"Hello. Those are unusual names."
Madam Y, the nasty one spoke up: "Any major illnesses run in your family?"
"What?"
She repeated the question. "Any major illnesses? History of cancer, heart disease, mental disorders?"
"No..."
The questioning went on. Family history (no illnesses, no baldness), childhood diseases (smallpox, etc.), academic performance (graduated from B______ College with honors, though Lisa had to assure them that B______ was indeed a reputable school). And so on. This went on for about 20 minutes. When they were satisfied they began to get down to brass tacks.
Madam Y: "Okay, let's have a look at him."
Lisa asked me stand and I complied.
"He's got nice height," piped up Madam X, the nice one.
"Let's check out the entire package."
"Get undressed." Lisa commanded. But I did not respond. Lisa walked up close to me. And looked at me deeply. "What's wrong?" she asked with concern.
"I...I...?"
I felt uncomfortable. I felt like I was on display; it didn't feel right. Lisa seemed to be aware of my conflict and drew me in.
"You want to get undressed. Those clothes you are wearing...they are very itchy, very uncomfortable, they are making you sweat. It will so much nicer when they are off...no chaffing, itching, just delicious cool air....we are all your friends here, we have seen you naked before, you feel all right..."
She was right, everything I was wearing felt like a wool sweater, and I did feel more comfortable around these people...why not, I thought. I might as well take them off.
I removed my clothes and just felt relief from all that itching...my body felt loose and free. Lisa issued new commands.
"On your arms and legs, I want you to picture long metal tubes...unbendable steel. You arms and legs are encased in this steel tubing, you cannot bend them you cannot move them. The harder you try, the tighter the steel becomes and the harder it is to move."
She was right, my arms and legs felt as stiff as boards, I could not bend or move them. Madam X & Y circled around, inspecting my body like it was a piece of meat hanging on a rack. I let them; what else could I do?
"Nice ass," said Madam X.
"Thanks. I try."
The two women circled and inspected. Apparently I was passing whatever test they were giving. Madam X stopped right in front, she was only inches from my face. I felt a hand touch my penis.
"How big does this get?" She asked.
I smiled and said: "Give it a few tugs and find out."
"Ugh." She withdrew and pulled away. "I'm not going to tug on that thing."
"It's on the happy side of average," piped up Lisa. "Want to see?"
Lisa stepped up close and dropped to her knees. I felt familiar lips wrap around my limp member which sprung to life under the expert tonging of Lisa. I rocked with my stiff legs trying to get a rhythm going, but Lisa pulled out.
"Hmmm,"said Madam Y "It looks all right. If we have a boy, God forbid I wouldn't want him to be short changed. Of course I don't want a Leviathan either...I guess he'll do. All right Lisa work your magic and let's get this over with."
It was at that moment that all the pieces fit. I was here for one purpose and one purpose only. I was a sperm bank and I was here to service one or more dykes in procreation. Before I had time to weigh all the issues at hand, Lisa stepped up close and tapped me on the forehead and I was out.
I awoke. Lying in the recliner. Still naked but no longer aroused. Lisa was sitting on the armrest. On the couch I spied Madam X & Y; both out. Hypnotized I presumed.
"How do you feel?" asked Lisa.
I assured Lisa I was feeling fine and I offered to her my hypothesis on why I was here. She confirmed my suspicions. I was still curious why I was actually needed in person. What do I have that the Turkey Baster doesn't.
"Believe it or don't, but the penis is still the best sperm delivery system ever invented. At the moment of ejaculation, sperm, swimming in semen are propelled from the tip of the penis into the vaginal canal at a speed of 500 feet/per second. A turkey baster isn't rated at a quarter of that speed. Additionally, male orgasm induces an involuntary thrusting of the hips, driving the penis even further into the vagina. It is as perfect as mother nature designed it. Why mess up a good thing with something as impersonal as a turkey baster. Besides, I don't own one."
"Couldn't you borrow one?"
"No, besides the baster would deny me the pleasure of my Sexual Russian Roulette I've come up with."
This should be good. "Explain please."
"All in good time my faithful lackey, all in good time. First some fun."
Lisa rose off the recliner and walked over to the sleeping dykes. They looked so peaceful; filled with bliss rather than their usual man-hating condition. She kneeled on the couch between the two and began speaking to them in low tones. I tried to get closer to hear but I seemed to be unable to rise from the recliner; I was still in Lisa's spell and I assume she did not want me close enough to hear their true identities.
The effects of Lisa's new commands to the duo seemed apparent however. At first they seemed to fall deeper and deeper into their relaxed state. Their heads drooped and I could not see any sign of tension anywhere in their body. This went on for several minutes, the girls falling deeper and deeper into Lisa's spell. After a bit Lisa turned to me and winked. She spoke to them again, this time loud enough for me to hear:
"It is nice to be alone. All alone in a big house far from the noise and din of the city. No one is around for miles. Just you, all alone in your lavish bedroom, lying back comfortably on your large comfortable bed this afternoon. It looked so inviting just to layback and feel it come up to meet your back, supporting you as you lie in comforted bliss. It is a good day to do nothing but relax and think wonderful thoughts; wonderful thoughts about yourself, your life, your body, your sex....it is such a nice day, why not think about sex? It's such a pleasant thought, the wonderfulness of having a woman caress your body in all the places you like...this is wonderful thought and you are focusing on it...all other thoughts are slipping away, the house, the room, the bed, only thoughts of sex inhabit your mind now, they are becoming more vivid! More intense!"
Under this barrage of hypnotic suggestions I saw the woman begin to respond, their bodies squirmed slightly as their sexual drives began to click in in response to Lisa's words.
"These thoughts are burning into you now, building up pressure, you need to feel release! It would be so natural to touch yourselves as another woman might touch you, you want to touch yourselves, your touch is so luxuriant, every place your hands roam you will feel intense pleasure, pleasure that will increase under your own touch."
Sure enough the women began to squirm and moan a bit...slowly their hands moved. Madam X glided a hand up to her breasts and one onto the mound on her jeans, which she began to rock into; gently at first and then more intensely as she built upon the feeling. Madam Y took the more direct approach and attacked her sex with a two-handed assault, one hand over her jeans and one right in. The outside hand rubbed her lower mound while the intruder into her jeans seemed be fingering her clit. I was getting pretty excited by this action and my penis made its presence known again. Lisa stepped back to watch the action. She must have been getting into the grove as well because I spied her idling fingering her nipple as she directed the action taking place. I watched her squirm a bit in her pants; watching the dual masturbation clearly was taking a toll on her. Finally she just gave in. She quickly unbuttoned her blouse, and slid her jeans off. She was not wearing a bra only a G-string below. Immediately my eyes were drawn to her shapely ass. The object of my desire! I had desired for it for so long it seemed. My penis throbbed in a primal heartbeat. With all my might I tried to lift myself off the recliner to impale myself between these gravity-defying twin half-globes of perfect roundness but I could not move one leaded muscle. My lust was overwhelming me. To make matters even worse, Lisa had dropped a hand into her panties and was fingering herself madly at the sight of her victims who were each now in the throes of orgasm. But she wanted even more.
"When I count to five your eyes will open and you will see sitting next to you the woman who has given you such pleasure. You will have no thought but to make intense love to her, to pleasure her beyond pleasure no matter what action she has in mind; her pleasure will spur on your pleasure as you will imagine all that you are doing to her she is doing to you. 1...2...3..4...5!"
On 5 Madam X and Madam Y's eyes sprang open and immediately they sprang upon each other. At times I couldn't tell if it was sex or pro wrestling as each one tried to pleasure the other; their hands went for the shirts first, each one trying to undo the other's simultaneously; that went pretty well and soon their voluptuous breasts tumbled out and they fought each other for the right to suck on the other's breast. Madam Y proved the stronger and soon she was nursing intensely on Madam X, who desperately trying to gain the upper hand so that she might pleasure Madam Y, who was moaning with the pleasure of sucking on Madam X's nipples. Finally, Madam X turned Madam Y on her back and managed to get at her jeans; frantically she unzipped and pulled the down to her knees while at her prone position, Madam Y managed to do the same thing. Soon it turned into an ideal '69' position. With Madam X on top hungrily noshing at Madam Y who in turn was tonging upward at Madam X's dripping honeypot. I lost count of the orgasms after 5 induced in each.
