Absolutely. Without question. Kyle Logan had thought of it before. A thousand times—bullshit!—a million times. All through his astronaut training, he had pondered the possibilities. It was mentioned more than once in the locker room. It had occurred to everyone connected with the space program, but NASA had tactfully managed to shy away from discussing it. Typical, thought Kyle, checking his control panel as the space shuttle CONDOR moved into a standard orbit above the earth.

“CONDOR, this is Houston. We copy course corrections. Your trim data looks good.”

“What is your new ETA, over?” droned an anonymous voice from Mission Control.

Kyle viewed the proceedings casually. This was CONDOR’S 23rd mission, and her record was the best of any spacecraft yet commissioned. She had a clean bill of health on every voyage. Never once had a launch been delayed due to technical problems on board. She was damned near perfect, thought Kyle.

The same couldn’t be said for the crew. They had earned a bad reputation among those in the know at Houston. They were absolutely professional yet lacked any true sense of the “esprit de corps” to be expected in a crew which worked so closely for so long.

“Houston, this is CONDOR,” voiced Debra Addison, the navigation officer seated next to Kyle. “On our present course, we will dock with the space station in exactly 46 minutes.”

“We copy that, CONDOR. Talk to you then.”

The cabin fell silent. Kyle glanced at Debra out of the corner of his eye. The rigorous training and conditioning had done nothing to make her any less attractive than the first day he had seen her at an indoctrination meeting four years before. She looked good: damned good…and cold as a fish.

Even back then, Kyle knew that NASA would pull anyone from the program if they so much as suspected any inter-astronaut fucking going on. Kyle had tried to be cool and not act on his impulses toward Debra. Even when they were picked for the present mission, he acted nonchalant. No one, not even his friends, suspected he had any thoughts about Debra. His secret was safe, for what little good it was doing him.

Since that first day, every time he saw Debra in her tight-fitting flight suit, he didn’t see a highly trained fellow astronaut who had outscored him on nearly every test the agency administered. In his mind’s eye, he saw a sensuous naked woman taking every thrust of his rocket and screaming obscenities while writhing in orgasm. It may have been only a fantasy, but it had gotten him through those Saturday nights when the girls weren’t buying his pick-up line about being an astronaut.

“Kyle!”

Kyle came out of his trance with a start and looked at Debra who was staring at him with an annoyed look.

“Yeah?” he replied slowly.

“What’s the story on those O2 tanks.”

“We’re good.”

Debra looked at him and shook her head. “Thank you. That was the third damned time I asked you.”

Kyle glanced at the other astronauts. Munro, Bowles, Sterling, and Garnett paid no attention to the pair as they were involved in other duties.

“What the fuck’s wrong with you?” uttered Debra quietly.

“Nothing I can do anything about now,” returned Kyle through gritted teeth.

Debra looked at him curiously but said nothing. Typical, thought Kyle. He probably would have to open the hatch and be blown out into space before she took any notice of him.

Munro, the mission leader, cleared his throat. He was an old Marine. Methodical, boring, and irritating as hell, thought Kyle.

“Alright, ladies, a slight change of plans. After we dock with the space station, Bowles, Sterling, Garnett, and I will go aboard. Logan and Addison will take the shuttle and pick up the GR-7 probe, then bring it aboard the station for repairs.”

“I thought Bowles was going to retrieve the probe,” replied Kyle, not appreciative of the change in plans.

“No way! Last time, we turned everything on in the station, we had circuit problems for 10 hours. I need Billy boy to check the electrical system.” said Munro impatiently.

“I have to run a diagnostic check on the propulsion system!”

“The propulsion system can wait!” snapped Munro.

Kyle realized it was useless to argue with Munro. It was impossible to circumvent those marine tendencies. Kyle returned to his duties with a glum expression on his face. He peered out the window at the earth below. It was still one hell of a sight, he thought.

Turning from the window, Kyle flashed Debra a nervous glance. He hadn’t anticipated being alone with her at any time during the voyage. And now, here they were, about to spend several hours together in space far away from the watchful eyes of the other crew members.

“You know what the problem is these days, don’t you? Everything’s been done!” muttered Garnett as the shuttle edged its way toward docking with the space station.

“There’re no great feats left to do in space anymore!”

“That’s bullshit, Garnett!” returned Sterling with a gleam in his eye. “Think about it. Nobody on record has had sex in space.”

“You mean jerkin’ off don’t count?” asked Munro dryly. This got a big laugh from the others. Debra tried to ignore the conversation as she made course corrections.

“So, what do we got?” asked Sterling. “Neil Armstrong walked on the moon. Big fucking deal!”

“Damn!” put in Bowles. “Can you picture what it would be like fucking in space. Christ! Think of the crazy-ass positions you could try!”

Sterling looked at Debra. “Addison, we could use your input on this,” he asked with a stone face.

“Fuck you, Sterling!” returned Debra, never taking her eyes off the instrument panel.

“Funny you should mention that!” countered Sterling quickly.

“Cut it, people!” shouted Munro. “We’re comin’ in. Stay sharp.”

The shuttle had moved to within a hundred yards of the space station and the crew devoted its entire attention to the docking procedure. Kyle watched as the CONDOR became enveloped in the shadow of the enormous structure.

“Watch your yaw!” cautioned Munro as Debra inched the shuttle towards the docking hatch.

Debra frowned. “Perhaps I should remind this crew that I have docked with the space station more times than all of you combined.”

“Look out, Munro!” said Garnett with a smirk. “Addison wants your job!”

“No thanks! It’s all yours, asshole!” shot back Debra.

The cabin fell silent as Debra eased the shuttle flawlessly into a hard dock with the station. Kyle watched apprehensively as Sterling, Bowles, and Garnett began to climb through the tunnel to the space station.

“You two have any questions?” asked Munro as he made his way to the hatch to join the others.

Debra and Kyle looked at each other.

“No, we’re OK,” returned Debra.

“Alright, we’ll see you at fourteen hundred hours then!”

Munro climbed through the hatch, shutting it behind him. The spacecraft fell silent.

“Well, it looks like it’s just you and me,” uttered Debra after the shuttle had disengaged from the station. “The nice part about this mission is once I get us into orbit, we have about 30 minutes where we just sit back and relax.”

“A good time to catch up on sightseeing, I guess,” returned Kyle, trying to sound as good natured as possible.

Debra looked at him for several seconds with a strange look in her eye. “That doesn’t sound very interesting to me.”

“Oh, yeah? What does?” returned Kyle, avoiding her glance.

“I can definitely think of something. Can’t you?”

Kyle’s cock began to press urgently against the confines of his flight suit.

“I can think of a lot of things,” said Kyle, turning toward Debra and looking her directly in the eye.

Without any hesitation, Debra leaned toward Kyle and put her hand between his legs. Kyle looked down in amazement to see Debra’s hand massaging the outline of his already throbbing cock.

“I think we need to expand the boundaries of scientific knowledge. If we don’t, other people will. It would be amazing, wouldn’t it?”

“That’s true, you’re absolutely right,” muttered Kyle, his voice wavering as Debra stroked his increasingly hard dick.

“This is what you’ve been wanting, isn’t it? Don’t lie,” returned Debra with a glimmer in her eye.

“I’ve been dreamin’ of this since launch. But I thought you weren’t interested.”

Kyle reached for the zipper on her flight suit, but she pushed him away.

“First thing’s first!” she said. “We have to get this crate in a proper orbit. Then I’ll attend to that big dick of yours.”

Debra smiled at Kyle. It was a sly, sexy smile. Suddenly, the cold, functional cabin of the shuttle felt as hot and steamy as a sleazy whorehouse in Paris or as wildly sensual as a five-star hotel suite with a jacuzzi that still has someone else’s cum in it from the night before. Kyle took perverse pleasure in the fact that they were cruising around in the multi-million-dollar equivalent of Dad’s car, preparing to utilize the taxpayer’s money to discover if fucking in space has a future.

Kyle performed his duties with great difficulty. Every so often, he would glance over at Debra as she made course corrections. She had cruelly unzipped her flight suit just enough to reveal a bare breast underneath. Through an incredible concentration of effort, he took his eyes off her promising chest and returned his gaze to the instrument panel in front of him.

“Houston, this is CONDOR,” announced Debra. “We have reached our proper orbit to retrieve the probe. Our ETA is 27 minutes and counting.”

“We copy, CONDOR. Good luck.”

Debra abruptly flipped a switch, and the cabin fell silent.

“Oh, shit,” she exclaimed without emotion as she looked at Kyle. “We’ve lost radio contact. I’ll bet it’ll be 20 minutes before we can establish communication again.”

“At least!” returned Kyle.

Debra unbuckled her safety belt and floated out of her chair. As she drifted around the cabin, she quickly unzipped her flight suit. Kyle watched in fascination as she worked her way out of the overalls and let them drift away. She closed her eyes and ran her fingers down her naked body to her cunt and began to rub her clitoris slowly, watching Kyle the entire time. Before long, her fingers dipped inside as she masturbated. With a groan, she threw her head back which sent her whole body into a spin. She convulsed in orgasm and moaned loudly as she looked Kyle in the eye. Kyle watched in fascination as she swirled around like some X-rated Ferris wheel at the carnival.

Kyle unzipped his flight suit and pushed it aside. His erection leapt to attention in Debra’s face. Without another word, she greedily swallowed his cock as the two astronauts floated freely about the cabin.

Kyle’s legs tensed as her tongue began to work magic on his dick head. It seemed strange to him that he couldn’t push off against anything. Normally, his legs would be pressed against a mattress or the floor, but now they merely drifted aimlessly about.

Debra took her mouth off his hard cock, wrapped her hand around his erection, and began to stroke him furiously.

“This I can’t wait to see!” whispered Debra eagerly as she pumped his shaft.

Kyle knew he wasn’t going to last long. He groaned as a geyser of cum shot out of his cock. He looked between his legs. The pearly drops of cum floated lazily in the air. Debra floated around the cabin, drawing goblets of semen into her mouth as they floated by.

“A new sport is born,” remarked Kyle as he drew Debra closer to him. Wanting to show that he wasn’t some repressed Alpha male, he opened his mouth and sucked in one of the cum spurts as it drifted by him.

They stuck their tongues deep into each other’s mouths, both savoring the taste of his cum. He wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands greedily over her ass cheeks.

“We’re pioneers!” said Kyle between kisses. “What do you think of that?”

Debra smiled. “I’ve always wanted to be famous.”

“You will be now,” returned Kyle as he ran his fingers between the swollen lips of her cunt.

“I’ll call my press agent in the morning,” gasped Debra as her cunt juices lubricated Kyle’s fingers.

“Sounds like a good idea,” whispered Kyle. His cock had sprung to life again, and he rubbed it up and down Debra’s moist pussy lips.

“That’s one small step for man,” he uttered with a smirk as he guided his cock into her welcoming pussy. “One giant leap for mankind!” With that, he sank to the hilt inside of her cunt.

“We have hard dock, baby!” shouted Debra closing her eyes.

As Kyle began to pound his cock into her, the two began to spin over and over in the cabin like clothing in a dryer.

“Harder. Fuck me harder, baby!” cried Debra. “Fuck me as hard as you can.”

Kyle picked up the pace. With a thud, they bumped into a control panel. Kyle nonchalantly extended his arm and pushed the two of them away without missing a beat. As the two writhed in pleasure, they failed to notice that the little red light on top of the cabin’s video camera was now lit.

“Are you going to cum, baby?” panted Debra.

“That’s affirmative!” hissed Kyle, thrusting even harder into Debra’s pussy.

“Your trim is good, your gimbals are good, blast away, baby. Blast away!”

With that, Kyle’s cock exploded, filling Debra with spurt after spurt of hot cum.

“Oh, fuck, yeah!” muttered Debra, coaxing the last drops of jizz out of his cock and experiencing an earth-shattering orgasm as well.

For several minutes, the two held each other as they drifted aimlessly about the cabin.

“This could become very popular,” muttered Kyle into Debra’s ear.

***

Twenty minutes later, Munro looked up as Kyle and Debra boarded the space station. He regarded them with a smile, something rare for him.

“Glad you two decided to stop in and visit!” said Munro with a smirk.

“Probe is secure, sir,” returned Debra.

“So, I guess you guys didn’t have any trouble?”

Kyle looked at Munro with a puzzled expression. “Trouble?”

“Your probe eased into the hole?” returned Munro with what seemed to be a straight face.

Kyle looked at Debra uneasily. He had a feeling that Munro knew exactly what had been happening on board the CONDOR.

“There were no problems,” said Kyle finally.

“Well, good. It’s embarrassing as hell when things go wrong doing that sort of thing,” said Munro with a smile and moved on.

Kyle watched Munro until he was out of sight.

“Do you think he knows?” asked Kyle tentatively.

“If he does, I’ll blow him later. You can watch, if you want. Or you could blow him while I watch. Whatever works,” returned Debra with a sly smile.

“Hi!” The voice came from Sterling who suddenly appeared from behind a bulkhead. Kyle and Debra smiled as he approached.

“You guys did good out there,” said Sterling, putting his arms around them. “I wish I could have been there, let me tell you!”

Kyle and Debra exchanged glances as Sterling smiled at them. Muttering apologies, they left the main deck to change their clothes.

That night, as the group gathered around the food locker to collect their evening meals, Kyle and Debra did their best to maintain an air of indifference toward each other. Sterling looked at the others with a knowing grin.

“Anyone up for some videos of the launch?” he asked.

There was general agreement in the room. Garnett pushed himself over to the video controls and pushed the play button.

Kyle looked up from his chicken sandwich to the small television monitor, expecting to see their shuttle lifting off into space. He froze when he saw not the launch but he and Debra floating naked in the CONDOR.

Debra stared in disbelief as she saw herself on the screen grinding her hips in time with Kyle’s thrusts.

“Gentlemen,” said Munro in a dry, instructional voice. “I think we could learn a lot from the docking procedure as demonstrated by Logan and Addison.”

“I, for one, am very impressed with Addison’s technique,” remarked Sterling with a straight face. “Perhaps some personal instruction would be effective.”

All eyes suddenly turned to Debra.

“I’ve always been a team player!” she said, unzipping her flight suit and exposing her enticing tits to the other astronauts. “Now shouldn’t be any different.”

The others quickly helped her out of her flight suit. Within seconds, their hands were all over her body. As the spaceship careened through space, Debra experienced a sensation she had always been curious about: taking a cock in her pussy, ass, and mouth simultaneously. It’s all for research, she told herself as she launched into several gut-wrenching orgasms.

***

The blackout was beginning to worry Flight Director Wilson at Houston. Mission Control had been out of communication with CONDOR for more than thirty minutes. Something was wrong. He was sure of it. Nervously, he took another drag off his cigarette.

“CONDOR, this is Houston, do you copy?” pleaded one of the men next to him.

“CONDOR, this is Ned, do you read?” cried Wilson impatiently.

Still, no answer came back, only a constant static.

Suddenly, Debra’s voice announced, “Houston, this is CONDOR.”

There was a collective sigh of relief throughout the room. Wilson, however, was more perturbed than relieved.

“Addison, this is Wilson. What’s been happening up there?”

“There was a problem we needed to address. I’ve had my hands full, believe me.” In the background, the muffled chuckles of the other astronauts could clearly be heard.

Wilson smirked and lit up another cigarette. “Did you correct the problem?”

“Yes, sir. Several times, I might add,” returned Debra. “This is one happy crew. CONDOR out.”

Wilson leaned back in his chair and looked at the technician next to him.

“Looks like they’re finally getting along up there,” commented the other man.

“Yeah, well, that’s a first!” grunted Wilson. “When they touch down tomorrow, find out what made the difference up there. Maybe it should be part of the standard training from now on.”

“You got it, chief.”