Apollo's 11

by Anna Collins

  It was as if he suddenly couldn't control himself. He was planting kisses all over me. My neck, breasts, stomach, hips. I almost lost it, gasping with pleasure. He pressed his tongue into me and I knew he could taste me. Sliding his hand up my leg, he pushed my panties aside with his thumb and I was so wet that he slid that nice, thick finger straight into my pussy. I groaned and pushed into him as he tongued my clit and stroked me with his thumb. His tongue traced circles around my clit as he used his other hand to pull aside my panties and spread my pussy lips wide. Suddenly, he stopped and I moaned. He grabbed the sides of my panties and pulled them off, discarding them. His mouth returned to my clit and he dipped two fingers into my pussy with strong, sure strokes, applying just enough pressure on the walls of my cunt that I could feel myself rapidly approaching an orgasm. Hips lifting, I met his strokes one by one.

  I was so close to cumming when he again took his fingers out, leaving me gasping, but not for long. He slowly slid his thumb back in, eyes meeting mine. God, how many times had I imagined his face between my legs, kneeling in front of me? This was better than anything I could have imagined. Stroking slowly, he worked me back up, the intensity increasing constantly until I was writhing with pleasure. I knew I was about to cum for this man. All of a sudden, I felt his wet middle finger enter my ass, stroking at the same speed as his thumb in my pussy. A few strokes were all it took until I exploded, feeling the waves of the orgasm wash over me. He continued stroking slowly as my pussy fluttered around his thumb.

  Slowly easing his fingers out of me, he grinned. I grabbed his shoulders and pulled him up to kiss him, my juices still coating his mouth. I reached down and took his hand, his thumb soaked with my cum, and slid it into my mouth, licking him clean. He groaned and covered my mouth with his, we groped each other for a while. "My turn," I whispered. "Yes, ma'am," he replied.

  I pulled him to a seated position at the edge of the grass bed.I lowered myself down, grabbed those sexy boxer briefs, and pulled them off. His cock sprang free and I was not disappointed. I dropped to my knees in front of him, licking my lips. Gently, I wrapped my fingers around it. He certainly had girth. I could barely wrap my fingers around the base. I looked up at him and made eye contact as I leaned in and ran my tongue up the bottom of his cock, from the base to the tip. He closed his eyes and moaned. I started stroking his cock with my tongue, wrapping my tongue around him, tickling the ridge of the head, tasting his pre-cum. Kissing the length of his cock from tip to base, I made my way to his balls. He even trimmed for me - what a catch!

  Slowly, I sucked one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it gently with my tongue. His eyes popped open and he gasped, bringing his hand to cup the back of my head. I released the first one and repeated my sucking on the other side. I flicked my tongue over his balls and made my way back up his cock. When I got to his meaty head, I leaned in and took as much of his cock into my mouth as I could, as he moaned. Wrapping one hand around the base of his cock I began stroking his cock in and out of my mouth as he guided me with his hand. Swirling my tongue and sucking as hard as I dared. His breath became quicker and quicker and he suddenly pulled out and said, "not yet." He pulled me back up to him and kissed me, hard, his hand once again finding my pussy which was dripping wet.

  "Are you ready for me?" he asked.

  "I have a feeling I will always be ready for you," I replied.

  "I'm going to try to do this slowly," he said, "but I'm having trouble controlling myself with you." Laying me down, he spread my legs and moved between them. He lay his cock along the length of my pussy and slowly rubbed up and down, coating himself with the juices from my sopping pussy. I jumped a little every time the head of his cock touched my clit. Leaning in closer, he dropped his hips down and used his hand to slowly guide his thick head to the entrance of my cunt. I glanced down and could see his cock waiting to enter me. His strong thighs and arms supporting him, this strong man hovering over me, who wanted to be inside of me. I glanced up and he was looking at me, waiting. We stared into each other's eyes as he slowly moved his hips forward. In just a few inches, then slowly out again, in a little further, then slowly out. Staring at me the whole time. Then, he sank his full length into me with a groan, closing his eyes as my hips moved up to meet his.

  Pressed fully against me, he lay across me, letting me feel his weight. Lifting up a little, he kissed me and ever so slowly began moving his hips back out. All the way, until he was almost out of me, and then he pushed back in again. Out slowly, then in. He began to move just a little faster, with sure strong strokes that pressed the head of his cock along the front wall of my pussy. Never speeding up, he just maintained that pace and smiled at me as my breathing got faster and shallower. I was going to cum again, and hard.

  Pushing my hips into his as hard as I could, I came, moaning loudly. Waiting for me to finish, he chuckled a little and then rolled us over so I was on top. Catching my breath, I slowly began to move. "Good God, woman, you really know what to do with those hips," he muttered. Rocking on top of him, I teased him. Pulling out and then pushing back in again as slowly as possible. Pulling out slowly and then suddenly I pushed his gorgeous cock back into my pussy as hard as possible. He gasped and grabbed my hips as we began to move together. Not as slow as before, but not in a hurry, either.

  The perfect pace, our bodies moving together to get the most friction in all the right places. His breath was starting to get ragged. I could tell he was trying to hold off but he didn't have much longer. I leaned over and kissed him. As I leaned forward his slid a finger back down to my ass. Oh, I was done. Screaming his name, I started cumming, wave after wave of the orgasm crashing over me. As my pussy squeezed his cock over and over again, I heard him moan and felt him cum inside me. His thick cock twitched several times, filling my pussy.

  The loud sound of an explosion made me shake like straws did once it came in contact with a rustling wind. My eyes were forced open, my beautiful heaven crushed into pieces, gifting me the painful hollowness of the reality. I could no longer see Robert, nor could I see the beautiful green meadow where I was laying in his arms. While my eyes kept searching for him, the voices in my head told me that I dozed off due to the weakness and was dreaming. Robert, the meadow, the flowers were nothing but a segment of my imagination.

  Two people who were wearing black cloaks appeared out of nowhere and were slowly approaching towards me. I stepped back as far as I could.

  "See I know nothing about Zack..." I kept murmuring, but they totally ignored me, as if I wasn't even there and walked past me to somewhere which looked like stairs. I stood up and slowly started following those ghostly figures, they didn't seem to mind.

  They went down the stairs and at a point I was so tired that I couldn't walk. I took a halt for two seconds and roamed my eyes around the secret passageway, which like the cave was well lit by lanterns which I guessed were from the Victorian era.

  Crap! What was that? My chest started heaving at the sight of a huge pile of skeletons. No, there were two three different piles. And none of the skeletons were intact, one's head was broken, and the other one had broken ribcage. I began to wonder how many people these evil creatures had killed and Robert was one of these victims.

  Again my ears filled with those unknown words which I assumed was the sound of chanting. I turned to find that the never-ending trails of stone covered stairs had finally come to an end. Thank God!

  Chapter Seventy-Six

  Freya

  I found a very big wooden cabin, it was difficult to see what the cabin really contained as it were filled with hundreds of ghostly figures, wearing the common uniform of shiny black robes. Not only their faces but each and every part of their body was covered in that loose fitting clothing. The curious part of me wanted to find out how they looked like without that covering, what I meant was I wanted to see their faces.

  Eww! the smell of rotten meat was becoming more prominent as I hid behind the wall and tried to see what really was going on
there.

  The environment was kinda dusky, I mean there was a presence of black smokes in the room, which I guessed was the dark soul of Rebecca. Her soul was so powerful that it was impossible to destroy her, maybe the only way to get rid of her would be to capture her in a bottle and throwing the bottle away in a deep sea where it would get lost amidst the waves. I so wanted to do that, but right now I was the one who was captured in her trap. How long will she keep me like this? maybe one day she will get tired and will kill me eventually. I sighed, leaning my head on the wall.

  The dusk began to fade away and I straightened up to witness my first ever Satanic Ritual. Nobody told me what it was but what else these people could do except for trying to please their dear Lord. Huh! the Lord whose aim in life was nothing else than destruction. A part of me was actually feeling bad for these blind supporters. No, they weren't blind, they were blessed with full functional eyes but they chose to close them anyways. I shook my head in disgust.

  The crowd gathered near the giant fireplace which as big as a wall cabinet. The fireplace was crafted from a material which was blood-red in color and had a leafy pattern on it which was drawn from golden paint or was it gold itself? I wasn't sure. The huge pile of fire burning in that made me scare a bit. It could totally engulf anything or anyone.

  The chanting became more and more loud with each passing minute and I had to close my ears with my hand to stop getting a bad headache.

  Then the noise stopped all of sudden and I took a breath of relaxation. "Please let me go, my mom is waiting for me!" the crying sound of a girl filled my ears and I leaned in to see.

  One of the ghostly figures were carrying a teenage girl on his shoulders and she was crying screams of protest. The girl should be in her early 17 or 18. Her blonde hair flew here and there as she threw her arms and legs here and there to escape from the clutches of the man who was carrying her effortlessly.

  The girl was very pretty and was looking like a doll in her pink dress and fair skin. He, or whatever the ghostly figure was, placed the girl near the burning fireplace.

  The girl was crying and begging to be released as her prayers went to deaf ears. The tallest one of them reached next to the girl and the other one threw her into the middle of the big white hexagon drawn in front of the fireplace.

  The tall guy spoke, his voice was deep and echoed everywhere " In the Name of Satan, Ruler of the Earth and Ineffable, Who has created man to reflect in Thine own image and likeness, I invite the Forces of Darkness to bestow their infernal power upon me. Open the Gates of Hell to come forth to greet me as your Brother and Sister and friend.

  Deliver me O Mighty Satan from all past error and delusion, fill me with truth, wisdom and understanding, keep me strong in my faith and service, that I may abide always in Thee with Praise, Honor, and Glory be given Thee forever and ever.

  Accept the life of this virgin maiden and bless us with the satisfaction of your happiness" with this he concluded.

  As he spoke the last two lines, I froze, my eyes were wide open and I was getting jitters all over my body. This was for real, these evil creatures were about to kill that innocent girl.

  "Stop it! Stop this nonsense" I yelled with all my strength while walking up to them.

  They turned to me as pin drop silence filled the atmosphere. "I will not let you kill her" I announced and stood in front of the girl. She grabbed my back with her ice cold hands.

  "We are not killing her, we are sending her to our Lord. She is the lucky one" explained the tall guy who was just reading the prayer.

  "You people are mad! total psycho. Who are you trying to please? the Devil? Trust me he can't do any good, nor can he give you anything. He can only destroy. Just look at this innocent girl, her life hasn't even begun yet and you are all set to take it away from her?" I tried to explain.

  They all howled in protest and the big guy grabbed me by my throat, making my feet rise in the air. I could n't speak, nor could I move and my throat was smashing against the slimy hands of that ghostly creature.

  While the rest of the people present there were acting as spectators only, someone stepped towards us from the very end of the line. "Let her go" he said.

  "No! She abused our lord" howled my attacker.

  "I said leave her alone" cried out the other guy whose voice sounded like that of a human.

  The ghostly creature kept his hold intact.

  Then the other guy raised his left hand, which when had an axe in it. Within the blink of an eye, he raised his axe and chopped out the head of my attacker. His head fell onto the ground and the grip loosened. I too fell flat on the wooden floor.

  It happened so fast that my mind didn't even find the proper way to react to it. I kept staring at the headless body of that creature which now I knew had pale white skin and black blood.

  The crowd went furious and captured the person who had just killed the elder member of their group. With hasty hands, they lifted off the cover from his head and my mouth gaped to pronounce "Zack!".

  Chapter Seventy-Seven

  Zack

  The whole clan of monsters had bound me with their arms. They were all over and all around me. Only a miracle could save me from the tight grip of their dangerous clutches.

  "Who are you? And how dare you enter here and kill our cult-leader" howled an angry monster.

  I swallowed "sir, first of all, your security system is terrible, no, just pathetic. I took a cloak from the garage, there were many of them for your information. I slipped it down and mingled in your group and see no one could spot me" I smirked.

  He howled again, releasing his bad breath on me.

  "Who are you?" he asked again.

  "I am a human, what else can I say? do you want to see my voter id?" I said and began reaching for it but the two guards had held me pretty strongly.

  I tried to steal a glance and look at Freya, just to make sure that she was safe. But she was still in a state of shock and was looking here and there with terror in her eyes. I wanted to reach up and hug her but these people, Arghhh!

  "No, you can't be a normal human, if you were, then you would have been burned into ashes when you entered here without our invitation," said someone from the group.

  "Is it so? damn weird man!" my forehead crooked.

  "And from where did he get the strength to kill a demon?" some of them were chatting amongst themselves.

  "Look dude! I have no personal enmity with you people. The thing is that I really like this girl. Yes, she hates me, I tried to hate her too. When I heard that her life was at a risk, I couldn't stop myself and here I am posing as the hero,and fighting the devil" I winked.

  Maybe they didn't like my answer so they punched right at my chest. "Fuck!" I yelped, the pain was too much man!

  "Zack! are you okay?" Freya screamed from the other side.

  "Do I look okay? Don't talk to me, we are stuck here because of you" I taunted.

  Her face flopped "I'm sorry" she uttered.

  I just kept looking at her and soon the pain was vanished as if it never existed.

  "I knew you will come, either sooner or later," said an ear biting deep female voice.

  Strange, I thought that all the weirdos under these cloaks were men, but I had no idea that these things also had a female version.

  Wait...there wasn't even a person, all I could see was a cluster of black smoke that had somehow taken a human form. It was damn creepy.

  The monsters stepped aside from me and Freya and bowed down their heads to that cluster of black smoke. Maybe she was the Queen bee.

  "See Freya, he's here. Now listen you over smart guy! Give me the light, and I will let you guys leave" she announced.

  "I beg your pardon, did you just say that you only want "light" from me?" I asked in confusion as I walked near her.

  "Zack..she means..." Freya was trying to say something but I hushed her.

  "Shhh..." and I kept my finger on my lips as a gesture for her to stay silent.


  "You have been doing all this drama, attacks and all just to get that?" I made an are-you-nuts face at her.

  "Yes! Now give it to me" she hummed desperately.

  "Okay okay, calm your tits. Ups sorry you don't have any tits" I teased a bit.

  She roared in return.

  "Why so serious, ma...woman," I told and reached for the back pocket of my jeans. I took out my favorite MacGyver lighter and held it in front of her " here you go" I spoke.

  Freya hit her head with her palm and I gave her a what-is-it? expression, in return she shook her head and gave me that you-are-impossible look.

  "What is this?" asked the Smokey figure.

  "A lighter, as in "the light" in your words" I smiled.

  She slapped away the lighter from my hands.

  "How rude man! that was from a rare collection" I protested.

  "I don't like jokes" she hissed like a snake.

  "And I don't like you" I hissed back.

  "Rebecca, I told you. He doesn't have it. You are wasting your time on us" said Freya.

  "Is it so? then you people are totally useless for me and I don't like to store garbage" she said in a powerful voice.

  "I will kill you both, let's start with you, my dear Freya" she said and folded up her hands.

  "Hey..." before I could even protest, a goblet of red fire formed in her hands and when I realized that she was about to aim it to Freya, I ran to her direction to push Freya away. I was no match for the speed of light, I couldn't push Freya but I stood in front of her so that the fire could burn me, and it happened like that only. The goblet of fire took a rest near my beating heart.