6 comments/ 18652 views/ 17 favorites Mouse's Maiden Voyage By: Gorza There were times in my life when I thought I was asexual. Sex was never that important to me: my studies and then my career came first. I knew I was never going to be a devoted wife and mother. I never had time for boys, for men. Being a virgin in my late twenties never really bothered me as much as it bothered others. I hated those conversations with friends and colleagues when they would share their stories of their, often disappointing, first times. Now though, when friends talk about how they lost it on the back seat of a car or their parents' bed, I casually say, "Ouai, I lost my virginity in orbit... in space... on board the International Space Station". Then, watching the opened-mouthed disbelief, I add, "It's not easy having sex in microgravity — it took two astronauts to deflower me — but you should see how beautiful it is when a guy ejaculates over you in a weightless environment". My first time, when it came, did not disappoint. I'm glad I waited for it. Let me tell you my story. **** I was born and raised near Caen, in Normandy. I am an only child, ever the tomboy, with tightly cropped brown hair. I love swimming and running, especially competing against and beating the boys. My parents are both teachers, and they gave me a disciplined education. That's how I ended up at the 'X' — the famous École polytechnique in Paris — on their rigorous engineering course. Most of my fellow polytechniciens hated their initial, mandatory military service, required by tradition at the 'X'. I, however, loved the discipline of the time I spent with the Armée de l'air, the French Air Force. When back at the 'X', I was unusual in that I took every opportunity to attend parades and don my grand uniform with its brass buttons, little sword and bicorne hat. My parents had so many pictures of me posing proudly like some extra from a Napoleonic reconstruction. I never thought of myself as pretty or attractive, and I didn't want to be seen that way. I loved my body, thought of it as a marvellous machine, which I honed and tuned to athletic perfection, but I knew I always looked handsome in a uniform. I completed my studies in Toulouse at SUPAERO specialising in aeronautical and space engineering, writing my doctoral thesis on airframe microfractures. After graduation, I leapt at the chance to continue my military commission as an aeronautical engineer in the air force. My spare time was completely taken up with running marathons, swimming, and logging flight hours on a little Epsilon training plane. That's besides my work as an air-force captain and engineering instructor for the Air Force Training Command. I suppose that I was the obvious candidate when the generals wanted an officer to send to the European Astronaut Centre in Cologne, and so I became only the third woman ever to join the European Astronaut Corps. I knew my parents were proud of me; they asked me to visit their respective schools to inspire girls to study engineering and technology. Whether in my air-force officer's service uniform, with its three gold captain's stripes, or in my blue astronaut's flight suit, with the Tricolore proudly displayed on my shoulder, I knew I made a positive impact on those girls' lives. **** My first space mission was a Soyuz ride to the International Space Station as dual-role science officer and flight engineer. I was sent to run batch experiments on stress fractures in microgravity. There were only three of us on the expedition: our commander Cosmonaut Nikolai Kryukov, NASA Astronaut Zachary Myers, and I. Things had got terribly messed up, one cosmonaut had returned to Earth from the ISS with sickness before I arrived. Then the launch of the next Soyuz, with its additional crew, kept being cancelled, for a mix of political and financial reasons. A normal complement of six crew members was reduced to three, and things did not seem likely to change soon. I got on well with Kolya and Zach. Kolya — short for Nikolai — was in command, but laughed everything up into a joke or a game. He was ten years older than I, a former fighter pilot, a lieutenant colonel, and an experienced cosmonaut. His hair was the colour of straw, his eyes pale blue. Zach was just a year older than I, the image of Superman with black wavy hair and shimmering blue eyes. He was intense and serious. He had a doctorate in mathematics, and was a civilian NASA astronaut and flight engineer. They were, like me, both extremely fit — we had to be — but not hulking giants, as the Soyuz TMA-M has serious size restrictions. We spoke English together, laughing at our misunderstandings of each other. As with most Americans, Zach's pronunciation of French was atrocious, and it took me almost half an hour to teach him how to pronounce my name without it sounding weird. Kolya watched and laughed. When Zach got it right, Kolya embraced both us in a great hug, kissing my right cheek and Zach's left, knocking our weightless cluster of friendly bodies off all the walls of the Zvezda Module, at the aft end of the ISS. Zach didn't have to work too hard to remember the pronunciation of my name: instead, he quickly assigned me the English call sign 'Mouse'. I admit that it made sense: I am small, with the slim physique of a long-distance runner and closely cropped brown hair. So, I became 'Mouse', and the name stuck. Kolya's call sign was 'Bad Santa', because his proper name was Nikolai, and he was known for his vulgar talk. Zach was 'Sugar', from how 'Zachary' sounds in Russian, like sakhar. We didn't use their call signs quite so much, but I was always 'Mouse' to them and to everyone at the Mission Control Centres. Even the Russians switched from calling me 'Station 3' to 'Mouse'. I had always enjoyed the esprit de corps at the 'X' and in the air force, being one of the boys. Yet here, marooned with these two loveable idiots, it was like family. Certainly not like living with my parents (who set an alarm to watch for my star flying over Caen for a few minutes every day), but something truly liberating. They gave me some personal space to myself way back aft in the living compartment of the Zvezda Module. My home's name means 'star' in Russian. It had the third best view of Earth from the Station (after the Cupola and the Destiny Module), and it was close to the toilet. I can't tell you how important that second factor is on board the ISS. Kolya moved up forward to the Harmony Module to bunk with Zach. TsUP-M (Moscow Mission Control Centre) was not happy at his turning over of the living compartment of Zvezda to me, but he had told them to "Fuck off!" and let him be a gentleman. Zvezda was the most beautiful place I have ever lived, despite the limitations of it being in a minimalist microgravity environment. Various cosmonauts had left little mementoes around the living compartment. I'm not religious, but I loved the postcard of an old Russian icon of the Virgin and Child — Kolya called it Vladimirskaya — that had been left stuck over the bunk. The benevolent smiles had a calming effect on me. I too was a virgin, and I felt myself still to be a child in many ways. Even with all the training I had received, weightlessness, orbiting the Earth once every hour and a half, and sixteen sunrises and sunsets a day took a lot of getting used to. Eating out of plastic packets, and washing with water jets and hygiene wipes was not at all glamorous. Then there was the disorientation when you float into a module and slowly realise that the floor is really the ceiling. I never had too much time to ponder as our schedule was packed. We carried out the tasks normally assigned to a crew of six: ESA checked in for results from my experiments, while Kolya would casually ask me to take on increasingly difficult duties as his second flight engineer. Perhaps it's because they accepted me as one of the boys that they didn't filter their conversations. Kolya and I were in the working compartment of Zvezda talking about aligning the solar panels so as to reduce orbital drag. We contacted TsUP-M to discuss our plans, and awaited their response. Our conversation meandered. "Mouse, if you ever need recommendations for best prostitutes in Moscow, you ask me, OK?" Kolya steered our talk into new, unpromising territory. "You remember that I'm a woman, don't you?", I shot back. "Ah, well, the good ladies are all bisexual now", he replied wistfully. "Is Bad Santa giving you all the lurid details of his sex life again?" Zach commented as he floated in through the transfer compartment. "And you, Zach, you know the prostitutes of Kansas?" I goaded him cheekily, showing him I was one of the boys, and not letting myself be outdone by Kolya's bawdiness. "You know full well that I'm from Chicago, Mouse. And, no, I'm not that kind of guy." "Go on, my Sugar, tell her your very sad tale about how your penis is turning into raisin", laughed Kolya. Zach's face reddened and he looked away. "If you don't tell her, I will!" Kolya toyed with him. "OK, you bastard. So, my fiancée left me right before I came over to Baikonur for the launch. That's all there is to tell. Are you satisfied?" Zach replied hurriedly. "There", I snapped back, "The ridiculous way you say fiancée: it sounds so funny when you try to speak French. Why not say the English word?" I teased him. I had learnt never to relent when it came to teasing comrades. "That is the English word!" he shot back. Then he tried to shift the burden onto me. "So, Mouse, is there anyone back home for you to share a candle-lit camembert and vin rouge with?" "Certainly not, I have no time for frivolous relationships", I returned in a matter-of-fact way. "Not an old boyfriend you hook up with when you're back in Paris then?" Zach continued the questioning. "But no, I am not someone who has boyfriends." I was starting to get uncomfortable. "Heh. So it's girls you like?" proffered Kolya rather bawdily. "I am not a lesbian, Kol", I shot back strongly. "But there must have been someone: a crush, a first kiss... a someone", Zach searched and needled. This always happened: no matter how hard I played the game of banter, I had to take more than my fair share. "Come on, Zach. Look at me: I'm an engineer. I don't do the fluffy stuff, I don't do sex", I said, hoping it would stop the conversation. Kolya jumped back in, exclaiming, "No sex! There must have been some lucky bastard who stole the virginity of our Engineer Mouse". I was wrong, my attempt to close down the conversation took it instead to the place I dreaded. I gritted my teeth and told them, "Evidently not, I am a virgin, OK?" but I knew that was never enough. "What? You never make fuck?" was Kolya's delightful take on the situation. "Are you some, like, kind of nun, like Joan of Arc? I thought you Frenchies were always at it!" was Zach's attempt at demonstrating cultural understanding. "I think it is not important, OK? I do not want to be someone's wife or a mother with a baby. Merde! I am an astronaut: is that not enough?" I angrily explained my position, my deeply held life choices. "Each to their own — I suppose it makes sense", said Zach, who clearly couldn't make sense of it. "You really never make fuck?" was Kolya's still uncomprehending expression. "What about with kissing?" he asked. "No, I cannot say that I truly kissed a boy", I replied. With that, Kolya launched himself across the compartment to deliver a playful kiss on my lips. His kiss was more brotherly than sexual, except the microgravity meant that his movement flattened me into the wall of the compartment with him on top of me. All three of us suddenly felt rather uncomfortable about the situation. The communications relay beeped. A Russian accent broke the air, "Moskva to Station. Mouse, you have permission to carry out realignment of solar panels". I broke away and pushed towards the relay. "Moskva, this is Station. We are ready to realign the panels", I confirmed. "I'll need to hand over some computer functions from Harmony, Mouse", declared Zach. With that, he and Kolya pulled themselves into the transfer compartment that connected to the Zarya Module and floated forward through the length of the Station. **** That was by no means the end of it. The next morning we took a break together in the Harmony Module. Zach returned to our earlier conversation. He obviously couldn't get his head around the fact that I was a virgin. "Mouse, have you never thought what it might be like to have a relationship; do you never think that it might be fulfilling, that you're missing out on something?" My heart sank as I realised that we were back to talking about my non-existent sex life. "Hmm", Kolya ruminated, "You don't feel something in your little pussy that makes you want to", he searched for words, "to fill it?" I felt embarrassed by the physicality of his description of me. "I think that I have learned to block those emotions", I offered. "This is not good. We — our Sugar, I, of course, and even you, little Mouse — we are animals; we need to fuck. If we don't fuck, we die", Kolya said as if this were a proven medical fact. "I think what he means is that there's a deep human instinct for sexual intimacy", added Zach. **** That evening, I prepared for sleep, all by myself in the Zvezda Module. I moved into the area between the living and working compartments, to the large observation window set into the floor. I watched the Earth speeding past below me as I orbited it at around 27,500 km/h, yet all was serene. I delved one hand into my shorts and stroked ma petite chatte. Holding onto the frame of the window with one hand, I floated, lying suspended in space, masturbating over the Earth like a goddess. I had a private, quiet, rare orgasm there — I 'rejoiced', as we say in French. The Mother of God continued to smile benignly upon me, but I hoped that my parents were not looking for my star at that moment. It was so beautiful, but I knew I was missing something. I closed the cover on the window, and I slept well. **** The next morning, I knew I had to raise my feelings with my friends. "Guys, I think that I must lose my virginity", I put it out there. Zach coughed, almost choking at my directness. "You see, I am always pragmatic, not romantic. I need no candles and dinner, but I feel that you guys are right, that something is missing from my life", I told them. "Bravo! It is never too late to begin", said Kolya. "I masturbated last night, looking at the Earth", I told them without shame. "Too much information, Mouse!" cried Zach in his American squeamishness. "You and I are in same club, Mouse. I masturbated twice this week", added Kolya, "Ejaculation can be problem here; very messy, unless you prepare for it". He looked away almost wistfully, "But I catch my little submarines in bag, and put them on board Progress to burn in atmosphere and fall in ocean. Way to go!" He pumped the air in a mock sport's cheer. We were all used to Kolya's vulgarities by now. "Messieurs", I began solemnly, "I have a proposition for you", I told them with renewed confidence. They looked at me intently. "I have decided that I want to lose my virginity in space, looking at the Earth through the window." It took a surprisingly long time for them to realise that there were only two men who could possibly help me out. "You want to do it here?" said Zach, "What will Houston and Moskva say?" "They need not know everything", I responded, certain that some privacy could be retained. "So... you want one of us to... fuck you?" said Kolya with surprising caution mixed in with his usual tone. "But yes, of course", I replied, somewhat confused by how slow they were to respond. There was silence between us. Zach was clearly uncomfortable, Kolya slowly beginning to relish the thought. "At the observation window in Zvezda?" Kolya continued. I nodded, thinking of the place where I enjoyed caressing myself to orgasm last night. Zach interjected, "Wouldn't the Millennium Falcon be better?" The 'Millennium Falcon' was his name for the Cupola Module, a seven-window observation dome with the biggest windows in space. It did indeed look like the cockpit from the Star Wars films. Diving into the Cupola was like hanging underneath the Station, exposed to space, and open to the blue curves of the Earth. "My dear Mouse, you are my good friend and colleague. It would be honour for me to help... well... educate you, but are you sure?" said Kolya eventually. "What do you think, Zach?" I asked. "I think you're nuts, Mouse", he replied. "Of course, I understand completely if you do not want to have sex with me..." I thought that his former fiancée must be far more attractive. "No, that's not it. I think you're great. As Kolya says, it would be an honour. It's just a bit... well, you know... weird, that's all", answered Zach. "Wonderful! But, Mouse, you have not told us who you want to help you", declared Kolya. "I don't mind. You're both my friends", I told him. "So, shall we toss a coin for it, or is that... a little insulting for you?" Kolya responded. Zach pointed out, "You can't toss a coin fairly in space". "Are both of you happy to do it?" I asked hesitatingly. Kolya nodded a little too eagerly, "Of course. Of course". "Zach?" I asked. Zach struggled to find words, saying, "Well... if this is something you want... it sounds like a beautiful idea: to lose it in space. Well — fuck it — yeah!" "So, we draw lots to see who does it?" I suggested. "Wait, a minute!" declared Kolya, "We must plan this properly. You cannot do this like bureaucracy". "What is it that you mean?" I shot back at him. "Well, when I want to give... err... pleasure to woman, I make minet to her first", said Kolya, "You deserve that". I understood the French word minette, but Kolya clarified. "I mean cunnilingus." "Eating pussy", added Zach, not wanting to get left out, and getting braver. I squirmed inside my clothes, a sensation only possible in microgravity. I could feel myself becoming aroused at these men discussing having oral sex with me, and I knew I wanted it badly. I blurted out, "Yes, I want that". Zach continued, "Would it be rude to suggest that we share, I mean, one of us eats you out, and then the other one pops your cherry?" I thought about it. I couldn't imagine doing this without both of them: we felt inseparable. "I want you both to be with me", I said, "We cast lots to see who gets the two jobs? I want to do it tonight in the Cupola, after we finish our daily duties". They nodded, somewhat solemnly. Then Zach passed me a small velcro loop that we use to fasten objects to surfaces or ourselves. "Put this behind your back and hide it in one of your hands. Then ask one of us to pick, to see who is the lucky one." I put my hands behind my back and toyed with loop, passing it back and forth between my hands. "Wait!" interrupted Kolya, "If I choose right, do I get to make minet or to make fuck?" "Who chooses the right hand chooses which role they will play", I told him. I was the referee of my own virginity. I continued moving the loop between my unseen hands: was I being gauche, or was I doing the right thing? Both were true; it didn't matter. The loop slipped into my left hand and stopped there. I drew my clenched fists out and offered them to Zach. "Choose", I told him. Zach scanned my eyes to check that this was for real. Then he looked to Kolya, who nodded back at him. He inhaled sharply, and tapped my right hand, which I opened to reveal nothing. I held my left hand out to Kolya, and slowly opened it, letting the loop float out of my palm. Mouse's Maiden Voyage "Fuck!" exclaimed Zach in disappointment. "So, I choose?", asked Kolya. I nodded, suddenly feeling less powerful as I handed him the decision. "Do you have hair?" he asked. I pushed my hair behind my right ear with my hand. Then I understood what he meant. "Of course!" I exclaimed indignantly. "I like shaved pussies", he said wistfully, "I decide to let the Sugar make cunnilingus with you, and then I have high honour of taking my Mouse's virginity". His words were like a bullet through my abdomen. It was real; it was happening. I blurted out, "After duty, come around to Tranquility". I turned, propelled myself through the open hatch, and swung myself into the Columbus Module to my rack of experiments. I grasped the handles attached to the payload rack, and took a series of deep breaths, trying to slow my raised heartbeat. **** The rest of the day was ordinary: carrying out various tasks, talking with the Mission Control Centres, and documenting the experiments. When all was done, I swam back aft through the Station. Zvezda hummed quietly to itself, far too big for me alone. I stripped off my polo shirt, trousers and socks. I propelled myself to my observation window, and caught the reflection of my slim form in grey-marl vest and knickers floating over the Earth. I wanted to be in my underwear ready for my colleagues, to give myself less of a chance of backing out. I wiped my hands and face of the day's grime. Then I pulled myself forward again through the Station, swinging through the port hatch of the Unity Module into Tranquility, where the Cupola sat like great nipple on the nadir berth, pointing down at the Earth. It wasn't long before I heard a knock on Tranquility's open hatch. Kolya was floating just inside Unity with Zach beside him. "Permission de monter à bord, madame le capitaine?" announced Kolya jokingly. "Accordée, mon colonel", I called welcomingly. Kolya then Zach pulled themselves into the module, spreading out to settle on opposite sides. I sensed their eyes on my body, and I felt the nipples of my small breasts nuzzling through the cotton of my vest. Zach had the same idea and had also stripped into his matching grey two-piece underwear. I glanced at the slight bulge in his shorts, and I wondered whether I was ready to do this. Kolya was still in his flight suit. Kolya turned to me, "My Mouse, we have been talking, and..." he turned to Zach, gesturing that he continue for him. "Er... well, you see the physics of it — sex in microgravity, I mean — it can be difficult", said Zach, taking over, as if he was an expert in space sex. He glanced back to Kolya who was illustrating the issue by making a pistoning motion with his clenched fist and forearm. "So", Zach gulped and continued, "We reckon the easiest way to do this is for one of us to hold you and anchor you to a surface, while the other one... well, you know". I nodded nervously, and brushed my hair behind my ear. I needed him to stop talking and to get this started, before I changed my mind. "Zach, kiss me", I panted hungrily, my belly doing flips inside me. After a moment of hesitation, Zach pushed himself across the module. I braced myself for his impact against me. We turned and twisted around each other, holding onto a handle above our heads. His free hand ploughed my hair, while I placed my palm on his athletic, beating chest. Our eyes locked, and we kissed slowly and beautifully. I wrapped my legs around his waist so that we didn't move apart. I closed my eyes and kissed him again. It felt like diving into the pool and wriggling through the water as far as possible before coming up for the first stroke, the first breath. I broke away from Zach's warm lips, sucked in a breath, and applied a little pressure to his chest through my palm. He released the handle and floated slowly away from me. I released my hold, inhaled again, and pulled my vest over my head. Microgravity and my small, round breasts meant that I didn't feel the need for a soutif, a bra. In fact, the microgravity seemed to make them perkier than ever. A shiver went through me, and my nipples stiffened. I let go of my vest, letting it shimmy away to my side. I took hold of the handle again, and my outstretched arm pulled my breasts even higher. I beckoned Zach back to me, and we were soon kissing once more, his hands engulfing my breasts, massaging them. My arousal surged from deep within my utilitarian knickers. I pulled myself away from Zach's lips to gulp down a breath. He kissed my neck, and my skin tickled with static electricity. He moved to my left nipple and began to suckle on me. I felt warm, serene. I looked up to see Kolya smiling at me from across the module. He had unzipped his flight suit to the waist, but hadn't stripped any further. I beckoned him by cupping my right breast. "Viens!" He needed no persuading as he slid into the wall beside me. With my free hand I took his shoulder and eased him down onto my right breast. The two men suckled greedily at my breasts. I threw my head back, and pushed my chest into their waiting mouths. My free hand stroking the embroidered white-blue-red of the Russian flag on Kolya's shoulder. I luxuriated in their mouths and hands on me for a long time. I was realising the pleasure of what I had been missing all these years. Eventually, Zach moved off my nipple to kiss me gently on my lips. "Are you ready, Mouse?" he whispered tenderly. My body rippled from my virgin pussy out to all of my fingers and toes. I nodded at him, and my hand moved into the straw hair on the nape of Kolya's neck, who continued to suckle from me. "I'm going to take your panties off", Zach continued. I nodded again. "Hold her steady for me", he said to Kolya. Kolya moved off my taut, saliva-covered nipple, and moved behind me. He anchored himself with one hand, and wrapped his other hand around my ribcage. "You can let yourself free, my Mouse", he whispered in my ear. I released my grip on the handle, floated out a bit, only to feel Kolya's arm holding me firmly to his chest. Zach's fingers were looped into the waistband of my knickers, around the hips. As he tugged, my legs were pulled up and out, pitching up into the centre of the module, with Kolya holding me, behind and below. I looked down along my body, over my little breasts, heaving with arousal, to see Zach retreating down my thighs with my knickers, revealing the thick tangle of my dark pubic hair. Kolya's fingers toyed with ma touffe, my tuft. "I think my Mouse needs a haircut", he suggested. "Real women have hair", I told him. His hand skimmed back over my belly, to cup my little left breast, obviously a territory in which he was more comfortable. Zach pulled my knickers over my feet and I watched him float back across the module, clutching his prize like a naughty student who had raided the girls' changing room. Kolya nibbled my right earlobe. "It will take more than a little forest to stop me fucking you". My body quaked with arousal, and I emitted a deep, audible sigh of pleasure. I felt Zach take hold of my knees. The impact pushing my naked body more into Kolya's flight suit. "Kol, take off your jumpsuit", I said huskily to him. He clamped his thighs around my hips, so he could still hold my naked frame while he pulled one arm then the other out of his flight suit. His bare arm, covered with fine blonde hair, encircled me again, and he moved his legs away to wriggle out of the suit. Zach was kissing the tops of my thighs, with one hand holding my knee, and the other curling his fingers into my tuft. Kolya completed the difficult feat of shifting out of his flight suit, and pulled himself firmly into my back. I felt the power of his chest against my back, and the bulge of his cock against my derrière, transmitting its heat through the fabric of his underwear. Kolya massaged my breast, and brought his mouth to my ear. "My little Mouse, you must open wide for him if you want your present." I slowly opened my legs into a 'Y' shape. Zach wriggled to keep hold of me, and seized my hips in his hands, pushing his face into my belly. I felt his warm breath fogging my skin, gently chafing the turn of my mound with the neck hem of his t-shirt. As I held myself open between my comrades, the filtered air of the module enveloped my exposed sex, and I knew I was hot and wet. Zach kissed down my belly, through my tuft, and over the head of my valley. Warm sensations rippled back and forth through my body. When his lips reached the top of my pussy, I quivered in Kolya's arms. Zach gently kissed all around my naked, open crotch, and I met each kiss with trembling. He then kissed up and down my pussy and my bodily reactions continued for each and every touch. Then I felt his tongue make one long, curled lick against my outer shutters. I threw my head back onto Kolya's strong shoulder and emitted a cry, sigh, moan and gasp all rolled into one single, primal vowel. Realising my hands were free, and I was being tethered masterfully by Kolya, I wove the fingers of one hand into Zach's hair as he lapped at me a second time, then a third time. I threw my other hand back against my forehead in an attempt to retain composure, and then slid it back behind Kolya's neck. Zach's tongue eased passed the shutters of my little house and pulled up, lathing the edges all the way to the top. I shuddered and moaned without being able to control myself. I felt Kolya's bulge nuzzle my ass, now harder, more obvious. "I have stoyak... a pole for you", he whispered lewdly in my ear. I stroked his neck. "Oui... ah oui!" Zach moved position on me, curling one arm under around my waist and clutching the opposite hip. He went into a positive yaw over me, before steadying himself with a hand on my thigh. He quickly regained his position and continued lapping my pussy, pushing the apex of his tongue slightly deeper into me with every turn. Then Zach edged a licked finger into me in graduated steps. I tried to control my breathing and relax myself to admit him. His finger began to slick in and out of me, well lubricated by his saliva and my wetness. He began to lick me again, above his finger, and I felt him begin to coax my bud from her hiding place. I find it difficult to describe how it felt to float naked in microgravity between my two friends as they held me and gave me pleasure. My body relaxed, and allowed Zach to work me into higher states of arousal. I kissed Kolya with my gasping, open mouth, leaning into him, feeling his cock against me. Zach removed his finger, reapplied saliva, and assigned two fingers to my joy. My virgin passage strained to accommodated him gladly. I knew it was unlikely he would make me bleed anyway: I was a long-distance runner in my late twenties, and well past virginal bleeding. Zach showed the kind of endurance necessary in an astronaut, grappling me around the waist and working hard in a low-oxygen environment. He had licked my little bud free of its hood, and I squirmed in Kolya's arms as Zach circled and tapped it with the tip of his tongue. As he did so, his two fingers mined me more hurriedly. I knew my little body was searching for a way to come to orgasm, but I did not want to come as a virgin. I tapped Zach's scalp gently, and he looked up, along my body. "Merci beaucoup, Zach, thank you", I sighed at him, "I think that I am ready for Kolya". I knew that I was very wet and a little stretched, and I hoped that it was enough. Zach propelled himself up me, his hardness grazing my leg. I pulled him to me, and kissed him hungrily, tasting my musky flavour on his lips. I plunged a hand lustfully into his shorts and caressed his stiff cock. "Merci", I whispered into his mouth, and he answered me with guttural sigh. I ministered to him for a couple of minutes of gratitude, before turning to Kolya and saying, "Kol, I want you to deflower me. I think that I am ready". A myriad thoughts rushed my mind, and I remembered something that, in my anxiety, I had forgotten to say earlier, "Do you have a préservatif?" "Hah!" Kolya erupted with a belly laugh that vibrated through me. "No, my Mouse, I not expect to need prezervativy in space". I had already thought that they might not have any condoms, and knew what I needed to say. "Kol, promise me that you will pull out of me, don't come inside me", I requested awkwardly. His mouth was against my ear. "Trust me, good pilot always knows when to pull up." He must have quickly realised that reassurance was better than bravado, and said, "I understand". I released my hold on Zach's cock, and knew that they were silently nodding manoeuvring plans to each other. Zach slipped behind me as Kolya pulled away. As we moved into this new docking configuration, mine and Zach's bodies rolled and yawed, anchored only by his grip on the handle. As our motion came to rest, I turned to watch Kolya peeling off his white t-shirt to reveal his toned physique. The elongated bulge in his matching white boxer shorts was unmistakable. My heart raced as he pulled them off his taut body. His fully erect cock proudly danced in the microgravity, and I wanted him. Kolya let his underwear float away from him, and leant into the opposite wall, pumping his cock slowly with his hand for me to see. "I want you make my khuy wet with your mouth, my Mouse", he demanded. He propelled himself across the module, my eyes transfixed on his cock. In an awkward configuration he propped himself so that his cock hovered near my face. I stroked his length with the knuckles of the back of my hand, and could feel him delight at my touch. I copied him, by curling my fingers around his warm flesh and gently pumping. I drew a sigh from him, and I felt powerful. All the while, Zach was underneath me, kissing my shoulder blade tenderly, caressing my left breast, and grinding his cock into my hip. I manoeuvred Kolya above me with his joystick, and pitched my mouth up onto his delicious cock. Not knowing what to do, I kissed and licked and sucked, guided only by the wistful sighs of my pilot-cosmonaut. I made sure to slather his length with copious saliva to make him ready for me. Eventually, Kolya moved around me, his glistening cock retreating, so he could hold my gaze. "My dear Mouse, are you ready?" I nodded. There was no way I wanted to back out now. "OK. I enter you very gently. If you want me to stop, shout 'stop', OK?" I nodded again. He then had a wicked grin on his face. "But if you want it harder or faster, you say it." I appreciated his giving me control: he was an expert who must have fucked many women, and now he was going to fuck me. With his hands, he walked down my body, taking time to kiss and nuzzle the sights on the way, sucking both my nipples, and tonguing my bellybutton. He grasped my hips, and I felt the tip of his cock nudge my entrance. "Mouse?" "Oui. Yes. Do it!" I urged him. I felt the head of his cock ease me open. Kolya was being tender and gentle with me. Although Zach had stretched me with his fingers, a greater expansion was now needed. Kolya pushed in a little bit further, and I tensed up at the tight intrusion. I let out a grunt and my head lolled back, accidentally bumping with Zach's head. Zach held me fast, while Kolya grazed the lips of my entrance back and forth with just the head of his cock. It felt delicious. Kolya asked, "Does that feel good?" "Mmm..." I nodded. Kolya paused, and then slowly pushed into me, going deeper. I felt myself opening to him as he tunnelled me. Every fibre of my being was engaged on his cock. He retreated from inside me, and then returned a little deeper, retreated and returned. "Bravo, my Mouse is not a virgin any more!" Kolya declared. Zach kissed the side of my left cheek from behind my head. "Take me to the Cupola", I requested. Kolya plunged deeper into me, making me moan wildly. Then, with our six hands, we walked and pulled our way head first into the cosy metre-and-a-half extension on the underside of Tranquility. All the way, Kolya's length was locked inside me. As we dived down into the Cupola, Kolya pushed the lever and we were bathed in sunlight as the shutters moved robotically from the outside of the seven large, clear windows. There below our heads was the Earth in its marbled glory, as we arced around the west coast of Africa. I gazed down upon it, a view that always moved me. Our heads and shoulders were now suspended in this beautiful bubble, granting us a 360° view. Kolya now seemed to be below me, and Zach above, but then I realised that these relative positions were meaningless as we clustered together in microgravity. Kolya slowly drew himself back from inside me. Then he plunged into me again. "Ah oui!" I breathed, my neck strained up, my eyes on the planet below. Kolya slowly repeated the action again, and again, while Zach massaged one breast and then the other, his lips moving on the nape of my neck. Warmth flooded my body, and I found once more the serenity I sought. "Kol, I want faster", I breathed. He grinned at me, and gave a quicker thrust of his cock into me. "Ouff!" I was being fucked. I was being fucked in space, fucked into space. My once-virgin cunt was being stretched as never before. I curled my legs around Kolya's waist to hold him to me, without realising that I was presenting myself to him for deeper penetration. Kolya's hands moved to my shoulders, and he pulled himself into me, fucking me deeper than before. "Nguuuh!" I mouthed at my impalement. My heart raced, my body tensed and I threw my head back. Before I knew what had happened, Kolya gave me a second profound thrust. "Uuuh!" I cried. It was too much, I began to unwind my legs from Kolya's waist. Then I stopped, my mind was overcome by my body, and instead I tightened my grip on him. I willed him to fuck me like that again. He did. I moaned, clenching my eyes shut, only opening them to see my beautiful world below me. I realised that mon clito was fully exposed to him: there was nowhere to hide from the intensity of his ravishing. He fucked me again. I was washed with pleasure, getting more used to his strokes deep into me and his impact on my defenceless bud. Again he delved me, and again. I knew I needed to push myself further — test myself — just as I do when I run marathons. My mouth was dry, but I begged him, "Fuck me harder, Kol!" "O da, my Mouse!" I felt his grip tighten on my shoulders, and he propelled himself into me with force. "Fuck!" I screamed. He pounded me again. "Fuck me!" Harder, faster and deeper, he plunged into me. "Baise-moi!" In space, no one can hear you scream your most base desires, and so I mouthed my obscenities into the confessional of the velvet void. My whole frame began to tremble, as Kolya repeatedly fucked me so deep and hard that I couldn't think. My body didn't stop trembling, but began shaking violently under Zach's restraining arm. I felt an involuntary spasm make me clamp myself hard around Kolya's cock. I trembled and groaned. I realised what was happening, and I screamed, "Je viens!" to the planet below me. I came harder and stronger than I had ever experienced before. As I wished, my eyes were fixed on the world floating below. My mouth was opened so wide that I could swallow it whole. The tremors continued to flood my helpless little body, but Kolya didn't relent from fucking me. My spasming pussy only slightly hampered him, his grunting showing that it served to increase his pleasure. I wanted to tell him that he could stop, that I had come, but couldn't say it. He continued to fuck me deeply with a ridiculous smile on his face. Mouse's Maiden Voyage A few more strokes into me, and Kolya suddenly pulled his cock out of me hard. The sensation of immediate withdrawal was intense. It sucked my breath from me, leaving me with a void, a vacuum, between my legs. Kolya held my shoulder with one hand and reached for his swaying, swollen cock with the other. I watched in fascination as his cum came in hot, creamy spurts onto my belly, and pirouetted across it in the microgravity. Happy and breathless, Kolya pulled himself onto me and kissed my nose. "Merci, my Mouse", he panted. He relinquished his hold on me, and floated contentedly backwards into Tranquility, trailing a small stream from his cock, as it squeezed out the last drops of his seed. I was suspended like a rag doll in Zach's arms, still quivering with the aftershocks of my joy. "That was so sexy, Mouse", he breathed from behind my ear, and kissed the side of my neck. The milky spirals twisting over my skin were like nebulae, the cloudy nurseries of nascent stars — the contours of my body, the curvature of my space and time. Exhausted, I gazed at this working out of the first principles of my sexual experience moving upon me. A spinning clump of Kolya's cum tickled up the rise of my right breast and tangled itself around my taut nipple. **** I could have slept there, naked, content and exhausted in Zach's arms as the sun set once more. I observed our orbit trace down the Western Ghats above my head. I closed my eyes, and, when they reopened, Kolya had returned in front of me, above me, below me, beside me — I couldn't orient myself. He kissed me gently, lovingly. His left hand was grasping the rim of the Cupola, while he shifted along me so he could mop up his cum with a hygiene wipe in his other hand. "Released-liquid drill", he chuckled over my ear. I recalled the procedure for capturing and containing liquids. It had been drummed into us in training: droplets of liquids floating free in the modules could damage sensitive electronics. I gave a belly laugh, never thinking that the drill might be activated to clear away globules of cosmonaut cum orbiting my naked body. I nuzzled my face into Kolya's raised armpit, kissing the coarse blonde hair, tasting the salty sweat of his exertion. "My Mouse?" Kolya whispered huskily, slightly above my head. "Yes." "You are a lady. Tu es vraiment une dame", he began. "I am still your Engineer Mouse: nothing has changed", I told him, afraid that he meant to feminise me now that he had deflowered me. "Of course, but what I mean is... our Sugar has his pole for you too... so if you are not tired, you maybe help him", said Kolya rather tenderly. I became aware once again of Zach's erection pushing into my buttock through his shorts. It had always been there, and I had been thoughtlessly pushing myself into him for support. I knew his aching need against my skin. I turned my head to Zach. He had prepared me by lapping at my pussy. He had held me firmly and tenderly throughout, and he had let me orgasm against him, into him. He felt so calm behind me, spooning me in microgravity. I breathed gratefully back over my shoulder, "Zach, I want you to fuck me now". He inhaled deeply, and I felt his body shiver against mine. I rolled in his securing arm, wrapping my arms around his torso and crushing my breasts into his chest. Our eyes locked, and we kissed longingly. I pulled my legs around his waist, clasping him with all my limbs. Our groins thus aligned, I teased his clothed cock with the exposed lips of my pussy, demonstrating my offer to him. Suddenly, Zach released his grip on the rim of the Cupola that had anchored us for so long. I don't know what made him let go, whether his muscles had become fatigued, or whether the feel of me on him had made him lose control. The Tranquility Module spun around us, and all I could do is cling to him, kissing him and rubbing myself into him. We came to a halt across the module, where Kolya had positioned himself as a buffer to catch us. I unwound myself from Zach, as Kolya held him. "Spasibo, Kol", I thanked him with a kiss, as I plunged my right hand into Zach's shorts, grasping the warmth of his hardness. Kolya kissed me passionately, while Zach sighed under my hand. I felt like Venus, the goddess of love, ruling these two powerful men of the heavens. "Make him wet with your mouth", Kolya suggested. I slid down Zach's body, and tugged his shorts down. His erect cock danced for me in the microgravity. It was only the second cock that I had looked at properly. It was different: straighter and a little darker than Kolya's, and circumcised. It glistened with expectant dew. I added his cock to my survey, and to my mouth. I sucked him gladly, revelling in my new-found expertise, Zach sighing his approval. I let my legs pitch up into the centre of the module, holding myself onto Zach with only my lips around his cock and my ranging hands trapped underneath his t-shirt. It might have seemed odd for anyone else to see a Russian cosmonaut so tenderly hugging his NASA flight engineer to his chest while I explored the latter's cock with my tongue. Yet, to us, we were comrades trained in teamwork and mutual reliance; indeed, this was the warmth we had made for each other in the coldness of space. Zach's hands were on my arms pulling me up him. He kissed me, and rolled me into Kolya's chest. He pushed himself off me, and as he floated back, pulled his shorts and t-shirt off. Zach's body was beautifully honed, and his cock swung proudly before him, his own little drum-major. He kicked off the far wall and swam to me. I prepared my surface to be impacted by him, thrusting my small breasts out to cushion him and parting my legs to catch him. He landed hard against me, pushing me into Kolya. "Remember, don't come inside me, Zach", I told him. He kissed me hard to signal his acceptance. With his left hand folded around my neck, he took his cock in his hand and brushed it in an S-shape over my pelvis and between my hungrily parted legs. A shiver ran all over my naked frame as he teased my pussy by stroking the head of his doubly moistened cock against its lips. I parted my legs wider, and threw my arms around his shoulders, trying to pull him up into me. I longed to feel the sensation of being stretched open by another cock. Unlike Kolya, he didn't inch into me, but pushed his full length inside me in one continual movement. My head fell back into Kolya's shoulder as I emitted a drawn-out sigh to accompany my filling and stretching. I felt Zach's lips kissing my throat. "You feel so good, so tight and wet", murmured Zach appreciatively. Without moving my head from Kolya's shoulder, I sighed, "You feel so good inside me". I felt Kolya chuckling behind me, but his laugh was warm and appreciative. Zach eased his cock back within me, and then forced himself hard back into me, sighing to himself as he pushed. I sensed his urgency, and grabbed him by the hair, lifting my head and his so that I could look him in the eyes. "You can fuck me hard, Zach. I can take it." He took my hips as he drew back inside me, then returned with a violent thrust. Without stopping, he pulled back and fucked me again, hard and fast. I realised that I had unlocked a deep need in him as he roughly mined me again and again with swift, deep strokes. Sex with Zach was different to my first time. Both of my astronaut's cocks felt the same inside me — their hot stretching and filling of my newly colonised pussy — yet they used their tools in such different ways. Kolya was all experience and control, while Zach was a lover of urgent passion. I looked at Zach as he fucked me: his eyes were closed and his face contorted with physical concentration. I understood that he must be working out his frustration over his fiancée, using my body to meet his psychological needs. I felt compassion for him: I wanted to meet his need. I curled the fingers of my right hand into Zach's dark hair. "Fuck me, Zach!" I whispered huskily. He continued to pound into me, as Kolya held me fast. I knew what I needed, and I wound my legs round Zach's waist, so that he could delve deeper into me. He didn't disappoint. I screamed as he thrust into me more deeply than Kolya had managed to do. I moaned with each subsequent stroke. My burgeoning was now exposed to his impact, as I pushed myself to find an orgasm. "Ah oui, baise-moi plus fort!" I screamed. Whether Zach understood my French plea or not, he gave me what I wanted, and fucked me still harder. My pussy was throbbing as he stretched me and penetrated me deeply, and my clito tingled almost painfully. Zach was grunting with a mix of pleasure, exertion and urgency. I felt Kolya's arm having to tug me down after every violent fuck I received, as he struggled to keep us anchored. I suddenly found my secret key. Zach struck my button with intense force, and it triggered an earthquake that devastated my tiny form. I screamed my primal cry into the side of Kolya's neck. My pussy contracted hard around Zach's cock, and held him so fast that he gasped. My abdomen depressurised as if it were a compromised airlock, and my lungs quivered breathlessly. My toes curled, and my hands clenched into tight fists, raised out to my sides like a crucifixion. It felt like my hair stood on end, my scalp tingling, as if I was an antenna transmitting my wordless joy to the universe. "Uhngh!" I gulped as Zach ripped his cock out of me. With his left hand on his forehead and his right hand pumping his cock, my All-American Superman floated naked before me. I looked down at his swollen working cock. His eruption upon me was as if it were filmed in slow motion. It was like a sci-fi spaceship going to lightspeed as the milky stars streamed past. Zach's galactic cum shot up my left cheek and hit the white curtain of the empty payload rack behind us. He offloaded a second spurt into my left breast and Kolya's shoulder. A third ejaculation swirled onto my belly, and then he was too far from me: his subsequent cum fountaining slowly towards the module ceiling, as he drifted away. Zach, in his frustration, had stored up much more cum than Kolya. I marvelled at the beauty of his semen dancing over my skin — on my abdomen, over my breast, across my chest, up my neck, across my cheek and into my hair. "Are you OK, my Mouse?" Kolya's voice was tender. I nodded weakly. "I need to let you go now", he told me, and pulled out from behind me and manoeuvred me safely into the wall. I watched him cross to Zach, who had crumpled, exhausted against the opposite wall. "You are homosexual? You shoot your sperm on me!" Kolya remonstrated. Only to get the tired reply, "Sorry, man, I couldn't control it". It wasn't long before the men resumed domestic duties, with Kolya tenderly wiping down my body, and Zach collecting his cum that had pooled against the ceiling and on the rack curtain. When they had bagged the wipes for disposal. I reached out for my comrades and pulled them to me. I kissed childishly all over their cheeks, chins, noses and mouths in a grand tour of hungry gratitude. "Thank you, my dear friends", I breathed, "You have helped me become a woman, a goddess. You have given me my dream". Kolya sank down to take my right nipple in his mouth, and Zach followed onto my left. I held them to me, with my hands in their hair, pushing my breasts into their mouths. My entire sex was still hot and aching from its joy. I held my men for an age, and then pulled them up to me. "Thank you. This has been special. I want tomorrow to be normal. I am still your Engineer Mouse. I want you to take your clothes, and go back to Harmony now". Kolya scanned my eyes. "I'm OK, Kol. Go now", I told him. They gathered their clothes, and soon I was alone in Tranquility, but feeling the opposite of the module's name, flooded with emotions that I had long hidden. I needed my perspective. Still naked, I swam into the Cupola, pushing my body against its large central window, suspended in space. I gazed on the blue expanse of the Pacific, the perfect curvature of Mother Earth that held all its children close. "Bonne nuit, mon petit monde. Ta Souris te sourit." I smiled the benign smile of the Mother of God. **** Our life together continued — Kolya, Zach and I carried out our mission. I felt that Kolya was perhaps a little more affectionate for me, but he said nothing. Two nights later, Zach arrived unannounced in Zvezda. We had sex and I didn't orgasm. We realised it was wrong, and he left. I spent almost an hour, curled up over the Zvezda observation window, hitting it and crying, before achieving the realisation that I need not personally take on Zach's frustrations. A week went by on board the Station, my experiments were progressing well, and things felt as normal as they could feel. The standby crew from the next Soyuz arrived after a tricky eight-hour docking manoeuvre with the Pirs Module. Kolya switched bunks with me, so that he and the newly arrived Russian cosmonaut could share Zvezda, while Zach, I, and the two new NASA and CSA astronauts bunked together in Harmony. Relegated to fifth flight engineer, I could focus more on my experiments, and the busier Station felt more like a scout camp. A month flew past at 27,500 km/h. Zach, Kolya and I stood at the hatch of the Poisk Module dressed in our white Orlan spacesuits, with our three newer comrades in shirt sleeves at the zenith hatch of the Zvezda to see us off. "Good luck, Commander", said Zach, gripping Kolya's hand. "Take us home, Kol", I said as I kissed him lovingly on the lips. **** Our Soyuz re-entry capsule burned a streak across the sky. There were two parachutes, bracing for impact, braking rockets firing, and we were home. Zach was whisked away by NASA, but Kolya and I had time to share one proper dinner together as we regained our gravity legs. He hugged me tight, and kissed my forehead. "I love you, my Mouse. If any man hurt you, I will kill him." **** I saw Zach again in New York, eight months later. We ran the marathon there side by side, and then spent the entire weekend making love in my hotel room. "Mouse, you pulled me through a pretty rough patch there. Space was mighty cold until I lay in your warm arms." **** I am on standby for the next expedition if needed. I swim now to remind my body of the delights of floating free. I slept with Dario, a handsome Italian fighter pilot, a couple of times, but told him I wasn't interested in a relationship. I think he took it fairly well. I haven't changed. I am still your Mouse. Now that you know my story, you know that I am also a goddess.