Break a Leg and Fall in Love

by Break a Leg

  “Shit! We’re going to get arrested for sure,” Rose said, then the power of Oliver’s fingers on her breasts had her nerves begging for more.

  Kieran’s hands strayed around her hips, playing with her cunt, her clit, her ass. He made no move to pump into her but his cock inside her was huge and hard and felt very, very good.

  “Damn. You’re not wearing a condom. Thank God I got that implant,” Rose muttered as the tension in her belly climbed fast from the teasing, tormenting fingers on her body.

  “It’s okay, I promise you Oliver and I are both clean. And I’m not going to come, you are. I just couldn’t stay out of your sweet cunt for one more minute.”

  Sure enough, the men’s fingers worked devilishly, cranking the heat in her core until Rose was one, single, throbbing nerve ending desperate for release.

  “Come now,” ordered Kieran, pinching her clit. Oliver used his instruction as a signal to pinch both her nipples, and Rose came, biting her lip to keep from screaming with the thrill of the orgasm.

  Kieran quickly slid out of her cunt and tucked his cock back into his swimwear as Oliver patted and soothed Rose down from her high.

  “You’re so hot, I can’t keep my hands off you,” Oliver murmured, running his fingers through her still rippling, wet pussy and kissing the back of her neck.

  “I’ve got the hard on from hell here,” added Kieran. “Are you interested in doing something about it?”

  “Oh, yeah,” said Rose. “I’d be more than happy to fuck you both. But I really don’t want to end today in a police station. How about—”

  “I have the perfect solution,” said Oliver, grabbing her arm and moving fast for the side of the pool. “Come with me.”

  Kieran grabbed their towels to hide an erection that threatened to burst out of his tiny bathers - and quite possibly would have gotten him arrested - while Oliver collected their sandals and hustled them away to the wheelchair bathroom.

  “You’re joking,” gasped Rose as he pushed her inside.

  “Nah. Oliver and I got changed here the first time we came, and there were condoms in the trash, so it gave us ideas.” Kieran waggled an eyebrow in the way that always made her panties dampen. Except that she wasn’t wearing panties, and her thighs were already coated with the honey from her orgasm in the pool and the excitement of fucking her men in a semi-public place.

  Adrenaline was pumping through her and her pussy was clenching again at the thought of having a hot, hard cock back inside so soon. And this time it would be pumping her to a satisfactory conclusion for all of them. Maybe she was insane, but she was so turned on she didn’t care. She peeled herself out of her tankini, then pushed her glasses up higher on her nose and licked her lips as Oliver sat on the facilities and rolled on a condom he’d retrieved from among their clothing.

  He held out his arms to her, and gratefully she sat on his lap and guided his long, fat shaft deep into her hungry, needy pussy.

  “God, you feel good,” she whispered and leaned forward to lick his luscious chest. It tasted slightly of chlorine from the pool, but the hard muscled wall and slightly sweaty taste of him just turned her on even more, and she raised her hips to thrust him even deeper inside her.

  Feeling hot and full inside, she concentrated on licking her way across his chest, flicking the hard, flat discs of his nipples with her tongue, then tracing around his areolas. His nipples became hard points. She sucked them into her mouth, bit them gently, and then returned her focus to his chest.

  Oliver had just the slightest covering of light brown hair on his abdomen, the same color as on his head but a shade lighter than the hair surrounding his cock.

  Interestingly, Kieran’s hair color was almost the same shade of light brown, but his body hair was almost black. His eyes were a dark brown close to black, too, compared to Oliver’s hazel ones.

  And there was Kieran standing beside them, his cock level with her mouth. It was still huge and hard, the head darkened to a deep reddish-purple, indicating his desperate need to come.

  “Let me help you with that,” she said and put an arm around his hips, drawing him closer. She took his shaft gently in one hand, ran her fingernails down the blue vein along the side, and then sucked him deep into her mouth. She relaxed her throat and tipped her head back to take as much of him as possible inside.

  Kieran wrapped one arm around Oliver and the other around Rose, uniting them, then thrust his hips urgently. He hooked a thigh around Rose’s back, his foot resting on Oliver’s hip. Then the three of them got a good rhythm going of Oliver’s cock into Rose’s cunt and Kieran’s cock into her mouth. They were so closely joined together that the simultaneous movements were intensely, powerfully erotic.

  Rose gently massaged Kieran’s balls and felt them drawn up hard and tight. He would come very soon. She twisted her hips hard, then rotated them in figure eights so that Oliver’s cock dragged along her walls, intensifying the pleasure for them both.

  “God, yes,” Oliver whispered, digging his fingers into her hips as he thrust as hard and deep inside as he could.

  Kieran exploded into her mouth, his hot come shooting against the back of her throat.

  Rose swallowed hard, then ran her tongue around the ridge joining the head and shaft of his cock together, encouraging him to spurt again.

  Kieran leaned down and kissed Oliver, a harsh, all-male kiss of raw energy and power that made Rose’s belly clench and her nipples harden to diamond-like points.

  Oliver thrust strongly inside her again and they both came, the carnal sexuality of the men’s kiss more than enough to send Rose over the edge as well as Oliver.

  For a few minutes the three clung together, panting from the intensity of the experience. Then sanity returned, and they remembered they were in a public bathroom and a wheelchair patron could arrive at any moment.

  They raced through showering and dressing; then, with Rose in the middle and a man holding each of her hands, they left the building.

  Chapter Four

  They ate at a small restaurant near Oliver and Kieran’s house where the food was delicious, the service excellent, and the atmosphere friendly. As always when they were together, they talked and laughed and enjoyed themselves greatly.

  “You’ve heard all about my soccer experience and how I broke my leg, but you’ve never said how yours happened. Car accident?” asked Oliver, unconsciously mimicking Rose’s original comment to him just a few days ago.

  “Um. No.” Yet again, Rose’s face turned fiery red, and she looked down at the tablecloth before pushing her glasses up her nose and sighing. “This is really embarrassing. I was cleaning my kitchen floor,” she muttered.

  “What, you slipped because the floor was wet?” said Kieran sympathetically. “That could happen to anyone.”

  “Um. No. I pushed the refrigerator out from the wall to clean behind it, and it overbalanced and landed on my leg.”

  “The refrigerator landed on your leg? Shit! You’re lucky you only broke your femur. You could have smashed half the bones in your body,” gasped Oliver.

  “Yeah, well, I tore a few ligaments and stuff as well, but the hard part was getting the damn thing off my leg so I could phone the paramedics.”

  “How did you?” asked Kieran, entranced at this whole new side of herself Rose was revealing to them.

  “The mop was right beside me because I had planned to clean the floor behind the refrigerator with it, so I used it as a lever and was able to lift the refrigerator and pull my leg out. Hurt like hell, though,” she admitted.

  “I bet it did.” And both men sympathetically squeezed her hands, then deftly turned the conversation to their choices for dessert.

  ****

  Much later that evening when they were cuddled in bed together, Oliver asked, “So, what would you like to do tomorrow? I know we mentioned going on a picnic, but if you’re not into the great outdoors, we could go to the art museum or to a movie. What sort of things do you like to do for re
laxation?”

  “I actually like going for walks, but my leg still hurts if I walk too much, so a picnic that doesn’t involve much walking would be good. Or a movie is fine.”

  “Well, the weather forecast is for a nice day, so let’s do the picnic,” said Kieran. “Oliver and I have a favorite place that’s very pretty with a great view out over the lake. It’s only about a five minute walk from the parking lot. We’ll save the movies for when it rains.”

  ****

  The view over the lake was stunning indeed, with trees in the foreground, then the lake stretching out as far as the eye could see. Another plus was that the parking lot was off a narrow, windy, dirt road, and they didn’t see another vehicle or person once they turned off the highway.

  Oliver and Kieran took their picnics seriously, so they had a huge rug for them all to sit on, a bright, red-checked table cloth to lay on the rug, plates and cutlery, even stemware, and a basket of goodies that seemed never-ending. Cold, roasted chicken and salad were followed by blueberry muffins, then a choice of cheeses and fresh fruit.

  Once they’d eaten, Rose lay back on the rug, holding her tummy. “I can’t move. You may have to roll me back to the car after this meal.”

  “Since we can’t go for a walk to exercise off the calories, we’ll just have to think of something we can do here on the rug instead,” said Kieran with his trademark eyebrow lift.

  “Ya know, I had a feeling you would say something like that! You men are insatiable.” Rose giggled. “But what if someone comes by?”

  “Listen to how quiet it is here. We would hear their car pull up long before they walked down the path,” answered Oliver. He leaned over her and kissed her lips. “Hmm, tasty cheese and a hint of watermelon. Yum!”

  Rose enthusiastically kissed him back, then held out her arms for Kieran to join them.

  The three were in no hurry, and this time their lovemaking was very, very slow and gentle, only gradually increasing in intensity.

  The three kissed for a long time, soft butterfly kisses on faces, hands, and arms, eventually becoming more targeted, deeper, and harder open-mouthed kisses.

  Light touches on skin and over clothing increased in frequency and purpose until hands were sliding under garments, desperate to reach bare skin.

  Finally, the three ended up on their sides in almost a triangle formation, pants around their ankles. Kieran’s head was buried in Rose’s cunt, her mouth stretched around Oliver’s cock, and Oliver enthusiastically sucked Kieran’s cock.

  Kieran’s hands were on Rose’s breasts, touching, teasing, tweaking, and tormenting her nipples. One of his feet was doing similar action to Oliver’s balls.

  “Easy to tell you aren’t recovering from a broken leg,” Oliver managed to gasp.

  Gradually the joking and playing stopped, the tension built, and each concentrated on bringing the others to a climax.

  “Jeez, you have a talented mouth.” Rose complimented Kieran as she slowly came down from her intense orgasm. “You’re both amazing people. That is the best picnic I’ve ever been on.” She turned and kissed both men passionately, tasting each other on their mouths. “Shit, that’s erotic,” she added.

  “Oh yeah,” Oliver replied, running his hands over her breasts and down her sides. “This has been a wonderful day.”

  ****

  The next day, life was not looking so good. Rose received a phone call from the physiotherapist saying he was not happy with her latest MRI. Her leg was not healing as fast as it should be, and she should return for an updated physiotherapy program at two-thirty p.m.

  When she phoned the men to tell them she wouldn’t be at the pool that afternoon, Oliver quickly decided to take the day off too and come with her. Kieran had a business lunch he had to attend, but he promised to be there to meet her when she came out of the physio appointment.

  ****

  “That sadistic bastard. I bet he spent days just thinking up this program to torture me. I’m gonna murder the mother-fucking—”

  Kieran grinned widely as Rose and Oliver stepped out of the elevator, and raised an eyebrow over Rose’s head at Oliver. “Star jumps?” he asked quizzically.

  Oliver held up a thick booklet that looked rather battered. “She threw it in the trash the moment we came out of his office. An hour of intensive, targeted exercises at the gym every day.”

  Trying hard not to laugh, Kieran took Rose’s other arm and spoke soothing nonsense words as she continued to let off steam all the way to the parking lot. But when she had calmed down and he was able to hear from the two of them exactly what the physio had said, it became clear the situation with Rose’s leg really was not a laughing matter. The bone was healing well, but the torn tendons, ligaments, and muscles were not behaving as they should. Rose really did need to pay attention to the exercises in the booklet and work on strengthening her leg. Otherwise, not only would the pain persist, but because she was not standing and walking properly, she could damage her hip.

  So at six-thirty the next morning, Kieran and Oliver frog-marched Rose through the door of the gym, then alternately coaxed, cajoled, and bullied her through the series of exercises the physio had assigned. And Rose sweated and swore her way through the booklet - a booklet the men were careful to keep out of her reach, especially when her language became particularly colorful.

  But by the end of the week, Rose had to admit that although her muscles were tired, her leg was not aching as badly as before and did, in fact, feel a little stronger. She was even able to smile at one of the gym regulars who wanted to know who the “sadistic bastard” was she kept threatening to murder.

  ****

  After a full week of intense physio, they all agreed to take Saturday off and do something fun. Rose was very aware that she was due back at work full time soon, and her fun and games with the men would be greatly curtailed. Oliver would be returning to work a week after her, and Kieran, who had been working reduced hours to help care for Oliver, would be back full time then, too.

  Rose could see this exciting, sexy interlude in her life fast coming to an end. She was going to miss the men. Dreadfully. Not just for the sex, which was truly stupendous, but also for the friendship and the fun times they had simply hanging out together.

  So she was really looking forward to their day off together and keenly anticipating whatever the men had planned for them to do.

  ****

  “A scavenger hunt? Are you serious?”

  “Oh, yeah. This one is huge fun, and it’s not just a college student type of thing. You sign up on the Internet - and I signed the three of us up as a team - then you get eight hours to take photos of as many things on your list as possible. And to prove they’re your photos, not just ones you’ve taken off the web, you have to include your team mascot in every one.”

  “Team mascot?”

  “Yeah. We find out what that is when we sign in to say we are ready to roll on our eight-hour quest.”

  Rose felt a bit like she was at a tennis match, her head flipping from Kieran to Oliver and back to Kieran. But she pushed her glasses up her nose and said, “Okay. I’ll give it a go. What do I have to do?”

  “It’s more needing to be prepared. Bring comfortable walking shoes, a sunhat, and a thick sweater in case of weather changes. I’ll get us a basket of food, and Kieran is packing a box of handy things we might need.”

  “Things we might need?” Now Rose was feeling like an echo but she was still a bit confused.

  “Yeah, you know, bolt cutters—”

  “Bolt cutters?”

  “Oh, honey, he’s teasing you. Spare camera batteries, a flashlight and batteries for it, cell phone charger, stuff like that.”

  “Okay.”

  Rose dressed in her most comfortable jeans and gym shoes, and layers. She wore a T-shirt under a long-sleeved shirt with a jacket and sweater in her bag in case of need. She grabbed sunscreen and a hat, insect repellent, her laptop, a notepad and pens, and a couple bottles of wa
ter. She felt she was as well prepared as she could be for something where she didn’t know what she was doing.

  She was back at Kieran and Oliver’s house in time for them to log on to the Scavenger Hunt site, sign in, and download their list of things to find and photograph in the next eight hours. Their team mascot was a head of broccoli.

  “Broccoli? What kind of a mascot is broccoli?” she asked.

  “The kind we have to go to the grocery store and buy before we can start. Come on.” Kieran grabbed her arm, hauling her out to their SUV, which had been filled with gas and loaded with food, blankets, pillows, and a tub of odds and ends.

  Rose dropped her own bag onto the backseat, slid in the front between Kieran, who was driving, and Oliver, who was taking the first shift as navigator, and they were off.

  It was a day of fun. Some of their targets were easy to find, like a McDonald’s playground slide… well, comparatively easy. The first McDonald’s they stopped at didn’t have a slide. At the second one, they raced into the building, and Rose posed on the slide holding the broccoli in her hands as Kieran snapped a couple of photos.

  Other items were harder to find.

  “A leech? A leech? Where in hell am I supposed to find a leech?”

  “Um, a swamp?” Rose answered Kieran hesitantly.

  “The nearest one is hours away. We haven’t got enough time,” he replied, checking the clock on the dashboard.

  “One of those natural health clinic places will have one,” said Oliver, scrolling through his cell phone. “Look here!”

  They were off again, and this time it was Oliver pictured with a leech sitting on the broccoli stalk.

  After seven hours and fifty-five minutes, they were all exhausted but had achieved one hundred and fifty items on their list. Triumphantly, they emailed their file back to the website with two minutes to spare.

  “That was fun!” said Rose. “So, what do we do now?