Out of this World

Note : This story is completely fictional!

Staz Neely sighed as the docking port engaged with a satisfying “chunk” followed by a whoosh of air as the pressure stabilized between the independent excursion and maintenance module and the main fuselage of the space station. CAPT Staz Neely (USAF) unbuckled the straps which held his body in place in the seat of IEMM, and stretched his arms outward to steady himself as he floated up towards the airlock above him. Firmly grasping the red handle, Staz flipped it downward and pushed the door in, revealing the bright white interior of the space station.

He pulled himself effortlessly into the next chamber where Henry and Nikki were sitting before a bank of computers.

“Well Henry, I’ve transferred the fuel cells to the return module for your trip back down.” Staz said as he reached into a gleaming storage locker and removed an energy bar.

Henry pushed a button on the console, and a data CD was ejected. Henry plucked it out of the slot and slid it carefully into a waiting pouch in a binder stuffed with papers. Placing the binder under his arm, Henry pushed away from the console.

“Thanks, Staz. I gotta’ tell you I can’t wait to get back home. I am getting about as sick of those goddamn bars as a guy can be,” pointing at the half eaten snack in Staz’s hand.

“Well good luck, H. See you in a month!”

Henry threw a casual salute and said “I leave the Station, her crew and cargo in your able hands, CAPT Neely.” And with that he disappeared into the return module airlock. Moments later Staz heard the locking mechanism disengage as the RM launched off of the command module.

The crew of which Henry spoke was Nikki. Nikkita Lermatov was a Russian cosmonaut on exchange, and was stationed on board the command module with Staz, and until now, Henry. Nikki was not a voluptuous girl – nor especially elegant, but she had a compactness, a hearty energy, that was strikingly alluring. Her blond hair was cropped short – as is standard in the profession – but not at all masculine. She had a soft voice – the product of a second language, practiced though it may be – and her movements were sure and swift.

Nikki moved across the command module, to peer through the small porthole along with Staz as he watched the RM engage its thrusters and head home. As she stood next to Staz, he could feel the warmth of her body radiating out from the skin tight jumpsuit she wore as she pressed up against him.

Suddenly she seemed to become aware of their proximity, and pushed back from the window, blushing slightly. Staz pretended he didn’t notice.

Later, after a “wonderful” dinner of microwaved paste, Staz was seated at the console of the command module when he heard Nikki behind him resetting the electrical breakers from the empty RM port so power could be diverted to the ships batteries instead of running the outer guidance lights used for docking. As Staz turned, the breaker slammed home with unexpected force, startling Nikki and causing her to shove herself away from the panel with some urgency.

As she floated across the room she collided with Satz. As they proceeded to disentangle themselves from one another, their eyes met and locked. In that look, the whole of space seemed to melt around them, the stress of life in space, the mounting banality of reserved actions and pleasantries suddenly came to a head.
Nikki hugged Staz about the neck and planted her lips atop his, driving her voracious tongue into his waiting mouth. They stayed there, locked in embrace, feeling the closeness of their bodies, reveling in it. Suddenly Staz began to feel the bulge in his jumpsuit grow, beginning to create a tent at the base of the zipper. Nikki felt Staz’s growing erection pressing against her body. Her eyes widened in surprise, but then a devious smile crept onto her parted lips.

She pressed her hand against Staz’s chest and slid it slowly over the worn cotton of the NASA jumpsuit until it came to rest atop his raging hard-on. Nikki grasped Staz’s shaft through the fabric and began to knead it with slow but powerful motions. Staz took this opportunity to slowly begin unzipping Nikki’s suit and insert his had under the white t-shirt underneath. His rough and sure hand grasped the breast and began to softly caress it, his forefinger coming to rest atop the erect nipple of the left tit.

The two companions broke apart form one another and began removing their garments. Each did so slowly as they drifted about the cabin – the lack of gravity only compounding to the erotic heat which now permeated the ship. Once undressed, Nikki pushed herself across the module - mouth open ready to accept Staz’s ample meat. Staz positioned himself against the bulkhead, his manhood directed toward his Russian companion. Once she had “docked”, Nikki began to gnaw hungrily at the erect cock before her. Staz grasped her roughly about the shoulders and spun her so that Nikki’s mouth swiveled around his dick. She bit down gently causing her teeth to drag ever so slightly across the engorged member.

Satz began to feel himself being hurdled towards ejaculation. Not wanting to blow his wad yet, he quickly pulled out from Nikki’s glorious mouth. She looked at him longingly – pleading with her eyes to feel the rush of semen flood into her – into any orifice – it didn’t matter any longer. Staz would respond to her wishes soon enough – but such an encounter demands reciprocity – oral delight Nikki had given, and so shall she receive.

Staz effortlessly lifted her damp vagina to eye level, and Nikki draped both knees over Staz’s naked shoulders. Staz began flicking his tongue in and out of his lips and around the outer edges of Nikki’s waiting pussy. Finally, his lips came to rest on Nikki’s erect clitoris – he began to suck on it, to flick it with his tongue, to attack it and nip lightly at it like a playful animal. Nikki began to buck on Staz’s shoulders, as the first wave of the mounting orgasm began to course through her quaking body. This time Nikki pulled away and moved to face her partner, the vaginal fluids from her tremendous orgasm covered Staz’s face. She began to lick them of his chin and lips – savoring the flavor of her own love juice.

As she did so, Staz’s hands moved down her supple curves to her soft and creamy buns. He ran his hands across them, letting the middle finger of his right hand slide down the crack and onto the sphincter. Staz depressed gently, sliding the tip of his digit into the vise-like hole.

“Take me now,” Nikki moaned into Staz’s ear, “I must have you inside me. I want to feel your seed in me”
“… and so you shall, my Russian kitten,” Satz whispered back. “…and so you shall.”

Nikki leaned back and spread her silky thighs wide, inviting Staz’s rigid cock to ravage her vagina. Staz placed the purplish head of his member on the outer labia of her pussy and slid it up and down just inside of the opening. Nikki began moaning – pleading Staz to penetrate deeper into her waiting loins.

After what seemed and eternity of anxious tension, Nikki felt Staz’s cock slide in to her vagina. The movement was slow and steady – like a hand into a well fitted glove. She could feel the tip of the American’s cock resting against the opening of her cervix; she began to writhe with intense anticipation of what she knew to be coming.

The movement began slowly and methodically, Staz held Nikki by the hips and sliped her weightless body away and back, away and back again. Each time the thrust was at its height, Nikki would clench her abdomen – gripping the erect member. Soon this erotic floating ballet increased in tempo. Nikki wrapped her legs around her lover’s waist as he attacked her vagina mercilessly. With each impact, Nikki let out a sigh of ecstasy. Soon these sighs turned to cries of abject and unrequited lust.

Staz felt the rush begin to build and grow within himself, his hot swinging balls tightened against his vagina-juice covered body. Savagely he rammed his cock into the soaked pussy a final time – inserting it as deeply and as hard as he could. He felt and electric charge run through him as he came. Nikki screamed with erotic pleasure as jet after jet of hot cum spurted against her sensitive cervix. She bent forward, wrapping her arms around Staz, digging her fingers into his back as wave after wave of intense orgasmic release coursed through her.

They grasped each other tightly – the entire universe focused on that single point. The carnal union – so long in coming, had arrived.
Still gasping, “I need more, Staz,” Nikki sighed “I want you in my ass, pummel it, ravage it, I need it now. Oh god, please”

Moving quickly, Staz complied with her wish. He slid two of his fingers into her cum soaked vagina – and rubbed the slippery liquid onto the opening of Nikki’s waiting asshole. After smearing her entire butt with the fluids of their embrace, he inserted a finger in to the pulsating sphincter – and then another finger, and another. With each new assault Nikki groaned, wanting it more with each passing second.

As he had done minutes earlier, Staz placed his hard-on (which had now regained its former rigid attitude) on the opening. This time however, his passage it was much tighter. He had to rock back and fourth to shove his entire steely member into her ass. With movement, Nikki felt herself moving closer and closer to climax. Staz began pumping his cock in and out like the pistons of a locomotive. Nikki grabbed a hold of a nearby handle with one hand, and began rubbing her clit with the other as the onslaught continued. Nikki’s vise-tight asshole sucked at Staz’s dick with each thrust, drawing it in like a black hole – pulling at his seed toward an inexorable and inescapable end.

“Cum on my face, …please…” Nikki demanded between breaths.

Instantly, Staz ripped his cock from her ravaged asshole, and flipped Nikki around to face him. She seized his dick and began to wank it furiously as it spewed cum. The strings of semen floated lazily in the weightless atmosphere of the station. As they landed on Nikki’s face hair and rock hard nipples, she came again – cum spurting from between her legs as she was rocked by a final orgiastic spasm.

Staz took her by the hand and they floated to the ceiling, where – locked in nude embrace they drifted into a deep and dreamless sleep, breathing the hot moist air – still permeated by the smell and heat of their cosmic tryst.