I'll Be Home For Christmas

It took another second, and Amy gave in. "Oh, all right," she reluctantly surrendered, at which point Lola grinned big at her and clapped her red mittened hands together. Amy pointed a green mittened finger at her. "But that was a dirty trick, manipulating me like that."

Lola wryly replied, making fun of her. "I know, and I promise to feel excruciatingly horrible about it for the rest of my life. Now come on." They strode back over to where he was standing, pacing about, slowly warming up. He breathed on his hands.

"Oh, here, here, let us do that for you," Lola offered, taking one of his hands in her mittens and rubbing it between them. Amy did the same with his other hand. "One little question, sir...please don't ask us to explain just yet, but...how old are you?"

He did as she asked, supplying only his age. "42."

"Good!" Lola winked at Amy. "That works." She gestured down the hall for him. "Now would you like to come with us, and right now we'll buy you a nice candy bar or something, get you warmer, and then later, if you like, we can take you out for some dinner?"

The man was visibly moved. "Wow," he said, "My fortune sure seems to have turned around to run into you two girls, but...I don't know if I could ask you to go quite that far for me."

Amy said, "But you didn't ask, we offered. And we insist!"

"That's right, and it's Christmastime!" added Lola. "We couldn't turn away a cold, hungry gentleman at Christmastime."

"And, since we're already kinda shaking hands here, I'm Amy."

"And I'm Lola."

"Well...very pleased indeed to make your acquaintance, ladies! I'm George."

"Super lovely to meet you too, George," said Lola. "Right this way!"

***

They sat together in the waiting room. George was practically inhaling a Snickers bar the women had purchased for him.

"So, what sort of place is this?" he asked between bites. "Doctor's office?"

"Kind of, but not really. We'll get to that in a minute," said Lola. "How are you feeling? Can we turn up the heat? Can we do anything else for you?"

"Mm," said George, his mouth full of chocolate, peanuts and caramel. "I'm starting to feel much better, actually."

Amy was warily eyeing Lola. It was evident she was very nervous about this whole arrangement.

"Fantabulous!" said Lola. She said, "Well, George, this establishment of ours is a type of bank, actually. But you see, it's not the sort of bank that handles your money."

"That's right," Amy jumped in. "See, this is a place where single women and lesbian women who would like to become mothers visit, and men come here to...indirectly help the women, with that task."

George looked back and forth between the two of them. He wasn't exactly getting it all. They were going to have to spell it out for him.

"George, this is a sperm bank," Lola explained.

George lightly choked on a piece of Snickers upon hearing this. "OH my God, sorry!" said Lola, giving him a pat on the back. Luckily, it was only a crumb down the windpipe, nothing serious.

"So, George—...why don't you let me take that coat for you, if you're feeling warmer now." He obliged. Lola took it, promptly stuffed it in Amy's arms, then sat back down and slipped her hand around his shoulders.

Amy stared at her bitterly. "That's okay, Lola, don't trouble yourself; I'll hang it up! No, please, allow me!" she quipped caustically.

Lola continued talking to George. "We have lots and lots of very nice people come to visit us here, but...sometimes...well...not quite as many as we'd hoped."

Amy hung up the coat and moved in closer to him as well, lightly resting her hand on his thigh. "Yeah, like this very week, for instance."

"Right," Lola resumed. "The..." She paused. "Hey," she said, turning to Amy, "I've got an idea. George, why don't you stand up, and we'll show you around a little bit, huh?"

Okay, why not, he simply acquiesced. They took him arm in arm around the small perimeter of their waiting room and donor areas. As they made their way around, Lola said, "So most of the time, we do very well with the number of nice gentlemen who come to donate their essences to us. Although this being the Christmas season, that's slowed us down a tad."

"Oh," said Amy, opening one of the doors, "George, you should see this room...this room's very special." They guided him into this very special room. "Our V.I.D. room."

"The fact is, George," said Lola, as they entered the V.I.D. room, "Our weekly goal is at least thirty sperm donations." She kept his face turned towards her so that he wouldn't see what was on the other side of the room. "However, this week, it seems we were only able to accumulate a total of..."

George abruptly heard the sharp sound of a door being shut. He turned around and saw Amy leaning up against the door. She was posing provocatively against it, looking at him with an innocent yet seductive expression. And he heard Lola finish, "...twenty-nine."

It took a few more moments, but then George began to put two and two together. He became alarmed. He said, "Um, thank you so much for everything, ladies, really, but I think I'd better be running along now," approaching the door, trying to get around Amy.

"Uh, where, George?" Amy asked, halting him. "You've nowhere to go, you told us, remember?"

George thought as he looked back and forth between them. He remembered.

Lola took him by the hands. "George, honey, it's okay," she consoled him. "There's nothing to worry about. We're going to take care of you. Now we said a little later we'd take you out to dinner, and we will—and we can even look into putting you up in a hotel room for a couple nights—it's just that right now, George, 'twould appear that we've got a little favor exchange to deal with."

"Right," said Amy. "You, for right now, anyway, needed to come in out of the cold and get warm, and we..." She awkwardly sucked some air through her teeth. "...need a thirtieth sperm sample in order to meet our weekly goal."

"With which we were hoping you might be able to...help us," Lola said, flipping her eyebrows and flirtatiously caressing his arm.

"But," said George, "You...you ladies want me to just give you my..." He let the question trail off. "I-...I don't think I'm comfortable with that." His voice was shaky.

"And we completely understand that, George, trust us," said Amy.

"Of course!" said Lola. "It's a perfectly normal reaction. Granted, this is a bit of a reversed situation, as normally our donors come to see us of their own volition."

George looked over at the other side of the wall for the first time. It consisted of a small table with a TV and DVD player on it, another small table with pornographic magazines and DVDs, and a soft armchair. He was feeling more uncomfortable.

"Are-...are you going to keep me in here against my will unless I...do this for you?" he asked them.

"Oh, well, you know, George," said Lola, "I don't much care for the phrase 'against my will.' This is a bit of a gray area, you know what I mean?" she went on as she led him towards the armchair. He looked behind him. Amy was still blocking the door.

And inside of Amy, actually, a funny feeling was developing. She wasn't sure why, but though she didn't think it would, the idea of taking in this gentleman and persuading him to help them out, now that it was actually happening, was, somehow...turning her on. There was no visible explanation, but now, with him in their room, something...deep down inside her suddenly really, very much wanted to just...undress him, and...get into his pants, and...

What?! Amy, you naughty girl! That's not you! thought the orderly, sensible, nagging part of her brain, mentally smacking herself on the wrist. What's the matter with you? We might expect this kind of thing from Lola, but not you, Amy! You don't have that depraved mind! Still, the other part of her brain argued, Wait a minute! Can't we indulge myself once in a while? I'm not a nun! I'm not a monk! And...it's actually been a long time since I've...touched a man...down there. She let herself be swayed in one direction, then the other, back and forth. An arbitrary third thought then entered her mind. Maybe Lola's right...maybe I AM indecisive.

Meanwhile, Lola continued. "Technically, we're not legally allowed to...essentially hold donors prisoner." She gingerly coerced him down into the armchair, squatting down beside him. "Our hope, y'see, was that we could just be nice enough to you, that you would be nice enough to...do this for us."

Amy regained attention on George. She allowed herself to enjoyably consider slithering her hand under his jeans, until finally she decided, Screw it. I want this. Other part of my brain, go to heck in a handbag. Stepping from the door over to the other side of the chair, she added, "Right, and, if you absolutely insisted on refusing us this request, we'd have to respect your decision. We can't force you to do it, but," she sighed, becoming more manipulative herself, "We'd really have no choice but to release you, back outside."

"And need we remind you, baby, it's cold outside," Lola added.

They were now each hanging on to one of his arms. Lola was looking at Amy suggestively. Amy was beginning to get very amused and excited. Lola was more used to such situations. George said, "But...couldn't we just go out to dinner right now instead?"

Silence. They paused and sighed. Lola said to Amy, "I don't think we can do this nicely anymore." She turned to George, and softly but firmly stated, "...I'm sorry, George; no sperm, no dinner."

"W-...what??" said George.

"That's right," chimed in Amy, letting her warped debaucherous side start to take over entirely. "No fruition, no nutrition." She then proceeded to surprise all three of them, as if her mouth couldn't stop it. "No rub, no grub, no squeal, no meal, no jerk-y, no turkey, no come-y, no yummy!"

"A-MY! What the hell—?!" Lola turned red and broke up laughing. She had never seen this side of her before. "I cannot believe that just came out of your mouth!"

My gosh! thought Amy, I didn't realize how aroused I really am! I need this more than I thought! I'm hornier than Lola!

A grinning, now fired up Amy, intoxicated by how much fun this was turning into, gave her another one. "Oh yeah? That's what your Dad said last night." This made Lola's eyes and mouth pop wide open, collapsing in laughter once again.

George was not exactly laughing. He had to admit this particular repartee was uniquely...well...unique, and he was trying to be very polite with them, but he also rather wanted out of here. He tried to rise from the chair, but as Lola predicted, ceasing their silly symphony, together they were able to pull him back down. He tried again several more times, to the same result. They stopped laughing and joking for the moment.

"Oh, now, George, please, hold on, wait a moment!" said Amy, trying not to giggle at the ludicrousness of the whole situation, as they repeatedly wrestled and pinned him down in the chair, "This would be so much easier for all of us if you would just cooperate!"

"She's right!" said Lola. "We really don't want to be forceful about this! We want to be your friends, George!" They settled down a little. "And, we want you to be ours."

He stopped trying to shake them away and sat still in the chair. He was very drained of energy from his last few days of anguish. He was beginning to feel that he might just have to honor their wishes. He waited a few minutes.

"Um...would..." he stammered, "...would I have to do this right in front of you girls, in the same room?" he asked.

Delighted to see that he now appeared to be coming around, the ladies smiled. "Oh, that's up to you!" said Lola amicably.

"Yes," said Amy. "If you want us in the room with you, here we'll be. If you want to be alone, we'll go outside." But pleeeease at least just let ME stay with you while you jerk off...PLEEEEASE let me watch you stroke your lovely cock... her randy mind thought.

"Hey, we could even do it for you if you wanted," said Lola. She'd said it as a bit of a throwaway, but a couple of beats passed while Amy and Lola thought about it, and, "Hey, that's actually not a bad idea!" Lola appended with a growing smile.

Amy's anxious heart started pounding. She asked, calmly on the outside, "Would you be more comfortable with that, George?"

George answered after a moment, "I don't think I'd feel too comfortable either way, but..." He was having a very difficult time bringing himself to finally agree. He glanced over at the visual materials on the small tables a few feet away from them.

"Oh, forget about that stuff," Lola said. "We don't supply that, it's ordered and delivered to us, and actually, it's not really that good or effective at all. Most of our donors don't even use it. It's not hot or sexy, it's just...dumb." She softened her voice, and coyly suggested, "Maybe we can give you a little encouragement ourselves?..." She began to massage his inner thigh, back and forth, back and forth. "Huh?" she asked gently. "How does that feel? Good?" Amy at the same time started rubbing his neck and shoulder. After a couple more moments, George had to admit that he was enjoying the massaging. They noticed his facial expression relaxing as he leaned into them, and so they enticed him further. Lola began rubbing his back with her other hand and Amy also worked on his hip and his other thigh.

"Oh, George, we can see that you're enjoying this," Lola said to him, honey dripping from her voice. "That's what we want. We want this to be a positive experience for all of us."

Soon, they finally noticed a twitch and a small rise in his tattered jeans. They smiled. "My, oh, my, that does feel good, doesn't it?" Amy asked him sensually, her own juices already in motion. Their hands inched closer to where his inner thighs met his crotch. He stirred as he felt them approaching his genital region. "Um...ladies..." he squirmed, "I'm...I'm still not sure, about—..."

"It's okay," Lola took over for him, "We are." She rubbed him through the jeans, looking up at him with a deceptively beatific smile. He squirmed and stirred some more. He heard Amy ask him, "Are you, eh...are you ready to take them off, George?"

"I...don't..." He wasn't sure. He honestly didn't know how he felt about this. On one level, it felt nice. On another, it felt...strange...as if he didn't know if it should be happening. Still, he allowed himself to be drawn further in.

"Trust us, George," said Lola. She unbuttoned them and pulled the zipper down. Then she tugged them from around his backside towards his calves. He wanted to reach out and stop her, but...he also didn't want to.

At last, the pants came down far enough, and out jumped his stiffened member. The women's minds cheered. When he saw it was exposed, George emitted a low, "Oh..." and closed his eyes, feeling a touch of embarrassment color his face.

"Aw," he heard Lola say to Amy, "Look at that, he's shy! Isn't that adorable." She pulled off his shoes, then pulled the jeans' legs down and off of his legs. Now with nothing covering the lower half of his body, they spread his legs open as wide within the confines of the chair's arms as they would go. The initial naked fondling began. "Oh, Ames," Lola reminded her. She motioned out the door with her head as she worked George up towards a full erection. Amy picked up on her hint. They needed a receptacle. As much as she didn't want to leave the room at all, "I'll be right back, George!" she announced. She returned a moment later with one of the bank's standard hard plastic cups, disconnected from its lid. She eagerly settled in beside Lola. "So..." she said, "...what should I do?"

"Um...oh, here, play with his balls," Lola said. "That way, I can stroke him with both hands."

Amy started caressing them. Her hands were lightly quivering with enthusiasm. "Like this?" she asked.

"Yeah, y'know, rub 'em, jiggle 'em, tickle 'em, tease 'em. They like that a lot," Lola instructed. "Balls love attention. They really really really don't wanna be left out, just don't play with them too rough. They're extremely sensitive."

George was allowing himself to just let his head fall on the back of the chair, while the women cuddled and groped him. He still wasn't entirely certain how he felt about this, but it was beginning to feel very good.

Growing harder and harder in her hands, Lola remembered another aid they could use. "Oh, Amy, go get me some oil!" she said, motioning for it with her head again.

"Oh, Lola, for crying—!" Amy sighed. She was starting to feel like Lola's gofer. She was the horniest one in the room right now, and she really wanted to just stay right here, toying with these funny balls. Suddenly, the short jaunt outside the door for a little massage oil seemed like a very long trip. "...Okay, but after this, if you want anything else, you're getting it yourself." She accidentally kicked the cup a few feet away as she jumped up. Oh, shoot, she thought. Ah, I'll get that later. She paused to say, "I'll be right back again, George," re-disappeared, re-reappeared, and then a minute later, George could feel the sensation of the lubricating oil drip onto the head of his penis, then down each side, Lola rubbing it all around, her hand easily slipping and sliding up and down on it.

"Okay, balls, Amy's back," she said to George's testicles, contentedly plopping back down in her spot, "And she's not going anywhere now." She resumed her teasing activity on him. She was wanting to touch both George and herself.

More time passed. The sun had since gone down. The city was now lit only by man-made lights, and it was still snowing. It was a beautiful tableau. Eventually, they fell into a sort of rhythmic pattern. Lola was holding the base of his penis with one hand and giving it smooth, even strokes with the other, keeping a good, moderately quick speed. Amy was cupping his balls in one and dancing her fingertips gracefully over them with the other. Amy was jealous, desiring to be the one to actually orchestrate the masturbation and handle the penis herself, but then, Lola was more experienced in this sort of thing. She knew better what she was doing. George's entire body started to react. He started breathing heavier. His head rolled back on the chair, and small moans were beginning to resonate out from his vocal chords. Lola and Amy were enjoying watching his varied flattering reactions.

Lola couldn't help but smile, a great big, teeth-baring, cheekbone-stretching, laugh line-inducing, eye-narrowing smile. "Hey, I think we're good at this!" she proclaimed.

"Yeah," said Amy, "How come we never tried this before?!" They both giggled like kids.

Lola was feeling genuinely proud of herself. She had put Amy and their other colleagues under the impression that she had in fact had a lot of experience in the past, but the truth was that though she liked being thought of as an authority figure on these kinds of subjects, she was a big talker. She didn't technically possess all the inner knowledge and skills and capabilities she led them to believe she did. It was really just a fun little roleplaying game for her. But here she actually was, with an actual penis in her hands, actually stroking it up and down, evoking real, actual, candid outbursts and exclamations of pleasure from its owner. And she was making the gentleman feel this way...with Amy's help, of course, but nonetheless, her ego was highly boosted. She felt confident and in control. She was nice and excited, yes, but if she only knew what was going on inside Amy's body right now.