2 girls appeared at my door carrying a clipboard, a specimen beaker, small bottle of lube and a tape measure.
This is a true story, hard to believe, but not a word of a lie, this actually happened to me a few years back.
I was 45 years old, living alone, and on this day I was sitting in my kitchen eating my lunch, a nice ham sandwich, when my doorbell sounded.
I got up and answered the door, and standing on my doorstep were two young girls about 10-11 years old, dressed in skirts and t-shirts, they look like nice adorable girls, and one of them was holding a clipboard.
“Hello Sir. How are you doing today?” one of them asked, very politely.
“Very well, thank you. How are you?” I replied.
“I’m good. We’re doing a report at school and we were wondering if we could come inside and ask you a few questions.” She said.
It was my day off and I wasn’t doing anything else, and I was more than happy to help them with their school work, “Sure – come on in.” and they stepped in and we went to the kitchen and they sat down at my table.
“Can I get you anything, a cold drink?” I asked them, being a good host.
“No thank you.” They said.
“My name is Shelly, and this is Lisa.” They said, introducing themselves.
“Pleased to meet you both. I’m Frank.” I said.
“Can we ask you some questions?” Lisa asked.
“Fire away.” I said.
“How old are you?”
– “I’m 45.”
Shelly was the one with the clipboard and she ticked things off as I answered their questions.
“Are you married?”
– “No, I’m not married.”
“Do you have a girlfriend?” Lisa asked, “Or boyfriend.” Shelly added.
– “No, no girlfriend.”
“So you’re straight?”
– “Yes.”
“When was the last time you have sex?”
That took me by surprise, certainly not the type of question I was expecting, “Pardon me?” I said.
“When was the last time you had sex?” she repeated.
– “I heard you the first time. I just don’t understand why you need to know that.” I said.
“It’s for our report.”
– “Oook – Uhm – well, a couple of years ago.”
“Please be specific.”
– “Two years then.”
“Thank you. How long is your penis when soft?”
Now that was a very unexpected question, “I’m sorry what?” I asked, hoping I misheard.
“How long is your penis when soft?”
Nope, I heard correctly, “That really isn’t an appropriate question for you to be asking a stranger. What kind of report is this anyway?” I asked.
“It’s for school.”
“Please answer the question.” Said Lisa, in a very firm tone for such a cute little thing.
– “Uh – I don’t know. Three, maybe four inches long.”
“Please be specific.”
– “I don’t know specifically.”
Shelly looked at Lisa, “Lisa.” She said, and she seemed to know what Shelly wanted, “Yep, I’ve got it.” She replied. Lisa walked opened a bag she’d placed on the table and took out a tape measure, then she stood up and walked over to me with it.
“What’s that for?” I asked.
“Please take your penis out.” Lisa said.
“Pardon?” I asked.
“We need to get an accurate measurement of your penis length.”
“Listen, girls, this really isn’t appropriate, this is adult stuff, little girls like you shouldn’t be asking stuff like this, especially to strangers. I think you should leave now.” I said.
“But we need to know for our report. If we don’t get the right information we’ll fail class, do you want us to fail class?” Lisa asked.
“No course not, I just….” I started to say, then they both put their heads down looking very sad and like they were about to cry, “…I’m sorry, this is just too weird.” I said.
Then they both started sobbing, “We’re going to fail.” The sobbed.
They were pulling at my heart strings and I couldn’t have two strange little girls crying in my kitchen, “Okay – Alright. I can’t believe I’m doing this….” I said, then I unzipped my trousers and pulled out my cock, “…There you go.” I said.
Both girls instantly stopped sobbing, little fakers, then Lisa placed one end of the measuring tape at the base of my cock and measured it, “Three – There point eight inches.” She relayed back to Shelly.
“Great. Do either of his balls hang lower than the other one, and if so which one?” Shelly asked.
“Let me check…” said Lisa, she used her finger and thumb to lift my cock off my sack and she took a long look at my balls, “…The left one is lower.” She said, letting my cock drop back down, then she walk back over to the table and sat down, and I tucked my cock and balls back in to my trousers, “Thank god that’s over.” I said to myself.
“Okay – How long is your cock when fully erect?” Shelly asked.
“Oh for fuck sake, are you serious?” I asked.
“Please don’t swear, we’re only kids.” Complained Lisa.
“I don’t know how long it is when erect – six inches maybe.” I replied, then realised what I’d done.
“Lisa!” said Shelly, and once again Lisa picked up the tape measure and walked over to me, and stood in front of me waiting.
“Come on – you’re not serious?” I asked.
“The measurement needs to be accurate. Please take your penis out again.” She said.
I reluctantly unzipped my trousers and pulled it back out, then Lisa started slapping it with her hand, “What are you doing?” I asked her.
“Making it erect.” She said.
“That’s not how you do it.” I said.
“Okay, how do you make it erect then?” Lisa asked, “Do you want me to show you my fanny?” Shelly shouted.
“No! – No, no. That’s okay…” I said, worried she was about to strip off in my kitchen and flash her bits at me, “…I’ve got this.” And I started to rub my cock to make it hard.
Once I was fully erect Lisa put one end of the tape at the base of my cock and measure its length, “Six – Six point six inches. That’s quite big.” She said.
“Thanks.” I said, feeling really embarrassed.
“Is it meant to twitch like that?” she asked.
“Uhm – Yes.” I replied,
Lisa re-joined Shelly sitting at the table, and as I was struggling to put my erect cock back in to my trousers, Shelly took out a beaker from the bag and placed it on the table and they both sat with their arms folded, grinning at me.
“What’s that for?” I asked, feeling very anxious.
“We need to know how much semen comes out of your cock.” Shelly said.
“Please ejaculate in to the beaker for us so we can measure it.” Said Lisa.
I shook my head in disbelief, “No – I can’t.” I said.
“This is the last question.”
– “Then you’ll leave?” I asked.
“Yep.”
I just wanted these girls out of my house without any tantrums, so I took the beaker and started jerking my cock, but I was having performance issues with the girls sat watching me and giggling at me, “No, I can’t do this.” I said.
“Lisa.” Shelly said.
“Rite…” Lisa said, and she pulled a sachet of lube out of the bag, then smeared it over her hand as she walked over to me, “…I’ve got this.” She said, she grabbed hold of my cock and started jerking me off.
I’m not going to lie, it felt pretty nice, but I wasn’t a pervert or in to kids, I stood there with my hands over my face not looking and trying hard not to enjoy it, but it was too good to ignore, her small hands, her tiny fingers, oh Jesus.
“It’s taking too long. Hurry up, Lisa.” Shouted Shelly.
“Okay.” She replied, then I felt her hold my cock with both hands and jerk me really fast, hearing the sound of her lube covered hands slapping against my balls as she jerked rapidly.
“Ooooah – Oh God.” I groaned.
“Is it coming?” she asked.
“God yes – It’s coming.” I said.
She bent my cock downward and put my tip in to the beaker and continued to jerk with one hand, I felt the pressure building up and then I just popped, moving my hands off my face and looking down, I ejaculating directly in to the beaker, a little plashed out due to the force of my ejaculation and went on to her hand, but she didn’t seem to mind.
When she’s finished throttling my cock to get every drop out of me, she released my cock and took the beaker over to Shelly who then put it on the table, “It’s all gooey, look.” Said Lisa, showing Shelly a blob of my semen on her hand.
Once my semen had settled in the beaker they both put their chins on the top of the table to look at the measurement, “That’s…. four millimeters.” Shelly said, “Yep.” Said Lisa, and Shelly wrote on her clipboard.
I sat on a chair calming down, with my cock slowly shrinking between my legs, the girls gathered up their stuff, “Okay, we’re done now.” Said Lisa.
“Thank you for helping us with our report, Frank.” Said Shelly, and they shook my hand.
“No worries.” I gasped.
“We’ll see ourselves out.” Said Shelly, then they both left my house.
I must have sat in the kitchen for over an hour in disbelief at what just happened, then I got up and went to bed, I was mentally and physically drained, literally.
The point of this story, if two little girls turn up at your door holding a clipboard, say “No thank you.” And close the door…..unless you want to go through what I went through.
That’ll stay with me until I die that will.