Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  I sighed "Freya, you will not understand this. I have already gone too far on this path and I have reached the point of no return"

  "Rubbish! Nothing is impossible, you will just have to try. I will not let you hurt yourself" she said innocently.

  "That's even worse Freya, then I might just end up in hurting you and if that happens I will not be able to live with myself anymore," I said gripping tightly on her arms.

  "You mean, if I try to stop you from hurting yourself, you will hurt me instead?" she asked.

  "I don't know, I become a totally different person at that time. I lose all control over myself Freya. I become the scariest monster ever" I said.

  "I can handle my monster" she cooed and got on her tiptoes to peck on my lips.

  I raised an eyebrow "I see, but you were saying something else in the morning, in front of Ben Wyatt"

  She looked down and bit down her lower lip "I said because I was mad at you. You didn't let me speak anything when I came to your house and yesterday when I told you I was kidnapped you refused to believe that as well and when I hugged you, you pushed me away"

  "I am sorry," I said softly.

  Her eyes went bigger "This is the first time. I can't believe this! You are actually apologizing" she said.

  I smiled "there has been a lot of first times with you like this" I said and began kissing her on the lips. She moaned.

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Freya

  He was standing in front of me just in his boxers and his warm chest and hair smelled of soap and shampoo. As he nibbled on my ears and pecked at my cheeks, I could also detect the aroma of whiskey. With his body weight pressing me down, his hands were free to wriggle on my pajama bottoms to my knees then down around my ankles. Through my vehement gestures, he grasped the elastic waistband of my undies and ripped them from my quivering ass.

  I barely had time to protest when I felt his sturdy cock forcing itself between my legs and plunging, ever deeper into my tightly clenched pussy. With the bulbous head of his thick pole lodged securely in my twat, I felt him thrust into me and his hands began to work their way under the thin, cotton fabric of my T-Shirt. My sheer bra was no match for his exuberance and within seconds I was topless with his big paws groping my breasts. He pinched my nipples and rolled them between his fingers. The forceful sensitivity carried a sensuous seduction. His cock was now firmly ensconced in my snatch and his hands had a death-grip on my tits.

  I bounced into the bedroom naked and shiny with sweat. With just a nod and a sharp slap on my butt, I flopped on the bed on my elbows and knees. While my face was pressed into the pillows.

  I shyly reached behind me and with one hand, spread the taut flesh of my asshole. I could only imagine the puckered opening preparing for the final assault. I slobbered a load of saliva into my other hand and fumbled for his cock. Still slick with cum, I guided his missile towards my rear entrance and clenched my teeth and furrowed my brow. With one sheepish appeal "to be gentle with me", I ushered his slippery totem to the brink of my anus and prepared.

  It didn't take long. We were both excited and nervous. Surprisingly, maybe from a mixture of relief and relaxation, I felt the uncomfortable pressure of his advance, but not nearly the anticipated pain. We both felt the initial resistance of my body, and then he reached out and took a firm grip on my tits. He paused for a second and noticed my body relax and adjust to the new intrusion. Robert then re-squeezed my jugs, inched ever-closer on his knees and pressed forward. The mushroom-shaped head now eased its way up my dark passage.

  With a shallow intake of breath and a shudder from my insides, I felt the great snake slither forward. Again he positioned himself closer to my back. I heard and felt his heavy balls slapping on my pussy lips. His grip strengthened on my tits and then I heard a low guttural moan from deep in his belly. He leaned heavily on my back and appeared to catch a second wind. Soon, comforted by the lack of pain, I was able to arch my back and drive my ass back towards him. He then gathered momentum and soon we were lunging and flexing like a well-oiled machine. I trembled to my first anal orgasm and Robert then bellowed a roar as his steaming load shot deep into my ass.

  "Was that enough for you? Or do you want more?" I cooed in his ears.

  He smiled in comprehension. "Well, in that case, I should tell you that I'd love to rub up on your hips and beautiful butt if only I could get to them."

  Oooh, that was smart. I sighed and faked boredom. "Well, I suppose you can go ahead and take my panties off if you really want to."

  He slid his hands up inside and onto my cheeks. Rubbing my hips and upper thighs. I lifted my legs out and let him continue rubbing. I rolled over onto my front and rested my head in my arms so he could rub my butt and legs. He pushed hard and worked my muscles loose.

  After a few minutes, he said, "You know, I could also give you a shoulder rub if only I could get to your shoulders."

  I sat up and said in a fake, disaffected voice, "Proceed."

  He leaned in and kissed me softly. As he slowly pulled his mouth away, I leaned forward, trying to keep the contact. I exhaled slowly and looked up at his eyes. He put his hands on my arms to direct me how to turn, then started rubbing my shoulders. I hung my head and closed my eyes, hands still in my lap as I sat cross-legged on the bed. It felt heavenly.

  After a few more minutes, Robert said, "You know, if I could get to your back, I..."

  Reaching my hand to the back of his head, I pulled him into a kiss and breathed out, "Just take me, now."

  Robert guided me onto my back and kissed me with a vengeance.

  His hand worked down to my ass and when one of his hands was able to spread out and cover most of my curves there, I felt small- small and...safe. Here was this larger, stronger person that merged his body with mine, enjoying my body, pleasuring it and finding pleasure in it. In that moment, I felt like his.

  I had to get closer. I had to feel him on me. Robert had been lying to my side, leaning over me as we kissed. Now again he moved in between my legs, which I gladly spread for him. Shifting his hips a few times until his cock got nestled at my entrance, he asked, "Are you ready?"

  He slid only one finger inside of me. I shuddered and held my breath, waiting for more. But there was no more.

  "Yes! Yes, I'm fucking ready! Just...aaaAGH!"

  I didn't get to finish my sentence because he pushed a few inches in. Robert closed his eyes and shuddered at the sensation. I put my hands on his chest and gasped. We both needed this- him to remember, me not to forget; him to feel, me not to stop feeling ever. I realized that we weren't just using one another for physical pleasure; we were using each other to seek wholeness. I didn't know why Robert thought he could find that with me, but as long as it felt like this...

  His thrusts were slow and strong and deep. My back arched and my breasts pushed against him. He reached his mouth down to kiss my neck and breasts. I put a hand on the back of his head to encourage that. My other hand explored his back, enjoying the smoothness of it. I felt the tensing and relaxing of his muscles as he pushed into me and pulled out. Over and over, hypnotically. He wasn't thrusting to seek release, it was too slow for that. He was thrusting to feel again and again the pleasure of entering and being joined with another person, with me.

  He stopped abruptly and wrapped one arm all the way around my back. Moving his knees into a kneeling, he said, "Hang on to me." I tightened my grip on his back just as he pushed us up off the bed with his free arm. He pushed and balanced himself until he was kneeling, with me still connected to him, my legs extending behind him. He readjusted his legs until they were crossed beneath me, making a nice seat for me to rest in. I bent my knees and put my feet on the bed, allowing me to sink lower onto Robert's lap.

  In that seated position, we were face to face, arms around the other to keep us from falling back. We didn't even need to thrust for a while- just being on his lap and letting my weight provide pressure at the point of our union felt nice. Every once in a wh
ile, one of us would wiggle just a bit. We kissed slowly, languidly, tenderly. We explored ears, chins, necks with our lips. Robert pulled back and looked at me.

  "Freya, you are beautiful. You are so, so beautiful." It was the sex talking, I knew. Hormones racing, mood out of control. Hell, my vagina was clamped onto his penis and was making gentle squeezes. Of course, he thought I was beautiful, I was fucking him.

  The problem was, his weren't the only hormones racing at the moment. I opened my eyes and looked into his. We held still and stared deeply at each other for a few seconds and Robert lifted his hand to caress my cheek. In an unchecked moment, I said, "Robert? Robert, I..."

  I'm afraid to think how I might have finished that sentence. But I didn't. Instead, I leaned forward, putting my head on his shoulder and started grinding down one to him. I had been getting close. His voice had broken into my building tension and had actually driven me further and faster towards release. I put a hand down between us and split my fingers around the spot of our joining.

  I rubbed down and up, spreading my fingers to go around the base of his cock and closing them as I pulled up to rub my clit. Only half a minute of that focused attention and I was whimpering for release. So close...so...close. It wasn't just anybody making me feel this way. It was Robert's body. Robert, who had tasted the darkness and I were now part of his dark world, who knew what it meant to hurt. Robert, who was trying to feel alive in the midst of overwhelming death. Robert, who thought I was beautiful and special. I clenched my eyes shut and used both arms to grip him tight as I found my release.

  I called out his name in the midst of mindless ecstasy. I pushed down into his lap as he pushed up into me. Strong arms holding me safe, not letting me fall. My mouth at his shoulder saying over and over, "Robert...oh!...OH!...oh, Robert." I felt control slipping away from me. In a wash of feelings, I felt like it was inevitable that we should be together, that we had been drawn together. I felt like I should be his and he should be mine. I shuddered and closed my eyes, not wanting it to end. Part of my brain was warning me that as soon as I came down from this peak, I would get scared and run, I would push him away.

  I felt Robert readjusting his legs so that they were straight, then he leaned back onto the bed, pulling me down on top of him. Still flushed and breathing heavy, I could only push and swivel my hips a little. But that didn't matter. Robert's hand covered my ass and pushed me down in time with his upward thrusts. His other arm held me tight against his chest, and his breathing by my ear was fast and loud. He had been waiting for me to cum, denying himself for my sake. Finding pleasure in my pleasure.

  I nibbled his earlobe, just to see what would happen. His hand moved down my back and onto my hips, pulling me hard against him. With a few small growls and heavy grunts, he started cumming. Wordless groans of happy agony as he squeezed me tight. The aftershocks of my own orgasm could still be felt at our joining, tightly pressing my walls together, enhancing his pleasure.

  As he started descending back to normal, he relaxed his grip on me and just wrapped me up in his arms. Pulling a blanket over us, he tried kissing me again, but I made a move to roll off of him.

  "No, wait. Please. I...I like the feeling of your weight on top of me. You feel so warm and...present."

  But I didn't want to be present anymore. Just like I had known I would, I started to feel an instinct of self-preservation, a desire to patch up the defenses that had broken down during those intimate moments. I gave him a minute of recovery time and then rolled off of him and onto my bed. I waddled to the bathroom to clean up.

  Chapter Forty

  Robert

  I walked slowly to her, our eyes continuing to be fixed on one another in the mirror, stopping as closely as possible behind her without actually touching. Looking at our faces side by side, I raised my arms and tentatively brought my hands down onto her delicate bare shoulders. She drew a breath sharply at my initial contact.

  I leaned in and brought my lips down oh so softly on her neck, my face caressed by her thick hair as she closed her eyes and tilted her head to the side. My hands gently flowed over her shoulders and down her arms until her soft hands clasped mine, squeezing anxiously, our fingers intertwined.

  As our arousal quickly grew in sync I leaned into her, my hardness easily detected through the black fabric that fit tightly over her ass. I took my hand and placed it on her smooth thigh and started to slide it upward, the cool smoothness was transitioning to her warm firm skin as I lifted robe up over her hips.

  Her arm shot across her body as her hand grabbed my wrist firmly in a vain gesture of modesty. I brought my other hand down on her wrist and lifted firmly, my strength overpowering her as she opened her hand. With the muscles in her arm still resisting, I firmly pinned it against her chest, removing from her any responsibility for what might happen next.

  She gasped, inhaling sharply as she moved her legs further apart. My fingers easily found their way to her slick warm opening as I slid them up into her tight pussy. I placed firm anxious kisses down her neck and across her shoulder as a face filled with intense abandon stared back at me from the mirror.

  My moist tip moved down to her warm tunnel as I moved my hips into penetrating her and drive my cock in deep, her breath catching as her back arched. With her head thrown back, she moaned through tightly pursed lips, trying not to attract attention.

  As I watched her face lost in ecstasy, I settled into a rhythm of long purposeful strokes, thrusting hard, my hips spanking her thighs.

  As her breathing became faster and deeper she suddenly lunged forward, throwing her torso against mine, her arms hungrily encircling me. Thrown slightly off balance, I stepped back, turning slightly as she wrapped her legs around my hips, one shoe dropping to the floor unnoticed. Taking one step forward, her back slammed into the thin metal privacy wall of the stall with a loud bang.

  With her pinned against it, I continued to fuck her hard, turning my hips upward, lifting her up the wall and grinding my pubic bone against her clit with each stroke. Her hands moved up my back before gripping hard with desperate abandon, her nails digging deep into my flesh. A single drop of blood slowly trickled down my back, the sensation sending a shock wave of pleasure through my groin and entire body.

  As I continued to pound her with spasmed thrusts, her moans rose in pitch and her legs trembled as she orgasmed, burying her face in my shoulder to muffle her cries. I moved my cock in and lifted her once more and held her there as her pussy squeezed my shaft hard, her whole body shaking now, her breath stuttered and heaving. As the contractions subsided, the tension left her body and I lowered her back to the floor.

  She immediately dropped to her knees and quickly took my cock into her mouth, devouring it with great zeal, licking and sucking her own juices from it. Between the incredible sensations and the sight of my cock passing through those gorgeous flaming red lips, I was nearing the point of no return.

  My balls were tight and swollen and ready to erupt as I grabbed the top of the stall, leaning forward. I let out a quick succession of moans that told her my cum was already on its way. She moved the head of my cock to just beyond her lips. With her mouth wide open, she quickly flicked the underside with her tongue as my dick exploded. Heavy streams of jizz shot into her mouth, splattering against the back of her throat, filling her mouth and drenching her tongue. After wringing out the last drops, she closed her lips and swallowed my load, still looking into my eyes.

  I took her hand and pulled her to her feet to take her into my arms and kiss her deeply. My tongue entered her mouth to clean the last remaining traces of our creamy juices from her, tasting us both.

  I had to show some restraint. I clammed-up and determined to offer her no more satisfaction by complaining or moaning. I tightly closed my eyes and tried to block the pressure I felt. I took in the aroma of cinnamon and chocolate in the room. I peeked once and saw that the room was lit only by flickering candles and could feel that my back and legs were warm. Inga did have a
nice touch when I relaxed, I must admit.

  Her hands were calloused and firm but moved deftly from my neck, down my spine, over my ass and all the way from my hips to my toes. I felt an all-over tingle that I can't describe and my insides were turning to mush. She played on my body like a musician at a grand piano. Her humming resumed and the squishy sounds of her fingers running along my ribs and arms was intoxicating. I found myself trying to hum along with her. After a short while, I almost forgot she was there. I trembled and felt a shudder ripple through my body as if a great wave pulsed beneath my flesh. It subsided and I seemed to melt into the mattress.

  Freya

  The golden rays of sun disturbed my peaceful sleep. I slowly opened my eyes, it was a new day and a new phase of my life. Now there were no lies in my relationship with Robert. And not only that, from today I wanted to make sure that Robert never hurt himself ever again.

  I spread my arms to find him lying beside me on my bed. But he was not there.

  I searched for my phone to check the time. Shit it was 10 am which meant that I was already half an hour late for my work.

  My phone buzzed, this time, it was a mail from Robert. I smiled and opened it quickly.

  It read "I can never become the person with whom you want me to be. I am not good for you. And if I stay near you, I will not be able to stay away from you. So I am going far away from your life. An angel like you doesn't deserve a monster like me. Bye Freya, Bye Forever..."

  I threw away the phone angrily after reading out that message. "Who gave you the right to decide about my life? I want to be with you and I will find you at any cost. Just wait I am coming...."

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