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ASTRO*NAUGHTY
By Apollo
December 2000
The mission had been relatively uneventful for the last two
months since the craft had winged it's way into the heavens
toward Pluto. Yup, we were going to the edge of the Solar system
and back, a 6 month deep space trip testing the new fusion
propulsion. Just me and Ted Brown, handpicked for the job. I led
two of the earlier test flights and had 20 years experience in
flying everything that took to the skies. I prided myself that
despite all the time in space I was still one of the most
physically fit astronauts in the program. Six feet two inches, no
body fat, I could out run and out bench press all my peers.
Unlike my counterpart Ted, who only comes up to my chest and
looks frail, but at least he wasn't a porker like some of the
others I knew.
Ted was a civilian scientist who was selected because of
his 15 years of extensive fusion propulsion expertise - if
something went wrong during the test, it was up to him to get us
back. I could fly the bird to Pluto and back with my eyes closed,
but the technology was his bag. So I could put up with him even
though he wasn't one of the regular space program studs who went
jogging in the morning and girl hunting at night. Too bad they
couldn't have hooked me up with one of the female technicians;
this was already a long two months.
We had settled down into a regular routine. The 12 hour
"day" (it was all dark this far away from the sun) consisted of
systems testing, routine maintenance, eating bland food, and the
daily communication back to Earth. Just a routine report back and
forth that was time delayed due to the distance, like an echo,
but it was nice to hear another voice once in a while. The 12
hour night was our own. We had private compartments just off the
control room, one of the good things that the early flights had
shown was a propensity to get on each other's nerves if there was
no privacy for that much time. We could watch movies, play
computer games, read tech manuals, whatever it took to get us to
fall asleep in all this boredom.
I had just started to dose off when the alarm started to
shriek throughout the whole ship. The weak red battery powered
emergency lights switched on and the sound of the engines was
different, almost quiet. Despite the almost darkness, I raced
through the compartment hatch and made it to the master control
panel just moments ahead of Ted. My fingers started to dance over
the series of indicators but it wasn't a problem with flight
controls or power distribution, it was the main reactor.
Ted initiated the emergency reset program, just like in
training, and moments later we had internal power and propulsion
again. We still had not perfected the fusion plant, it tended to
spike high and trigger the automatic shutdown protections, for no
apparent reason except to frustrate those involved. But the deep
space mission was a political priority, so it was pushed through
on schedule anyway. We had just learned to live with the bumps in
the road.
I took a deep breath as my eyes adjusted to the restored
light. I turned to Ted to congratulate him on the quick recovery,
but my jaw dropped and it was all I could do just to breathe. Ted
wasn't wearing his uniform, he wasn't wearing shorts like I was,
and he was wearing a red teddy. Only he really filled out the top
part, and I couldn't see a bulge below. After two months in
space, both of us had our hair grow longer, but I had cut mine
with scissors, while his was combed down the middle and off the
shoulder. My eyes adjusted to the light and I could see that Ted
had eye makeup on, and red lipstick, really red lipstick, and his
whole face looked so feminine.
Ted collapsed into the chair and started to cry. He mumbled
something but I'm not sure what, I instinctively put my hand on
his shoulder and told him to calm down. He quieted down and just
looked up at me with those doe eyes. It was all I could do to
keep my cock from getting harder, Ted was a real knockout. I just
kept my hand on his shoulder, not noticing that his head was now
inches from my crotch. He, however, did notice. And he saw the
slight bulge in my shorts.
Next thing I know his fingers were parting my shorts and
out popped my cock. I looked down and saw red fingernails
encircling my cock and slowly stroking it. I got hard without
even thinking of what was going on. It was like a slow motion
dream. I was still drifting when I was jerked back to reality
when I felt a wet tongue on my cock.
Ted started to lick around the head, and then he looked up
into my eyes, didn't see any resistance, so he took the whole
cock into his mouth. It was so warm and wet, he was pumping and
sucking, it had been so long, it didn't take much time for me to
cum really hard. I saw my cum trickling down the edges of his
mouth as he tried to swallow it all. I collapsed into the chair
next to his and didn't say anything.
Ted explained that he had always wanted to be Teressa, and
had brought some clothes on board in his personal locker.
Obviously he had some experience but I got the impression that he
didn't have a serious relationship. We talked and I couldn't
believe that it was me saying that it was okay if he wanted to
spend the rest of the voyage as Teressa. It was all in a fog,
like a dream. I stumbled back to bed and slept 8 hours.
I woke up thinking that it was all a dream until I walked
into the control room. There was Ted - uh, Teressa, all dolled
up. S/he was wearing a short black miniskirt, a white blouse that
buttoned down the front, 4-inch heels and black thigh highs. Her
long blonde hair was recently combed and she had on some serious
makeup.
I was stirring again as she walked over and kissed me on
the lips. I could feel her mouth opening and I instinctively
opened mine, then we were French kissing. My arms went around her
and drew her toward me. Her arms went around my neck and pulled
me into her. My hands felt a bra strap and I could feel something
crushing against my chest. I don't know if it was falsies or
rolled up nylons, but it felt good.
My hands slipped down until I was cupping her ass. She
wiggled against my hands then rubbed against my crotch. I was
really getting turned on by all of this, but why? Because I was
in space so long? I was straight all my life, now all of a sudden
I had a burning urge to take Teressa right then and there.
She must have sensed my needs and my confusion, because she
took charge. She drew me over closer to the control panel. She
turned away from me and leaned over the consol. I could see the
skirt ride up over her ass, showing the tops of the stockings,
and she wasn't wearing any panties. I was rock hard and tore off
my pants. It was so inviting seeing her draped over the panel,
her tits hanging off over the edge and wiggling her ass, giving
me a show. I rammed my cock into her man-cunt and was surprised
to find it well greased, she was well prepared. I came in her
hard and fast, she was moaning the whole time. No foreplay, just
good sex. Teressa certainly didn't seem to mind.
She stood up and smoothed down her skirt, giving me a
little smile. She came over and sat on my still naked lap. I
started to kiss her gently, then more passionately. Next thing I
know I was hard again. She stood up slightly then came back down
hard onto my cock. She did all the work, riding me up and down,
enjoying every minute and every sensation. She started to pump up
and down faster, I came and I came. She leaned back and kissed
me. Then we broke it off because we had to get ready to send the
daily transmission to Earth, and we had to be ready in our
uniforms. I remember looking over at Ted in his uniform now and
dreaming back to earlier in this morning.
That night Ted asked me to fulfill one of his fantasies. He
told me to wait while he went into his cabin. It seemed like it
was forever, then I heard him say OK to come in. My eyes adjusted
to the dim lights and my cock sprang to life as soon as I saw
Teressa.
She was wearing a crop top shirt that had a plunging
neckline and showed her tight belly. She must have had a push up
bra on because her "tits" were jutting out at me. She had on a
pair of Daisy Duke shorts and a pair of knee-highs. She twirled
on her 4 inch high heels and showed me how the shorts were cut
away in the back, showing her ass cheeks and more. The heels made
her arch her back and her ass just out.
She started to talk to me like she was the teenager from
hell, what a mouth. So this was her fantasy, to be a bratty
teenager, since she could never crossdress when he was a real
teenager.
Okay, I could play along. So I told her shut her mouth
before I shut it for her. How? How about I stuff something in it
to quiet you down?
Just laughing, okay, then I will show you.
I took off my clothes and my cock was already jutting out.
I walked over and put my hands on her shoulders. She was just
mouthing off like a brat. I slowly pushed down gently on her
shoulders and she dropped to her knees. She was eye to eye with
my hard rod, just keep on talking I thought. So I shoved my cock
into her mouth, all the way.
Finally, silence except for the slurping and the drooling.
There was a slight curl of a smile on her face as she attacked my
cock. Obviously she had what she had always wanted but could
never have before. She would take a break from swallowing my cock
by licking it, just looking at it proudly as it stood straight
out, proud of her handiwork. Her eyes would meet mine as she
swallowed my cock again, pumping her mouth up and down my shaft.
She had me to the point of no return; I grasped the back of
her head while I exploded into her mouth. She let the cum spill
out this time instead of swallowing, it just ran down her chin
and spotted her blouse. I almost blacked out from the excitement
and being drained.
The next night it was as if I was with her all my life, it
seemed so natural. Turnabout was fair play I thought, so I asked
her to act out one of my fantasies.
I went through her personal locker and picked out what I
thought might work. First, the red teddy she wore the first night
we were together. And some stay up black fishnet stockings. Then
the micro-mini skirt and high heels. And I told her to put on
ridiculously a lot of makeup. She looked like a whore who was
obviously after just one thing, and I was going to be the one who
gave it to the slut. But first there was one last special thing.
I took a scarf and tied it gently over her eyes like a
blindfold. She got into the role by asking for money, coaxing me
to come over and smell her perfume, big boy. I simply caressed
her shoulders. I moved her hair to one side, and then brought my
hands down over her tits and along her sides. She trembled in
excitement and anticipation. I moved her hand over to my cock and
she slowly gave me a hand job. I wouldn't let her give me a
blowjob this time; I had something else in mind.
I leaned her over so her hands were on the bed with her ass
sticking up in the air. I undid the snap of the teddy, and
slipped the skirt up over her tight butt. I slowly started to
enter with my cock, giving her more time to get used to it, and
she quivered as I moved deeper and deeper into her. She couldn't
see anything, but her imagination was running wild. I started to
get a fast pump going, I looked down at her and realized that
here she was all dressed up for me, wanting me, and needing me.
That thought was what brought me to finally cum in her ass as she
groaned with pleasure.
We experimented with zero gravity as well. Turned off the
artificial grav, we would later tell Earth that it was for
equipment maintenance, and just floated. Teressa was wearing a
flimsy little black dress. Just for her, I wore nothing. She
floated above me, facing upwards; I came up under and behind her.
I grabbed on to her, she grabbed onto a beam, and for minutes I
just pumped in her ass suspended. She let go and we floated
around the room with my cock still stuck in her ass. The feeling
was amazing.
Six months had passed; we made a perfect touchdown at the
desert airstrip. We walked down the ramp in our wrinkled uniforms
to a marching band and swarms of photographers. One week of
quarantine and mission debriefing, then we would get some
vacation time. I looked at Ted and had thoughts of another kind
of de-briefing for our joint vacation...
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