My Voyeur Adventure
written by:
Jillbaby

MY VOYEUR ADVENTURE

Copyright - © 2014 - by Jillbaby

I sat on the bed in my hotel room on the first night of my weekend break feeling thoroughly fed-up. I had planned to get away for a couple of days at a seaside hotel that I liked and where I could relax. But the first day had been a disaster.

At the time I was working as a model for an agency supplying porn photographs for the adult entertainment business. Unfortunately, that morning I had been called into the studio for an urgent early morning shoot because additional material was needed to finalize the project I had been modeling for.

Rather than cancel my booking I decided that I could still be at the hotel by late afternoon. However, my train was very badly delayed by signals failure and I arrived only a short time ago. It was almost midnight.

I had expected to get here in plenty of time for a long walk by the sea before dinner and some drinks in the bar afterwards. At the time, I didn't have a suitable boyfriend and none of my friends were able to join me for the weekend.

I don't mind going places on my own. I love sitting in a quality hotel bar in a nice sexy outfit and waiting for an approach from some man. The men might think that they were the predators but actually I was the one on the hunt. I seldom failed to attract a suitable catch for some quick mindless sex.

Of course on this occasion I had been too late for both dinner and the bar and I sat there restlessly, unable to decide what to do. Despite the late hour I didn't feel ready for bed. The residents' bar would probably be almost deserted except for a few drunks. I had already poured myself a stiff drink from the mini bar to wash down the sandwich from room service.

The last thing I wanted was to hear the tell-tale sounds of sex from either of the neighboring rooms and eventually I decided to try the adult channel on the hotel TV service; not exactly an exciting start to my break.

Having showered, I was wearing only a robe. I shrugged it off, switched off the bedside lamp and went to draw the window blinds. The hotel was H shaped. Rooms were on two levels of the facing long arms and the buildings were connected by the short arm containing the elevator cars and the entrance.

I was on the upper level at the very end of one of the floors. As I reached to close the blind, a lighted room directly across caught my attention. It was about 20 yards away and I could see clearly into the well-lit room.

A woman in a short red dress seemed to be dancing slowly by herself, her arms and legs swaying rhythmically. From the distance I thought she could be aged anywhere between twenty and thirty. Her pale face was framed by long dark hair that swung with her movements. Occasionally she ran her fingers through it and sensuously smoothed her hands over her breasts. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a bra as she fingered her protruding nipples.

I watched in fascination, imagining the beat of the music she was moving to. At first I thought she was just by herself but then a man's bare legs came into view. It looked as if he was sitting out of my line of sight and had just stretched them. I could see the bed behind the woman so he must have been on a chair.

I realized that the woman was dancing for him and of course my voyeur instincts sprang into life. Glad that I had switched off the light in my room, I watched breathlessly. Perhaps the day would have an interesting end after all.

I enjoy doing teasing dances and stripteases for my lovers and I was interested to see her technique. She raised her arms high above her head with her back to the man and bent forward to show the naked curves of her ass. As she wriggled it invitingly I thought that she wasn't wearing panties until I glimpsed the narrow black strap of a thong between her ass cheeks.

I didn't know how the watching man felt but certainly my excitement mounted. The thrill of being a voyeur was better than watching TV porn and I desperately hoped that they wouldn't close their blinds and that the man would get into the action.

She slowly slid the dress off one shoulder and then the other, still swaying rhythmically to music that I couldn't hear and could only imagine. When both arms had cleared, she spun around holding the loosened material of her dress over her breasts.

Thrusting her hips suggestively, she inched towards the man and slowly eased the dress down her breasts. I could make out the dark brown areolas and nipples against the whiteness of her skin. I suddenly imagined the man holding his hard cock and slowly stroking it as he enjoyed the show.

The thought excited me further and my hand moved instinctively to my pussy. I had forgotten I was naked until my fingers touched the bare skin.

I hadn't been fucked for a few weeks and work had been so demanding that, unusually for me, I hadn't even masturbated for the past three or four days. As my fingers stroked my clit I found myself fantasizing that I was the one dancing sexily for the faceless stranger. He would sink to his knees, dive beneath the dress and slip his tongue into my wet pussy.

She slowly slid her dress over the swell of her hips and down her legs, letting it puddle softly around her feet to reveal the tiny black thong. After kicking the dress clear of her spike-heeled shoes, she began to dance again. Her body moved with sinuous grace, her hands stroking her curves, emphasizing her perfect shape.

I had to admit she was very good and the man was very lucky.

She turned her back to him and began to work the thong down over the perfect globes of her ass. Then the tiny scrap of silk was off and she stepped out of it. She turned back to him, one hand coyly shielding her pussy; then she slowly raised it. Her finger slid over her flat stomach revealing pubes that were black like her hair. From what I could make out they seemed to be trimmed into a heart shape.

By now I was desperate to see the man. What would he look like? Would they fuck? I was very aroused. My pussy was in full flow and I circled my firm clit nervously, not wanting to cum too soon in case there was going to be some hot action to view. By now the windows in all the other rooms were dark and the couple might have assumed that everyone was asleep. Either that or they couldn't care less.

I so want to be her; to be the one arousing a man in readiness for a good fuck.

Then the woman was touching herself. Her head tipped back as her hands moved around her pussy.

As my head spun with excitement I seemed to become her - in my imagination I was the one being told by the man,

"Finger yourself, Jill...stroke your clit. Show me how wet you are. Make me hard and I'll fuck you."

My mouth opened as I slid a finger into my pussy and gasped quietly at how wet I was. I trailed my finger coated with juices over my distended clit hood and circled gently yet insistently, feeling the nub move beneath its cover. It peeked out, eager to be fingered directly.

In my fantasy I imagine him toying with his huge cock, stroking its length in reaction to my performance. He walks to me, pushes me onto the bed and takes me deeply. I want him to fill me completely and fuck me hard until he erupts inside me and I cum hard, our bodies a sweaty tangle of limbs.

Just then the man stepped into view and my fantasy faded into reality as I gazed at him. He might have been in his mid-thirties. His naked body was lean and he looked in good shape although not too heavily muscled. At first his back was to me and I greedily eyed his neat butt where the skin was pale in contrast to the rest of his tanned body. His brown hair threw off some reddish glints from the bright overhead light. It was difficult to know how tall he was but he stood a good head above the woman.

Turn around, turn around, dammit, I muttered as my breath quickened; let's see your hard cock. It must surely be stiff after that display.

He moved and I wasn't disappointed; he had a full erection poking out from his hairy balls.

As he reached out for the woman his hard-on swayed as it thrust up at a sharp angle almost touching his belly. I have seen more than my fair share of cocks and I had no complaints about his. It looked perfectly adequate for a great fuck.

I groaned at the knowledge that the two fingers I had thrust into my pussy were a very poor substitute.

They kissed and I hoped that I was about to get a lovely view of them fucking. Her hands were on his firm buns and his were fondling her breasts. Then they separated; she lay down on the bed with her legs spread and her knees drawn up.

Go on, go on...fuck her I urged. But the man turned towards the window. Oh no ...don't close the blind, I begged under my breath as he approached. When he reached for the blinds cord I was left with a last tantalizing glimpse of his hard cock before he vanished from sight behind the blind.

Fuck, fuck, fuck; I felt so horny!

With the light still off, I didn't bother to close my blind in the forlorn hope that they might open theirs again. I lay down naked on my bed ready to give my pussy a really good fucking. Then I realized that I hadn't bothered to bring my trusty vibrating dildo with me. Dammit - what a fuck-up of a day!

I could feel the heat of my pussy as I slowly moved my fingers onto my outer lips and was surprised to find how swollen they were. As I imagined the pair across the way fucking, my pussy was creaming like mad.

I hooked my long, coral fingernails over each of my inner labia and parted them feeling the cool air waft at my damp warmth. My clit quivered as my fertile imagination slipped into overdrive. Moving my fingers higher I slid the hood further back. I kept picturing the man's hard cock pushing into the black hairy pussy.

My juices dribbled over my fingertips and I massaged the wetness around my clit without touching it, delaying the stimulation that would bring me to climax in an instant.

I waited. The anticipation was electrifying and I thought I might cum just from those sensations alone but I didn't want to. Not yet. Somehow I wanted the evening to continue after my earlier disappointments.

I stroked my breasts and rubbed my nipples as my clit screamed for contact. My nipples were fully erect and I imagined the mystery man licking them and sucking them into his mouth. I can be very wet when aroused and now juices oozed from my pussy and trickled down between my ass-cheeks as I contracted and relaxed my pussy muscles, wishing that they were gripping a big cock.

My hands reluctantly left my breasts and started a slow journey towards my pussy. When they reached it I easily slipped both of my index fingers into my slick opening. Imagining myself performing for the stranger, I moved them apart, stretching and opening my hot, supple pink slit.

Then I couldn't wait any longer. Two hooked fingers found my G-spot as fingers of my other hand stroked around my engorged clit. Shaking uncontrollably, I moved them up and down like a man jacking-off. I groaned deeply as I felt my climax approaching.

My pussy pulsed as the sensations welled up inside me before crashing into the quivering ecstasy of an orgasm. My brief scream echoed weirdly from the walls of my bedroom as I thrust my hips greedily at my pleasuring fingers but I didn't care if people heard me.

I was pleased that the day hadn't been a total washout after all, thanks to the performers across the way. I fell asleep to erotic dreams and when I wakened I had two fingers on my pussy and the sheet was damp with my juices.

The next morning after breakfast I was in the hotel lobby on my way back to my room. Some people were clustered around the reception desk and I gave them a passing glance. Then one couple caught my attention. They had their backs to me but there was something familiar about them - especially the woman's long black hair.

Then I saw their faces and I stopped dead in my tracks. I couldn't believe it - it was them; the couple from last night. My first instinct was to hide - an irrational reaction based on guilt from having spied on them.

Get a grip, I told myself; they didn't see me.

Reassured, I watched what they were doing. As they left the desk, the man was carrying a suitcase and I thought they must be leaving. But why only one case, I wondered. I found myself following as they walked to the taxi rank outside. He handed the case to his companion, kissed her and she climbed into a taxi. He waved as it drove away.

Everything became clear. They weren't together and last night's fuck must just have been the result of a typical vacation link-up. The main thing was that he appeared to be staying on and I felt a burst of excitement. I pictured his naked body again and became aware that my pulse was racing as my adrenaline surged. I was in full hunting mode and he was the target. He glanced at his watch and set off towards town.

I spent the morning wandering around the shops and buying bits and pieces before returning to the hotel for lunch. I had noticed that several groups of young women were staying at the hotel. This was the last day of my break and I wanted to get my man before they did.

In the hope that I might see him in the dining room I dressed carefully. Since it was only lunchtime I couldn't really wear the sexy dress I had brought for evenings. I settled on a tight white halter top with a fairly low neck, which pushed up my round breasts without the need for a bra. My red mini skirt displayed acres of well-toned legs, a reward for my many hours of exercise and jogging. Under it I wore a black thong.

I re-checked my smoky eye shadow and black liner and applied glossy pink lipstick, before slipping on my black open stiletto sandals. Okay, maybe I was a bit overdressed (or should that be underdressed) for the time of day. But, hell, I had to catch his attention.

I sat at a table and eagerly scanned the other diners but to my disappointment there was no sign of my prey. I told myself to forget him but there were very few other men on their own. Maybe I should forget about sex for this break and just relax I thought. I bought a magazine and strolled into the large lounge to read it.

He was there, sitting reading a newspaper!

I walked across to a vacant chair a few yards from where he sat. As I settled down I was ready to give him an encouraging smile if he showed any interest. However, after giving me a brief glance, he went back to reading his paper.

Being well accustomed to attracting men's favorable attention, I was surprised by his seeming indifference to me. In my conceit, I felt annoyed that his tongue wasn't hanging out for me. Okay, I decided; time for some action.

From the way we were positioned I knew that he had a full view of my long bare tanned legs. I eased forward on the seat and let my skirt slip higher. I have perfected the art of peeping through a veil of my long hair while appearing to be reading.

When he was looking in my direction, I slowly uncrossed my legs, let them sway open for a second to give a flash of my thong and re-crossed them. I felt a moistening in my pussy from my slutty display but to my surprise he still showed no reaction.

I decided to try harder and felt the thrill of the exhibitionist ripple through me. The next time he glanced up from his paper at me I slowly and casually parted my thighs and paused, showing off the gleam of flesh of my inner thighs and the black thong gusset stretched tightly over my pussy.

I thought I detected a smile play around his lips but that was all and he went back to his paper. Fuck it, I thought. What the hell is wrong with him?

He finished his beer and as he rose our eyes met for a long second. Again I felt that there was a glimmer of a smile but that was all. He turned and walked away. I couldn't believe that he had resisted my come-on signals. This was one cool hombre.

Well that's it, I thought. I decided to sit by the pool to soak up some sun and have a swim and I went to my room to change.

I was going to wear my skimpy bikini but as I sorted through my case I came across the black one-piece I had thrown in on a whim. It was a design that just about passed as not being indecent and would be allowed in most public places.

The upper part of the costume consisted of two narrow bands of material that fastened behind my neck and dropped down over my breasts. The strips were about two inches wide, enough to cover my nipples while leaving most of my breasts exposed.

They continued down to connect, high up on my hips, to the thin string waistband of a thong - a little triangle of fabric to cover my shaved pussy with the back strap disappearing between the cheeks of my ass. The linking of the top and bottom parts drew them tight on my skin when I moved. When I stretched, the outline of my pussy lips was clearly etched as were my pointed nipples.

Still feeling piqued at my lack of success, I decided to wear it and really provide a show for anyone around the pool. There didn't appear to be many unattached men around but at least I might get plenty of sly admiring glances from the men accompanied by women. That would help my injured pride.

After putting on my sandals I looked at myself in the full-length mirror. Carefully adjusting the one-piece, I turned to admire the dimples in my tight ass when I clenched it. Yes this would do nicely I thought. I pulled on a robe, picked up a book and sun block and set off for the pool.

The sun loungers on the near side of the pool were nearly all occupied so I took off my robe and walked around to the far side where it was quieter. As I swayed along on my heels I could see from behind my sunglasses, heads turning to follow my progress. I imagined that I could feel the men's eyes burning into me.

I found a spot with several unoccupied loungers and after applying plenty of sunscreen I stretched out and closed my eyes. I could have been lying there for only a few minutes when I heard a deep male voice,

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

I rolled onto my side, shading my eyes from the sun and looked up.

It was him!

For an instant I thought that I had fallen asleep and was dreaming about him from last night. Then I became aware that my mouth was hanging open in shock and that it really was him, standing beside the lounger next to mine.

When I remained silent, he said with a straight face,

"Sorry to barge in but it's a bit crowded here..."

As I looked around and saw that there were plenty of empty sun beds on either side of me, he broke out into a huge grin at his joke. I found myself smiling in response,

"Sure...by all means..." I managed to say at last.

He held out his hand,

"Hi, I'm Dan."

"Jill..." I responded.

While he held my hand his eyes calmly and openly admired my almost naked breasts. I suddenly imagined his warm hand on them and a sexual frisson ran down my spine straight to my pussy.

He drew the lounger up to mine, put his towel on it and sat down.

Close up, Dan looked just as fit as he had seemed from the distance and my eyes were drawn to the ripples of muscle on his chest and belly. I saw that his brown hair had just a sprinkling of grey at the temples and his eyes were a light hazel brown.

His swimming shorts were tight and as he signaled to a waiter I took a sneaky glance at the generous package outlined by the thin fabric, remembering his swaying erection from last night.

"I did notice you earlier in the bar but thought that you might be a hooker," he grinned.

When I pretended to look insulted, he added with a chuckle,

"A very high-class one of course."

When the waiter came over, Dan ordered us both a cold beer. We exchanged the usual chat of two strangers meeting on vacation and he was as charming as he was attractive. He explained that he was on vacation with a male friend called Brad and they were sharing a room. He didn't mention the woman he had fucked and I avoided asking any questions about people he had met here.

The sun went behind some clouds and I suddenly felt chilly in my near-nudity. When I pulled on my robe Dan suggested that we go into the hotel lounge for another drink and I agreed.

Perhaps I was too eager, for as I quickly swung one leg out of the lounger and tried to stand I wobbled on my high heel and my ankle twisted under me. I collapsed back onto the recliner and cried out softly as a sharp pain ran up my leg. It really hurt and with a groan I lay back.

"I think I've sprained my ankle," I told him.

After we waited for a moment or two, Dan helped me to my feet,

"Let's see if we need to get help from the hotel staff. Can you walk?"

My hands went to his firm shoulders as I leaned against him. My robe fell open and my nipples brushed lightly against his chest as his hands on my hips held me close. Normally that would have been thrilling but I was in too much pain to enjoy it.

I groaned when I put my weight on the ankle. It didn't seem to be broken but felt very sore. Curse those damned high heels. With his support I managed to take a few exploratory steps on my bare feet but I didn't feel able to walk very far.

"If you think you could manage," volunteered Dan, "I could help you back to your room. Whereabouts are you?"

Of course as luck would have it, I couldn't have been farther away since as I mentioned, my room was on one of the upper floors and at the end of the wing. When I explained that to Dan, he said,

"Maybe we could stop off at my room first and try to bind your ankle with something. I'm on the ground floor just over there."

I realized that he and the dancing woman must have been in her room when I spied on them as it was on the upper floor. In my pain I wasn't even thinking about the sexual possibilities from going to his room. It just seemed a sensible idea and I agreed.

We set off with me limping awkwardly on my bare feet and Dan supporting me protectively. He had one arm around my waist and I had one over his shoulders. His skin was warm but again my discomfort spoiled any pleasure that I might normally have enjoyed.

The lower level rooms opened onto the garden and pool area and we made the short journey to his. On the way he explained that his pal Brad had hooked up with a woman and was with her that afternoon. Again he didn't mention that he had been with a woman the previous day.

We entered his room and Dan steadied me with gentle hands until I gratefully sat on the edge of one of the single beds. I accepted his offer of a drink and gulped down the vodka and tonic from his mini bar. Still wearing only his swim trunks Dan went for something to bind my ankle. He came back with two big handkerchiefs that he tied together to make a binding.

"I'm sorry I'm not much good at first-aid," he apologized. "It's a pity that Brad isn't here as he's taken a course and does know a bit about it."

My ankle had swollen up and I winced as he tied the makeshift bandage around it and my foot. The alcohol was easing the pain and I gratefully accepted another drink.

As he sat on the other bed facing me I found myself marveling at the bad luck that was dogging me. Here I was practically naked under a flimsy robe and in a hotel room with a handsome stranger. Normally it would have been a perfect opportunity for some great sex. But the discomfort from my ankle was killing any erotic thoughts and Dan was behaving in a very correct and protective way.

We had been chatting for a few moments when a man appeared at the door. He stopped abruptly when he took in the scene before him and must have assumed that we were having sex,

"Oh sorry, Dan," he said. I see that you're... that you've got company...I'll come back later."

He turned to go,

"No, come back, Brad," Dan called.

"This is Jill...she's hurt her ankle and I'm helping her."

As Brad closed the door and came in, Dan continued,

"In fact please have a look at it. You might be able to tell if she needs to see the hotel doctor."

Brad and I stared at each other in mutual surprise. He was dressed only in white shorts and sneakers and carried his top in one hand. Apart from being about the same six foot height, the two friends looked quite different. His body was slender where Dan was well-built; he had floppy, sandy blond hair and bright blue eyes in contrast to Dan's close-cropped brown hair and matching eyes.

When he eventually gave me a confident smile, two cute dimples appeared on his cheeks. I took him to be a natural born flirt and was sure that, like Dan, he had no trouble in attracting women.

His calm appraisal of my body made me very aware of how little I was wearing and instinctively I drew my robe closer over my breasts. It was only hip length and as I sat I was displaying lots of leg, marred only by the crude bandage around one ankle.

Brad strode towards us,

"Betty had a headache and I left so she could have a nap," he told Dan.

I assumed that Betty was the woman he had been seeing.

"Let's have a look at that ankle," he suggested confidently as he sat down beside me.

My injured leg was the one nearest to him.

"May I?" He murmured and without waiting for my response he swung it over his lap and my robe parted.

I was acutely aware of my unladylike position. With one foot on the floor and the other resting on Brad's lap, my legs were wide apart, stretching the tiny gusset on my swimsuit to its limits. If my pussy hadn't been shaved there would have been lots of pubic hair on show.

I saw with embarrassment that the edge of one of my outer lips was visible in that position and I quickly tucked the hem of my short robe over my crotch. So far the men had behaved very correctly and I didn't want to appear a slut.

When my body swayed in the awkward position, Dan sat at my other side and put an arm around my shoulders to support me.

My injury had shaken my confidence and unusually for me, I didn't feel in control. I certainly hadn't planned to be in a hotel room with two strangers and all of us practically naked. My idea of a gradual romantic link-up with Dan had been dramatically altered.

"Well then, let's check that ankle," Brad said as he untied the handkerchiefs.

His warm fingers probed gently and searchingly. To my relief, the pain had ebbed and his touch was comforting. The two quick drinks I had taken were working. Suddenly I became very sexually aware that I was sitting practically naked between two attractive strangers who wore nothing but shorts.

Despite all my bravado about being the hunter, I now felt very vulnerable; although in a pleasant way. It seemed that my role was now reversed and the two guys were closing in on me. With Dan's arm around me it felt natural to rest my head against him as he leaned into me.

"I'm pretty sure that there's nothing broken," Brad announced as his fingers probed. "In fact I think it's more of a wrench than a real sprain. You should recover quickly, I think."

When I gave a nervous giggle of relief, he went on,

"I'll just give it a light massage to get the blood moving."

His words made me think of the blood that was beginning to move into my clit and I felt my cheeks redden. The sensations from his gentle fingers began to change from soothing to sensual and my breathing quickened. Then I felt his hands edge a little higher to massage my calf. My initial, instinctive reaction was to resist. But it felt really good and I decided to let him continue.

Dan's fingers began to stroke my shoulder as he supported me. I closed my eyes and sighed softly, relishing the pleasant sensations. Despite having known them for only a very short time, I felt quite safe with them. I giggled tipsily as he kissed the top of my head, and whispered,

"I'm glad you're going to be alright, Jill."

I trembled as I felt his lips push through my hair to brush lightly against my neck. The hand around my shoulder came slowly down my side to rest on the hip of my outstretched leg. The movement made my robe fall open and my swimming costume was revealed. When both men turned their heads to gaze at the display, I found myself frozen and made no move to cover myself.

The two strips of cotton running down from the neckband gave ridiculously inadequate cover to my breasts and their curves were fully exposed. Inevitably, my nipples were aroused and thrusting through the thin material. I glanced down to see that my pussy was also just about exposed. The outlines of my outer lips were clearly visible where the thong of my costume was drawn taut by my spread legs.

The costume was daring enough in public but in the intimate, bedroom setting it provided a totally erotic sight; in fact possibly more so than if I'd been naked.

The men had time for a good look before I tugged the robe back in place. I stole a quick glance at Dan's trunks and wasn't surprised to see the bulge of a hard-on. Of course I immediately pictured again his hard naked cock from the previous night and my clit gave a little tremor.

Despite all the temptation my semi-nakedness was providing, Dan and Brad continued with the charade of tending to my ankle. I had to admire their approach. They had to know by now that I could easily have made my excuses and left. But although I seemed to be up for a fuck they were content to continue with what was really foreplay.

So far, nothing overtly sexual had taken place but I realized that this was a slow, gentle seduction. They were working well together and I formed the impression that they had double-teamed a woman a few times before.

Then Dan made his first real move as his hand at my hip slipped under the edge of the robe to rest on bare skin. I gave a little shiver of pleasure when as if absentmindedly, his fingertips began to slowly trace back and forth along the string of my costume thong.

Meanwhile Brad's hands had moved higher. One was massaging the sensitive spot behind my knee while the other stroked my thigh above it and I wallowed in the sensual pleasure. I was now completely in submissive mode, happy to let them work on me and almost purring like a kitten.

I knew I was at the point of no return and this was my last chance to leave.

Fuck it, I told myself, I deserve a treat - it had been a while since I enjoyed one. I've always been a sucker for group sex. My greedy body is in heaven when several pairs of hands and mouths are working on it.

Then things moved up a notch. When I flexed my injured ankle to test it as it lay on his lap, my heel felt the unmistakable bulge of a hard cock under Brad's shorts. Without even thinking, I gingerly rubbed my heel along its length.

That was my first proactive move and although it might have been considered unintentional it gave him confidence to continue.

Let's get you comfortable," he murmured.

Dan moved away and I gave a little squeak - half surprise and half pleasure as Brad gently but firmly swung my leg around and moved me onto my back on the bed. It was a relief to be out of the awkward position I'd been in and I stretched my legs gratefully while modestly keeping them together.

The men moved to kneel on the floor on opposite sides of the bed and instinctively I drew my robe over my provocative swimsuit.

Still supposedly giving first-aid, Brad said,

"I'd better check if you pulled any muscles when you fell."

He began to probe and massage my thighs. He was leaning over me and I was sure he would catch a whiff of my arousal.

Dan smoothed my hair away from my face and gently stroked my shoulders,

"Jill, if you want us to stop, we will...." His words were soft in my ear, his breath warm on my throat.

When I kept my eyes closed and didn't reply, I felt his lips on mine. I resisted for a moment but his mouth was insistent and I allowed his tongue to slip between my lips. Then our tongues were dancing as the kiss increased its passion.

Strangely, it somehow felt ages since I had enjoyed such a kiss and I threw my arms around his shoulders to draw him closer. I didn't resist when I felt his fingers untie the neck string of my costume and draw it down, leaving my breasts completely naked.

I groaned into the kiss as Brad's mouth closed on a nipple and began to lick and suck the brown nub. The slow build-up to this point had brought my arousal to a peak and my pussy was totally flooded. The pain in my ankle was forgotten as Brad drew my costume down over my feet. When it cleared them his mouth was still on my breast and I parted my legs invitingly, desperate to have my straining clit touched.

Both mouths left me and I presumed that the men were having a good look at my naked body. I shuddered with pleasure as they ran their hands all over me for a few seconds before they rose to strip off.

When naked, they stood over me, one on each side as if keen to show off their hard swinging dicks. Without even thinking about it I reached for them.

I always get a special thrill from the feel of a stiff cock in my fingers. I don't know if it's just from the anticipation of what it will feel like in my pussy; or whether it's the sensual feel of the silky skin over the firm pulsing shaft and raised veins. Having two to touch really does double the pleasure.

I sat up and lightly stroked them, feeling both stiffen to completely full erection under my touch. I felt the sense of power that I enjoy when giving a blowjob. After my spell of submission I now wanted to enjoy some control and teasing them with my mouth would work well.

Realizing that both had been with a woman recently, I felt my usual sense of rivalry bubble up and I wanted to make a good job of sucking their cocks. I didn't want them to cum, though, because I was longing to be fucked. Still holding Brad's cock with one hand I leaned over to Dan first as my eyes caught the glisten of his arousal fluids.

I stuck out my tongue and delicately lapped the drops of pre-cum from the tip. I smiled into his eyes, licked my lips and took just the swollen head into my warm, wet mouth. My tongue gently lapped the sensitive underside for a moment and then I slowly slid my lips halfway down the shaft. As they glided back up I saw that I had left a faint smear of pink lipstick on the slick skin.

Both men watched as I repeated the movement and as my head slowly bobbed up and down, Dan reached to hold my hair back to get a better view. As I took in his cock my tongue ran along the underside, tracing the bulging veins and coating him with my saliva over and over. On the upward movement my lips sucked hard, always pausing to grip around the ridge of the head and give a few tugs.

Brad was being patient apart from gently trying to fuck the fingers I had around his cock and seemed content to await his turn.

I was now doing a little teasing of my own. At the end of each upward suck I let Dan's cock plop from my mouth and left it swaying wetly for a few seconds until he edged forward for more. When he started the inevitable pushing of his hips for deeper access, I decided to show-off my deep-throating technique.

I circled the base of his cock with finger and thumb and in one move slid my mouth three-quarters way down. With my lips holding tightly, I held there for a moment, letting him feel the wet warmth of my mouth tighten around him. Gripping firmly at the base I took a deep breath, and carefully slid his cock over my tongue to the very back of my mouth.

Controlling the gagging impulse and holding my breath, I eased my head forward. The crown of his rubbery shaft slipped over into my throat, and my lips touched his curly pubes.

As I held him there for a few seconds, I looked up into his eyes to see they were closed as he concentrated on his pleasure. Then I let him slip from my mouth and still holding his slippery cock, I turned to his friend.

Brad seemed impressed by my performance as he grunted and pushed his cock at my mouth. I opened it wide and then sealed my lips tightly around the first couple of inches. He must have squeezed his cock for I tasted a drop of pre-cum. I was a bit worried that he was insisting on holding his cock rather than letting me grip it. It pulsed with life as I slowly slid my lips down an inch then back up to the head again.

My neck was stiff and my jaws were beginning to ache. I was glad when it seemed that his preference was just to feel his cockhead being rubbed by my tightly pursed lips. So I had only to remain still as he began to move his hips just a fraction each time as he eased the head in and out of the tight circle of my lips.

I relaxed and held my head still as he gently fucked my lips. I allowed him a couple of minutes and then eased him away, also releasing Dan's cock.

"I think it's my turn now," I murmured as I lay back.

The men dropped to their knees again, still on opposite sides of the bed.

Then I began to receive a tremendous going-over. In that situation most men would have been fucking me madly by now. However these guys were something special.

They worked together from the perfect position on their knees on either side of me. Each had one hand and his mouth on a breast and the other on my pussy. Two fingers fucked me while others stroked my clit. Both my breasts were being sucked and caressed.

It was fucking amazing!

I squirmed and moaned in unashamed pleasure as they stroked my moist slit and clit. I wasn't aware of who was doing what as fingers stroked and circled my clit while others pushed into my wet tingling pussy.

Wonderful as it was, I wanted a cock in me before I came. But they must have had other ideas.

As pleasure surged through me from four erogenous zones I felt myself racing rapidly to a climax. Almost before I had time to register it was on its way, I was hit by a blast of pleasure.

I gave my usual scream but they continued to calmly work on me and wave after wave of delight pounded me. Totally out of control, I yelled, grunted and wailed. My body jerked and strained with ecstasy even as my mind tried to come to terms with the fact that, unusually for me, I was having multi-orgasms.

On and on they went as the men stroked probed and sucked. My body thrashed and heaved and my head spun. For an instant I thought I was going to pass out

Then the exquisite sensations quickly became softer and less urgent. Finally I was still, and the fingers and mouths left me. I lay stunned, emotionally and physically exhausted. That had to be included in the most powerful sexual experiences of my life.

"These beds clip together," Dan muttered. "Let's do it."

I opened my eyes as the men pushed the other single bed against the one I lay on and I heard sounds as they came together to form a double. I was given a short rest as another drink was prepared. As soon as I had finished mine, both men climbed in beside me.

"This is better," Brad chuckled, as they settled down.

"But I'm first..." Dan said.

This time it was Brad who kissed me and fondled my breasts while Dan moved between my legs that were invitingly spread wide. Although my pussy felt numb, I opened my mouth submissively to Brad's probing tongue

Understandably, Dan's patience must have been at an end. As I drew up my legs for him, he pushed his dick into my pussy in one long thrust and rammed it all the way to the hilt. Grabbing my hips he began to fuck me hard but at a measured pace. Automatically, I wrapped my legs around his waist but a flash of pain in my ankle made me drop that leg and I clung to him with the other hooked around him.

I didn't think that I would feel much pleasure so soon after I had cum so strongly. But my body still seemed to be in state of permanent mild arousal as if all my orgasms had left the nerve ends tingling and ready for more stimulus. When my pussy gripped the stiff cock I sighed happily as it responded.

I had expected Brad to want a blowjob while his mate fucked me; the standard double-teaming procedure. I always find that distracting and I can't properly enjoy both at the same time. Yet again, the pair surprised me as his mouth moved down my body until he could taste my breast. With a hand on each side, he gently applied pressure causing my nipple to rise to a peak.

He licked and sucked it into his mouth until it grew harder and began to send signals to awaken my clit again. I felt a trail of saliva roll down the side of my breast and seep under his fingers as his mouth worked on me.

Dan threw his head back and growled, going faster and faster as he felt my pussy muscles throbbing around his cock. I was receiving a good fucking at last. Reflexively, my pussy began to respond gratefully even although he was really pounding me hard. His cock was filling me all the way and banging against the top.

He soon exploded. I felt warm cum spurting against my cervix while he held me fully impaled on his cock. I shook beneath him from the pain/pleasure of his final forceful thrust. My fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulders while I gasped for air.

He lowered his shoulders, holding me pinned down while filling me with all the cum he had to give. Finally his frozen posture eased and I felt his body tremble in the aftermath of his orgasm.

"Your turn, Brad," he grunted as he eased his still stiff cock from me and rolled over.

Brad gave my nipple one final sharp suckle and took his mouth away. I shivered as my saliva-coated nub felt the cool air waft over it.

Brad surprised me. Instead of sticking it in and fucking me senseless he put just the big head of his cock inside me, pushing through my lips until my pussy gripped around the ridge. I knew he would feel the hot, messy dribbles escaping from me.

He began swaying back and forward, an inch deep in my dripping wet entrance where all the sensitive nerve ends are. To my surprise he was teasing me. He was the one who should have been desperate for a fuck but instead he was making me want more. Dan's fuck had got my motor purring and once again I was aware of how insatiable my body can be at times. One fuck always gears me up for another, especially if I haven't cum from it.

It was clear that Brad derived a lot of pleasure from arousing women and I certainly wasn't complaining. I couldn't resist the sensations and instinctively wanting his cock all the way in, I pushed against him. I tossed my head, my eyes closed,

"God that's good!" I found myself gasping.

It seemed that Brad was a talker because my words set him off,

"You like my big cock, then?" He chuckled, arching his back so that he could nibble on one of my swollen, pointed nipples.

The added pleasure made me rock back and forth trying to impale myself on his cock. Normally I would have had both feet flat on the bed to give myself leverage but with my injured ankle I could only use one leg.

"Ohhhh," I moaned.

He teased me with his cock, pulling out and then putting just the head back in to feel my pussy contract and squeeze around it.

"Stick it in me," I moaned.

Finally, satisfied with having built my need, he grabbed my ass and pushed my thighs back against my breasts as he shuffled forward on his knees. Leaning forward he had my gaping pussy at the perfect angle.

"Like this?" He asked, gripping my waist and thrusting his entire length inside me.

I bit my lip and groaned at the sheer pleasure of being stretched again by a hard cock. I felt little trickles of Dan's cum run down to my ass as Brad's cock squeezed them out.

He started pumping me slowly but somehow seemed to go deeper with each stroke until his balls were touching my ass. It was as if my pussy walls were stretching from all the cock they were taking, making them more flexible.

"Oh God..." I moaned as my head rolled from side to side.

Somehow the slow action seemed very arousing and I felt that I needed more. I was really in the grip of my voracious hunger and I wanted to be fucked out of my mind. Of course the prolonged skillful foreplay had really tuned me up.

"Yeah ...take it," he grunted. "Take my cock Jill. You like to be fucked twice ...don't you?"

He leaned over further, thrust his head between my drawn back thighs and took a nipple in his mouth. Circling it with his tongue and taking it between his teeth, he bit it lightly. Brad was obviously keen on tits.

Beyond any thought of shame, I reached down to stroke my clit as I rocked on his thick dick. Our bodies were slick with sweat as they slithered against each other.

"Are you ready for it? Do you want some more cum in you?" He gasped.

His words seemed to set him off and he started to really pump my pussy. I could feel my fluids gushing down my inner thighs as he forced them out.

I shook my head,

"Don't cum yet... not yet..." I gasped.

I moaned as my fingertips worked frantically on my clit so that I could cum while his cock was in me. Tossing my head, I moaned and groaned. I was being thoroughly fucked and every sexual nerve was jangling.

I was floating on a cloud of sheer pleasure. I couldn't remember when I had enjoyed such a wonderful double fuck.

Brad obediently went more slowly, obviously proud of his control. He was lasting very well and I was suddenly struck by the thought that he had maybe fucked Betty before joining us. So that he could hold out longer, he kept pulling out all the way to pause and then slowly glide back in. I greatly appreciated this as I slowly built to another orgasm.

Our bodies were tight against each other and he held the round curves of my ass as he continued slowly rocking into me. As I played with my clit a fingertip felt his cock slippery with cum sliding in and out of my gripping pussy and the sensation sent powerful thrills up my spine.

"Cum for me Jill ...squeeze that tight little pussy around my cock," he gasped through his heavy breathing.

The words gave me an erotic charge and as my orgasm built I reached up to wrap my free arm around his neck. But I still hadn't reached my climax as his thrusts became short, fierce and less controlled. He was in the male's final frenzy before orgasm; animalistic and uncontrolled. I always love to experience those few final seconds as the man totally possesses me. I pushed back with my hips to take him in all the way.

When he grunted with relief, his cock twitched against the roof of my pussy and I received another load of warm semen. Realizing that my fingers were still playing desperately with my clit, he pulled out and sat back on his haunches to watch me.

"That's it, Jill, play with yourself...make yourself cum," he whispered.

As if to help me to cum, he went on with the dirty talk,

"You're a real hot little bitch aren't you? You love cock don't you...here feel mine."

When he drew my free hand to his cock I gripped it greedily. He was still hard and the feel of the hot slippery flesh in my fingers gave me a final erotic thrill. I gripped it hard and came for the third time.

I gave more of a wail of relief than a scream as a releasing, almost gentle orgasm rippled through me. I let go of his dick and lay back with my eyes closed, totally exhausted.

The men got up and left me in peace. I could hear them talking quietly and the sounds of drinks being prepared. After a few minutes, Dan gently touched my shoulder. I sat up and accepted the drink he handed me. The first few gulps of cold vodka and tonic went down very nicely before I thought to try my ankle. I flexed it and to my relief it didn't feel very sore. I managed to restrain a giggle as I thought I had found a new cure for a sprained ankle - receiving a good fucking.

Dan spoke,

"It's nearly time for dinner and we've been wondering if you're going to be able to walk to your room and then to the dining room. If you like we can order something from room service for the three of us. Do you want to try out the ankle first?"

I didn't have to think about which option I preferred.

I got up and took a couple of hobbling steps. My ankle was stiff but the sharp pain had gone and I knew that I could manage quite easily,

"Ohhh...ohhh...that's really sore," I lied.

I staggered theatrically and flopped back down on the bed. I wrapped my gown around me and looking up from under my eyelashes, I put on my best damsel in distress expression,

"I think I'd better stay here a bit longer to eat...if that's not too much trouble."

Actually I had no intention of going back to my room until morning.

Of course they agreed. As Dan phoned in our order I noted that the width provided by the two single beds locked together was more than an ordinary double. Yes we three would be quite cozy in here tonight.

I wondered how many more times I would be able to cum before morning. Yes, my weekend break had turned out very nice after all. Very nice indeed. What a shame that I had to go home tomorrow.

THE END