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Kysa's Story Page is at
http://www.concentric.net/~variance/kytext.html

Email:  kysa@anova.org


Kysa Braswell






The Courtship of Kysa  (M,F, cheating, cum-slut)

by Hank 

    

Some people would say that I've let things get too far out of hand. I
guess they would be right if I were a different kind of man. That is,
if I didn't know that's the way my marriage to Kysa was going to be
right from the start. But I did, or at least I anticipated it would be
VERY similar to the arrangement we are currently living with! 

Let me clarify. Kysa is the first woman I've known who knows about ALL
of my fantasies. We first were introduced to one another via a web
site she was hosting. Her site was dedicated to her lust for men, in
particular well-hung black men. Many men, like me, gravitated to her
page as individuals who aren't threatened by their mates having sexual
intercourse with others. In fact, we're TURNED ON by the fact that our
mate (or mate-to-be) has unprotected intercourse and runs the risk of
pregnancy from the fertile sperm that is deposited within the womb of
our loved ones. We are, and in particular, I am, a self-proclaimed, a
whole-hearted cuckold. Now at 40 years of age, I know this is the kind
of man I was meant to be. 

In my previous marriages, my ex-wives each cheated on me. While I
suspected and pretty well knew this, I wouldn't admit that their
behavior excited me. I had no conclusive proof of suspicions, but I
masturbated to the notion that it could be true. I dared not confront
the situation head-on for fear that either of them would leave. As it
turned out they both left and I was left with a rich fantasy life, but
no woman to share my thoughts or fantasies with.

I wrote several stories for Kysa's web page around my past life as
well as the life I would like to be living. I learned from Kysa that
she wanted to be married to a white guy but she VERY much intended to
fuck numerous black men after she was married to the right guy. She
even intended to have babies by her lovers and NOT her husband! Her
openness was a blessing and it was easy to tell her of my fantasies. I
no longer feared the ridicule that a lover could bestow upon her mate,
but rather found myself welcoming that kind of humiliation! 

I had in the past imagined that my ex-wives would get pregnant by
their lovers, but I never imagined it being more than accidental; an
accident that I would probably not know about. To admit openly to Kysa
that I would be willing to let this to happen and that I would be
willing to let her children be raised as mine, even though everyone
would obviously know that I was not the father, was something that I
was VERY open to doing. Kysa was like a Godsend and I imagined myself
conspiring to make her fantasies a reality! 

I masturbated every time I wrote a story with Kysa in mind! Kysa
posted and sent me a few photos of herself. I couldn't believe that
such a gorgeous woman might be interested in me, especially given that
she was half my age! Our similar interests and fantasies were uncanny.
Each night before I slept, I jacked-off to her photos and the image
that she might at that moment be getting fucked by a well-endowed cock
that was leaving its fertile seed in her cunt. 

The fact that Kysa was deaf presented no difficulty in my pursuit of
her whatsoever. The fact that Kysa was deaf presented no difficulty in
me pursuing an interest in Kysa whatsoever. What attracted me to Kysa
was her openness, candidness and ability to communicate so openly in
other ways. Even if I suspected that Kysa and I wouldn't fuck much, I
knew that her pussy would be VERY satisfied by my tongue and the cock
of her other lovers, while my cock would be satisfied by her loving
blowjobs and my own hand! She admitted to a cum fetish that keeps her
sucking cock just for the thrill of swallowing a man's load.

I'm sure Kysa was quite unsure about meeting me and indeed it took
several months before she would truly entertain the idea. Leslie, her
roommate, had tended to be overprotective and 'screen' her dates. Her
mom was the same way, going out of her way to protect her daughter. I
communicated via E-Mail with her and tried to gain her confidence that
I was truly genuine in my intentions to be with her. Kysa finally
allowed me to travel to Kansas City so that we could meet in person
but promised nothing more. 

One thing I learned more than anything else was that Kysa had less of
a hang-up about our age difference than I did. She believed that, 

"Age is in your brain, as long as you're not hung up on looks ... Some
people who are in their 20's live like they're retiring in 5 years!
And people who are in there 60's who are open to wonder and novelty,
find the world a fun place." 

I think I was more nervous to get the opportunity to meet Kysa than
she was of me. For my part, it was a fear of rejection. In Kysa's
case, I'm sure it was more on the side of caution that I might be more
of a pervert than I had presented myself. However, I boldly asked Kysa
to meet me wearing a VERY short dress. For several nights after she
agreed to meet me, my tongue salivated at the opportunity to go down
between her sweet thighs.

I booked a flight to Kansas City to coincide with a weekend. I planned
to stay four nights even knowing that my time with Kysa might only
last an hour. I was feeling confident that once Kysa had met me in
person she could ascertain that I was indeed as real as when we
chatted via E-Mail. Kysa had suggested a restaurant where we could
meet for lunch on Friday and from there I determined that the Embassy
Suites seemed close enough on West 43rd Street. Secretly, I had hoped
to lure her to my room during my stay and wanted to make it as close
to where she lived as I could and as elegant! The only problem was
that I had no real idea short of the location of the restaurant where
she actually lived!

On Friday I arrived at the restaurant 30 minutes prior to our
scheduled meeting. One would think that I was trying to impress Kysa
by being so punctual, but the real reason was that I wanted to have
the opportunity to ogle her as she approached the table. I indicated
to the hostess that there would be a guest joining me and found a
table that offered both views outside the establishment as well as one
towards the door. I closely watched every car pull up to the
restaurant with great anticipation to the moment at hand. 

Finally, I spotted as a very attractive brunette exit the passenger
side of a car followed by another woman with dirty blonde hair from
the driver's side. Both were quite young in their appearance, but the
brunette immediately got my attention. She wore a VERY short loose,
black skirt that left her legs exposed 12 inches above her knees and a
tight fitting white halter blouse that was tied in the front exposing
her midriff and unbuttoned daringly low in the front. My palms sweated
as I realized that she was Kysa! I assumed from my chats that the
other girl with her must be Leslie, her roommate. My mouth grew dry as
I watched the two approach, drinking in Kysa's ever increasing beauty.
My cock twitched in excitement as I realized that Kysa was definitely
the dark redhead she had proclaimed to be. The photos that Kysa had
sent me didn't do her justice - she has a stunning presence in person!

My heart skipped a beat as Leslie and Kysa were being escorted to the
table. All the words and introductions I had mentally prepared for
this moment suddenly flew out of my head as I was bewitched by Kysa. I
stood and nervously introduced myself to each, never taking my eyes
off of Kysa's warm brown intoxicating eyes. Certainly I had ogled her
on the way in, but now she cast a captivating smile that had me
transfixed. Before I realized it, Leslie was tugging at Kysa and
asking me to sit down. I felt as if I had already blown the date
before it had even begun. We finally sat in the booth table with
Leslie to one side of me and Kysa the other, only closer. We chatted
small talk for several minutes about my trip, the weather, etc., with
Leslie acting as an interpreter to every thing I was saying to Kysa. I
had studied how to sign, but I felt as if it would be inappropriate to
try to fumble through lunch this way when Leslie was doing the signing
for me. The one thing I did make a point of was always speaking to
Kysa directly so that she could see my lips. I know it was rude to not
be speaking to Leslie, but I had come so far to see Kysa and I had no
idea if I'd get to see her again!

As I expected, Kysa later ordered a filet mignon for her meal. Only
when Kysa broke her gaze from my eyes was I able to dip them and view
the magnificence of her nearly exposed breasts. My face blushed bright
red when I realized that Kysa had caught me staring and simply smiled.
Despite Kysa's claims that her speech tended to be slurred, I was
amazed at how well she did enunciate her words. As we began our lunch,
Leslie explained that she was with Kysa to protect her, and that she
had (with Kysa's mom's permission) put Kysa in her place a few times
when she got out of hand or disobeyed either of them. Their fear
revolved around Kysa being taken advantage of, especially sexually,
since Kysa has to have a man at times. She then informed me that she
had been privy to my e-mails and that she had read the stories I had
written for Kysa's web page. Now I had no choice but to turn my
attention in Leslie's direction.

"They are extremely revealing for a man! I'm quite disturbed that Kysa
has agreed to meet a man who openly admits to being such a cuckold,
but you do have a way of making that trait somewhat charming. I
especially liked the story that you wrote for Kysa that involved her
mother finding out about you. I can just imagine her mother's rage
when she REALLY does find out about you, IF you make it through this
afternoon! Kysa's mom, Rita, is not above pulling Kysa into her room
and spanking her just like she did when she was a little girl. I know
because I've been at their house when it's happened. And trust me,
Rita spanks her really hard."

I could feel Kysa observing my reactions to her roommates demeaning
comments, but I kept my cool. After all, that was exactly why I was
here to see Kysa; to confirm to her that indeed I was the kind of man
she was looking to spend her life with! Suddenly, I felt Kysa's hand
touch my inner thigh and slide slowly up towards my crotch. Know I
felt that perhaps I was winning Kysa's support! Kysa's hand encircled
my limp but growing cock through my pants. As discreetly as possible,
I let my hand fall to her leg and noted that Kysa instantly opened her
thighs to accommodate my exploring fingers. My cock grew more as my
fingers explored higher.

Leslie didn't let anything go unnoticed. 

"As you know already Hank, Kysa is quite fixated on men's cocks. In
your e-mails you wrote that you were about six inches in length. Now
comes the moment of truth! Reach down and unzip your pants and let
Kysa find out just how big you really are. Don't get the impression
though that you've passed your initial inspection though! We're just
trying to determine how honest you've been with Kysa so far!"

I did as Leslie directed me to. Kysa's hand quickly and deftly found
its way below my underwear. As she did so, the tip of my index finger
found Kysa's crotch. I was astonished to realize that she wore no
underwear as I quickly slid my hand deeper between her thighs. I began
stroking Kysa's cunt as she encircled my rising cock in her tiny
hands. Kysa was very moist as I let my fingers slowly run along her
labia. For my part, I began to seep pre-cum at Kysa's delicate but
firm touch. I turned and stared into Kysa's eyes again and
deliberately dropped my gaze to watch her breasts as the air in her
chest rose and fell. When I raised my head she again had a broad smile
on her face. Both my fingers in the warmth of Kysa's pussy and my cock
rejoiced at the exhibitionist behavior of lust that I was enjoying! I
watched as Kysa's gaze shifted to Leslie and she offered a discreet
wink to her. No sooner than the wink had been exchanged did Leslie
break the silence of lust that Kysa and I were sharing.

"Apparently, Kysa agrees that you've at least been honest to this
point! Now, before you get too excited and cum all over your pants,
we're gonna have to excuse ourselves from this lunch. You see, Kysa
has a date later, and we have a lot to talk about amongst ourselves.
I'm still not sure if you'll be right for Kysa, but I'm quite certain
she'll try to convince me otherwise. For now, perhaps you need to go
back to your room and relieve yourself. I had Kysa post you a couple
of pictures in your e-mail to keep you occupied. We'll contact you via
e-mail if she can meet you again! I wouldn't get my hopes up. But Kysa
can be very persuasive at times!"

Before I knew it I realized that my 'date' was ending. Leslie reached
out for Kysa arm, but Kysa resisted. Instead she looked into my face
and moved closer to kiss me. I responded and dove into her lips with
the lust of desire and need! Kysa still had her hand on my cock and
one of my fingers had managed to penetrate Kysa's cuntal passage while
my thumb stroked her clit causing her to gyrate in her seat. I
explored the depths of her vagina as my tongue penetrated her open
mouth. Leslie gave us a brief moment to lust for one another but soon
became impatient and pulled us apart. I quickly zipped my pants and
followed them out of the restaurant, throwing my credit card to the
hostess as I hastily followed.

I caught up with Kysa as Leslie as they were about to enter the car. I
think I somewhat surprised Kysa as I tapped her on the shoulder. She
turned and smiled broadly to see me standing there. Without hesitation
I moved closer, embraced her and kissed her deeply. My still erect
cock pushed into her belly as I drew her closer with no resistance. I
let my hands roam the small of her back and the caressed her supple
but firm ass. Kysa responded passionately to my desires and too
reached around and cupped my ass as she pulled me tighter against her.
The incident occurred quicker than Leslie could respond. Kysa and I
entered our own lustful world just for a few moments before I felt
Leslie tugging at me to pull me away from Kysa.

"I said, we'll e-mail you later! All you're doing is making sure that
her date gets to feel Kysa's lust even more later when she takes HIM
to bed! Now quit making such a scene and get out of here. We'll get
back with you later!"

I knew that I had not made points with Leslie at that moment, but she
was not the woman I was trying to impress! Kysa's actions spoke what I
wanted and longed to hear from her. Kysa gave me a pouting look of
lust and encouraged me gracefully to leave. Her words were spoken
quietly as she readied to enter the car with Leslie returning to the
driver's side.

"Keep you're e-mail open all day. I really enjoyed being with you!
You're exactly what I've been looking for in a man! I'll find a way to
convince Leslie to let me see you again. Perhaps tonight we can get
together in a more private setting!"

Those words of encouragement shot through me like a jolt of
electricity. That and the fact that Kysa reached out and cupped my
cock in her hands while Leslie was distracted by her seatbelt! I
stared down and took in one final TOTAL view of Kysa's fantastic body
before raising my eyes to contact her sparkling eyes. I knew then that
I had met the woman of my dreams and that I had conveyed my sincerity
as best I could. I also knew that I would get to see a lot more of
Kysa in the future, come hell or high water!

I finally wound back up at my room. I reflected on my 'date', as I lay
on the bed anxious to read my e-mail. I immediately got hard again as
I spotted the pictures that Kysa had posted to me earlier. One was a
perfect photo of Kysa dressed in the same outfit as the one she wore
to the restaurant. It was a perfect capture of her smile, her long
legs and the bursting cleavage the spilled out of her tied halter top.
The other was a photo of Kysa lying on her stomach nude on a bed. She
turned her face to look up at the camera positioned behind her at the
foot of the bed. Kysa's legs were slightly spread but offered only
teasing glance up towards her bare cunt. The cheeks of her ass showed
the magnificence of the firmness of youth as they formed a slight
crease where they joined the back of her supple thighs. Even though my
focus was initially on Kysa's nude body, I felt myself again drawn to
Kysa's hypnotizing eyes. It was as if Kysa were looking into my soul
with those sparkling orbs.

It didn't take much for me to feel the need to relieve my cock as I
concentrated on Kysa's image and the kiss I still felt on my lips from
earlier. My tongue salivated to be sliding up the thighs in the
picture remembering, the wetness that my fingers had stirred up in
Kysa's cunt at lunch! My cock exploded only after a few moments of my
touch imaging that it was Kysa masturbating me! There was cum
everywhere, all over my cockshaft, dripping from my hand and balls.
What a mess. I know, though, if Kysa were here she'd clean me up
properly. 

It was tedious to say the least to wait in my hotel room throughout
the day with the e-mail open. I suddenly heard my computer signal me
that I had a new message. I immediately opened it to find that Kysa
was sending me a message.

"I was glad to have met you today! You have very attractive blue eyes!
And your mustache tickles when you kiss me, but I like the way you
touch me so softly! I felt as if you were staring into my heart, not
that I minded though! I'll work on Leslie to let me see you again, but
as you know I have to get ready for my date! Try to be around about
10:00p tonight and I'll try to e-mail you again. MAYBE I can find a
way to sneak out and see you, but I won't try if you don't respond to
my e-mail then. In the meantime, here's another picture that Leslie
doesn't know I'm sending you. Don't wear yourself out too much!"

Kysa's picture this time was of her rolled over on her back with the
photographer again at the foot of the bed. This time Kysa had her legs
spread as she smiled towards the camera. Her enormous 34DD breasts
were tipped with stiff, erect nipples that invited to be suckled by my
tongue. Kysa's open thighs also beckoned me to dive down to devour her
sweetness. Kysa's pubic hair was incredible in that it was neatly
trimmed and very dark red. I couldn't help but masturbate yet again
and spill my cum into my hand as I imagined myself there on the bed
with Kysa. Her body just begs to be filled with a cock, and preferably
MY cock. I know she doesn't mind taking cum inside her. She had said
before that she gets very wet during sex, but I wonder how slippery
her sweet cunt is after it's full of cum?

It was difficult to get Kysa off my mind throughout the day and
evening. Worse still, I kept imagining Kysa in bed nearly the whole
time being fucked repeatedly by one of her boyfriends. She had told me
about one in particular, Gordon who just lusted after the blowjobs she
gave and never let her go home until he had at least fucked her cunt
twice. Kysa had remarked that she always submitted to his wishes
because she craved being filled by Gordon's massive [black] cock.
Could that be the date she was with? If so, I might not get to see or
hear from her tonight. As excited as I was, I tried to temper myself
from exhausting my cock, given I was so close to Kysa. By the same
token, my cock would not go flaccid because of the stimulation Kysa
had pent up in me. I was just about to give up on seeing Kysa that
evening when my PC signaled an incoming e-mail. Thank God it was from
Kysa!

"If you're there and you'd like to see me tonight, then all you need
do is respond to this e-mail. I'd like to come by your hotel and we'll
see what happens." I responded to Kysa as fast as my fingers could
type.

"I would ABSOLUTELY love to see you, if only for a moment! I'll be
waiting in the lobby so that I can escort you to my room."

All of a sudden I became nervous as a cat, bouncing around the room
trying to make it look presentable as well as myself. Thank goodness
this suite was like a small apartment; it afforded me ample locations
to put things out of sight. I went down to the lobby and waited for
Kysa to appear.

At nearly 11:15p Kysa strode into the lobby. My jaw dropped at the
sight of her. Kysa's mane of reddish brown hair was fluffed and
bounced with every step, but what really got my attention was what she
was wearing! Kysa had on a VERY short white body-hugging dress. But
what really got my attention, as well as every man in the lobby at the
time was the upper half of the dress. It was open from the waist up
starting from about four inches wide at the belly button to over 9
inches just barely above Kysa's ample breasts. What held it together
was a lacing of spaghetti string that cris-crossed every inch or so
upward. The dress only extended down below her waist to several inches
below her crotch. To accentuate her dress, Kysa wore a pair of
stiletto red heels that encased her feet donned with a frilly pair of
lace ankle socks. I mean to tell you that Kysa sizzled! Takes a brave
girl to wear something like that, because it's bound to draw looks.

Kysa knew that she had my attention by the sly look on her face. She
also knew from our chats that I'd be putty in her hands seeing her
something as revealing as this in public. She also knew that she had
raised every cock there to attention. Kysa came towards me and gave me
a very exhibitionistic kiss as she asked me to lead the way to my
room. It was as if I was leading the way for my hooker to go to my
room. I'm sure every man there was jealous as hell when we entered the
elevator!

I stared at her image in the mirrored elevator and reached around to
attempt to steal a kiss. Kysa boldly grabbed me and pulled me to her,
forcing her tongue into my mouth as her body molded itself to me. My
arms encircled her as my hands sought out her firm but pliable ass. I
pushed into her at the crotch, as my cock had become instantly hard.
My tongue roamed the inside her mouth tasting a salty taste that I was
certain was cum, given Kysa's reputation for blowjobs! Nonetheless,
this was EXACTLY the Kysa I came to find! Suspecting that I was
tasting cum, I became more insistent and passionate. My hands roamed
Kysa's ass as I pulled the material of the back of her dress higher to
expose her bare flesh. In the mirror I watched as inch by inch the
dress crept higher. This evening I noticed Kysa had worn a pair of red
thong panties.

Kysa responded to my passion by grinding her crotch against mine and
raising a leg to catch behind my calf. Even when the elevator came to
a stop, Kysa and I didn't break our embrace. Two gentlemen waiting to
board opted not to, as I leaned over to press another floor. Kysa and
I eventually carried our passion to my room. I reached down and
carried her as if she were a bride being carried across the threshold.
I anxiously carried Kysa to the king-sized bed and we tumbled into
another passionate embrace. Kysa whispered into my ear as I was
nuzzled into her neck and stroking the contours of her voluptuous
body.

"Do you like the taste of cum in my mouth? Do I look like the slut you
want me to be? Every man downstairs thinks I'm your whore for the
night. Do you like knowing every man thinks I'm an easy slut? I like
dressing up like this to come to you after I've got a mouthful of
cum!"

Now I could tell that Kysa wanted to play mind games. Kysa's taunting
word games had been a part of what attracted me to her! I had often
masturbated to the words Kysa had written me about her slutty behavior
and her absolute hunger for more and more cocks especially long, thick
BLACK cocks! I raised up above Kysa to stare into her incredible eyes.

"Yes. Yes! I breathed in a low sincere tone. I like tasting cum in
your mouth. I love the way you dress like a slut. I want everyone to
know that you're a slut. And after I convince you to marry me, I'll
STILL want you to act and fuck like a slut!"

"That's what I wanted you to say! Do you want to hear about my date?
Do you want to know why the taste was so fresh in my mouth?"

"Yes", I replied, sheepishly lowering my gaze to intentionally stare
down at the length of Kysa's body. My hands now moved to the opening
where the spaghetti straps ended so that I could cup one breast in my
hand. I kneaded Kysa's hot flesh with desire. Jesus, I still can't
believe her nipples. They're huge in my hand, her areola is wider than
three of my fingers across. And the nips themselves just stand out
like the end of your pinky finger. Incredible.

"Help me up. Let me take this dress off. You always said you wanted to
see me strip, now you're gonna get your wish."

I raised back to help Kysa off the bed pulling her to me and again
passionately kissing her as she rolled into my arms. My one hand still
firmly grasping and kneading her right breast and occasionally
pinching her nipple. Kysa broke the kiss and pushed me back onto the
bed. I lay back and watched her pirouette to insure that I took in the
full view of her body.

"Do I turn you on Hank? Could you be married to a woman like me? It
wouldn't hurt you to know that I'd be with other men a lot?" Kysa
taunted in a sultry voice.

Kysa knew my answer!

"Undo your pants and take off your clothes before I undress. I want to
see how you respond to me," Kysa said softly and innocently.

I undressed hurriedly. I'm sure I looked like a schoolboy desperate to
get his first fuck. I trembled with a long awaited anticipation of
this moment! When I had undressed completely, I lay back a stared up
at Kysa waiting for her to begin undressing.

"Take your cock in your hand and start masturbating for me. But don't
let yourself cum! That'll spoil everything and I'll have to leave! I
want to taste you!"

I cautiously heeded Kysa's words of warning and reached down to handle
my cock slowly. It was already rigid!

"I knew you'd like this dress. I wore it on my date with you in mind!
My boyfriend wanted to know what was up, so I told him that I was
gonna meet the man I might marry after our date. That really pissed
him off, so much so that he busted my ass good by fucking me for
almost two hours thinking I'd be exhausted before coming to you. His
ego is almost as big as his cock, but he got over it after while."

I blushed that Kysa was thinking the same thoughts that were going
through my head. My fingers trembled as I lay back and grasped my cock
while staring in her direction. I stared intently at Kysa, drinking in
her image as my cock slowly started to caress my shaft. Pre-cum had
already begun to leak from my cock in desire of Kysa.

"Are you ready to see me nude in person Hank? Have you been
fantasizing about this? Do you want me to take my clothes off for you
or for another man while you watch?"

"Oh yes, please take your dress off. I want to see you the way other
men get to see you!"

I reached my free hand over to stroke up and down Kysa's outer thigh
at first and then inner thigh. Kysa didn't resist but soon stepped
back and pushed the top of her dress of her shoulder. Her eyes stared
directly into mine watching there every shift. My eyes yearned to see
every inch of Kysa's flesh! My cock stiffed more as Kysa wriggled the
dress sexily past the curves of her sexy hips. I watched as her belly
button first and then the tan lines of her swimsuit became exposed.
Kysa's exposed hips revealed a matured girl's body that would soon be
wider when she became pregnant with another man' child. Kysa soon had
the dress past her hips and bunched it together before pushing it
below her tiny red panties that began to show ever so slowly. Kysa
didn't need to look down at her body to see how much was being
revealed; my eyes told her everything she needed to know!

"Are you enjoying this?" Kysa asked in her sultry voice.

"Yes!" I emphatically replied.

Before revealing anymore below, Kysa reached up and grasped her
breasts and massaged them slowly but firmly. Her red nipples were like
stiff erasers. The brownish areola seemed to stretch as her breasts
swelled with excitement. I could tell that Kysa too was getting hot
with excitement as this game progressed. Not even in my imagination
did I believe I would get this excited just to be near Kysa. Knowing
that I was a voyeur at the moment, my mind raced as I imagined Kysa
performing like this in front of another man. My cock jumped in my
hand at the thought! Kysa cupped a breast and offered it in her hand
to my tongue from the distance. My tongue instinctively escaped my
mouth and encircled my lips. Kysa broke into a genuine smile of
understanding. She knew that having men suckle her breasts was another
duty she performed for her immense sexuality.

Kysa dropped her hands back to the dress and she slowly pushed it
farther down. The tiny red thong panties came more into view. Only a
sparse tuft of pubic hair escaped the tiny panties. Kysa made a point
of keeping her panties in place as she let the dress fall to the
floor.

"Do you want me to take these off or do you want the honors? Kysa
asked with a broad smile.

There was no way I could let Kysa stay so far away anymore!

"Come here!" I implored as I extended my arm out.

Kysa slowly moved towards the bed allowing catching her leg in my
outstretched hand. This time I ran my hand up the outside of her thigh
to her girlish hips and to the back to caress her exposed ass. I
cupped Kysa's ass and moved my hand to the small of her back pulling
her yet closer to the bed. Kysa didn't resist, but when I looked up
her gaze was fixed on my cock in my hand. I proudly made my shaft
stand straight up between my thumb and index finger as I attempted to
bend Kysa toward the bed. My mind couldn't choose whether to have my
mouth attack Kysa's panty cover pussy or her fabulous exposed breasts.
The angle that Kysa bent over in made my decision for me!

My mouth sucked in Kysa's right tit! Kysa pushed down to let me suck
in as much as she could. With her left hand she encircled my head. But
Kysa's attention was elsewhere. I could feel her head shift and her
right hand extended to join mine at my cock. I suckled on first Kysa's
right tit and then her left. My right hand though, explored Kysa's
backside reveling at the bare flesh of her ass. My fingers dove for
the cleft of her ass cheeks and followed the thong down towards her
cunt. Kysa became more conscious of where my fingers were going and
wriggled away.

"Are you sure you want this? You remember I was on a date earlier? And
I've told you before how I am on my date's before! I'm pretty full
down there from a while ago." Kysa said as if she was unsure now of
how I'd react.

Kysa and I had indeed chatted in the past about how her dates often
went. Kysa ALWAYS sucked a guy's cock when she went out with him! She
was so fascinated with a man's cock that she HAD to see it and taste
it. Once she had quenched her immediate thirst, if he was big enough,
Kysa was powerless to let him fuck her with it until his balls were
empty of his cum. Kysa had suggested that perhaps she become this way
because she led such a sheltered life and didn't date a lot earlier in
her life. She fucked to compensate for the lack of normal
communication that occurred between other people. But even now with
her mother and Leslie screening her lovers and potential boyfriends,
Kysa with her more mature body and large, womanly breasts, couldn't
resist the feel of a man's cock; especially a massive tool! Any man
that got the opportunity to be in a 'private' setting with her got to
enjoy her hot flesh. The lucky, well-endowed men had the privilege of
entering her most hallowed sanctuary!

"I want you no matter what!" I spoke sincerely.

Only then did Kysa reach for my hand and place the elastic of her
panties between my thumb and forefinger. This time I moved both hands
to Kysa's hips and took each side of her thong strings to slide down.
My tongue salivated as I slid the garment farther down exposing Kysa's
trim pubic hairs. My desire mounted even more as the panties loosened
from the apex of her crotch. I slid them down but stared in absolute
awe of Kysa's pussy! Kysa let them fall and then lifted one heel to
raise them to her hand. When she did that, my eyes feasted upon her
labia that beckoned a tongue wash. Kysa held the panties for a moment
allowing me to pay homage to her cunt before handing the panties to me
and speaking.

"Look at the crotch of my panties. This is your chance, are you sure
you want me like this? He came a lot." Kysa again asked guardedly.

Not because I questioned or even had any hesitation about what I
wanted, but rather because I was inquisitive, I opened the panties and
saw the mass of cum that had soaked in them. The visual sight was
extremely arousing to me, but I didn't want to do more than just take
in the view and etch it in my brain. I already suspected that Kysa had
been fucked this evening. The visible evidence merely charged my
libido even more. I immediately turned to Kysa and aimed my head
towards her crotch as she stood at the side of the bed. My right arm
slid to the small of her back as I pulled her pussy closer to me
still. I inhaled the glorious smell of her still damp crotch as my
lips and tongue nibbled at the pubic hair that led to her recently
fucked hole. Kysa rightly took my actions as acceptance to whatever
fate awaited me at that moment. My passion built as I neared the vee
of her crotch. Kysa spread her legs slightly to my impatient mouth.

My tongue darted out at the slightly open thighs and I feverishly
licked at her inner thighs. My hand fell lower so that it was on her
ass and I pushed her crotch into my searching tongue. I could feel
Kysa weakening in the knees as I continued my assault at her cunt. I
wanted desperately to get my tongue to her vaginal opening, but this
position, though erotic, was very difficult to maneuver in. I tried to
move Kysa to the bed so that my face would have a better angle to work
from. My original intent was to ignore my cock's needs and simply find
a way to lap Kysa's delicious opening. Kysa on the other hand was
still focused on the object of her desire. In the flash of an eye Kysa
and I were entwined in a blissful 69 position; she on top and bent at
the waist with her legs straddling my face as her mouth sought my
rigid cock.

When Kysa fell on top of me in this position, the world of her cunt
opened up to me. My tongue slithered up to her puffy red vagina and
darted and licked at the labia savoring her new and delicious taste.
Even though I knew I was licking where another man's cock had been
pounding earlier, I could definitely taste Kysa's distinctive and
intriguing flavor. There was a delicate sweetness to her heated cunt
mixed in with the slippery aftertaste of her earlier lover. Yet
another thing that made me fall deeper in lust with this woman! My
cock was on fire with lust by this sensation as well as the sensation
of Kysa's mouth as it engulfed my stiff dick. I could tell this girl
just loved cock. Her mouth was heaven.

Kysa alternated licking up and down my shaft with swallowing it nearly
to the root as she rotated her mouth on the way down and back again.
When my cock was being swallowed, Kysa kept her jaw and tongue so that
there was a constant even pressure all along the entire length of my
member. Her lips sought the sensitive vein at the back of my cock
repeatedly, bathing me with immense pleasure. Kysa kept one hand at
the base of my cock and when she pulled my cock slowly but steadily
out of her firm repository, she slid her hand up the shaft along the
length of the fleshy stalk riding the silkiness of her saliva.

I endured the tremendous pleasure of Kysa's skilled oral ministrations
only because I was intent on giving her more pleasure than I was
receiving! Kysa ground her cunt at my invading tongue and lips that
savored the honey seeping from her vagina. She was right; there was a
lot of cum inside her. The more she ground the deeper I tried to get
inside her. Only when the pleasure of Kysa's tongue was too great
would I momentarily pause. Then I worked my fingers around her labia,
tugging and pulling them gently apart to afford me a view into her
inner depths. My thumb rotated softly but firmly at her clitoris slick
with the juices of her lovers and my tongue. At times I could feel
Kysa pause and shudder as well to the workout of my tongue and
fingers. My earlier self-inflicted hand jobs served me well to stave
off a mounting climax while Kysa worked her magic on me. As Kysa
approached her orgasm, I stabbed deep into her cunt and dragged my
tongue out and swirled around her exposed and enlarged clitoris.
Feeling that Kysa was content with keeping her crotch wide open to my
gaze and my probing tongue, I reached between our bodies with both
hands as my face dove into her saturated gaping cunt. My hands grasped
each breast and I tweaked at the nipples and kneaded her mounds of
flesh alternately. 

Kysa's nipples must have triggered the first in a series of shallow
orgasms. Knowing how close Kysa was to her 'big one'; I lowered my
head below the apex of her crotch and swallowed her clit in between my
teeth and circled my raspy tongue all around it. At the same time I
drove my nose into the slick opening of her vagina and pounded into it
as if I had a small cock. The combined sensations that Kysa was
enduring and the involuntary humping that my cock had begun brought
Kysa over the edge. I could feel Kysa tense with pleasure as the waves
of an orgasm washed through her body. Kysa's grinding of her cunt
intensified the harder she came. Her juices flooded my mouth as I
tried to guide the delicious flavors into my throat.

For my part, I was nearly spent of willpower to resist coming in
Kysa's succulent mouth. Now I concentrated solely on delivering my cum
to the back of Kysa's throat. My hips lunged up at Kysa's never tiring
mouth. My hands continued to knead and squeeze at Kysa's tits and my
face wallowed in her crotch, as I only wanted to accomplish one more
task this evening. I fixated on the beautiful creature with which I
lusted for more now more than anyone I could remember. I was intent on
delivering my seed into her anxious mouth and bathing her tonsils,
just as I was certain her earlier lover had with equal determination
blasted his seed into her youthful and very receptive cunt to splash
against her cervix! Just imagining Kysa with her lover only hours
before I blasted the remaining cum that had boiled in my balls! My
hips lurched spasmodically upwards towards the hot moist cavern of
that Kysa sucked me into as my cock spew several large and intense
loads of cum eagerly into that tender mouth. I could hear her noisily
slurp every drop of cum that I could deliver! My body jerked as each
jet of cum blasted out to meet the insistent tongue at the tip of my
cock.

As we each settled down, I again went back to my labor of love in
gently and passionately kissing Kysa's crotch with a tired tongue. I
instinctively knew that Kysa would not be staying the night and that
this was all of the sex we would partake of on this occasion. But just
as I was enjoying the delicious taste of Kysa, so too was she of me.
It was if neither of us wanted this feeling or passion to end! Soon
Kysa and I both retreated into one another's arms, neither speaking
for the moment as we held the other. Neither of us seemed
uncomfortable and in need of cleaning up as we each basked in the
afterglow of the past forty minutes or so. Indeed I was elated by the
opportunity to physically experience this moment with her and to be
able to express to her the tenderness that I felt. I wanted to reach
over to Kysa and tell her how wonderful I thought our moment was, but
I refrained, trusting that the smile plastered across my face would
speak the words for me.

"Hank, you truly don't mind me being with other men, right? Please be
honest."

"Kysa, you know I don't mind at all. It actually excites me very much.
You be amazed at the thoughts that have run through my mind tonight
about where you were and what you were doing before seeing me."

"That's good. I'm truly glad to hear that. I knew it wouldn't be easy
finding a man who would understand, especially one that I'd want to
marry. But I need you to understand clearly that I can't be satisfied
sexually with a man your size. Oh, I'll enjoy sex with you. But you
just don't have the equipment, so to speak, to pleasure a woman like a
real man can. And knowing this, I want you to  know I couldn't have
your babies, either."

"I know, Kysa, I know! You don't have to explain. We've talked about
this before, remember?"

"Yes, I know, but it can be overstated, especially if we get married.
Because I only intend to marry ONCE in my life. That's to the man I
love and with whom share's my soul. But when we make love, it will be
like tonight more often than not. You'll be tasting another man's cum
in my mouth, and you'll be fucking a cum-filled pussy. I do my kegle
exercises, so feeling your smaller size is never a problem. But
understand that some of the guys I've been with, especially the black
ones, are extremely well-endowed. They will leave me stretched for a
day or two, and often sore, too."

"I understand that, too. You have no idea how much that thought turns
me on, Kysa! Not to mention what you're able to do with me even AFTER
you've been with those guys. I've been hard and have cum twice already
today!"

"My goodness, you have? WOW! Then you DO shoot a lot, don't you? I
mean I love your big balls, but you filled my mouth up, and I
swallowed several times not to spill any of your precious seed out of
my mouth, Hank. I'm impressed. Some guys have called me a cum slut,
but I just love the taste and the feel of it's slipperiness in my
mouth and throat. Precum is the perfect appetizer, if you ask me!"

"Then you can have all mine for as long as you want."

"I will then. What a dream - a man who can keep my mouth full of cum
morning and night! Trust me, I will have you! Now lay back, mister, I
want your mouth on my nipples!"


To be continued.

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