Chapter 3

It was quiet in the house when I awoke the next day. I say day because there was barely any morning remaining when I woke. Despite my tossing and turning most of the night, when I had finally fallen asleep, as the sun started to rise, I had apparently slept quite soundly.

Now that I was awake, I needed to relieve myself quite urgently. However, my crutches were nowhere to be seen and my leg was exquisitely painful, perhaps the worst it had been since the initial injury. I tried to call out, but got no response, which wasn’t surprising since the door to my room was closed. In fact, as I listened, the house was eerily quiet, and I grew concerned that I had been left alone.

I knew that Mom wouldn’t leave me alone all day, but she, or Jennifer, may have had to run out for some reason for a few minutes, and I had no idea when they would be back.

Problem was, I needed to go now!

I then remembered I had one of those urinal bottles from the hospital that they had sent home in case of a situation like this. I began looking around for it, and in the process knocked over the lamp and I still couldn’t find the urinal bottle.

I gave up on that idea and started trying to get out of the bed but the pain was really bad and the leg was very stiff from sleeping all night. I yelled out my frustration as I pulled myself into a sitting position.

Jennifer and Sarah burst through the door just then. Jennifer ran over to my side and immediately started helping to pull me out of the bed and put herself under my shoulder to support my weight. It was then that I realized that Sarah was still standing in the doorway. A moment after that I realized that my boxer shorts had fallen down my legs and I was on full display to Sarah. To my surprise, and a bit of my embarrassment, she was taking in the view and seemed to be enjoying it.

What seemed like a very long moment, but was probably only a couple of seconds, our eyes met and Sarah shook her head and rushed to my side, lending her aid in helping me to the bathroom. Between them, I was able to quickly cover the distance with minimal pain, and as soon as I was in range of the toilet, I let loose with the stream of urine I had been struggling to hold.

Perhaps it was that I really had to go, perhaps it was the experience with Jennifer yesterday and how I could do this without it being sexual, but whatever it was, all I felt was relief. I was essentially naked in front of two beautiful women and I felt no embarrassment, I also felt no arousal.

That was until Sarah reached down to grasp my cock and squeeze out the last few drops of urine. When that was accomplished, she stroked it a few more times.

“You have a very nice cock, James,” she whispered quietly, her voice hoarse and husky.

“He does, doesn’t he,” Jennifer agreed, reaching over and trapping Sarah’s hand around my cock and forcing her to continue to stroke my cock until it was fully erect and throbbing.

Then Jennifer dropped to her knees and sucked the end of my cock into her mouth, still holding Sarah’s hand around the base and slowly stroking it up and down.

I heard Sarah gasp somewhere in the back of my mind, but I had gone into hormone overdrive and suddenly the rational part of my brain wasn’t getting any blood flow. All I could concentrate on was the exquisite feelings of Sarah’s hand slowly stroking me, matched by Jennifer’s lips and tongue on the rest of my cock.

But then Sarah, who was still under my left arm and helping to hold me up, hugged me tighter and rubbed her body against mine, turning her head and whispering in my ear, “That is so hot,” she husked, her lust evident.

And with that, I groaned and came into Jennifer’s mouth.

When Jennifer was sure that she had all of my cum, she kissed the tip of my cock, then slowly stood and helped me to sit on the edge of the tub. She then grabbed Sarah and kissed her soundly.

Sarah was facing me, and I could tell from the expression on her face that she was surprised by the kiss, but was so turned on by the events, that she had decided to go with the flow. And then her eyes suddenly flew open and she grabbed Jennifer’s head and started vigorously kissing her, apparently trying to stick her tongue down her throat.

All this visual stimulation had the expected effect on me, that of raising me to full mast again. In fact, I was nearing the point that I was going to need some more relief if they didn’t stop soon.

Their kiss just seemed to keep going, getting more and more intense, and I noticed that Sarah now had her hand wrapped in Jennifer’s hair, holding her head and pulling her tightly to her, not letting her get away. I could also see the effect it was having on Jennifer, how she was writhing against Sarah, grinding her crotch against the girl. But in fact, Sarah was doing the same to Jennifer and I began to wonder if Sarah had been harboring some same sex tendencies.

Finally, Sarah released Jennifer and they both came up gasping for air. Seeing their flush faces made me moan with my own arousal. Jennifer turned her head, and with a sly smile, and a sexy purr, said, “I like your friend, Master!”

Sarah stared at me for a moment. “Is that what you like?” she asked softly.

Jennifer smiled sadly and turned back to Sarah and kissed her softly. She whispered something softly to her that I couldn’t hear, but the mood in the room seemed to change. Jennifer quickly knelt at my side and whispered in my ear, “If you can be patient with me, and not push Sarah too much right now, I swear I will make it up to you,” she begged quietly.

I nodded and Jennifer turned to get the washcloth from Sarah and began to wash me off, since I still wasn’t supposed to take a shower. She and Sarah then helped me wash my hair over the tub, and finish getting ready, even making sure I brushed my teeth and put on my deodorant. Jennifer even shaved me very carefully, softly caressing my face after every stroke of the razor which threatened to cause the sexual tension in the room to escalate out of control.

Soon enough, we were done, and after helping me dress in some athletic shorts and a t-shirt, I managed to make it down the stairs with only Sarah there to help ensure the crutches didn’t get away from me. Jennifer had gone on ahead to prepare some breakfast for me. Soon we were all sitting down around the table drinking coffee.

“So, you were going to tell me about the lawn care business,” Sarah prompted, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had settled in the room, since I had finished my breakfast.

I nodded as I swallowed the last bite of food, and with a final swallow of coffee, started talking.

A few hours later, Sarah was sweaty but smiling, her grin stretching across her face.

“So, if I get more lawns myself, you’ll let me keep more of the money?” she asked again.

“That’s right,” Jennifer replied before I could say anything. She had described the payment model and had laid out the incentive model for recruiting new accounts. She had also added a finder’s fee for other workers and the predatory gleam in Sarah’s eyes told me I might soon have an army of workers and half of the city’s lawns, if she could get her way.

“Remember, we only have 3 mowers right now,” I reminded them. “I need to make some money before I can buy another mower and we need to establish that we do a good job over time.”

Sarah nodded and seemed to think about what I was saying, while Jennifer just had a knowing grin on her face.

“Alright, so you can get started tomorrow with the first of the lawns,” Jennifer said with finality. She started to pack everything back up and she and Sarah made sure it was ready for tomorrow. All I could do was sit and watch, they didn’t even have any questions for me.

And then they came over and helped me up and back into the house, getting me onto the couch and making sure my leg was comfortable. Sarah said her goodbyes, giving me a kiss on the cheek and a longer than usual hug, before scampering out the door.

After a nice lunch, I was dozing on the couch, resting after my morning of exertion in the garage, teaching Sarah and Jennifer about my theoretical lawn care business.

I was having this wonderful dream where I felt warm moist hands massaging my aching leg. But then those hands hit a sore spot, and I woke to realize that Jennifer was again massaging my leg as she had done yesterday.

Her hands were covered in massage oil and she was working the muscles in my legs, giving them a deep tissue massage.

When she realized that I was awake, she smiled and then began to work my foot, bending it in directions, stretching it out and making me groan with the pain and pleasure of it all. The disuse of my leg after years of daily swimming was definitely having an effect.

Then she placed my foot between her breasts and began to gently massage my calf, around where the branch had skewered me. And then my mind registered that she placed my foot between her breasts, her naked breasts!

Despite having seen her naked yesterday, despite the fact that she had already given me head this morning, despite her sharing my cum with Sarah, Jennifer was still exceedingly beautiful. Yet somehow, I had completely missed that she was kneeling on the floor beside the couch, nude, massaging my injured leg.

My erection was immediate and painful. Jennifer noticed it immediately. We’ll deal with that in a few minutes, Master, I need to finish your massage,” Jennifer said quietly, almost meekly. “Sarah told me how important your swimming is to you, how you are likely to get a scholarship to college, and I won’t let my clumsiness get in the way,” she finished with a certain determination in her voice. And for just a second, hearing the tone of her voice, I was glad she wasn’t my swim coach.

Methodically, she finished massaging my leg, working every muscle in it, the pain and the pleasure commingling. Every sensation she seemed to create went straight to my cock, making it harder and harder, a pool of precum pooling beneath the head and drenching my shorts.

Done with the massage, she wiped the massage oil off her hands and then gently grasped my cock. Just the feel of her warm soft hands had me near to the edge of cumming, but then she upped her game by throwing her leg over my torso and impaling herself on my cock.

The tight, wet and hot sensation of her sex, as it enveloped my cock, was incredible and as much as I would like to tell you that I held out for hours, I came almost immediately after she was fully impaled on my cock.

And then I watched her cum, triggered in part by my cock spurting inside her. The sight of her chest and neck flushing from her sexual arousal, the fluttering of her sex around my cock and the sensual sounds she was making kept me hard and soon I was moving under her.

When Jennifer recovered a moment, she began to ride me, sliding slowly up and down my cock, her sex seeming to grasp it with each upward stroke. She leaned down and moaned into my ear, then kissing my neck as she shook all over and appeared to come again.

“Oh, thank you Master,” she cried out, as she came again, “I’ve had more orgasms with you in the last couple of days than in the years since Greg died.”

I clutched her to me, suddenly feeling a bit guilty, wondering if I was taking advantage of her, of her vulnerability. I think I even started to go a little soft as she held me and whispered repeatedly, “Thank you.”

Then I felt her seem to grasp my cock with her sex, squeezing it with her internal muscles over and over, as she moved in circles on me, rubbing her clit between our pubic bones. It was a bit of a unique sensation and had me rock hard and on edge again in moments.

When I felt like I was going to burst if I didn’t move inside her, I grabbed her hips and started to lift her up and down. Soon she was screaming out another orgasm as I manhandled her and a moment later, I joined her in orgasm. Jennifer collapsed on top of me and we both dozed off to sleep.

I woke to the sensation of something warm and wet on my cock and I jerked to the unusual sensation. Of course, that did two things, first, it made my leg start to throb and second, it dislodged Jennifer from my cock, where she had been licking the mixture of our cum from my cock.

Once again, Jennifer ended up on the floor and I was moaning in pain. The combination of time since taking anything for the pain, the activity of the day, and the sudden jerk, had started it throbbing again.

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