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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
"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."
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
"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
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
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
"Restrictions?" he asked.
"No S&M," Lauren answered for me, "no multiple partners,
bondage is okay, but she is willing to be submissive, within reason, no
"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
"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
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.
"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.
I laughed silently as my embarrassment grew, "Have I masturbated you
mean?" When the old man nodded his head, I continued, "Yes."
"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
"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.
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
"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
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
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
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
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,
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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,
"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
"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
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
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,"
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
Anderson raised his paddle slowly, "Fifteen thousand one hundred," he
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
I looked at Anderson, who placed his paddle dejectedly on his lap and shook his
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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
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
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
"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
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
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 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 * *