Date: Tue, 7 Nov 2000 10:09:39 -0800 (PST)
From: Selena Anders <selena33_ca@yahoo.com>
Subject: astronaut 3

It was obvious to everyone that the standard NASA space-toilet
(developed at a cost of over $23 million, an embarrassing fiscal
over-run) would never fit through the passage to the women's quarters.
So it was back to the drawing board; but this time Karen, Sasha, Sharon
and Connie flexed some political muscle by demanding during a live
broadcast that a certain small company get the contract.  The company
was owned by Roberta, a former female astronaut who was the only person
the women on the station trusted.

Sharon and one of the men handled the space walks to install and
insulate the 2" tubing that would connect the toilet to the existing
waste tank, plus the water pipe for flushing.  Meanwhile Sasha and
Connie did the inside insulation of the unit.

Sharon carefully stows her EVA suit as her partner Tom struggles out of
his.  Tom looks at her in her leotard and gives a low whistle of
appreciation, "Not bad, Tadpole."  It is the first time he has seen her
in anything so tight.

"Down boy." Sharon grins and darts out of the chamber, leaving poor Tom
with a last vision of her firm ass, clad in jersey fabric without leg
holes.  As she glides through the Ops center she stops to ask her boss,
Mark Anthony, "Any pressure drop in the holding tank?

Mark turns to Sharon and grins, "We lost about half a pound psi in
urine vapor, but it stabilized.  I think we can live with it.  Nice
job, as long as it holds."

"It will."  Sharon sticks out her tongue at her fellow astronaut, and
before he can return the rudeness she swings out of the room.  Less
than a minute later she propels herself into the huge cylinder of the
women's quarters.  Her three room-mates all hang there in space,
staring at the strange contraption they have just installed.  It looks
like a child-sized western saddle, with a large bulb where the horn
should be and a vacuum-cleaner tube coming out where the pony's belly
should be.  A smaller hose runs to the wall along with the other one,
and there is a long teardrop shaped hole right in the middle of the
saddle.    After gazing at the strange machine, Sharon asks the logical
question, "So?  Does it work?"

"We were waiting for you, before we test it."  Sasha replies.  "We have
decided that since Karen is senior here, she may try it first."

"Thanks a lot!"  There is more than a trace of irony in Karen's voice,
but she moves toward the new toilet.  There is no need to shift
clothing, since she follows the habit of the women in being nude inside
their quarters.

Connie begins to read slowly from the instruction book, allowing Karen
time to complete one step of using the toilet before going on to the
next.  "First straddle the saddle, facing the large bulb.  Now hook
your knees under the lateral bars projecting from the sides.  If
necessary you may adjust their height."

It turns out that the bars are indeed at the wrong height for Karen's
long legs, so Sharon pushes herself gently away from the hatchway to
drift up beside Karen's leg.  She finds it a simple matter to move the
bar 3cm so that Karen's knees can grip them, and Sasha does the same on
the other side.  Connie resumes reading, "Apply sufficient pressure
with the backs of your shins to assure a good seal, with both urethra
and anus over the gap."

The other three women gaze in fascination as Karen wiggles her bum down
firmly onto the saddle, and her heels come back to hold herself firmly.
 Then Connie continues, "As you begin to urinate or defecate, pull out
the large red knob in front of your right thigh, to open vacuum valve."


Karen does this, and the others can hear the flow of urine for some
seconds until she asks, "So now what do I do?"

Connie reads, "When elimination is complete, activate bidet function by
squeezing the bulb in front of you.  Pushing the bulb forward will
direct the spray to your vaginal area, while pulling it back will
direct it to your anus."

Following instructions, Karen grips the bulb.  "Oh!  Oh that's good!"
she screeches as she yanks the bulb back and forth.  A look of total
rapture comes over her face.  She squeezes the rubber knob harder, as
her eyes close and her mouth opens as if to scream in delight.  But no
sound comes out.  Three other beautiful nude women look on in wonder.
One doesn't get to be an astronaut unless one is in excellent physical
condition, and these women all have the extra glow of being
enthusiastic lesbian lovers.

Finally Karen's strong hands have completely flattened the rubber bulb,
and the bidet stream trickles to a halt.  Karen's eyes flutter open,
and she lets out a huge sigh then breaks into a great big grin.  She
looks around at her friends, "Oh!  You've all got to try this!"

"You're not done yet!"  Connie hastily interjects.  "Next, push the red
knob back in.  Then you will be able to pull out the white knob in
front of your left thigh to allow air into the toilet chamber and break
the vacuum seal."

"What vacuum seal?"  Karen asks, wriggling experimentally on the
saddle.  "Oh, you mean the vacuum that's trying to suck the lips right
out of my pussy!"  And with that she follows the instructions to pull
out the white knob.  The resulting inflow of air blow-dries her
nether-lips, slightly tickling them and stimulating her clit all over
again.  As the pressure inside and outside the toilet equalizes, Karen
finds that she is again able to move off the saddle.

"Don't forget to push the white knob back in, and that's the end of the
procedure." Connie finishes reading from the manual.

Sharon stares at the soft red curls that are revealed as Karen drifts
away from the first test of the space toilet.  "Let's find out how good
a job that bidet function does." she says, and gently propels herself
toward the senior astronaut.   Sharon's movements in the weightless
environment of the space station are not only quicker than anyone
else's, but somehow more graceful.  Effortlessly her face glides
between Karen's thighs, her tongue extended to make first contact with
the pouting pussy lips of her lover.  Slowly it slides through the soft
seductive folds, seeking any scent or taste that the use of the toilet
might have left behind.

But all Sharon finds is sweetness, and the pink purity of newly
inspired lust.  "Yes!  Do me!  I'm so ready!" Karen urges, and
willingly Sharon grabs the other's ass to pull her pussy against her
mouth.  Swiftly, what began as an on-site test of engineering
effectiveness became a lesbian lust-fest.  Sharon licked and slurped
from Karen's anus and perineum, exploring the succulent folds of her
pussy as she made her way to the beckoning enlarged clitoris.  As
Sharon's tongue made contact with the base of Karen's clit and began to
climb slowly and luxuriantly toward the peak, Karen arrived at her own
climax as well.

Fuck fluid flowed over Sharon's face, and following an unwritten rule
not to let liquids float free through the space station, Sharon sucked
frantically to be sure she left no droplet uncaught.

Sasha and Connie stare at their two co-workers in unabashed desire,
then Connie turns toward the lovely cosmonaut and says, "You are the
next most senior.  It is your turn to try the toilet next."