Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  "Wait!" I gasped, standing quickly. "Please, let me. I'd really like to do it."

  Freya gave me a sultry look, then stepped back.

  "If you're going to do it," she smiled, turning to move to her luggage, "then you might as well get the whole package."

  "Um, yeah. I think you may be onto something there," I nodded, drooling. She struck a pose, hand on hip, and leveled a smoldering gaze at me.

  "Well? Undress me, and not just with your eyes," she purred. "In that respect, I've been naked for two days now."

  I guess I wasn't quite as subtle as I thought with my longing glances.

  "Oh, you, um, you saw that, huh?" I asked.

  "Yes, I saw that, huh," she smiled, stepping into my arms. "It was actually kind of nice, watching you try so hard not to be obvious, yet unable to stop yourself. It's quite flattering."

  "How about this?" I laughed, grabbing her ass firmly. "Is this flattering?"

  "In a way," she giggled. "It's more arousing than flattering. Are you going to undress me, or not?" she asked.

  "What's your hurry?" I replied. "Got a hot tee-time? I'll strip you when I'm ready." I kissed her again.

  "Mmmmm. Promise to be as patient and unhurried once we actually are naked, and I think we'll get along fine," she whispered.

  "Promise," I said softly, easing the zipper down her back. She turned in my grasp, holding her hair aside as I slid the zipper down further. I saw the back of her bra, and the top edge of her panties, both black to match each other and the dress.

  With the back of her dress wide open, I ran my hands outward over her shoulders, pushing the scalloped straps off, and the dress forward. She caught the falling sheath in the crooks of her bent elbows, holding it up as she spun to face me, and took a step back.

  "Ready?" she asked.

  "Yes. Please," I whispered.

  Freya straightened her arms, allowing the dress to slip silently down, and land on the floor around her heels.

  I had not been fortunate enough to see her in her bikini, but there was something different about seeing her in this lingerie. More personal. More intimate.

  Or maybe it was the shoes.

  I whistled.

  "God, Freya... You're incredible!" I smiled, caressing her skin.

  "Thank you," she giggled. "Shall I take off the shoes now?"

  "No!" I gasped, to be greeted with a teasing look. "Leave them on."

  "I thought as much. What is it with guys and hooker heels?" she asked.

  "Does it matter?" I growled, pulling her tight against me. "If it works, don't fix it... and believe me, it definitely works."

  "I'll take your word for it," she smiled, returning my kiss. "Now, please continue."

  "Absolutely," I replied, palming her shoulders to turn her around. I nuzzled her neck again and unhooked her bra.

  I slid the straps off her shoulders, letting the bra fall away, and peeked down at her spectacular, unfettered breasts. Thick, erect nipples, in large areolas, stood up on each of them. She turned, to give me a better look, pausing in profile.

  "Please remove your panties," I smiled, and watched her breasts sway as she did so. She stepped out of them, and stood quietly, hands clasped behind her, looking demure. I glanced down at the neatly trimmed strip of brown curls that led south to heaven.

  I circled her, slowly, admiring every inch of her nude form, perched high on those sexy shoes. Her body was sex incarnate, so firm and taut, just a few workouts away from pure fitness model. Sculpted perfection.

  Freya watched me as I passed her, a naughty grin tickling the corners of her mouth. As I completed my third inspection lap around her, she put her hands on her hips.

  I stood still, letting her move closer. The look on her face told me that she was more than willing to unwrap me. She started with the top button on my shirt, and worked her way down, reaching inside as she did to softly explore my chest.

  She inched closer, her face inches from my eager manhood, and tugged the waistband of my shorts downward. My penis, freed from its confined environment, sprung out and slapped her cheek.

  "Oh!" she gasped, smiling wide as my tumescent shaft bobbed before her. She reached up and cradled my balls in one hand, while the other gripped the hard piece of meat.

  She totally derailed my thoughts by plunging her open mouth over the head of my manhood. Her wide, sexy mouth easily accommodated my manhood, and she pressed it deep, against the back of her throat.

  "Mmmmm," she moaned. "Mmmmm hmmm, mmmm hmmm." Her eyes were looking up at me, and she pulled my manhood out of her mouth to speak. "I'm going to start us off with a blowjob, for several reasons. I like it, and it's nasty. It will help you last longer, too, and I think you want me to do it, don't you?"

  No. Don't you dare suck me off, you gorgeous, buxom, naked creature. I won't stand for it.

  Sarcasm aside, I nodded like a bobble-head doll on crack, and she smiled before resuming her actions.

  Too bad she wasn't any good. Add her intriguing hand action and the incredible view from above; her brown eyes boring holes into mine and big breasts swinging rhythmically.

  "God, that's so good, Freya," I groaned, tangling my fingers in her hair. She moaned, and pulled my other hand into her hair as well, grabbing my butt with both hands once she had done so. The message was pretty clear; she wanted me to fuck her face.

  The room was quiet, with only the whirring of the air conditioning to compete with the sounds of a most enjoyable blowjob; Freya's soft moans, my grunts of pleasure, the wet 'gwock, gwock, gwock' of my manhood in her throat, and desperate breathing from both of us. I was glad she said she liked to swallow because I was about to give her plenty to swallow.

  Freya just hummed, and gulped down everything I sent her way, which felt like several gallons, but of course was much more manageable in volume. My manhood flexed, and I held her head tight, jamming the shaft down her throat as the orgasm continued to rock my world. Finally finished, I released her and dropped onto the bed.

  Freya remained in place, squatting on her stilettos, a string of saliva and semen dangling from her chin. She scooped it back into her mouth with her fingers.

  "Mmmmmmmmm, good!" she giggled, rising to her feet with deceptive elegance.

  "You're... welcome," I panted.

  "I think that's my line," she smiled, sliding into position beside me. "I'll give you the chance to make it up to me. Whenever you're ready."

  "Be with you in a minute," I laughed, "as soon as the room stops spinning. That was realllllllly good!"

  Freya just smiled, and waited patiently, laying on her side facing me. I've always liked it when she did that... lay on their side... because it stacked her breasts enticingly. It caught my attention, and made me focus, clearing my head.

  "Alright, you," I smiled. "Time to thank you properly. I assume you'd like me to lick your kitty?"

  "Mmmmm, oh yes," she purred, squirming slightly. "Please do. I love getting good head. Do you enjoy munching?" She scooted up the bed and piled a few pillows to prop her up, legs spread. The sexy shoes remained in place.

  "Absolutely," I replied, moving between her splayed thighs. "Ooooo, especially when the pussy in question is a pretty, wet one, like yours. I may be down here for a while, so make yourself comfortable."

  I wasn't just paying her hollow compliments. Her pussy really was just that pretty. Her lips flared out, pink and dripping wet, much like my favorite seafood... butterfly shrimp. I always ate plenty of those, but there was only one of these, so I'd just spend the extra time making sure I ate this one really well. Still, even the longest session of cunnilingus begins with a single lick. Better get started.

  She smelled wonderful, but tasted even better as my tongue made the first contact.

  "Oh yeah, there you go," she groaned, and laid her head back on the pillow. "I hope you like nectar because I can get pretty wet."

  I ran a few laps around her exposed outer labia and perineum, cleaning up her delicious, musky residue. Her
inner lips, while pouting, were still glued shut, until I parted them with a pass from my tongue. They opened like a zipper, and I learned why she warned me about wetness.

  I trickle of juice ran out, in the form of a large, clearly visible droplet, expelled from her depths. I intercepted it before it made it too far, but it wasn't alone. Another followed soon, then more. I was spending a lot of time keeping up with her yummy drippings, while she moaned happily. I hadn't even started on her clit yet, but I did notice it was starting to swell, and peek out of its hood. In a pause between drops, I finally flicked my tongue over it.

  "Oh god, yes!" she gasped, and her body tensed. That tensing expelled more juices, not in the form of a drop, but of a small wave. The little Dutch boy was overwhelmed, but I slurped it up.

  "Jesus Freya! You aren't kidding about being wet!" I mumbled, lapping away at her gash like a thirsty dog. She lifted her head, and propped herself up on her elbows, looking down at me between her breasts.

  "When I'm really horny, I can be very messy. Ready?" she giggled.

  I suppose it was a compliment, then, because she was obviously very horny. I braced myself, tongue extended, and nodded.

  Freya clenched and grunted. She didn't squirt, per se, as much as gush. It was impressive, and delicious, and abundant, but I managed to keep it from oozing down her ass. While I was there I licked her starfish, too, and was greeted with a deep, appreciative moan.

  Her big push seemed to have drained to pool for a while, letting me get to work on her little clit, which was now demanding attention, its pink head out in the open. I sucked it gently, making Freya squeal in delight.

  "Oh yeah, suck my clit, honey," she moaned. "Finger me, and suck my clit."

  It didn't take long for her to soak my hand. I added a second finger, and a third, continuing to tongue her clit eagerly. I could feel her body beginning to quiver, and knew she was close. Just in case I missed the signs, she told me directly.

  "Fuck! I'm almost there, honey!" she gasped. "God, don't stop!"

  I wasn't planning on it. I'd been down here, between her legs, for long enough that my manhood had recovered from her very intense blowjob, but I wanted to get her off, so I would be seeing it through to the conclusion.

  Besides, I was curious. If she could gush on demand, what were her orgasms like? Maybe I should have brought my snorkel?

  The quivers became shudders, and her ragged breathing spelled the approach of her big 'O'. My fingers and tongue worked their magic. Just a little more...

  "OhhhhhhHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! GNAHHHHHHN!" she screamed. Her hands pushed my face away and flailed at my hand, which slid out of her pussy just as she sprinkled an impressive arc of droplets into the air. A second arc followed, as she changed color with exertion, her whole body clenched like a fist of sexual release. Spent, she flopped back, breathing hard, and moaning incoherently.

  I cuddled beside her and rested my soaking right hand on her breast. She grabbed it and dragged it to her mouth, sucking my fingers.

  "Mmmmm," she smiled when she had sucked them all. Her eyes opened, and she saw the mild surprise on my face. "What? You don't think I've tasted myself on more than a few occasions?"

  "No, I suppose you have," I laughed. "Have you always been so, um..."

  "Juicy?" she finished for me. "Pretty much. I've always gotten very wet, although the squirting is a more recent development. Now, do you want to talk, or fuck?"

  "We can do both," I nodded, rolling on top of her. She spread her legs and guided me in. Lubrication was not a problem, of course, letting my manhood slide in easily.

  "Oh shit, that's it. Gimme that manhood," she whispered.

  "With pleasure," I smiled. Her pussy felt wonderful, and juice squeezed out to tickle my balls as I pushed deep inside her.

  Freya wrapped her legs higher around my waist, giving me even better, deeper, access to her vagina. I felt the stiletto heels against my butt. She was huffing softly in time with my strokes and making little faces of pleasure each time I thrust into her.

  I raised up on my arms, gazing down at her. She had her hands braced against my shoulders and was giving me a look that begged for more.

  With one arm, I reached down and hooked one of her legs, raising it high, and changing my angle of penetration. This caused a gasp from her, and after a minute, she raised her other leg to match the first. Soon, her legs were against my shoulders, slutty shoes still firmly on her feet, and she was folded in half, in a position only a female athlete could achieve. I was drilling her hard, and she was screaming her joy.

  She pushed me off, and rolled over, raising onto all fours. Nothing further needed to be said, as I knelt behind her and plunged back inside. Her ass was amazingly firm, and my thrusts were absorbed with less jiggle than you'd expect. I let Freya dictate the positions for a while, and she had quite a repertoire. She dropped her shoulders to the bed, then went flat on her belly, all while I plowed her pussy from behind and above.

  Her next move was to her side, letting me brace on her hip while fucking her pussy between closed thighs. It was so tight. Heavenly. I moved to spoon behind her, and we went at it again. Freya screamed through her third or fourth orgasm, then uncoupled, turning to face me again. She put her leg on my hip and welcomed my manhood back inside her sodden cunt.

  Her lips were on mine seconds later, and we kissed each other passionately while I worked my hips, sliding my manhood in and out rapidly. "Cum in me, honey! I love that feeling! Do it!"

  I was close enough that merely picking up the pace hastened my own climax. That and those beautiful tits jiggling and slapping against my chest.

  "Getting close," I grunted.

  "Oh, please, spurt that hot juice way up inside me!" she hissed.

  I did, slamming into her with desperate ferocity, until I exploded inside her, groaning in harmony with her own vocalizations. She held me close through several spasms, then kissed me softly, cooing in my ear.

  "Mmmmm, thank you, baby. That was wonderful," she whispered.

  We rested for a short time, before she slithered down, sucking my wilted penis back to life. This time, she mounted me, discarding the shoes at last, and rode her way to another two orgasms, while I toyed with her nipples from below. She leaned forward, cuddled against my chest, and closed her eyes.

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Robert

  "I need you to know something" she hissed.

  "What?" I asked, certain I was still dreaming.

  With a warm smile, Freya leaned down and gently kissed me. "We are so close now. We can talk, we can touch... we can kiss. I can feel you and you can feel me. It has almost arrived"

  "What has almost come?"

  "Happiness," she purred lovingly while sitting back up on my bed.

  I sat up with her, wrapping my arms around her and resting my forehead against her chest. The soft warmth of her bountiful breasts against my face was a sexual nirvana, coercing my manhood into a pulsing erection.

  I smiled, feeling my horniness and excitement brush away my tiredness. Raising my right hand, I reached up and cupped one of her breasts, sending an uncontrollable shiver through my body and causing some pre-cum to dampen my boxers.

  "I didn't know you were such a pervert. How naughty," Freya murmured, closing her eyes and humming to herself blissfully with a small smile.

  I was smiling as well, massaging the orb of flesh with care and curiosity. I began massaging the other one with my left hand, rubbing the nipple with my thumb and causing her hums to increase in volume. Jiggling them, squeezing them, and rubbing them together, I thoroughly explored every secret her womanhood held and familiarized myself with every single centimeter of her soft skin.

  "It feels so good to have you touch me," she panted as I began toying with her nipples, gently squeezing them between my index and middle fingers and rubbing them with my thumbs.

  "You certainly feel real," I said, happier than I had been.

  "Well to be sure, how about a taste?" she o
ffered, lowering herself down and kissing me.

  Following the lead of her lips, her tongue slipped into my mouth with unbelievable length. I almost felt like I was going to choke on it. Her mouth and tongue, they were so delicious, and the wetter the kiss became, the more of her flavor I was able to sample. She tasted like ripe mangos and tea and the longer I tasted her, the more energized I felt.

  After several minutes of kissing, Freya pulled her lips from mine and smiled. "My body is so hot right now, can you cool me off?"

  I smiled and raised my head, kissing her first on the cheek, then down the side of her neck, and to her collarbone. As I slowly moved down, Freya slipped her hands into my boxers and grasped my manhood, nearly making me cum right then and there simply from the sensation of having her touch it.

  "Just as I thought," she hummed, lovingly stroking it, while my lips finally came to her breasts.

  Shaking like a drug addict, I was barely able to contain my sexual hunger. All this time, my hatred and depression had made my instinctive drive little more than a dull annoyance, but now, it was like it was all rushing out at once. I ran my tongue across her breasts, unable to believe how good they felt and tasted, and just that I was making such intimate contact with this strange entity.

  "Be as rough or as gentle as you want, I belong to you after all," she said tenderly.

  At her words, my emotions suddenly flared up and quelled my instinctive desire. Freya, whether she was real or a hallucination, I did not care. I loved her, she was precious to me, and I could not hurt her even if she asked me to. I was slow, gentle, working my lips around each nipple and stopping periodically to massage her breasts with my tongue. While I worked, she rubbed herself against the shaft of my manhood. It was so soft, already soaking wet from her arousal and making me dizzy with the sweet aroma.

  "Such a simple touch, yet it feels so good. To be so close to you, I feel like I'm going to faint in happiness," she cooed.

  As her movements became more aggressive and the gentle rubbing became passionate grinding, I reached out and held onto her shapely ass with my hands. So soft and yet so firm, both full and taut, she had the ass of a Brazilian model. All this stimulation, it was too much, I could feel all the muscles in my lower body tensing up from my approaching orgasm.