Message-ID: <18123eli$9812190443@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: MelLin6695@aol.com Subject: New TG - Waldo - Flash Gordon - Part 5 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: 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 4 - A hard man is good to find or is it a good man. "He's whacking his meat again. The sound of him playing with himself woke me up.", remarked Doctor Zarkov as he crawled out of the small bunk in the rear of the rocket's small living area. Shaking his head as if Hurley's not-so-discrete actions displeased him, the bearded doctor moved forward toward the co-pilot's chair. There was a faint smile on Dale's pretty lips as she brought the doctor up to date on what occurred while he was sleeping "That's the third time in a little over five hours for him but who's counting? I know from my own personal experience, that coming off the erection-inhibitor pills can be very frustrating if there's not a ready source for physical release. I can easily imagine how frustrating it must be for him at this stage of his withdrawal symptoms, especially with my female body present to act as a catalyst for constantly reminding him of his pent-up frustrations. He's not hit on me yet because he knows damn well what my answer will be..FUCKING NO' ...because I've already told him that I'll never have sex with any man. But that doesn't stop him from looking at me like a horny dog and imagining what it would be like to screw me. Just before he rushed to the bathroom this time to masturbate again, he told me that I even smelled like a woman." Pulling his pipe out of his pocket and holding the unlit pipe, the doctor mused "Pheromones. In this small cooped-up living quarters, your female body produces enough pheromones to make a battalion of Marines go AWOL. I've also noticed the same wonderful smell quite occasionally and it's had the same physical effect on me. Thank god that I'm so fucking old and decrepit that I can't get it up as often as I did when I was a young horny stud or I would be back there with the cook, hatching a nefarious scheme with him to use a Tractor-Grazer on you. You've got to admit that your female body is worth fantasizing about. Well, it's good to see that our cook's not shy about expressing his frustration. When they keep their frustration pent up, it becomes more difficult to maintain a healthy equilibrium. Has he flirted with you yet?" "You will know if he does. Just check his eyes out. If one's swollen and bruised, then he crossed the line." "Look, you and I go a long way back and I'm the only person who knows how this ungodly daily transformation into two different bodies has effected you mentally. I know that when you're in her body, that you feel all of her urges, desires, physical itches and frustrations - both mentally and physically. I've seen you go into the bathroom and take a long shower too many times to suspect that you're really that interested in having a clean body. She was only human and so are you. If the situation was reversed and it was the real Dale sitting here beside me, I would give her the same advice. Don't go months without sex, especially when you're getting ready to put your life on the line again. No matter what the stupid official government studies indicate, sex can be very beneficial if done under the right circumstances. They banned it in space simply because they didn't want to have to deal with uncontrolled sex, such as rape and problems associated with pregnancy, diseases or jealousy on a long space voyage. If I was a young virile man, I would've already offered myself as a solution to the problems that you're ignoring day after day; but I'm lucky if my little pee spout gets hard enough where it can fit into my hand, much less squeeze into a tight body cavity. That young cook back there has a serious problem caused by drugs that our government fed him to keep him flaccid and behaving himself. Coming off the drugs right now, he could keep it hard for hours and make a woman real happy. I guess that I'm trying to advise you as your friend and as your doctor that you need to rethink some of your decisions about how you're going to handle your dual lifestyle as Dale and Flash. You could solve some of your own problems by helping him with his problem. After all a good man is hard to find, so it's also true that a hard man is good to find on this small rocket, especially with the type of problems that you face daily." The smile disappeared from her face and her lips tightened as he openly discussed a taboo subject that she had previously decreed as 'banned'. A ban that the doctor frequently ignored. She recognized that he knew when she was masturbating within the privacy of the small bathroom. That small relief with her hand, was her only concession to the strong sexual urges that she felt when she was Dale. And she felt that urge almost daily now. When he was Flash, he also masturbated in the shower as he pretended that it was the real Dale he was making love to, instead of his right hand. When he was Dale, she pretended that she was spreading her thighs around the man of her dreams - her male self. That image came from the real Dale's memories where she really enjoyed making love to Flash so it was very easy to use those old memories as the basis for the new masturbation fantasies. She knew that the female masturbation frequently got very vocal and loud within the small shower but Zarkov had always pretended that he hadn't noticed before. Knowing that she had to face the problem sooner or later that he was describing, she ran a hand nervously through the thick mane of dark hair as she confessed to her good friend "There are times when I think that I'm really her. When I do some of the personal things, such as brush my hair, or spend a little time on my nails, or....". They both knew what she was avoiding mentioning. She continued in a timid, almost hurting sounding voice "I find myself drifting into thinking that I'm really her...that I feel as if I had been born as Dale Arden. I pray for those moments because I become her so much that I forget about who I really am. Because when I remember that I'm really Flash Gordon in her borrowed body, feeling her pains and pleasures, thinking the thoughts that she would've thought, that hurts so much that I can't stand it. Yes, I do masturbate myself because I can't help myself. I don't do it as often as I would like to, but it definitely relieves some of my frustration and makes it easier for me to stare at my borrowed face in the mirror or to look down at my chest to see her beautiful tits. One of the things that Dale and I used to enjoy when we had time to relax, was oral sex. So when I'm Dale and in the privacy of the bathroom..I frequently finger myself to a high state of arousal as I lick my fingers clean and pretend it's her jism coated fingers that I'm sucking." Zarkov coughed and stared at his trousers as he commented "Wow. I haven't been this hard in a long time. Just hearing you describe that was enough to bring a spark of life back to what I thought was dead meat." Dale turned her chair and stared at the instrument panel as if the subject was instantly closed. Recognizing that he probably made a mistake, Zarkov continued "Sorry about that personal observation, but as long as we were airing our problems, I thought that it was important that you know that my cock also considers you to be a total woman." Laughing out loud at her friend's crude but honest compliment, she spun her chair again to face him. For a moment, it looked as if she was going to lean forward and kiss him which is what the real Dale would've done. She smiled at him and whispered "My good friend...if I ever decide to have sex as a woman with a man, you will be at the top of my short list of men that I would share my bed with." Rubbing his now-obvious erection through the thin trousers, the Doctor commented "This is the worse day of my life. I spend months in the company of one of the world's most beautiful women who's totally dedicated to her misguided principles as applies to 'romps in the hay' with men. So what if she's sexually frustrated and spends a lot of time pumping herself? Then one day she says something which turns me on so much that I feel like a twenty-year-old stud. My penis turns into temporary into a cock again and what happens? She still turns my bedroom request down and some horny cook is back in the only bathroom whacking his meat for only the third time in five hours so that I can't take advantage of my condition. If we can't have sex, how about if I drop my trousers and we take a picture of my manhood because I don't think it'll ever get this hard again at my age." They burst out laughing. Two old friends sharing a man-to-man joke that only they would think as being funny. They didn't know that the cook had just come out of the bathroom barely in time to watch the doctor rubbing his erection and to see the beautiful young smiling woman laughing at his speech. From the look on the cook's face, he certainly didn't think whatever they were laughing about was funny. The doctor heard the door open and spun his chair. Yelling "Gangway" in a joking manner, he rushed toward the open door of the bathroom. He skipped around Corporal Hurley as he unfastened his trousers and pulled the bathroom door shut behind him. Corporal Hurley felt that he had come in on the punchline and that he needed to hear the joke. He sat down in the just vacated chair and noticed that Dale's chest was bobbing slightly as she continued to laugh at the doctor's unexpected childlike antics. Hurley could only stare at her laughing lips and gleaming eyes as he observed a personal side of the transformed Dale Arden that he hadn't seen so far. Up to now, Dale had been just as ramrod straight and somber as her alternating Flash personality. Looking at the vibrant looking woman sitting beside him, he felt a strong sexual desire for her. A desire that he thought that he had just temporary cured with his only- minutes-before trip to the bathroom. He clinched his fingernails into the palms of his hands, hoping that the minor pain would restore control to the big head, stripping control back from the little head that was taking total control of his body and mouth. He knew that he shouldn't say what he felt like saying but he felt his lips open and heard the crude but true words come out of his mouth "I want to fuck you." Her laughter instantly ceased. The gleam in her eyes disappeared and a seriousness made her eyes look dangerous - like a caged tiger. Her lips tightened and her breasts quit heaving from the mirth. Turning her chair to face him, she spoke in the command-type voice that they teach officers "It'll never happen. Forget about it and resume your lessons. We're getting closer to Mongo and need to concentrate on improving your skills." Corporal Hurley had been chosen to become a cook by the military because he wasn't too good at thinking on his feet. Instead of taking her suggestion and shutting up as ordered, he continued digging his grave even deeper as he sneered "You want me as much as I want you but you won't admit it to yourself. I saw the look on your face when you were trying to warm my frozen body. You enjoyed it when I rubbed my hard cock against you, didn't you?" The hybrid Flash/Dale's mind was whirling with confusing thoughts. Unexpectedly the Dale portion of her mind was thinking "yes, I need a man and I did enjoy the sensation when you unexpectedly rubbed your cock against me", while the Flash portion was thinking "Man, you're about to get your ass kicked for even thinking about jumping in bed with me". Adding to the confusion was the familiar strong itch that Dale was feeling between her legs that she had learned how to satisfy within the privacy of the bathroom. She recognized that her internal 'little head' was thinking for her, just as much as Hurley's cock was speaking for him. Knowing that she didn't want to have this confrontation, she stood up and stepped toward the rear of the rocket to get away from him and to give herself a little time to think. But before she could get more one step away from the pilot's seat, he caught her hand and used his stronger strength to spin her back into his open arms. Before she could physically resist his manhandling of her, his hands went around her waist, pinning her within his grasp as his lips pressed against her shocked lips. Stunned by the suddenness of his unanticipated actions and by the unexpected strong emotions racking her totally female body, she offered only minimal resistance. Her mind was screaming "THIS IS WHAT YOU REALLY WANT. FUCK HIS BRAINS OUT, THEN STOMP THE SHIT OUT OF HIM FOR BEING SO DAMN AGGRESSIVE." When his tongue probed through her easily spread lips, she offered no resistance because she knew that Hurley and Zarkov were both right about the frustration that she tried to hide. She needed sex. Real sex, not that temporary masturbation as she tried to satisfy her body's demands. When he pressed his pelvis hard against her vaginal mound and she felt the hard cock sticking straight up within his trousers mashing tightly against her body, she unexpectedly responded by pressing her own pelvis firmly against his pelvis and purposefully matched his gyrating pressure. The hard cock pressed tightly between their close bodies and all she could think about, was how wonderfully warm she felt in her raging body and how much she wanted his cock. A small part of her brain was whimpering "I shouldn't be doing this" but the larger part of her brain was shouting "YES. YES. YES, LET ME HAVE IT." while her body was screaming "I NEED THIS. I WANT TO BE FUCKED. NOW!!!" As a result of all those confusing thoughts, she felt her legs spread slightly to allow his warm masculine leg to slip in between her spread thighs. She tilted her head upward to meet his face and used her probing tongue to hungrily explore inside his mouth as his hands cupped her breasts causing another fantastic sexual sensation. She fought the strong womanly urge to pull his head down to her boobs and let him nuzzle her. Instead she dug her fingernails into the back of his head and held his lips tightly against her lips as she tried to delay the inevitable by not going any further than she had already permitted. She felt him guide her backwards against a wall where he pinned her. She enjoyed the dual sensation of the hardness of the wall pressing against her back and the hardness of his cock pressing against her strong internal itch. She felt his hands pull her blouse out of her trousers and his hands slide up under her blouse as his fingers explored her belly on the way up to her breasts. She felt his large fingers force their way up under the already tight bra and push the bra up her chest, exposing the warm heavy boobs to the coolness of room air. If Flash was happy when the Dale side of their joined memories was completely in control, such as when she was brushing her hair, then Flash would have been ecstatic over how much of Dale's personality was in control at that moment. It was Dale's female mind that was reacting to Hurley's hungry mouth nipping on her exposed boobs. It was Dale's mind that was guiding her legs to tightly clinch around the Corporal's legs as they did what teenagers called 'air-fucking'. Both bodies were humping each other as they leaned against a wall but there wasn't anything eased into Dale's body other than a tongue in the mouth - YET! She felt one of her legs rise and try to wrap around his waist but she didn't care that her hormones were controlling her actions instead of her brain. She felt her back arch as she puffed out her breasts so she could let the hungry man roughly suck and squeeze the sensitive flesh. She felt him let go of her nipple with his teeth and step back. She groaned and reached for his head to pull his lips back to her chest, but his stronger arms pushed her back. She could see the lust in his eyes and knew that the same lust was in her eyes. Then she watched him in slow motion as he grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, popping the buttons. She stepped forward and shook her arms to help him undress her as he guided the torn clothing from her body. As she merged back tightly against his body again, she felt his hands unsnap her bra and she stepped back momentary, holding up her arms so he could pull it up over her head. Like a tiger on the prowl, she reciprocated his actions by grabbing his shirt and pulling it up, ripping the buttons as she tried to undress him. He grabbed his shirt from her hands and proceeded to rip it from his body as she nuzzled her face against his hairy chest. The feel of the hairy chest rubbing against her face as she licked his male nipples did several things. It eased some of the sexual tension that she was feeling. But it also enabled some of Flash's mind to think about what was occurring. Dale's mind was saying "we're two animals and we're going to fuck all night", while Flash's mind was trying to stay focused upon "I'm kissing a man's hairy chest. STOP!" Hurley grabbed Dale's hand and started pulling her toward the small cot. That simple action was just enough of a 'we are going to do it' signal for more of Flash's mind to take control again. Dale resisted for just a second so that the Flash portion of her mind could think about what was getting ready to occur. And Hurley screwed up. Instead of continuing to saturate the confused woman's over-worked mind with kisses and gentle sensations, he jerked his trousers down and reached for the back of Dale's head to force her mouth down to his cock. She couldn't stop his stronger downward push but she could divert the downward push just enough to miss the target that her head was being aimed at. She twisted away from him into a spinning spiral so that as her body spun around, her boot-clad foot went spinning straight toward his jaw. With a loud thud, her foot collided hard with his face. For a second, he stood there dazed, then his knees collapsed as he passed out from her forceful kick. Like a falling tree, he fell where he had tried to drag her - on top of the bunk. The bathroom door opened and a quite jovial Doctor Zarkov came out of the bathroom, laughing at some private joke that he thought of while attending to his personal needs. But he quit laughing at the unexpected sight that greeted him. A semi-nude from-the-waist-up Dale Arden was standing over an unconscious Corporal Hurley whose trousers were down around his ankles. And the young Corporal's big boner was sticking straight up in the air. Turning his attention to the young woman who was angrily staring at the erection as if she was thinking about grabbing a knife and cutting the damn thing off, the Doctor noticed that her naked chest was a mixture of red and white coloring as if there had been some very recent strenuous groping of her body. The thick nipples showed that her body had enjoyed the manhandling. Deciding that he needed to try to make light of whatever occurred between the two of them while he was in the bathroom attending to his own personal needs, he tried to tell an impromptu joke. Pointing at the unconscious man's large erection, he joked "I was proud of my little boner until I saw that thing on him. What happened?" She picked up her bra from the floor and began putting it on as she declared in a solemn tone of voice with just a hint of suppressed anger "You were partially right. He's hard but as long as he's got erection problems, he's not going to be too good. Do we have any erection-inhibitor pills anywhere that we can start him on while he's on this ship with us?" "No, because I don't need them and you've always been against them." Picking up her ripped blouse, she declared in a strong, angry voice "That was when they used them against me and made me take them. But now I can easily see why the government mandates their use on every ship. The Corporal taught me a lot about myself and life that I didn't know." "Uhhh, just because you have one bad experience with a man doesn't mean that all experiences will be bad. You and I both know that it was the drugs that drove him to do whatever he did." In one quick step, she pushed the doctor hard back against the wall, pinning him just as she had been pinned against the same wall by Hurley only seconds earlier. Before Doctor Zarkov could react from the unexpected close quarters of her semi-naked body pressing hard against him, her hot mouth closed over his mouth. Not being a fool, he didn't resist her kiss or unexpected body pressing against his body and quickly felt the wonderful pleasure of her tongue penetrating his mouth. For several seconds, he was too stunned to do anything but enjoy the woman's quick flickering tongue within his mouth and the hard firm womanly breasts mashed against his chest. Her hot tongue within his mouth, revealed her flaming passion that she was fighting to control. Just as quick as their kiss started, she also ended it by pulling away and declaring in a husky voice "Sorry but I feel very aggressive and horny right now, thanks to our friend's overly aggressive stimulation of my body. I didn't know it until he showed me that I have feelings that I've been suppressing, but it appears from my reaction that I really do need to have some sex when I'm in this body. When and if I get fucked by a man, I want it to be because I want to fuck that someone; not because they want to fuck me and are physically superior to me. You're still the top of my short list and if anyone gets willingly into my panties, it's going to be you. And you're right. I do need some sex but I'm not ready for that sex to be with another person yet..especially if that other person is a man. Now if you'll watch our friend to make sure that he behaves himself when he wakes up, I'm going to go take a looooooonnnnnggggg shower. I need a good long masturbation at this moment." Dropping her blouse on the floor, she reached behind her and unsnapped the bra that she had just put on. She gave a quick shake of her body and let the delicate garment fall to the floor. Stepping back toward the doctor who was still leaning against the wall, she pressed her firm breasts against the stunned doctor's chest. She dug her fingernails into the back of his skull, then guided his bearded face down against her soft breasts. In one quick swing of her chest, she rubbed his beard against each breast then pushed away from him as she huskily whispered "I've been wondering for a long time what a scruffy beard would feel like rubbing against my boobs. I like its soft feel. Ta-ta, I'm off to take my shower." He could only stare at her naked back as she walked into the bathroom. He was still dazed and confused from the unexpected turn of events. Usually he carefully composed his words before he spoke but he found himself speaking exactly what was on his mind at that moment "Some men like legs or cunts or ass, but I've always been a boob man. Everyone that knows me, is aware that I thoroughly enjoy looking at women's boobs. So if you want to become a little more closer than just being friends with me some day, I would be most willing to let you see what a scruffy beard feels like against your pretty breasts for a couple of hours. I promise to not kiss and tell." As she turned to close the door, he saw that there was a faint smile on her face. A pretty smile from a beautiful woman with a terrific body that caused him to have the second rock-hard erection that he experienced that day. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----