6 comments/ 28253 views/ 2 favorites Online to KaSandra Ch. 01 By: bluefox07 EDITED BY: Miriam Belle CREATIVE CONSULTANT: Simply_Cyn Author's Note: "All the best to KaSandra Jackson, who showed me the time of my life..." * We had been having phone sex for over a month when Kasandra suggested that we meet. This was a surprise to me for a few reasons, the most important being that we lived such a long distance from each other. She lived in Portland, OR and was living in Sacramento, CA at the time. Only pre-paid phone cards had allowed us to engage in our sexually charged phone conversations. I didn't have a lot of money to spare as living in Sacramento could get very expensive, a good example being my one bedroom apartment costing $511.00 a month. And this was the cheapest available without setting up in a place beyond Thunderdome. Also, we didn't really know each other all that well. I knew her name, and I knew what she looked like. From her pictures, I knew she was about 5' 11", jet-black shoulder-length hair, almost obsidian eyes and a mocha complexion. Her African heritage had also graced her with unbelievably full pouting lips. She wasn't exactly thin, and she wasn't really fat. She was in that perfect midrange that allowed for smooth, fluid curves over her entire body and a full shape. Her breasts were large at 38 DD and looking at the various pictures I had of her, they had a lot of bounce. Most importantly, I was very white and she had said a few times that she was nervous about white men. It wasn't so much that she feared me, but that people biased by racial bullshit wouldn't understand and make life difficult. I understood that, because the world we live in is still stuck in the 1800's in some important ways. But I didn't really care. I was 6 even, 210 lbs, muscular build (little love handles developing from too much beer in college, but still in good shape), blue eyes and blonde hair (though I had shaved my head at this point, more out of paranoia about thinning on top than anything). If a big, bald white guy and a sexy black girl together wasn't a statement of racial tolerance, then I didn't know what would be. "I've been thinking a lot about it," Kasandra said as I tried to cook my Hamburger Helper, cradling the phone in the crook of my neck, "and I think it's time to take this a step further." "I'd love to, but I have no way of getting to you. My car relies on gravity on the downgrade to get up over 50," I said, stirring in the sauce and noodles to the meat, "I have to pull a Fred Flintstone going uphill." "I can come to you," she said. "Really?" "Yeah, why not?" she said, "I've got four days off next month, and I could always take a road trip south. I'll need a place to stay though." "I have room here," I smiled to myself. "You're going to sleep on the couch right?" "No," I rolled my eyes, "You are. I love my bed." "Ha Ha," she said flatly, "I was hoping we were going to fuck." "You doubted that?" The plans were set in motion, and when the time came, I faked being sick and took the four days off I needed. I got up that morning, showered and made sure that my pubic hair was trimmed down and shaved. I always shaved my area, ever since high school and left a thin love trail from the base of my cock to my navel. I ran my Mach 3 blade over my scalp, realizing I looked more and more like a cross between Telly Savalas, Mr. Clean and Arnold Vosloo in "The Mummy." But, Kasandra seemed to like the look and it only reinforced me keeping it shiny. Thinking about her being here made my cock swell a little as I put on my deodorant and got dressed. She called me around 10 A.M., saying she was in Mount Shasta, towards the Northern California/ Oregon border and would be in town around 2 or 3 o'clock. "It's raining here," she said miserably. "It's sunny here." "Well whoop-dee shit," she laughed, "You're not the one standing here at the payphone in wet clothes." "Well then get off the phone and get going. Why be wet when you can be dry?" "Well," she said, her voice confidential, "I was feeling kind of wet before I called you." "I'll bet," I said, my mind wondering what her cunt tasted like, what it would feel like to run my tongue over her swollen lips and then slide it in. My cock was starting to strain against my boxers, and I said, 'Hurry up and get here." "You know me," she laughed. "Yeah, the fuckin' Road Warrior. I'll see you soon. Call if anything goes wrong." The afternoon seemed to drag on as I waited for her to arrive. My mind was swirling in thoughts of us together, finally acting out all the scenarios we had talked about over the phone, finally being able to touch each other and explore each other the way we wanted to. I closed my shades and stretched out on the couch, unzipping my fly and pulling my jeans and boxers down. I stroked myself fantasizing about her, imagining touching her tits for the first time, holding her ass in my hands, sliding my cock into her. I masturbated for about ten minutes before I finally came. As I cleaned up, I figured it was better to have my first orgasm of the day out the way. I wanted to last as long as I could with her. It was 1 o'clock, and I lay back down, my erection beginning to fade. She wouldn't be here until at least 2, so I closed my eyes and slept. When I opened them again, the clock on the VCR read 1:45. I looked over and saw Kasandra sitting in my recliner. She wore a yellow flowered sundress, her dark legs crossed as her foot bobbed a little, keeping beat to some song in her head. Her breasts were almost too much for the dress as it strained to cover them, a black bra strap slightly showing over her left shoulder. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she smiled at me. "You're cute when you sleep," she said. I couldn't believe it. She was actually here. "What about when I'm awake?" Kasandra stood up and walked over to the couch, her hips swaying in such a way that it was clear she knew what she was doing. She sat down beside me and put her hands on my chest. Her fingernails were painted red as she ran her hands over me. "Absolutely sexy," she said. "You're just saying that because you want to get laid." She smiled and shrugged, "That's true, but I also mean it." She leaned down and kissed me, her full lips feeling like satin against mine as our tongues snaked out and slid together. I heard a small moan escape her as we kissed. My head spun from the sensation of her long, deep kisses. My hand rested on her thigh for a minute, moved up to her back, pulling her close. She broke our kiss and began suckling on my neck. "I've wanted this for so long," she whispered into my neck and began sucking harder. I knew there'd be a hicky, but I didn't care. "I know what you mean," I said as I closed my eyes, relishing every movement of her mouth. "I can't get you out of my head." We made out on the couch for a while longer, getting to know each other until she finally said, "I have to pee." "There's a showstopper," I laughed, my cock ready to burst out of my pants. "Hey, it's a long drive. Where's your bathroom?" I led her down the hall to the bathroom and once she closed the door, I took her duffle bag into my bedroom. I re-adjusted my throbbing cock and took a deep breath as I heard the toilet flush. There was the sound of running water from the bathroom as I waited for her. I didn't know if she wanted have sex now or later, and I thought asking would be a major mistake, so I sat on the edge of the bed. The bathroom door opened and she peeked around the corner of the bedroom doorframe. "Hi," she said sweetly. "Hi." She sat down beside me and put her hand on my thigh. "Well, here we are." "Here we are," I agreed. "I want to have sex with you," she said, looking at me intently with those obsidian eyes. It was a major turn on for me watching her be so blunt and keeping that intense eye contact. I said, "I want that more than anything." "You're my first white man, you know." "Well, you're not my first black woman," I said as I kissed her neck, "But you are by far the most beautiful... the most sexy..." Kasandra stood up and smiled at me. She grabbed the bottom of her dress and began to pull it up. Her thighs were beautiful and smooth, black lace g-string panties covering her sex. Through the flimsy lace, which was in the shape of a butterfly with purple highlights, I could see she was clean-shaven. Her hips were full and curved, leading me to believe that her figure had been drawn by a horny cartoonist rather than built in the womb. The dress traveled up further, revealing her stomach, and finally her breasts. They were gorgeous and full, like two watermelons held back by the flimsy bra that matched her butterfly panties. As she hoisted the dress off, her body stretched and I felt I might cream myself right there. She tossed the dress aside and ran her hand up her thigh, over her stomach and up between her breasts. "What do you think?" "I think you're perfect," I said, awestruck. My fetish has always revolved around breasts (as I think most fetishes for men do) and watching her slide her hands over her breasts, pulling at the fabric of her bra and letting the straps fall down around her biceps made me feel almost lightheaded. "Then you'll like this," she said as she reached between the cups of her bra and unclasped the hook, slowly opening up. She finally pulled the bra away and let her tits hang free. They looked like someone had taken two water balloons and attached them to her. As she tossed the bra, they swayed and jiggled, the dark nipples erect and inviting. The afternoon light spilling through the tilted blinds of my window cast a film noir shadow over her body as she leaned forward and took her g-string off. She cupped one of her breasts and lifted it up to her face. Her tongue circled her left nipple as she rubbed her clit. "Oh my God," I whispered, unabashedly impressed. "Your turn," she said as she squeezed her breasts together, "You can't touch until you strip down." "Fair enough," I said, trying to hide my excitement as I took my shirt off. "Better hurry with those pants," she eyed my bulge, "Looks tight in there." I undid my pants and pushed them off, taking my boxers with them. My cock stood at attention, pointing to her like some crazed indicator. "God I want you," she said as she laced her fingers together behind my neck and began kissing me. I pulled her to me, grinding my cock against her as we began. Her tits felt so good against my chest, her hard nipples poking into me. Her hand slid down to my ass as we kissed, slowly moving back towards the bed. She began stroking my shaft as she nibbled on my neck again. I fondled her tits, enjoying every moment of feeling her silky flesh, the hardness of her nipples. "If you hear me shout 'YIPPEE!' during this, pay no attention okay?" I whispered as we laid down. She laughed as our legs tangled and we writhed together on the bed, or bodies becoming slightly damp as the room heated up from either the sunlight spilling in or the heat of our bodies. I thought maybe both. I could feel her pussy getting wet as she rubbed her self against my thigh. "You always talk about how you would eat me out," she said as she lay on her back, spreading her legs. She took her fingers down to her crotch and spread her pussy open, revealing the wet, pink folds inside. "Time to show me." I nodded and positioned myself lower on the bed, so her legs were resting on my shoulders. I licked and kissed the insides of her thighs, teasing her outer lips as I switched from one leg to the other. I finally began lapping slowly at her cunt, from one end of her slit to the other, twisting my tongue into her sex a little more with each lick. I let my tongue probe into her, tasting her juices. She was so sweet, so unbelievably sweet and musky as I worked my tongue around the interior of her pussy. I could hear her moaning a little, her hips quivering and gyrating slightly. I took my tongue to her clit and began lapping at it. She was starting to get very vocal, her moans getting more intense as I worked her clit with my tongue, inserting a finger into her vagina. She squeezed her legs around my head as she got louder and louder. I had never been with anyone this vocal, and it was a major turn on. I committed myself to staying down there for as long as I could. "Oh yes, oh baby yes...yes...yes," she moaned as she ran her hands over my scalp, her hips beginning to move back and forth to the rhythm of my finger as I gently nibbled on her clit, alternating with quick flicks using my tongue. She began to sound like she was in pain, and I stopped briefly. "Does that hur-..." "KEEP GOING!" she screamed, and I dove back down, working furiously at her clit with my tongue, finger banging her for all my arm was worth. After ten minutes or so, as my tongue began to ache, she orgasmed hard, screaming as she arched her back up and off the bed. I propped myself up and saw her eyes looked watery, and for a moment I thought I really had hurt her. I lay next to her and held her, her body shaking from the orgasm. "Are you okay?" I asked, pulling her tightly to me. "Yes, oh my god yes," she panted as she kissed me. "You're a screamer," I said, "You never screamed on the phone." "I have roommates, you know." We began kissing again, my cock sliding into her and out again. I put on my condom and rolled onto my back. She mounted me, not taking any time to gently let my cock enter. I slid in fast, clear to the hilt as she opened her mouth, gasping. I'm only seven inches long, but I do have a thick cock. I could tell I was stretching her a little as she rode me. She braced herself against me, hands on my chest, her pussy tight around me, her tits hanging down and glistening with beads of sweat. As we humped, the bed began to knock against the wall. I heard myself moaning out loud, something I rarely do, as she fucked me. With each movement, she would give her downward thrust a slight spin, so there was more friction between us. Time seemed to stop as I lost myself in her. I massaged her tits as we fucked, and her moaning became more and more pronounced. The effect was immediate as felt myself nearing the point of orgasm. Her fingernails latched into the muscle of my pecs as I grabbed her ass, letting her tits bounce and sway. "Cum for me," she growled in between her moans, "Cum for me." The pictures frames on the wall behind the bed fell off and shattered as we became almost violent in our thrusting. I did my best to keep myself inside her as she vigorously fucked the hell out of me. Finally, with a yell I came and blew my wad. My body tensed and I slammed her ass down on me, every muscle frozen as my cock pumped out cum. She leaned forward and kissed me frantically. We rolled over, my cock still throbbing inside her. She wrapped her legs around me as we kissed. "Yes baby yes," she whispered. "My god," I said, still reeling from the orgasm. We lay there, silent for a while, just holding each other. Time must have slipped by, because as I looked over at my clock I saw the time was 2:55. We had started at around 2 even. "Wow," I said, "Time flies when you're having fun. We went at it for almost an hour." "Not bad," she said, gently flexing the muscles in her pussy around my cock, "I'll have you trained for at least two hours by the end of this visit." Online to KaSandra Ch. 02 The Cinema & Loving Kasandra Jackson EDITOR: Miriam Belle AUTHOR'S NOTE: -At the encouragement of a very special reader named Jemma, I've written another story about Kasandra Jackson and me. These stories hold a special place in my heart. They are all true and represent one of the few times in my life that I lived out my fantasies with someone. I actually met Kasandra online in a chat room in early 2002 and we dated for about a year after we met in person. In many ways, I regret that we didn't stay together. As this series of stories about her will hopefully show, we had a lot of fun together. These short stories are really just the written expression of very powerful memories for me, and I feel that by putting them to paper I can better remember her and love her for who she was. I hope you enjoy the memorable moments with me. –bluefox07 *** "When do we have to be there?' Kasandra asked as she brushed her thick, straightened hair out away from her shoulders. She looked at me in the mirror of my hallway bathroom as she prepped herself for our midnight theater date. Her dark eyes looked gorgeous in the yellow light, her skin a deep chocolate color that tasted as good as it looked. I put my arms around her bare torso as she smiled and leaned into me, her full lips reaching my cheek in a gentle kiss. "Well, the Aladdin Theater generally starts showing their movies around eleven," I kissed her neck and looked at our reflection. The contrast of our skin fascinated me to no end. Every time I looked at the bold contrast of my tanned white flesh to her dark ebony I felt both excited and so extremely lucky. I had just gotten out of the shower and water was still beaded across my naked body as I held her from behind. Kasandra pressed her full, round ass against me, slowly arousing my cock as I slid my hands over her large, melon-like breasts. They were so silky and perfect, her areolas small and beautifully framing her bold nipples. I cupped her tits and massaged them, knowing full well that my teasing and flirting with her would result in our having sex again. "I need to get ready," she whispered in my ear as my wet body soaked the thin strap of her g-string. Kasandra and I had been together for three days now, and not once did she wear regular underwear. She had the purple butterfly shaped g-string, she had the red satin g-string and several pairs of black and white g-strings. Some of them were crotchless while others provided just enough cover for the soft mound of flesh between her legs. "We have a little time," I kissed on her neck and rolled her dark nipples between my thumbs and forefingers, "And we still have to eat... it's always good to go on a dinner date with a big appetite." "Who says I'm hungry for food, Darren?" she gyrated her hips slowly and methodically against me as the shaft of my cock slid wetly between her. "Well," I gave her right nipple a small twist, eliciting an excited gasp as she put her hairbrush down, "What would you like?" "What would I like?" she purred and closed her eyes as my left hand began roaming across her stomach and hips, my fingers lightly hovering over her skin. She let me hang on her words for a moment before saying, "You know, I think I'd like to have sex with you..." "Would you now?" I smiled and planted hot French kisses along the left side of her neck and jaw, working my way down to her shoulder as she put her hands over mine. Her slender fingers laced through my own and she guided my left hand to her pussy. I felt the lacy fabric of her black thong and the hot, moist heat it held back. My other hand gently worked her breast in a slow massage, both of our fingers playing with her nipple. "Yes," she whispered and slipped our hands underneath the patch of her panties and across her shaved lips. She was already incredibly wet, her sex exuding that special aroma that only she could produce. She never ever was scented with anything less than clean, purely erotic musk. I had been with women before who sometimes lacked when it came to the scent of their sex, but Kasandra was by the far the best smelling and best tasting woman I had ever known. My fingers slipped around her swollen outer lips and then over her clitoral hood in slow circles as she released a throaty little moan of approval. Her head was leaned back against my shoulder and our bodies tilted at a sensual angle as I teased her pussy, my cock a hard stony length against the crevasse of her ass. Her hand released my fingers and went to my shaved head as I began playing with her slowly engorging clit. I rubbed softly but with just enough pressure to make her breath pace a little faster. My index finger worked deftly to coax her clit out from hiding as she ran her fingernails over my scalp in a sensual tease. "You're making me hot," she smiled, her face turned up to the ceiling, "I love it when you put your cock between my cheeks like that..." "How do you think I feel about it?" I smiled as my fingers became slick with her juices. I watched in the mirror as her body rippled and flexed in response to my touch. Her ass was hard against me, pressing close and hot to my body as my cock began to throb. I slipped two fingers into her unbelievably tight cunt, working them in and out while I rubbed my thumb over her clit. "Fuck," she breathed, her respirations getting shorter and more needy as her hips began moving to my motions slightly, "Oh yes..." She released my right hand to play with her tit by itself and hooked her arm around my neck. She left my scalp and placed her hand on my left ass cheek. She squeezed my flesh and kneaded me as I finger fucked her pussy in a slow burn. There were small whimpers of excitement escaping her sultry lips as she became more and more aroused. Another thing I loved about Kasandra was how vocal she could be when it came to sex. Every nuance and thrill she expressed through a sensual moan and a throaty purr electrified me. "You are so good to me," she said huskily and squeezed my ass tight. I had every reason to be good to her. Since we had met only days ago, she had shown me kindness and friendship unlike anything I had never known. Her honesty was often staggering, and sometimes too much to handle but always a welcome change from the bullshit of my normal gang friends. While it was true we were polar opposites (a prime example being in music... while she preferred Eminem I leaned more towards the works of John Williams) we somehow found middle ground to enjoy our disparate tastes. She respected me and I respected her. And she was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. Her face was so uniquely designed, her eyes like twin plates of obsidian resting on milky white orbs. There was so much intelligence in those eyes, so much passion. Her lips were full and always a rosy brown color, all encompassing and all consuming. Her kisses weren't anything you could classify as just a kiss. It was like she was focusing all the attention in the world right on you and tasting you as though you were a fine dessert. Kasandra consumed you through her sexuality. She worked her hips back and forth as her whimpers became more and more pronounced, more and more filled with an uncontrollable desire. It always seemed like she were building up to something far more intense than a mere orgasm. I wondered if I were just that good or if she was just humoring me. I had never seen anyone so involved in her physical pleasures as Kasandra. In the end, I figured it was a combination of us both wanting desperately to please each other and the raw sexual chemistry we shared. And the idea of interracial sex made us both horny as hell. "God, you feel good," I breathed as my hand cupped and teased her large right breast. My heart was pounding like a drum in my chest as our bodies became hot and slick together, our arousal a fire burning within. From the moment I had first seen her naked breasts, I had been hooked on her like a junkie on crack. They brought to mind images of soft pillows and silky clothes, the kinds of luxuries men like me would never know. Her nipple had erected into a hard point against my fingers, as her cunt became sopping wet pocket of her nectar. "That feels nice, Darren," she said to me, her eyes hidden beneath her fluttering lids. "I'm glad you approve," I groaned as she clenched her buttocks around my shaft. "Jesus," she whispered, "You know just how to make me scream... "You make it easy, Kasandra," I said as I began kissing her ear and neck, using the most passionate and gentle kisses I knew how to give. "I've never felt this way before," Kasandra moaned and tilted her head back as my thumb began vigorously rubbing her hard clit, "I feel happy, Darren... so happy." "It's scary sometimes, isn't it?" I breathed hotly against her skin as I licked the delicate design of her left ear. "I'm not scared with you," she said. I felt her grasp my buttocks again, this time with both hands and squeeze as I kissed her neck and nuzzled her jaw line. The satin comfort of her breast filled my right hand and I felt her body shift from growing arousal to predatorial need. "I want you," I whispered into her ear. She looked up at me slowly in the mirror, our eyes locking together. Kasandra turned, my hand slipping from out of her thong and resting wetly on her curved hips as she drew me close to her. Her huge tits pressed into my chest as she parted her luscious lips and then with one hand pulled my face to hers. Our lips locked together and we kissed deeply. My hand slid down her stomach as our tongues intertwined, and I let my fingers caress the flat expanse below her navel. Her tongue felt so good in my mouth, her taste sweet and passionate. She began leaning into the kiss, pushing me down to the floor. She straddled me, her thighs tight around my hips and her crotch hot and wet against mine. "Darren," she said, looking at me seriously as her breasts hung down like sensual water balloons from her chest, "I'm not sure this is going to just stay simple." "What do you mean?" I asked, marveling at her gorgeous tits as they swayed hypnotically in front of me. "This is more than just fucking for me," she said as she ran her fingernails over my torso, "I think you should know that before we go any further." "When did that happen?" She closed her eyes and said, "I'm not sure. But I know what I feel, and I don't want anyone to get hurt." "You could never hurt me," I said. And somehow, I truly did know that. "I mean, I'm black and you're white and if you-" I put my finger to her lips, silencing her. I said, "You could be red with white polka dots, Kasandra. It wouldn't change what I'm feeling." Kasandra smiled as she grinded her moist, hot crotch against me. "Really?" "Really," I nodded. "In that case..." she said as she sat back, her ass resting on my thighs, and began rubbing her clitoral hood. Her breasts hung down and swayed with each movement of her arms, casting twin shadows across the smooth terrain of her body and mesmerizing me. Her pussy was moist and inviting, and I stared with a humble yet excited appreciation. She rubbed the mound of dark skin back and forth, revealing the hot pink meat inside, as she looked at me intently. "Are you dropping a hint, Ms. Jackson?" I asked. "It's only Ms. Jackson if you're nasty," she winked at me. "Nice," I grinned as I eyed her dripping sex, "But I know a hint when I see one... you want to fuck me." "You're so quick," she laughed flirtatiously. "I gotta be quick around you." "Damn straight," she replied, her eyes never leaving mine as her wet fingers slipped down from her sopping cunt and began rubbing against my shaft, "Do you want me to stop?" "No," I said as I put my arms behind my head, "Please no." She smiled at me and then looked down. My cock was rigid and ready, sticking out like a fleshy tree trunk and pulsing rapidly. My head was swollen and turning a reddish-purple as she grabbed my seven and half inch long shaft and began stroking me slowly. Her eyes locked on mine as she jerked me off, her intensity and passion for the act powerful. I uttered a small groan she pumped my dick, her fingers occasionally tweaking my head as she went. Her hand was gentle and yet rough as she worked her magic on me. Her tits bounced and swayed with her specific maneuvers. "You know what I think?" she asked as she rubbed her thumb over my head in a slow, intentional circle. "What?" I tried to concentrate on her. "I think you're falling in love with me." "We've only known each other in person for three days..." She began caressing my shaft gently, "And there's a set time for falling in love?" I shrugged, "I don't know." She leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine as her breasts rested on my chest. We straightened out and embraced on the floor, our legs intertwining and our bodies hot. I couldn't get close enough to her. Her pussy was soaking my shaft and thigh as we kissed and explored each other. Her hand went to my ass and gripped my left buttock as her tongue rolled and played inside my mouth, her breath hot against mine. Kasandra leaned away from me for a moment and gently grasped my cock. It was full and thick, the head a swollen tint of purple as the large veins running the length pumped blood furiously. She massaged my penis, working her fingers slowly up and down my shaft as her eyes locked with mine. She rubbed her thumb over my head again and I felt a bubble of pre-cum forming at the small eye of my penis. She rubbed the sticky substance into my skin, making me shiver as she held my gaze. I brought my hands to her soft breasts and cupped them, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin. Kasandra closed her eyes as I touched her, relishing the feeling of my rough hands teasing the skin of her areolas and nipples, tweaking them as we prepared for the act of making love. "I think I am falling in love with you," I said. She graced me with the most perfect smile I had ever seen in my life. "Keep falling," she whispered and kissed me, "I'll catch you." I could hardly think as our bodies melted into each other. I was left breathless by the intensity of my need for her. I had never been this needful of or this close to a woman ever before in my life. I felt as if though my world were spinning out of control and that Kasandra had orchestrated the whole thing. If she had come here with plans of bewitching me, then she had succeeded. I guided Kasandra down on to her back and without a word, began passionately kissing on her neck. I worked my way up and down her jaw line, and then past the crook of her neck, over her chest and to the slopes of her breasts. I kissed and licked my way around her nipples and the side swells of her tits as she laid her arms above her head. I flicked her nipples with my tongue and nibbled on them as my cock grinded against her thigh. Kasandra closed her eyes as I licked my way down her stomach, the kisses becoming hotter and wetter as I approached the sacred area below her belly button. I began French kissing under her navel while dragging my tongue down further until I reached the beginning of her clean-shaven slit. I spread her legs wide open and positioned my mouth over her moist cunt. My breath was hot against her sensitive skin as she lifted her hips up slightly. She gasped a little as I began slowly licking her, from one end of her lips to the other. My lapping was slow and deliberate as I slowly pushed my way into her sex with my tongue. Kasandra moaned as I began working on her clit, circling her and nibbling on the hard button ever so gently. She squirmed a little under my mouth as I stimulated her. Her breathing had evolved into a breathless panting as I flicked her clit with my tongue and slid a finger into her vagina. She was moaning and cooing my name as I brought her closer to her orgasm. Her hands slid over my scalp wetly as I pleasured her. A million things raced through my mind as I worked my tongue in and out of her. Out of all the jumbled images I could most clearly see us together as a couple, perfectly happy together. It was crazy. We had only meant to get together for sex and nothing more. I wasn't sure if we were being influenced by our sexual chemistry or the possible fact that we actually were falling in love. Either way, not knowing where these feelings were coming from knocked me for a loop. "Oh God, Darren!" she screamed as she came, her body wracked by the intensity of the orgasm. Her vaginal fluid spilled out and drenched my face as her hips bucked and her eyes rolled back into her head. The room was spinning for me as she lay there recovering. I worked my way back up her body, my cock grazing her legs. She looked at me and laced her fingers behind my neck as I lowered my face to hers. "Com here," she said as she grasped my penis firmly in her hand. We kissed as I entered, the large, plump mass of my head pushing into her and actually stretching her out a bit. She moaned into my mouth, tasting her own juices as my shaft filled her up. She murmured against my lips as we joined together. She smiled and breathed deeply as she took my cock in completely to the hilt. I felt my balls resting against her ass as she wrapped her legs around my waist. "Make love to me," she whispered as we began to find our rhythm, slowly at first as she got used to my cock again. Her fingernails raked across my backside as I thrusted into her deeply. She kissed along my shoulder and then suckled on my neck as her legs squeezed my hips. I could feel a light mist forming across our bodies as we slid together wetly, my cock plunging in and out of her sopping sex. "Let me ride you," she huffed as we switched positions and Kasandra braced her hands against my chest. She lowered her pussy over my cock and took me in, grinding against me as I fought to keep from blowing my wad too soon. I looked to Kasandra, her hair and tits bouncing back and forth as she rode my cock, her head tilted back so far the cords in her neck showed. She was moaning my name, loving me in a way I had never known. I reached out and massaged her breasts, holding them as though they were priceless treasures. I suppose that was really the truth for me. Her breasts were two beautiful large black pearls in the wealth that was Kasandra Jackson. I knew in many ways she was a forbidden treasure, but my greed for her could not be satiated. Time wound down and everything seemed to play out in slow motion. Every thrust of her hips, every sensation that exploded through my body, every fiber in my being seemed to stretch out with perfect purpose as I lost myself in her. I had never felt myself actually get lost in another person, but when it happened it was like being thrown forward at a thousand miles an hour. My head was spinning and my mind working strictly on impulse When the orgasm came, it was strong and all consuming. I cried out, something I never did until I met Kasandra. I sucked in the cool air through my teeth and shut my eyes tight as the heat seared through my sex and exploded from the tip. I probably had the most ridiculous look ever on my face as my hands grasped her hips. She grabbed my hands and laced her fingers through mine. She cried out a breathless, beautiful expression of joy as her cunt tightened and then spasmed. I felt a small rush of hot fluid squirt from the breaks of her vagina around my dick. Our mouths hung open in breathless pleasure as we recovered in silence. I don't think there was anything we could say. Everything we wanted to communicate had been just perfectly articulated between us forever. She lay down on top of me as we came down from our respective highs. She embraced me tightly as we panted hard and sweat trickled down our burning skin. Kasandra nuzzled her face into my neck. Online to KaSandra Ch. 02 I wondered for a moment and then realized what had happened. I had fallen in love with her. I knew it not because of the mind blowing sex or because she knew just how to make me feel like a fucking bullet train out of control. It wasn't because of the sweet praises she would give me or the confidence boosting compliments she showered me with. All of that could have been faked easily enough, and I knew I was no Casanova. I realized I had fallen for her when she kissed my ear and said, "This means something to me, Darren." I smiled, "It means the world to me, Kasandra." *** For a Saturday night, the Aladdin was oddly devoid of customers. Kasandra and I walked along the sidewalk that framed the movie theater as the midnight traffic on the freeway bustled by in the distance. There was a fresh smell to the city air I had never noticed before. A cool breeze wafted past us as our shoes echoed off the ground. Kasandra was dressed in a beautiful flowered skirt that hugged her hips as though it had been painted on and ended around her knees. Her top was yellow and complimented her voluptuous figure in a way that made heads turn as we walked by. I certainly felt under-dressed in my jeans and t-shirt. It wasn't that Kasandra was a perfect fashion model. She was one of those women who walked that fine line between heavy and thin so easily she made it look easy. She was definitely no athlete, but she wore her weight so well you'd never know that she was a little over on her numbers. Her stomach pooched only slightly, but I found it so sexy that I think the loss of her stomach would have been a tragedy. She was built the way a woman should be. "What do you want to see?" she asked as she linked her arm around mine. "Not sure," I said as we passed the wall of backlight movie posters. After a moment, I said, "Hey, they're showing 'The Scorpion King.'" She looked at me wryly, "How about no?" "You don't want to see The Rock?" "No," she shook her head, "The guy's an ass." "You're turning down the chance to see a big, beefy brick of meat like The Rock in a loincloth?" "Yep," she grinned and then added, "Though you sound a little more than just interested." "I am," I nodded and smacked my lips, "Kelly Hu is in too." "Whatever," Kasandra kissed my cheek, "Okay, what about this one? 'The Two Towers'?" "That's a long ass movie," I told her as we looked at the poster, "It's good, but really long." "How long?" "About three hours." "Holy shit," she shook her head, "Next..." "Uhm, okay here," I pointed at another poster," What about this one?" Kasandra looked at the poster and smiled, "Now we're talking. 'Halloween: Resurrection'... a man after my own heart." "Cool," I smiled, "We've picked out our first movie together." "Didn't Michael Myers's head get chopped off at the end of the last one?" she asked. "I think so..." "So how did he bounce back from that?" "Well, we'll just have to watch and see..." I paid for our tickets and we entered the theater. I was pleased to see that even fewer people had shown up for the showing of our movie. Aside from maybe two or three people down in the front, we were alone. I decided we should sit way up in the back of the theater and to the far left. I wanted to be out of sight and out of people's way. I could already feel myself wanting her again. Every time she brushed close to me, my skin tingled and my cock stirred. "We are we sitting all the way up here?" she asked me as we settled in to the purple fold down seats, the smell of popcorn and candy thick in the air. "Because..." I smiled at her. "Well I can only imagine," she looked at me and cocked her brow, "The cucumber you got growing in your pants kinda give you away..." "I suppose," I smiled, "What about the nubs in your shirt?" Kasandra glanced down and we both looked at her hardened nipples. "Whatever," she squinted playfully at me. The lights went down suddenly and the previews came on We kissed as I let my hands creep around to Kasandra's tits. I knew that I shouldn't have been trying to get fresh with her in the theater, but I couldn't help it. It didn't get anymore public than this, and though it wasn't a packed house there were still enough people around to be embarrassed in front of. But I wanted to be bold and adventurous with her, to show that I wasn't afraid of taking risks. My hand cupped her large left breast through the fabric of her t-shirt and squeezed gently, keeping my eyes on the movie screen. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her look down at my hand and then up at me. As my fingers traced the lacy accents of her bra through the yellow top I waited anxiously for her response. I could feel her nipple becoming even harder through the two layers of cloth, a sturdy nub that was amongst her many attributes to capture my imagination. "Getting bold, are we?" she whispered in my ear. "Just trying to distract you from the movie," I replied under my breath as the lights dimmed down. Her hand was suddenly on my thigh and then palming my crotch. I almost jumped as she gave me a firm squeeze and massaged my bulge. I looked to her and saw she was smiling in the flickering cinematic atmosphere, her eyes bright and beautiful in the dark. Her teeth stood out in two perfect rows behind her dark lips and I felt my heart begin to race. "You want to get crazy?" she asked me as I played with her breast, rubbing the fabric of her shirt back and forth. "How crazy?" Kasandra leaned closer to me and placed a gentle kiss against my earlobe as she whispered through a hot breath, "How about you eat my cunt out?" "Are you serious?" "So serious," she ran her hand up off my jeans and under my shirt, her nails trailing across my skin. "You'll miss your movie," I reminded her playfully as she shifted in her seat to face me, her lips meeting mine. "Ask me if I give a fuck," she licked my lips slowly, dragging her tongue over my bottom and then my upper lip in a sensual tease. I felt like my boxer shorts were soaking with precum as she worked her hand back and forth over my crotch. Our tongues slid together wetly, our mouths open and heavy with a lusty need. My hands slipped up underneath her shirt as we kissed. I found the course fabric of her bra and began massaging her breasts as we became more and more bold. She was still tilted away from me somewhat, so that when I looked down I could see her voluptuous body in the light. Her shirt was bunched up under her chin as I dove my hand into her bra and released her right tit from its cup. Her breast was full and looked even bigger than normal in the flashing light, the shadows intensified and her skin turned a dark blue. The nipple was sticking out and begging to be played with as she began unzipping my jeans, her fingers fumbling with my fly for a few seconds before it popped open. The cool rush of air into the humid space of my crotch made me shiver a little. I looked with one eye out at the other people further down. No one was watching us, not yet anyway. On the big screen the opening credits were glaring in ominous reds and oranges as the familiar theme for the "Halloween" series played out. Kasandra's hand found it's way into my boxers, her fingers working past the elastic waistband and wrapping around my throbbing member "Let's have sex right here," she breathed. "If we get caught..." "I don't care," she looked at me and pulled on my cock. "I don't either." My hands were still firmly clamped on Kasandra's tits, one massaging her naked right breast and one rubbing the lace of her bra against her left nipple. I wanted to put my face between her breasts, to put my cock between her tits and just let myself go with her. She stroked my cock as our kisses became more and more intense. The need for each other was doubling with every barely audible slurp and smack of our parting and joining lips. I could feel us moving closer to the inevitable. "Hold on," I said and with a quick glance around us, I slipped down to the floor. Once I was on my knees I wedged myself up in the narrow space between the seat edge and the back of the seat in front of us. Kasandra scooted down in her seat a little and let her skirt drag up. She pulled the stretchy skirt up enough to give me a view of her crotch and panties. "You'll have to be quiet," I smiled and grasped her thighs as she rested them over my shoulders. We didn't have much room to maneuver as we carefully positioned ourselves. "I'll try," she whispered as loud incidental music and wild screams began blaring out from the speakers. I took a moment to enjoy her natural fragrance, inhaling deeply of her sex. Kasandra sat there before me, her legs spread as wide as they could go against the arms of the theater seats. Her thighs were wonderfully heavy on my shoulders as I committed her to memory. She looked painfully sexy as the illumination from the screen cascaded across her body. Her breasts cast large shadows across the smooth terrain of her figure as I brought my lips to her crotch. To my delight, I realized she was wearing her crotchless panties. My tongue slipped off the cloth and onto the moist skin just underneath. Her cunt was bare, clean-shaven and glistening with her nectar in the dim light. Kasandra leaned against her chair and kept her eyes on the movie screen as I teased her. I kissed all around her sex, taking time to lick and plant the hottest, wettest kisses I could. "Eat my cunt, baby please," Kasandra whimpered as she ran her fingers over my scalp. I brought my lips to her cunt and licked gently, tasting her thick sweet fluids. Her juices were stirred and ready, her anticipation running high as her hips bucked a little under my touch. I looked up at her, her face regarding me lustily from behind her mountainous breasts. She ran her finger along her slit and then put it to my lips. Kasandra seemed to shiver as I sucked her wet finger into my mouth. I licked my lips and smiled as she slowly pulled her finger from my mouth. I held her gaze and lowered my mouth to her sex. She smiled lovingly at me as I lapped at her cunt. She leaned back a little, thrusting her hips out gently to give me better access. Kasandra watched me, transfixed in a sexual daze as I ran my tongue up between the thick lips of her pussy and into the hot interior. I teased my way up her slit until I reached her clit. Kasandra shivered, her leg momentarily squeezing around my neck as I began licking her sensitive button. Our eyes remained locked, staring at each other between the canyon of her tits. "Damn you," she moaned and tilted her face up to the ceiling, straining her voice to be silent. The voices from the speakers jumbled into an audio blur of sound as my world began revolving around this one woman. All I could think about was making her feel as good as I did. I danced my tongue over her clitoral hood and tried to control my breathing. I could feel the muscles in her legs beginning to shake as she tried to squirm subtly in her seat. I licked and nibbled on her clit until it was swollen enough that I could slurp it between my lips. Kasandra hissed and sucked in air violently as I brought her clit into my mouth, teasing it and causing it to harden even more. Her fingers tightened around my head and clasped me as though she were holding a ball. I could hear her whimpering under her breath as I attacked her swollen clit. Kasandra wheezed as she clasped her tits with both hand and began pulling on them, her fingers pinching her nipples and tweaking them as she squirmed. She plopped her left tit out of her bra and played with the nipple as her body rippled with pent up energy. Her hips started rocking back and forth against my tongue as she neared her climax. I desperately lapped and suckled as her juices ran down my chin and neck and into my shirt. The aroma of her sex was powerful and undeniable. "You're... going to make...make me cum," she huffed under her breath, her mouth open and her lips pulled back. I began machine-gunning her hard love button with my tongue and that was all it took. Her hands clapped over her mouth and I could hear her cry of approval as the climax crested and washed her away. She squeezed her legs around my head hard and pushed her pussy violently against my face. It felt like her whole body was trembling as her pussy quivered around my tongue. "Fuck!" she screamed into her hand and unleashed a flood of her sweet nectar. It splashed my face and I hurried to lap it up as she bucked against me, her breasts heaving under her rapid and shallow respirations. Her hips rocked back and forth as though we were humping, her hands now gripped tightly on the seat arms. She touched her cheeks and then ran her hands through her hair, "Oh baby yes..." "Did anyone hear you?" I whispered, still licking and cleaning up as much of her juice as I could. I feel a serious wet spot on the cushion of the seat, soaked through with her essence. Kasandra made brief scan of the small crowd seated in front of us. She looked down at me and said, "No. We're in the clear." "Good," I kissed her right thigh gently. "Sit in your seat," she said. I got back up, but as I did she jerked my pants and boxers, exposing my ass to the theater. I looked around and then sat. I laughed, "You're getting bold." "You want to see bold?" she kissed me passionately, "Watch this." Kasandra got up from her seat, her t-shirt falling back down and covering her chest. Her skirt was still hiked up and I marveled at the outline of her full ass against the bright movie screen. She turned her back to me and placed her hands on the armrests. I couldn't believe she was doing this. It was completely insane and absolutely wrong in every sense of the word. Still, that didn't stop us. As wrong as it was, it felt so right that neither of us could stop. One hand dropped down to my rigid member and she positioned it straight up in the air. I closed my eyes and breathed deep as my cock met the hot flesh of her buttocks and slid in between. I felt her puckered asshole slide past and then I was at the entry to her body. I grasped her hips and steadied her as best I could. She began inching herself down onto my cock as her lips spread open to allow me passage. Her head snapped back and she let out a muted whimper as my cock sank into her cunt. She sucked her bottom lip into her mouth as she finished taking my cock inside her. "Yes," she whispered to me and worked her ass against me. "Shit," I managed as she clenched her pussy around me, teasing me with her muscles. Bracing her hands against the seat rests, she began sliding up and down on my shaft, her pussy sucking at me and clenching as the ridge of my head pressed against her interior. I could already hear the wet slurping sounds of sex from our movements as her viscous lubrication began soaking my balls. "Oh yes," she whimpered, her voice accented by each downward thrust of her hips, "Oh Darren..." I began raising my hips to meet her thrusts. We were silently approaching that sensually violently motion of sex, a primal humping that vented so many emotions. She turned her head slightly to face me as our skin slapped together. She looked at me and winked as her body recoiled from each powerful thrust of our mutual need. Thankfully, the movie was loud and filled with screaming as the seat began to creak and moan. Kasandra was pounding me, her hips and body bouncing up and down on me like there was no tomorrow. I hoped her movements didn't catch anyone's eye, but I was neither in the frame of mind to ask her to slow down and be more inconspicuous nor wanting her to stop. She was fucking my brains out as she rode my shaft to her own satisfaction. Our breathing was fast and intense as we worked hard for our orgasms. She gave me one final thrust and then pulled off me. My cock plopped out from her sex, slick with her nectar and pumping full with blood. Kasandra looked back over her shoulder at me as I pushed my slick cock over her asshole, sliding the wet shaft across the tight little orifice, leaving a sticky trail behind. She grinned and nodded to me as I pressed my thick head against her hole. "You know you want to," she whispered, arching her back and pushing her ass back to me. I took my cock in my hand, still slick and slippery from her cunt, and readied myself. She wiggled her ass playfully as we prepared for our grand finale. I pushed the head of my cock against her tight little asshole, and then began to enter her. She gasped again as my head passed through, stretching her out as my girth opened her. She flinched and her head snapped back again. "Every fucking time," she hissed through a smile, "Fuck..." I held onto her shapely hips, my finger both gasping her skirt and bare skin, as we forced my cock into her depths. Another woman in the movie screamed and the speakers rang Kasandra cried out a loud moan of both pleasure and pain as I slid my dick into her ass. Her breathing was heavy and shallow as we began rocking. I could feel the spasmodic flexing of her buttocks, threatening to milk the semen out of me before I was ready. Her ass was so tight it almost hurt as we fucked. Kasandra arched her back and opened her mouth in a long drawn out gasp. Her whole body tensed and froze, her teeth bared in a growl of sexual fulfillment. She gasped and clenched her buttocks around my shaft, turning her head to the side and watching the penetration. She moaned, biting her lower lip again as my dick filled up her ass and stretched her out. I reached around her and pulled her shirt up as she rode me. "Oh yes... yes...yes...yes..." she whispered breathlessly, her big breasts bouncing wildly as she let loose, her nipples pointed and hard. Her fingers found her clit and began furiously rubbing it as she rode my cock. "You're going to make me cum," I grunted as she hammered herself on my dick. "Good," she breathed back at me as her tits bounced against my palms, "Now fuck my ass..." She picked up the pace as the semen began churning uncontrollably in my sack. The combination of her tight hole, her beautiful body and her vigorous fucking was rapidly wearing down my resistance. Her fingers worked her clit over until she suddenly began snapping her hips back hard and violently. Kasandra uttered a silent scream of overwhelming pleasure as her ass slammed down on my cock and she came hard. Her muscles rippled and clenched tightly around my cock. "Fuck," I shut my eyes tight as her sudden orgasm kicked off my own. I buried my face in her back and held onto her tits as my cock expanded in her cavity and then burst with a hot eruption of cum. My pulse was racing and my heart was pounding as I ejaculated inside her ass. My penis throbbed and jerked as my orgasm tore through my body. I pulled her tightly to me. Kasandra placed her hands over mine as we cupped her tits together; her head thrown back and mouth wide open as I unloaded my semen into her. There was a long moment of sweaty silence as we leaned against each other. I rested my head against her back and could almost hear her heart beating as my cock finally refracted and came to a rest, sliding wetly out of her ass. We decoupled and Kasandra collapsed into her seat. Our skin was slick with sweat and our clothes damp. I looked down at the rows in front of us and found no one had turned around to watch us. I was surprised, considering how much noise we had been making. I thought for sure someone had taken notice of our public sex display, but if anyone had they didn't let on. I sighed and rested my head against the back of the seat as she grasped my hand. "Wow," she grinned. "You are too good," I breathed, "I mean you are too fucking good." "I know," she patted my thigh and then frowned, "Man, I hope no one sits here later. You jizz is leaking out of my ass and soaking the seat." Online to KaSandra Ch. 02 We laughed for a few minutes, both disgusted and amused like two school children. I offered her my handkerchief as she began cleaning herself off. We sat there for a long time, catching our breath and relishing the moment. I slowly pulled my pants back up as she straightened out her skirt and then gingerly placed her tits back into her bra. She looked at me as she pulled her shirt back into place, "So, did we miss the part about Michael's head being cut off?" I looked at the screen as the Halloween killer chased some girl with a camera up the stairs of an old house. I shrugged, "I think we did." "Well shit," she sighed and sat back in her seat. "There's another show after this one," I offered suggestively. Kasandra looked at me smiled, "Is there now?" "Yep." She tilted her head thoughtfully, "Well, that leaves us with an hour to kill here in the dark. What should we do? I mean, there's no sense in watching the movie now when we're going to watch it again right after this." I placed my hand on her thigh, "We'll think of something." "I already did," she winked at me and traced her index finger over my crotch. I grinned sheepishly at her. How I loved Kasandra.