Floating in her cabin, deep in the memory of their first night together, Anna was tempted to let her magic bullet carry her away, but she wanted to save herself for him. She wanted to have an orgasm with him. She knew they would have to take as little time as possible together in the washroom, but she wanted to wait for him.
Pulling up her bottoms over her naked, wet pussy, she stowed her toy and then opened her cabin’s folding door. Jacques would follow sixty seconds and knowing he would soon be inside her kept her lips glistened. They had long since synchronized their nighttime bathroom routines with each other’s, so a casual observer wouldn’t notice a minor deviation from their usual patterns. Their being in the Tranquility module between 10:25 and 10:35, brushing their teeth, and using the washroom before bed was such a regular occurrence, it was expected and largely ignored.
Stopping to brush her teeth, Anna greeted Jacques as he entered Tranquility. Opening his toiletry bag Velcroed to a wall, he took out his toothbrush and began brushing. He hadn’t planned to kiss her, but having fresh breath never hurt. He chuckled to himself, just as Anna finished.
Looking at him, she could see the bulge in his pants, and she ached for it. Entering the toilet, she left the door open for Jacques, who was now 10 seconds behind her.
Closing the folding door, the moment they’d waited two-and-a-half months for had finally arrived.
Anna pulled her bottoms down and exposed her bare flesh and the sleeping harness. She left her pants around one ankle and planted her feet in the stirrups on the floor to hold her self down. Grabbing the handholds, she readied herself to receive him.
Jacques, turning, pulled his sweats down, and let his cock float freely. He’d slightly lubricated himself with the water-based ointment they’d been given to protect their skin against the ISS’s dryness. He was more than ready for her.
Seeing her ass in front of him was tantalizing. His state of arousal became extreme as he locked his feet in with hers. Wrapping the exercise band around her waist and holding it loosely in one hand, he guided his cock into her opening as she bent in front of him. Rubbing his head along her slit from behind, it pleased him when he felt her moistened entrance. Working his head in with ease, he gripped her harness with his free hand and pulled her to him.
Anna gasped when he finally entered her. Her bullet had done an excellent job, but nothing could match the feeling of his hard cock inside her. As he drove further in, she luxuriated in the sensation of her folds parting. She had missed him. Once fully seated, Jacques wrapped the elastic exercise band around his other hand and drew her still closer. Wasting no time, he began pumping his stiff rod into her pussy, using the band and harness in concert to bring them together forcefully with each thrust.
Fucking in microgravity took a little getting used to at first, but they quickly adjusted as he thrust against her in a steady and increasingly smooth manner. They’d agreed that he would fuck her until he came, hold in place for 45 seconds, and then they would separate, dress, and depart one after the other, her first.
They could not practice how to provide enough force on each thrust to bring Jacques to orgasm, but things seemed to have worked themselves out using the harness and band. Although never mentioned, she saw her orgasm as a secondary goal behind becoming pregnant, knowing she could finish later in her cabin.
Jacques, a considerate lover, had wanted to give her an orgasm if he could, without jeopardizing her plan to become pregnant in space. He worked hard to provide her with the physical pounding he knew she liked, and if she didn’t cum this time, he was sure they could figure it out.
Now well adjusted to the circumstances, they concentrated on Jacques’ orgasm. Within two minutes, she noticed his animalistic passion overcome him as he gripped her harness tighter. He pulled her body into him harder and thrust forcefully. His raw manliness drew her nearer to the edge of her orgasm, and as she focused on his power, she prayed he didn’t stop short.
Hearing her breath quicken and take on an irregular pattern signaled to him, her orgasm was close at hand. Pleased with himself, Jacques fucked her with abandon, bringing on his ejaculation as quickly as possible.
He knew she was there when she stifled her guttural moan in her mouth and tried to pound her ass back on to him. No longer in control of himself, he buried his cock deep in her meeting her thrusts with his own, until his balls tightened. Clenching his ass as his cum burst inside her, it gave him a release at last.
Coming hard, his pent-up energy from his throbbing cock jetted into her. Drawing back hard on her harness, he held himself in her as his balls pulsed streams of sperm inside her.
Mashing her ass on him, she strove to bury his cock in her womb to ensure his jetting cum marinated her egg.
His grip had caused her harness to bite into her skin. The pain only increased as she writhed against the harness and used his cock to trigger her orgasm. An orgasm that swiftly overtook her. The harness sting and the force of his fucking push her over the edge. The ecstasy she felt rivaled that of their first encounter.
She was delighted but not surprised everything had gone according to plan. Her orgasm receded as the 45 seconds passed. When he finally disengaged, she reached down and pulled her bottoms up quickly to stop his fluid from floating free and coating the washroom with small sticky globs.
Spinning around, she braced her feet once again, and before he knew it, she had taken him in her mouth and was sucking their commingled fluids off his cock and milking him dry. Savoring his taste, she chased down the few balls of cum that had escaped and sucked them into her mouth as he watched.
Looking up at him as she held his bulbous head in her mouth, she could tell he was enjoying the attention. Making sure he was clean before doing up his zipper, she patted him; her pussy was already missing his shaft. He would stay behind and cleanse himself, but she wanted to show her appreciation with her mouth.
“Thank you, Jacques, you were perfect,” was all she said before opening the door and departing. Smiling at her, Jacques closed the door and reached for the baby wipes. Having cleaned himself, he disposed of the waste, ensured the washroom was clean for the next user, and floated back to his cabin, buoyant on the growing warmth in his loins.
Dozing off in his sleeping bag, Jacques was relaxed and confident. There were few firsts left in space for men, but it satisfied him he was the first man to have sex beyond Earth’s atmosphere. Falling into a deep slumber, it would be the best night of sleep Jacques would have on the ISS.
Snug in her sleeping bag, her pussy still oozing cum, Anna thought about what it meant to become the first pregnant woman in space. Mars was a long way away, and pregnancy was not only a risk but would be vital in sustaining a Mars colony. The effects on both mother and fetus would be critical areas of research if Mars were ever going to be anything more than a dream. And she wanted to be a part of that.
Although a western ethics committee would never allow experiments on pregnancy and fetal development, there were still a significant number of questions left unanswered. Going to Mars posed many technological challenges, but the most significant human factor was knowing whether humans could survive the trip at all. Beyond the protective shield the Earth’s magnetic field provided, there were many radiation hazard zones on the path to Mars. Understanding stem cell responses to cosmic radiation under fixed conditions such as on the ISS would allow scientists to better predict what damage any prolonged exposure would cause to human tissue.
She’d discussed the idea with Jacques, who agreed it would shave ten years off NASA’s Mars-based bioscience research. It was unclear that either of them would be punished for devising such an experiment; however, both knew sex was not prohibited on the ISS. Although astronauts were expected to behave professionally and uphold the Space Program’s reputation, they agreed they could do that and have sex. They’d proven it.
Anna also knew she would never see Mars, but wanted to move the yardsticks forward to help the next generation. Knowing that fetal tissue was susceptible to radiation, she devised an experiment to help understand how the tissue was protected inside its mother and would monitor it according to her plan.
Her plan was simple. During the last ten to twelve weeks of the mission, get pregnant in orbit, monitor and chart fetal growth and development weekly, and track her vital signs using the onboard equipment. Once she gathered her data, she’d send it home before returning to Earth. Then she’d have a post-flight abortion and offer the tissue for further research.
Her chance of returning to the ISS was small anyway, so she willingly made the sacrifice believing NASA would ground her permanently. She knew she wouldn’t be fired under the threat of making her story public, so there was no fear of that. It was a story that would be a public relations disaster for NASA in the short-term.
As a Frenchman, Jacques had even less chance of flying to orbit again, which is why he agreed to it. Unlike the Americans’ sentimentality, he knew if the story ever got out, they would treat him as a hero in his homeland.
For both of them, being grounded for the rest of their careers was well worth going on record as the couple to conceive in space.
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