0 comments/ 108701 views/ 7 favorites Auctioned Ch. 01 By: silkenscarf Chapter 1: The Brothers' Auction When I joined the sorority, I didn't know they had a basement, and they certainly hadn't told me what went on down there. So when the announcements went up about the Sisters and Brothers Auction with a neighboring frat, I didn't know what it really meant. I signed up to participate. They said that my willing sisters and I would be auctioned off to the brothers of the fraternity. I figured we'd be cleaning bathrooms or cooking or something like that. On the night of the auction, one of the sisters crept up behind me in the showers after my workout and blindfolded me. She let me wrap in a towel, but not get dressed. And she led me into the basement I hadn't known about. She took off my blindfold in a long mirrored room, like a ballet studio. There were a couple other girls there, one wrapped in a blanket, one in a miniskirt and tube top, one in Daisy Dukes and a bustier. The girl who had kidnapped me left. And then the sorority president came in, entirely in the buff. "All right, girls. Off with it." The girl in the blanket dropped it, obviously expecting this. The rest of us hesitated. The president reached me first and tugged away my towel, looping it over her arm. Then she turned on the other two. "Take it off. The brothers have the right to see what they're purchasing." I have to say, I was in a state of shock. I barely heard the president say, "This will be a final auction. All decisions of the mediators, the frat president and I, are final and binding." Then she left with our clothes. When she returned, she spaced us evenly through the room, feet apart, instructed us to stand still, do as we were told and keep our mouths shut, and then took a position at the end herself. Then they let in the brothers. They were all fully dressed, which I found both unfair and a little relieving. They began to circle through the room, around us girls, looking intently. I knew I was blushing furiously. "Come on!" said our president. "Be thorough in your inspection! Only penile penetration is forbidden." That was when I felt the first hand squeeze my ass. I jumped, and he smacked me lightly. I remembered that we weren't to move. Another grabbed my breast, weighing it in his hand, then kneading it. My nipples must have stiffened, because one was tweaked. I gasped a little, but didn't move. "Hey," whispered one of the guys. "Think she likes it?" He reached between my legs and stuck two fingers in my shaved slit. He brushed my hard clit, and my stomach tightened, but I didn't make a sound. The rational part of me was getting numb, and the sensual part of me was getting excited. He removed his fingers and smeared the stuff on my lips. Another reached in from behind and rubbed hard on my clit. I gasped, my mouth falling open, and someone chuckled. The fingers rubbed again, and I felt my thighs quiver. He rubbed some more, in little circles, and his thumb went up inside me. Someone was playing with my nipples. Someone else was kneading my ass with one hand. I was breathing heavily, quivering, right on the edge of orgasm, when someone clapped. The hands disappeared and the guys filed out of the room. "All right," said the president. "You get five minutes to yourselves." The girl beside me stepped closer, running her manicured nails up my back. "I saw them fingering you," she said in a breathy voice. "Are you as close as I am?" I must have nodded, because she leaned closer and sucked on my earlobe, spiking me a little closer to cumming. "Good. Lay down. I'll lick your hurt, if you lick mine." I'd never been with a girl, but I didn't care. I just wanted release. I lay down on my back, and she lay down on top of me, pressing her twat to my face. "You first, girl," she hissed. I hesitated, then parted her lips with my thumbs and plunged in, running my tongue in bottom to top. I heard her moan, and then I reached her clit, started toying with it, rubbing, pressing the flat of my tongue to it, flicking. She got louder and louder, until I sucked it between my teeth and felt her go rigid with orgasm. I barely had time to register that I'd given my first dyke orgasm when her hands spread my thighs and her tongue parted my lips. She licked my lips first, then sucked on them. I'd never felt anything so exquisite. Then she plunged her tongue inside of me, hooking it around my pelvic bone, sucking and squirming. I heard myself moaning loudly. Vaguely I recognized that I was not the only one. And then she attacked my clit. My eyes flew open and they were standing over us, rubbing their crotches, the brothers who had bought us. It was too much. I was turning them on. I screamed in orgasm. Vaguely, I felt her being pulled off of me, by her buyers, I guess. I was still recovering from my orgasm when I felt a body cover mine and a cock thrust into me. He pounded into me, grunting, his dick rubbing my clit, but he came too soon and I was again at the brink of orgasm when they yanked me to my feet, pinched my ass and said they were ready to go now. Someone tossed a blanket around me, and another blindfolded me. They led me out to their two-door car and shoved me in the back seat between two brothers. As the car started, they peeled away the blanket, the left one sliding his hand up my leg, the right one baring my breasts and squeezing them. As he began to play with my nipples, Left pulled my thigh towards him and his fingers reached my twat, tracing lightly up and down the crevice. I heard myself mewling as Right leaned over and sucked on my nipple. Left kneaded my lips over my still-sensitive clit, engorging it and making my kegels start to flex. I heard a fly unzip on the right, and he took my hand and curled it around him, showing me the right motion. Left's hand disappeared for a moment, and then he took my other hand and pressed it to his cock. For my own convenience, because Left's fingers were on my lips again and distracting me, I used the same rhythm on both. Left didn't seem to mind, as he began sucking on my ear. Right was sucking on my left nipple now and kneading the other breast. The brother in the front passenger seat said, "Not fair that you get all the action!" "You'll get your turn," said Right as he sat up and pulled my face down towards his lap. I let go of both dicks, struggling to keep my balance in the tight, awkward corners. As Right fed his hard cock into my mouth, Left lifted my ass in the air and, as I struggled to place my knees and feet, he pushed a finger between my lips. "Oh, man! She's dripping wet! We got us a good replacement for Little Bitch." Right's hand was tangled in my hair as he drove me up and down on his cock. "Suck on it, bitch. Suck it hard. Make me hear it." So I tried to create suction as I rode up his cock, and good pressure on the way down, and he started making sharp little panting noises. "Aw, yeah, bitch!" He started to speed my rhythm a little. Suddenly, Left stuck two fingers up my twat and I moaned. Right must've felt it, because he groaned, his fingers tightening in my hair. Left started pistoning in and out of me, and I tried to meet his thrusts. Almost at the same time, I felt a hand on each of my breasts. One must've been Right's, and the other from the front seat. They squeezed and kneaded and played with my nipples while I bounced up and down on Right's cock and thrust at Left's fingers. And then the car stopped and, as Right came, the engine was turned off. Left withdrew his fingers and Right pushed me away. "Not bad for an amateur cocksucker," he groaned. The car doors opened. I reached for the blanket, but my hand was slapped away. "Uh, uh, uh!" said Left, squeezing my ass. "Now we know you're just a whore like the rest of the sisters." Then they pulled me out of the car. A finger slid between my lips and up my twat, pulling me closer to Front Passenger, who laughed. "You sure are wet, bitch!" He squeezed my breast and let go. Auctioned Ch. 01 ***This is a true story*** "Any improvement on $5...going once, going twice, gone." I peeled off both soxes one at a time, balled them together and arced them into the corner of the room. "Now I'm trusting you, Eve. You put that fiver in the mail." 'You bet :-)' appeared in the textbox. So I left both bare feet up on the desktop, wiggling my toes, etc, for the webcam -- and receiving a whole string of :-)s and ;-)s and 'applause' emoticons. Until one of the unseen audience typed in, 'methinks he's stalling ;-)???!' "Okay-okay," I said, pulling my feet off the desktop and standing up, turning first one way slowly then the other way, just as slowly, running my hand over my own rump, "now I think you'll admit these are first class slacks..." It's the kind of thing that happened every so often. To put it bluntly, I spent more money than I had --so I auctioned off my 'butt', so to speak, online. (Using the webcam feature of a popular dating website). It was meant to focus my attention -- embarrass me a bit, making me more careful. After all, I had no idea who was looking in, and 'bidding' etc. And it usually worked. For a while. I usually woke up somewhat sheepish the next day and more than a bit anxious in case someone really had recognized me. I mean, they certainly could, couldn't they... At the moment in question, there were 748 people watching (according to the website counter in the lower right corner of my monitor) as I playfully stroked my rump. Most of the onlookers were female, probably. "...and since they are first class slacks and I'm offering the slacks, mind, not just the belt -- in fact I'm offering the belt and the slacks, well, I'm going to put on a reserve of, say, hmmm, $20..." '$20 it is,' Monica typed in. Amie was just behind her and Louise, Jenny, Eve and Tracy also bid the reserve. Thinking I at last had an auction I tried to push it up... "Do I hear 25?"...nothing... "22?"...nothing... "You ladies are a hard crowd." 'We're not the hard ones :-),' Amie typed. And she was quite right. I turned to face the cam and I was indeed filling the slacks. "Ha bloody ha. C'mon, ladies, have a heart. I need the cash here -- you know that. 21?" Nothing. "Going once...going twice..."I popped the belt and little catch and peeled off the slacks, adding them to the soxes in the corner, in exchange for Monica's typed, 'The cheque's in the mail ;-) ;-)! ;-)' Three winks caused me to chuckle. And I was hard and no erection likes to be trapped so that's why I decided to part next with the boxers, pulling on the thick elastic and rocking back and forth on the balls of my feet. The bids were better. Having not set a reserve they ranged from $5 to $35 on the opening bid and I did manage to convince Tracy to go $41... When I peeled the boxers out from under the flaps of the shirt and tossed them in the corner, to the array of emoticons and typed in quips, I did some side turns and one full slow turn of 360 -- feigning self consciousness and stretching down the flaps on the shirt -- before releasing them and undoing the top button of my shirt. I was into the process now. (The sheepishness would come in the morning) The typed quips and emoticons and such out numbered the bids but it did go to $50 by the time I was down three buttons...then it stuck and didn't move. Although the comments continued so I was down to my last button when Jenny typed in '51 :-)' No amount of whining, pleading, quipping, etc., moved it to $51. So that was that. I popped the last button, literally peeled the thin fabric from my perspiring flesh and stood, nude, fully erect, and yes, embarrassed on some level, heart thudding, in front of 833 people. Mostly female. And in poured the comments and suggestions and emoticons and my erection was responding on its own, sort of quivering and getting that little bit of pre-cum visible in engorged cut tip...and I was swallowing a lot, and sipping from my drink, and about to move on to auction off my 'forfeit' when my heart stopped. So would yours. If someone was knocking on the door. Because someone was knocking on my door. Through the mike and cam they could obviously hear this because I was getting 'Well answer it'... 'Go on'...'Hurry up, don't keep us waiting'... And I thought, why not? I turned, and bare-assed, erection rolling and jouncing, the way they do, I crossed to the door. I knew they could all see me on the webcam and I thought okay-just-crack-open-the-door-for-a-peek and so I reached out. When I touched the metal doorknob it was like one of little electric shocks but I undid the latch and turned the knob and cracked the door about a quarter-inch and I peeked -- And there was my neighbor, Jenny, holding a 50 and a 1. And grinning broadly. "I do believe," she said, placing her free hand flat on the door and pushing, slowly but insistently, "That I just bought your gorgeous male ass..." The details from there are vague. My temperature went critical and I'm sure every square inch of me was scarlet. As it turned out, the webcam was going viral. Jenny was my age, give or take -- and gorgeous. We'd exchanged glances, etc, even coffee, once, but it hadn't developed. In part because she clearly had an FB and I had, well, an FWB. But Jenny quickly proved more than willing to exploit her current advantage. Simply taking hold of my throbbing erection in her free hand and, still grinning, walking toward the computer and webcam with me struggling to keep pace behind her. It's all a bit of a haze, to be honest. But I somehow came to be standing about 6 to 8 feet in front of the cam. My hands were on my head and $51 in bills were on the floor between my feet. In between, my engorged erection was the focus of a wry sideways Vanna-like gesture from Jenny, who was saying something like, "I have a few ideas of my own but I'm open minded so keep those suggestions coming, girls," at which point she closed her hand around my erection and stroked, slowly, once, twice -- and I came so hard that I only resurfaced with one knee resting on the bills... *** "Now that was just too easy," Jenny was saying, taking a firm grip on my hair and holding my head up to face the cam. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmm, Tracey, now that is a deliciously vicious punishment for lack of discipline...." I was trying desperately to read the monitor but I couldn't yet make my eyes focus...