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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 * * *

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