let my
robe fall to the floor, hoping to look as graceful as
she had.
I shivered as I sat next to her, and she laughed
quietly, saying, "My poor Lisette, you must be
freezing. You have goose bumps all over your body. I
can help warm you."
She pulled me next to her, and her body did indeed warm
me. She kissed my neck with a little butterfly kiss,
and followed an invisible trail on my skin to my tiny
breasts. Lauren took one nipple into her mouth,
hungrily sucking it. The pleasure I felt as she
suckled my breast surprised me, and I arched my back
spontaneously.
Lauren pushed me back softly, and I lay on the bed with
her at my side, still hungrily sucking on my breast.
My nipple fell from her mouth, and she continued
following an invisible trail along my stomach, pausing
to run her tongue inside my navel.
Her kisses continued lower on my body, until her lips
were softly kissing me between my legs. As her lips
touched my labia, I instinctively pushed against her,
rewarded by her tongue sliding between my labia.
Lauren's tongue slowly pushed in and out of me as my
breath grew shallower. She slid her mouth higher,
wrapping her lips around my clitoris and sucking it
gently. I felt her finger between my labia, and she
gently pushed it in me. I arched my back, pushing
myself against her, the pleasure from her mouth and her
intruding finger enraging my senses.
"Stop, I can't . . . anymore," I managed to say.
Instead of releasing me, she intensified her sucking
and moved her finger faster, bringing me to the point
where I had always forced myself to stop, "Please," I
said, "no more, I can't . . . " My words turned into a
moan, as I desperately tried to free myself from
Lauren. I was sure that I could take no more, the
feelings intensifying, more pleasurable than I had ever
felt before.
I felt her teeth gently bite my clitoris, and a loud
scream escaped my lips. I was unable to remain calm,
and I bucked my hips wildly. Every nerve of my body
seemed to come alive, feeling a kind of electricity
race through me, centered between my legs. One of her
hands pinched my nipple, and another scream pierced the
room, as the pleasure intensified even more. Lauren
pulled my entire clitoris into her mouth, sucking on it
and letting it roll on her tongue.
My body stiffened and my toes curled. I arched my back
and felt my head press back against the bed as my
orgasm crescendoed. I sat quickly, looking down at
Lauren as she continued to stimulate me. Unable to
continue, I pulled away from her and rolled onto my
back. Lauren laughed as I my body shook with the
remnants of my orgasm.
I looked at her, astonished that something could feel
so good. "Now you know what an orgasm feels like," she
said.
I nodded my head and closed my eyes, resting my head
upon the pillow at the head of the bed. "It sounded
like someone was having a good time," Nicholas said as
he returned to the room. "Looks like we have another
screamer," he said to Lauren. "Between the two of you,
I'm going to have to invest in sound panels, lest the
neighbors think I am torturing the two of you."
"She tastes delicious," Lauren told him as she sipped
her champagne. Nicholas handed a glass to me, which I
declined with a shake of my head. He smiled at me, and
tipped the champagne glass slightly. The cold
champagne dripped onto my stomach. Lauren quickly
moved her mouth to my belly, and softly lapped up the
champagne. Nicholas dripped the champagne on each of
my nipples, and Lauren pulled each nipple between her
lips as she cleaned the wine off my breasts. I felt
the drips touch my neck, and opened my mouth as
Nicholas reached my mouth. Soon, Lauren's lips locked
against mine, our tongues teasing each other. Lauren's
hand moved between my legs, and I felt two fingers
enter me. We continued kissing, her fingers slowly
sliding in and out from between my labia.
As I rocked against her, she moved her mouth from my
lips. I opened my eyes, and found Nicholas standing
next to the bed. He had removed his clothing, and I
stared at his penis, inches from my face. Lauren
gently suckled on my breasts and looked at me, smiling
and asking, "Are you ready?"
I nodded my head, and she stood next to Nicholas, and
gently pushed him next to me. He was sitting on the
bed, and Lauren beckoned me to stand next to her.
confused as to what would happen next, I did as
instructed. She knelt in front of Nicholas, and I
mimicked her. I stared at his hard cock, and felt
Lauren's hand on mine. She guided my hand to his cock,
and I shook as it touched my hand.
It was hard, yet still somehow oddly soft. It was a
little longer than the length of my hand, but nearly as
wide as my wrist. I stifled a laugh as I looked at the
tip. It looked like a tiny purple helmet with a tiny
slit on top. I grinned at Lauren and wrapped my
fingers around Nicholas' cock. I was afraid of hurting
him, and my fingers barely touched him.
"Go ahead, run your fingers over it. It won't hurt
you," Lauren said placing her hand on top of mine. She
squeezed firmly yet gently, and I felt the warmth of
his member on the palm of my hand. She moved my hand
slowly up and down his cock. As I learned the rhythm,
she removed her hand from mine, and moved her lips to
the tip of his cock. She gently kissed him, smiled at
me and said, "C'mon, kiss it. It's not poisonous."
I moved forward slowly, pursing my lips. Closing my
eyes, I felt my lips graze the head of Nicholas' penis.
"Open your lips a little," Lauren told me. I did as
she instructed, and pushed my mouth onto his cock,
until the head disappeared between my lips. "Suck on it
lightly, not too much," Lauren instructed, "let it
slide in a little more, but keep your teeth out of the
way."
My eyes still closed, I sucked on it ever so slightly,
and let it enter deeper into my mouth, "Now let it fall
out a little, then suck again and let it reenter your
mouth," Lauren said. I did as she instructed, and was
rewarded by her telling me, "Perfect. Keep doing it,
get a rhythm going. Each time, try to put a little more
into your mouth, but don't overdo it. Just put in as
much as you feel comfortable with."
I moved my head up and down, pushing his cock deeper
into my mouth. I wasn't able to get very much in,
maybe two or three inches. "Wrap your hands around the
base of his cock," Lauren instructed as she placed my
hand on his member, "Move your hand up and down with
your mouth, vary the pressure a little, let a little
saliva drip down between your hand and his cock." I
followed her instructions, my hand slid smoothly along
his shaft lubricated by my saliva. "You can move the
hand in the opposite direction of your mouth too," she
added as Nicholas moaned softly, "That's it, Lisette.
You're doing it perfectly. Don't worry about putting
it all the way in your mouth. That comes with
practice."
Nicholas started moving his hips quickly, and I
increased my rhythm trying to keep up with him. "I'm
almost there," he said with a growl.
"See," Lauren told me, "You're doing magnificently.
Now comes the difficult part. Don't be scared when he
comes in your mouth. Try to swallow as much as you
can, it's easier that way. Just sort of open your
throat and let it go down, then you don't have too much
in your mouth and you won't gag as easily."
Nicholas pumped his hips a final time, a warm, salty
liquid spurted from his cock. I was able to swallow
some of it, but the volume overwhelmed me, and I
started coughing. I pulled his cock from my mouth and
knelt on the floor, still coughing. Lauren sat next to
me and comforted me. "I'll do better next time," I
promised.
"You did wonderfully," Nicholas said as he reclined on
the bed. "Lauren, get her ready for the big moment. I
need a few minutes to recuperate from Lisette's
talented mouth."
I looked at Lauren and she smiled at me. She stood,
holding her hand to me. As I grabbed her hand, she
pulled me up and led me to the bed. I sat on the edge
of the bed and Lauren sat next to me, our bare skin
touching. She pulled me to her, resting my head on her
chest. Her nipple was inches from my mouth, and I
moved closer, pulling her nipple between my lips. As I
sucked lustfully from her breast, she let herself fall
backwards, pulling me with her. She guided my hand
between her legs and I felt the smooth skin of her
vagina. She guided one of my fingers along her slit,
letting my finger barely graze her labia. Suddenly,
she pushed my finger inside her, and it slid straight
in without resistance. Her vagina felt erotically warm
and moist and I felt an urge to slide my finger in and
out of her. As I did, she rocked against my finger as
it penetrated her. She moaned softly, then looked into
my eyes, "I'm supposed to be getting you ready," she
said with a smile.
Lauren pulled my finger from between her legs, and told
me to lie on my back. I did as she instructed, and I
felt her hands spread my legs open, her mouth gently
kissing my labia. She pulled one lip into her mouth
and slid her lips up and down the labia. She then took
both labia into her mouth, and as she slid her lips up
and down my slit, gently sucking on it, I moaned
involuntarily and raised my hips.
Lauren pushed her tongue into me, and I pushed against
her, trying to feel her tongue deeper inside me. Her
tongue snaked in and out of me, driving my passions
wilder. One hand gently pinched my right nipple, while
with her other hand, Lauren pushed one finger inside
me. It slid in and a loud moan escaped my lips. She
pulled her finger out, quickly replacing it with two of
her fingers. She rapidly pushed her fingers in and out
of me, her mouth gently sucking on my clitoris. My
hips moved reflexively as the erotic waves of
electricity filled my entire being. Without a word,
she pulled her fingers out of me and removed her mouth
from my clitoris. I opened my eyes, and saw Nicholas
taking her place and Lauren moving to lie next to me.
Nicholas placed his hands on the bed, next to my chest
and looked intensely into my eyes, saying nothing. He
let himself down slightly, and I felt his cock brush my
inner thigh. I knew the moment was near, and I turned
my head to the side and closed my eyes, fearing for the
worst. All that I had heard about losing my virginity
was about the intense pain that was inevitable.
Lauren gently kissed my lips and wrapped her arms
around my neck, saying, "Don't be afraid. It will
hurt, but only for a while. You're lucky to have such
a gentle man as Nicholas, or it could be much worse."
I breathed in deeply, feeling Nicholas's cock slide
between my labia. He moved it up and down my slit and
I involuntary pushed against him, and the head of his
cock slid inside me. It seemed much larger now than it
did when it was between my lips. I was positive that
it would not fit inside me.
Nicholas pushed his cock further in, and I gasped as I
felt my vagina stretch, allowing his cock inside. "I
can't," I whimpered, "It's too big, it won't fit."
Lauren laughed softly and held me tightly, "It'll fit,"
she said, "relax, trust us."
His cock pushed a little deeper, and as my vagina
stretched to accommodate it, I felt an intense pain.
He pushed it deeper, then pulled out quickly. The pain
disappeared slightly, only to be replaced by a feeling
of emptiness. The emptiness didn't last long, as he
slowly slid his cock back into me. I gasped as the
pain returned and protested, "No, it's too big, it's
too big."
Nicholas let his hard cock stay inside me without
moving it. As I adjusted to it, the pain subsided
somewhat, and I involuntarily pushed against him. As
his cock pushed farther into me, the pain returned and
I whimpered loudly.
Nicholas pushed again. I had never felt such an
intense pain, but Lauren had placed her finger on my
clitoris, and as she gently massaged the tiny button, I
squirmed and felt his cock move slightly inside me.
Nicholas remained motionless, as he let me get used to
his cock. The pain never disappeared as I wiggled
around, but the movement I felt inside me and Lauren's
touch soon overwhelmed the dissipating pain. I moaned
loudly, this time not from pain, but from pleasure and
Nicholas pulled his cock out of me. As he did, I moved
with him, not wanting to feel the emptiness I had
before. As the tip of his penis nearly escaped my
labia, he pushed quickly into me, and I screamed
loudly. The intense pain and pleasure mixed together,
bringing an odd excitement to my nerves.
He pulled quickly out, and pushed his cock back inside
me. His rhythm quickened, and I found myself ignoring
the pain, feeling the erotic waves of pleasure fill my
body. Within moments, his pace had increased rapidly
and I learned to push against him, mirroring his
movements instead of moving with him.
Lauren moved her hand away from my clitoris, and placed
her mouth on my tiny hardened nipple. I screamed
loudly again, as his cock pounded into me. I felt my
body tremor and closed my eyes as every nerve seemed to
come alive, awakened by the erotic energy cascading
through my body.
My orgasm subsided partially, and I opened my eyes.
Nicholas was looking at me intensely as he fucked me.
I looked at Lauren, who smiled at me, her lips still
wrapped around my nipple. Suddenly, I felt another
wave of sexual energy rush through me, and I closed my
eyes, arching my back as I let out another scream of
pleasure.
Nicholas's cock pounded into me relentlessly, and my
orgasm increased in intensity. I tried to tell them to
stop, that I couldn't take any more, but the only sound
that I could make was another high-pitched scream of
ecstasy. This orgasm didn't fade as the previous ones
had, instead another orgasm replaced it, more intense
than the others. I screamed loudly, Nicholas's cock
pumping into me. I thrashed my head wildly, sure that
I would be unable to take any more pleasure. I pounded
the bed with my fists as I arched my back, trying to
push his cock deeper inside me.
Nicholas's thrusts became more inconsistent, and with a
final moan, I felt him push into me, harder than he had
before. He moved slightly back and forth a few times
before he collapsed on top of me. I wrapped my arms
around him, continuing to move my hips pushing his now
softening cock in and out of me.
My orgasms faded, and Lauren joined us, wrapping her
arms around the three of us. Nicholas rolled off me,
lying on his back next to me. Lauren softly teased my
labia with her finger, slowly sliding it up and down.
I looked at Nicholas, who returned my smile, saying,
"The two of you will kill me if we aren't careful."
Lauren and I laughed loudly, our naked bodies covered
in sweat, "is it always like that?" I asked innocently.
"It depends on your partner, or partners," Lauren
answered, "Sometimes it will be less intense, and I'm
sure other times it will be even more intense. But I
have yet to find another person who excites me like
Nicholas."
Nicholas smiled at Lauren, "Now have I ever found
somebody that excites me like you, Lauren. However,
this little girl . . . excuse me, this beautiful
woman may just be your match."
I smiled shyly. "I guess I'll have to teach her
everything I know," Lauren answered, "That is if you
will let me, Nicholas."
"Lauren, you may teach her anything you want." Nicholas
answered as he stood and pulled on his pants. "I may
not be able to enjoy her for much longer, but you can,
and she will make somebody extremely happy. Just keep
her away from Donnie, he'll ruin her."
Lauren nodded her head and kissed me intensely, not so
gently biting my lip as she pushed her finger deep
inside me. I gasped loudly, surprised at the
forcefulness of her touch, "We can begin our lessons
now," she answered with a wicked smile.
* * * THE END * * *
* * for now * *
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