Christmas is the time for giving and this includes giving to charity. Invariably during the weeks leading up to Christmas, there is a seemingly endless stream of people knocking on my door asking for money… for cancer, for heart disease, for lung disease, for liver disease, for foot fungus… and on and on.

Now, I am not an ungenerous man. I have about 15 charities I donate generously to once a year. But I generally send door solicitors away empty-handed. But about 3 weeks before last Christmas I had a visit that changed that a bit.

I live alone in a house in a middle-income neighborhood. Although it’s somewhat unusual for single guys to buy houses, in my neighborhood I know several guys like me. It’s just cheaper to buy than rent in my town. I didn’t know at the time, but am sure of it now, that the two girls who knocked on my door that day were pretty sure I lived alone.

I had just finished supper and was cleaning up, when I heard my doorbell go. I wasn’t expecting anybody I knew and already had had three charity visits that evening, so I went to the door ready to disarm and dismiss. But when I opened the door… I paused. Standing on my porch were two of the prettiest young ladies I’d ever seen… one blonde, on brunette. And they both had dressed as if they were gift-wrapped and ready to go under my tree.

The brunette was slightly taller… perhaps five-foot six. Her hair was light brown and in a ponytail. She wore a light blue sweater with big white snowflakes knitted into it from mid way up. She also wore tight, 5-pocket dark blue stretch jeans and sneakers.

The other girl was perhaps two inches shorter and had silky, light blonde hair that fell straight about half way down her back. She wore a red sweater with green Christmas trees and horizontal, thin white stripes on it, as well as tight, olive green corduroy 5-pocket pants and sneakers. 

The two girls had the sweetest girl-next-door faces and smiles that could melt the North Pole.

“Hi!” the blonde said.

“Hi,” I said, defenseless against their smiles.

“We represent the local homeless shelter,” the brunette said, handing me a little brochure. 

“Do you want a donation?” I asked, already reaching for my wallet.

“No,” the brunette laughed. “We’re selling goods…”

“AND services,” the blonde interjected.

“… With all proceeds going to the shelter,” the brunette continued.

“Okay,” I said. “What goods are you selling?”

“Chocolate,” the blonde smiled mischievously.

“We have three different kinds of chocolate bars as well as chocolate almonds,” the brunette explained.

I sighed. “I’m sorry, Girls,” I said. “I am allergic to chocolate.” I truly was sorry I couldn’t buy a whole box full of what they were selling. But then I remembered… “What services are you selling?” I asked, somewhat surprised at that offer. I’d never been offered ‘services’ before.

The brunette peered over my shoulder. “Is your wife or girlfriend at home?” she asked.

“Ahhhh. I live alone,” I answered.

The two girls smiled.

“We sell…” the brunette started.

“Blowjobs,” the blonde finished.

What?

“We’re both cheerleaders of North Central High, and the cheerleading team is trying to break the city record for school donations to the center,” the brunette said. “It’s $40 for one of us…”

“… And sixty for both of us,” the blonde continued.

I stood there, speechless and stunned.

“It’s okay,” the brunette said. “We’re both eighteen.”

“Are ALL the girls doing this?” I asked incredulously.

“No…” the blonde said.

“Just us,” added the brunette. “Most of the other girls aren’t eighteen yet.”

I looked from one smiling face to the other… back and forth. They seemed so eager… so calm about it all. And they both were so damn gorgeous. How Could I say ‘No’ to these two?

“Ah…” I squeaked. “Why don’t you come in?”

The girls asked if they should take off their shoes but I told them ‘No’. Then I led them into my parlor. 

“How do we do this?” I asked them.

“Do you want both of us?” the brunette asked.

I nodded. God, Yes.

“Do you mind standing?” the brunette asked.

“It’s easier for us,” the blonde added.

“Sure,” I answered weakly. And then I watched the two girls squat down and then kneel at my feet, the brunette to my right and the blonde to my left. As the brunette undid my zipper, the two girls smiled up at me.

“I’m Stacey,” said the brunette.

“And I’m Stephanie,” said the blonde.

“I’m Mark,” I lied.

“Hi Mark.”

If there had been any doubt that these two girls were best friends, that doubt was immediately put to rest when they started sucking. The two girls were so amazingly playful… teasing and testing each other… laughing and smiling… just like the two teenage girls that they were. It started right away when Jennifer held my hardening cock out for Stephanie to start on. 

“Your turn,” Stacey said with a smile.

“Thanks,” Stephanie said cutely before leaning forward to take my bone into her mouth. Man! It felt good as this sweet young blonde started sliding her soft, warm mouth back and forth along my shaft. Stacey’s eyes flitted back and forth between her friend and my face. 

“Stephanie gives THE BEST blowjobs,” Stacey told me.

“Hmm hmm,” Stephanie disagreed.

“She blows ALL the guys at school,” Stacey continued, obviously chiding her friend.

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Stephanie scolded.

I thought it was time that Stacey had earned herself a mouthful of cock too, so I gently pulled out of Stephanie’s mouth and insert into Stacey’s.

Stacey happily received my member.

As my cock flitted back and forth between the two girls, I noticed that the two had different styles of cock sucking. Stacey was a licker and sucker. She spent about a third of her time with her mouth off my cock and her tongue licking the underside. When my cock was in her mouth, she slowly and deliberately slid back and forth along it, tilting her head one way and then the next, so that her tongue slid along a different part of my shaft with each plunge.

Stephanie, on the other hand, was a gagger. She seemed to like to take my cock as deep in her mouth as possible. Then she’d stop and hold me deep for a second before withdrawing. Like Stacey, she was slow and deliberate. And, a BIG plus, neither girl used her hands, resting them calmly instead upon their own laps or on my knees while their mouth alone took care of business. 

“Steph has a pony she likes to practice on,” Stacey kidded one time when Steph was deep throating me..

“Hmm hmmmmm,” Stephanie argued.

The two girls seemed to delight both in sucking me themselves, and in watching each other. I happen to be generously endowed. When hard, I span eight thick inches. At times, my cock would be deep in Stephanie’s mouth, while Stacey licked whatever length she could get her tongue on. Sometimes the reverse happened. And the girls’ eyes always stayed open, either watching themselves or peering up at me to watch the expression on my face. Stacey’s eyes were deep brown, and Stephanie was the classic blue-eyed blonde. They both looked so amazing peering up at me with their innocent eyes and their mouths full of cock.

As time went on, they seemed to have begun a competition to see who could take me deepest and then hold me deep the longest. They’d slowly slide forward, their eyes starting to water as my cock pushed passed their tonsils into their throats. Stephanie would wiggle her head side to side quickly as if trying to force me further down her throat.

It was Stacey who started holding Stephanie’s head after she’d plunged deep, and then actually started pushing her friend further onto my cock. 

“Hggghhhh. Hgggghhh. Hggghhh,” Stephanie gagged. But Stacey did not let go. Finally, she did relent and Steph slid off gasping, but smiling.

“Your turn,” she told her friend happily.

Now it was Stacey’s turn to squirm as Stephanie forced the brunette’s head deeper into my crotch. Stacey’s entire body started heaving, but Stephanie was relentless too, continuing to push on the back of Stacey’s head.

This went back and forth… a cute little game they were playing. At one point, Steph asked: “You don’t mind, do you?”

“Of course not,” I laughed. “You two have fun.”

“Thanks,” Steph said appreciatively, just before plunging to take me deeper than she’d ever done before.

It was when Stacey had guided all eight of my inches into Stephanie’s mouth, and Stephie’s pretty little nose was pushed deep into my belly, that Stacey asked if I had a camera. I told her I had a digital on top of the piano. I held Steph in place while Stacey got up to get the camera. It took a minute for me to instruct Stacey in how to use the camera. Poor Stephanie gagged continuously.

“Hggghhh. Hggghhh. Hggghhh,” she said. But when I asked Steph if she wanted me to let go of her head, she shook her head (at least, as much as a girl can shake her head with eight inches of bone-hard cock anchored three inches down her throat). Steph turned her eyes towards the camera and let Stacey take several pictures of her. I even had Stacey move about the room a bit to take pictures of Steph from different angles and from both near and farther away. I told Stace I wanted a few capturing Steph’s cute little bum, which I was sure looked great with her kneeling and leaning into my crotch in her tight olive-colored corduroys. Finally, I let Steph withdraw and again she took a big breath of air.