Dale Arden in the Harem of Hawkmen

“Tell me, Dale, did my wives disobey me and push you out of these skyrooms?” Vultan thundered.

Lura instantly looked guilty. Faltering words escaped her fallen face. “Your Majesty, I—”

“No, your Majesty,” Dale said over her. “I fell—I was leaning out admiring the view…”

Vultan snorted and turned on his heel, disappearing out of the skyroom with a resounding slam. In a heartbeat, Lura had fallen to her knees before Vultan’s newest harem member.

“You lied to save me, Dale! Forgive me—I only did it because I love him so! My life is yours, Dale. Yes, even Vultan—take him!”

Dale looked away, discomforted by Lura’s lavish display of emotion. “Get up, Lura. I forgive you and I don’t want Vultan. I love Flash Gordon. All I want is to escape and save him.”

Lura pulled herself onto a nearby divan. “I promise you I’ll do everything in my power to help!”

“But what can we do? We’re prisoners in these skyrooms.”

Lura smiled lightly. “I know one thing we can do. And it’ll make you forget all about how bad I was before!”

She slowly unfastened her halter. Dale stared. Her big dark eyes narrowed.

“Oh, those are pretty,” Yvee cooed. She was another of Vultan’s supplely-bodied wives and she took a long gulp from her drink before shrugging off her own crystal-clear kimono. “You think I’m pretty too, don’t you, Dale?”

The first thing Dale noticed, aside from how beautiful Yvee was, was the pink tip of her clit rising stiffly from the upper reach of her fan of pubic hair. It had to be an inch long!

Lura writhed her little hips and thrust her breasts forward. “We’re getting her excited, Dale!”

“We are?” Dale breathed, not totally sure what was going on, why they were so naked all of a sudden, nor why her pussy was getting all juicy.

“Wait until we get between her legs! We’ll make her come like crazy!”

Dale bit her lip. This isn’t turning me on. It’s just the way she’s moving her hips and throwing her tits out at me…

“What are you waiting for, cute stuff?” Lura asked her. “Don’t you know how good we’ve gotten at this, trying to keep busy when Vultan won’t pay attention to us?”

“That’s why we got so jealous of you,” Yvee said. “One more bride means we’ll have to wait even longer for him to play with us.”

“But it also means one more pussy to have fun with!” Lura continued.

“Pussy!?” Dale gasped.

Yvee pouted. “She doesn’t know what to do. She’d never had to make do without a man—I bet Flash Gordon is always there for her, with as many kisses as she wants.”

“That’s okay,” Lura said, moving to a bed and curling her finger at Yvee. “We’ll show her how she can entertain herself.”

“Entertain myself?” Dale asked. “What do you mean?”

“You watch—it’ll be your turn before you know it,” Lura smiled.

Yvee moved to the bed and sprawled out to Lura’s left. Lura slid close to her, her right hand reaching down Yvee’s belly and going between her thighs.

A fascinatingly girlish aroma teased Dale’s nostrils. Her clit was responding. They really were doing something very boy-girl, but all on their own!

“Ohh, Dale has no idea what she’s in for, but you do,” Lura muttered, palming Yvee’s wet sex. “Now don’t you be like smelly ol’ Vultan and forget all about me because there’s fresh quim around. Show me how nice you can be!”

Yvee stretched her left hand to Lura’s waiting pussy. Lura shuddered, leaning above Yvee, her plump lips closing around Yvee’s right nipple. The harder the little bud stiffened, the more Lura sucked it, until the throbs of delight dropped right down to the core of Yvee’s loins.

Now slippery fingers teased along her slot, in around her clitoris, and finally dipped inside her.

“GGH!” Yvee breathed, stroking her body up at the invader. “I need it, Lura! I love what you’re giving me!”

Yvee’s fingers explored her remarkable clit, all of it tense and responsive, before abandoning it for her juicy opening. Lura moaned and rolled her hips upward. The passion was mounting between them. It was even better with Dale watching them, a reservoir taking their overflowing lust so that there was more of it for everyone.

Lura toyed with Yvee’s silky cunt, fingers going in and out, pressing deeper, then sharply chiseling at Yvee’s G-spot. Her lover breathed fast. It was delicious to be handled so adroitly. She was ready to pop now. Her lips moved soundlessly, encouraging Lura to keep going—to suck her hard nipples and tease her little pearl.

Lura was feeling much more passionate herself, but it took more than a hand to get her off. She needed to get a nice, slick cunt around her taut clit.

She lifted her mouth from Yvee’s tit. “Come, you bitch, come!” she demanded, driving the heel of her hand into Yvee’s swollen clit, rubbing it swiftly.

Yvee felt the rush of desire. Her clit pulsed twice for every once that Lura’s hand rubbed it. Her legs jerked and her breasts swelled. The beat of her ecstasy was sweet as honey, one throb after another, each keeping her at the heights of blessed orgasm.

“OHH!” she cried. “OHH! FUCK! I’M COMING!”

“That’s good—let it all out—show Dale how much fun she’s in for” were faint words to Yvee’s ears. She was too lost in the lunges from one climax to the next. Warm lips touched hers, a tongue invaded her mouth, and she held Lura as the rush of sugary delight finally passed through her body.

Dale sprawled in a chair that faced the bed and held her right hand to her sex like there was a leak that had to be plugged. She couldn’t help but envy Yvee. That foxy little thing had really gone bang! Lura had known just how to do it. She was everything Dale wanted in a lover, very dominant, strong-willed and completely experienced—only she was a girl!

Yvee came down to earth and Lura lifted her mouth out of the kiss. Dale almost ran to the bed to interpose herself before Yvee recovered her wits.

“Oh, Lura!” Yvee breathed. “How can something so wonderful take no time at all?”

“Vultan might keep you waiting, but I don’t!” Lura laughed. “Now I can’t explain it any better than that, Dale. Are you going to take your turn or can Yvee not rest her pussy?”

“I—I—” Dale exclaimed, needing to say something but having no idea what to fill the expectant silence with. “I suppose it’s better we be friends than throw each other out the window…”

“Bring yourself over here, Dale,” Lura said. “Let’s be very best friends.”

Yvee sidled over on the bed—there was more than enough room for three people—and Dale took her place, looking from Lura to Yvee like she was approaching a pair of wild animals. Yvee petted her, getting her to settle down and slump to the warm cushioning, and then Lura crouched on her knees between Dale’s legs. She massaged Dale’s thighs while Yvee started playing with her breasts.

Yvee glanced at her discarded clothes. She’d had a little toy on her, but she was too drained just then to go and get it. So instead, she used her fingers. Dropping her right hand down to the cunt and bringing her left hand to her cleavage.

“Mmmm!” Her clit was beginning to swell. And Lura had a finger in Dale’s sex while her other hand squeezed the woman’s ass. Dale twisted and tensed; Yvee could see the pleasure traveling along her tendons.

“Ohh, it’s something alright!” Dale cooed. “You’re really enjoying this, Lura?”

“Mmmhmm,” Lura purred, taking her hand from Dale’s pussy and crawling over her instead, dragging her breasts across Dale’s nakedness.

Yvee watched the tall, dark harem girl drop her hips and fasten herself to Dale’s pussy. She went at her like a man, lips enclosing one of Dale’s stiff nipples, spiking her with pleasure there as her beautiful hips thrusted and swayed.

Dale whimpered, legs twitched—not sure whether to close and try to deny Lura or to wrap around her and make the contact so much less fleeting than it was.

Lura pumped slowly, strong and determined. A jab and then a jab and then a thrust.

The wet friction of pussy against pussy came clearly to Yvee’s ears. Her own sex was full of delicious energy, sparking with every little move her legs made. And her nipples were tender; she toyed with them deftly. This felt like one of those times when a second orgasm was better than the first.

“Unnhh!” Dale moaned, her head twisting from her left to her right. “That’s your clit! I feel your clit, Lura!”

Lura sucked harder on her nipple. Her back arched with erotic fulfillment, the flex of muscles in her hunching hips deliciously purposeful.

The action was quickening on the bed; Yvee fingered herself to match. She was close to orgasm, but she wanted to come at the same time as Dale and Lura. When she’d first discovered her own pleasure she’d always rushed to climax. Now all she wanted to do was join in with the other two like she was their lover.

She moved her hands to her swollen breasts and squeezed her thighs like she was being fucked. This had never done much for her before, but the scintillating tease was fun now. She got to linger on the music before the crescendo, taking in how stiff her nipples were, the wetness of her cunt.

“Hh! Hhn!” Dale keened, her long legs quivering.

The bed creaked as Lura thrust their bodies into one. She wasn’t concerned with squeezing their breasts together now. She wanted the real thing, the ecstasy that could only exist between their cunts.

“Oh, that’s good!” Lura whined. “Give me more of it, make me feel more!”

“Yessss,” Dale groaned. “Come on, take it!”

“Almost there, pretty baby!” Lura breathed, taking a brief pause to let both their bodies convulse with all the lusciousness they were feeling. She glanced at Yvee, her tongue between her teeth. “Are you gonna come for me too?”

“Yes! Yes-yes-yes—”

Dale tossed her head from side to side, teeth clenched against her ecstasy, but Yvee’s exhalations spoke for her. Her face twisted with lust. Her fingers dug at Lura’s shoulders. Her lover curled them together, tighter and tighter, for another four strokes. Then Dale’s beautiful body was shaking, her breath refusing to leave her lungs—

“Come, baby!” Lura cried shrilly. “Come and let me come too!”

“NNNNNHH!” Dale wailed. “YES! Oh shit! LUUURRA!”

Yvee’s own passion was at its peak. Her right hand dropped down to her wet pussy, her left hand clawed into her tits, and she rubbed the heel of her hand into her clit. “NOW!” she moaned, her little bud pulsing, dreamy tightnesses taking up her thighs and grinding down into her until every tendon was clenched!

“OHH FUCK!” she cried as the pleasure stabbed from out of her fiery cunt to all the rest of her body. “I’M COMING!”

She heralded Dale and Lura’s orgasms, because there was no way for them to voice their own rapture. They were mouth to mouth, their hips convulsing, their pussies clinging together. The cadence was slowing, they were savoring the afterglow even as it constantly slipped back into delirium with jolts of orgasm like an aftershock.

Yvee went limp, leaning back into the pillows, breathing hard, awash in relief.

A few moments later, Lura rolled off of Dale and into Yvee, happily letting the third woman wrap loving arms around her.

“Mmm… I’m feeling jealous again,” Lura admitted. “Now I don’t know if I want to share you, Dale.”

Dale struggled to catch her breath. Of course, she was still worried about Flash. But he was always so clever, so resourceful. She was sure he’d find his way out of this present trap like he did all the others.

So maybe she should enjoy herself as much as she could before he rescued her.

And besides, it would serve Lura right to make her a little jealous, even if they were friends now.

“That’s too bad,” Dale said. “Because I sure do want to feel that clit of Yvee’s down where I felt you.”

Lura’s face fell a moment. Then she looked at Yvee, seeing her long clitoris pink and wet with arousal. It was sticking right up, obviously ready for the kind of fun a girl just couldn’t have on her own.

Her hand clapped on Yvee’s hip. “Alright, Yvee, go fuck her. But make it quick. As soon as you’re done with her, I want Dale again.”

Dale swallowed. She wondered how much of her would be left by the time she was finally saved.