This story is a complete fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental and was not the intent of the author. There are no characters in this story that are under the age of eighteen. This is the continuation of a story that I started earlier this year. I would recommend you read the first five installments before starting in on this chapter.
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The three of us lay, exhausted, in the bed. I lay on my back and Carol and Mercy used my upper thigh for a pillow. We were totally spent, but also completely fulfilled after the three of us had recovered from the wonderful sexual adventure that we had all enjoyed.
Mercy was purring contentedly, while she rubbed her smooth cheek against my soft inner thigh.
The evening was just comfortably cool, so both women crawled up next to me, and heated my body with the soft warm flesh of their own. They pulled a soft light summer blanket over us and the three of us fell into a deep sleep, nice and snug in the soft big bed.
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When I awoke it was about mid-morning the next day. Both the sisters were gone, but I was delighted to see that Carol's bathrobe was in a chair right beside the bed. I got up and out of bed, put on the bath robe, and with my crutches, headed out into the kitchen.
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There was no sign of Mercy or Carol in the kitchen, so I decided to cook myself some breakfast while I waited for their return.
I fried some bacon and eggs, and put on a pot of coffee, then sat down to a country breakfast.
After I finished my breakfast and a second cup of coffee, I cleaned up the kitchen and washed the dishes.
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I was just finished drying the last dish when I heard a knock at the kitchen door. Thinking it must be Carol or Mercy, I opened the door wide. My assumption was wrong, though, for there standing in front of me was a pretty young red-haired woman in her mid-to-late twenties.
"Well, well, well, what have I found," she said with a twinkle in her pretty blue eyes. "My, don't you look adorable, though?" she smiled.
I realized that she was referring to Carol's pink feminine bathrobe, and I turned beet red with embarrassment.
This only brought a bigger smile to her face and she walked past me into the kitchen. "Carol and Mercy have been holding out on me, I think." She took note of my crutches and said, "Not only a handsome young man, but a helpless one, too. That makes the situation even more sexy."
She stood there admiring me. I knew they like to call this place their mantrap, but I didn't think they would catch such interesting game.
"You see," I stammered, "I broke my leg in an accident and Carole and Mercy volunteered to look after me until I get back on my feet."
"I just bet they did," the young woman said, as she looked me over from head to toe. "I bet you get all the tender loving care that you can possibly handle. Yes, that and a whole lot more."
I felt totally stupid standing there being admired like a prize race horse. I could feel my face turning crimson once more.
She finally showed me some compassion and stuck out her hand, "Hi, my name is Judy. I board my horse here, but we are also the best of friends. I just came out here to exercize my horse by taking a little ride."
I grinned back at her and took her offered hand, "My name is Jimmy, and I'm very pleased to meet you, Judy."
I offered her a cup of coffee. Then we sat down at the kitchen table, right next to each other, and started chatting. Judy had her hair pulled back in a pony tail that made her look like a teenager rather than a mature woman. She had on a white, satin, open-necked blouse that showed just a teasing view of her cleavage. The blouse was tucked into a pair of black, tight riding breeches that showed off her pretty little butt to best advantage. On her feet were a pair of riding boots that came right up to her knees, in the English style, rather then western, with long spiked heels. All in all, she was a beautiful woman.
Judy looked at me admiring her and asked, "Do you like what you see?"
I was a bit embarrassed at being caught staring, "I think you are a stunningly beautiful woman," I said.
Judy broke into a broad smile and said, "Well, what a nice thing to say. You are such a sweet guy, Jimmy, I can see now why Carol and Mercy were so quick to take you in." She started to laugh at the thought of the real reason those two nymphs would take a handsome young guy like Jimmy into their man trap of a home.
I just gave her a sheepish grin in reply.
As we talked, I felt Judy's hand on my knee. And her fingers made little circles on my inner thigh as they slowly crept higher towards their goal. All the while, her lovely blue eyes were looking deep into mine. She was like a bird of prey looking down from the heights, before swooping down and snatching its prey up in its sharp claws.
I'm only a human male, as weak as any other guy. So her circling fingers had the desired effect on me. My cock was growing hard as her hands and fingers moved ever closer to it under my robe.
At last, her fingers reached the mushroom head of my cock and her fingers encircled it and started lightly stroking up and down the shaft.
"I see Mercy and Carol didn't completely wear you out," she murmured. "I do have one vice, Jimmy, that I haven't told you about. Would you like to hear about it, sweetheart?"
I nodded my head dumbly.