We came to the island to vanish, to let the weight of the world dissolve until only the sea and heat and your body remained. The bungalow wasn’t shelter; it was surrender, its wood breathing salt, its shutters yawning open to the horizon, its fan turning slow and heavy overhead as if measuring time only for us. Even silence pulsed alive, and the island listened as it began stripping us bare.
By dusk, you were already changed. The shower rinsed you but left the taste of salt on your lips when I kissed you, left droplets sliding down your spine, pooling at the base of your back. You padded barefoot across the boards, nipples stiff from humid air, your pussy flashing neat and pink with each step. You didn’t hide, couldn’t hide. The plunge tub steamed silver in the lantern glow, and when you climbed across to me, thighs locking, grinding, water sloshing over the sides, the night began. I lifted you out dripping and laid you on the warm deck, kissed salt from your stomach, pressed my mouth between your legs until you cried so loud even the geckos hushed. You gushed across my face, spraying the planks, convulsing, sobbing, begging, until your tears glittered at the corners of your eyes. And when I slid inside you, your pussy clamped me like velvet, your body wild, squirting across my stomach, milking me until I spilled deep. You rested against me afterward, breath ragged but fingers restless, already opened in a way that wasn’t hunger ending but hunger beginning, and I knew the island had cracked something in you that would not be closed.
It was the third night when we saw him. The restaurant crouched low on the sand, lanterns swaying, smoke clinging sweet and heavy, and he sat alone, still as stone, his drink raised to a horizon he owned. You noticed him before I did. Your fork froze, color rushed to your throat, your breath faltered, your lips parted, and your pupils widened until they swallowed the light. You tried to lean into me, tried to smile, but your body betrayed you, thighs pressed together, chest flushed, eyes drawn back to him as if by tide. I watched you watching him, and I knew.
We walked back silent but not empty. And when we reached the bungalow, you fell on me, rode me hard and fast, tits bouncing, hair whipping, squirting across me in waves. But when you came, your eyes betrayed you, already distant, already imagining another body behind you, another mouth, another cock, another grip that wasn’t mine alone. You didn’t speak it, not yet, but the next morning your body carried it. Coffee trembled in your hand, your fingers circled your nipples under your slip until you sighed without knowing. When I slid fingers into you, you broke instantly, squirting across my wrist, helpless. In the plunge tub, just from my hands on your thighs, you came too fast, too easy. All day, you moved restlessly, that gleam alive in your eyes. It wasn’t if. It was when.
The next night it was when. Lanterns swayed, surf whispered, you brushed his hand, invited him back, no hesitation. The bungalow seemed ready, shutters wide, lanterns golden, deck creaking as if in anticipation. You stood at the center in silk and pearls, and you didn’t touch us first; you touched yourself. You cupped your breasts through fabric until your nipples pushed sharply, moaned softly, pressed your pussy until a dark bloom spread. You lifted your hem, bared your thighs, slid your fingers under, spread yourself wide, glistening in the lantern light. You moaned, rubbed your clit, slid inside yourself, turned, showed us your ass, teased a slick finger lower, sighing. When your hand came free, dripping, you fed me first, pressed a finger to my lips, I sucked, groaned, and then you fed him, watched him swallow you whole. Back and forth you went, making us both taste your hunger.
You stripped us slowly, kissed down my chest, bit my throat, scratched his skin open. Your dress slipped from your shoulders, pearls swinging heavy, and you tugged one bead into your mouth, sucked it like a cock, moaning. Then you knelt, stroked us both, kissed and licked, smeared pre-cum across your lips, and sucked it from your fingers. Finally, you took us in your mouth together, both heads pressing past your lips, cheeks hollowing, pearls swinging madly. We touched you, squeezed your tits, pinched your nipples, until you moaned around us, your pussy dripping down your thighs. When your chin was wet and your body shivered, you rose naked but for pearls and whispered, trembling, Now take me.
You climbed onto my thigh first, set your pussy against the muscle, moved slowly at first, small wet circles, your clit dragging slick trails, nipples scraping my chest. Then your hunger broke free. You rocked harder, breasts bouncing, nails clawing my shoulders, moans tearing loose. Behind you, he took your throat in one hand, pinched your nipples with the other, bit your neck until you gasped, pressed his cock heavy against your ass. The combination shattered you. Your pussy spasmed against my thigh, clit throbbed, you squirted hot streams across my skin, soaking the deck, screaming sharply. But you didn’t stop. You ground through it, chased another, and another, your body writhing, squirting gush after gush until the boards dripped beneath us. By the time you collapsed forward, chest heaving, thighs trembling, pearls swinging heavy against your breasts, you were wrecked, and your eyes still burned for more.
You reached for me, hands shaking, slick fingers stroking my cock, smearing yourself along my length, then lowered yourself down. You sank all at once, pussy swallowing me whole, heat clamping me tight, and you gasped sharply, forehead falling against mine. You started with circles, clit grinding against me, then rose and slammed, tits bouncing, hair whipping, moaning ragged. When I pressed your G-spot, you froze, then shattered, squirting across my stomach, soaking my cock, convulsing hard. His fingers pinched your nipples, his mouth bit your neck, and his hand rubbed your clit until you sobbed, rode harder, begged both our names together, body wringing orgasm after orgasm until you collapsed trembling, whispering against my throat, More. Please. More.
And then he gave it.
He spread your ass, slicked you with spit, circled your rim with his tongue until your whole body jolted like lightning. You sobbed, clawed the boards, one hand still on your tits, the other holding you up. You begged for it, voice broken, Please, fill me. He pressed the head against you, stretched you slowly, inch by inch, over minutes that stretched like hours. You convulsed with each push, squirted across my chest, stomach, and legs, wild, scooping your own slick up with your fingers, sucking it, then feeding it to me, making me lick them clean before you kissed me deep, tongues tangled, while he buried himself further. And when he was finally all the way inside, your body froze in pure uncontrollable bliss. Your ass clenched him, your pussy clamped me, you held us both captive. You sobbed against my mouth as orgasms thundered through you, long rolling storms that lasted minutes, squirting again and again, convulsing, holding us still so you could ride the wave of being filled everywhere for the first time. You whispered through tears, I’ve never felt anything like this in my life.
After that, there was no holding back. We fucked you together, rhythm locked, cocks slamming deep, pounding your pussy and your ass until the bungalow shook, until the ocean roared in time. Your clit throbbed under his thumb, your nipples screamed under my hands, your throat bruised beneath his grip, and you broke completely, squirting in streams, sobbing, begging, Don’t stop, don’t stop, fill me. Your orgasm consumed you, milked us both, forced us to break with you, groaning, spilling, filling your ass and your pussy at once, flooding you until it overflowed, dripping, mixing, soaking the sheets. You wept through it, because the fullness had undone you, had freed you, had given you everything you’d never known you needed.
We didn’t leave you wrecked. We wiped you down, cloth warm, slow, gentle. Kissed your temples, your spine, massaged your sore muscles with oil until you sighed. We fed you fruit, sweet mango pressed to your lips, juice dripping, licked clean from your chin. You sucked a pearl into your mouth, glassy-eyed, body twitching still with aftershocks. We kissed your wrists, your knees, your thighs, until you floated. We held you between us, my arm under your head, his hand on your thigh, cocooned in warmth until you slept. Even in dreams, your pussy twitched, your breath hitched, a whimper slipped free, and we held you tighter.
Morning came like a question. The bed was wide and ordinary, the shutters still open to the surf. A single pearl lay loose on your pillow, slick and heavy. Two glasses sweated rings on the deck. Your body ached, bruises mapped your skin, and soreness lived deep. You touched yourself and felt it — the tenderness, the fullness, the afterglow.
Had it happened? Was it a dream?
You lifted the pearl to your tongue. It tasted of salt and something unnamed.
The island kept its secrets. But your body remembered.
You had been opened. You had been filled. You had been worshipped.
And whether dream or real, you would never forget.
