Five dollar reward fic

Kon thought of Tana, of her body. The form of it became clear in his mind quickly; he’d thought of her so many times that her body was like his multiplication tables. She was not unfeminine, no matter how hard she tried to be. Her hair was short, cut sharply with thin bangs. But she was slim, tall, and her dress—at least when she would come from work—would be modern and attractive.

Tonight, already a couple of weeks into the school year, things had started to happen. She'd gone out with him without wearing a bra, her breasts swinging loose inside her T-shirt, her thick nipples denting the fabric like fingers. And for the very first time, she hadn't stopped him when he tried to undress her to get a look at her fabulous tits. It was a dream come true.

But it also presented problems. He'd had to limp through the evening with his cock in a state of continual semi-hardness. He'd felt it leaking into his shorts after half an hour. 

Roxy was even worse. Roxy was a tall, slender young girl with honey blonde hair and golden skin. If there was one thing the girl loved more than anything else, it was playing with her pussy. He’d walked in on her on more than one occasion. She was making up for his lack of X-ray vision, all on her own.

As they all sat on the beach, him in his board shorts, Tana in a blue bikini with a sarong hip wrap, and Roxy in a two-piece red bikini that seemed to have as much fabric as the straps on Tana’s, Kon imagined them fighting over him. Rolling around on the beach, into the surf, the water glazing their bodies and making each wrestling move violently sexy. Then, as they tore at each other’s clothes, maybe the anger would become something more. Roxy would kiss Tana first—like she was anxious to taste some trace Kon had left on his girlfriend—and Tana would accept it with a slow sweep of her mouth against Roxy’s, her body keening to Roxy’s touch as the blonde petted her hair. The waves would come in, rolling over their interlocked bodies like the third party in a ménage a trois, and when they rolled back out, they would carry a set of bikini tops with them.

Maybe they wouldn’t realize they were naked—that the undertow had claimed their swimsuits like a pervy Aquaman—until they reached down for some frotting and realized they were touching bare flesh. In the dim dusk light, they’d run to the camper, naked, hands covering their exposed bodies, even as they tried to spy a glimpse of each other’s nudity. And when they got there, of course, they’d count on Kon to help them out by getting them some clothes.

"So when is Kon supposed to be here?" Roxy would ask as they huddled in the backseat, so embarrassed, but also so aware of another young, naked woman pressed up against her.

She’d still be horny from grinding on Tana, and if she couldn't get a nice stiff cock soon, then she’d be determined to have Roxy's hot tongue licking away at her throbbing pussy.

"He should be here any minute now," Tana would reply, feeling the excitement building in her own cunt. She wouldn’t want to cheat on Kon, of course, but she’d also know he was cool with gay rights and would support her in wanting to make it with other hot bisexual chicks.

"Wouldn't it be nice if he brought a couple of his cute friends along, like Knockout and her special friend Scandal Savage, who all those rubes think is a lesbian?" Roxy would sigh.

"It'd be more than nice, it'd be great!" Tana would reply. “And even if she is a lesbian, she’d probably be interested in having sex with a man to get pregnant so that she and Knockout could have a kid.”

“You think Kon would do it?”

“Of course. He’s a big supporter of gay rights. He’s bought a lot of lesbian porn, which is the chief source of income to the gay community.”

“You wanna make a lesbian porn while we wait for him? I brought my vibrator and camcorder along.”

And then when Kon got there, the only clothes he’d be able to find for them to put on would be a Shanna the She-Devil costume and one of those business suits for ladies…

“What do you think he’s thinking about?” Roxy asked as she looked back at Kon, buried in the sand up to his neck. Weird—someone had started making a sandcastle over his crotch, but had only dumped one bucket’s worth of sand before leaving.

“Don’t know,” Tana replied. “Probably if the world needs a Superman, that sort of thing.”

“Wanna give me a massage?”

“Sure, if you’ll help me put on my suntan lotion.”