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The shuttle reached a stable orbit as Colonel Johnson checked the readings on the console. “Well we are finally able to go to work on the satellite Sara.” Johnson said to his copilot Lieutenant Harris. “We’ll have to setup the transmitter first Mark.” Sara Harris told her copilot from the back of the shuttles command room. Mark released his seat harness and began to float up to controls above his head that were specially placed for zero G use. Sara took the opportunity to admire Mark’s well-built physique through NASA’s new flight suits that were comfortable and form fitting. She had spent the remaining month prelaunch in isolation due to the third and absent member of the crew coming down with a nasty bout of the flu. During that time she had plenty of time alone to her thoughts and especially fantasies. Most of the time she thought about her boyfriend during those special times. However occasionally Mark Johnson replaced her husband. His short brown hair, brown eyes, and tall fit physique would have her gushing in no time. The reminiscing of those memories began to make Sara feel damp in her NASA issued undergarment. Quickly she broke her gaze from the Colonel’s fit body as he began to turn and face her. “Sara contact NASA and relay that the satellite is in an eccentric orbit and must be realigned by us. Request permission for a space walk to correct attitude and pitch controls on the satellites.“

NASA’s responded with a standby on the space walk for 24 hours as the correction may be possible via uplink from ground control. That left 24 hours for both members to perform diagnostics. “I am going to take a long, hot shower”, Mark said with sarcasm in his voice. The shower was nothing more than an individually wrapped, moist cloth with antiseptic. Flowing water in zero G can cause a great problem to electronic equipment. Sara smiled as Mark floated down the corridor to the cargo bay where ‘showers’ were stored. “Leave some hot water for me” she said returning the sarcasm. Mark shut the hatch to the bay for privacy. Meanwhile Sara floated from station to station, checking readings when all of a sudden a loud WHACK was heard in the starboard of the ship followed by sirens and short circuits. Sara quickly went to the systems that lit up red to find out what happened. Within seconds the Colonel came shouting out of the bay across the corridor like superman.

The only thing that Mark wore was a towel that barely covered his waist. Something hit us and the result isn’t good. Sara swallowed hard as she read the sensors that attached to the hull of the ship. Four were missing along the ventral, aft wing of the ship. Mark turned the external camera so that the wing could be seen. Instead of a wing, a partial wing was observed with a large chunk tore off. “Damnit” Mark scowled, “We cannot fix the wing and we cannot keep control during entry without it. I’m going to contact NASA, check our orbit to make sure that little accident did not destabilize us.” With that Mark pushed upwards above Sara’s head, to wrapped up in thought to remember the peep show that he was about to give. Sara caught a glimpse of his equipment before she turned to the navigational controls. What she saw, even in the current state of alarm, left her damper than before.

After discussions with NASA for two hours the culprit of the accident was a small meteoroid no larger than a pebble. That pebble however was moving at 10,000mph and wing. NASA contacted the ESA to have replacement parts sent to the shuttle on their launch in 5 days. That meant the flight would last two days longer than expected. In the meantime NASA OK’d the space walk. Colonel Johnson was the veteran with 6 space walks under his belt. However Sara was the specialist and would have to talk him through. Sara assisted Mark with putting on the bulky space suit. Everything was ready to go when Mark sighed and turned a little red. “I may have a problem Sara.” Mark said with a tinge of embarrassment.

“What wrong Mark?” Sara said. Mark cursed under his breath and said, “I have to go number one and this new suit is not equipped with a bladder.” Referring to the old waste receptacles in the old suits that were removed due to discomfort from most astronauts who wore them. “ Ok we’ll get you out of the suit so you can use the facilities.” Sara said. “Look, we have a short window to survey the problem before we reach Earth’s dayside. It will take thirty minutes to remove this suit and most likely cost us a day. So…”

Not it was Sara’s turn to turn red, “You want me to…” Mark turned beat red and said, “Will you help me make pee?” Sara giggled and Mark rolled his eyes, “Come on we are both grown ups here and it would be easier than me trying to take off these gloves and hold the bag and myself neither of which I could see over the chest panel.” Sara quickly pushed back to the storage cabinet and grabbed a fresh waste bladder. She looked at Mark and said, “OK, I’ll do this but you owe me!” With that she undid the environment seal of the waste line, pealing back the thermal control equipment, and reached the suit underneath. Sara reached in slowly and felt arousal building up in her. She reached into Mark’s undergarments and felt his pubic thatch. His was soft and thick leading to his manhood.

When Sara grabbed it to remove it from its constraints, she couldn’t believe how thick and sturdy it felt soft. She waited a second and felt its girth with her small hand, mesmerized. Finally she snapped back to reality and pulled it out and placed the bladder over the tip. Mark did his business and gave her the Ok. Sara removed the bladder and placed it in the self-sealing refuse bin. She placed Mark’s appealing manhood back and reattached all of the space suits components. As she finished, she returned to Mark’s eye level. He wore a slight grin and looked her in the eyes in a way that she never saw before. This time it was with a hunger like a predator with prey. The look made Sara damper than ever before.

Sara sealed the bay hatch and depressurized. Mark left the bay like a pro and began the fifteen-minute walk to the satellite. Sara returned to the control room to monitor the walk and keep in contact with Mark. When mark reached the satellite he whistled in astonishment. “Man this satellite’s computer core has taken a beating.” Mark took the pictures as Sara observed the camera images being sent back to her. Mark finished and returned to the shuttle with twenty minutes before dayside. Mark and Sara came to the same conclusions. The meteoroid that hit the shuttle was part of a group that also damaged the satellite. The only way it could be fixed was to replace the damaged parts. A second space walk was needed, but this time Sara would go due to the technical nature of the work. NASA Ok’d a second walk for the following day.

That night Sara floated in her bunk trying to get some sleep while Mark monitored the shuttle’s systems. Sleep did not come and instead she found herself thinking back to the help she had given Mark earlier. The thoughts of his prick made her warm and slightly perspire. Finally she kicked off her zero G restraint and left the bunkroom. Mark swung around to see her with the same look from earlier. “Can’t sleep huh.” Mark said, as he slowly looked her over. “No I’m going to take a shower, it’s been a long day.” With that Sara turned and entered the bay. In the bay, Sara stripped her suit off and opened the cabinet that held shower clothes. Inside the cabinet was a mirror. Sara looked at her body in the mirror. She always felt she was good looking; her five foot five frame was lean and fit, requirements for space flight and the air force. She had pale skin and brown hair that touched her back and some strands that brushed her pink nipples. The bay was cool but not cold, however at this instance it was not the temperature that gave her glass-cutting nipples. As she rubbed the cloth over her body, her mind drifted to Mark and his manhood. She rubbed the same area with the cloth over and over, closer and closer to her wet love.

Thoughts of Mark pressing on top of her filled her thoughts as she rubbed her clit with furry. She was so wrapped up in the thought she did not hear the low whine of the bay camera turn to face her. Mark watched Sara rub herself while floating. The erection he developed was busting out of his suit and he knew this was the best opportunity to take care of it. He quickly grabbed a bladder kept in the emergency kit and pulled his cock out. Sara continued to rub herself mumbling something under her breath. Finally her tempo picked up and she began to shudder. At the pick of the shudder she cried out Mark’s name. Mark lost it and released himself into the bladder. (Cum was just as bad as water to electronics and harder to explain to NASA). Sara returned to her bunk and Mark returned to his monitoring, both more hungry for each other than before.

The next day Sara prepared for the space walk. She packed all of her supplies and began the process of putting on the suit. Mark helped her and made sure that all of the seals were secured, spending extra time around the groin. Sara didn’t mind the diligence of her copilot. Sara made the trip to the satellite and got to work. Two hours went by and the replacement was complete. All that was left was a reboot. The satellite had many purposes, but mainly transmitted television feed to control towers below. The reboot proceeded but a problem arose. The data was corrupted and would need to be purged and reinstalled. The shuttle had the software incase this happened, but the process would take three hours. Sara returned to the shuttle as marked contacted NASA.

When Mark helped Sara remove the space suit, her eyes met his and the look was anything but happy. “NASA Ok’d the download but they’re analysis of our transmitter isn’t good. We can’t use it.” Sara frowned and looked off, “You mean they’ll have to send another shuttle up.” “No” Mark replied, we are getting instruction on how to build a replacement out of spare parts and non vital systems.” Sara looked at him with a smirk, “This isn’t Giligan’s Island, this is a 40 billion dollar piece of equipment, if the desk jockeys down their mess up, were toast.” Mark grabbed her by the shoulders and looked at her in the eyes, “Hey we’ll be OK, you’re the best and I know I can help you.” With that the smirk on Sara’s face turned to a grin. Mark didn’t let go right away and Sara didn’t protest. Finally he let her go and she slowly moved away, wishing she could take another shower, wishing for more.

After a day of removing components and rewiring circuits the new transmitter was ready. The two systems that were off had to be communications with NASA and the internal camera system, the download was going to take 4 hours with the new transmitter. All Sara and Mark could do was sit and wait. Mark said goodbye to NASA before he finished the rewire and lost communications. The download began and everything seemed in working order. Sara turned to read the diagnostic panel when Mark grabbed her hand and spun her around. Before she could say anything, Mark pulled her into him. She looked into his eyes that had that hungry look again. Before she could speak he opened his mouth, “This may be the only time we have alone without prying eyes our voices from NASA.” Mark said. “I felt your extra attention when you helped me out and I know you have been thinking of me.” She looked at him with so much to say but the only thing she got out was, “FUCK ME” He moved his head in closer and said, “If we do this we have to be careful, NASA doesn’t inventory condoms in these trips and I cannot shoot in the compartment.” Without a hesitation, she replied, “I will finish you with my mouth.”

Mark smiled and Sara could tell that had aroused him by the massive bulge in his suit. Within seconds they had ripped each other’s clothes off. Marks grabbed Sara and felt between her legs, what he felt was very wet and ready for him. He grabbed her while they both floated and placed his penis in front of her sex. Before Mark could push into Sara, she thrust her hips down on his rod. The sex was passionate, and primal. Sara bounced up and down on him, feeling her cervix get hit with each down stroke. Mark felt the ripples and squeeze of her wet tunnel. Mark thrust and Sara bucked as they both moaned and grunted. Finally Mark slowed down and looked Sara in the eyes again. “Honey, I’m going to cum, are you on birth control?”

Sara looked at him and shook her head no. She thought for a second and realized that this was the time she was most likely ovulating. “I am probably ovulating, but I don’t want you to stop.” Mark smiled and looked at her, “are you sure?” Sara’s response was to buck on his cock again. Mark grabbed Sara by the hips and began to thrust with an even more primal lust. Now besides satisfaction, his instincts wanted to send sperm to that egg in her womb.

Mark pushed and grunted, “I’m going to come in you.” Sara moaned and replied, “You may get me pregnant.” Mark picked up pace and Sara began her orgasm with a convulsions and screams. “Finally Mark pushed to her cervix and released his payload deep into Sara’s accepting cunt. Sara smiled as she felt each pop of sperm launched into her waiting womb. Over the next 4 hours Mark and Sara checked controls and mated 3 more times. Finally the download was complete and the crew rewired. The NASA control operator sounded a bit funny when contact was reestablished. The next day the ESA shuttle made contact with Sara and Mark. As they cam aboard with the parts, all three European Astronauts had smirks on their faces and looked Sara up and down like a piece of meat. They helped with the repairs and left. Mark shook his head after they left, “Fucking assholes, I had a mind to break their goddamn nose the way they looked at you.” Mark’s possessiveness turned Sara on; she hoped his sperm found her egg.

After a full system check, the return trip was calculated and the shuttle touched down in California after seven days in space. The crew was quickly removed from the shuttle and taken to the mission chief’s office. He came storming in with a look of anger on his face. “What the fuck was that?” The middle-aged man with a crew cut growled to them. Mark and Sara looked at each other with confusion and then Mark said, “What is what sir, I thought our mission was a success given the circumstances.” The chief looked at them both and said, “You wired your internal camera system into the satellite relay, the whole goddamn country got to watch your space breeding.” Mark’s eyes bulged from his head and Sara dropped her head in her hands. “We couldn’t turn the feed off because of the modifications. We kept the news form you to keep your minds focused on completing the mission.” The chief said. The rest of the debriefing went on for an hour, at the end Sara asked, “What will happen to us now?”

The chief smirked and said, “Well the public is actually supportive of you, in fact very supportive, he motioned them to the window and opened it to the parking lots of the complex. Behind the gates were thousands of people looking into the complex for the two astronauts. Many people held signs that said SPACE BABY and COSMIC COINCEPTION. “You two are a bit of celebrities. You’ll take a sabbatical until we figure out your condition Lieutenant Harris.” The chief looked at her belly and continued. “For now you have some thinking to do.”

Sara was pregnant and Mark married her two months later. They met fans, went on talk shows and became celebrities. Nine months later Sara gave birth to a boy and on the same day a record number of births were reported. Besides a space baby, many terrestrial babies were made.