3 comments/ 57418 views/ 16 favorites Cryopreservation By: ChibiNeku Josh sat on the uncomfortable waiting room chair, swaddled in coat, scarf, hat and gloves, staring at his hands. Rested in his lap almost defensively, the fingers were tightly clasped, thumbs tapping a syncopated beat against the regular whirr of the fan in the corner. Beside him sat his mother, Janice, similarly dressed for the biting cold outside the hospital. The heating in the fertility unit was turned up, and the desk fan's valiant efforts to cool the place were to no avail, but neither of them made any move to take off their warm clothes despite the sweltering heat. That would be to admit the reality of the situation -- to acknowledge that they were really there. "Don't worry," she said, whispering because, after all, they were in a waiting room, "I won't come in with you. I'm sure this is mortifying enough." "Yeah," Josh mumbled, nodding. The silence, reverent with a strain of fear and shame, crept back into the room. The occasional cough, muffled by scarf or tissue, was the only disturbance. After ten eternal-feeling minutes, a blond woman in her early 40s with a stylish short haircut appeared in the doorway. "Mr Stevens?" she said, looking straight at Josh. As the only male in the room, he stood out. He jumped to attention with undue speed, nearly shoulder checking the door frame as he suffered a brief headrush. It passed and he followed the woman into the hallway. She extended a hand. "I'm Lynne, one of the scientists here." Josh shook her hand. "Nice title. Scientist." "It's just easier than saying andrologist -- and more discreet." She led the way down a short stretch of corridor, round a corner and entered an office at the end of the hall. It was sparsely furnished, clearly not the permanent office of Lynne or any other scientist in the department. A desk, two chairs and an examination table were the only furniture. On the desk she placed a pile consisting of his medical file and some forms. A bucket on the table contained small plastic jars with screw tops and labels. He eyed these briefly and felt the blood rush to his cheeks. Looking up, he found Lynne looking at him. She smiled. "I know this must not be easy, but we'll go slowly and try to make it as painless as possible. You've already been through a lot and it can feel you're going a million miles an hour." "Yeah. I mean, it's great that things have moved this quickly, but it's a lot to take in. And this is a little...awkward." "I understand that. Let's just start at the top and if you need me to stop or go over anything, just let me know." "Okay, will do." Lynne smiled at him again and arranged his file open to the appropriate section and put the forms in order. Josh nodded and provided details of the last few months as she asked him questions. Three months earlier, he had undergone an endoscopy and colonoscopy to find out the cause of his anaemia and they found it all right -- a large tumour in his colon. Weeks later, it had been removed and now, having recovered from the operation, he was less than a week from commencing a course of chemotherapy as a precaution to make sure the cancer didn't return. Over the course of the next 5 days, he would be producing semen samples for cryopreservation in case the treatment rendered him permanently infertile. His mother, waiting outside, had been invaluable as support and advocate, helping him, along with his father, ask the right questions and make decisions along the way. Now, however, he very much wished he had a full and not provisional driving license... It took over an hour to fill out the forms. He had expected questions about his sexual history and general health. He hadn't factored on questions about what he wanted done with his samples in the event of his death. By the end, he felt a little frazzled but oddly comfortable discussing stuff he was most used to mopping up with tissues and which mustn't be mentioned at all costs. Finally, when he had signed the last page, Lynne put the forms aside and reached into the bucket, producing one of the specimen jars. "So there's no trick to it -- just normal masturbation. Says me, as though I have any idea. Now, we can arrange a room here or you can produce the sample at home, or anywhere else you like." "Isn't it normal to do it here?" "Well we don't have any place designated for the purpose, but we can certainly make one available. It'll just be an office like this one." "I was expecting a vinyl sofa and the Playboy channel," said Josh, smiling and blushing. "Lynne laughed lightly. "I'm afraid not." "It'd probably be easier at home -- though arguable more awkward. You said earlier the sample has to be here within 2 hours, right?" Lynne nodded. "Not very discreet if my mum has to bring me and she knows my appointment time." "I know," she said, nodding sympathetically. "It's never going to be the most comfortable process." "Anyway, when do I start? I mean, when do I bring the first sample?" "If you bring it tomorrow, then we can get another one off you say...Thursday?" "That's only 2 loads -- I mean, lots. You'd think this could have been arranged earlier. The more the better, right?" "Absolutely. Well...why don't you give me a sample today, and we'll move your other appointments to Wednesday and Thursday? If you think you're up for it -- so to speak?" She blushed at her faux pas, her eyes imploring Josh to forgive her blunder. "That's okay," he said, grinning. "It's got be hard -- so to speak -- to his the right mark between professionalism and being human. I reckon I could 'produce a sample' today. It is a shame about the Playboy channel, or lack thereof." "This is the only room I can offer you, I'm afraid, and there's not really anything here to help you along..." "I don't suppose you want to give me a hand?" "Young man!" she said, eyes wide with disbelief, mouth curled into a smile. "I'm just joking! Unless you'd said yes..." Hm. Anyway, it would constitute a gross breach of protocol to 'give you a hand', as you put it, " she said, getting up and going to the door. She reached out but instead of opening the door, snapped the lock shut. "That said, it isn't fair to ask you to produce a sample in such a sterile environment. After all, the best semen samples come from enjoyable orgasms. She shrugged her white coat off and tossed it onto the examining table. "So," she said, turning to face him, fingers toying with the top button of her blouse. "In the spirit of helping you out at this difficult time and ensuring a good sample, I can at least give you some...motivation." With that, she began unbuttoning her blouse. "Stop me anytime," she offered. Josh watched in disbelief. Until now, despite the fact that they'd been discussing his sperm and dancing around the issue of masturbation, he had been too focused on the questions and the whole awkward affair to think about sex. Now, with her undressing before him, he took the time to see her as a woman. Despite being in her forties and a little older than the women he usually fantasised about, she was a beautiful woman. She had a young face, framed with a modern hairstyle, clear grey eyes and full red lips. From what he could tell she looked after her figure. She was trim without looking bony. Instead she had seductive curves. As she cleared the last button on the blouse and tossed it with the coat on the table, he had a good view of her ample breasts, spilling over a black bra trimmed with lace. He felt his erection straining against the tight prison of his jeans. He watched her eyes scan down his body, seeing his desire. "It's okay," she said. "Don't be shy. You need to store as much as you can. I'm glad to help. Go ahead -- take it out." He let a hand fall into his lap and gently stroke the length of his cock. She knew how horny he must be. She had asked how long it was since he last ejaculated and he told her nearly 2 weeks. She had raised her eyebrows in surprise, unsure whether to believe him. "I don't think I can do this," he said. "Nonsense. Here, let me." She stepped over and kneeled in front of him. Placing her hands on his knees, she slid them slowly along his thighs. "I thought you couldn't lend me a hand..." "One of us has to." As she neared the zip of his jeans, he let his eyes drift to her breasts. Once again she noticed his gaze. "This isn't right," she said. "What?" He might be nervous, but he was still excited and didn't want her to stop. Seeing the panic in his eyes, she laughed. "Relax. I mean, it isn't fair to make you go first." Reaching behind her, she fumbled for a few seconds before releasing the hook on the bra. She held it to her with one hand then the other as she freed her arms from the straps before throwing it onto the table. Her nipples were perky and high and erect. Josh's jaw dropped as he felt the denim of his jeans stretch painfully over his dick. "Your turn," she said, smiling lewdly at him. She reached unceremoniously for his zip and yanked it down. Reaching inside, she wrapped his fingers around his hot prick, tugging it out. "My," she said. "I'm flattered." She gently stroked his stiff cock, letting her hand skim over the surface a few times before gripping more firmly, pulling the foreskin back to reveal the engorged head, deep read with a clear drop of precum glittering on the tip. Josh moaned as she used her thumb to smear it over the head. "That ought to be enough to get you started," she said, gesturing that he should take over. He began stroking in earnest, lust overriding any remaining shreds of embarrassment. Lynne, still kneeling, pulled up the knee length skirt she was wearing up around her waist and starting rubbing herself through her panties -- black to match the bra. She rubbed fast and faster, moaning with pleasure until a moment later she gasped, her orgasm causing her whole body to undulate with waves of ecstasy. "I'm going to cum!" Josh told her, stroking quickly. "No," she said, "not yet. Take off your trousers." He stood up and opened his belt and the top button, pulling them and his boxer shorts over his cock, which sprang back up, spraying drops of precum over her tits. She smiled and rubbed them over her skin. He sat down again and she pushed him back in the chair. Taking his cock in one hand, she resumed stroking him, while she slid her other hand into her panties. She brought it out a moment later, fingers slick with her cum. She placed the wet forefinger of her free hand at the entrance of his anus and pushed gently but firmly. Josh cried out in pleasure as she plunged her finger deep inside him and made circles with it, first small then increasing in size. When he was loose enough she brought the finger out and this time pushed two fingers all the way inside him. "Oh shit," he cried. "I'm really going to cum this time!" "Get the jar," she said. He grabbed it and unscrewed the top, placing it before the end of his cock just in time to catch the first jet of cum. Lynne kept fucking his ass with her fingers and stroking his cock. His muscles spasmed with pleasure, causing him to miss the cup with the last few spurts. Cum landed on her breasts, dripping down onto her stomach and the floor. Even so, when the orgasm was over, he had nearly filled the cup. "Good boy," she said. "Now I believe you when you say you haven't cum for two weeks!" She was still stroking him, milking every last drop of cum His anus still rhythmically tightened around her fingers. After a few minutes she slid them out. "You've done that before, haven't you?" she asked him. "Uh, yeah. Once or twice..." She smiled at him. "I think we'll arrange to have you produce your other samples here instead of at home. What do you think?" Josh grinned at her. "I think that's a good idea," he said. "Only...it is morally reprehensible to give me a hand like this. Perhaps next time, you can use something else instead," he suggested, staring openly at her breasts. Laughing, she nodded. "By Friday, you'll be wanting to have sex." "Well..." "Get out of here, you monkey," she said. Getting up, she collected her bra from the table and wiped his cum off her chest and stomach with it. She handed it to him. "Something to remember me by," she said, "Just don't tell your mum." "No danger of that." "And next time, we're going to see how much that tight little ass of yours can take." Cryopreservation Ch. 02 Note: the first part of this story is in the Toys/Masturbation category... A week after his appointment with Lynne at the fertility centre, Josh Stevens underwent his first of eight cycles of chemotherapy. Each cycle would last three weeks. On the first day, he would have an intravenous infusion that would take a couple of hours, and starting the next day he would take tablets twice a day for two weeks. The last week he had off. He was nervous for the first half hour or so, having been warned that instantaneous reactions to the drugs were possible, and included anaphylaxis. Once that terrifying prospect was behind him, the rest of the time passed remarkably quickly. The other outpatients were upbeat and distracted him with tales of their own experiences on chemotherapy. Most of them still had extant tumours, and it was humbling sitting there amongst them free of disease. The only really unpleasant side effect that he was aware of straight away was a chill in his right arm, starting at the hand where the infusion was going into the vein. Over the course of two hours of having refrigerated solution pumped into it, coupled with inactivity, it became ice cold to touch, and despite the application of a hot gel pack, proceeded to get worse. By the end, it was agony even to touch, and the nurse was none too gentle peeling off the sticky plastic holding the canula in place. Still, all things considered, he could put up with a sore arm for a while if it meant he could – touch wood – remain cancer free. There was some nausea the first night, with the predictable result that Josh was physically sick, and then again the next day. His mother fretted and nursed him and he sat, miserable, in the one chair watching TV. Late on the second day, she came to see how he was. "I'm all right, I guess. I wish they hadn't put this stuff in my right hand, though," he said. "Don't they have the brains to ask which is your dominant hand and put it in the other? I can't do anything for myself, even get the pills out of the foil." "I know, sweetie. I was thinking of that myself," she told him, "and I have a lot of appointments this week so I'll be out most of the day until Friday. I've arranged for your cousin to come over." "Anna? Isn't she working?" "No, she has some time off. The consultant is off sick, so there's no point in her being in. No theatre, no shifts. So, she'll put her nursing skills to use here, fetching you drinks and changing channel." Josh laughed. "I'm sure she'd be delighted to hear what you think of her skills," he said. "You just keep that to yourself. Anyway, you look exhausted. Why not go to bed and in the morning I'll make sure she wakes you with breakfast in bed. And this time," she said, standing in the doorway, "try to keep it down, hm?" "I'll try, mum. Goodnight." *** As he lay in bed a while later, Josh thought about what it would be like spending the week with his cousin. As kids of 10 or 11, he and Anna had played a game innocently called BAG – boyfriend and girlfriend. They pretended to be dating, and enacted all kinds of preposterous fantasies, often involving him rescuing her from some evil tormentor, or her playing a twin of herself, jealous of her relationship with him, and tying him up so she could subject him to some 'torture'. The torment and torture always took similar forms: they would largely disrobe and grind against each other, simulating sex, or occasionally fondle each other. They didn't engage in actual intercourse, and at that age neither really experienced an orgasm, but they both reached a kind of climax and then stopped their game. After a while, Josh's brother had found out, and being older, knew well enough that what they were doing was wrong, and he told them to stop or he would reveal what they were doing to their parents. So, naturally, they stopped, and his brother's knowledge meant even the mention of his cousin's name made Josh anxious and ashamed. As well then that he rarely saw her, just on major holidays like Christmas. The shame he felt about their game didn't really extend into his own mind, instead it was a kind of intellectual shame. Deep down, he didn't feel they'd done anything wrong. In fact, he had fantasised about her on many occasions, and at family gatherings he sometimes caught her looking at him, and when he looked at her she would quickly turn away. He knew she was thinking about it, then, but there was no resentment or shame in her eyes. As he drifted to sleep, he formed notions of the coming days that he probably should have labelled unlikely and dropped, but he couldn't extinguish a little spark of hope that maybe they'd be able to go some way to re-starting their game... *** He woke the next morning feeling almost normal for the first time in three days. He even realised that he had a morning erection, but even the friction of the duvet against the skin of his right arm told him there was nothing he could do about it, not until that unpleasant side effect wore off. He would have to wait a while yet before he could enjoy that simple pleasure again. He got up, slipped his feet into his slippers and shrugged on his dressing down, before ambling to the bathroom. He noticed the light switch was on. There goes mum, he thought, always thinking of the environment, and opened the door. There was a yelp, and it took him a second to realise there was someone on the toilet. "Hey!" yelled Anna, grabbing for a magazine to hide behind. "I'm in here!" "Oh, shit!" he said, "I'm sorry!" Josh backed up as fast as he could, pulling the door shut behind him. He stepped away from the door. Looking down, he realised he still had a hard-on jutting out of his shorts. He quickly pulled his dressing gown closed and tied the rope. "I'm...I'm sorry," he said. There was no reply, but a moment later he heard the toilet flush and Anna appeared in the doorway. "Sorry," he repeated. "I thought mum had left the light on..." "It's okay," she said, cheeks pink from embarrassment. "I should have locked it, but my aunt said it made a hellish noise and might wake you up, so... Uh, anyway, it's free now." He apologised again and made use of the facilities. She had been pretty quick with the magazine, and in the confusion he hadn't had time to see anything, which he kind of regretted. He hoped, though, that she hadn't noticed his...bulge. He emerged a minute later and sat down at the table opposite her. There was a box of cereal, milk, a rack of toast, butter and jam and a jug of juice on the table. "Thanks for getting breakfast ready," he said. "Don't mention it. So, what's it like? Chemo, I mean. You'd think I might know, being a nurse, but I only ever work theatre." "It's okay," he told her. "As long as I don't get ill, or try to do...anything with this hand," he said, raising the right. "Your mum was telling me about that," Anna said. "That must suck." He had poured himself some cereal by that point, and was having difficulty pouring the milk steady with his wrong hand. "Here," she said, taking it from him. "Let me. God, there must be a million things you can't do." "Yeah," he said, then blushed a little as he thought of the most obvious one. "But it's okay," he added hastily, "I mean, I've got you to do it for me, right?" "Right," she said. "I'm not doing everything, thought," she added. "I'm not wiping your arse for you." Josh laughed. "No kidding," he said. "I muddle by in that department." "And in others, I bet," she said, with a smile. "I don't know what you mean," he said, feigning innocence. "Oh come on, I saw Mr Happy before," Anna said, grinning and pointing through the glass table top at his crotch. Josh went beet red. "I used to know him quite well," she said. "Ha, yeah," he said. "I thought you'd have forgotten by now. Or repressed it, maybe." "Why would I?" she asked. "It was just for fun. Not like we really did anything. You don't feel bad about it, do you?" "Well...I dunno. Not really...but I know most people would think it was pretty wrong." "Most people watch Big Brother and can name Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie's adopted kids. Most people are idiots," she said. "So, do you ever think about it?" "What? Brad and Angelina's kids?" "No, you moron. BAG – remember?" "Oh, yeah. I do, sometimes, yeah. Every time I see you, actually. I kind of feel like we never spoke much after that, like it was always there and we were just dancing around it." "I know what you mean. I can hardly look at you, especially when your brother is around." "He's not around now," Josh pointed out. "And?" "Nothing. Nothing." "What, you want to play?" "No, forget it. I'm just...frustrated, cause of this." He raised his hand again, smiling sheepishly. "I guess it's been a while since you could...you know." "Not really," he laughed. "It's only been like...well, I don't really feel like telling you," he said. "I'm not used to talking to anyone about that sort of thing." "Well I've not masturbated for three weeks now," Anna said, drawing the word out and saying it with emphasis. He flinched at the word and she said it again. "Masturbated," she said. "It's not a swear word, you know," she said with a smile. "Now you go. When did you last?" "About...about ten days ago," he told her, blushing more having told her, and remembering the circumstances of his last ejaculation. Following his first semen sample deposit, assisted by Lynne, a scientist in the fertility clinic, he had made a further deposit, only this time she had lain on the examination table and he had slid his cock between her bountiful breasts until he came, shooting ropes of semen onto her chest and face. She had collected it in the sample jar and, like the first time, wiped herself clean on her bra. He now had a complete set of her underwear, tucked away in a Helix box under his bed. The conversation with his cousin and the memory of Lynne had caused his cock to stir again, enough that Anna caught the swelling in his shorts through the table. "I guess junior isn't used to waiting that long," she said, staring at his crotch again. He took the opportunity to look at her properly, in a way that he never could at family gatherings. Now 25, she had filled out from the scrawny kid he had once ground hips with into a woman. Her breasts were a good size, more than a handful but still shapely and firm and high. Her blonde hair hung down to the tops of them, which he could see thanks to the wide v-neck of her snug fitting t-shirt. She was wearing jeans which also fit nicely around her shapely legs. After half a minute staring lewdly at the bump in his shorts, she looked back up, her green eyes looking straight in his. "You know," she said, "glass makes a great mirror in the right light." His cheeks, which had been returning to their normal colour, went scarlet once more. She hadn't been watching his cock, she had been watching him as he sized her up! Mortified, he grabbed his spoon to start eating and cried out in pain, dropping it with a clang onto the table. "Ah!" He clutched his right arm to his chest, cradling it with his left as the pain like a thousand splinters of glass shot from hand to elbow. "Ohh, are you okay?" Anna asked. "No, I guess not. Let me get a basin of hot water." She went into the kitchen and returned a couple of minutes later with the promised cure, which he had found was the only thing to sooth the pain. "Come sit over here," she said, indicating a more comfortable Ikea chair. He obeyed and she sat the basin on a footstool in front of him. He immersed his arm, and a few minutes later it felt normal again – as normal as it got anyway. "Thanks," he said, taking his arm out and patting it dry with a towel she handed him. "You want me to leave it here?" "No, that's okay," he told her. "It'll be fine as long as I don't do anything else stupid. She bent to pick up the basin, and with it a foot off the footstool lost her grip on the slippery plastic. One side fell, a wave of water landing neatly in Josh's lap. "Oh my God!" cried Anna. "Crap, I'm sorry." "It's alright," he said, laughing. "I guess that's Karma for before." "Yeah," she said, laughing now too. "I'm gonna go change," he said, getting up from the chair and dripping all the way to his room. "Can you manage?" she asked. "Um...not well," he said. It was true that he struggled to get dressed, but it wasn't that much of an impediment. The truth was he wanted her to help. The morning was going quickly in the direction of his dreams, and he felt more stirring and swelling down below as his cousin followed him into his room. He carefully removed the dressing gown from one side, and she took the right sleeve, holding it so he could extract his arm without brushing against it too much. He stood, awkwardly staring at his wet shorts for a moment. "Okay," she said, taking charge. "Where are...whatever you want to change into? More shorts, pyjama bottoms..." "There's a pair of grey track pants in that drawer," he said, pointing. "And, uh...boxers, in the one above it." "Okay," she said, opening drawers. "Grey track pants, check. Boxers..." She looked in his underwear drawer. "Any particular colour? Grey, black..." "No, just any. I don't care." She selected a black pair and turned back toward him. "Okay-" "Stop saying 'okay'," Josh said. "Okay...sorry. Right, well...offsky and onsky," she said, miming pulling down and pulling up his shorts, as though preparation would make the process more sterile and less awkward. She stepped close, leaned forward, took handfuls of fabric from either hip and yanked shorts and boxers down in one go. He stepped out of them, and she reached for the boxers from the top of the dresser where she had placed them. Leaning down again, she held them while he placed a foot in one side, then the other. She yanked them up again, but in her haste leaned too far forward. Simultaneously, the waistband caught on his semi-erection, bouncing it upward, where it smacked into her face. Anna recoiled in surprise and fell squarely onto her ass, sitting like a baby, staring at his cock as it bobbed in time with his quickening pulse. "That...that didn't go well," Josh said. "That," Anna said, pointing at the offending article, "needs to go." "You're not going to go all Lorena Bobbit on me, are you?" he said. "No," she assured him. "But I am going to do you a favour, or that thing is going to be a problem all week." He was forming the start of a sentence asking what she meant, when she got up onto her knees and positioned herself before him. She reached up and wrapped her fingers around his cock, which instantly sprang to full attention. "What are you...oh God," he said as she started stroking him. She gently pulled back his foreskin, revealing a swollen head already glistening with a film of precum. "Someone doesn't like being neglected," Anna said. "Lie down." Josh let the boxers, which were still halfway on, fall to the floor, and shuffled self-consciously over to the bed, trying not to take steps, as it made his erection swing comically from side to side. He lay on his bed and Anna sat next to him. She returned to stroking his cock. "You know, if you were in hospital and had two broken arms, we're unofficially required to do this." "Really?" "Yeah. It's bad for your health not to ejaculate for extended periods of time." "Have you ever had to do it for a patient?" "Yeah. When I was doing my last stint of internship, there were a few guys who couldn't do it themselves." "Lucky them," he said. He was having difficulty continuing the conversation. In her distraction, she had stepped up the pace of her stroking and he was worried he might come any second. He moaned and his eyes rolled. "Hey, not yet!" she said, gripping the base of his cock tight to keep him from shooting too soon. "If you come now, I'm expecting you to be able to do it again," she said, biting her lip coquettishly. "I think I have enough to spare," he told her. "Good," she said. She stood up and put one knee on the edge of the bed, before swinging the other leg over him, straddling him. She moved forward until his cock was pressing hard against her pudendum. "My favourite of our little fantasies always was the one with you, helpless, tied up by me, the evil twin of your fair, loving girlfriend." She rocked back and forth, causing the head of his cock to slide down over her moist pussy, then back up, edging inside a little more each time, until he was on the verge of plunging inside her. She paused, smiling, until the desire was too much, and in one motion pressed herself hard against him. He gasped, his back arching in pleasure. "Oh God," he moaned, the sensation of her tight, wet sex almost causing him to lose control. "I'll cum if you move," he told her. "That's the idea," she said. She pulled herself up until his cock threatened to slip out, and then down again, up and down. Josh moaned again, feeling his cock swell inside his cousin's pussy. It was too much, and grabbed her hips, pulling her down hard against him as he came deep inside her, jet after jet of sperm filling her in time with the waves of his orgasm. When it had abated, he opened his eyes and looked up at her smiling face. "That didn't take long," she said. "But then, it was 14 years in the making." Josh smiled. "Yeah...and it felt even better than I imagined." Anna pulled herself off of him, and they both watched the come pour out of her onto his cock. She lay against him, pressing her firm breasts and hard nipples into his chest as she kissed him, tentatively at first, then passionately. She rubbed herself against his still hard cock, smearing his semen between her thighs. They both began moaning, stifled by the others tongue and mouth as they replicated the almost-sex of their youth. After a while, Josh reached down and slid his hands appreciatively over her backside, gently encouraging her to slide up him a little, until he could take a nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until her moans turned to small yelps of pain. He repeated on the other side, until they were both swollen and angry red. She slid back down him, licking and kissing her way down his chest, to his nipples, down his stomach, his stiff dick pressing against her stomach all the way, leaving a shiny trail of come on her skin. When she reached his cock, she licked slowly up the underside of the shaft, until she reached the tip. She encompassed the head with her lips, gently sucking the last semen from the slit. He watched her take the entire length into her throat, working her lips apart to gather the come that had pooled around the base of his cock. Carefully, slowly, she worked back off of him, every drop of come that had spilled from her now in her mouth. She crawled back up him again, and put a hand on the back of his head, drawing him into a kiss. She opened her mouth, forcing his open with her tongue, until they were sharing his come. She kissed him until he swallowed, then pushed herself up, smiling at him. "Good boy," she said. "Did you like that?" "I...uh." "Judging by the rock between my legs, I'd say you did. Which is good," she said, shuffling forward until her pussy was right over his face, "because there's a little more where that came from." Before he could reply, she lowered herself onto his mouth. Josh was overcome by the heady scent, of her excitement and his own come, and he began licking her, cleaning the semen smeared over the outer lips before plunging his tongue inside her. He tasted the slightly salt lemon tang of his come, and felt his cock swell with excitement at this strange new sensation. He swallowed, and the taste became sweet. Licking deeper, more eagerly, he found more and more, and the more he swallowed the more he searched until there was none left. Anna, moaning, ground into his mouth until he felt he might suffocate or drown, his nose pressed hard into her clitoris, until finally her hips bucked as she orgasmed, flooding his mouth with her own come, which he drank greedily. When she finally moved off of him, he sucked in air. Cryopreservation Ch. 02 "It's supposed to be," he said, panting, "le petit mort...the little death. I didn't expect to actually nearly die, though!" he laughed. "Sorry, cuz," she said, face flushed in the afterglow. She kissed him again, tasting their combined come on his tongue and lips. They lay for a while, kissing, until their jaws were tired. She turned away, and he spooned her, his cock nestled between her thighs. After a few minutes, her breathing slowed – she was asleep, and he was still rock hard! He began moving his hips, rubbing the head of his cock against her pussy. She moaned a little, but didn't wake, so he carried on, more insistently. "Mm...my pussy's tired," she said, barely awake. She reached round, grasped his penis, and guided it to the entrance of her ass. "You can put it there." She pushed back against him and his cock, still slick with saliva and more precum, until he popped suddenly into her anus. She gasped at the sudden intrusion, her ass tightening around his cock, causing it to grow even harder. He couldn't believe he was about to fuck his cousin's ass. He didn't stop to dwell on it, in case she changed her mind. He put a hand on her hip and pressed slowly into her. Not as slick as her pussy, her ass was tighter and hotter, and he felt ever better than he had before when she was riding him. His movements grew faster and harder, making her moan in either pleasure or pain, or both. He felt his cock swell and his balls tighten and he thrust hard and fast, until he came again, deep inside her ass. He stayed inside her as the orgasm faded, and put his arm around her waist. In a minute, he was asleep, his cock still inside her. When they awoke a while later, he pulled out of her, and she once again positioned herself over his mouth, so he could tongue her ass, licking and sucking his semen from her, before kissing him. This time she swallowed it. "Yum," she said. "Just think...six months without your right arm. I hope come isn't fattening," she said, grinning.