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The form I filled out was amazing. First it had a really legal looking Confidential Agreement that Mrs. Cook had to witness me signing. It asked for age, height, weight and other dimensions. Chest size, waist and inseams for example we included. One question which seemed quite sweeping asked about dating experience. It listed from zero to five with zero not having dated, and five a 'fully experienced' dating male. After consultation with Sally (Mrs. Cook now insisted I call her that) she said she was sure that I ranked a five in the dating experience question... since she knew they were looking for young men who had sexual experience... not virgins.
When I gave Sally my finished form, she said I would officially be 'Kurt' for the auction and anything that comes along after that. She also let me know that the event was going to be held the Friday after Thanksgiving in the city. They had made arrangement to completely take over all the rooms in a small eight unit motel, thus limiting the auction to eight guys. Each of the ladies had recruited a participant but were prohibited from bidding on that person. They were going out of their way to keep it as legal as possible.
A couple weeks before the auction Sally called and asked for me to stop by when I was home from college to talk about the auction. I found out they had done lots more thinking and planning. They were going to do a 'score sheet' on each guy and the plan was to hold another auction around New Years. She reminded me that the Confidential Agreement I'd signed noted that we would have pseudonyms and that no personal information such as phone numbers or other contact information was to be passed at any time as a result of the auction. The auction was a one time purchase and that was all. It all became real clear now to me that the auction was essentially selling guys for sex. It was a one and done deal, with eight of us in an eight unit motel. Pretty clear each guy was going to spend time with the purchasing [a. k. a. lucky] woman.
None of this upset me. It was OK. Sort of what I had figured on with this weird 'fund raising' deal of this womans club. Rhonda and I had cooled off when school started because she went east to college and I went southwest. We did get together when we were both home, but I'd also scored with two new girls at school and I'm pretty sure she had some new guys on the line. Fair enough, we were both nice people with good skills and looks, and was logical that we'd find more company.
Sally had also told me the uniform of the evening was as little as we wanted. They were going to furnish us with little black bow ties on an elastic band which would fit around our neck. She'd seen me many times in short and shirtless and suggested I wear as little as possible. "Get yourself a pair of tight black shorts and show off your body. One other guy will be under 20 with the rest being guys around 25 so I think you'll be in demand! I'm glad that I brought you into the auction."
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Black Friday, the day after Thanksgiving, when everyone is supposed to be spending money on goods, The Elite Eight ladies meet at the small private motel. The format was a morning mixer where everyone was in street dress for a mix and mingle and get to know everyone. I had a nice name tag that said I was Kurt, and I noticed that Sally was actually Sarah and she told me that all the women's names were changed some to help obscure their identity.
The guys were told to go change... dress how they wanted to be for the Speed Dating Lunch and subsequent auction. The lunch was five minutes at a table, and then move to the next table and next lady, taking your plate with you. The conversation... interviews... were wow very different. One lady asked if she bought me would I please her orally... for a very long time. Another asked me how big I was and I knew she was talking about my cock. A couple of the ladies had small note card questionnaires to be filled out. Those were the same so the ladies had worked together on the questions they wanted to ask. Questions were all over the map: When did you have sex last? What age was she? You been with a mature woman? Would you go on a date with me if you could? Your best position? How many time can you orgasm this evening? (The auction was to take less than an hour, starting at two o'clock with the rest of the afternoon and evening being with the purchaser. For some reason or other, all the guys had to leave by seven, and the women would meet after that.)
Other women just interviewed me. Where was I going to college, what was my major and did I get good grades. What did I hope to do after I got out and went to work. Did I have any sisters and if so what were their ages. By the time the 40 minutes was up, I felt well exposed. My shorts were super tight and short. More than one lady made a point of checking out my package and one lady had me stand and slowly turn around for her. She also asked if she could touch my arms... since the only contact allowed was handshakes. I told her she could touch any and all of me as much as she wanted... later if she bought me. I also told her I'd be anxious to touch... feel... caress... fondle all parts of her and make her feel the very best possible. She just smiled and said "I just might buy you stud."
For the auction we were brought in one at a time and stood on a slightly elevated platform. The women sat around in a circle around the platform. Some were dressed the same as for the speed lunch, and a couple had taken off wraps or blouses and what was showing was nice. They were not on sale, but their appearance made it look like they wanted to be. Maybe they were just measuring how the particular male on sale reacted to their skimpy tops. I liked it and smiled at both of them. The auction was an unusual format. The bids went around from lady to lady with them upping the bid or passing. Somehow they had a deal fixed up somewhat like Rank Choice Voting where it was not clear to me who was my final lady purchaser. We were told that when we got our room assignments we'd find there the successful bidder. And to enjoy!
After the bidding I picked up my things and waited in the common room. When the lady came in to do the room assignments, she sent everyone on their way except me. Then she said to me "Kurt, you are mine now until until seven. We are going to Suite # 4 at the end of the hall. We are lucky, I drew the straw for the best suite which also meant I had to do the assignment deal while the rest of the girls got to be in their rooms getting ready. So when we get there... I hope you are OK if I have a few minutes in the bathroom alone. OK?"
"Sure that is not a problem."
"And one nice thing before, hopefully a lot of nice things, here is $600, your share of the pot. FYI you are the second highest man here today. Congratulations. Now let's get to our Suite."
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When Monica came out of the bathroom she was dressed only in a lacy see thru bra and matching bikini panties. For all purposes she was almost nude and looked spectacular. She was obviously one of the gym rat ladies that Sally had complained about how good they looked. She was right, Monica's body was perfect so far as Kenny was concerned. He'd gotten mostly undressed while she was in the bathroom and now it was easy for her to walk to him and open her arms..."Kiss me baby. Kiss me Kurt. Romance me. Make love to me."
Monica's mouth was very warm... her lips were bright red from a fresh coat of lipstick and lipgloss. She looked great for a middle aged woman. Kent didn't know if she was 40 or 50 or somewhere in between. She sure had a nice shape. One little clue about her age was a nice bush between her legs that showed proudly thru the bikini panties. He knew that younger women were fanatics about shaving or removing their pubic hair and he was honestly glad to see it. He's never been with a girl... woman... who had a bush and he was looking forward to rubbing his nose in it. Oh yes.
Kurt was a full 6" taller than Monica and when they kissed she wrapped her arms around his body just below his arms and pulled him tight smashing her tits against his bare chest. The cherry red lips soon were followed by a snaky tongue asking for admission into his mouth. Instantly he opened and responded so that their tongues were having fun with each other. At one point Monica broke the embrace and gulped in air. "Damn baby, you have me so hot already I am forgetting to breathe. You may have to do mouth to mouth resuscitation several times. Think you can do that?"
This time as she drew him close her hips pressed against is growing erection which was only contained by his bright red and black satin Jockey briefs. This met with thrusting of his hips and the two of them dry humped for a few minutes as they kept kissing. Monica liked kissing. A lot. She told him that and kept kissing and frenching Kurt. Coming up for air again she pulled him toward the king bed and grabbed the covers and ripped them open... pushing him toward the bed and falling right on top of him. "Hug me baby. Kiss me. Lick me. Please."
When Kurt's hand went to her breasts he discovered she'd some way removed her bra and was met by a hard nipple capping a full firm breast. Her kiss immediately went to a moan instead of french kissing him. "Yes. Lick please" and she pushed his head down to her tits offering them to him. Obviously wanting attention on them. Kurt obliged licking and sucking the nipple closest to him, and played with the other breast and nipple with his other hand.
"Monica... you have wonderful breasts. Oh my god yes. Really are better than any girls."
"Mmmm thank you. What do you like about them?"
"Your nipples are big and hard. LOVE THAT! DAMN YES! And ah... your tits are big... firm... and perfect shape. Yes, oh god yes I love them. So nice. Yes." And so the boy kept licking and sucking on her nipples... playing with her full globes... making her hotter and hotter since she was getting exactly what she wanted and had not had for years.
Her hands were down to his cock feeling it only for seconds thru the fabric and quickly pushing them down and off his legs... finding a fully erect large cock and balls... ready for her loving. Kurt's hand quickly caught up with hers and he slid his fingers in the top of her pantie to be met by a nice bush all soggy wet with her sex juices. As his fingers found her slit it was wet, hot and swollen already.
As Kurt was making motions to slide down and do oral sex on her, she held on his shoulders. "No, not yet. I am too anxious. Take me. Fuck me. Fuck me now baby. Fuck me hard. Now." Since she'd previously said she didn't want him using condoms he gladly got her skimpy panties off and positioned himself between her legs. She was on her back, arms open, and it was obvious she wanted to be taken in the missionary position which Kurt gladly obliged... as he slid all his 18 year old cock deeply up into her body... almost all in one stroke she was so wet and he was so hard.
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