****** The Mir 60 Kilometer Club by Maj. David Tolstoy, U.S.A.F. (Ret.) ******
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The Mir 60 Kilometer Club

This is a true story. I always wanted to be an astronaut, from the time that I
was a kid and saw Alan Shepherd and John Glen on the TV in my fifth grade
classroom. I worked like hell to keep my grades up, went to the Air Force
Academy and graduated in 1975. I flew fighters for awhile, got a Master's
degree in Aeronautical Engineering, and began my career as a bench-sitting
Astronaut in 1980. I missed my first scheduled shuttle flight due to a broken
ankle and my second opportunity was cancelled after the Challenger disaster. I
was about to retire when I was nominated to go on a joint U.S./Russian flight
in 1995-picked, as it turned out, because of my partly Russian Jewish
background and knowledge of Russian-30 or 40 words, mainly slang.

I studied Russian language tapes and trained for my assigned experiments at
Kennedy Space Center for 14 months. I flew to the Mir Space Station on board
the Shuttle Discovery (STS 56) with three of my fellow American Astronauts, and
one female Russian Cosmonaut, Alexia Grodnevich.

Before the flight, I tried to engage Alexia in conversation, both in English
(she spoke a few words) and in Russian. She was about 40, tall, dark and kind
of hairy, with large breasts that looked a little pendulous thanks to her
Russian military issue undergarments. She had some of the most muscular legs
that I have ever seen on a woman and I don't think she ever smiled in the NASA
pre flight briefings. Needless to say, I didn't get much response from my
attempts at conversation and concluded she was a carpet licker. As it turned
out, I couldn't have been more wrong about that!

After numerous delays, we blasted off, and less than 14 hours later, docked
with the (even then) trouble prone Space Station Mir. We stayed docked for
about eight hours, long enough to offload equipment and supplies onto Mir. Then
it was goodbye to my fellow Americans and time to get aquainted with the
Russkies.

I bonded pretty quickly with the male Cosmonauts, who had been on board Mir for
several months. Alexander Gudonov was an Air Force Major, like me, and the
other guy, Petr Devochka, was an Astrophysicist, who had studied in the west.
For two weeks, I kept myself busy with my own measurements of cosmic rays, and
kept up "guy talk" with Alex and Petr. Alexia spent most of her time performing
experiments in the Spektr Module, which was off limits to foreigners. The
Cosmonauts joined her off and on. The hatch was always shut and I figured that
they were doing military experiments.

My last full day on board Mir was spent packing up equipment. I was about to
turn in, when Petr announced that they had arranged a little going away party
for me in the Spektr Module. He turned on some Russian Music and began clapping
their hands in time to the music. They brought out some vodka in clear plastic
containers, which had twist off tops-strictly forbidden, of course. I
reluctantly drank one of the vodkas, but didn't want to go into Spektr. Alex
suddenly announced, "Nesoremenye zapisky! (Enough of this) Novaya yunost,
Amerikanskij! (Join the club, American!) Skjoyna yunost? (What club?) I asked.
"Why, the 60 Kilometer club, Peter replied in Russian. "Zhenschina tikra
Cosmonaut sivaya Alexia!" (Alexia will make a real Cosmonaut of you!)

Before I could protest, Petr and Alex pushed me through the hatch into the
Spektr Module where, to my utter surprise, I saw Alexia in a whole "new light!"
Her previous scowl had been replaced with a bright smile and her military issue
clothing with a red and black Russian made lingerie, a cheap knock off of the
"old" Frederick's of Hollywood: crotchless panties and a harness-like
brassiere. "Noveuna yunost, camerad," she said quietly. My cock was rock hard!
Man, she was stacked! Her tits, which looked kind of sagging on Earth, were
sticking strait out from her chest, thanks to weightlessness. (Even your
grandma could be 'perky' in space). The large, bulging areola and long nipples
made my cock throb with anticipation.

In my haste, I gave myself a clumsy push off the hatchway and nearly knocked
Alexia into some equipment. I could hear Alex and Petr laughing as the hatch
swung shut. I shucked my shorts and T-shirt, letting them drift away in the
direction of the return air vent. Alexia clung to me as we slowly rotated in
the cabin. We sucked on our tongues for a moment before I turned my attention
to her nipples, sucking on each one. She said something in Russian that I
couldn't understand, then pulled away and swung backwards, swinging her pussy
right up by my face.

What a sweet gash she had! Copious brown-black hair, a REAL bush, with very
prominent labia minora, protruding, like reddish-pink flaps from her cunt. I
wanted to penetrate her right away and tried to pull her pelvis toward my cock,
but she pulled away, saying, "Dodroye, utro!" (First, eat!) I was a little
disappointed at first, but thought, hell, this will be worth waiting for (and
it WAS!)

I licked and sucked on her pussy, with special emphasis on her clit and those
labia, until she cried 'uncle' in Russki-"Da, Da, spokoynoy vecher!" (Literal:
Yes, Yes, coming happens!) I laughed a little bit at her words and she giggled
too, then grabbed my cock, pulling it, and me, toward her face. Before I knew
what was happening, she was clutching the skin on the cheeks of my ass, and had
my cock in her mouth, sucking me off. I put a hand up, to keep my head from
banging into the equipment rack and held my place as she sucked away. After a
minute, I started feeling the urge to thrust into her mouth. She suddenly
pulled her mouth off and said, "Watch this!" in Russian.

She jerked up and down my cock a couple more times before I came like never
before! I hadn't cum like that since high school, great spasms shaking my whole
body!

I closed my eyes involuntarily and, when they opened, I saw a white, snake like
blob drifting through the cabin in between Alexia and me. It was my jism!
Alexia made a slurping sound, like Hannibal Lecter in "Silence of the Lambs,"
stuck out her tongue like a frog and sucked it right down! We both laughed real
hard and a little pee escaped from Alexia's pussy, drifting down by her waist.
She absorbed the urine, and a little bit of my cum, with an absorbent pad made
for "spills."

It only took a few moments before I was ready to get it on again. I wanted to
experience regular sexual intercourse in space, while I had the chance and
Alexia was ready to help. One might think that sex is easier in space, where
there is no gravity to overcome. Nothing could be further from the truth! I
pulled Alexia toward me, but had a tough time entering her willing and well-
lubricated twat. Each time that I tried to enter her, she either slipped away
immediately, or if I held her tight, would slip off of me when I forgot to hold
on. Alexia tried holding onto an instrument rack with one hand, while she
guided me in for a "docking" with the other, but we got nowhere.

Alexia was losing patience and I was rapidly losing hope (and my hard-on), when
she pulled away from me, reached into a storage module and pulled out a
stretchy, fabric covered rubber belt about 2 inches wide, used for securing
equipment during docking maneuvers, the Russian Military equivalent of a bungee
cord. Smiling, she showed me how to fasten the device around our thighs and
hips. With this Russian sex-aid, we had a substitute for gravity. She was able
to hold onto the equipment rack with both hands, and, at last, I was able to
whale away inside of her, the bungee cord serving as a substitute for gravity.

Alexia came again before I finished. By this time, it had become pretty stuffy
in Spektr, thanks to my shorts and T-shirt blocking the air returns duct, and
we could plainly smell our own perspiration and secretions in the module. We
dried off with some of the emergency spill cleanup towels and dressed in our
regular Astronaut/Cosmonaut attire.

When we came out, Alex and Petr slapped me on the back and congratulated me on
being the newest (and first Amerikanskij) member of the 60 Kilometer High Club.
We spent the rest of the night, all four of us, partying on the remainder of
the vodka supply.

The next morning, Soyuz 21 was within sight of the Space Station and docked
within three hours. I was pretty hung over for the trip back down to earth,
which was pretty rough! The Russians don't get a cushy Shuttle landing, or even
a "splashdown" at sea. Instead, after a bumpy and red-hot reentry, parachutes
slow the capsule to maybe 40 mph before it thuds to earth out in the steppes.
Edgar Wiley, from NASA was there to meet me and asked, first thing, "How was
your mission?" Even though I had thrown up in my spacesuit on the way down, I
answered, "A-OK!" and gave him the 'thumbs-up" sign.

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