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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.
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