The Layover: Life is a Beach

David sat by the pool, hands on his laptop, making him wonder how he would explain having its perfect square outline tanned from his thighs to his lower belly.

Everything was perfect: the summer sun, the scent of chlorine and suntan lotion, even the beachy sounds in the background. Gulls and rolling waves. He just needed some guests. First, someone in a sling bikini… Raven would look good in one of those…

“Are you sure you didn’t want Kory?” Raven asked as she walked by, a towel under her arm.

She was all but naked, her swimsuit thong bottoms that caught two narrow strips of fabric on the waistband. The strips went up her belly and covered her nipples in little pouches, barely wider than the strings that made up her waistband. Then they looped around her neck in a halter. The whole thing showed no sign of being designed to stay on anyone’s body, much less someone as well-proportioned as Raven, but there was something… impossibly pleasing about having it cover her anyway.

Raven walked to her own tanning bed, her hips swaying like a church bell ringing, her plump ass jiggling with every little step she took.

David supposed it was hypocritical of him to be so inaccurate to the source material—this was more of a Starfire outfit, not to mention a Starfire body—but he had to admit they went together. Raven’s aloof personality and this new blonde bimbo body. It was a wonder those DD-cup breasts didn’t break through her bikini altogether.

“Just say they’re unstable molecules,” Raven groused. “Everyone else does.”

She laid down on her belly, crossing her arms under her head.

Raven had a point. If he wasn’t nerdy enough to insist on Raven being an A-cup, he certainly wasn’t nerdy enough to do any deep thinking on how her bikini stayed on. Now, what should Cassie wear?

Black tape, he thought. But instead of covering only the inessentials, they would leave her open for business. He imagined the Wonder Woman logo on her bust: not covering the nipples, but going over the tops of her breasts, the lowermost point nesting in her cleavage. Then a set of ‘bottoms’ more like garters: orbiting her waist, swooping down her flanks, licking her thighs in upside-down Ys. Now she was much more in line with her mentor.

And so there Cassie was, with her perfect physique now worthily displayed. And she looked pissed. “What the hell is this?” she demanded, looking down at her meager covering, then over her shoulder at window to see how it reflected her back. She squeaked in outrage at the sight of a familiar W tramp-stamped in black tape on her lower back.

Of course, that was somewhat the note Raven was striking already. He much preferred an attitude like Diana displayed towards casual nudity…

Cassie looked herself over again, now wondering what had upset her. “Is it St. Patrick’s Day? Should I be wearing green?” she asked obliviously.

Perfection.

“Cassie, why don’t you help Raven with some suntan lotion?”

Cassie flounced her way over to get the bottle while Raven raised an eyebrow up her grey forehead.

“Yeah, like I’ll tan. Kory’s the one that’s solar-powered. I’m more about the souls of the innocent.”

Cassie pried open Raven’s cheeks with one hand and squirted out a big glob of lotion onto her ass. She began massaging it in, gathering and molding the big doughy hills of Raven’s ass, the disappearing lotion making them gleam. Then she was between Raven’s buttocks, lotion-wet fingers circling on the anal sphincter.

Raven’s lips drew together. “Why is it always my ass?”

She had a point there. Why have two women there if he was only going to focus on one’s anatomy? David improved Cassie’s figure with a set of breasts that would put Power Girl’s to shame, and they gave their first surging leap when she drove a finger into Raven’s anus.

Raven’s eyes were the same bored poker face as ever, but her lips were slightly ajar. They trembled as Cassie raked her fingernails along her ample buttocks—playing with her a little before driving the finger deeper in.

Raven writhed. The motion transmitted into Cassie’s body, jiggling her bare breasts around like they were a pair of balloons. The black tape that made up her Wonder Woman logo glinted as the light struck it from multiple angles.

“Looks like she’d got that finger all the way in there,” David observed. “So I guess the only thing to do is give you another finger.”

Raven rolled her eyes. “It’s not very original, but I suppose I’ll come. Just don’t expect me to scream about it. That’s more—”

“I know, I know. Starfire.”

Cassie fucked her ass with two fingers now, seeming to see it as nothing more than another aspect of applying suntan lotion, even when those grinding plunges made Raven’s entire body tense up.

It did hurt, but it wasn’t stark pain. It was cut with pleasure. Not the great big marvelous pleasure that came from fucking, but something angry and degrading and a little dark. Raven liked it. It was almost better than the meditation she would prefer to fill her off-hours with. And, since she couldn’t ignore it, she might as well focus on the hot, arousing sensation that went from her manhandled cheeks to the succulent interior of her rectum, all the way to her bowels.

Cassie might not see anything wrong with this, but she made it feel sinfully decadent, her evil little fingers grazing every nerve ending of Raven’s anal passage.

David set aside his laptop, allowing his cock to stick upward as it wanted to. Raven eyed it. There was something to be said for a hard, pure-pleasure fucking—even the sickly sweet satisfaction after—and she might even like it if someone played with her ass while…

A third finger took Raven by surprise. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes rolled crazily, her entire being centered on denying the moan that wanted to be voiced at the warm rush rippling through her body. Overtook her groin, came out of her with a fluttering, liquid softness that not even she minded. Harsh and mean, reminding her that she was ass-fucked in every second of it, but in the afterglow, she was swathed in the softest cotton.

Cassie patted her flaring sex. “That’s funny, I didn’t think I got your groin, but it feels like it’s absolutely slathered in the stuff.” Cheerfully dismissing that, she turned her head to David. “Now we certainly can’t have that getting sunburned, mister. Okay with the same lotion as Raven or would you like another brand?”