Date: Mon, 16 Apr 2001 20:29:55 -0700 (PDT)
From: Tamara J <yellowjacket379@yahoo.com>
Subject: Astronaut 4

The male astronauts knew better than to interrupt
their female partners in the process of checking out
the new space toilet in the huge empty fuel tank that
served as the women's quarters of the space station.
There are some social taboos that people are not ready
to part with.  What they didn't remember is that there
is no privacy at all in the giant cylindrical cavern,
and they had no idea about the lesbian orgy that
ensues.

Panting heavily from their exertions, the women slowly
drifted apart.  They had had no gravity to fight in
their love-making, but that required much more effort
in grappling with each other to force lips to lips,
and cunt to cunt.  The taste and smell of sweat and
fuck-juice clung to their faces and hair, and they all
realized that soon a better shower was going to be
needed if their secret was not to become common
knowledge.

Sharon drifted over to the hobby-horse, as Karen
instantly dubbed the new toilet, and looked at it
sadly.  It was a wonderful design, for anyone who
could hook her shins under the bars to hold her body
in place.  But without legs, Sharon would never be
able to create the required vacuum seal.  "Don't
worry." Sasha tried to reassure her, "We hold you down
on seat.  We maybe lick your nipples while you pee."

"Thanks, but you can't always be here.  And I don't
want to wake anyone up in the middle of the night just
to use this thing."  Sharon responded.  Life without
legs was not without problems, even in space.

"Don't worry.  I will fix it."  Connie interrupts,
"But I will need a few things from Houston.  I will be
sure they are on next shuttle."

For the next few weeks Sharon buried herself in her
work.  As the leading EVA specialist, she directed
deployment of the space dust counter.  It consisted of
a frame holding an ultra-thin membrane whose job it
was to be punctured by any particle striking it with a
force of a nano-newton or more.  In another 6 months
she would be out collecting the film so it could be
sent back to Earth for the scientists to count and
measure the holes.  The frame was no problem, but
handling the fragile membrane while wearing space
gloves was painstaking and slow work.

One day after stowing her suit, Sharon felt
particularly stinky with sweat.  She made her way to
the women's quarters and slipped out of her leotard,
ignoring Connie and Sasha who were engrossed in a game
of Go.  Sasha was an international grandmaster at
chess, and was fascinated when Connie had arrived at
the station with a steel Go board with magnetic
stones.  Sharon drifted over to the rudimentary wash
station that was all they had in the converted
rocket-fuel tank where she lived.  It consisted only
of a small container where a limited amount of soapy
water could be squirted directly into a sponge, for
someone to wipe herself off.

Sasha looked up from her game, and could tell from
Sharon's abrupt movements that she was upset.  Sharon
was not waiting for each sponge to be saturated, then
wiping herself with vicious swipes.  Sasha reached and
tapped Connie on the shoulder, then pointed over to
where Sharon was grumpily doing a bad job of cleaning
herself.  The Japanese woman understood, and they both
propelled themselves toward their friend.

Sharon was brutally scrubbing behind her neck when
four soft hands closed on her body.  One hand firmly
took the sponge from her, while Connie whispered in
her ear, "Relax.  We have a better way to do that."
Then Sharon felt Sasha's tongue against her lower
ribs.  Connie drifted around and began to lick the
perspiration from Sharon's forehead and eyebrows.
When she got to the eyes, Sharon's eyelids closed and
stayed that way.

Sharon obeyed the command to relax.  She let herself
drift in space as her fellow astronauts treated her to
a thorough tongue bath.  Hands occasionally slid
across her breasts and ass, but they only gripped her
hard enough to hold lips to her body.  All of the
built-up sweat of a long EVA disappeared, the salt
being licked from her body by two tender lovers.  The
erotic feeling of a tongue probing her armpit sent
shivers throughout her body.
----------
Meanwhile back on Earth, an order clerk at Victoria's
Secret looked up from her work, and announced to her
co-workers, "Hey everybody!  You won't believe this,
but NASA mission control has ordered 4 of bridal
garter-belt #5F116-236!  And they want them shipped to
the Cape Canaveral launch center!  What are those guys
on the shuttle doing up there?"
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Connie murmured into Sharon's ear, "Don't worry.  Soon
the shuttle will cum, and we can fix everything."
Sasha moved down to slowly lick away at Sharon's
pussy, holding her face in place by gripping her
friend's slim waist between her fore arms, with her
hands gripping each other across Sharon's flat belly.


Sharon gave herself up to the moment, as Connie drew
her tongue down Sharon's neck, to her upper chest, to
latch onto her nipple.  The three women spun slowly in
the spacious quarters, and if they ever hit a wall,
the pressure of a single finger set them adrift again.
 Sasha and Connie were in no hurry, but their progress
towards Sharon's orgasm was inexorable, and soon the
legless girl was screaming in delight.  Equally
slowly, the Russian and Japanese women backed off,
leaving Sharon to hang in space, more contented than
before.

Connie carefully licked Sharon's cum from Sasha's face
before they returned to their game of Go.

Several days later, the station was abuzz with
anticipation, as the shuttle docked.  In some ways it
was a sad day, as Sasha was due to return to Earth, to
be replaced by a new female Russian medical
specialist.  This new woman was arriving with gear
that had been designed by Roberta, who had also
designed the women's toilet, but nobody was quite sure
what her medical work was all about.  The briefings
had been vague, and the men on the station were fairly
sure they were about "Women's Problems".  Tom, the #2
EVA person after Sharon, had even speculated openly
that since the station had no measurable lunar tides,
the Russian doctor was investigating that effect on
the women's fertility rates.  Mark, the station
commander, told him to stop that kind of talk, as it
was likely to either incite bad behavior or be bad for
morale.

Normally, on Shuttle Day, everyone is everywhere at
once, but on this occasion Sasha was nowhere to be
seen.  'Probably just finishing packing her stuff',
everyone thought.  But Sasha was already well packed.
Instead, she was drifting in the women's quarters,
carefully welding four hooks onto the side of the
hobby horse.

The shuttle carried two kinds of cargo; equipment to
be attached to the outside of the station, and much
smaller packages such as experimental gear and food to
be passed inside the station.  Sharon was hard at work
on the first kind, while the shuttle commander
directed the second.  Mark directed the stowage as
each item arrived.  Suddenly, he was startled to find
a clear sealed plastic package that obviously
contained a number of lacy white garter belts.  The
mailing label addressed them to Connie.  He was way
too busy to think about that, so he stuffed the
package into a storage bin, and would ask later.
The most difficult item to bring into the station came
in several parts, what appeared to be a motor, two
swing arms, and two folding platforms, all just small
enough to fit through the hatch.  Mark simply ordered
them bungeed to the wall of the reception area, to
keep them out of the way.

When all was unloaded, everyone was exhausted, and it
was the end of the station "day".  Even though there
was always someone on duty, it was convenient to stay
on Greenwich Standard Time.  But Commander Mark
decided that not was all over yet.  The gear for the
women's quarters was in the way in the small reception
area of the station, and he wanted it moved.
So all the women except Sharon went to the women's
quarters, while the more numerous men brought the
equipment to the entrance to the narrow passageway.
It would be Sharon's job to guide each item from one
end to the other.  All went smoothly, and under
Karen's direction everything was soon lashed to the
netting that surrounded the walls.  This had to be
done carefully, because while a 80 kilogram piece of
steel has no weight in space, it still has
considerable inertia, and can be lethal.

In the environs of the small space station, news of
anything odd is soon known by everyone, so by the time
everything was stowed, one of the men thought to hand
the last item along to the next, to the next, until it
reached Sharon.  There was soon lots of joking
commentary, but Mark was firm that they could keep
their fantasies to themselves.

Sharon took the final package into the women's
quarters, and carefully closed the hatch.  Karen and
Sasha (mostly Sasha, because she could always switch
over to Russian) were explaining to the new woman how
to use the hobby-horse.  Karen slid out of her light
slippers with the very thin rubbers soles, and tashed
them in a net bag against the wall, then her cover-all
uniform and panties followed.  Beautifully nude, she
glided over and demonstrated the use of the women's
toilet to the astonished newcomer.

"In Russia, we would never have such a thing!" the new
Doctor Irena exclaimed.  "It looks like American toy!"

"Actually, it was made by the same Canadian company
that made your equipment, and they got the job because
they were major sub-contractors on the station's
mechanical arm.  They don't send us many astronauts,
but they are great mechanical engineers."  Karen
replied.

"Da," agreed Sasha, "You need to pee?  If not, you try
it out anyway.  Is part of your training!"

"But..." Irena subsided.  Unlike Sharon, who had taken
to space like a fish to water, the doctor wasn't quite
used to this yet.  Also, she was light and thin,
almost gaunt, while Sasha had months of space
experience and the advantage of almost 15 kilograms
more mass.  Irena made no more protest as Karen
dismounted and pulled off her new station slippers,
while Sasha expertly stripped her of the rest of her
clothes.

As the American and the Russian introduced Irena to
the technique (and joys) of the hobby horse, Sharon
drifted over to Connie with the final package.
"Connie, these are addressed to you!  What use could
you possibly have for garter belts in space?  They are
suppose to keep your stockings up, but half the time
we don't even know what way up is!"

Connie had stripped at the same time Karen had, and
even though Sharon was still dressed in her legless
coverall she drifted up to her, wrapped her arms
around her tenderly, and whispered into the girl's
ear, "They are for you, my darling!"

Sharon was confused, "Darling?  I am your darling?"

"Of course!  It was you who introduced me to the love
of other woman, that day in the VF lab.  And every
woman here has been so good to me since."

This confession had Sharon close to tears of joy, "But
why garter belts?  I don't even have any legs to put
stockings on!"

The Japanese astronaut pulled back and grinned at her
American counterpart, "Perhaps it is just because I
have a lingerie fetish, and here nobody wears a bra."
It was true.  Every female astronaut had arrived
wearing a sensible spandex sports bra, and every one
had abandoned it after her first 'night'.  In space,
your tits never sag.  But every woman still wore
panties, to avoid chafing in the most uncomfortable of
places.  Connie continued, "Now let's get this silly
bag off of you, so we can watch the show."  Quickly
they stripped Sharon, then the two held hands, as with
their other hands they loosely gripped the netting
around the walls.

The two gazed over at where the two most experienced
women astronauts had already adjusted the knee bars,
and Irena was rocking back and forth wildly, clutching
at the big water bulb and squirting its stream of
water back and forth from her cunt to her ass and back
again.  "Aaaaagggghhhh!" she screamed, and Sharon was
glad she had closed the hatch leading to the rest of
the station.  It seemed that in the midst of an
orgasm, Irena was a screamer.  Finally the bulb ran
out of water, and Irena seemed to wilt forward.
Quickly, Karen and Sasha supported her, and instructed
her again on the flushing mechanism.  Irena seemed to
recover her wits, and when the task was done, they
gently guided her away from the hobbyhorse.

Connie looked back at Sharon, "OK, it's your turn."

"But I can't hold..."

"Shush!"  Connie silenced her friend.  Then the
Japanese woman ripped open the package, carefully
withdrew one lacy garter belt, and let the bag with
the other 3 drift away on the mild currents of the
giant old fuel tank.  "Let me." Connie whispered to
Sharon, who decided to trust her friend and lover.
Swiftly Connie wrapped the delicate-looking bit of
lace around her waist, and fasten the hooks behind
her.  "It's like a back-hooking bra."  Connie kept on
talking.  "Just put it on backwards, then move it
around until it is front-ways.  Now cum with me."
Connie pushed off from the netting with now-practiced
ease.  Sharon had forgotten in the excitement of the
moment to keep a hand on the net, so the Japanese girl
propelled her easily toward the hobbyhorse.

Once Sharon had something to hold onto, she was back
in charge of her own body.  If she had no legs, her
arm strength was huge.  Her hand grasped the base of
the bidet bulb, and from the experience of watching
her astronaut sisters use this mechanism many times,
swung herself into the exact right position.  But she
also knew that if she peed, Newton's first law would
take over, and she would drift slowly straight up,
leaving the cabin full of wandering droplets of urine.


Sharon turned to glare at Connie, "Now what?"

Connie smiled, "Now you learn why I ordered you some
garter belts.  If you look carefully, you will see
that Sasha has attached four small hooks to this
beast.  Two are down low, just under where Karen's
knees come, and two are back, almost to the drain
pipe."  Connie floated around the women's toilet,
continuing to explain, "First you do the front left,
then you do the right rear, to keep your balance.
Just slip the garter wires over the hooks, then repeat
the process on the other diagonal.  The garter belt
will hold you down to the toilet, without any help
from the rest of us!"

Having watched Irena's first time just minutes ago,
and with all the suggestive language about peeing,
Sharon found that she did indeed have to go.  The
procedure was drilled into her head and she followed
it perfectly.  But instead of Irena's wild ride,
Sharon was very deliberate. She shoved the bulb
forward, and squeezed hard.  The blast of water
against her pussy lips parted them and attacked her
clit.  "Agh...Agh...Agh"  Sharon's cries were barely
squeaks of passion.  Connie could almost see the smoke
cumming from her friend's ears, as Sharon slowly
forced herself to pull back on the bulb.

Connie grinned, for like Karen and Sasha, she had
taken to using the toilet as a masturbation tool, much
better than a dildo.  She could tell exactly when the
jet of water started to penetrate Sharon's vagina, as
the girl's hands clutched the bulb even harder, and
she closed her eyes and started to moan, long and low.
The bulb continued to collapse, so Connie whispered
in Sharon's ear, "You're almost out of water, so pull
back and do your ass."

Sharon reluctantly pulled back on the bulb, and felt
the jet of water cross her perineum.  The water
squirting on her ass was pleasurable, but not as
intense as the jet on her clit or in her cunt.  It was
the perfect cum-down from her orgasm.

Sharon opened her eyes; and there, just a few metres
away, Karen and Sasha were greeting Irena in exactly
the same way they had greeted Sharon on her arrival.
She glanced over at Connie, and whispered, "Hey, we
could do a pinwheel!"  Connie grinned at Sharon, then
launched herself into the swirling mass of women.
Sharon cried out, "Hey! Wait for me! It took almost a
minute to go through the flush procedure, and unhook
all four corners of her garter belt.  Then she grabbed
the neck of the slowly-refilling bulb, and expertly
sent herself spinning through space into the arms of
the other four women.

It took many minutes of ecstatic pawing and groping,
but ended up with Sharon between Irena's legs,
slurping madly at her pussy, while Karen and Sasha
sucked on the Doctor's tits, and Connie held Irena in
a lip-lock.  The average momentum of each woman's
arrival into the orgy sent them into their own spiral
galaxy, swirling around the center of Irena's navel.

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