How I Met Kysa Braswell
(TRUE, M/F, size, rom)

by Kysa Braswell and Innaurato
www.kysaonline.com

This all started so innocently, I thought to myself. In a lot of ways, I truly want to be like Kysa Braswell on her www.kysaonline.com site when it comes to love, I've always wanted the fairy tale. I know that's pretty unusual for a guy, but I've never been the type of guy that has liked the idea of sleeping around. It isn't me at all. Little did I know a year ago, my one and only dalliance would end up changing my life forever.

During the days I was in college in the Midwest, you would have thought, as most people did, that I was the typical bookworm. I didn't go out much, and I really didn't have the desire to. In fact, some people took that to mean I was gay. I wasn't, by any stretch of the imagination. I had a lover, though no one else knew who she was, because she was never there. Allow me to explain. Several years before, I had become a member of a local bulletin board service in my hometown, and it was there that I had met Nina. She was a sweet girl, though somewhat troubled, and my heart, for whatever reason, just reached out to her and said, "You're the one." We fell in love online, met a few months later (in what was a rather torrid weekend in her family's mountain cabin - surprisingly so, considering we never actually went "all the way"), and continued our relationship when I went off to college in the Midwest.

Unfortunately, Nina's school obligations wouldn't allow her to take enough time off to come visit me, and since I was relying on financial aid for my schooling, I didn't exactly have the pocket money to come out to visit her, as much as I'd have liked to. So, we had a long distance relationship for some time. This caused us a lot of problems. Nina is fiercely loyal to me, and doesn't even dream of anyone else, let alone pursue anything. So, I suppose it's natural that she expected I do the same in return. Unfortunately, I had a much harder time with that idea than either of us thought. I finally told her, "Look, I love you, Nina, but I can't sit here and count the days waiting for you. I have to live my own life."

So we reached a compromise. We agreed that, at least for the time we spent away from each other until we were engaged, we would allow each other to see other people. Now, I'm 6'1, about 200 pounds, but back then I weighed closer to 230, and I had enough flab where I didn't think of myself as all that attractive, so I didn't expect anything to happen. Eventually, however, I developed a new diversion: computers. And I didn't know it at the time, but it was here that I would meet one of the few true loves I've ever had in my life. I discovered newsgroups in my sophomore year, when my college first got hooked up to the Internet with them. Once I figured out how to use them, I started becoming a regular to several of them, and developed several close friendships and business contacts that I still have to this day.

One day, in the middle of the summer, I was scanning my inbox when I received a email from someone I had vaguely seen on one of the groups, named "Luxford911." A photo of a brilliantly beautiful girl was attached along with her website address and her Instant Message screen name of "Kysa34G_cup." Curious as hell, I quickly scanned the letter. In part, it read:

Kent,
Check out this girl. She's from Norway via Kansas City
and now lives up in Newfoundland, Canada. Had a nice
chat with her and god, she is fucking hot!

- Lux


I studied the attached photo and was impressed. Here was a young girl sitting on a rock with huge breasts bursting through a t-shirt capped with an engaging smile. I was visually hooked. Figuring there were more like this on her website and thinking it had to be another pay site, I checked kysaonline.com out anyway. I was dumbstruck. It was a classy site that threw me off. First, she was a deaf girl and she spoke on the site from that (unique) perspective. I was slightly disappointed there wasn't a hundred nude photos of her, but I got over it the more I read and the more I read the more I was immersed in "her" world. When I got to the page titled, "It's So Quiet in Here," I was transfixed. I HAD to write her! I cobbled together the following fledgling attempt at first contact:

Dear Kysa,
A strange thing happened to me, which I suddenly feel the need to
share with you. Apparently, you receive tens of thousands of emails,
so I don't imagine you'll be reading this anytime soon. Nevertheless,
something just makes me feel like sending this communiqué out into
the void. Whether anything connects or comes back as a result...
who knows?... possibly, it doesn't even matter.

I live in Los Angeles, a strange city. I'm go to school, but work part-time
in the "entertainment industry" - also a strange position in which to find
oneself. I came home late the other night from a boring very-Hollywood
party, a bit tipsy, not yet sleepy. I logged onto my computer, read a
friend's email and tumbled into your website. I say tumbled, because it
felt a bit like Alice tumbling down the rabbit hole. I read a few of the
sexy stories and was definitely turned on, and also increasingly impressed
with the quality/passion/integrity/clarity... the "touch"... of your voice.
Curiouser and curiouser. But then in this very unusual, nonlinear way,
as I wandered around in your web, I slipped into a kind of dream state.

The way you are going about things seems so exotic to me: so contradictory,
so existential, so unlike anyone else I've encountered, and yet so familiar,
too. You seem so conscious in some ways, yet so uncertain in others... so
fiercely independent, and yet needy... craving so much but accepting/taking
so little ... seductive, hungry, lost, seeking, silent, vibrant... I felt
so many different things in traveling through your thoughts and experiences,
it built up in a giant wave within me.

This isn't a love letter, but it easily could be. It's probably as much a
letter to myself as it is to some girl named Kysa up in Newfoundland. I
know next to nothing about Newfoundland, but will visit someday.

I realize I'm rambling, but that is how I feel at the moment. Caught
in some weird ramble. And I include the archaic sense of "weird" - as in
witchery and enchantment. I have so many questions rising up. Not
really specific questions, though, more like a big cloud of weightless
question marks, suddenly shadowing me, floating, following me the
last day or so. I don't mean to be rudely personal, but simply honest
in my curiosity. Hope to hear back from you.

- Kent


Imagine my surprise when Kysa wrote back to ask me to chat with her online the very next night. Her time difference was almost five hours ahead of me, so while it was late evening for her, it was early for me. We quickly progressed through the usual "20 Questions" routine, but she was curious about Los Angeles and how I liked it. From there, "Kysa34G_cup" went on to respond to my questions, and I quickly picked up on her sense of humor and sly sexual innuendo. She hinted at a darker sexuality, more mature than my own. But I was naturally curious about her deafness and wanted to ask her what that was like. She didn't mind and invited those questions.

Her answers gave me pause. I take so much for granted being a 'hearing' person as she writes. It is her that feels bad for us hearing people! But we seemed to click and the conversation continued at a brisk pace.

Not only was her screen name provocative (I mean, "Kysa34G_cup" - if you can't be provoked by that, you must be dead), but when I finally got around to reading her replies, it was quickly apparent that this person was exceedingly intelligent, with a keenly disarming sense of humor. I didn't expect it, but she asked me how big my cock was. I told her, "About 9 inches."

"Do you have a PC cam?" she asked.

"Yea, what do you have in mind?" I asked.

"Put the camera on desk, get a ruler and lay your cock beside it for me!"

I was stunned and excited by such a request. Wow! was all I could think. But now I had to respond or chicken out. I took her challenge with a condition.

"Send me a nude photo of you," I demanded.

"On the way - let me know what you think, take your time and get back to me when you've sent me a photo of a nude you," she urged.

Her photo was alluring. It was her half-undressed in a bikini, cradling her huge boobs. God, I'd kill to fuck that, I thought. My cock instantly got hard and I fumbled around with the cam and ruler, and quickly snapped a still shot. I transferred it directly to her and waited her reaction.

"OHMYGOD!" was her reply on screen.

"You like?" I asked.

"OHMYGOD, I LOVE!" she exclaimed. "Your cock is 9.5 inches laying next to the ruler! You're huge! LOL" she wrote.

I admit I was very flattered by the comments about my cock. I do flatter easily. Thus, a friendship was born. "Kysa34G_cup" was quite open from the start, as was I. She held all the mystery on the other side of the terminal giving her situation. I mean, here was a beautiful girl, living in an exotic northern land, and I was all but having cyber sex with her! Before she signed off, she told me that I'd have to cum for her on the cam next time.

After signing off, I felt stupid, wondering why I'd revealed so much to her. I'd been burned once before by somebody who had taken all of my secrets and basically spread them all over the place, even going so far as to take an alias to do so. For all I knew, it might have been the same person all over again. Why play all my cards?

Finally, after what can best be described as a two-week cat-and-mouse game, I finally began to learn more about this Kysa girl. Her name was Kysa Braswell, and she described herself as "the world's best janitor." She worked as a custodian for the Anglican church in her mountain village of Norris Point, and claimed it was a Zen-like job, if there ever was one, though I'm not sure what she meant by that. Needless to say, I liked her already.

It was during this time that Nina and I had begun to start fighting. I had been close friends with a woman at my college named Connie, who had been one of the people who really had done wonders to help me get through a difficult year. We definitely had feelings for each other, but we both knew that we couldn't act on them in any reasonable manner. I told Nina the truth about this, and it made her upset. She began to get scared, talking about how she was worried that I was going to leave her. And this began to cause a few problems for me, because I wondered what that said about her trust in me. Remember, all of this was after our agreement that we could see other people if we wanted.

Apparently, Kysa could sense this, because she asked me if there was something wrong in my life about a week after the fighting started. I told her some of the details, without mentioning names, and said to her, "My biggest problem with Nina right now is that I don't feel like she's being honest. Honesty, in a relationship, is something that's important to me, and I don't seem to be getting any of it."

After a couple of exchanges similar to this, I began to see Kysa as quite a close friend. I felt like I could talk about anything with her and not be judged. A few days later, however, she sent me the following message, attached to the end of her reply to one of my letters:

"Kent, I think it's time we met," Kysa wrote in the email. "I have to tell you, all this talk about honesty has given me a bit of a conscience attack. I'm not sure you're going to be ready for this, but I hope you'll be able to understand and look at me in the same way. To put it simply: I'm somewhat of a polyandrous pervert. I have relationships already with several different men, and among other things, I seek out dangerous sex and write pornographic short stories for profit. Or if me being deaf is just too much, I won't be offended. Just let me know because I understand when hearing guys don't want to be with me because of it. I will understand if you decide that you don't want to talk to me anymore, I really will. Just let me know one way or the other. Love, Kysa."


I can't say that I wasn't surprised by this, because I obviously was. But why would she think I would somehow be repulsed by it, when I had clearly demonstrated to her that all I wanted was freedom? I asked Kysa to chat with me online that night, and she did. I must tell you, for lack of a face, the thing that really attracts me to someone is their voice. But Kysa has no voice! She claims she's not mute, but she doesn't (and cannot) talk. However, her silence would turn out to be one of the most melodious, beautiful voices I'd ever heard in my life. Once I got over that little sticking point, I told her point blank that I wasn't about to go anywhere, and that she could count on me for a long time as long as she kept being honest with me.

Having been reassured, Kysa began to be a little more daring. She sent me several of the stories that had been published, all of which were incredibly good and incredibly detailed. Her emails began to be increasingly flirtatious, which I returned in kind, being something of a natural flirt myself. By this point, we had made a point to mail each other at least a couple times a day. Finally, one evening, Kysa, in email, finally asked me the question that I never really thought I'd read:

"So tell me, Kent," she wrote. "Just what is the status of your relationship with Nina?"

There it was, in black and white. Was I available? I thought about it for a minute before I wrote my reply to her, and my mind kept coming back to the agreement that Nina and I had made a long time ago to see others, when she said, "I can trust you, and you can put your trust in me. Everything else is details." I made my decision, and told Kysa that Nina and I were in an open relationship.

Everything began to progress rapidly after that. When it had become clear that Kysa and I were going to be emailing each other for quite some time, I began to tell Nina a little bit about her. She made it emphatically clear that she didn't like Kysa in the least, and kept asking me why I would ever want to talk to her. Things were beginning to deteriorate between Nina and I, and I didn't fully understand why.

Finally, I got a letter in the mail one day, with no return address on it, but it had a Newfoundland postmark. I opened the letter, and to my surprise, I found an imaginary four-day itinerary, with a note on the back that read: "A summer spent in Newfoundland would be a summer of love. Consider a flight, I'll take care of the rest. Love, Kysa." Needless to say, I was incredibly happy. A trip to Newfoundland was a goal I accepted as my own and it quickly pushed out all competing thoughts in my mind. I had to go see this girl.

Also inside were three photos of her, one of her face and two "full-figure" shots. And believe me, what a figure it was. She stood about 5'3" and weighed about 110 lbs., and looked closer to 17 than 22. Her face was framed by her long dark hair, and oddly, she DID wear a notepad around her neck, but she was hardly awkward. Behind the world-class model's face was a heart of gold, and a body to die for. Her shorts showed off firmly muscled, yet gracefully long, smooth legs, and with her shirt tucked in, her G-cup breasts were rather prominent. But how could any girl hide breasts that big! I later found out that she actually wore a H-cup bra, but used 'G' online because she claimed her breast size tended to frighten the best men away. If I wasn't in love before, I certainly was in lust now.

I went online and ordered a roundtrip ticket to St. John's, Newfoundland with my VISA card. With my impending visit as soon as the semester was over, I thought that I should tell Nina a little more about just how far my relationship with Kysa was going. Unfortunately, I didn't get to say anything about it.

My roommate, an exchange student from Japan, found me in the computer lab about a week later, and insisted that I come up to the room and answer the phone. "Someone for your girlfriend has been calling for the last hour," he said, "and she keeps telling me she's not going to stop calling until I come and get you. Says something about verifying your directions before going any further. So come back up before I go nuts."

Wondering what the heck was going on, I went back to the room and answered the phone, which had started ringing yet again. The next thing I heard was Nina reading me one of Kysa's more flirtatious letters to me. Somehow, Nina had gone into a jealous rage and had broken into my computer account. Needless to say, the next two hours consisted of a lot of screaming, crying, and whining on both sides of the phone, with her talking about how I'd betrayed her (never mind that nothing had happened yet) and me yelling at her to get off my back and let me live my own life. After that little ordeal was over, I emailed Kysa and told her just how bad the situation was, and she seemed to understand just how I felt. Or so I thought.

After spending the rest of the day fixing my own personal computer, I got online from my dorm room, and found the following email waiting for me in my inbox from Kysa:

Dear Kent,
Through everything we've said to each other to this point, I have
always trusted that you had my best interests at heart. I have really
taken the time to believe in you, to trust in you, and to understand
some of the difficulties you have had in your relationship with Nina.
And I think I've done a good job in doing so. But what you told me
of today's argument with her really made me sit down and think.

I feel somehow this is all my fault. We're not cheating though we are.
I have a fondness so great for you that I want to meet you. And that
you're even willing to travel to Newfoundland impresses me to no end.
But understand that girls have always had this reaction to me. Don't
ask why, but I inspire EXTREME jealousies in other girls, despite the
fact that I have no advantages on them, except for maybe bust size.

You told me that you have been in an open relationship for a while now;
yet she gets angry at the very mention of me, so much so that she decides
she has to break into your account. You tell me that you don't believe
she has a fundamental problem with what you feel for me; yet clearly, she
does. So, what's a girl supposed to think? There's only two things that
I can think, Kent: either you have been vastly misled by Nina and her
feelings about what she thinks your relationship should be, or you have
been fooling yourself, perhaps not knowing you were in love with her.

I can't tell you everything, but if you do not decide to get back with
her, I NEED you to come to Newfoundland, please? Love,

- Kysa


I was now faced with the possibility of losing two people I had come to care about more than anything else in the world in the same day. But the more I looked at the letter, I could see that Kysa was almost begging for support. "Reach out to me," she was saying. "I need you." Her 'please' at the end really hooked me. I can't stop thinking that she really wants to see me.

A couple of hours later was the weekly IRC session that our newsgroup was having. Angry, depressed, and quite stressed out, I logged on, and quickly found Kysa. Within about two minutes, we had moved over to our own private IRC channel, and began at least trying to talk things out. After about two hours or so of trying to get her to understand that I wasn't trying to hurt anyone, things looked like they were beginning to fall through.

"You don't understand, do you?" Kysa wrote. "I... I am deeply in love with you. I've never met a guy like you online. I not sure I know what to feel right now. I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff hanging on by my fingers, waiting for somebody to either rescue me or kick me over."

"I do understand!" I replied. "I've been trying to rescue you for the past two hours, and I don't know what more I can do; you won't let me!"

"Maybe it would be easier for all of us if you just said goodbye, Kent," she said. "I mean that. Maybe it would be better for everyone involved. I don't want to play the spoiler part, and besides, I'm 5000 miles away from you. If we part, there's no harm done... yet."

"But how am I supposed to do that?" I asked, hoping that the pleading I was feeling in my heart was getting through.

"Easy. Say I love you and goodbye," was the reply.

I began feeling more desperate. "But I can't do that!" I said. "I just can't!" I really couldn't explain why I kept pursuing it, other than because I felt the whole situation was a misunderstanding and that I felt if we just talked long enough, everything would be all right.

Kysa's reply was a simple, "Why not?" And just then, it struck me. I knew exactly why not.

"Because I think I'm falling in love with you."

A long pause.

"You know, it amazes me that you can write that. I want to see you say that while holding my hand."

I was furious. I wasn't used to being treated like that by anybody, and considering the rest of the day I had, I wasn't about to take too kindly to implying that I was a user. So I let Kysa have it.

"FUCK YOU KYSA!" I wrote. "I can't believe what I'm hearing from you! I don't ever say things like that to manipulate people. I can't do that! If that was what I was trying to do, do you really think I'd have stuck around here for three hours listening to you try to make some excuse to get out of the relationship? I'm still here because I love you, and I'm not about to go anywhere, so you might as well get that through your head right now. Maybe I've made some mistakes in my time, but falling for you is NOT one of them and deep down in your heart, you know it too, or else you wouldn't even be here right now!"

Another long pause. For a split second, I thought I'd gone too far, and that the next message would be that Kysa had signed off and left, and that would be the end of it. Then I saw her reply.

"Kent?"

"Yes?"

"Do you remember what I said before, about feeling like I was on the edge of a cliff?" she said.

"Yes?" I replied, now nearly breathless with anticipation.

"Is that your hand I see offering to pull me to you?"

In an instant, it was as if the two of us were in a cyberspace world of our own design, in a cyber-desert, complete with a canyon that the two of us were perilously close to the edge of. I pulled her up so that she was out of danger, and the two of us headed off in the direction of a shade tree, looking to catch our breath. Kysa took my hand and placed it on her heart, and held it there, with a loving look in her eyes. I could see her face as surely as it was in the pictures she had sent me, and as she described the scene to me, it was becoming clear that she was as incredibly turned on as I was by everything that had happened.

On the screen, her typing became much more garbled, almost as if her hands were trembling as she typed. Kysa held me close, and turned her face upwards to meet mine. Our kisses were tentative at first, but began to grow in strength and desire as we felt an incredible need for each other deep within ourselves. Her fingers began to trace a line down my spine and into the crevice of my asscheeks, and I could feel the shudders involuntarily coursing through my body as my shorts began to get tighter and tighter on me. Our shirts came off with ease, and were tossed aside quickly.

My hands traveled quickly to her enormous G-cup breasts, and she arched her back and moaned with incredible pleasure. She placed me so that my back was against the shade tree, and told me to keep my arms locked around the trunk of the tree. She then went to work on my pants, undoing them and almost ripping them off in a frenzied passion. Slowly, but with great difficulty in controlling herself, she pulled my underwear off, and slowly began to stroke me, one hand on my chest, the other lightly curled around my nine-incher.

Kysa leaned over, without any warning, and started to bathe my cock with her tongue, lapping around the head first, then slowly curling her tongue and lightly grazing the underside of my shaft in an up-and-down motion. After a moment, she plunged her entire mouth down over the full length of me, and began bobbing her head, taking me all the way in and nearly all the way out before going back down again. I was in heaven. I mean, I knew it was only on the screen, and not real, but why could I see the scene in front of me? And why could I literally feel the sensations? I pushed those questions to the back of my mind, I didn't care at this point. All I wanted to concentrate on were the lips wrapped around my full length, and the fingers that were tickling my balls, and the love that I knew I was feeling in my heart for Kysa.

I stopped her, and turned her over onto her back so that she was looking up at the sky, with her hands in a similar position to where mine were, wrapped around the base of the shade tree. I quickly took her pants off, and began kissing my way down her body, avoiding her most sensitive areas, then took my sweet time licking my way up her thighs, higher and higher, until finally I reached my destination. I ran two fingers along the entrance to her cunt, then gently pushed them inside of her as my tongue and my lips latched on to her clit. With a free hand, I slowly began caressing her breasts and tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and her on-screen reactions quickly became those of a woman in want, in need of someone to take her, to make wild passionate love to her, even to rape her, and impregnate her in her darkest deepest desires. Kysa, after what seemed like an eternity, stopped me, and turned over so that our bodies were pressed together. I kissed her breasts slowly, and it was clear that she loved it, but she gently moved me away from her for a moment. She locked my lips in a wonderful kiss, and wrapped her legs around me. She let loose just for an instant so that she could grasp my prickmeat in her hand, and in one fluid motion, lowered herself onto me, inch by inch, until I was buried balls-deep inside of her.

Kysa gasped as if the breath had been knocked out of her. She winced from the pain of my penetration. She later told me that I was significantly thicker than she expected and made a mistake by trying to accommodate my size so quickly. I sat there for a moment, locked in a loving embrace, savoring the feelings we were both having. Then, ever so slowly, she started to bounce up and down on me, gripping me with the walls of her sex. As she did so, she began to rotate her hips, coating every side of my manhood with her juices, and she ground her hips against my pelvis. My hips began bucking upwards as she rolled herself against me, so that I went deeper and deeper inside of her. Deep down, neither one of us knew we could last very long. Before long, I was screaming wildly, bucking my hips like there was no tomorrow, and I could almost feel my body pressed against hers, arms locked around me as she came in a shuddering orgasm a moment later.

I looked down and realized exactly what was going on. There wasn't anybody there. The screen was clear, but my hands were coated with my own cum. It was almost as if I'd had an out of body experience, and I began to wonder if it had really happened. Then my email alert sound chimed. I quickly wiped off a flood of cum from the desktop and check the inbox. It was a message from Kysa.

"Did what I think just happened happen?" she had written.

Back at the chat message, I was clearly trying to compose myself. I softly gave her my reply. "Yes, it did, more than you realize."

"Oh, anything I have a taste for?" she added, with a little giggle at the end.

"I'll bet! That seemed so real, you know," I said, very much relieved and relaxed now. "It was almost as if we were there, actually making love."

"I know," Kysa wrote. "I want this so much to be true, Kent, please be for real."

"I will be," I said. "I promise you that, and I never make a promise I can't keep."


The next two weeks were a blur. As Kysa's arrival grew closer, it was becoming clear to everyone around me that something magical was happening to me. Not that anyone knew what it was, mind you; but there was no doubt that there was something that was on my mind. My long-time friend Connie, one of the few people who I can honestly say knows me as well as I know myself, took one look at me during the French class we were taking and instantly knew something was up.

"OK, what's her name?" she said, with a grin on her face.

"And what, pray tell, are you talking about?" I said playfully.

"You know exactly what I'm talking about, Kent," Connie said, grinning even wider now. "You've been walking around for the last week or so with a look on your face like you just got the best blowjob of your life."

"None could be as good as yours, babe," I replied, winking. We had a tendency to be somewhat flirtatious; it was in both of our natures. With her, I felt safe doing that; she was already engaged to be married to her sweetheart, Terry, who also happened to be my best friend, and we both had no real interest in each other; still, it was so fun to pretend otherwise.

"I'll make sure and tell Terry how impressed you are," Connie said, winking back. "So tell me about her. What's she like? Who is it, for that matter?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure," I said. "We haven't even met yet."

She started to answer, then paused, and looked at me like I'd just lapsed into Swedish. "Haven't met yet?" she asked. "Ooh, this is an interesting one. Oh well, I guess it wouldn't be you if it wasn't weird." She laughed. "So, when's the big meeting?"

"Next week," I said. "I'm flying to Newfoundland, Canada to meet her. She told me that she'd be the girl at the National Park Visitor's Center with a box of chocolates for me."

She laughed loudly at that. "Dear God, aren't you the hopeless romantic," Connie said. "Listen, I've gotta run: Philosophy exam in fifteen minutes. Love ya." Before she left, however, she kissed my cheek and looked closely at me. "Kent, do me a favor, okay?" she said, softly. "Don't go forgetting about Nina. She loves you, no matter what, and I know you feel the same way about her. If nothing else, just play safe and come home safe, okay? I don't want anything to happen to you; you know that."

I nodded. "I know, Connie," I said. "You're a special friend to me, and I value your advice, and your friendship. I won't let anything bad happen."

We hugged and said our goodbyes, and I resumed being incredibly anxious for the next day.

It was a short night of sleep, because try as I might, I couldn't get the erotic dreams of Kysa out of my mind. It was almost as if she was an angel that guided me by day and seduced me by night. In one dream, we would be making love by a babbling brook; in another, we might be cuddling in a park; in still another, we might be engaging in one of her violent rape fantasies.

I woke up early, on what was a perfect Saturday morning. I showered and quickly picked out some comfortable clothes for flying. The flight would take all day to reach St. John's. She insisted that we make the meeting casual, so neither one of us would have to feel too pressured. So, I picked out a button-down shirt with the college logo over the breast pocket with nice shorts, and pretty much left it at that. Upon arriving in St. John's it was already 9p there, given the time difference. I picked up a local newspaper, the St. John's Telegram. After all, I needed something to read during dinner before driving all night across the Province.

I had slept on the plane so the night drive was not difficult, and following the wonderful Trans-Canada Highway, I pulled into Gros Morne National Park early, at 7a. I waited in the car for her, since the Visitor's Center was not opened yet. I'd just remembered that Kysa told me she does not know how to drive a car. So she'd either need a ride here or she'd be on foot. Within minutes, the most beautiful site I'd ever seen came walking up the path of the Center. Kysa waved at me and immediately I knew why she had chosen the name "Kysa34G_cup" for her screen name. Any man who didn't desire her from the first moment was either blind or stupid, and probably both. My god, she was stunning, the kind of girl that literally turned everyone's heads as she strode up the long drive. Her huge (and I mean HUGE) breasts swaying and wobbled as she danced toward me.

I knew this had to be Kysa. She wore a bright yellow sun dress that hugged her (stacked) curvaceous figure, with her long auburn-brown hair draped nicely around a tanned, gorgeous angelic face that was capped with a smile. And she had on hiking boots. She had tiny feet, and this was apparent only because her shoes were so small.

We hugged, and immediately started catching each other up on the previous few days; I learned ASL as a child and had taken a night class at the college to brush up. I wasn't fluent, but I could communicate with her well enough not to have to use her notepad all the time.

She seemed to down to earth, so oblivious to the popularity of her beauty. I kissed her hand, presented her with both the paper and the rose. She hugged me for a longer than normal time, kissed my cheek, and then signed "Hi" along with "How was your drive?" as we headed to the center lobby as it opened for the day.

"I've never seen such rugged, beautiful country in my life!" I said, laughing. "I began to wonder on the way in here if you actually had any people living here. I ate four hot dogs and chased it down with tomato juice as a midnight snack...."

"Blecch!" she wrote on her notepad.

I chuckled. "Well, I'm sure that the people, wherever they may be, are fairly nice folks," I said. One of the Park Rangers inside greeted her, knowing who she was. She quickly scrawled out a note on her pad to him and waved to the women behind a glass in the office behind the information desk.

"So, you're little 'Miss Special' in Norris Point, I see!" I signed.

"You're so silly," she said. "Let's go into town and get you a nice breakfast, then we'll head to my cabin."

I walked behind her and what a girl. Kysa is one of those rare women who seem to have an aura about them, a charisma you might say. People are drawn to her. She greets everyone with either a hug, a handshake, or a meek smile; giggles into her chest, always looking downward toward her feet, though with those breasts I'm not sure she's seen her feet since she was a preteen. She also had a habit of touching people and things in a child-like way. While in the pub/restaurant booth, for example, she massaged the inlaid lettering carved into the window sill. After we finished, she reached for my hand and slowly led me out into the pub.

With some difficulty opening the cabin door, we managed to enter where she helped me unpack. It would never be mistaken for the Hilton, but then, Kysa had no money, so we couldn't exactly afford the Hilton. Not that it mattered in the seaside village of Norris Point, a town of only 900 people - there were no Hiltons, only the Strawberry Hill Inn. I set my things down, and went over and just collapsed on her bed. By this time, I actually was beginning to feel exhausted from the long drive. We kept talking for a while, but both of us began to fidget around, trying to make small talk. We continued trying even as she joined me on the bed, and by this time I could feel myself literally starting to shake. Not in hunger for food, though I was actually in need of something to eat, but in hunger for Kysa. My fingers gently stroked her hand, which was pushing down on the bed because she was using that arm for support. At that point, we stopped worrying a whole lot about talking, and gazed deeply into each others' eyes. I think Kysa and I both knew what was going to happen next, but we almost subconsciously kept trying to steer around it.

Finally, our faces drifted closer and closer to each other, and we kissed, lightly at first, but with ever growing passion. Up to this point, we had been constantly flirting with each other, talking about what we wanted, but as we kissed each other for the first time, I realized that we had no real agenda or timetable for how far we wanted to go. I decided that the best thing to do was for the two of us to take things as slowly as we could. Kysa drew my tongue into her mouth, and her arms wrapped around my rather ample figure, slowly caressing my back. My hand came up behind her head and started stroking her hair, as we continued to kiss for what seemed like forever. As if on cue, we pulled away slowly for a moment.

"Do you believe that I'm real now?" I whispered.

She thought for a moment, then nodded and replied, "You're not only real, you smell like the mountain air, too!"

Her hugs were divine. When a girl like this presses her huge breasts against your chest, your cock has no choice but to get hard. My cock did not betray me, but being too tired to do anything, she suggested I nap the rest of the morning before lunch.

"The time change is harsh coming from across the continent. Rest, I'm a quiet one." she signed. She was, too. She read the whole time I was asleep.

I was awakened with a kiss on my cheek near my ear. Three kisses and seven carresses later, we went out to lunch at a nearby local restaurant up the way in Rocky Harbour. It was funny. Now that we seemed to understand where each other was coming from, the tension that had been there just didn't seem to be there anymore. It was a truly wonderful feeling, holding the hand of a woman I knew I loved and that I knew loved me for who I was, not some image of what I was supposed to be. After lunch, Kysa took me to a place deep into the mountains. I'm not exactly a nature buff, but I do like going back to it every once in a while, and there is a state park about fifteen miles from the college that I go to whenever I really start feeling sorry for myself and just want to get away from all the bad things around me. After an hour's drive, we eventually arrived.

We began hiking through what was an dense forest, following a brook. What they call brooks up here we call rivers in the States. Kysa said it tailed seventy kilometers toward the range. (We weren't about to hike the whole thing, mind you, I didn't have the energy despite Kysa's eagerness to try, and she was still in her dress!) We followed one particular trail under a rock bridge with at least fifty geese that had made a temporary home there. From there, we took a steep, winding trail deep into the mountainside, and we finally came to a stop at an incredible vista. From this view I could see for miles on end. It was breathtaking. She waved me off, saying I hadn't seen anything yet.

By this point, Kysa and I didn't even need words on her notepad to know what the other person was thinking. We kissed again, deeper and with more gusto than at her cabin earlier, and with even more longing than I had ever really expected to feel. My right hand traveled up to her left breast, and I slowly began to rub it through her shirt. Her legs began to get very wobbly, and I supported her by placing my free hand in the small of her back, keeping her somewhat upright as I continued to caress her. Light moans of sublime pleasure began coming out of her mouth at that point, and clearly she was enjoying every minute of the attention I was giving her.

After a short time to let her recover, we began to retrace our hiking path and made it back to the car. We were amazed to discover by the time we had gotten back that we'd spent a full two and a half hours in the mountains. As a result, I couldn't help but write on her notepad, "Time sure flies when you're having fun, doesn't it?" She smiled and nodded. We drove along the coastline near the gulf for a couple of hours before she finally go back to the cabin. There she changed for dinner.

"Do you want me to meet you back here in half an hour?" she asked.

"That depends," I wrote. "Will it be worth it?"

Kysa winked, and wrote, "You have no idea, do you?"

Quickly, I dashed up to my room and changed into my nice clothes. It was the one suit I owned, complete with a sport coat I'd had to borrow from a friend of mine that, believe it or not, did more for the outfit than the original sport coat. I had just finished getting everything ready when I heard a car horn off in the distance. Since I know firsthand the evils of keeping a lady waiting, I dashed down the stairs and saw a goddess waiting for me at the car. It wasn't so much what she revealed as what she didn't reveal that made Kysa look so ravishing. She wore a button-down blouse, open just enough at the top to make one wonder and wish, with a black, flowered vest buttoned up to just below her breasts over the shirt. All of this was tucked into a black pleated skirt that resembled the design a cheerleader skirt, which showed just enough of the outline of her legs to make every man on campus drool.

"So Mister Kent" Kysa signed, striking a pose for me. "Ready?"

"For what?" I signed, with more than a hint of desire in my voice. She giggled, and we began to kiss again.

As my hand reached up for her breast again, she lovingly but firmly pushed it down and said, "Kent, if you don't stop right now, we're never going to make it to dinner."

As I looked into Kysa's eyes, I could see a glimpse of touchiness. But also one of pure animal lust. "I like that look," I thought to myself.

We went and dined at Frommer's, one of the greatest places to eat that I've ever been to. I sipped champagne (Kysa drank a diet coke), talked with each other and ate throughout the evening. After we finally got out of there, and seeing that a storm was quickly rising off the coast, we headed back to Kysa's cabin. I tossed my sports coat over on one of the chairs in the rustic, tiny two-room cabin, and she tossed her vest over onto another one, and we both began to watch a terribly boring curling match that happened to be playing on the television in the room. With other things on her mind, Kysa quickly grew tired of it, and turned to me with the most loving look in her eyes. She gently caressed my cheek, then Brailled my face. I would be lying if I said it wasn't a unique experience. For some reason I felt she was drawing letters and words with her fingers as she carressed me. She pulled my face down to hers. We began to kiss lightly, then passionately, as we had been doing earlier. There was an eagerness in her that I had not seen up until now, even earlier that day in the park.

Breaking our kiss, she pulled back for a moment and whispered, "I don't want to rush you, Kent."

"I know," I signed. It seemed fairly obvious to me that she wanted to take this slowly, and with three more days in the trip, I wasn't about to take too many chances now.

Still, I wasn't about to be totally timid. My lips started exploring her, kissing her neck and traveling down her chest, though avoiding her breasts for the moment (which was hard to do). Kysa eagerly did the same, flickering her tongue all over my neck and as much of my skin as she could reach, eliciting moans and gasps from every sensitive portion on my body. She played my body like a violin, and she was a virtuoso at doing so. I slipped my shoes off quickly, and continued kissing Kysa for what seemed like hours. I wanted to see more of her, so I eased up for a moment and slowly unbuttoned her shirt. I eased it off her shoulders and tossed it off to the side. I wasn't really prepared to unhook her bra just yet, after all, I figured if we're going to take it slow, let's do exactly that. At least thirty minutes passed. Kysa began running her hands against my chest and pulled my shirttail out of my pants, and slowly unbottoned my shirt as I'd unbuttoned hers before. Our hands were starting to explore each other more now, my arms wrapped around her caressing her back, with hers running over my chest. She rolled over so that I was on my back, and she started kissing and suckling the nipples on my chest, running her tongue down my belly, tickling me and all the while making my fat cock rage with lust for her mouth.

I didn't go any further, though, because I didn't know exactly where she had drawn the line, and I didn't want to offend her at all. This, looking back, turned out to be a mistake. All at once, after we'd been going at it for at least an hour, Kysa pulled away and almost tossed me aside. She sat up in the bed, put her shirt back on and put her head in her hands as a thunderstorm brewed all about the cabin. She went over and opened the door, and standing in the doorway, she stared out with tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I'm sorry," Kysa signed. "I knew this was a mistake as soon as I started."

"Sorry for what?" I asked, patiently.

"I can't tell you," she signed.

Is she nuts, what was she talking about? I thought to myself. At that point, I was more turned on than I'd ever been in my life; where was all of this coming from? "I didn't know what you wanted, Kysa," I said, meekly. "I wasn't sure if you were ready for anything yet. Tell me, why can't you tell me?"

Kysa sniffled and wiped the tears now streaming down her pretty olive-skinned face. "I've been deeply in love with you Kent for longer than you know, but I was afraid at every turn you'd reject me!" she nearly shouted at me. "You trusted me so much online."

"I don't understand," I signed.

"I've been so afraid you wouldn't like me now that you've seen me. Guys pretend to like me for a variety of reasons - my body mainly - but then soon can't handle the deaf part of me, are embarrassed and always end up going back to their old (hearing) girlfriends."

"Kysa, you couldn't be further from the truth of how I feel," I assured her.

She paused, smiled, and cupped my right cheek in her small soft hand. "Right now, I have three choices, none of them good at all," she signed, turning to me. "I can avoid having my heart torn out of my chest by sending you home and locking myself in the room all night, or I can send you home and find someone else, or I can just attack you right here and risk losing you. And I don't want to take that chance." She cried some more, wiped her face and then signed, "I want you, Kent. I need you so desperately. This is physically painful for me, but I need a man like you inside me... deep inside me."

It all of a sudden hit me: all this time, I'd been holding myself back because I'd thought it was what Kysa wanted; when in fact she was begging me to fuck her senseless and make her scream in ecstacy. And I hadn't even realized it! I had simply forgotten how sexual she was. Her sexual desires were animalistic, instinctive, raw.

"Kysa, you aren't getting this, are you?" I said. "All this time, I've been trying to hold myself back because I thought that this was what you wanted. Kysa, you don't have to attack me to have me."

At this, Kysa turned and looked to me with the most powerfully lustful look I had ever seen. She climbed back onto the bed and kissed me, deeply and lovingly on the lips. She then began fumbling with her pants, finally managing to unbutton them and pull them down slightly. She took my left hand and forced it deep down between her legs, and it immediately became clear that not only was she not wearing panties because she was so wet.

Kysa looked hard at me. "Kent, I don't care what you do or how you do it," she said, "but know that there is no way that I can keep on going like this!"

My eyes lit up, and I began kissing her again. Kysa kissed back with such a force that my jaw actually began to hurt. I pulled away and quickly helped her out of her pants. Immediately, she helped me get her out of her bra, and for the first time, I got to see - for real this time - every last inch of my Kysa's incredibly gorgeous figure. She had graceful lithe legs that seemed to go on forever, with a taut stomach and extremely large, heavy breasts that not only held their weight well, but were very firm. Moreover, her nipples were incredible: her areolae were as wide as four of my fingers and the tips stuck out like the tips of my little fingers. My lips immediately latched on to one of them, sucking the big nipple and rolling it with my tongue. My left hand was rolling her tiny swollen clit between my fingers, and my right hand was tugging to get my pants off.

Kysa finally helped me out of those, and her hand immediately plunged into my boxers, almost wildly stroking my thick nine-inch cock, trying to somehow even get it harder than it was already. Somehow, I knew the time was right.

I pulled back from her for just a moment, and whispered, "Let's make love."

"Slowly, antagonizingly?" she signed.

"Yes," I mimed, "slowly and completely, for however long you want to."

My boxers came off, revealing all of me to her for the first time, and Kysa quickly rolled me over onto my back, with a need on her face that I had previously only dreamed about. She covered me with kisses, driving me crazy with desire with kisses to my neck, then moving down to my chest again, milking and biting my nipples as she kissed them. Her kisses traveled lower, over my stomach, until finally, she took my throbbing member into her mouth and started sucking on it like a little girl and a lollipop. She sucked cock as if she loved it, something few girls ever did. Rolling the foreskin with her tongue, she licked up and down the blood-bloated shaft as she did so. Her desire for that ended after ten minutes, however. I'm not sure I wouldn't held out another minute had she continued anyway. It was abundantly clear at that point exactly what Kysa wanted. I started to ask her if she thought that I should use protection; she merely silenced me by putting her finger to my lips.

"My dearest love," she signed, "I don't want you even to worry about anything like protection or anything like that. All I want you and I to worry about tonight is making wonderful, magnificent love together and feeling your big fat cock deep inside here," pointing to her belly.

She planted one last kiss on my lips and raised her hips up, grasping my cock in her hand as she did so. Then, just as in our cybersex scenario before, she lowered herself down, slowly, gently onto me, until I was buried inside of her.

To this day, I haven't told Kysa this, but this was the first time that I had ever truly made love to anyone else. The feeling as I entered her for the first time was almost indescribable, but even better than that was the knowledge that she wanted to take me just as bad as I wanted to take her. I began to buck my hips upward into her, and she brought her body forward so that our chests were pressed together. We kissed with a wild abandon as I continued bucking my hips up into her, and she began to bounce on my cock, taking the time whenever she could to grind her hips against me. I could hear her panting as the sweat began to coat our bodies. Her breasts were so large that when she was on top of me, they spilled over and cradled my armpits, which felt fantastic.

Kysa knew how to make it even more erotic, too... she began whispering into my ear as we continued to make love to each other. "How do you like it, my sexy boy?" she signed. "My arms hold you; my breasts smother you; my cunt grasps you; I'm the one causing you to go absolutely crazy with pleasure, baby, I can tell. I can feel the juices bubbling in your cock as you're fucking me while my juices coat your cock."

I tried to talk, but I found I could not. It was no use. Kysa was in control of me...in control of my pleasure. I found that I could hardly even thrust into her after a while, because I was shaking so much from the adrenaline that was rushing through my body. It didn't even matter to her, though, as the walls of her pussy continued to squeeze me as she moved her hips up, and released as she moved them down over my cock. Her pussy was so tight that it felt like I was fucking a teen virgin. I knew I was hung, but she made my nine-incher felt a foot long. Soon, I felt her body starting to tense, and I started kissing her neck and pulling and massaging her breasts with both my hands.

It was too much for Kysa to take. I slid my fat cock into her as deftly as I could, feeling her her cunt clenching me like a vise as she started to whimper, "Nnnnnnnggnn!" Her shouts began to get louder and louder. "Nnnnnnnggnn, Nnnnnnnggnn, ahhhhhh, nnnnnmmmmm," as wave after wave of orgasm swept over her body. Her eyes implored me to fuck harder. I poured my big cock into her as violently as I could, raping my cock deep into her womb, hoping I was hurting her for once. Apparently so, because she winced and gasped aloud when I felt my cockhead puncture her cervix. As much of a death grip as her pussy had on my cock, her cervix was even tighter, and quite painful for her. I didn't care, because as much as I loved her, I wanted to fuck this little slut into a coma. I know that's not funny, but I wanted her to remember our first fuck as a painful one, one where she could barely walk the next day. So on I raped, hammering her little pussy for all I was worth, slamming my prickmeat into her womb over and over and over, filling the room with the obscene slap/slam-fucking sounds of our lovemaking.

The tide of pain increased for her until she waved me off, wanting me to stop as tears streaked down her face. I wasn't about to stop short of pouring my load into her womb. She tried to slow my pounding blows down by pulling my neck to her lips and biting my neck, but that only made my cock harder and longer inside her. My orgasm was still building for me. She refused to let my neck go, which only urged me on.

Looking past the tears in her eyes, they told me one thing: 'Come on, baby, I want you. I want to feel your hot cum shooting out of your cock and going deep inside my warm, fertile womb!' She then flickered her tongue against the spot on my neck where she had been biting me, and that set me off like a time bomb. I tore into Kysa faster and faster, pummeling her uncontrollably as I came violently at the urging of her beautiful eyes, feeling what had to be the greatest feeling I had ever experienced, before or since. My cock was on fire like electricity was running through it, and I arched my back (something I never do) as my orgasm overtook me. My cock jerked involuntarily and exploded inside her, raining cum into her womb. I counted thirteen blasts of cum... god, I must have filled that pussy up!

This didn't satisfy Kysa. If anything, it turned her on even more. So even as I was exhausted and beginning to dwindle a little bit, she kept grinding against me, determined to get as much out of me as she possibly could. And, somehow, it worked as another huge orgasm, even bigger than the first, swept over her, and as our bodies continued to move in a rhythm her fingers dug into my back so hard as she came she actually left scratch marks afterwards. After a full hour of brutal animal sex, and physically exhausted, with the sweat pouring from our bodies, we kissed each other lightly, dryly. Kysa finally, reluctantly, crawled off of me, allowing my still semi-hard cock to extract itself reluctantly from her still clasping cunt. We just laid there, spent for a moment. I could hardly blame her, really, considering how I felt at that moment.

"I have to tell you, Kysa, that was incredible; it was magnificent," I signed. "I don't think I've ever felt this close to anyone else in my entire life. Not Nina, not even Anna, my first girlfriend, not anyone." I kissed her again. "I can't think of anyone I'd rather experience all these feelings with than you."

She smiled at me, and signed, "I know," and rested her head on my chest, feeling my heart beating against her cheek.

She then looked at me seriously. "I want you to understand that there's certain things I can't give you. I can't give you a one-and-only kind of relationship. I won't marry and I can't have kids. In short, I can't give you the happily-ever-after storybook romance that I know you want out of life. What I can give you is my body, my attention, my love, and my undying devotion and loyalty," she said. "If you can accept that, I think we'll be together for a long time."

"How could I ask for anything more?" I signed, with a tear in my eye and a smile on my face. "Just remember, no matter what happens, I'll always love you Kysa."

"I know you do, Kent. That's why I want to be with you, right here, right now. I promise."

Kysa then did the strangest thing I've ever seen in my life. As I laid on my side toward her in bed, she cradled down beside my crotch and took my soft cock in her mouth. Startled, I thought she was going to give me another blowjob. But she soon fell asleep... with my cock in her mouth! I awakened her to ask what she was doing and she explained that sucked her thumb as a little girl and having a cock in her mouth made her feel so good, so protected, so 'right.'

I didn't argue with that feeling; we drifted off to sleep in each others' arms. One day down; a lifetime to go.



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