The year is 2030. The world of Science and Technology has made great progress. Space travel for all, which was unthinkable till a few years ago, is now a part of everyday life.
Blue Origin and Virgin Galactic launched their 1st civilian space missions in 2022. Since then, space travel has become routine. And now, Uber has also joined in the fray.
Their space missions are very affordable. Common folk like you and me can travel to space and return home within a few hours on the same day. Humanity’s reach has indeed exceeded its imagination.
However, one major achievement still eludes mankind. Despite all the extraordinary progress it has made in space travel, the world of science and technology has still been unable to figure out the most complex issue – How To Have Sex In Space.
You see, there is no gravity in space. Astronauts float, objects float, water floats, spaceship floats. How can 2 astronauts engage in sex if both are floating? Therefore, in 2030, space scientists and NASA decided to address this issue. It was the most important for the survival of humanity.
If Earth becomes unfit to live in the future due to nuclear war or Climate Change, we will all have to find a new home in space. Then, we will have to reproduce in that new home. It means that we will need to have sex in space.
Considering this, NASA sent a space expedition in 2030, comprised only civilians – 5 men and 5 women – solely to have sex in space. They called it a ‘Sexpedition.’ The idea was to give space training to these 10 individuals and send them to the International Space Station for a few weeks.
They would be doing nothing but have sex, provided they figure out a way to beat Zero Gravity. To find the right candidates for this mission, a worldwide fuckfest was held at NASA’s Kennedy Space Centre in America. Thousands of volunteers from all over the world showed up to participate in the competition.
Everyone wanted to go to space. The only qualifying criteria was to fuck as many people as possible in all positions. In all hours of day and night as possible, for as long as possible. It was the greatest test of stamina and skills.
NASA wanted to ensure that candidates with the highest endurance levels qualify. It turned into an Olympics of Orgies. And I was one of the participants. After 3 months of never-ending sex, the winners’ names were announced.
Amongst women, ME – yours truly, Shilpi – was crowned the winner. I was highly praised for my insatiable appetite for sex and for my ability to have sex with a large number of men under any and every condition, in all possible positions, at all possible hours.
It was the greatest moment of my life. I was on the verge of creating history. I will be going to space to have sex.
“You are going to space to do WHAT??” Mom shouted in exasperation.
“I can’t believe I am still alive to see and hear this,” said Papa in shock and disbelief. “You have brought nothing but shame and humiliation on our family. You are such a disgrace.”
I was crestfallen. I didn’t expect my conservative parents to cheer for me. But I did hope for some support. To be told that my mission would bring shame and dishonour to my family made me sad and dejected. But those feelings evaporated as soon as the Space Training program started.
The 4 other girls who won the fuck marathon, along with me, proved to be as bad at astronaut training as they were good at having orgies. One by one, Miss Sweden, Miss France, Miss Canada and Miss Spain were eliminated for their inability to complete the space training program.
Leaving me as the only female astronaut to go on the mission. The 5 guys did a good job, though. Not only did they win the fuckfest defeating thousands of male participants, but they also completed their astronaut training with flying colours.
After a grand ceremony at NASA’s Kennedy Space Centre at Fort Canaveral in Florida, we were ready to embark on our historic voyage.
Chapter 1 – The ‘Sex’pedition
“Ms Shilpi, it’s time for you to get acquainted with your male colleagues,” said the Mission Chief, pulling me aside. “You are the sole female voyager on this mission, so the expectations from you are very high.” She handed me 5 files.
She continued, “These are the files of your 5 colleagues. Your homework is to study them thoroughly. It is important to know everything about these 5 men. Mental preparation is the key.”
I took the files and returned to my cabin. I could have told her that my pussy is more stretchable and flexible than a bubble gum – it can take almost anything. But I kept quiet.
With great fanfare, our mission took off the next day. I had completed going through the 5 files by then. They contained every possible information on my male colleagues.
The length, size and shape of everyone’s dick, the circumference of their balls, their sperm count, frequency of their erections, duration of their erections. A whole lot of mumbo-jumbo and scientific data that did not help provide any answer to the million-dollar question – How To Beat Zero Gravity?
Therefore, without wasting any time, I got straight to the point. “Guys, what’s the root cause of the problem? Why is sex in space such a huge deal?” I asked my 5 male colleagues.
By then, we were already in space, and our space shuttle was on its way to the International Space Station. We were all tied to our seats with seatbelts to prevent us from floating around unnecessarily.
“It’s Newton’s Third Law,” replied Mr Australia, “To every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction.”
“And that is a problem because….?” I asked him curiously. I used to sleep through my science classes in school. I never really understood Newton’s or anybody else’s laws.
“Because when I shove my cock inside you, the forward thrust will push you backwards,” he explained in the simplest possible language. “And since you are floating, the thrust will make you float backwards and further backwards. So, continued penetration becomes impossible.”
Aha! The point emerges. Now, I realise the connection to Newton’s law. But the solution seemed easy enough, so I blurted it out.
“So, tie me up to a bed or something. Problem solved,” I said emphatically.
“It’s not that easy,” Mr Germany chipped in. “Even if we tie you up, we will be floating ourselves.”
Mr Brazil jumped in, “Suppose we tie you up, and I insert my dick in you. The moment I withdraw to make the 2nd thrust, I will start floating backwards. Even if I succeed the 2nd time, there is no guarantee it will work the 3rd time. I need to stop floating to keep pushing back and forth at the same position.”
Hmm, that sounds right. He needs to stay fixed in his position, too. No floating for him. “So, you need to be tied up too?” I asked naively.
“We could try doing that, but I don’t see how it’s going to work,” said Mr Russia. “How will we move if we are fixed to a particular position? How can we have sex without moving forward and backwards?”
I tried to imagine the scenario described by him. He is right. They are all right. The act of sex demands constant IN and OUT movements, either by the male, by the female, or by both. And such movements are impossible if both are tied up or floating. I nodded in agreement.
“So, what’s the solution? We can’t sit idle. We have to do something,” I asked all 5 of them. “We are on a mission, guys. Let’s try.”
“You mean, try all possible options?” asked Mr China.
“Yes, we can’t do anything,” I replied. “We are here to create history. We are humanity’s last hope. Come on, let’s start.”
“Start what?” asked Mr Australia.
“Start fucking, what else?” I got irritated. “Let’s start right now. No more time wasting.”
“Ok. Are you wet?” he asked.
“No,” I replied, “how can I get wet while talking to you? You need to do something to make that happen.”
They all opened a file they each had in front of them. Mr Germany said, “It says here that you are very tight and always wet.”
Suddenly, it dawned on me. Just as I had a file on each of them, they must have one on me. I was curious to find out the details.
“What does the file say about me?” I asked.
“Nothing much,” replied Mr Germany. “Your boobs are 34DD, your nipples are like dark brown juicy grapes, your ass is 36 and always bouncing, and you are very tight and always wet.”
Mr Brazil added, “It also says that ‘she knows the lengths of yours, but you will never know the depth of hers’. What does that mean?”
“Um… It probably means that I know the size of each of your cocks, because they have been measured and filed by NASA,” I replied hesitantly.
“And?” asked Mr China.
“And you will never know the depth of my cunt because it has never been measured,” I continued. “It’s not possible to measure.”
Mr Russia sounded annoyed, “Girls have an unfair advantage over us. Our organs hang outside our bodies, while hers is inside.”
“Yes, it’s not fair,” seconded Mr China. “She knows more about us than we do about her. That’s why she is so arrogant.”
“Let’s find out her depth, shall we?” said Mr Brazil.
“Yes, let’s do it now. Take off her clothes,” said Mr Australia.
The 5 of them suddenly got excited and horny, as if my arrogance triggered something in them. It didn’t worry me, though. I felt relieved in a way. Maybe we will be able to make some progress on our mission now.
Mr Germany opened my seatbelt and took off my jacket. He held me down on the seat while Mr China removed my shirt. Then they held me down to stop me from floating while Mr Australia removed my shoes.
Mr Brazil had to work extra hard to take off my pants. The others held me down in a seated position, even though they were floating themselves. Funny how a little bit of jealousy and resentment can bring out both the best and worst in men.
I watched them all get horny and lusty reading my file. I also watched them work together to disrobe me in a zero-gravity environment. Can they accomplish their common goal of fucking me? I waited with bated breath.
“Let’s remove her undies now,” said Mr Russia.
“Fasten the seatbelt on her again. We will fuck her on this seat only,” ordered Mr Brazil.
They put the seatbelt on me to hold me in a fixed position but could not stop floating away themselves. My clothes and shoes were also floating around. It was a sight to behold – 5 fully clothed men suspended in the air, surrounded by a jacket, a shirt, a pair of shoes.
At the centre was me, sitting semi-nude on a seat, unable to move due to the seatbelt. “You remove her bra, and I will take off her panties,” said Mr Germany to Mr China. They both floated mid-air towards me and held my seat to stay in place.
Mr China kept holding the seat with one hand and pushed my bra straps down my shoulders with the other. After struggling, he unhooks the horizontal strap with that one free hand. It must have been a learning experience for him, judging by the reaction on his face.
Unhooking a bra with just one hand is never easy for a man. Meanwhile, Mr Germany had a tougher time removing my panties. He was also holding onto the seat with one hand and tugging at my underwear with the other. I was seated and held firmly in place by the seatbelt.
He failed to remove it using one hand. After some time, he got frustrated and tore off the panty with a violent pull. Both the bra and the torn panty started floating and drifted away. And the 5 horny men gathered around me to stare at my naked body.
“Look at those amazing tits,” said Mr Germany. “No woman in my country has such bouncy plump tits.”
“These are so spongy,” an excited Mr China grabbed one of my boobs and started fondling it.
“Why do Indian women have such big breasts?” inquired Mr Russia. “Western women don’t.”
I smiled at them, revelling in all the attention I was receiving. “It’s genetics, guys. Traditionally, women in India have always been voluptuous. For centuries. It’s genes and DNA, nothing else.”
“And this pussy? It’s gorgeous. Is it genetic, too?” asked Mr Brazil as he parted my legs as much as the seatbelt allowed. “It’s clean-shaven, tight. The flaps are so tiny and neatly tucked on either side.”
“It’s glistening. It must be wet,” said Mr Australia. He floated towards my open legs and touched my pussy. “There is moisture inside. Let me check.”
Like the rest, I held my seat with one hand for support. He inserted a finger of the other hand inside the swollen lips of my cunt. Moisture enveloped it on all sides. He pulled the finger out and held it under the light – it was shining.
“The file says right. She is always wet.” Mr Australia put the finger in his mouth and licked my wetness off it. “She is tasty too, mate. She is yummy.” That proved to be the trigger. The 5 of them pounced on me like starving dogs.
Mr China grabbed my boobs with both hands. He was not satisfied by just a squeeze. He started mauling my firm breasts with both hands. He brushed my nipples roughly with his fingertips, making them hard and erect.
He took my left nipple in his watering mouth and began sucking on it like a juicy strawberry, ripe and ready to be eaten. Slurping and licking like a man who hadn’t eaten in days.
All the while, he held onto my right breast for support to stop floating away. My eyes closed, and my mouth dropped open. My throat expelled its first gasp of pleasure since embarking on this voyage.
Mr Australia spread my thighs and pressed his nose on the soft skin of my pussy, like it was the bud of a sweet-smelling flower. He began feasting on my clit with a hungry, wet mouth. His tongue slithered into the tight hole of my pussy.
It felt so alive, boring into the tightness of my warm, wet hole. I felt aroused and feverish and began to moan loudly. Suddenly, I felt Mr Brazil’s finger press against my little asshole. He mumbled lustfully as he kept pressing his finger deeper and deeper.
Waves of pleasure ran through my whole body as his finger. Mr Australia’s tongue and Mr China’s teeth felt phenomenal on my skin. Mr Australia’s tongue licked my drenched clit for what seemed like an eternity. Mr Brazil’s finger worked magic inside my butthole.
I was making sounds my throat had never made before. My breathing got heavier, my whole body shivered, and my back arched, ignoring the restraint imposed by the seatbelt. I curled my toes and squirted loudly and profusely.
It was my 1st orgasm in space. And, as I was about to find out very soon, certainly not the last. What happened next was unanticipated but not unforeseen. The cum squirting out of my pussy did not drip down as it used to. Instead, it began floating in the air.
The zero gravity environment made the white juices float all over the cabin in all directions. It took everyone by surprise, even though we should have foreseen it. The images of my floating cum will remain etched in my memory forever.
“Holy shit!” exclaimed Mr Russia, “this is exactly what will happen if we shoot our loads inside her cunt.”
“You mean, it will all come out and start floating everywhere?” asked Mr China.
“What else? There is no gravity, so what goes forward will float backwards and sideways, and heaven knows where.”
“So what? How does that matter?” quipped Mr Brazil. “Our mission is to fuck this bimbo. Who cares where our cum ends up – inside her or outside?” I started laughing loudly. Having recovered quickly from the ‘space’ shattering orgasm.
I replied with youthful exuberance, “You dickhead! The purpose of this mission is not to fuck some dumb bimbo. But to explore the possibility of procreating in space. How will humanity reproduce in space if the male sperm does not even reach the female egg and instead floats outside?”
They all fell silent and stared at me as if I had said something unexpected. Or maybe the truth hit hard. The sudden realisation that not only is it impossible to have intercourse in zero gravity. However, it is highly unlikely for a sperm to fertilise an egg in this environment.
Or maybe they were all taken aback by the fact that while I was dumb enough not to know physics and Newton’s Laws, I knew something about reproduction and procreation. Whatever the reason, they never called me a bimbo after that.
Suddenly, there was a loud thud. The space shuttle trembled and shook violently. As if it had been hit by a massive object, like an asteroid. The 5 dickheads rushed towards the giant windows and display screens and stood frozen.
“Guys, what is it? Remove my seatbelt,” I yelled out as I was still tied to the seat.
“It’s a…It’s a….” Mr Germany was gasping for words.
“Um… a flying saucer! A UFO!” mumbled Mr Australia.
“It has landed on our spaceship,” Mr China’s face turned pale and white as paper, probably in fear.
Flying saucer! UFO! What on Earth are they blabbering about?
To be continued.
Next Part: Slutty Shilpi Goes To Space – Part 2