Kyla and Matt II - Sperm Bank

I woke with a raging boner, pushing the sheets off sleepily. My cock popped free and I paused, looking down at it through blurry eyes. It had been three days since Kyla came home with tickets to France and a whispered promise of a penectomy, and she hadn't let me come since that first fuck. She kept teasing me, saying soon it would be gone and I wouldn't be able to at all, so I better get used to it.

I groaned, rolling out of bed. My erection bent painfully against the mattress, and I caught my pants on it trying to get dressed. I could barely stuff it inside my jeans.

"Well," I whispered to my cock, "soon I won't have this problem. You won't be there to get in the way anymore."

That didn't help it go down.

I could hear female voices chatting downstairs as I stumbled to the bathroom and washed my face. It was a Saturday. Hadn't Kyla said something about her sister visiting? As soon as I was presentable, I made my way downstairs.

Sure enough, Kyla was sitting with her sister in our breakfast nook, taking in the morning sun and chatting. They looked at me and both giggled knowingly, which made me nervous.

"Come sit down, honey. There's coffee on the stove if you want it." Kyla said, making room for me on the cushion next to her. I grabbed myself a cup of coffee, noticing out of the corner of my eye how alert and attractive the two women looked in the morning light.

As I sat down, Kyla's sister, Marie, said, "So, Kyla has told me the good news. You've found a cure for your..." her eyes flicked to my crotch and back, "little problem?"

I found myself blushing, which only made the two women laugh more.

"Don't worry, honey. I told Marie all about it, and she's fine with it." Kyla assured me.

"I think it's kinda kinky actually..." Marie said. She looked at me speculatively, and sure enough she had that glow, the bright eyes and flushed cheeks that hinted at arousal.

"I wouldn't mind a guy with no penis..." Marie tossed her hair and looked up dreamily, "He'd basically be the perfect husband! Hey, can I borrow him on weekends? I'll make him do chores and give me a good licking." Marie giggled, crossing her legs.

Kyla grabbed my arm protectively and said, "No! He's mine!"

"I don't know, I'm liking the sound of this..." I put in playfully. Kyla hit my arm.

Marie said, "No, I wouldn't touch my little sister's goods. I know better!"

"Damn straight!" Kyla stuck her tongue out.

"Okay, seriously Matt. I have a question." Marie said, taking a sip of her drink.

"Shoot." I said.

She scrunched up her face, then asked, "Don't you think it's a little wierd for a guy to want his penis chopped off? I mean, I don't mind. Don't get me wrong, I think it's hot! But... I thought guys liked sticking their penises into girls vaginas? What gives?"

I sat back, trying to pretend I didn't have a raging hardon because a beautiful girl was asking me about my deepest fetish. Kyla put her hand on my thigh, which only made my heart beat faster.

"I see what you mean, but actually, it's not that wierd. There are a lot of guys who have this fantasy, just most of them won't admit it."

"I've looked at some of the sites he goes to," Kyla interjected, "and it's true, there are a lot of men who think about it. On the internet, they've elevated it to a pretty involved fantasy life."

"On the internet, they've elevated cats to an involved fantasy life." Marie said sardonically, "But it's one thing to fantasize about it, it's another to do it. I mean, what are you going to do when it's gone?" She looked at me with golden eyes that looked a little cat-like.

"Well, there's not much to do. I won't be able to have sex anymore, or get blowjobs. I probably won't be able to have orgasms at all, even though I'll be extremely horny because I'll still have my balls." I looked over at Kyla, whose hand was drifting up my thigh, and said, "I'll probably be all over Kyla. I won't be able to get off, myself, so I won't be able to get enough of pleasing her."

Kyla blushed a little bit, smiling. I caught a glimpse of envy out of the corner of my eye, but by the time I looked back at Marie, it was gone. She was simply smiling from watching the two of us.

"You sure you don't want to let me borrow him...?" Marie said playfully.

"Well... he is mine, but I might not need him all to myself. We might be able to work something out..."

I looked at Kyla with shock, but she simply cocked her head and gave me a devious smile. Was there a hint of promise in those eyes?

"Whoa, whoa, just kidding! I think that's my cue to leave." With that, Marie stood up and picked up her purse. Looking back at me, she pointed and said, "Don't forget to take pictures, Matt!" she pointed at me, "I want to see it all, before and after."

"Will do," Kyla promised before I could get a word out.

After the customary goodbyes, I turned to Kyla and said, "Pictures, huh? I didn't know that was part of the plan.

Kyla shrugged shyly, sending a delicious bounce across her chest, and said, "Yeah, I figure it's only going to happen once, we might as well document it, right?"

I put my hands on her shoulders and pulled her closer, feeling the warm softness of her tits against my chest. I said, "I could get used to this idea. Maybe a video even, rolling all the way from flaccid, to full erection to final orgasm to, you know... off."

My penis was poking Kyla in the belly as I drew her closer, and she giggled and pushed me away, "Wouldn't you like that!" She wagged her finger at my crotch, saying, "Not just yet, buster. Save your energy, you've got a big day today."

Confused, I asked, "What's today?"

"Did you forget? We're going down to the sperm bank today to start banking some of your semen. I don't know what's going to come of this, you'll might even still be able to orgasm. But I just want to make sure we have some of your little soldiers on ice, just in case. I still plan on having kids someday!"

I watched with a sigh as Kyla hurried off to get ready. Would I find anything today which didn't turn me on?

The sperm bank was in a quiet part of downtown. At last my erection had gone down, but that state threatened to return every time I looked at Kyla. She was dressed to impress, with a skirt and the kind of folding top which could easily be reached under or pulled back to expose her chest. No bra, of course.

She caught me looking and flashed her dimples at me. "Watch the parking space, dear. You don't want to crash. What would you do if we got sued and couldn't leave the country for six months?"

"I just might have to get you to do me, here at home." I shot back, as we got out of the car.

The door was ambiguous, almost unmarked, but inside was a spacious lobby. It was nice, but had a sterile, antiseptic feel that did not lend itself toward "setting the mood" for things to come.

"Do you have an appointment?" A petite blonde behind the counter asked. While Kyla checked us in, I surreptitiously checked out the blonde. From above, like this, I could see well down her cleavage.

"And what's the purpose of your visit?" the blonde asked.

"To store some of his sperm...?" Kyla replied, confused.

"No, I mean why." The secretary clarified.

"Oh, because he's having his penis removed."

Another young staff member was coming around the corner from somewhere behind the desk just then, carrying a few papers. She had thick-rimmed glasses, which she looked up through, shocked, to say, "Really? Oh my god."

"I'm so sorry," the blonde behind the counter said, "Is it cancer?"

"Oh no, nothing like that." Kyla smiled, "It's voluntary."

The blonde secretary frowned, looking puzzled. The other staff girl stared at us wide-eyed. She was a tall girl, almost painfully thin, dressed in casual clothing that looked more fitting for a downtown cafe than a medical facility.

The tall girl caught her breath finally and said weakly, "why... would any- would you do it... voluntarily?"

I felt myself coloring. I was not prepared for this type of attention. But Kyla only raised an eyebrow and looked at me, waiting for me to field this one.

"It's... something of a fetish. I just want to, that's all. I guess it turns me on. Anyway, can we just do this? We just want to get prepared so we can still have kids later and all."

The tall girl set her delivery solidly on the desk and breathed, "I need to go." With that, she vanished again.

The blonde girl looked vaguely disgusted and a little wierded out, but she held up papers for us to sign, and directed us toward a private room. Because we were married, we were allowed to go in together.

Once we were alone together I put my hand on my head and paced, embarrassed.

"Wow, that was harder than I expected. They didn't take it too well." I said.

"Don't let it get to you. What you want is not something most people expect or know how to deal with. You're going to have to get used to that, anyway, if you're going to go through with this."

"I don't know. Maybe we should keep it a secret, after all. At least as much as we can. I don't see how..."

"Shhhh," Kyla said, reaching up to rub my shoulders, "Sit down. Relax."

I obeyed, sitting on the edge of one of the beds. It was a small, white room, with two, thin beds with clean white sheets and a television set with a small stack of outdated porn magazines and VHS tapes next to it.

Kyla tickled my balls, drawing attention down there. She was kneeling between my legs, and when I looked down she started unbuttoning my pants with that smile.

"We're here for a reason, remember?" She slowly let out my still-mostly-flaccid penis into the air.

"Stand up," she said, "Take off your clothes."

"Here?" I asked. She nodded, "Yeah. You haven't cum in three days. I'm going to make this good for you." So I stripped naked and sat back down on the edge of the bed.

Kyla began to sway in front of me, running her fingers through my hair and leaning over to give me a great view of her cleavage. She leaned down, tickling my face with her hair, and licked along the length of my ear. She stroked my chest, then arched herself closer, almost brushing her cleavage against my face. She whispered, "You can touch them if you want to."

Groaning silently, I lifted my hands to touch my wife's tits. Even after all this time, they still had their magic. I dipped under the folds of the shirt, cupping their weight, feeling her nipples. I pulled one out and sucked on it, popping it in and out of my mouth.

Slowly, she pulled away, trailing her hands down my skin, down my body, until she was kneeling between my legs. She whispered, "I'm not wearing any underwear..." My cock stood up straight at that, straining for her lips. She took it in her mouth without hesitation.

My eyes rolled back as she went down on me. I rested back on my arms, letting her do her work. It was divine.

How many more times, I wondered. Would I feel this five more times? 10? Would there be only two or three more? What if this was the last time of all? What if she just fucked me from now on, and never got around to giving me another blowjob? Until all of a sudden we were in France, and it was too late? Would she be going down on me in the last moments, before it happened?

I could feel her lips and teeth expertly caressing the length of my cock (I had long ago taught her teeth were okay with me) and I had a sudden vivid impression of this being the last sensation my cock would ever feel. Not now, but when the time came--this would be it. I looked down at her, with my dick all the way up her mouth. I was tempted to cum.

Suddenly, we were interrupted by a soft, but distinct, knock at the door.

Kyla popped free, a puzzled look on her face, and went to answer it. I hurriedly wrapped one of the bedsheets around myself.

It was one of the staff girls, the tall one. She had thick-rimmed glasses and wore tight, checked pants and a black shirt. She looked nervous.

She glanced quickly over her shoulder and elbowed her way into the room, saying, "Can I come in? Thanks.

"I'm so sorry to disturb you. I shouldn't be here, the others think I'm outside having a cigarette. I just had to find out: are you really getting your penis removed just because you want to?"

I exchanged a glance with Kyla, then said, "Uh, yeah."

"Oh my god, that's so HOT!" The tall girl burst out.

"I'm sorry, can I just see it?" she asked, "please? You don't know how long this has been a fantasy of mine. My boyfriend says it turns him on, but he would never actually go through with it. Please, I just want to touch it and see it, just for a sec." She glanced over her shoulder again, as though expecting her co-worker to come in at any moment.

I looked at Kyla. Kyla shrugged. I said, "Well, okay, but just for a minute." I unwrapped the sheet, exposing my genitals. Somehow, despite myself, I was fully erect.

"Oooh..." she let out a sigh as she saw it, and came closer and kneeled next to me, reaching out to touch my cock, almost gingerly at first, then taking it firmly in her hand and stroking it with a coo-ing sound.

"You're really going to do it? You're really going to lop it off?"

"Well, I haven't *actually* made up my mind yet, but I think I'm going to."

"Oh, fuck," she said, with obvious arousal in her voice, "Where? I mean, who does that sort of thing?"

I was starting to think we should bring her to France with us. It was the first time since marriage I'd been touched by a woman other than my wife. Her hands felt strange, but nice.

"It's a woman in France," Kyla answered for me, "she specializes in taking penises. Maybe I should give you her email address, just in case you ever meet the right guy."

"Yeah, I'd like that..." the girl slowly stood up, drawing herself away from me almost painfully. Kyla was writing on a scrap of paper, and handed it to the girl.

"Thanks, yeah, I should go. They're going to be expecting me back..." the girl started toward the door, but suddenly turned back, "Hey! Would you fuck me? Please? I know it's wierd, but, it's a fantasy I've wanted for years. I dream of fucking a doomed cock, and know I'm one of the last before--I just--I'm begging you."

She looked back and forth between me and Kyla, earnest and dripping with arousal. I was speechless.

"I mean..." I started, but Kyla cut me off, "Go ahead." She smiled, and said, "Give the poor girl a break, Matt. She's desperate. Besides, your penis isn't long for this world. It could use some fun before it goes. You do have a condom, right?" she asked, turning back to the girl.

The girl yanked a condom out of her back pocket and couldn't get it on me fast enough, muttering, "Thank you so! much!"

Once the condom was on my erection, she stood up and tore off her shirt and pants, revealing small, almost nonexistant breasts, the most prominent feature of which was her large, brown, puckered nipples, and a painfully skinny torso and thighs. She had a complex tattoo that covered her belly and twined up one side, underneath her small breast. She stripped off her underwear, still unable to peel her eyes off my slowly bouncing, latex-laden cock.

Almost before she had finished stripping, she delved one hand between her legs. I could hear the squelching sound of incredibly aroused woman, and shared an intimate giggle with Kyla. The girl peeled back her labia with one hand, looking down at herself, and ran her fingers sharp and fast over her clit. 'Revving the engine,' Kyla called it. The girl groaned, eyes rolling back.

Suddenly she glanced at the wall clock and said, "Oh my god, we've got to hurry. I should be finishing my cigarette right now." With that she threw herself on all fours onto the bed in front of me, pointing her dripping cunt at me.

A little shocked by this display, my cock was not at it's firmest, but I stepped up manfully, giving myself a few firm strokes to rev my own engines. I glanced over at Kyla. She looked bemused, but not uninterested. She crossed her arms, and I noticed her playing with her nipples slightly through her shirt.

Standing on the floor, my cock was at just about the right height to penetrate her, with her kneeling on the bed. Her cunt was darker than Kyla's. Her hips were skinnier, both in dimensions and also in girth, almost frail. Her lips and clit were not as pronounced as my wife's, but were stretched nicely along the lines of her vagina.

It was there, at the center of it, where I aimed my condom-wrapped penis and easily penetrated her. She quietly moaned, "yes, fuck me."

As I wrapped my hands around her hips and started pumping firmly, I realized I didn't even know this girl's name. Her moans grew loud quickly, but then she bit her lip and held them in.

I felt Kyla come up behind me, running her hands first along the skin of my back, then around to caress my chest and taut stomach. Her hands skirted around the base of my cock, nimbly dodging the girl's bony ass when it came pounding against my groin. We could both see my cock sliding deftly in and out of her, her vagina distorted around it.

I could tell by the change in her breathing my wife was getting aroused. Somehow that was what did it for me. I took a deep breath, grabbed the girl's hips and thrust into her with more vigor. I could feel my loins tightening, preparing.

"Tell me," the girl moaned, almost begging, "tell me why you want to cut it off?"

I had to shake my head to think, but then it was easy. Still fucking her, I said, "Because it's a part of me I never chose. I enjoy it, I even love it. But cocks do bad things to women, and I don't want to be that.

"Yes, it gives me pleasure, but it never gives me more pleasure than when I'm thinking of destroying it, giving it up. Now, thanks to my wife, I'm finally going to get rid of it."

I fucked her some more, thinking, then said, "I guess just because it's there. It sticks out so far, I can't get over the idea of how easy it would be to cut off. I have to do it, if only because I can."

The girl brought one hand up to her cunt and started rubbing her clit furiously. I switched to longer, slower strokes, sliding almost all the way out, then plunging all the way back in, as deep as it would go, penetrating the depths of her.

Seeing her arousal mounting, I said, for her benefit, "This cock you're fucking right now, it's gonna go. In a few more weeks, I'm going to France, and there I'm going to lose it. You'll never get to fuck this cock again, because I'm going to cut it off first. One good slice should take care of it. Next time you see me, it'll be gone."

With that, she groaned, a deep, shuddering sound, and bit into her arm, biting back a shout. Her buttocks and whole body quivered, shaking. She slammed her ass against my groin. I grabbed her hips and yanked, spearing her on my cock as deeply as I could. Several deep convulsions shook her body, then she cried out.

"Oh god, stop! enough!" she begged, falling and rolling to one side, still touching her crotch gingerly. I was close, but I hadn't come.

She rolled up to put her feet on the floor and gasped, "I need to get back out there... too many cigarettes."

Kyla caught my gaze and started laughing. I couldn't help it, Iaughed too. The thin girl struggled to pull on her pants, and then tossed on her shirt quickly. She started toward the door while Kyla pulled me around and kissed me.

"Wait!" the girl turned back, looking toward my long, dangling penis hungrily, "before I go, I have to see it cum! Please?"

Kyla shrugged, and turned around to kneel in front of me. She rolled the condom off, turning it inside out to dispose of it.

"I'll take that," the girl said, and threw it in the trash.

Kyla opened her mouth and took my hypersensitive penis into it, with the girl's hungry eyes taking in every second of it. I was close, but I had never done this with an observer before. Kyla quickly brought me erect with the familiar sensations of her mouth.

The girl reached out tentatively and said, "Can I touch?" Neither of us answered, so she just went right ahead. In a moment, I felt unfamiliar fingers stroking the base of my thick erection. Her fingers searched down to cup my balls, and slid between them to stroke the sweet spot all the way at the base of my penile shaft, even inside the body.

That sensation made my buttocks tighten and my breath catch. I looked down at the two women, so focused on my crotch. I could mostly see their hair, and the base of my penis appearing and disappearing inside Kyla's deep mouth. I couldn't help but start quivering.

Kyla brought one hand up to cup my shaft, stroking it where her mouth couldn't reach, while the thin girl cupped my balls and kept pressure on the sensitive spot beneath them. Then the thin girl brought her other hand up to wrap around the other side of my penis, twining her fingers with my wife's around my cock.

It was like that that I broke over the point of no return, with three hands and one mouth all engulfing my cock and balls, two women focused entirely on my pleasure.

Kyla felt my moment come, and abruptly yanked back and grabbed the semen cup. She pointed my perfectly rigid cock into the cup--just in time. I spurted three days worth of cum in thick, white ropes, rapidly filling the cup. The thin girl was rubbing both her hands all over my cock and balls, feeling the length of it, the turgid pressure under the skin as it erupted. She moaned sympathetically, watching me cum.

"You're a kinky one, aren't you?" Kyla asked as she milked my cock for the last of its semen, pulling the remaining strands into the cup to join the rest.

"Hah, yeah, I guess so." the thin girl said, still unable to pull herself away. She gave my penis a quick kiss on the shaft and then stood up.

"Make sure to come back here, afterward, okay? I want to see it when it's gone. I've fucked you, now I want to see you when you don't have a penis anymore."

I was overloaded from the sensations, but Kyla spared me answering. Still eying my oozing penis-tip appraisingly, she just said, "We'll think about it."

"Fuck," the girl said, glancing at the clock, and rushed out the door.

"Well," Kyla said, looking up at me with a sparkle in her eye, "that ought to make some good baby-making batter. I think I'm ready for this to go, now." She gave my penis a friendly squeeze.

I groaned. I couldn't wait.