Message-ID: <18120eli$9812190442@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG - Waldo - Flash Gordon - Part 2 of 10 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <81822057.367b2a7f@aol.com> Flash By Waldo (mellin6695.aol.com) Warning - Flash Gordon, Dale, Zarkov, Ming and the planet Mongo don't belong to me, but were borrowed for this parody. If you're not an adult, don't read any further. This story may be posted on web sites that offer free distribution of stories to the general public. Just drop me an e-mail telling me where it's posted and I'll be happy. Chapter 1 - The rescue (con't) ****** Inside the spacesuit, Corporal Joseph Hurley felt like he was almost frozen solid. Eighteen hours earlier, the vehicle's batteries went completely dead. As a result, the radio broadcasts ceased, the spacesuit heater quit functioning and the air started becoming thick with gases other than oxygen. His face was chalky white, there were small icicles hanging from his eyelashes and nose hair. His breathing was quite shallow and he was having a hard time staying awake. He was only minutes from drifting off into a deep permanent sleep as his body shut down functions - just as the vessel had shut down after the batteries went dead. As a result of the on - off sleep of his freezing body, he had frequently hallucinated. So when he saw someone enter the kitchen and bend over him, he didn't think nothing of it. It was roughly the same hallucination that he had experienced over the last forty-eight hours as his health declined from lack of oxygen and the coldness. And when the hallucination picked him up from the floor of the gravity-less wrecked space vessel, he didn't move, object or get excited - after all, it was only a dream. But as the spacesuited hallucination carried him through the different airlocks to the main airlock, something began to sink into Hurley's confused mind - the hallucination felt solid as if it could be real. And when the hallucination carried him through the main airlock, into a smaller airlock that he had never seen before, something within Hurley's confused mind told him that perhaps it was real. Perhaps he was being rescued. Then the hallucination carried him into a small rocket's crowded cabin and laid him on the rocket's small floor as he felt the artificial gravity being turned on. Staring through his frost- covered visor, Hurley could see the space-suited person bending over him and could feel someone removing his helmet. As the helmet came off and warm air rushed across his face, he could see a man in the cabin's small background shutting the airlock. Then the heavy-set bearded man rushed to his side and began gently slapping the frozen man's face as the rescuer called out "Hurley. Talk to me. I'm Doctor Zarkov. It's going to be all right. We're here and you're going to be all right now." Hurley couldn't talk because of his chattering teeth. As the doctor fumbled with removing Hurley's spacesuit, the semi- frozen cook watched his spacesuited rescuer stand up and remove the helmet. As the helmet came off, Hurley saw the beautiful face of a female angel. A young angel with long curly dark hair, a cute button of a nose, high cheekbones, full lips, and wide seductive eyes with delicate lashes. It was a woman's classical type of beautiful face that painters sought to capture on their canvas. Her face sticking out of the bulky spacesuited reminded the cook at first, of one of his favorite actresses from one of the old classical movies that was still being shown on Earth television stations - a young Raquel Welch as she played the long curly- haired heroine in the movie about a 2000 B.C cavewoman. The woman's attractive youthful facial features presented the same exotic, fiery-eyed beauty as the movie star. But this woman's face was prettier with her wide expressive dark eyes that were highlighted by natural delicate lashes and lips that just begged to be kissed; a natural beauty that didn't need makeup to look attractive. Her thick mane of curly shoulder length hair was so naturally dark that it was almost black but combined with her tanned skin and exotic features; it just made her more ravishing beautiful. Hurley normally preferred blondes but this woman's hair perfectly framed her beautiful face and complimented her tanned complexion so that she invoked a sense of classical beauty instead of the artificial beauty that blonde hair usually conjures. Hurley could only stare at the woman's attractive face as she fumbled with her suit's closures while the doctor worked on Hurley's suit closures. Her suit was heated, so it was more pliable and she was able to get completely out of it before the doctor finished opening up Hurley's frozen suit. As she slipped out of the large bulky spacesuit which hid the seductive roundness of her womanly body, Hurley could only stare at the relative smallness and absolute femininity of her youthful mid- twenties body clad in the standard female officer's uniform. Freed from the form-hiding bulkiness of the spacesuit, there was no way that her body could be mistaken as being a male body because of her shapely curves. All the crewmembers on his vessel had been male. That was the standard crew composition on all military exploration vessels. Thus it was more than five months since the frozen cook last feasted his eyes on a woman and almost eight months since he had his last sex experience. That was with a prostitute at the space port as the crew prepared their ship for take-off. Less than a week after the sex and subsequent departure, the Captain followed standard procedures. The Captain ordered the whole crew to start taking the erection-inhibitor pills on a daily basis. The policy on pills guaranteed celibacy within the close confines of the exploration vessels. The pill was the government's method to ensure that sexual problems were kept to a minimum on long space flights. It controlled the physical desires of the person's body so that the taker was unable to develop an erection even under the most intense physical stimulation, so that masturbation was impossible. It also affected the person's mind so that they didn't care or think about sex; in effect turning them into docile crewmembers who only achieved satisfaction through the performance of their tasks. There were some problems with taking the pills. The pills had to be taken daily and once a man quit taking the pills, the usual male experienced several weeks of suddenly released, strong, sometimes uncontrollably too strong desires. Sort of like a dam bursting as the man remained aggressively horny and constantly aroused from the aftereffects. Thus the high number of prostitutes that the government permitted to hang around the major space docking ports, served a function as the women helped the men through the typical several week's transition period back to more normal sexual demands. Because of the wreck, it was almost a week since Hurley swallowed his last erection-inhibitor pill. The danger, the coldness, the constantly-on spacesuit and the loneliness had kept him from experiencing the known aftereffects. But as he watched her push the spacesuit away from her body revealing the government standard-issue, woman officer's uniform, he felt the first traces of warmth within his body - a mild warmth as more blood flowed into his semi-frozen penis. When she was out of her spacesuit, she helped the doctor peel Hurley's suit away from his body. Both rescuers bent over the cook undressing him, but Hurley stared only at the woman's face, obviously preferring to look at her instead of the doctor. After they got him out of the spacesuit, the doctor started removing the first of the four layers of clothes that Hurley was wearing under the suit to stay warm. The doctor described the danger that the cook was still facing "We've got to get him out of these frozen-solid clothes and into a warm bed. The longer that he stays frozen, the more chance that he runs a higher potential of damage to his skin and vital organs. Unfortunately, we don't have any means to warm his body..except with our own body heat." The woman's soft voice warmed Hurley's soul as she abruptly began unzipping her officer's tunic. She answered the doctor's statement in a matter-of-fact voice but to the frozen man who was feeling alive in only one throbbing part of his body, she sounded like a angel as she declared "You barely fit into the cot by yourself so there's no way that the two of you can squeeze onto the cot. If he needs body heat, then it looks like I'm the best choice for this job." The quick pull of the zipper down her tunic revealed two perfect, tear-drop shaped perky chalk-white breasts. Hurley's eyes were focused on her perfect body as she unzipped and removed her tunic. Stepping back from the cot slightly, she sat down in one of the near-by pilot chairs and began tugging off her boots. Ignoring the closer doctor who was busy reading his medical instruments and undressing the cook, Hurley stared at woman's perfect exposed jiggling breasts as she fumbled with removing her boots. He was frozen, but he felt the warmth within his groin become warmer and more enjoyable. Five solid months of taking an erection-inhibitor pill every day had reduced his cock to being nothing more than a pee-spout. Now that the pill was out of his system and his body was beginning to return to normal, the side-effects of suddenly having a cock again was beginning to cause him to experience the strong sexual desires that the pill had stopped. By the time that the woman was completely undressed, revealing a picture-perfect body that belonged in a centerfold layout, the doctor had most of Hurley's clothes off. The naked woman moved back to the cot to assist the doctor and kneeled over Hurley as the doctor tugged on the various protective layers of trousers. The cook almost groaned out loud when her nimble hands expertly unfastened his trousers, allowing the doctor to tug the trousers down off his legs. While she was busy getting him undressed, Hurley could only stare at her magnificent body as he looked at her youthful womanly profile as she kneeled beside him and fumbled with his trousers. It was 'a dream come true' he thought as his mind began fantasying about her using her mouth to restore the heat to his body. The mental image of her voluptuous red lips wrapped around his cock, blowing warmth into his body through his cock, caused him to experience a rush as more blood filled his cock, causing it to feel warm - and very alive. He imagined her sucking on his cock until the sweat from her exertions restored his body to the normal color and temperature. But his fantasy didn't come true - well, part of it didn't come true. As soon as Hurley was completely undressed, she scooted around his prone-on-the-floor spread-out position to where she was kneeling behind his head. Lifting up on his head and shoulders, she scooted her kneeling warm legs under his shoulders supporting his frozen back, allowing him to look up at the underside of the two most perfect nipples that he had ever been privileged to look at. A dying man has to do whatever it takes to try to stay alive. Hurley knew that he wasn't dying at that moment and seeing the soft flesh of the breast so close to his face, was enough to give him another objective. If he was going to die, it was going to be after he sucked on one of those beautiful tits. He stared at them as he pulled the last remaining strength from deep inside himself and prepared to launch himself toward the woman's perfect breasts. But before he could lift his head and aim his mouth at her perfect puffy areola, the doctor grabbed Hurley's legs, and she slipped her arms under Hurley's back, lifting his head as they picked him up. Her lifting his upper body resulted in the back of his head resting in the cleavage between her soft warm breasts. The soft breasts spread apart as his head pressed against them, letting his head push the woman's soft mounds of flesh further apart. Both of them lifted at the same time and although Hurley couldn't feel anything but numbness in most of his body, he knew that his neck was supported by two of the most fantastic breasts in the world. Before he could turn his head to look at one of the beautiful tits from a closer viewpoint, the doctor and woman spun him around and laid him on the small cot. Hurley bit his lip to keep from groaning out loud as he felt her warm breasts pull away from his body. As they adjusted his position on the cot, the woman who was leaning over him as she adjusted a pillow under Hurley's head, revealing her beautiful hanging down mounds, said in a somewhat grumpy tone of voice "Looks like he's perfectly functional between the legs. Doesn't appear to be any damage to that part of his body." They shoved him against the wall to make room for her in the small cot beside him. She slipped into the small be, putting her arms around his neck, pulling his cold body tight against her warm chest, as she shared her body heat with him. She spread her legs around his legs and pressed his frozen thigh against her warmest and most intimate area. Knowing that she had to warm him quickly, she began rubbing her upper leg up and down his thigh, spreading her body heat across a larger portion of his body. His teeth were chattering from the cold but a warm fire was raging through his body from the combined aftereffects of the pills and the nearness of her delicious body. The doctor covered them with the only blanket to keep the body heat from escaping as they huddled close together. Pressed closely together in the small space, the woman stared into Hurley's eyes, seeing the sexual hunger deep within his soul. Recognizing that he was probably considering her body to be his for the taking, she voiced her rules for her intimate contact "If you get the wrong ideal and start trying to take advantage of this situation, then I'm out of here. I'm only here because you need heat and this is the only method that we've got on this small rocket to quickly warm your body back up. As soon as you've somewhat recovered and don't need my body heat anymore, I'll get up." She pulled his face close to her body, letting her oh-so-close wonderful-feeling body share her body's warmth with the cook's frozen body. As her warm breath flowed across his frozen neck and her gentle rubbing of his back and thigh by her constantly moving arm and leg brought the first tinges of warmth into those frozen areas, he felt his erection become even more alive as it quickly filled with warm blood. She noticed the erection also because she stiffened slightly as the banana-like hard appendage pressed heavily against her soft belly. She changed her body position slightly so that her pelvic mound was closer to his hip than to his groin. Groaning slightly through his chattering teeth, he arched his back slightly, as he also moved so that his groin was once again rubbing against her groin. Obviously not liking the feel of his throbbing erection against her soft mound of pubic hair, she pulled slightly away from him and tried to keep her genitalia away from his probing erection. Staring angrily into his eyes to warn him to control himself, she whispered "NO! Now behave yourself." He couldn't behave himself if he wanted to. The after effects of being medically impotent for five months and suddenly finding himself naked in bed with an equally naked beautiful angel was too much for him to handle. He grabbed her and expertly quickly rotated their bodies on the cot so that she was pinned under him with her legs spread wide around his legs in the standard missionary position. Laying on top of her with much heavier weight, his erection felt like a solid banana mashed between their tightly pressed bodies. She resisted his positioning change but his stronger strength and heavier body was more than she could handle. She felt his back arch slightly and the heavy cockhead drift from her belly button down her body as he began pulling his butt back and lining up so that he could force his cock into her. Wrapping her legs tightly around his waist, she firmly positioned her groin so tightly against his body that he couldn't line his cockhead up with her vagina entrance. Turning her head which was the only other part of her body that she could move under his heavy weight, she loudly called the doctor "DOC! He's acting up. Give him something! QUICK before I have to hurt him." He couldn't say what he really wanted to say to her because of his chattering teeth, but he was thinking "Let me give you something...then you can hurt me." Then he felt the blanket being lifted from his back exposing his naked rump and the unexpected stinging of a needle's gentle prick as the doctor injected something into him. Hurley could've fought the needle and possibly pulled away before too much of the drug was injected into him. But he was concentrating more on breaking the strong grip of the woman's legs which were wrapped so tightly around his waist that he couldn't get the clearance room that he needed to line up his cock head with her pussy. As the warmth of the drug rushed through his body relaxing him so much that he had to devote all of his energy to staying awake, he decided that he was still hallucinating. After all, who had ever heard of a woman on a rocket ship? And there weren't any stories of anyone being rescued by a naked woman's body heat so this had to be dream. But it sure felt real, especially her firm tits pressed tightly against his chest. As he drifted off to sleep, he didn't care if he was going to die now. His cavalier attitude was because of the fantastic naked woman's body curled up next to him which also caused the broad smile on his face. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----