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Beach Episode
🕑 Added 2023-04-14 20:00:01 +0000 UTCKon had to be the luckiest SOB to wear a cape. Karen had suggested a trip to the beach resort for everyone in the family, but everyone being a Pulitzer-prize-winning journalist and a bunch of active-duty superheroes, of course they all couldn’t make it. So far, it looked like it was just him, Karen, Linda, and Nat. All in bikinis. All suntanning. It made Kon thank God he owned swim trunks.
He wore sunglasses so as not to make his ‘window-shopping’ too obvious. On his right was Linda. She lay on her stomach on a lounge chair lined up with his. Although her belly shirt and miniskirt showed off her body like whoa, Kon had still never seen her like this before.
Her blue and white bikini was the sheerest, skimpiest thing he’d ever seen that wasn’t on Starfire’s body. Her ripe buttocks were right there for his eyes to devour, the thin strip of thong going between her cheeks and completely disappearing. And it wasn’t like she had a fat ass. Her glutes were tight and compact. Her G-string was just doing an impression of dental floss—and oh, how he’d love to run it through his teeth…
“Hey, Linda,” Karen said, jolting Kon out of his reverie and making him look straight up at the cloudy sky like he hadn’t been perving on Linda for…
How long had he been perving on her? He couldn’t recall. Not long enough, certainly. But maybe long enough for Karen to have noticed, to inform on him?
“Yeah, Peej?” Linda replied.
“You put on suntan lotion?”
“It’s not like I need it. Just more gas in the tank, right?”
Karen turned—she was on Kon’s left—lifting herself up on an elbow to look over Kon’s body at Linda. “It’s called a secret identity. Let’s get you oiled up so we can at least be mistaken for mere mortals?”
Linda chortled. “That’s a line I’d expect out of Kon.”
Karen smiled back at her. “He’s not quite clever enough to come up with that. I’ll do the honors. No offense, Kon.”
“None taken,” Kon squeaked, holding in a sigh of relief that he hadn’t gotten called out.
Karen stepped over him and oh fuck. He could see the succulent bronze arch of her hips blotting out the sun, silhouetted and blazoned gold by its brightness, her one-piece a white tint at the apex—more like a layer of paint coloring her awe-inspiring physique than actual coverage. Kon drank in the firm flesh of her thighs before she finished her step and sat on the edge of the lounge chair by Linda’s hip.
Karen leaned down to undo the tie in back of Linda’s bikini. “What say we make Kon smoke the whole pack of cigarettes?” she whispered in Linda’s ear. “He’s been staring all day…”
“I don’t really mind it too bad,” Linda said gently, knowing that it was probably wrong for Kon to sneak all the peeks he had—but then, hadn’t she put on this bikini, knowing Kon would be there? And Karen hers?
It didn’t seem fair to take a shot at him for enjoying what they were showing him, especially when he was showing almost all of his own Olympian physique, which Linda greatly enjoyed and she knew Karen had looked at it too.
But Earthlings played a great deal of odd games, especially when it came to courtship. You pretended to like things you didn’t and to dislike things that you did. Sometimes, Linda didn’t know if coitus was really worth all the aggravation.
She folded her arms under her head, shutting her eyes. She didn’t know what Karen had in mind, but she’d play along. Sometimes Kon got too much of a swollen head. Cassie would probably appreciate if they took him down a peg for her.
Karen picked up a bottle of suntan lotion and popped the cap. She trickled the lotion down onto Linda’s back, the girl squirming a little when the cool gel hit her. She’d been suffused with a feeling of warmth after long minutes in the bright sun. The lotion felt chilling in comparison.
As Kon tried not to look, Linda let Karen rub her down. She felt antsy, anxious. It wasn’t easy to remain calm with Karen’s hands feeling very much like a caress on her sensitive skin. Karen massaged Linda’s shoulders and back, making sure all the exposed skin got a good dollop of lotion rubbed into it, then went down to her legs. She started at Linda’s ankles and worked her way up each leg with both hands.
“Mm,” Linda sighed, clamping her lips shut when she realized how it sounded. All lusty. She spread her legs a bit, giving Karen’s hands room to move between her thighs.
They ran over her bare buttocks, even underneath her thong, pushing heat into Linda’s flesh along with the cool lotion. But what Linda felt most was her pussy—wet and slick and throbbing with passion. The tip of Karen’s finger brushed lightly against her sex, rolling just underneath the triangular cloth that made up the front of her bikini bottoms. Instantly, Linda’s clit was electric with tension. It was all she could do to keep from asking for more.
Karen kept giving Linda her rubdown, fully aware of how much she was turning Kon on, if perhaps not what she was doing to Linda. Kon laid there with his hands pillowed behind his head, his eyes following Karen’s hands wherever they went on Linda’s trim, elegant figure.
Karen squeezed Linda’s ass with her right hand while her left slid between toned thighs. “You’ve been sunning your back for a while now,” she said. “Why not let me do your front while I’m here?”
Linda was as curious as she was horny. She wondered if Karen really was trying to get Kon’s goat… or if she was trying to seduce him. Or maybe even she wanted Linda to fuck him. Linda didn’t know if she minded the idea. She didn’t even know how she felt about Karen fucking him. She was being swept along too quickly to think of most anything.
Linda pushed herself up and rolled onto her side, taking a quick look at Kon as she went. She saw the engorged bulge in his trunks and a part of her purred hopefully, thinking that was for her as much as Karen. It felt good to be on equal terms with Karen.
Lying back on the lounge, she fluffed her long golden hair about.
“How about taking your top off?” Karen asked, keeping her voice casual and cool. “You won’t get tan lines that way.”
Linda was as submissive and supplicant as a doll while Karen reached behind her back and pulled loose the knotted thing of her bikini top. With Karen’s breasts being so huge, of course they touched to Linda’s while the older woman helped her out of her top. Their combined pressure was intoxicating. Linda felt a spark of jealousy—she wished she had the same big, mouthwatering breasts that Karen did, drawing the attention of every man who saw them.
When her bikini top was gone, Linda heard Kon gasp softly. It subtly thrilled her to show herself to him. Her nipples stiffened, longing to be touched as well.
“You won’t stare, will you, Kon?” Karen asked sardonically. “You’re a gentleman.”
“Yeah. Right. Of course,” Kon agreed nebulously, turning his head to the side while keeping the corner of his eye locked on Linda.
His voice sounded far away to the young blonde. She knew he might even try to keep his eyes off her—it’d be the only way to get rid of the hard-on he had trapped down the leg of his trunks.
Linda raised her arms over her head, exposing herself to the next helping of Karen’s suntan lotion. Her body glistened, made shimmering by the thin layer of white lather that Karen helped apply to her.
Linda’s feet parted self-consciously—she wanted Kon to look between her legs, even with the bottom of her bikini still on. She wanted him to keep looking at her, no matter where he looked. It was as exciting as what Karen was doing to her, having someone watching with Kon’s unapologetic, barely withheld hunger.
When Karen started rubbing the lotion into her breasts, Linda really found it hard to restrain herself. She kept glancing at Kon, trying to see what he might do, all while trying not to spook him by keeping up some glare. She wanted to not look so that Kon felt free to sneak a peek—but she also wanted to see the look on Kon’s face when he saw her nakedness.
She writhed on the lounge, her svelte body moving in soft reverberations of how Karen was touching her. Her lustfully hardened nipples burned with need. Karen pinched them gently, flooding them with feeling, but it still wasn’t enough to sate her. Not nearly enough.
Suddenly, Karen took her hands away. She reached up to her neck instead, to take down the halter top holding in her enormous mounds. “Now, you do me,” she said to Linda, lowering her swimsuit down to her waist.
