While her parents were busy with their shenanigans on their balcony, Krissy took in her room. It was bigger than she expected and upon discovering the jacuzzi in the bathroom, she became giddy. She decided to change into one of her new bikinis and explore the resort, wondering what kind of promiscuous activities she could get into along the way. She undressed and stood there naked, unpacking her suitcase, looking for the swimsuit that would be appropriate for the moment. She decided on a tiny black and white bikini and thong set. She put it on and looked herself over in the mirror. Being satisfied, she began gathering the things she would need for some outdoor activities - towel, sunscreen, condoms, sunglasses - and placed them into her bag. As she was doing so, there was a knock on her door.

It was Camille.

She was looking even better than when she showed up at her front door with the package for Eddie. She was wearing a pink bikini that enhanced her perky breasts and a matching thong that could be seen under the sheer white, flowy skirt she was wearing over it. "I hope you are enjoying your room," she said. "If you're not too busy, I'd love to take you on a tour of the place."

Krissy nodded, smiling widely. She walked back to her bed and grabbed her bag before leaving with Camille.

They spent the next hour looking at everything the resort had to offer. Pools inside the hotel and outside, both featuring adjacent bars, there were cabanas set up around the pool for those who wanted to be discreet in their hookups and of course, the beach.

The two girls sat poolside drinking a couple of mojitos before Camille looked at Krissy, taking in her beauty. Ever the bold one, she placed her hand on Krissy's thigh, rubbing it gently.

"Ooh, you have such sexy legs," she purred seductively. "Makes me wonder what other surprises you're hiding under that tiny bikini."

Krissy smirked playfully and pulled Camille close, their barely-clad bodies pressing together as they shared a slow, sensual kiss. Breaking apart breathlessly, Krissy took Camille's hand and led her to a secluded cabana.

Once inside the curtained sanctuary, lust overflowed as they passionately undressed each other. Camille gasped at the sight of Krissy's full, pert breasts freed from her bikini top. Cupping and massaging them, she lowered her mouth to suckle one rosy nipple while pinching and rolling the other between her fingers.

Moaning with pleasure, Krissy arched into Camille's touch. She ran her hands along Camille's silky skin, exploring every dip and curve. Sliding a hand between Camille's thighs, she stroked her slick folds through the thin fabric of her thong.

Desire building, Krissy shimmied out of her own thong and pressed Camille back onto the plush chaise lounge. Dropping to her knees, she parted Camille's thighs and buried her face between them, inhaling her intoxicating scent. Slowly, teasingly, she flicked her tongue across Camille's sensitive flesh, circling her stiffening clit.

Camille whimpered and bucked against Krissy's mouth, her nails raking through the latter's fiery red hair. "Oh god, yes! Don't stop..."

Spurred on by Camille's desperate pleas, Krissy doubled her efforts, sucking and licking voraciously. Sliding two fingers deep inside Camille's tight channel, she pumped them steadily as she flicked her tongue rapidly over Camille's throbbing pearl.

Within moments, Camille began writhing and moaning loudly, her body convulsing as intense ecstasy overtook her. Juices gushed from her spasming sex, coating Krissy's plunging digits.

Breathless, Krissy crawled up Camille's trembling body to capture her lips in a deep kiss, letting her taste herself on Krissy's tongue. Breaking away with a playful nip to Camille's bottom lip, Krissy sat back on her heels, her own aching sex glistening with need.

"Your turn," Camille said huskily, crooking a finger at Krissy. Standing up, she pushed Krissy down onto the chaise lounge, following her down and settling between Krissy's parted thighs.

Camille dipped her head to lavish Krissy's sensitive breasts with attention, licking and suckling the pert nipples while her hand slid down to cup Krissy's slick mound. One finger found her engorged clit and strummed it firmly, coaxing desperate whimpers from Krissy's throat.

"Oh fuck, I need your mouth on me!" Krissy gasped, arching her hips urgently against Camille's questing fingers. Obligingly, Camille sank lower, replacing her hand with her hot mouth. She flicked her tongue rapidly across Krissy's throbbing clit before delving deep to lap at her weeping folds.

Krissy's thighs clenched around Camille's head as she rode her face desperately, chasing her rapidly building peak. Camille sealed her lips around Krissy's aching bud and sucked hard as she drove two fingers knuckle-deep into Krissy's clenching channel.

The combination sent Krissy flying apart with a scream of rapture, her sex gushing and pulsing around Camille's plunging digits as she tumbles through waves of shattering ecstasy. Her convulsions gradually slowed as she collapsed against the chaise lounge, panting and flushed with satisfaction.

Camille crawled up Krissy's limp body to share a lazy, sated kiss. Smiling, she nestled against Krissy's side, fingers tracing idle patterns on her sweat-slickened skin.

The afternoon gave way to the evening, and Krissy found her parents sharing drinks poolside. She approached them, giving both a big hug.

"Are you attending tonight's book promotion?" Eddie asked, sipping his scotch.

Krissy thought for a moment.

"Actually, I thought I would see what else this place has to offer," she said. "I hope you're not disappointed."

"Not at all, babygirl," Eddie replied. "Just make sure you stay safe and end up back at your room when you are done doing whatever it is you find yourself getting into."

Krissy smiled and gave them both a hug before heading up to her room to clean up for the night. She decided she wanted to check out the lounge which was adjacent to the lobby. It looked so nice from the outside and thought it would be full of potential in terms of satisfying her sexual desires.

She entered the Moonstone Lounge almost two hours later, the cool shadows and the soft clinking of ice in glasses greeting her as she came inside the lounge. The bar was dim, elegant, and quieter than she expected. Golden light spilled through the tall windows, turning the room amber. A few couples lingered on velvet couches. There was laughter, low and intimate. A woman giggled from a corner booth as her partner kissed her neck. Krissy slipped onto a barstool and ordered a fruit cocktail, her nerves fluttering beneath the surface.

That’s when she saw them.

Two men sitting together near the windows. Not just attractive—magnetic. One of them had his arm draped across the back of the booth, the other leaned in close, laughing at something only they could hear. They were older, maybe mid-forties, but their energy was anything but tired. They looked at ease, powerful, alive. Both were handsome in different ways—one with warm brown eyes and dark stubble, the other with piercing grey eyes and a relaxed, rakish smile.

Krissy sipped her drink and tried not to stare.

But they noticed her anyway. The one with the smile was the first to stand. He walked over casually, no pretense, just confidence and curiosity. He was dressed in dark linen, his chest slightly exposed, a thin gold chain glinting at his collarbone.

“Didn’t expect to see someone so radiant at this hour,” he said, voice smooth, but kind.

Krissy blinked. “I could say the same.”

He laughed, genuine and warm. “I’m Marcus. That over there is Joel. We were about to order a second round—care to join us?” She hesitated for only a breath. Then she smiled and nodded. Their booth was tucked into a sun-dappled alcove, away from most of the room. Joel looked up as she approached, his gaze sharp but unreadable for a moment—then it softened, and he smiled. It changed his whole face.

“I’m Krissy,” she said, sitting between them.

Joel offered his hand. His touch was strong, fingers calloused. “Pleasure.”

Their drinks arrived. They asked what brought her to the island. She told them the truth—that she came with her parents, as her daddy was promoting his new book.

“Oh,” Marcus murmured, eyes dancing. “So, I’m guessing you’re a naughty girl!”

Krissy flushed, then laughed. “Something like that.”

They were easy to talk to. Curious, but never pushy. Joel asked about her art—she mentioned she liked to sketch—and Marcus joked about stealing her away to model for him instead. They shared stories from past trips, including one wild night in Tuscany that left Krissy blushing again. She liked the way they interacted with each other—comfortable, subtly affectionate, like two halves of something complete. She felt their attention settle on her, not with urgency, but with slow, appreciative heat. They admired her, yes, but they also saw her. Listened to her. Encouraged her to speak.

“Have you ever... explored anything like this before?” Joel asked, voice low but not lewd.

Krissy’s heart thudded. “No. Not really. I’ve had a lot of experiences, just not this kind.”

Marcus leaned in slightly, his arm brushing hers. “Would you want to?”

She met his eyes. He was watching her carefully, giving her space to answer. She nodded. “Yes.”

They didn’t leap at the moment. Instead, Marcus reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, fingers trailing along her jaw with practiced delicacy. Joel’s hand slipped around her lower back. The three of them sat in silence for a moment, the tension between them rising like heat from the floor.

“You don’t need to decide anything tonight,” Joel murmured. “But if you do want more... We're in Bungalow 14. Just across the lagoon.”

Krissy swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. “Okay," she said, softly.

They left her there, with one final glance, and vanished through the lounge doors like a dream. Krissy sat for a long time after, skin tingling where they’d touched her. The sun had dipped lower, casting long shadows across the floor. She knew she was going to go. Not out of recklessness, but because she trusted them. She felt safe—and wanted. As night descended over the island, Krissy returned to her room to shower, her pulse skipping with anticipation. She ran her fingers along her clit slowly massaging it with her thumb while sliding in a finger already aroused at the thought of what was going to happen.

She chose a black silk robe and nothing beneath, her skin still damp and glowing. Her nipples tightened in the evening chill, and her arousal just kept increasing, her solo play in the shower made her slit even more wet.

Bungalow 14 stood at the edge of the lagoon, secluded by palm trees and flowering vines. A narrow footbridge led across the water, lit by soft lanterns that glowed like fireflies. The air smelled of salt and jasmine. Every step brought her closer to something unknown, something wild and beautiful. Krissy paused at the entrance, her breath caught somewhere between fear and thrill. The door was ajar. She pushed it open gently and stepped inside.

Candlelight bathed the space in warm gold. The air smelled like sandalwood and citrus. The room was open and intimate—polished wood floors, white linen drapes, a king-sized bed scattered with pillows, and soft music humming from hidden speakers. In the center, on a low velvet couch, Marcus and Joel were waiting. Marcus stood when he saw her. He smiled, slow and appreciative. Joel’s gaze moved over her, his eyes lingering where the silk robe dipped between her breasts.

Neither of them said anything at first. The silence was thick, but not awkward—just full of potential.

Krissy’s throat felt dry. “I wasn’t sure if you were serious.”

Marcus stepped toward her. “We were.”

Joel stood too, his body just behind Marcus’s. He reached past and gently took her hand.

“You still have time to change your mind,” he said. “We don’t expect anything.”

She looked between them—Marcus’s eyes burning with restraint, Joel’s hand steady and warm

around hers.

“I don’t want to change my mind,” Krissy whispered.

Marcus exhaled softly, like he’d been holding his breath. “Good.”

They didn’t touch her right away. Instead, Marcus led her to the couch and sat beside her, his thigh brushing hers. Joel circled behind, the heat of his body grazing her back. For a moment, they simply surrounded her, letting her feel the space she took up between them.

“Can I?” Marcus asked, his fingers brushing the sash of her robe.

Krissy nodded.

He untied the knot slowly, reverently, letting the silk fall open. Joel’s breath hitched as her bare skin came into view—her full breasts, the soft dip of her waist, the fire of her hair spilling across her shoulders. She felt exposed and powerful all at once.

“You’re beautiful,” Joel murmured, lowering to his knees behind her. His hands traced her sides, not rushing, just feeling. He kissed the back of her neck, lips barely grazing her skin.

Marcus leaned in and kissed her collarbone, his hand rising to cup her breast. She arched slightly into his touch, gasping at the contrast—Joel warm behind her, Marcus firm in front. Their mouths moved slowly, deliberately. Kisses on her shoulder, her thighs, her jaw. Joel’s hand slid between her knees, coaxing them open. Marcus took her face in both hands and kissed her lips for the first time—deep, languid, full of hunger held on a leash.

Time melted.

Krissy leaned into Joel’s touch as he trailed kisses down her spine. Marcus’s lips moved lower, following the curve of her breast, bringing his lips to her left nipples and slowly sucking it, teasing it with his teeth and then doing the same to the opposite nipple, before moving down her stomach. Their hands explored her body like it was sacred—one of them always anchoring her, whispering praise against her skin.

Joel knelt between her legs, his mouth hot and open against her inner thigh. She gasped, hands fisting in the pillows, while Marcus held her, watching her face as Joel's tongue dipped between her folds. His fingers teased her slowly, building her up with care. His tongue probing at her entrance while his fingers strummed at her clit.

“You taste like heat,” Joel murmured.

Krissy whimpered, already trembling.

Marcus slid behind her, kissing her neck as Joel worked his tongue in tight circles. Then they switched—Joel came up to kiss her lips, tasting her on his tongue, while Marcus replaced him below, his stubble scraping gently across her thighs.

She could barely breathe.

It wasn’t just the sensation—it was the rhythm of it, the intimacy, the quiet reverence in every movement. They weren’t trying to prove anything. They were trying to feel everything. They moved her to the bed together, lifting her gently between them. Her robe slid off completely now, pooling on the floor. The sheets were cool against her flushed skin. Joel undressed first. His chest was broad and strong, streaked with sun-kissed skin and a light dusting of hair. Marcus followed, lean and toned with silver streaks at his temples.

They kissed each other before returning to her—an unashamed, sensual exchange that made her ache even

more. Krissy reached for them, running her hands along their chests, learning the shape of them. She kissed Joel first, then turned and kissed Marcus—tasting the difference, feeling the contrast. They were both so hard, so ready.

Each caress, each kiss was a question—and she kept answering yes, yes, yes. She felt Marcus behind her, kissing her lower back, whispering into her skin.

“We want to give you everything,” he said. “Let us know when you’re ready.”

She turned her head, locking eyes with him. “I’m ready,” she said, offering herself to them.

The bed was cool beneath her bare skin, the silk sheets whispering against her thighs as she settled between the two men. Her body still tingled from their hands, their mouths, the way they made her feel not just wanted—but adored. They hadn’t rushed her. They hadn’t pounced; something about that restraint made her ache even more.

Krissy sat upright, her red hair a wild halo around her face, her cheeks flushed and lips parted. Joel lay beside her, propped up on one elbow, fingers trailing softly along her waist. Marcus sat at the edge of the bed, watching her, one knee drawn up, his gaze steady and patient. She looked between them, her heart pounding harder now that she had their full attention.

There was power in that. For the first time since she’d arrived at the resort, she felt like the one in control.

“Can I ask for something?” she said softly.

Joel tilted his head. “Anything.”

Krissy swallowed, heat rushing through her. “I want... you to go down on me.”

Marcus’s smile was slow, pleased. “Now that,” he murmured, “we’d be honored to do.”

Joel leaned in to kiss her shoulder, his lips warm. “Lie back for us, sweetheart.”

She did, stretching out along the pillows, her legs parting slightly in invitation. Her breath caught as Marcus slid between them, placing a gentle kiss just above her mound, his hands firm on her thighs. Joel stayed beside her, stroking her hair, whispering soft things into her ear.

“Relax,” Marcus said. “Let us take care of you.”

The first kiss was featherlight, just the soft brush of his lips. Then his tongue followed, a slow, lazy stroke that made her gasp aloud. He tasted her carefully, like something rare, something to savor. His fingers dug gently into her thighs to hold her still. She tilted her hips upward, moaning when he circled her clit with practiced precision. Joel kissed her mouth then, swallowing her sounds, his hand sliding to cup her breast, thumb grazing her nipple.

“Good girl,” he whispered. “You’re so sweet like this.”

Marcus didn’t stop. His tongue worked in gentle, torturous rhythms—circling, flicking, dipping lower before returning to that pulsing spot of need. Krissy writhed beneath them, her fingers tangled in Joel’s hair, her thighs trembling. It built slowly, a wave rising inside her. Marcus moaned softly against her, and the vibration

pushed her over. She cried out, arching, her body shuddering with the release. They didn’t stop. Joel kissed her temple, murmuring her name while Marcus licked her through it, slowing only when her body began to still.

When Marcus finally pulled back, his lips were glistening, his eyes dark with heat. He crawled up beside her and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on his tongue. Krissy felt drunk with sensation—but also hungry. She sat up on her knees between them, her gaze steady now. “My turn.”

Joel raised an eyebrow. “Oh?”

She smiled and reached for both of them. Her hands found their cocks—already hard, thick, pulsing beneath her touch. Joel groaned as she wrapped her fingers around him. Marcus inhaled sharply as she stroked him with the other hand, her touch confident, teasing.

“I want to taste you both," she said, lust heavy in her voice.

She leaned forward and took Joel into her mouth first, slowly, savoring the feel of him on her tongue. His hips jerked slightly, his fingers fisting the sheets. She bobbed gently, swirling her tongue as she hollowed her cheeks. Marcus watched with hooded eyes, then knelt beside them.

When she switched, it was seamless. She licked her lips, then took Marcus into her mouth, stroking Joel at the same time. She alternated between them, wet and eager, the salty taste of their arousal thick on her tongue. They groaned above her, their voices rough, murmuring her name like a prayer.

“Look at you,” Marcus said, brushing her hair back as she sucked him deep. “So beautiful, so filthy.”

Krissy moaned around him, loving the way they praised her, the way they melted for her. She felt powerful between them, worshipped in return.

Joel leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “You’re driving us crazy, baby.”

She looked up, licking slowly along Marcus’s shaft. “Good.”

The two men kissed each other as Krissy continued pleasuring their cocks.

The room smelled of sex now—sweet and raw and dizzying. The music was just a whisper, the candles flickering wildly in the heat of it all. Krissy knew what she wanted next.

She met their eyes and whispered, “I want you both inside me.”

Marcus growled softly, reaching for her again. Joel kissed her, long and deep.

“We’ll take care of you,” he murmured.

“Every inch of you,” Marcus added.

They laid her back between them again—her body glowing, trembling, open. This time, they would give her everything. Krissy’s heart beat wild in her chest as Joel kissed her deeply, his hands stroking the sides of her face with unexpected tenderness. Behind her, Marcus pressed a slow trail of kisses down her spine, pausing to murmur words against her skin she didn’t even catch—but she felt them, like heat soaking into her bones. They had her between them now, her body nestled in the sheets, open and trusting.

“You sure, sweetheart?” Joel whispered, his forehead resting against hers.

She nodded. “I want to feel both of you.”

Marcus’s hand slipped between her thighs again, already slick and warm from the attention he’d given her earlier. He stroked her slowly, preparing her, his fingers firm but gentle, patient in a way that made her breath catch in her throat.

Joel kissed her neck, her shoulder, her chest—reassuring and steady, his hand gripping hers as he settled between her legs. “You’re perfect,” he whispered. “Just tell us if you need anything.” She nodded again, her voice lost in the rising haze of want.

Marcus guided her carefully onto her hands and knees, her body cradled between them like something sacred. Joel was in front, his eyes locked on hers, his hand on her hip. Marcus knelt behind her, his palm spread warm across her lower back. They moved in sync, communicating silently—positioning, checking, breathing. Joel entered her first, slow and deep, his breath shuddering as he pushed inside. Her gasp echoed his, her fingers curling into the sheets. He stilled, letting her adjust, eyes searching hers. She could feel the burning stretch deep in her pussy and moaned gently.

“You okay?” he asked.

Krissy exhaled, nodding. “Yes… so full already…”

Marcus leaned over her back, kissing the nape of her neck. “Just breathe, baby. Let us take care of the rest.” His fingers pressed lower, teasing gently. Krissy whimpered, her body already trembling with anticipation. He took his time, letting her open for him, coaxing her with whispered praise and featherlight touches. Gently stretching her out using his fingers adding one at a time, making her ass slowly open for him.

Then, slowly—carefully—he joined Joel inside her.

Krissy cried out, overwhelmed at first. The stretch, the pressure, the impossibility of it—and then, suddenly, the beauty. She was completely filled, every inch of her claimed, every nerve lit with sensation. Joel kissed her deeply, anchoring her as Marcus slid deeper, groaning low in his throat.

They didn’t move at first. They just held her there—together—breathing with her, waiting for her to settle into the new rhythm.

“I’ve got you,” Joel murmured, kissing her jaw.

“You’re doing so good,” Marcus added, his voice rough with awe.

Then, slowly, they began to move. Their rhythm built gradually, bodies finding harmony, their movements perfectly measured so she never felt rushed or lost. She felt everything—the way they filled her, moved through her, held her. Every breath she took came with a moan. Marcus’s hand was firm on her waist, his mouth trailing kisses along her shoulder blades. Joel cupped her breasts, his lips brushing her forehead as he whispered how beautiful she was, how tight, how perfect.

She couldn’t think. She didn’t want to. She just felt—heat and pressure, fullness and friction, their bodies against hers, the sweat on her skin, their names on her lips. The rhythm built to a fever. Krissy was shaking, her hands fisting in the sheets, her body flushed and slick with sweat. Joel kissed her lips again and again, his thrusts deep and urgent, while Marcus moved in perfect counter-rhythm behind her, his hands steady on her hips, anchoring her to him. Their moans filled the room, mingled with her soft cries. She was breathless, lost in the storm of them—suspended between the two men, every inch of her stretched and claimed. Her senses were overwhelmed in the most perfect way. All she could do was feel.

And feel.

And feel.

“I can’t hold back,” Joel groaned against her throat.

Marcus leaned down, his voice in her ear, rough and deep. “Tell us what you want, baby.”

Krissy’s voice was barely more than a gasp. “Finish inside me. I want to feel you both fill me up.”

Joel shuddered, pressing deep inside her, his lips brushing her temple. “I'm gonna come, baby," he said. "Gonna fill you up.”

Marcus tightened his grip, thrusting one last time with a raw moan as he spilled into her. Krissy cried out, the sensation of both men pulsing inside her tipping her over the edge again.

Joel held her face as he came, groaning low, his hips twitching as he emptied himself in her. They stayed there, tangled and panting, the room heavy with heat and the scent of sex. Krissy lay between them, filled, throbbing, utterly undone. As both men pulled themselves from Krissy, their seed dripped out of her pussy and ass, the end result of the naughty tryst.

Joel kissed her hair. Marcus stroked her back.

“Perfect,” Marcus whispered.

The three fell asleep entangled with each other. Krissy awakened a few hours later, found her robe and left the bungalow. Returning to her room, she stepped into the shower to clean up, washing the night's events from her body. When she was finished, she wrapped herself in a towel and collapsed onto her bed where she fell asleep; the exhaustion catching up to her.