2 comments/ 59792 views/ 7 favorites My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 01 By: Many Feathers Standing there naked in a room full of young women, one of which happened to be my wife's younger sister wasn't something I'd ever imagined I'd be doing. Nor could I imagine how I'd gotten here in the first place, the bizarre series of events that had let up to this. Led up to me promising to do this...to stand here jerking myself off in front of Chris, my niece and a room full of her friends. But I digress here. Maybe I should start at the beginning and attempt to explain how I could find myself standing here like this stroking my cock in a room full of young women, most of whose names I had no clue to as to what they were. Shortly after our wedding several years ago now, Darcy's father, my father, tragically passed away. We had planned on moving into a small little apartment, but after her father's death, Darcy and I remained at her parent's place helping out where we could. In time, we eventually found a place of our own within walking distance of where her mother and sister still lived. We had done so, in order that I might periodically continue to help out, and check on the two of them. Plus...it made it a lot easier for Darcy to remain close with both her mother and sister during that period of time. We actually spent more time there than we did at our own place, and it had made me wonder why we'd even bothered getting a place of our own, as all we really did was sleep there. Still...I enjoyed the company of mys. Unlike most perhaps, we both valued the time and friendship we had with them, and it made me feel good to know that I could help out and do things around the house for Darcy's mom, Maxine...things that Fred her husband of course, used to do. It had been a standing running joke that the girls all seemed to come from great stock. Even though she was fifty, Maxine looked ten years younger than that, and even a few times had been mistaken for Darcy's slightly older sister. They did look a lot alike, more so than mother and daughter. That same ageless face, blue eyes, dark lustrous hair that all three women shared. And they had another shared trait as well that never failed to garner my attention, all three women, Chris included, had amazing breasts. Not overly large mind you, but certainly full on their respective frames. The girls all within an inch or two of one another in height at around five foot eight or so, though it was their outgoing bubbly personalities that truly set them apart. Two years later Darcy and I ended up having an interesting conversation that would send things spiraling out of control, and which would lead to my standing in a room full of girls, pleasuring myself while they watched. We had both noticed that Maxine seemed to become more and more withdrawn over the passage of time. Though still friendly and always excited and anxious to see us whenever we came over, I had noticed too that she wasn't taking as good of care of herself, mainly her looks as she once had. She had started to age far more quickly than she should have given the genes she obviously had. Though most of that was due to the late nights, the excess use of alcohol perhaps, though she was far from being considered a drunk. But...things had indeed taken their toll. "I wish there was more that we could do," Darcy continued as we sat at the dinner table at our place, a rarity of late as again we spent five days out of seven over there having dinner. "Mom's just not herself anymore," she said toying with her food rather than eating it. I could see she was truly bothered, though admittedly, so was I. "What about grief counseling? Something like that?" I suggested, though that topic had been brought up once before, with Maxine, or Max as she preferred being called, vetoing that almost immediately. I know, I was there when she said what she had, shocking and surprising me when she did. Another early on sign perhaps that Max wasn't doing nearly as well as everyone had initially assumed. "I don't need to see a shrink...what I need, is a good hard fuck!" She'd stated. Maxine was certainly no prude, and neither had been Fred. I had in fact loved their open candor and frankness with one another, even around the rest of us. They were always "touchy-feely" with one another, something I found refreshing in this day and age. And though she certainly cussed on occasion, though most of the time jokingly so, never in anger...hearing Max say that was just a little outside the norm. "Mother!" Darcy had exclaimed in surprise, though laughing afterwards when she did. "Well? I do! I'm not some little old lady you know Darcy, I still have wants and needs...same as any sexually active woman would. My problem is...all the men my age are already taken, or they're sexually inept!" It's not like Maxine hadn't tried dating, or hadn't gone out with men over the past few months. She had. She'd even stayed out during the night once or twice, never bringing anyone home to spend the night however, something she refused doing. But...each time had been the one and only time with whoever she had met, spent the night with. And then there was usually a long time...a very long time before she'd go out and do something like that again. "The thing is...mom's trying to find someone to replace daddy, but she can't, and probably never will." "Stands to reason," I told my wife. "They were very much in love with one another, obvious by the way they'd tease each other, and flirt with one another even in front of us. And as you said...that was a constant for the two of them when the two of you were growing up." "Yes it was," Darcy agreed...but it goes even deeper than that. Something mom once told me...shared with me, just before you and I got married." "Oh? What was that?" I asked as I began clearing away the dinner dishes. It was obvious Darcy wasn't hungry, having simply sat there pushing her food around her plate without eating much of anything. I came back over to the table pouring us both another glass of wine as Darcy spoke. To my surprise, she was actually blushing a little remembering, though there was also a little tear forming in the corner of her eye as she did so. "I remember the day, shortly before you and I were to be married. Mom and I were sitting down at the breakfast table sharing a cup of coffee. Daddy had already left for his bi-weekly golf outing with his buddies. Chris had spent the night over at her friend's place, leaving just the two of us alone together. Mom decided that it might be a good time for the two of us to have a little chat. Not about the 'birds and bee's' no...hell, we'd had THAT chat years ago. No...she thought it might be a good time to intimately discuss sex, what she felt like made a happy and successful marriage, and wanted to ensure we had the same...same as she and daddy did." "Wow," I said sitting back, wondering where this was going...curiously interested. "So...what did she tell you?" "Wasn't so much what she said, as they way she said it," Darcy said pouring herself another glass of wine, she was obviously nervous, even a little mildly aroused by the looks of it. Her nipples were hard, suddenly pressing against the front of her thin knit tee shirt, alerting me to the fact that she actually was. "Mom told me...that if I was to keep you happy, and if you were to keep me happy, then we needed to make every effort...every single effort humanly possible to please one another, indulge one another's fantasies from time to time, and to never, ever under any circumstances, ever use sex as a means or a way to control one another." "Sound advice," I said smiling. "And so far...working pretty well I might add." Which was true, if there was one thing that I appreciated so much about my wife was the fact, she never said no. Even when I knew she was perhaps a bit more tired than normal, though it had also made me more aware and considerate of the fact when she was. Our sex-life was basically far better than most. I truly had a very sexy, loving wife who had few if any inhibitions in the bedroom...or anywhere else for that matter either. "But the point was...mom said that even if you maybe had something that someone might consider a little 'quirky', that I should do everything in my power to accommodate that...no matter what." "Quirky? What do you mean by quirky?" I had to ask, realizing that her mom had obviously shared something with her. "Well, let's just say in daddy's case...and mom's too as it turned out, he used to masturbate a lot...according to her, every single day, and sometimes twice. And that was in addition to whatever the two of them usually did. So it wasn't like he ran around jerking off all the time because he wasn't getting any...he was. If anything, mom's willingness to enjoy sex the way they did...kept him constantly aroused. The thing was...she liked it. Liked that he did, and came to encourage him to continue to do so. For her...as often as he liked, whenever, and wherever he liked...which again, was often." I actually laughed, though thankfully so did Darcy. "I think I almost caught daddy doing that once or twice growing up, but he was always pretty good at concealing it quickly even if he had been, but there had been a time or two, when I had heard the two of them laughing about it later. So it wasn't as though he was doing it, or trying to hide the fact that he had been, not from mom anyway. And that's of course when she told me how much it had stimulated the two of them, kept things romantically entertaining and exciting between them. Mom had gotten to the point where even she called it, "Her daily fix," needing...wanting...to watch daddy jerking off. They had even made a point at least twice a week to just sit there and watch one another doing it. Not even having sex, though very often she said it eventually led to that. But usually...most of the time anyway, they just did that. Watched one another, enjoyed it when they did. Mom admitted to me that she'd come to view daddy's masturbation, and her own as one of the most erotic, thrilling...and now necessary aspects of their marriage. After daddy's death, she even told me how much she missed that, and how hard it was for her not seeing that, not sharing that with him again." I didn't know what to say. Obviously there wasn't much I could say, or do for that matter. But at least now I had a much better understanding over my wife's concern for her mom. Going from feast to famine as it were, hadn't been easy. "So...what can we do?" I asked not expecting for either one of us to come up with any sort of a solution, after all...Max had tried dating, so far...without much success. And it was obviously taking an emotional toll on her, especially lately. "I was hoping you'd ask me that...I've been thinking about something, something we could do...but I don't want you looking at me cross-eyed when I do, and at least hear me out first before you say...or do anything." At the moment...I had no clue what she had in mind. And sat there mouth agape as she laid it out for me. Certainly she wasn't being serious...or was she? ** "Honey, as much as I love your mom...and you know that I do, I can't imagine doing that in the first place...shit baby, she'd probably kill me...and then you if she ever found out you put me up to it! What makes you think she'd even enjoy that in the first place? I'm not your dad." "No...but you do have a really nice dick. And yes...if you want to know, I've even gone so far as to describe it to mom, you know...back when we were dating, when mom's and daughter's...well at least us anyway, share that kind of information with one another. Even mom said, it sounded like you and daddy were pretty much the same size and shape all things considered." "Jesus Darcy...but me? Jerking off in front of your mom? How the hell do we do that anyway and not let her know I was doing it on purpose, or that you and I had planned it, just so she could catch me doing it. And what if? What if when she does...it's not a turn on for her, but disgusts her instead? What then? I love your mom, your family. And the last thing I want to do is jeopardize any of that!" "You won't. I know mom. She wouldn't look at it or see it that way. And you know that too. Mom's always had an open-mind with regards to sex. I am sure she wouldn't see it as something perverse or disgusting at all. You're already forgetting Jack, mom loved watching dad do that, and loved doing that for him as well. I happen to know, she still masturbates herself from time to time, though perhaps not nearly as much as she used to do, or probably should. But she does, because we talked about that a short time ago too, when I was wondering what it was she was doing for relief, when she obviously hadn't been out dating for a while. So I know that she does...but let's face it, even that only goes a short way, not when you don't have much of any other visual stimulations, or fantasies to draw from." "Yeah but honey...maybe I'm not exactly the best fantasy for your mother. What makes you think she'd even get off on something like that? Excited by that?" "Because baby...we're going to make it personal for her...and see that she does!" ** Ok...I know, you're sitting here asking yourself, "but how the hell did he get from there...to here?" Trust me...I'm getting to that. But it's complicated, and a long story, so bare with me. As strange as my wife's request for me was, especially as she began laying it all out...it took on a life of its own, as you'll soon see. So...be patient. ** Ever since Darcy and I had officially moved out, it had been her mother's intention to turn Darcy's old bedroom into a personal sewing room for herself. Something she could truly spread out in, and far better organize than where she was now. Though she now had plenty of income and money to live off, after the insurance and all had been paid out, the last thing Maxine needed, or wanted to do, was lay around the house doing nothing. She'd always been a really good seamstress, and as such...still had several clients that came to her with minor repairs jobs, sewing needs, and on more than one occasion, dresses for the prom, or even one or two wedding dresses. She enjoyed doing that, and more importantly, it kept her busy and kept her occupied doing something she truly loved doing. I'd been involved helping out with a bit of the remodeling, extra built in shelves, cabinets, that sort of thing, likewise getting ready to paint. It had been a part-time though steady project, that was slowly getting there. Though thankfully, Maxine wasn't in any rush to get it done so it seemed. I think...she just enjoyed having me there, keeping her company as the two of us slowly...yet methodically, worked on the room together. And on some few occasions, with Darcy and Chris as well, helping us out. I sat listening to my wife's plan. Obviously...she'd been thinking this through for a while, once again a surprise to me as she'd never mentioned, nor even hinted at anything like this before. It became evident that she had been...working out all the little details in her mind, after which, it would be simply a matter of timing before it could be put into effect. Well...the time had come. It was now or never, so it seemed. We were close to finishing the room off for one thing. And for another, it also required that Chris be away for the afternoon...a critical ingredient as the last thing either of us wanted or desired, was to have Chris inadvertently showing up or something, and thus ruining whatever plans that we had. Strange as they already were. The thing was...Chris was going to be away at a sorority party that evening. One that she was seriously considering in joining. A couple of her very best friends were also being considered, so it was very important to her that she also attend. A while back, Darcy had found some material she really liked for a nice summer dress, but had purposely not gotten quite enough material in order to have her mother make it for her. Something she had again thought of well enough in advance as part of her plan. The idea was, to drag her mom off with her to the fabric shop on the pretense of either getting more and enough to complete the dress, or baring the fact they might be out of that particular pattern entirely, in picking out something else together. Something Darcy knew her mother would thoroughly enjoy doing. The thing was...she would purposely leave that material in the room where I would be supposedly working, having inadvertently forgotten it. Realizing that she had, she would then turn the car around, head back, and somehow convince her mother into coming back in and retrieving it. When she did...she would find me standing there in that room jerking off. But more importantly, even when doing that, actually catching me...seeing me, I'd be using a pair of her mother's own panties while doing that. Yeah...something else that had come out of our previous discussion. You see...the quirk wasn't her dad jerking off all the time, it was the fact that he always did so...pleasuring himself with a pair of Maxine's panties. Needless to say, that's what Darcy wanted me to do, to more "personalize it" if you were, for her. So not only would she see me, catch me, she would have to realize, I was doing it...thinking about her while I was. "So...what's the whole point of this you ask?" Well, according to Darcy, she felt that it would most certainly lift her mother's spirits up for one thing, a bit of flattery if you will. She felt that knowing her mother as well as she thought she did, she might at first indeed be a bit embarrassed, no doubt surprised...but in reality, flattered that she had caught me...Darcy's husband, wanking off, while thinking about her. A simple one time, naughty little gesture. Just something quick and easy, something to stimulate, to offer her mom some form of reassurance that she was still sexy, still attractive, and still jerk off material. Ok, so I decided to go along with that, just hoping Maxine wouldn't hit me upside the head with a rolling pin or something. And though I figured at worst she might yell at me, or just scream and turn and thus run out the door, I also figured Darcy would be able to calm her down in the event that she did. She even said, if she had too...she'd confess to her mother that she'd actually set it all up if things went from bad to worse because of it. I still wasn't convinced however that this was the smart thing to do. Maybe she was right, maybe Maxine wouldn't be too horribly upset at walking in on me, finding me standing there beating off. But...what if she DID take offense to my doing so, while using a pair of her own dirty panties? What then? What if because of that...she saw me in an entirely different light, and not a good one? Would she even tell Darcy about it? Discuss it with her? Or with me?" There were too many unknowns, and so many things that could go wrong if we actually went through with it. But as Darcy slipped out of her chair, and then her clothes, and then proceeded to give me one of her world-class blowjobs, all thoughts of not doing this for her simply flew out the window. "Ok, ok...you win. I'll do it. But don't say I didn't warn you," I told her. "In case anything should go wrong." "What could possibly go wrong?" My wife asked as she finished slurping down what had felt like a gallon of cream as it poured out into her mouth. She sat licking her lips, smiling up at me. "Famous last words," I responded back. ** So far at least, everything seemed to be going according to plan. Though I for one was nervous as hell, especially knowing that I would soon be sneaking into my mothers bathroom, digging through her hamper for hopefully a pair of her dirty panties. And then finding something she would instantly recognize as being her own, freshly worn...and obviously soiled, that I would then be discovered using...jerking off into when she eventually caught me. My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 01 "What then?" I still asked myself wondering. I turned looking at the material that Darcy had left behind, sitting on top of an old work desk as though in her haste, she had inadvertently left it there. Hearing the car pull out of the drive, I knew I had no more than ten minutes to run in, retrieve a pair of my mothers panties, and then strip down entirely, and begin jerking off with them. With my heart racing, I soon found myself rummaging through her hamper, and quickly located a pair that I figured would suit my purposes, though finding when I did, to actually be aroused when I considered what it was I was about to do. And...it was interesting to note, Maxine still wore what appeared to be a moderate looking thong, so they weren't even panties really. Black in color, sexy as hell looking, which actually prompted me to begin getting an erection! I raced back into the sewing room with them, undressed as I'd been asked to do, and slowly began stroking my cock with her mother's panties. What I discovered much to my surprise, was how good it felt, standing there doing that. I enjoyed the sensation of the material as it slipped up and down my cock, even taking a moment to then hold them up to my nose, smelling them. Sure enough, the musky scent of her pussy remained, and I inhaled it deeply. The thought that I was actually smelling my mothers cunt smell seemed to send a spark of lusty desire straight down into my balls. My cock swelling to complete and full firmness, a small dewdrop of pre-cum fuck juice even then leaking out of the tip of my cock. I captured that with her panties, once again stroking myself, and found that I had forgotten all about her mother's soon expected arrival as I stood there doing that. Maybe the fact that I actually was lost in thought, that I was hard as hell, and well given over to doing this when Maxine came into the room, was what helped convince her this wasn't set up...was for real, and that her son was in fact about to shoot a thick juicy load into her panties. What she said was: "Just what the fuck are you doing?" The thing was, the timing couldn't have been any more perfect...or more worse, depending on how you looked at it. Like I said, I had actually been enjoying this, finding myself actually aroused, so much so...that when the first familiar tingle deep down inside my balls began, it was already too late to keep things from pursuing their natural course. Not even the sound of my mothers voice as she said that. I jumped, turning, startled actually...looking towards her, and just as I did, my prick released. An enormous jettison of spunk that shot out of the end of my dick easily squirting several feet across the room, almost directly towards her. She actually looked down, watching it fall, watching the first, and then the second one splatter somewhere near her feet. I know there was more that followed as I stood there, but by now our eyes had finally locked on one another, so I never really felt the rest of it as my dick all on its own accord, finished emptying itself out. "We should be back in about an hour," she stated almost indignantly. "By the time I return, I expect to see this room partially taped up and ready for trimming. You will have by then left a note, indicating that you've run out of tape and have gone down to the hardware store in order to buy more. I will meet you there in the parking lot after that. You and I are going to have a little chat." With that, she turned, and then turned once again back towards me as I stood there with my still drooling, dripping cock...and her panties in hand. "And please, make sure you put those back where you found them," she stated. And with that...she was gone. "Fuck! I knew it! I fucking knew it!" I literally yelled out loud. "Now she thinks I really am some sort of a twisted pervert!" ** There was no way of course to tell Darcy what had happened, at least not until I'd returned later from the hardware store after first meeting her mother. But by then, the damage would have been done, and it would already be too late except for to take whatever it was I had coming to me, and then hope that somehow later on, Darcy might somehow find a way of making this right again with her mom. "Yeah...good luck with that," I thought. I scampered back into her room tossing her panties back in the hamper, and then dashed back into the sewing room. I looked down, seeing the tracings of my orgasm still streaking the floor, and hurriedly cleaned all that up as well before tearing into the room, getting about half of it done before I realized time had run out on me. I needed to leave now if I was to be out of here before they got back, and then just as she'd asked...wait there in the parking lot and face whatever wrath awaited for me after that. I was there all of fifteen minutes when I saw Maxine's car pull into the lot. I had purposely chosen a space where no one else was apt to park, and sure enough she pulled in next to me just sitting there for a moment glaring at me through the window of her car. Finally she motioned towards her door. I got out, reached for the door handle on the passenger side of her car and climbed in. "Maxine...listen," "No...you listen," she said though the fire I'd heard earlier in her tone of voice had softened just a little. I shut my mouth, prepared to accept and take whatever chastisement she had for me. Figuring that at the very least, I would again later talk to Darcy, telling her what had happened, and then hopefully she would at some point smooth things over with her mom. "You are going to make me a promise...here and now," she began. "Whatever you want...I promise..." "Shut up Jack, hear me out," that tone was back, so I closed my mouth, the hairs on the back of my neck sticking up. I truly had never seen her like this before, not even once. Her face was flushed, her voice odd sounding as she continued. "Promise me you'll never...ever mention a word of this to Darcy. Not one word!" "I promise," I assured her, but her look told me she wasn't through yet, and that I was once again interrupting her. "I love my daughter." "I know you do." That look again. I zippered shut, determined not to utter a single solitary word again...no matter what. "But it's been a long time..." she paused her voice softening, that look in her eyes smoldering now...not angry, which frankly confused the hell out of me. Especially when she suddenly reached down and pulled the almost too tight fitting tee shirt she had on up and over her head. You could have knocked me over with a feather. ** "Take out your cock." I think I was still trying to regain my senses. I mean after all, here we were sitting in the parking lot, albeit the back of the lot behind a very busy hardware store. And my mother had just taken off her top. Whether she had left home having first removed her bra, or had done so while driving even, I had no clue. But, there she was...tits bare, sitting there in her seat all but demanding I show her my cock again. My mind was a whirlwind of total confusion. And interestingly enough, I still wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some weird, bizarre form of punishment either, as strange as that sounds. For all I knew, she was about to scream out that I was accosting her there or something while out in the parking lot to some passerby coming out to his or her car. I unbuckled my belt, unzipping. "Hurry up Jack, let me see it. Take off your pants...down to your ankles at least." I now had thoughts of her telling me to get out of the car like this, half expecting her to have me do so. And then I realized she was smiling. "Darcy was right...you are similar," she sighed pleasurably to herself, one hand suddenly coming up, cupping and now fondling her breast. "Stroke it...make it hard for me, let me see it hard Jack." I slunk down in my seat just a little, looking about, ensuring that no one would be close enough in coming out to see us. So far...we were well enough and far away from anyone else's car that I actually felt pretty confident as I sat there now firmly stroking my cock. "Very nice," she hotly moaned watching me doing that, and then shifted in her seat facing towards me. She'd been wearing a skirt, still was...but as she turned, likewise opening her legs, I realized what I was now looking at. Her bare...and I mean bare...pussy. Reaching down, she slipped her hand between her legs, stuck a finger in, and then two...slowly thrusting them in and out of herself for a moment. Seconds later she withdrew her fingers, and then much to my surprise, held them towards me. "This what you were sniffing earlier?" She asked. "This the cunt stink you were seeking while you were jerking yourself off into my cum-stained, cum-filled panties? They were you know...I remember wearing them, the black ones. The same ones you were jerking off with. You didn't know it Jack, but yesterday evening when you came over to mow the lawn just like you always do? Well...I stood there in my bedroom, watching you through the window. Jealous of my own daughter, jealous because she now has the kind of life and marriage that I used to have. And there you were, almost naked, mowing the lawn, and I remembered what she once told me about your cock, what it looked like when it was hard, how it felt inside her when the two of you made love. When you fucked..." she corrected obviously preferring the more decadent sounding words. "And so I stood there Jack, finger-fucking myself, fantasizing, thinking about you, wishing I could see that hard sweet cock of yours, if only once. And then low and behold..." I don't think Darcy had any idea that something like this could happen. I know I sure as hell didn't. And now...here I was, sitting in the front seat of my mothers car, jerking off, watching her as she in turn finger-fucked herself. Oh yeah...how the hell was I now going to be able to explain this one to her? But then Maxine's reminder, her promise that she made me give came flying right back at me again. "Remember Jack, not one word. Not ever! If any of this...and I mean any of this ever gets back to Darcy, I will never, ever speak to you again, and you will never, ever again be welcome inside my house again either. Are we clear on that?" This time I did speak. "I promise. I will never ever say a word about this to her, ever." Once again she smiled, nodding her head. "Good...now that we're in agreement on that, let me see you come again Jack. Please. That was so fucking hot the last time!" ** Yeah I know...I know. I'm getting there. But like I said, things just sort of seemed to go from bad to worse. ** At Maxine's request, she soon had me spurting another good-sized load all over her tits, and then after that, telling me to rub it all into them. So now...here I was, actually fondling my mothers breasts, her lovely...firm, full breasts. Something that I was pretty sure even Darcy wouldn't have been too happy with. However, here I was, doing just that, and enjoying it too. I mean after all, hadn't it been my wife's fault that I was now in the mess that I was? Wasn't it? And to top it all off, after I had done that, played with her boobs, finally sitting back, I had then watched her...once again at her request, as she fingered herself off, watching...listening, hearing her climax. Listening to the wet succulent sounds her pussy was making as she played in her own juices, frigging her clit, still twisting and teasing her nipples as I sat there watching her. God she came hard, even squirting a little, which was a totally unexpected surprise. Darcy had of course never mentioned that part, though perhaps she didn't know. Something else of course, I sure as hell wasn't going to mention to her either. And especially now as I had actually made a promise. "Remember now...not a word." "Not one word. I promise." "Not ever!" "Not ever!" "Darcy's working in the floral shop tomorrow yes?" "Yes she is." "Good... tomorrow when you come over to work on the room again, I'll have something waiting for you." "Waiting for me?" "Yeah...you did put them back right?" "Them?" "My panties Jack...my cum stained, cum filled, cum pussy juiced panties...the black ones." "Oh yeah...those. Ah yeah...I did, just like you asked." "Good, because tomorrow, I want to see you finish up with them the way you started today before I so rudely interrupted you." "Holy shit!" I said to myself. "What the hell have I gotten myself into?" "Alright, see you at home later...you and Darcy are staying for dinner tonight yes?" I found my voice...though even then it took a moment. "Ah yes...yes we are." "Ok, well...time to be off then. Though do me a favor, sit here for another ten minutes at least before you leave, no sense pulling up at the exact same time, or Darcy might get suspicious." "Oh yeah...good point, I won't. I mean...I'll stay here. Ten minutes. And then leave." Maxine laughed. "Settle down Jack, don't be so nervous. Just as long as none of this ever gets out, you and I can continue to have a little fun together once in a while. So take it easy, collect yourself...relax. I'll see you back at home." "Home!" I thought. Wishing I had stayed there. ** "So? What the hell happened?" I knew she'd be waiting for me, anxious to hear how things had gone, what had happened, though she said when her mom returned to the car, she simply acted like her usual old self. There was nothing in her mother's demeanor to suggest otherwise. "Nothing happened." "Nothing happened?" "No nothing...I chickened out." "Jesus Jack...you promised!" I had to think about that. "No I didn't, I said I'd do it...I didn't promise I'd do it," though once again I stood there wondering if maybe I had promised, would one promise thus take precedence over another promise thus voiding that one? At the moment however, it didn't matter anymore either way. I had now made an actual promise I could see no way of breaking. Not without bringing down this entire situation around my head. Bad enough where I was standing at now. "Shit," she said again thinking to herself. "Well...hell. We're just going to have to find another opportunity, another way then," she said pacing the room lost in deep thought. "Listen Darcy...maybe..." "Shut up Jack, let me think. I think I have another idea." "God help me I thought." ** What she came up with was even more bizarre than her last idea had been. There was no fucking way we could pull this off, not without Maxine wondering about it by my way of thinking...especially now with things where they now really were between Maxine and I. But I sure as hell couldn't mention that to Darcy now either. All I could do was go along for the moment, hope to hell things just wouldn't work out the way she had planned, and hopefully...eventually...convince her to give up on the notion. Maybe she would see some improvement in her mother's attitude, that sudden smile on her face. All I could do was hope that perhaps Maxine would pass it off as having met someone, in which case perhaps Darcy would let this drop. Though for me of course, I would then have an entirely different problem to deal with. Maxine. We sat down and enjoyed a very delightful dinner together, a most pleasant one in fact. Right up until the time that Darcy began clearing away the dinner dishes, when Maxine lifted one side of the same fucking tee shirt she was wearing to reveal the fact, she still wasn't wearing a bra. Not to mention the fact...I could see the almost salt-crystal like dried caking of my afternoon spending still clinging to a goodly portion of her breast. "So dear...what time are you expected into the shop tomorrow?" Maxine asked. "Around nine, nine-thirty, why do you ask?" "Oh, was just wondering then if Jack would be getting up early too, I'd like to get a nice early start on the room again, finish up where we'd left off earlier today," she told her daughter though her eyes had remained glued on me the entire time she had said that. "Holy fucking shit," I sighed quietly to myself. What a fucking mess this was. ** Which were pretty much the same words I was still thinking as I stood there, slow stroking my cock, while Chris, my own niece, two of her closest friends, and a handful of other young women sat around looking at me, watching me as I stood there jacking myself off in front of them. How the hell did I end up here in the first place? I asked myself once again, still looking back, still trying to see where things could have changed direction somehow, and not had me sitting...or rather standing where I was now. It was my own fucking fault...and now there wasn't a damn thing I could do about it, except for of course, jerking myself off. To be continued... My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 02 The morning had started off typically enough. Darcy and I had driven over to her mother's place for a quick early breakfast. Maxine had called us earlier asking if she could drive Darcy to the floral shop as Chris had stated the need to use her car to run some much needed errands. Once again, it wasn't unusual that we did that and had readily agreed. The one thing about Darcy's younger sister Chris that drove me absolutely nuts was the fact she dressed...or rather undressed so provocatively around the house whenever she was there. This morning was no exception as Darcy and I walked in, the smell of fresh baked rolls, scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee waiting for us when we did. By now, the sight of Chris wandering about in little more than a white "wife-beater" tank top that looked painted on, and a pair of panties which most of the time barely even covered her ass was an almost normal occurrence to see her wearing first thing in the morning. And as usual, I always tried to avert my eyes and keep anyone from realizing I had ever checked her out. It was hard not to however, especially when her usually braless breasts with hard stiff nipples stood staring at me whenever I looked up. Just like they were now as Chris scooted back in her chair standing up. "Refills?" She asked heading back towards the kitchen counter, her tight twin ass cheeks winking at me as she crossed the room. "Yes, please," Maxine said holding up her cup as Chris made the rounds filling everyone's coffee. She filled mine as well, leaning slightly over my shoulder in order to do so. I felt the graze of her breast just barely caress my shoulder as she did. It's not the first time that had happened, and had been the topic of conversation in the past between Darcy and me. We both knew Chris enjoyed teasing me, though she appeared to do so innocently enough. Knowing full well it wasn't going anywhere, but she tended to make a habit out of doing that just for the hell of it. "Why don't you just stick one in his mouth?" Darcy said dead-faced, not at all angry or upset with her sister, they had gotten well past that stage. Now it was more of a running joke between the two of them...and me the joke, whenever Chris purposely did anything like this. And as usual, Chris just laughed it off, retaking her seat moments later but I again noticed her nipples if anything where even more prominent and harder than they'd been a moment before. "I don't know what all the fascination with breasts is anyway," she said forking a mouthful of eggs. "We all have them, not like he hasn't seen them before anyway...you, mom and I are pretty much the same size, so like I said, seen one pair...seen 'em all!" Even Maxine laughed at that. "Maybe you two look similar now, Darcy's still young enough that I'm sure her boobs are still a bit perky, fuller...but not mine. Especially at my age, gravity and all," she said looking down at herself. And of course when doing that, forcing my attention towards her. Maxine as usual sat in her robe, and as I had also learned a time or two, with very little on underneath it. Even as she sat there now, I could clearly see the hint of her cleavage peeking through the opening of her robe. Now even my wife was getting into it, enjoying my sudden discomfort as the conversation got a bit more risqué, though I think she along with her sister where enjoying this at my expense. "Let see mom," Darcy quipped surprising me, though I now had a pretty good reason as to why she might even suggest this. It certainly hadn't been planned, but Darcy had decided to use her sister's inadvertent teasing to her own purposes and advantage. "What?" "Oh come on...not like Jack hasn't seen your tits before," Darcy joked. "I've seen him looking down the front of that robe you're wearing enough times, so not like he hasn't." Maxine looked towards me, my face beet red. I had of course, but up until now it hadn't become the topic of conversation it now was. "He doesn't want to see these old boobs," she said looking at me, though her eyes were already hinting at the fact that I obviously had enjoyed seeing them...even coming on them in fact, giving me a quick brief secretive wink when she did so. All the chatter of course had been just that, no one had any intention of actually showing me their boobs, with the exception of Chris of course, who might just as well have. The tank top she had on molding her own large breasts quite revealingly, the curvature of each easily seen, not counting or including the dark coloration of her large nipples pressing against the front of it...still hard and erect. "Wow...I need to get moving!" Chris suddenly exclaimed looking up at the clock. "I told Rachel I'd meet her by nine at the mall!" She exclaimed, and then hurriedly ran down the stairs to her room in order to dress. "I probably should get dressed as well," Maxine announced likewise pushing away from the table, though addressing me when she did. "Let me show you something in the sewing room that I've been thinking about adding," Maxine stated. "See what you think before I get dressed." I nodded, standing as Darcy began clearing away the breakfast dishes intending to wash them while her mom dressed and while I followed her up the stairs to check out this new idea she had. "What do you want to add now? Or change?" I asked as we climbed the stairs up to the second floor, and then down the hall towards the sewing room, which was just across the hall from her room. "Actually...I don't want to change anything," she grinned mischievously. "But I did want to tell you what I was hoping you're planning on doing for me," she grinned. By now, I had a pretty good idea what that was of course, and had been half expecting it. "Remember what we talked about?" I nodded my head yes. We now stood in the doorway of her sewing room, and as I turned to look at her, I noticed she had undone the sash on her bathrobe allowing it to fall completely open. Not unexpectedly, she was entirely naked beneath it. Contrary to popular belief and earlier discussion, Maxine's large full breasts were indeed still very beautiful. Maybe they didn't sit up off her ribcage as high as they once did, like Chris's most likely did...but they were indeed damn fucking gorgeous. I felt my cock actually twitch in recognition of that, though I again also realized I shouldn't be standing here doing this either. "I shouldn't be gone any longer than an hour. After I drop your wife off at the shop I'll head straight back here. What I want to see...expect to see when I do, is you standing here just like you were yesterday. I want to walk in just like I did before, see you standing here...naked, stroking yourself off. Oh yeah...and with my panties. I've left some new ones for you to abuse yourself with," she chuckled hotly. "You'll know where they'll be." She turned then heading into her room to dress, leaving me there with a partial erection already. I knew of course, I'd do exactly as she'd asked me to do, still trying to figure out how the hell I had gotten myself into this mess, but now actually starting to like the fact that I was. I mean after all, it wasn't all that bad now was it? Just jerking off for her while she watched? Wasn't that bad of a thing to do...not that decadent, and besides...in a way, I really did have my wife's permission to actually do that. Didn't I?" ** I began work on the room though checking the time. When I was fairly sure that Maxine would be returning any moment now, I went back into her bathroom. Sure enough, she'd placed a new pair of panties for me right there on top. Red ones this time, a bit more silky feeling as I picked them out, already imagining what they actually might feel like as I stood there stroking my cock with them when she came in. I quickly left heading back into the sewing room, undressed and stood there waiting for the sound of her car to pull into the driveway. Sure enough, I did...and then just as she'd asked, I proceeded to stand there slowly stroking my cock, amazed to find I was as aroused as I was. I lifted Maxine's panties up to my face, I could smell her...smell her musky aroma, it was intoxicating, and immediately sent a nice pleasured jolt down to my cock. "Just what the hell do you think you're doing?" It was de'ja'vu. Only this time...it wasn't Maxine's voice that I'd heard. It was Chris's! I spun facing her, my hand still on my prick, though I managed to tear her mother's panties away from my face...already too late of course as she stood there wide-eyed gawking at me with the most surprised look I'd ever seen. That look however soon turning into a more curious...interesting one as she then turned her eyes down between my legs. "Darcy wasn't kidding...you really do have a gorgeous cock!" She stated. "Listen Chris...I can explain," I began already knowing I couldn't. How the hell could I reasonably explain to her what I was standing here doing...but I had to try. But then I had heard her words, only then registering. "Is that all the three of you do? Sit around and discuss my cock?" "Lately...yes," she laughed still looking at it, though now she walked into the room closing the distance between us a bit uncomfortably. "Before now however, all I could do was wonder what it actually looked like, now I know!" She grinned her hand coming out before I could react, grabbing it. "Shit! Fuck! Chris!" I said dancing away forcing her to release me. "What are you doing?" "No...the question remains, what are you doing?" I hadn't realized it, but as I attempted to move back and away from her, she'd managed in the mean time to grab her mother's panties out of my hand, now twirling them around on her finger in front of me. "With these?" She then added leering at me. "And how many times have you done this anyway?" She continued to press, though at the moment...words failed me. "Ever...jerked off with any of mine? Would I find any of my panties missing perhaps? Or at least all crusty, sticky with your semen?" She asked once again stepping closer towards me, now damn near having me cornered and unable to retreat against the windowsill. Which is about the time we both heard another car pulling up into the driveway. "Fuck! Maxine!" I stammered out, just managing to grab the panties back and away from Chris as she turned towards the sound. Rushing past Chris I sprinted across the hallway, once again heading into Maxine's bathroom where I immediately replaced her panties, and then back into the sewing room again, where Chris continued to stand there laughing at me. "Oh this is too good!" She giggled. "Please...Chris, please, don't...don't say anything, don't mention this...please!" I begged as I hurriedly dressed again. "Ok...I won't, provided later on, you do something for me." "What? Ok...anything, whatever you want, just please...please don't say anything about seeing me like this." "Promise?" I should have known better, but as I could now hear footsteps coming up the stairs, I didn't have time to think it through before agreeing to that. "Ok, I promise!" Chris smiled. "I'll collect later then," she added, and then turned just as Maxine entered the room. "Hi mom!" I had bent over now kneeling on the floor smoothing out some more tape along the floorboards trying to act as though I'd been doing that the entire time. Only glancing over and up briefly towards Maxine as she gave me a curious inquiring look, though speaking to her daughter instead. "Thought you were meeting Rachel at the mall." "I was...but then half way over there she called me, said she couldn't make it after all. Figured there was no sense going there all by myself, so I came home again. Anyway...thought I'd come up and see if Jack needed a hand doing anything," she smiled demurely, and then turned to look at me with a lusty grin on her face. "Looks like he's about ready to start painting, figured I might as well help. I'll ah...go put some painting clothes on and come back," she said slipping past her mother out the door and then headed downstairs again. Maxine and I stood listening to her leave before turning to me. "Damn...shitty timing huh?" "You might could say that," I said without telling her why. ** As it appeared we couldn't do much but paint the room now, Maxine too went into her room in order to change into something she could likewise paint in. Chris returned moments later, ready to "lend a hand" as she said, giggling softly as she reached down cupping my cock through my cut-off jeans. "Jesus Chris...your mom!" I whispered softly once again pulling away from her nervously glancing towards the door. "This...is going to be interesting," she said as she walked over and began putting on one of the new rollers I had purchased onto the handle she'd picked up. Interesting was right. She didn't look much different than she had this morning. She had chosen as painting attire, a pair of worn out cut off jeans that had more holes in them than material remaining. Most, if not all of her ass was sticking out the bottoms of them, if not through a fairly large hole on the left side of her ass. Even worse however, was the cut off tee she was now wearing as well, barely covering the bottom portion of her once again braless breasts, which she'd proven out to be as she leaned over when picking up the roller. Both breasts stood dangling there momentarily as she did that. "Well...where would you like me to begin? Up here?" She asked reaching towards the ceiling, and of course while doing so...both of her tits immediately popped out from beneath the tee she was wearing. Which was also of course when Maxine once again came walking in. "Maybe you should do around the baseboards," Maxine suggested, though she at least didn't comment on her daughter's obviously exposed breasts. "Leave the ceiling for Jack to do...he has longer arms than either you or I do," she stated. The thing was...Maxine was almost as bad as her daughter in her appearance. Not quite...but all most! Maxine too had an old pair of shorts on, not nearly as short of course as her daughters were...but she had also put on an old dress shirt, most likely one of Fred's. She'd tied the front of it in a knot just below her breasts, both of which were threatening to force the buttons to pop off, obviously braless as well as evidenced by the deeper than normal cleavage I was staring at. Tearing my eyes away from her, and from Chris as well, I was determined to focus my attention on painting the room. If I didn't...I'd soon be in obvious trouble and unable to hide it when I was. Little did I realize this was going to turn into a titty-teasing fest of unbelievable proportions! As small as the room was, it soon grew to be uncomfortably hot, especially with the window open, as we needed to do that in order to air the room out some. That, or be overcome with the paint fumes. The problem was...with three of us working together side by side, the heat of the day...it grew uncomfortably warm, and before long, the three of us were actually sweating profusely. I obviously had one distinct advantage. I could at least remove my shirt, which I now did, so I was at least a bit cooler than the two of them. "Fuck this!" Chris said. "I'm taking mine off too! It's too damn hot in here!" And then just like that...she did. Maxine looked as though she were about to say something, but Chris cut her off, perhaps making her rethink her concern. "Oh for hells sakes mom...like we were talking about earlier, he's seen enough of both of us before now, what difference does it really make anyway? They're just boobs after all. And I sure as hell am not going to stand here and sweat to death when I can at least be a bit more comfortable!" To my surprise, Maxine laughed, and then began working on the small knot keeping the front of her shirt tied together. "She's right...what difference does it make anyway? We're all adults here...and not like you haven't seen tits before...so why not?" Suddenly I was standing there looking at two naked pairs of breasts as the two of them began painting again. The problem for me was...I was starting to get hard again, and had no way in hell of trying to hide the fact that I was. And worse...as only moments later, wearing a tight pair of cut off jeans, I was far more than just a little uncomfortable because of it. It was downright...painful! And...to make matters even worse than they already were, it was clearly obvious as well, which Chris managed to dutifully point out. "Jack's got a woody!" She snickered looking over towards me. "How the hell can you paint like that? Doesn't it hurt?" Perhaps it was indeed the pained expression on my face that gave truth to that. It did...almost more than I could actually bear in fact. "Maybe...you really should take care of that," Maxine said in a voice that sounded more far away, than she'd intended to voice. Almost breathless as she spoke. "Yeah...right," I answered back attempting to roll the wall again, though all that did was put additional strain on my prick as it pressed against the front of my jeans, nearly bending me over. "No...seriously Jack, you could injure it...your, your ah...self if you let it stay that way." As strange as it may sound, I realized they were probably right. Yeah weird perhaps...taking a 'jerk-off' break here, but maybe that was just what the doctor ordered. However the problem now was, apparently, neither one of them wanted me to go elsewhere in order to do that. "Go on Jack, do it...we won't say anything will we Chris?" Maxine said looking at her daughter, to which Chris's eyes opened wide in understanding of what her mother had just then suggested. "No...we won't. And I agree Jack, you should, go ahead...take care of it before you really do, do something to hurt yourself. Just imagine how upset and angry Darcy would be...if you did." "Just image how upset Darcy will be if she finds out I stood here and jerked myself off in front of the two of you!" I shot back. "Well, like I said...we certainly won't say anything, and in fact...we'll even turn around and face the other way while you do it," Maxine said. "Won't we dear?" "We will?" "Yes...we will, we don't want Jack feeling more embarrassed about this than he already is now do we? And we certainly can't let him remain like he is either...now can we?" "No...I guess we can't," Chris snickered, though she then too turned her back, same as her mother had, the two of them now standing together there with their backs towards me. "Hurry up Jack, I'm sure...this won't take too long." ** Believe it or not...I did it. Sure, sure...I know, I could have just as easily gone in and used the bathroom and jerked off in there. The fact of the matter was, you're forgetting, I was pretty fucking horny at the moment. I mean I'm standing there the entire time, looking at two pretty gorgeous pairs of tits for one thing...and yeah...there's something to be said about doing what we'd all been doing and talking about lately on top of all that. So the idea of actually standing there and tossing one off...with them both in the room, even though they said they'd keep their backs turned towards me while I did it. Well...even then, it was still pretty arousing. I dropped my jeans. Now standing there holding onto my dick...jerking it off. "Hmm, that sounds nice doesn't it?" Chris said, though thankfully she'd said it with her back still towards me. "Just something about the sound of that, a guy working his slick juicy cock up and down...up...and down." "Jesus...Chris!" I panted, to which she and her mom both laughed. "I'm sorry Jack, but she's right. As much as I hate to admit it...she's right. That does sound wickedly nice. And it's obvious just how aroused you really are, which admittedly I have to say...is arousing me as well." My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 02 "Yeah...me too," Chris said chiming in. "And as a matter of fact...I think I need to get off now myself!" Before either one of us could say a word, Chris had unbuttoned her shorts which now dropped down around her ankles, she quickly stepped out of them kicking them off to one side. "Christine!" Maxine exclaimed using the formal name she'd once given her. "What? You're just as horny standing here listening to this as I am, so just admit it. Jeeze mom...not like you don't masturbate any less than I do...and obviously any less than Jack does...or is. And I'm sure as hell going to take advantage of the moment and do something about it...so, aren't you?" I'd actually quit stroking my dick...my mouth open, looking at Chris now as she stood there in the all together. Unlike her mom, she had a tiny little strip of dark hair just above her mound, her fingers now spreading herself open, one, and then two slipping inside herself as she began to methodically work them in and out of her equally wet, slick sounding pussy. "I can't believe I'm actually considering this..." Maxine suddenly stated, but then turned towards me, now facing me. And as she did, she reached down undoing the zipper on her shorts, which soon likewise fell down around her ankles, and then she slowly, almost teasingly removed her panties. "When in Rome..." ** By the sounds, and then the looks of it...Chris was even hornier than I thought, bringing herself to orgasm even faster than I was rapidly approaching. Listening to her as she stood there finger-fucking herself was amazing! And not only that, but those nice tits of hers were bouncing almost wildly against her chest, she was panting hotly, driving her fingers in and out of herself with a frenzy now, though so was her mother, the two of them watching me. "Oh stroke that fucking cock Jack! Stroke it, stroke it hard! Make that fucker squirt for us!" Chris cried out, though even Maxine now was joining in hearing her daughter talking like that, so lewdly, so obscenely, adding to the unbridled, uninhibited decadence of the moment. "Yes Jack yes! Stroke that cock, pump that fucker!" Maxine added just as lustfully now as her daughter had, likewise frigging herself, though rather than fingering, she was half slapping, half rubbing her swollen very pronounced clitoris. "Fuck!" I cried out, hovering on the edge...realizing. "I don't fucking have anything!" "Here!" Maxine said, and then amazingly, scooped up her discarded panties with her foot, flinging them towards me, which I caught in midair. In one fell swoop, I brought them down over the tip of my cock, and simply erupted into them. "Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!" I said over and over again with each and every delicious spurt of cum into her silky smooth soft panties. And as I stood there doing that, I could hear the satisfied mutual cry of both mother and daughter suddenly joining me. ** "Not a word." "Not a word," Chris and I both readily agreed. Maxine using that same tone of voice she had used with me, letting us both know she was deadly serious about this. "What just happened...can't happen, and shouldn't happen again, understood?" She said asking Chris first. Chris nodding her head saying it again. "Understood?" She then asked turning towards me, though she winked as she said it. "Ah...yeah, understood," I said understanding perfectly well what she was saying. "Ok, now that we're all rationale and sane once again...let's get the rest of this room painted shall we? Oh...and if you wouldn't mind handing me back my panties Jack? I'll just take these and go put them in the laundry." For a split solitary second, Chris laughed, muffling the sound with her fist. "Finally got to do mom's panties didn't you?" She whispered. I tossed her a look warning her, but all she did was laugh once again. Maxine had left, returning moments later, still naked however, as was both Chris and I. For some reason, it seemed to not make any sense to dress after what had just happened, and so it was...we finished putting on the first coat of paint, doing so while completely naked together. ** The first couple of days of the new week passed without incident. I was actually beginning to think and feel that maybe all this had actually and finally blown over. Even Darcy hadn't mentioned anything else about attempting to do anything else, so I pretty much surmised her idea had finally been forgotten. And though we'd spent the past two days actually at home, it was inevitable that we'd end up being invited over on Wednesday night for dinner. In doing so, we were informed it would just be the three of us as Chris was out attending some sort of Sorority thing with her friends, still hopeful of getting in according to Maxine. "Tonight's the night," Darcy told me just as we reached her mother's house. "For what?" I asked, at this point having as I said forgotten all about any scheming ideas or plans that Darcy had been considering. "We're gonna put on a little bit of a nasty show for mom later on this evening," she said. "The way I figure it, maybe if she watches us for a bit, gets a chance to finally see you, that will give her a little excitement, something to enjoy perhaps." "Jesus Darcy! You gotta be kidding. You wanna fuck in front of your mom?" "Yeah, figured that might actually turn her on, give her a little relief, something to think about, maybe get her horny, interested again. Perhaps after that, she'll have the desire to go out and start dating again. But for damn sure...she needs to get out more, not hang around the damn house all day getting frustrated!" How could I possibly tell her? "And just how do you expect to bring this all about? Here? Tonight?" "With this!" Darcy said holding up the bag she had brought along, which I had just assumed was a few odds and ends that she usually brought over with her. This time however, she held up what was obviously a bottle of Tequila, along with some mix for it. "You know me," she laughed. "A few of these always did get me horny...and that's something mom well knew that it did. And though it does, and though I'm already a bit horny now anyway, I figured I'd have a couple, and then just have several non-alcoholic ones after that. When it's close to bedtime, I'll pretend I'm just too damn drunk, to make it home. You know how mom is, she'll insist that we stay here tonight anyway after we've been drinking. And since we'll no doubt be sleeping on the pull out bed there in the living room, that will make it even easier for her to spy on us from the top of the stairs. You know as well as I do, as dark as it is up there, you can easily remain concealed, and yet see clearly and easily down into the room. We'll keep on an end-table lamp turned down low, but so she can still see what we're doing at least." "I don't know Darcy, I'm not sure this is really such a good idea." "Sure it is...trust me, I know what I'm doing." Once again...famous last words. But it was also obvious to me, I wasn't going to be able to talk her out of it either. All I could do was hope that perhaps afterwards, after we'd actually done this, gone through with it, she'd leave things be once and for all. ** "Tequila? Are you forgetting what that used to do to you?" Her mother laughed. "God...I have to admit, it's been years since I've actually had any myself. Let me go get some salt...you did bring some limes with you yes?" "Oh shit no! I forgot to get any!" Darcy admitted. "Well we can't have that! If we're going to do shots of tequila, we need limes!" "Shots? I thought we were going to do margaritas or something!" I said "Margaritas! Oh hell no!" Maxine said. "Been too long since I've had shots, and that sounds like a hell of a lot more fun. No...we're doing shots, and that means...we need limes. Darcy? Run down to the store and get some." "Me? Why me? Why not make Jack go for them?" "Because while you're doing that, I can finish showing Jack what I want him to add to the room. By the time you get back, we'll have all that out of the way, and can spend the rest of the evening enjoying ourselves!" All I could do was stand there with a pained smile on my face, trying to appear to Darcy as though I was dreading some other change or idea that her mother had once again come up with, especially as close as we were to finally finishing off the room. What Darcy didn't know of course, was I did indeed have a pained expression on my face, but not for that particular reason. I had a pretty good idea, Maxine simply wanted a few moments of "alone time" with me. "Well, ok...I'll go, and hurry back," Darcy quipped, but as soon as I do, let's enjoy the Tequila then and not spend the entire night talking about the sewing room...ok?" The last thing I wanted to be talking about right now...was the sewing room. As it was...I'd never be able to look at it in quite the same way ever again. The moment Darcy left, and two seconds after we heard the car backing out of the driveway, Maxine turned to me. "OK Jack...take out your cock!" I figured it was inevitable, so I did. And not that I minded doing so now either. I'd already come to face the conclusion that it now turned me on, that it had...and that I'd do this anytime and every time that she asked me to do so. I mean after all, what other choice did I really have anyway? The simple thing was, Maxine enjoyed watching me jerk off. Darcy had been right about that, she'd loved watching Fred do it, and obviously often. Now since I had, and since we had...it was equally obvious to me, that she had every intention of continuing to do so. So, once again...here I stood, working my prick for her while she watched, and while she in turn opened her blouse, though wearing a bra, which she simply pulled up and over her tits, freeing them. "Like looking at my titties while you're jerking off Jack? Fred always enjoyed it when I did that for him too," she added. "And I like playing with them as well...gets me all nice and horny too." "Yeah...I do," I freely admitted. "You really do have nice boobs, all of you." She laughed at that. "Yeah, I can just imagine how interesting that would be, all three of us sitting there naked playing with ourselves while watching you. Though I'm fairly sure that's never going to happen, bad enough as to what happened the other day. And that...really can't and shouldn't happen ever again Jack. Things just sort of got carried away is all...too carried away." "I agree, it shouldn't, and it won't...not again, not ever." (Famous last words?) "However..." "However?" "Yeah...when I realized Darcy had brought over the tequila, that gave me an idea..." "OH god!" I thought. "You know how that can affect her, always has done for some odd-ball reason. But what I was thinking was this, especially after what happened the other day. So it's not like doing this is any worse than that was, under the circumstances, and especially with Darcy being your wife and all. But...what I'd enjoy seeing...watching admittedly, would be the two of you having sex together. So...I was thinking Jack, I'll mention to Darcy that I don't think it's a good idea for the two of you to try going home this evening. I'll tell her you're simply spending the night here, we'll make up the rollaway bed in the living room for you. And then when it's time, I'll head on up to bed. Except, I'll sneak out a bit later. Hopefully by then you two will be fooling around. That way I can watch for a bit, amuse myself...if you get my meaning, and then actually go to bed with a smile on my face, and a reasonably good night's sleep because of it. So...think we can get Darcy to go along with all that?" "For some reason mom...I don't think that's going to be much of a problem." ** "He really does have a nice once Chris! Better than any of the other guys that have been brought here and done this, that's for sure!" Several girls had now crowded around me, inching closer, forming basically a half circle now as I stood there fondling myself. "Squeeze it, that's it...we want to see some juice leaking from it," one of them stated, the others snickering, yet agreeing with her. "Yeah, squeeze it for us Jack," Chris said, though pretending that she didn't personally know me, which was part of the requirement here, the initiation, though I also happened to know, her two closest friends certainly did. Though Chris had assured me they'd never reveal that fact either, or neither one of them would likely be admitted to the sorority either. It was still hard to believe, thinking back now on how all this had started, how it had gotten crazier and crazier by the moment...all of which had eventually led up to this, to my being here, agreeing to do this for her, just so Chris could make it in to the Sorority she wanted to be associated with. At least these young women were dressed, or I'm not sure I'd have felt comfortable doing what I was. Not that I was actually comfortable doing this...it was a little embarrassing as it was, but at least I could do it, more so...without having a bunch of naked females tempting me while I did. There was no way in hell I'd ever be able to explain this one, and even Chris couldn't help me out of this mess if it ever got out. But as far as keeping myself hard, entertaining myself while the girls watched, while they giggled, snickered and amused themselves at my expense perhaps. Well...at least I had the images inside my head to entertain myself with, and keep it that way. All the crazy things that had been going on, one right after another, one seemingly almost worse than the last one. And yet...each one hornier, wilder, crazier. Oh yeah. It was easy to stand here now, just thinking about those moments. Remembering back, beginning with that crazy night at Maxine's and the fucking tequila. To be continued... My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 03 What can I say? It was hot, arousing...fuck, arousing as hell. Standing there slowly stroking my hard cock for her while my mother stood there fondling her breasts. Maybe it was that sense of dangerous excitement, a bit of almost "taboo" thrown in for spice. Major spice. God those tits, those hard fucking nipples. Gorgeous nipples, which she stood pulling on, stretching out those marvelous breasts, reshaping them with her hands and fingers. Damn that was hot! She reached over to the counter picking up the bottle of tequila. "I thought we were going to wait for the limes," I said. "For this, we don't need limes," she said grinning at me, and then took a small pull on the bottle. I noticed she didn't swallow however, still grinning. And then knelt down in front of me. "Maxine?" Before I knew what she was doing, or about to obviously do...she did. Wrapping her mouth around my dick, I felt the cool, tingling bath of the tequila still in her mouth as she washed me with it. I felt her tongue flick around the head of my dick, that same almost burning tingle of the tequila caressing my cock. My knees went weak on me, one hand automatically reaching out for the counter top for support, the other...on the back of her head. "Oh fuck!" Maxine didn't suck me very long, only for a minute perhaps finally removing her mouth from my shaft, standing up again, still grinning, now swallowing. "Well? Did you like that? Been years since I've given anyone a "TS", had to do it," she added already sensing my uncertainty that she had, and worse...that I'd allowed it, enjoyed it. "Yeah that was ah...way interesting," was all I could really think of to say. "I take it Darcy's never done that to you?" Her eyes smiling, licking her lips tasting me and the tequila perhaps. "Well yeah...of course, just not with booze in her mouth." "That's what I meant," she laughed. "And speaking of Darcy, she should be back any moment, best we straighten up again," she said putting her breasts away, as I did my now almost too hard cock. ** Darcy in fact returned only minutes later, a bag of limes that she and her mother now split into slices as we sat down at the kitchen table together. In addition she'd gotten down the saltshaker and three shot glasses placing one each in front of us. "Reminds me of my college days," Maxine laughed taking one of the lime wedges, making a fist, dabbing that against her fist and then shaking a bit of salt on it. She then picked up her shot, drank it placing the empty shot glass down. Maxine licked the salt off her hand, and then followed that up with the lime, sucking it. "Well?" She asked simply looking at the two of us. Darcy and I picked up our own shots and downed them. "Speaking of ancient history," Darcy began with the same evil wicked look in her eyes now that her mother had had just before she gave me a "Tijuana Slurpy" as she called it. "What is the wildest thing you ever did before you met and later married daddy?" She asked. Maxine looked at her daughter in surprise. I noticed she was actually blushing a little too. "I'm not sure I should be sharing my dirty, naughty past with my daughter," she chuckled, though she quickly did another shot while obviously thinking about it. And then of course, we did. "Come on mom, we're all grownups here now, and I know for a fact you had a wild side to yourself growing up, perhaps even more so than Chris has," she added once again making her mother laugh. "I don't know about that, you know how your sister is," she said giving me a quick knowing look that made me just a little uncomfortable as she said that, though Darcy didn't seem to pick up on that herself. "Though there was one time...down at the beach that I'd have to say up until then anyway...was one of the wildest, craziest things I've ever done." "Oh? And what was that?" Darcy said pouring her mother another shot. "I can't believe I'm actually considering telling you this," she giggled a bit nervously, her face even a bit redder now. Admittedly, now I was curious. "Go on, tell us," I urged her, though I felt the press of my still hard cock throbbing expectantly and in agreement in hearing this. Almost as though she had been reading my thoughts, or was still having similar thoughts of her own, she glanced briefly down towards my lap. The hard bulge of my cock noticeable, even without looking myself to know she could obviously see it. At least with Darcy sitting across from the two of us, she couldn't know what was going on, as seconds later I felt Maxine's hand rest itself on my upper thigh as she spoke. "My best friend Gloria and I had gone down to the beach to watch the boys play volleyball. It was a warm summer's day, and so quite naturally we sat there on the sidelines in our bikinis, which for the time at least, were pretty revealing, though not nearly so as the one's you see today, especially the ones that Chris wears now. Anyway, we stayed there for quite some time, admiring the boys as they played, and who also began admiring, even speaking to us between matches. Finally, during a break between games they had come over and invited us to stay for the bonfire later on that evening. Now...it's important to note here, at the time I was still a virgin, I'd never even given anyone a blowjob before, though I had given a few hand jobs by then," she winked. I glanced at my wife, she was obviously enthralled at her mom's sudden candor, taking another shot now herself, though I refrained, already feeling too much of a buzz as it was. Not to mention the light tickling movement of my mothers hand and fingers on my upper thigh as she lazily stroked me there, now continuing. "Anyway. We agreed to join them later, and did. And funny enough, sat around the fire doing Tequila shots," she mused now doing another one. At this rate, I began thinking that if they both got too drunk, that whatever plans they both had (separately mind you) would fall apart, and of course if that happened, I wouldn't have to worry about anything actually happening later. So in a way, I was actually starting to encourage their continued drinking, though I myself had already began cutting back. "Now, it was interesting to note, Gloria and I were the only two girls there, with at least nine or ten guys. It was flattering at first of course, but then I actually grew a little apprehensive, especially when after a few shots, they'd managed to convince Gloria to show them her titties. And then of course, began clamoring for me to do so." "Yeah, I can see why you'd be nervous," I commented, as Maxine paused looking at me, her hand now working all the way up my leg, resting now directly over the prominent bulge in my pants, gently and then briefly squeezing my cock as she did that. "I was nervous, but admittedly excited too, especially when I finally took off my top, baring my breasts. It was at this point that Gloria actually told the boys that it was now their turn to show us something...specifically their cocks. A few were at first reluctant to do so, though several actually did so. Seeing all those hard stiff pricks waving at us was exciting, especially when I'd only seen one or two before, and even then not very well as it seemed like I was usually fondling one here or there in nothing but dark places. Now...here were several, as the boys stood around us, back lit by the fire. I was starting to get a little worried as to where all this was going, what might be expected of us, like it or not, when Gloria basically came to the rescue, making a suggestion herself." Maxine paused, obviously flushed in the face now, though her hand continued to rest on my prick, her fingers now tracing the outline of my swollen shaft beneath the thin material of my baggy shorts. "So what happened next?" Darcy asked, her own face showing a bit more color to it as well, though I guessed not so much from the alcohol really, as from her own arousal. I'd seen her get that way enough times to know that she was now. "What she did was this. She told them that she and I were both still virgins, though I happened to know...she wasn't. She then said, that since we were, and since we had no intentions of doing that...or even giving anyone a BJ, they could forget it. However...if they were willing, that she and I would enjoy jerking each one of them off, letting them cum on our tits." "Holy shit mom! So did you?" Maxine laughed, her face now beet red. "Yes we did. It seemed like the lesser of several evils at the time for one thing. For starters, we were probably a bit foolish and careless to have allowed ourselves to be in that position in the first place. At least we knew many of them, so we didn't figure we really had too much to fear from them, as far as some sort of a gang-rape went or something. So we really weren't too terribly nervous about that, as far as that goes. But...most of them did have hungry eyes now, especially after what Gloria had just suggested. Though she'd convinced me to go along with it a few minutes later, telling me that once we'd managed to get all...if not most of them off, then they'd most likely be done for the night, and we of course could quickly leave after that. Provided...we wanted to." Maxine was still tracing the outline of my cock with her fingernail, dragging it along up one side and down the other. I could feel the seepage of my arousal as she did that, as she began toying with that a bit more herself upon discovery of it. "So...next thing I know, Gloria and I are kneeling down in the sand with our backs to one another naked, a cock in each hand, jerking the boys off one by one, until they climaxed, squirting their precious fluids all over our tits. Eventually of course, we had gotten each one of them off at least once, and a couple of them twice even. Now covered in spunk, which I admittedly found very arousing, wickedly erotic, we finally made our escape, informing them all that we had to leave before we were sorely missed. With the boys all completely satisfied and far more docile now of course, we did so. But the night, that wild crazy erotic night still wasn't over with yet either!" "Oh?" Darcy said obviously enthralled, and very much aroused now. I could see that clearly, just as her mom must have. Darcy's hand had fallen down into her own lap, I could see the subtle movement of it, which told me...she was somehow, someway, touching herself, though that would have been easy enough to do as she'd worn a lightweight summer dress. I could imagine her easily enough hiking it up just enough in order to do just that. "Hold that thought!" She suddenly stated. "I need to ah...go pee, be right back!" "Yeah, time for all of us to take a pee break," I agreed, feeling Maxine remove her hand from my crotch as Darcy stood, half sprinting down the stairs in order to use the bathroom. I looked at her, she looking at me. "I'm so fucking horny right now I could come just sitting here." "Yeah, me too," I freely admitted. "Though what you're doing to me with your fingers isn't helping much. Keep doing that...and I will, and then how will I explain the great big messy wet spot?" I already had one as it was, looking down at myself, though at least having one wouldn't actually be the problem here. Darcy in fact might even get a kick out of the fact that I did, and that it was noticeable. Not to mention the fact, I'd have been willing to bet money she'd started actually toying with herself just before heading downstairs to pee. "Yeah...we don't want you doing that too soon now do we?" Maxine laughed. "Don't want you running out of steam too early, and especially as aroused as your wife obviously is...I'm pretty sure it won't be too much longer, and she'll be wanting to ride that," she told me looking down at it, once again fondling it briefly just before we heard Darcy's footsteps coming back up the stairs. "My turn," I announced the moment she entered the room. Darcy caught me at the door. "Left you a little something," she giggled, and then slid past me retaking her seat at the kitchen table. I headed down stairs to the bathroom, my wife's soaking wet panties were sitting on top of the toilet seat waiting for me when I got there. I picked them up of course, examining them, realizing two things at once. Obviously she now wasn't wearing any, giving hint to the fact it would now be much easier for her to sit there and play with herself. And secondly, she was obviously giving me something to think about now, and become even more aroused myself as I examined them, smelled them, ensuring that I no doubt stay that way for whatever lie ahead this evening. It was damn near impossible to actually pee as hard as I was. But finally I managed it, making my way back up the stairs a short time later. "Where's mom?" I asked coming back into the room, Darcy sitting there alone for the moment. "Went to pee in her room, though she also said she wanted to slip into something a bit more comfortable herself, I think she's getting pretty horny telling us this story, I know I certainly am!" "Yeah, shit...me too," I said holding out her panties to me, which I'd, stuffed into my pants pocket. She laughed. "Like my present then? Save them for later," she said as we heard her mother returning. I quickly stuffed them back down into one of my side pockets. "Like the wet spot too," she told me. "Nice touch. You should let mother see it," she grinned hotly. I didn't see the point in telling her she already had, and that she had in fact had a great deal of help in creating it, taking my seat again as Maxine entered the room. I was half expecting her to have put on her robe. She hadn't, what she'd put on instead was something a bit more risqué and revealing, which even surprised Darcy a little. She'd thrown on a simple shift, the obviousness of her having nothing on beneath it readily transparent, especially with the way her hard extended nipples pressed against the thin material. "Hope you don't mind," she said sitting down. "But it's still warm out tonight, almost too warm, and especially with all the tequila we've been sitting here drinking, I'm sweating to death." "Yeah, that's why I wore this," Darcy explained commenting on her own lightweight summer dress, which I pretty well figured she had once again bunched up sufficiently in order to better access herself. "So anyway...finish the story mom," she urged not the least concerned or worried that I could so obviously see, as we both could, the noticeable outline of Maxine's breasts beneath the somewhat sheer material, not to mention the hard firm poking of her nipples pressing against it. "What happened then?" "Well, as I said...Gloria and I raced up to the parking area where we'd left the car. By now it was dark out of course, most everyone else had left, save for the guys who were still down on the beach, no doubt talking about the wild crazy experience we'd all just had together. Neither one of us had bothered putting on our suits, figuring we'd do so once we got there, after cleaning ourselves up a little first, which we did. But then Gloria just got into the car, still naked, telling me to hurry up and do the same. So...I did." While Maxine spoke, Darcy poured us all another shot. This time I was ready for one. Replacing my glass down on the table, glancing over at my wife as she did the same. But I noticed even then, her hand once again down between her legs, and that subtle movement once again continuing. I knew without any doubt now, she was indeed fingering herself! Maxine tilted her head back downing her shot, sucking the salt off her fist, and then sucking another lime again. Having finished, she dropped her hand down again, finding mine beneath the table, only this time, she guided it over towards herself, still speaking as she did keeping my wife's attention on her. Not wanting to draw unnecessary attention myself, I allowed her to do so, moments later shocked when she placed my hand directly between her legs, pressing it firmly there before letting it go. "Next thing I know Gloria turns towards me saying..."I'm fucking horny, how about you?" And yes...admittedly I was, still was...and now a bit nervous and scared again. I mean there we are, still naked, sitting in her car in a nearly deserted parking lot, suddenly she's reaching over towards me, her hand finding and cupping my breast, fondling it and teasing it. It felt good...it felt wrong, and right all at the same time. I mean I'd never been touched by another woman before, or touched another woman either. And suddenly I'm touching her breasts too..." I glanced over at Darcy, her hands obviously busy beneath the table, hanging on her mother's words. I could feel the heat coming from Maxine's crotch, my hand resting directly against her pussy. I could sense as well as feel her liquid moisture as I allowed my finger to press inwards, not entering, but dipping into the cleft of her cunt. She was indeed sopping wet, and I pressed again, feeling her lips literally surround my finger, coating it with her sweet slippery essence. "And then suddenly, we're actually sitting there fingering one another. She's finger-fucking me, and I'm finger-fucking her, and we're kissing...breathing hard now, strumming one another's clits...panting, moaning..." Darcy's hand is moving a lot more now, I'm amazed she's not really trying to hide the fact that she's playing with herself, wondering if Maxine knows it as well, though how could she not? It's so damn obvious...at least it is to me anyway. And I find I have to be careful here myself, my own hand a bit more subtle, hardly moving at all, just the press of my finger, though I now feel it enter, spearing my mothers cunt. I hear the miniscule catch of her breath, though I hope Darcy sees that as just the excitement in retelling the story, and not the fact I'm now sitting here, fingering her mother's wet, slick, juicy cunt! "Finally we both explode, almost simultaneously...getting one another off, sitting there in the front seat of her car. It was the first time I'd ever done that...with another woman, or ever had anyone, man or woman...get me off that way either! Up until then, the only one that had touched my pussy...was me!" She laughed as I felt this sudden release of nectar literally bathe my finger, Maxine's breath once again raspy as she held it momentarily. She had just climaxed! "Wow, yeah mom...that was fucking hot, you're right! That was pretty wild even for you back then!" She said easing back in her chair, both hands up back on the table again, as were mine now too. "Yeah, admittedly it was...still surprised I told you that story though," she said scooting back in her chair. "Though being as tipsy as I am after all this tequila, I guess that explains why I did. And it also explains, that I best get my butt upstairs to bed before I can't." Maxine leaned over giving me an affectionate kiss on the cheek, whispering the words "Thank you," in my ear. And then more loudly. "Sleep tight, and goodnight." "Good night," I responded back as she made her way around the table, likewise kissing Darcy goodnight. "The beds all made up and ready for you," she then added. "See you in the morning then." Maxine quickly headed upstairs as Darcy and I made our way into the living room, unfolding the couch bed, turning off all the lights save for one small table lamp that had a nice soft warm glow to it. "Maybe she really is going to bed," I whispered to Darcy, thinking perhaps after her little orgasm, that maybe she really would. That, and the affects of the alcohol we'd all consumed, especially as Darcy was definitely feeling it, staggering a bit more than I'd ever seen her do before. Not quite aware of herself, or even her surroundings as much as she should be perhaps. My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 03 "Maybe...maybe not. We'll see. But either way, now I'm damn fucking horny myself!" That much was obvious, Darcy practically tore her clothes off, and then mine after we'd rolled out the bed. "Could you tell what I was doing?" she giggled hotly as she climbed on top of me. "Yes I could," I responded back. "It was a bit obvious, and I couldn't help wondering...if I could, that maybe your mom could too!" Once again she laughed. "Yeah, I was sort of purposely doing that just to help get her aroused some perhaps, but I also think that she was doing the same. Kept wondering if you'd look over, see if she was, but I'm pretty sure that we was too," Darcy told me. "I saw her hand moving around a bit once or twice." "I ah...didn't look, didn't want to get caught," I replied lamely, though at that point Darcy wasn't really listening to me any more either. She had just slid herself down over the length of my blood-engorged cock. ** We were just starting to get into it, and admittedly it was feeling damn good. Darcy was about as wet and slick as I'd ever felt her. Even the sounds of her wet cunt as she slid up and down the length of me could be easily heard. "I think she's watching us," Darcy whispered leaning over allowing me to capture one of her breasts, sucking it. "I'm pretty sure I saw movement," she added, now sitting up again riding me, moving her head from side to side as though in the throes of passion, but I could see her eyes, knew she was looking...wondering. "Yeah, pretty sure she is," she whispered again leaning over again. But this time when she did, I caught another reflection in the TV across the room. At some point...Chris had come in, quietly of course, as neither one of us had heard her. She was standing off to one side in the kitchen doorway. Standing as she was, she must have known that neither one of us could see her where she stood. And we wouldn't have, except for the fact, I could see her through the reflection in the TV set. I decided to remain quiet about it however, and not let Darcy know her sister too was watching us now, though I still wasn't sure about her mother. "That was hot wasn't it? Listening to mom's story?" "Yes...it...was," I just managed back, Darcy slowly moving up and down my cock, the slickness of her pussy already threatening to make me come, though the image now of Chris in the TV wasn't helping much with that. I couldn't believe what I was seeing as she stood there, thinking herself safe perhaps. I watched as she unbuttoned her blouse, slipping it off. I could almost visualize her tossing it onto the kitchen table were we'd been only short time ago listening to Maxine's wickedly delicious story. She then did the same with her bra, freeing her breasts, now fondling them as she stood there spying on us. "Hard to believe...mom did that, fingered another woman," she moaned softly still riding me up and down, my hands now holding onto her breasts, fingering those taut hard nipples of hers as she did that. "Have to ask her sometime...soon, if they....oh fuck this feels good, if they...ever did anything more than that!" I knew Darcy was speaking loud enough that if her mom was indeed watching us from the top of the stairs, she'd have heard that. Though at the moment, my eyes were still peering into the TV set. Chris had now bunched up the short mini-skirt she'd been wearing, her panties being pulled a short distance down her legs, though not off. I am sure she had purposely kept them there in the event of having to make a hasty retreat. But her hand now was definitely between her legs as she stood there fingering herself, still watching us. "Oh yeah...she's there," Darcy moaned whispering softly now, once again leaning forward in order to do so. "I did see movement that time...so I'm pretty sure she's watching us. Let me know when you're getting close," she then added. "I want you to squirt on my tits...just the way those boys did to her that night, maybe that will really get and keep her aroused after seeing you do that!" I knew however, the moment we did that...Maxine, if she was indeed watching this, wouldn't be the only one who did. "Fuck...I'm gonna come myself!" She suddenly announced. Obviously the pent up arousal and pleasure she'd been earlier giving herself, and now this...had brought her closer to the edge than even I was, though I know as I felt her pussy suddenly liquefy around me, I wasn't far behind her. "Oh yeah! Yeah...I'm gonna come baby! Gonna come!" She literally screamed out, doing so, thrashing wildly about on top of me now. It was all I could do to hang on, though even as I fought for control, still losing ground, I glanced over towards the TV once again, Chris's hand a blur between her legs as she stood there frigging her clit wildly. It was too much for me, the entire night had been. "Fuck babe..." It was all I managed to say. Like a shot, she jumped off me, taking my hands. "Stand up baby...give it to me, give me your cream, squirt it baby! Squirt it! All over my tits!" To say I merely drenched her, would have been an understatement. Even I was surprised at the copious amount of semen that I stood there pumping out onto her tits as she knelt there on the bed in front of me, jacking and working my cock. "Holy fucking shit!" She actually exclaimed watching me squirt, watching me splurge each one of her breasts as she passed my cock back and forth between them as though working a fire hose. Unfortunately, as I finally managed to pry my eyes apart, looking down at the white sticky mess clinging to my wife's breasts, I no longer could see Chris's image in the TV set any more. She had disappeared obviously and quietly heading down the stairs to her room. We both heard however the soft 'creak' of the floorboards in the upstairs hallway, confirming then once and for all...Maxine had indeed been watching us from the upstairs landing. That then was followed only moment later by the equally soft click of her bedroom door closing. I collapsed back down onto the bed, now exhausted as Darcy snuggled up into the crook of my arm. "Don't ya just love it when a plan comes together?" she giggled contentedly, and almost soon after fell soundly asleep. I lay for a moment slowly drifting off myself, wondering even as I did...if things would now go back to normal again. Somehow...I doubted it. ** I was up early needing to run home to change clothes and head off to work. Being Thursday, this was Darcy's late day, not having to go in to the floral shop until noon, but then staying late tonight as this was the other gal's day off. On most Thursdays, Maxine would go in around two or three, and then work with Darcy until around six, though she very often stayed there with her until closing time around eight o'clock. That would hopefully, give me a chance for a little peace and quiet after I got off work. Time enough to come home again, change clothes, and then return back to mom's place where I could pretty much finish off the room. I was actually relieved when I did arrive to discover that no one was home. That meant I wouldn't have to confront Chris either, giving me a chance to truly finish up the room aside from a few necessary touch ups the following day, or day after. Beyond that, Maxine's sewing room was finally finished, so I grabbed a beer from the fridge and went out back to sit on the patio and congratulate myself. I was halfway through my beer when I heard the sliding glass door open. I knew without turning to look that it had to be Chris, it was just then five-thirty, so I figured it would be another forty-five minutes yet, if then...before Maxine even got home. "I take it you finished mom's room?" Chris said coming around to the front of the table facing me, reaching for my beer taking a swallow from it as she stood there. "Almost," I responded draining the rest of it before she could, but taking note of what she was wearing too. Standing there now in one of her very brief bikinis, her full breasts hardly contained within the top, though the small strip of cloth between her legs barely contained her mound at all. The outline of her neither lips clearly defined as she stood there looking at me. "I saw you last night," she said at last. "I know...I could see you in the TV," I responded back, seeing the look of surprise in her face when I said that. "No worries...Darcy couldn't," I added as she laughed at that. "Go figure. And here I was thinking I was being sneaky," she laughed again. I couldn't help but laugh with her. "Not much gets past you now does it?" "Enough," I responded carefully. Chris too had that look in her eyes now that always spelled trouble. Same look her mother and my wife had. "So, what did you think then? Enjoy seeing what you saw? What I did?" Admittedly I had, it had been erotic, seeing her standing there in the doorway like that, panties down around her knees, her fingers flying furiously between her legs. I felt my cock already beginning to stiffen at the memory of that. No sense trying to hide the fact that I hadn't either. "Yes," I said simply trying to sit up just a little before things got a bit too uncomfortable for me here again. "You liked watching me play with myself...like watching me don't you?" I didn't answer that, well not exactly. She had that look, and I was getting aroused here, better to stay where I was, partially concealed beneath the table at least and not let her see that I really was. I nodded my head slightly. "I like doing that," she said. "I like being watched while I'm touching myself," she then began doing so. Running her finger down between her lips, caressing her pussy through the material of her bikini bottoms, pressing them into herself, which frankly looked hot! And frankly...was indeed getting me very aroused, and very hard all over again. "You still owe me you know..." "What?" "You heard me...from the other day, you still owe me. Take it out!" Like mother like daughter(s). "We don't have that kind of time." "Well we certainly won't if you keep wasting time here! Maybe this will help." It did...but it really didn't either. Chris reached around undoing the clasp on her bikini top, suddenly there she was standing in front of me again with her boobs hanging out, and then worse, though not lowering her bikini bottoms, she pulled them off to one side, giving me a clear unobstructed view of her beautiful wet glistening pussy. Spreading herself even more open, her cute tiny little clit jumped out, it's head glistening with girl dew. "Well?" It was like being hypnotized by a pussy. I'm not even sure I remembered unzipping my shorts once again, but I had, fishing my cock out for her. "I can't see it all that well...stand up while you do that for me," she stated still fingering herself, so I stood letting my shorts drop down around my ankles, now basically naked as I ran my hand down the length of my shaft and back up again, palming the head which had already started leaking for her. "I like that, love seeing your little juice drops, tells me I'm arousing you," she giggled. And then after saying that, turned looking behind me. "That's twenty bucks each you owe me," she said. "What?" I said confused, turning as she did looking back, and there behind me stood two of her best friends, Mandy and Cynthia. Both with shit-eating grins on their faces. "It's worth it," the dark haired smaller girl spoke, whose name I soon learned was Mandy. "Though I honestly didn't think you could get him to do it," she added. Like Chris and Cynthia who I had met once, they were all wearing bikini's having come over to lay out, catch some sun and take a dip in the pool. "It sure was," Cynthia now added. A bottle blonde, she never the less had the blue eyes to go with it, along with the figure. Not quite as busty as Chris was, she was still pretty close. Now surrounded basically by three girls, one of which...my sister, was half naked, and still playing with herself too believe it or not, I sat down trying to cover myself. Though it was a little too late for that under the circumstances. "Awe...don't do that!" Mandy half barked. "It was just starting to get interesting!" "Shows over," I said slightly irritated now at what Chris had obviously done to me, even though she stood there grinning like a Cheshire cat, and had made no move to stop what she was still doing, or cover herself either. "Not quite," she said with a little too much bravado in her tone of voice. "I think we need an encore, but...I also think that maybe Jack needs a little incentive before doing that." "Chris?" I ventured. "Come on now..." But it was already too late for that too. Both Mandy as well as Cynthia now stood beside Chris joining her, each one reaching back removing their tops, so that I was now faced with three pairs of tits staring at me, differing shapes and sizes, with Mandy's being very perky though small, and yet having very long thick extended nipples, even more so than the other two. I couldn't help but look. "See? Now you've got even more to look at while you play with yourself for us," Chris told me. "Come on....Jack, it off," she giggled enjoying her joke, and then continued touching herself again, just as her two sexy little friends began doing. "Heaven help me," I said and then scooted my chair back a little so the three of them could watch. ** The girls got a kick out of watching me squirt, primarily I think, because when I did, I tended to do so quite a bit. Chris however was the only one who walked over as I began doing so, purposely giving me a too tantalizing target to aim at. It wasn't long however before her breasts were dripping with several streamers of semen. She stood massaging my cream into her breasts, and even drew some onto her finger sucking it off. "Hmm, tasty," she mused obviously enjoying it, much to the giggles and delight of her two cohorts, though each of them declined to sample any off Chris's breasts when she offered it to them. "OK, like I said...shows over, Max will be here any time now, and I think it's time I got myself home and cleaned up here," I stated standing, no longer shy in doing so as I finally pulled my shorts up once again, just as the girls began slipping back into their own swim tops once more as well. "So...we're even now right?" I said looking at Chris. "For the time being we are," she stated. "But I'm sure you'll be owing me again really soon," she added, and then gathered her two friends heading off towards the pool. I gathered up my empty beer bottle throwing it into the trash heading back inside, wondering as I did that preparing to leave. "Had Chris and her two friends ever done anything together?" It was a curious notion considering the fact they hadn't seemed at all shy around one another. Being nude in front of one another was one thing...girls could easily do that and not think twice about it. But doing the other, exposing themselves so uninhibitedly, so easily. That hinted at something more...a lot more. But now was not the time to dwell on that either. I needed to get the hell out of here before anything else happened. And I damn near made it out too. ** To be continued... My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 04 I tossed my empty beer bottle in the trash, realizing as I did, I had left my car keys up in Maxine's sewing room. I literally spun on the balls of my feet changing direction, heading back up the stairs taking them two at a time. I ran down the short hallway turning into the room and stopped dead in my tracks! Maxine stood in the middle of the room, naked my car keys held up in her hand as she dangled them in front of me. "Looking for these?" "Maxine!" I exclaimed surprised to find her standing there for one thing, and for another of course, seeing her nude. "You're...ah, home!" She just smiled still holding my keys letting me know as she now clenched them in her hand she had no intention of handing them over to me either. "I caught the last half of your patio party," she informed me then, turning and walking over towards the window looking out into the back yard towards the pool. "I see you've graduated to masturbating in front of just about anyone these days." I had no response to that, and simply stood there wondering now where any of this was going. "What can I say?" I finally did say smiling sheepishly. "What can I do?" I then added which finally caused her to turn facing me once again. And of course, she had that look on her face when she did. "I was hoping you'd say that," she grinned. "Take off your clothes." ** I wasn't wearing much, just a pair of shorts and an old paint-stained tee shirt. I knew that until I had done as she'd asked, I wasn't going anywhere either, so I took everything off while she watched. Once I was naked, Maxine turned back towards the window again looking down into the yard. "Admittedly, I did some pretty wild things when I was her age," Maxine said reminding me of the conversation we'd had previously. "But I think Chris has an even wilder side than I did, certainly a bit more open-minded and uninhibited than I was at her age. Come...look." I crossed the room walking towards the window looking down. Even I was surprised by what I saw, not expecting it...at least not out in broad daylight anyway, though it immediately confirmed my earlier suspicions. Perhaps the girls thought I had already left, or simply didn't care. Either way, Mandy, the petite young woman I had just met, was lying on her back, feet dangling in the pool...now naked. As they all were actually. Chris was in the pool, standing between her legs, obviously fingering the young woman. Cynthia sat next to where Mandy was laying, currently caressing and fondling the girl's small firm breasts, occasionally leaning over to capture one between her lips, sucking it. I guess I shouldn't have been too surprised to find myself becoming aroused while standing there looking down at the three of them, especially when Chris now leaned forward, her mouth coming down on her friend's pussy as she began eating her out. As I stood watching this, now transfixed in doing so, I felt Maxine walk up behind me, the press of her own lovely breasts now stabbing my back. I could feel the twin points of her nipples digging into me, sending a flood of aroused shivers traveling up and down my spine. "Enjoying the view? Enjoy watching Christine licking her friend's pussy?" Maxine asked, her hand just then coming around grasping my rock hard cock. "Yes," I stammered already feeling weak in the knees as she began pumping it up and down ever so slowly, still keeping her breasts pressed firmly against me, even moving them side to side a little as she now worked me with both hands, one occasionally cupping and caressing my balls. "I enjoyed watching you fuck Darcy too," she continued. "I enjoyed seeing this nice hard cock of yours plunging in and out of my daughter's cunt. It's been a while since I've had a prick inside mine," she then informed me. "And I admittedly enjoyed wondering what yours might feel like inside my pussy...thrusting in and out, feeling the slickness of my juices as you fucked me with this." I started to turn. "Maxine..." "No, don't...keep watching, keep watching Chris as she eats her friend's cunt. Imagine yourself doing that, eating Christine perhaps. Licking and tasting her young sweet pussy. Would you like that Jack? Would you like to have your face buried between my daughter's legs?" Maxine's hand was working its magic, though her vulgar obscene diatribe was getting to me as well. Hearing her talk so wickedly, speaking of things that I shouldn't be considering, thinking or fantasizing about, and yet...here I was, doing just that as she continued to paint such a wickedly erotic picture for me. I watched as the girls changed positions. Cynthia now slipping into the water, Chris now on her back, legs spread as Mandy moved over actually sitting on Chris's face. "I bet you wish someone was sitting on your face, and on your cock...I bet you'd enjoy that wouldn't you Jack?" "Yes," I moaned once more, her hand continuing to pump up and down my shaft, squeezing out a fairly large amount of lubrication, which she now smeared around and about the head with two fingers, sliding them both over my shaft in a scissors-like caress. "You like having your cock played with don't you Jack? You like having me...playing with it, your own mother, don't you...Jack." "Yes, yes...fuck yes, I do...I do. God help me, I do." Mandy had by now entered the pool, standing behind Cynthia, obviously fingering her. It was obvious to me, Chris had in fact climaxed, her face even at this distance turning into a grimace of pleasure as her friend got her off. It was hot, erotic...watching her do that, seeing her cum, seeing the pleasure on her face as I continued to stand there feeling the pleasure in my cock as Maxine worked it, now increasing the tempo and speed as she stood behind me jacking me off. "I bet you'd enjoy squirting all over the three of them too, wouldn't you Jack? Can you imagine? The three of those sweet young girls, lying there side by side, fingering themselves, looking up at you while they did? Watching you stroke your cock, soon spurting, cumming, squirting them all with your hot sticky semen?" "Oh fuck!" I groaned seeing it in my mind now as she said that, feeling the intensity of my impending orgasm, my balls tightening which she now held in her hand, kneading them, rolling them gently about, coaxing out the orgasmic pleasure I'd soon be feeling here. "Go ahead Jack, come...come for me, squirt your hot nasty fuck juice Jack...imagine squirting it all over those girls down there, their tits...their cunts...their faces, wherever you'd like to." I was two seconds away from doing just that when Chris rolled over, suddenly looking up in my direction. There was no mistaking it, she could see me...even smiling up at me as I stood there, just as my cock exploded, streamers of semen suddenly splattering against the window in thick creamy gobs of white paste. It soon began running down the window, slime trails of cum that Maxine continued to add to, creating even more designs as she pumped out my prick, now actually rubbing the tip against the cool window pane itself, smearing it about even further. Chris laughed, now pointing, directing her friends who now likewise looked up. "Fuck," I said spent...stepping back a little now, the window a fogged up sticky mess. "How the hell will I ever explain this?" I thought asking myself. Maxine had stepped away releasing me, though I knew without having much of a doubt, all Chris and her friends had been able to see, was me. And what must have appeared to them all as me standing there, jerking myself off in the window while watching them. "Great job on the room by the way," Maxine said looking it over. "Just a few minor touch ups, and I can start moving things in here tomorrow...or Saturday," she smiled. "Oh, and we're planning on a nice dinner this evening after Darcy gets off work, so you might want to think about cleaning up a little...changing your clothes," she grinned. And then simply left the room heading across the hall to her own room. Somewhere along the way, she had dropped my keys into the middle of the floor. I stooped over picking them up. And knew even as I did that, I'd no doubt have another debt to be paid for what I'd just apparently done. At the time, I had no idea just how big of a debt that would be. ** I had gone home, showered and changed, and then waited for Darcy to get home from work. She looked tired, though obviously pleased when her mother had said she'd cook dinner for her...for us, so she didn't have to. After she had cleaned up a bit, we headed over, the smell of one of Darcy's favorite dishes being prepared. "Do me a favor Jack?" Maxine asked almost the moment we walked through the door. "Sure...what?" "Run down to the liquor store, pick up a couple of nice bottles of wine to go with this," she told me. "I forgot to stop on my way home this evening," she added, "And then found myself too busy to go back after I had," she now grinned. I turned, already heading back out the door when Chris came running up behind me, passing me by, already out the door herself. "I'm going too!" She called back not giving me any choice or say in the matter as she sprinted out towards the car jumping in. I knew immediately that I was about to be confronted with what had happened earlier. "Might just as well get this over with," I said to myself as I reached the car, opening the door and then sliding in. I looked over at Chris, but she simply waited without saying anything as I started the car. Backing out of the drive, and then pulling onto the street, we headed the few blocks distance to the store. "You owe me again...BIG time," she announced only seconds later, now turning to look at me. "And I need you to do something for me very soon when you do." "As in?" I asked curiously, almost afraid to hear what it was. I should have known. "Here's the thing...you obviously know Cynthia, and now Mandy," she grinned. I almost cringed there in my seat, indeed forced to remember, seeing them together the way I had out on the patio had been bad enough, but including now what they must have envisioned, me standing there in the window watching them, apparently jerking myself off while I did was even worse in my mind. "Yeah?" "Well I'm sure you know...Mandy, Cynthia and I are all up for acceptance into Sorority." "Yeah, your mother told me you were, a fairly prestigious one too as I understand it, and hard to get into." "Yes, it is. One of the things they're doing in fact...requiring that three girls all working as teams together, complete three tasks or assignments. If even one of us fails, we all fail. So we're totally reliant on the other two, to see to it that they meet all the requirements of initiation. So far...both Mandy and Cynthia have, now it's all up to me." "I see. So what is it you've been tasked with then?" I asked figuring I was about to find out where all this was leading up to. She smiled. "That's where you come in. My task...is to recruit someone...someone to bring in, who then agrees to do something for us, for the group. We're not supposed to be either romantically involved with them, or actively engaged in having sex with them either. So technically, we're not...but you're also the best candidate I can come up with. See, they also have to be accepted by the group too. It can't just be some bum dragged in off the street and asked to do this...this particular thing for the group. They have to agree, and approve of whoever it is before he does." "Does what?" "What you're obviously good at, obviously already comfortable in doing. Like I bet Mandy and Cynthia earlier on when I told them. I bet I could get you to jerk off in front of me, which obviously you did." "Let me get this straight...you're asking me to jerk myself off in a room full of girls? Sorority sisters? While they watch?" "You got it!" She beamed. "Chris, listen..." "No, you listen..." she said interrupting me. "I'm out of time...we're out of time. There's no one else that can do this for me...and after what you did up in the window today, watching us, I think you owe it to us to do that for us...don't you?" I knew this was coming of course, had even expected it to some extent, but not to quite the extent that she was asking me. And still I hesitated. "Look, if you do this for me...for us, I promise you this, no matter what happens after this, I will never again hold anything against you, or ever ask you, or require from you any favors. Just this one...this one big one. We need you to do this for us Jack, so we can be accepted. It's really not that big of a deal. All you do is show up, once the group accepts you as a worthwhile candidate, you then get naked...and simply jerk yourself off in front of everyone. You don't have to worry about any of them doing anything to you. All we'll do is watch...until you come. After you do, you can leave. That's it!" "That's it. I just walk in...drop drawers, jerk off and come. And then leave." "Yep...basically pretty simple really." I didn't see it as being all that simple myself. But under the circumstances, I didn't exactly see any way out of it either. "When?" "Friday night, eight o'clock...I'll give you directions on how to get there. So, will you Jack? Will you agree to do this for me? For my friends?" I knew Darcy had to work until nine tomorrow night, putting her home around ten or ten thirty at the latest. Hopefully, if I did this...it wouldn't take all that long. Though standing there in front of a strange group of girls, me naked...them watching me trying to get myself off, might prove to be a bit more difficult and stressful than I could ever imagine. "If I do this for you...you promise, we're even after that? No more anyone owing anyone anything right?" "After you do this for me...then right, we're even. I promise." I considered it a moment more, and then figured there wasn't much else I could do about it, but agree to go along. "Ok, I will. I'll do it for you even though it's against my better judgment." Chris squealed excitedly, reaching over giving me a quick hug even though I was driving, forcing me to swerve just a little. She then settled back into her seat, though as she did, she started doing something else I hadn't planned on...especially as we were only a few blocks away from the store now. She was wearing a skirt, which I just then noticed, though noticing a lot more as she turned slightly towards me spreading her legs. She didn't have any panties on. "I enjoyed watching you...now you can enjoy watching me. Though please...try to keep your eyes on the road while you do too. I'd hate having us end up in a ditch somewhere before I manage to come for you." ** I continued to drive, periodically looking over towards her as she played with herself. The sounds now easily heard as her cunt got juicier and juicier. The slickness of her fingers working in and out of herself, often tasting it, before slipping them back in again, still fingering, still fucking her cunt. "We're here," I announced pulling into the lot. "Sok, I'll stay out here and wait for you," she smiled. "Don't want to have to start all over again...so I'll keep the motor running," she laughed as she continued to manipulate her clit even more obscenely, holding it between two fingers, working it up and down as though she were jacking it off. "Fuck me," I said climbing out of the car and then hurried inside to get the wine before someone came by and saw what she was doing. She was still going at it when I did return, climbing back into the seat, starting the car after putting the bag with the wine in it between us. I began backing out of the lot again, as she reached over removing one of the bottles. I glanced over, and then realized what she was doing with it. "Jesus! Chris!" I said once again swerving the car. "Just what I needed," she quipped as I watched her slide the neck of the bottle inside herself. She began seriously fucking herself now, those same slick juicy sounds being heard again, even more so than before. With two hands, she plunged the bottle in and out of her cunt, her breath coming ragged and heavy. I sat driving with a stiff prick once again, watching her, stunned that she was doing this for one thing, and equally surprised that I found myself actually getting off on it. Two blocks from the house she came, just in the nick of time as I pulled into the drive. By now at least, she had straightened herself up again, jumping out of the car heading into the house having put the bottle back into the sack once again, taking it inside. It took a moment longer for me before I could follow her. Still partially erect even then, at least it wasn't tenting my pants out as I walked up the steps entering the house. Chris was already helping Darcy to set the table. I looked over towards Maxine who was just then reaching into the sack removing the two bottles of wine. She held one up, looked at it for a moment, and then sniffed it. "Hmm, interesting vintage," she said glancing towards me, and then over towards Chris. "It'll be interesting to see what it tastes like...bet you were wondering the same thing yourself...weren't you Jack?" She asked. I felt my face turn crimson a little as she handed me the corkscrew. She chuckled to herself turning back towards the stove. ** Like I said in the beginning. Here I now stood, in a room full of women...naked, working my prick for them while they watched. It some ways, it felt like a dream. How I had got here, everything leading up to this moment seemed like such a long time ago. Amazed that I was in the first place, my young sister and her two friends standing off to one side nearer the back than the front, my prick about as hard as it had ever been, and now...enjoying myself as I stood there. It had been easy enough to find, arriving well before the appointed time, Chris, Mandy and Cynthia all standing outside waiting for me. "Nervous?" She'd asked. "Hell yes...wouldn't you be?" She laughed at that. "Don't be...it won't be nearly as bad as you think it will. Try and relax, have fun with it even...you'll like the girls, and like I said, they won't make you do anything you're too uncomfortable with. Just try and follow instructions...for me, for us," she said turning towards her friends. "I'll try," I told her meaning it, though I still didn't know what was totally in store for me of course, figuring that Chris wasn't telling me everything, which honestly wasn't much of a surprise. They soon led me inside the building, the Sorority itself as evidenced by the Greek lettering and signs nearly everywhere. Chris and her friends then led me up a flight of stairs, and then up another one. "One more...this one leads up into the attic area," she informed me. "They're waiting for us up there." I followed behind, Chris leading, and then entered the room. It was clean, spacious and obviously decorated for formal and semi formal meetings perhaps. A small platform stood off to one side, and I was led towards it. The room was indeed filled with several young women, though three chairs seemed to be centrally located in front of the platform on which I now found myself standing. The young women seated in front of me now introduced themselves after conferring together first, nodding their heads in agreement, and then nodding what was obviously approval towards Chris and her friends. I saw my sister smile appreciatively, obviously relieved. "I am Jessica, this is Diane, and Samantha," she said introducing the three of them to myself. "You do know why you're here yes?" "Yes," I answered simply. "Good. Are you willing then to do for us as we ask you to do, without question?" I thought, but saw no real alternatives here. And besides, the sooner we got on with it, the sooner I could leave. Once again I nodded my head yes. My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 04 "Before we begin then, it's important for you to know. If one of the three of us ask you a question, or ask you to do something specific, you are again to do so without question. If you do question, or refuse, that will be one strike against you, and against them," she said once again looking back at my sister and her friends. "Three strikes...you're out, and so are they. Understood?" For the first time, I saw a look of real uncertainty in my sisters face, her own nervousness clearly showing through. I right then and there made up my mind to do whatever I had to, in order to get through this for one thing, and not disappoint her for another. I had no real idea what was in store for me, but had now made up my mind to leave here without any strikes against me, or them if I could possibly help it. Satisfied, Jessica once again spoke briefly with the other two women, though what they said I couldn't hear as they finally came to a consensus. "You may remove your clothes now," Jessica told me. I was indeed nervous, all three women were very sexy, strikingly beautiful in fact. I had worn very little in preparation for this, deciding a head of time that the less I had to wear, the easier it would be to get undressed, and then redressed again afterwards. I pulled the fresh clean tee shirt over my head, and then undid my jeans, stepping out of them. I was naked. After a moment or two of almost unbearable scrutiny, the girls once again nodded their heads in approval, even though I was entirely flaccid...still nervous standing there like this in front of so many attractive, and still very dressed women. "You now have ten minutes to get hard...without using your hands. If you can't, that will be your first strike. After ten minutes, you may then use your hands, but you will only have five minutes in order to make yourself hard. Understood?" "Yes...I understand," I responded back, once again glancing over the heads of so many young girls sitting there looking at me, quickly finding Chris, her eyes almost pleading with me to get hard for her. That first minute passed without much happening, a few snickers and giggles within the room, though a simple glance from the three soon quieted everyone down again. I closed my eyes...thinking back now. How I had gotten here in the first place? What had happened since all this had begun, that crazy conversation with my wife, that day in Maxine's sewing room...the tequila of course, and finally...watching Chris fuck herself with the wine bottle. "Very nice...and in less than three minutes too!" Jessica announced. "You pass the first test. Now...for the second one. As you know, you are here representing three of our possible sisters. You came here knowingly, and willingly on their behalf. But I must now tell you, you're not here to simply jerk off...come, and then leave. What we expect and require of you...is to convince us, that you truly are pleasuring yourself...for us, while we watch you. In other words, we want to see you actually enjoy doing it. You must convince us that you are. Do things to yourself while we look on, that you only usually do in the privacy of your own room perhaps. Touch yourself in ways...that you perhaps have not done, shown, or shared with anyone else. Make us believe you are truly enjoying your own body. And finally...do not climax, do not come without asking permission from us in doing so first. Make us believe." It was interesting. When very often alone, I did do things, tried things, touched myself in differing ways to bring about unique sensations. Very often which I didn't do, or hadn't done...even in front of my wife, let alone Maxine, or Chris for that matter. I began doing so now. Keeping my eyes closed helped for a moment while doing that, but pretty soon one of the three girls decided they wanted me to do it...with my eyes open. It was the redhead with the gigantic breasts that were nearly spilling out of the low cut blouse she was wearing...Diane was her name, that then told me to open them. "I want you looking at us," she told me. "So please...open your eyes as you do this, let us see you...and you seeing us as we look at you." She had said it almost formally, as though speaking an incantation or a chant even. I stood, palming the knob of my prick, not simply or merely working my shaft up and down with my hand, but palming it, rubbing the tip, encircling it around and around. "Very nice," Jessica commented. "And why is it you do that? What is it about touching yourself in that way, that you particularly enjoy?" "Because it feels good..." wasn't the answer I figured they wanted to hear. The question as asked, in the way it was asked, had an underlying tone to it, perhaps the lustiness in her voice hinting at me, that what they wanted...what she wanted, was a lot more than that. "Because doing this at first...makes me even more aroused, very horny...very wicked and naughty feeling," I said speaking candidly, surprising her with my answer perhaps. I saw the bemused smile in her eyes upon hearing that. She nodded her head, once again conferring with the other two. "How else do you enjoy touching and pleasuring yourself...what is it that you think about while you do? What fantasies or thoughts do you entertain?" Samantha questioned. She too was a bit of a busty blonde, though not quite so much as Diane was, or even Jessica, closer to Chris's nice breasts perhaps, which I envisioned now, glancing once again across the room at her. This time seeing her smile, pleased with the performance I was giving at least. I now split two fingers running them over the tip of my cock and then along down the sides, scissoring my prick as I did so, and then bringing them back up again. It was a gentle tease, firm yet soft, a quick flip of each against the tip of my cock, and then down again. "This feels a little like the sensation of two women's tongues licking me, their lips kissing me...kissing my shaft, one on one side, one on the other. And then kissing one another, my cock sandwiched in between the two of them. I have very often fantasized about Chris doing this to me...kissing and licking my cock like this, though she never has." Once again I saw a rather surprised look in her face, though she smiled, even perhaps blushing a little. Glancing around, I now noticed several girls seemed to be squirming in their seats, a few hushed whispered words, even a few breathless sighs...but no more giggling. Even Samantha's hand had come up, cupping one of her breasts through her clothing as she sat there in front of me. I don't even think she was fully aware that she had. "And what else is it that you like to do to your cock...and why?" Jessica asked, her voice actually quivering a little as she asked the question. "I like to make it dance." "Dance?" She asked curiously. "Yes dance. It amuses me. I like the way it feels when it's as hard as it is...as it is now. I can control it better, cause it to twitch, to lurch, to throb even, and yes dance...all without using my hands." I began doing so, letting go of it, now standing there hands by my side, moving my cock with just muscle control, letting it bounce, twitch, dance and rock from side to side, all without moving a muscle anywhere else. In a way, it was like being the cobra, only I was the one hypnotizing the musician...or in this case, musicians. By now...Samantha was not only fondling her own breast, but she had made a fist, placing it firmly against herself down between her legs. Diane too seemed to be casually toying with herself, as many others within the room had begun doing as well in one form or another. Including Chris and her two friends, standing against the far wall. She had lifted her short mini skirt, and though to my surprise was actually wearing panties, I could see her finger pressing inwards against the material. "And...ah, ah...what, ah...what else do you enjoy doing to ah...yourself?" Jessica asked likewise squirming a bit more in her own seat, though so far, unlike her two companions, hadn't as yet touched herself provocatively, though I noticed her hands all but clamped down on the arms of her chair, as though trying to hold on. "When I am really aroused...like I'm getting now, I like to really spank it...slap it, let it sting a little. Feel the sensations, the intensity, how hard it really is now...like steel, knowing how good it would feel, sliding in and out of a nice wet succulent slick pussy." I slapped my cock, bending it off to one side, slapping it again, seeing it bounce this way and that way. I pulled on it firmly, letting it go...watching it bounce back slapping against my chest, and then hitting it again, this time rapidly with both hands, both hands now a blur as I stood there pummeling my own cock like a punching bag for a moment. As I stood doing that, I glanced around again. Many of the girls now openly masturbating, several in fact fingering one another. I could hear the sounds of the girls sighing and moaning pleasurably, once again catching Chris, Mandy now rubbing Chris's pussy for her as she had lifted up her top, baring her breasts, touching and caressing them, as now many of them had. "Make it slick, I want to hear it!" Jessica all but demanded, having to speak even more loudly now, no longer able to drown out the constant reverberating murmuring and passionate sounds now filtering through the room. "Spit on it!" "I don't need to," I said looking directly at her now, grinning slightly as I wrapped my hand around my steel-hard cock, squeezing it. As I knew and suspected...I felt the ooze of a nice fat droplet of juice emerge from the head. I didn't need to look to know it was a nice big juicy one either...Jessica's eyes told me that as she sat there staring at it, her mouth open. Only then did I look down, delighted to see it just then easing away from the tip of my prick. A nice thin line of cum-drool slowly stretching towards the floor as though a spider might actually be spinning it. I grinned inwardly, seeing Jessica's hands suddenly move away from the arms of the chair, almost as though she were about to reach out for it. But I did so instead, wrapping the line of my own cream around my finger...twice. And then smearing it over the head, adding more juice as I did so, making it slick. I now pumped my prick in a more normal fashion, slowly however...up and down. As I did, I ensured that my lubrications continued to flow, adding to the squishy, slick slippery sounds I began making. "That what you had in mind?" I now asked. The look in her eyes, along with her two friends was almost wild...Samantha having given up all pretense, unzipping her jeans, her hand far down inside them now as she sat fingering herself uninhibitedly, one breast fully bare which she'd simply revealed, lifting it up and easily out of the bra she'd been wearing. Diane too, had bared her own breasts, simply lifting her blouse, having worn no bra, and now sat cupping and holding her breasts, teasing them. "How'd you like to feel my cum squirting all over your tits?" I asked her looking at her, and then looking at Jessica, asking the same. "How about you? How'd you like to see me squirt? See me shoot? See me drench those nice big titties of yours? Come on...show me, show them to me...let me see them so I can squirt on them for you if you'd like me to." "Are you....are you asking for permission then? To come?" She questioned, her voice clipped, sounding out of breath as she did so. "Not until I see your tits," I answered her back directly. "Or hear the sounds of your own squishy, juicy cunt...then maybe I'll be ready to do that." I quickly produced another nice fat droplet, letting it form up on the head. Turning slightly, I then bent my prick as far as I could, only then letting it go. I felt it spring, felt it bounce, and watched it launch a bubble of pearly slick juice. Amazingly, it landed directly against her lips. It surprised her, her eyes suddenly going wide, her finger coming up, touching the very spot, and then tasting it. Her hand came down, and one by one, undid the buttons on the blouse she was wearing. "To me! To me!" Samantha cried out suddenly having seen what I'd just done. I produced another, turning again, bending my cock...launching it. This too hit her as well, as though I had planned it, aimed it...hitting her directly between her breasts. Just as Jessica had done, Samantha reached down, easily locating the tiny wet spot of pre-cum fuck juice I'd hit her with. She rubbed her fingers in it, feeling the pearly-like texture, rubbing it between, and then placed that against her hard extended nipple...rubbing that. The noise level had increased dramatically, almost out of control now. Several girls standing...watching, amusing and abusing themselves, or one another. I looked back at Jessica, both breasts now bare...tempting me with a delicious looking target, two targets, areolas as big as pancakes capping each breast, nipples as thick as thimbles, and just as long, protruding off each breast. "Go on...let me hear you," I challenged. "Are you wet enough yet? Wet enough to even take this cock? Feel it thrust deeply inside you, spearing your wet juicy split? Is it? Is it?" I watched as she thrust two fingers inside herself, heard the 'phuck' sound she made as she pummeled her pussy, which I could still hear even above the much louder sounds and noise in the room now. Girls crying out in ecstasy, one or two even climaxing perhaps, sounds of laughter now, release...and yet, Jessica's cunt...her squishy slick slurpy cunt as she now added yet a third finger, openly impaling herself. "Come on my tits...squirt on me, go on...do it! Do it! Do it!" And though I was close, I somehow held on, my eyes locked on hers..."No...you come. You squirt...you come for me!" I said in return. Truly her eyes were indeed wild looking even more so than before, though Samantha too looked as though she was possessed. "My tits! My tits! Come on me!" She suddenly screamed out, lurching from her seat, heading towards me. Her action perhaps startling me hovering on the edge...I actually spurted, that first shot hitting her squarely between the eyes. She faltered as though in shock, struck by a bullet, just as the next enormous jettison of my cum-cream split the air. This one Diane turned to receive, but then pushed out of the way as Samantha launched herself at it, at the other girl. Another, another...my cock throwing out ribbon's of sperm like a fucking flamethrower sweeping the area. Jessica too now stood, almost Zombie like, pushing her two friends out of the way, scrambling now towards me as my cock continued to spurt streamer after streamer of precious cum cream towards them. Samantha had grabbed Jessica, pulling her back, halting her advance, and then charged. Diane did the same, at first making a grab for her, but then giving up, charging towards the small stage I was standing on. And then...so did Jessica, all three nearly at once making a spectacle of themselves, reaching for, trying to grab my stiff throbbing cock as I stepped off to one side like a matador at a bull fight, cum still dripping from the tip though my orgasmic battering of them was nearly over. As though in slow motion, I stood... watching the three of them stumbling, and then falling, collapsing against one another, fighting, pushing yanking on one another trying to disentangle themselves from one another still trying to reach me. And then all hell broke loose. ** It was like a crashing sea of women as the tide suddenly rushed forward, chairs toppling over, shouts and cries of women gone berserk. Diane, Samantha and Jessica unscrambling from one another, trying to regain their position, still reaching, though others had now joined them on the stage, many getting in their way as others fought through, still grabbing at me, some actually wrapping themselves around my legs now, trying to pull me down. I knew then, I was in real serious trouble here. "Get off! Get off him you crazy fucking bitches!" It was the sound of Chris's voice, somehow having made her way through the tidal wave of lusty, mad driven women. Pushing, pulling, fighting her way through finally reaching me, as had both of her friends, each one with a look of wild-eyed terror in their eyes. "We've got to get out of here," she screamed at me...pulling me along, though still naked, somehow managing to reach down, grabbing my pants at least, though there was no time to put them on now as the four of us broke away, reaching the door and then fleeing down the stairway below us. Just behind, several women chasing, still screaming and yelling as we finally made the door spilling out onto the sidewalk below. "I'll go with Jack," Chris screamed at her friends. "Go! Go! I'll call you tomorrow!" I had parked only a short distance away, but it was still a flight almost for our lives, me...still naked, though at least carrying my pants now, fishing for my keys as Chris and I made it safely to the car. Wild screaming girls now running down the street after us, though still at a safe distance away as I fired up the engine, hit the gas flooring it, and squealed off down the road tires burning, fishtailing as we drove away. "Holy fucking shit!" I exclaimed looking back into the rearview mirror as the girls finally stood in the middle of the road having given up the chase. "What the hell happened anyway?" "I think it had something to do with that mesmerizing dick of yours...who the fuck knows? All I know is this, I wasn't about to let a bunch of crazy-assed bitches hurt or injure anyone I care about...Sorority, or no Sorority." "You do know...that probably ended it for you." "Yeah...I know, but honestly? I really don't care. The three of us will start our own fucking Sorority if we have to. But I wasn't about to let those sex-crazed girls hurt or injure you either. Had they done that, my sister...your wife, would have given it to me worse than what happened here tonight...not to mention mom. No Jack...no way in hell was I going to let that happen to you...no fucking way." "Thanks Chris...that means a lot. But...we're still even right? Regardless of what just happened?" "Yeah, we're even," she laughed taking a deep breath. "We're certainly that." ** I dropped Chris off at the door, taking only long enough to jump back into my pants again making it home only minutes before Darcy arrived. By then I had calmed down sufficiently, sitting in front of the TV drinking a beer, most of which I had managed to down in one gulp. "Hey baby...how was your evening?" "Oh you know...same ole, same ole," I said kissing her as she walked over giving me an affectionate hug from behind. "That boring huh?" "Oh yeah...very." "Well, how'd you like some excitement then? Give me a chance to wash and freshen up a little...meet you upstairs in the bedroom...say ten? Fifteen minutes?" I smiled at her nodding my head, and then as I'd earlier planned for, but hadn't needed, I popped a Viagra. ** We spent the better part of the following morning hauling up stuff to Maxine's new sewing room where she put it away. Utilizing all the various crooks and crannies I had built for her. By noon, it was done. "Why don't you go down, take a little nap for a while," Maxine told me. "Later on...I want to give you something for all the hard work you've done, a little gift," she informed me. "You don't have to give me anything mom, I was glad to do it." "Nonsense, run along, take a nap. See that he does Darcy...he's earned it," she said to my wife. "We'll call you...wake you up later, after you've had some rest." I actually did that, passing out on the couch, waking several hours later, though only when Chris came down shaking me awake. My Own Fucking Fault Ch. 04 "You ok?" She asked somewhat concernedly. I was glad we had a moment. "I'm fine...you?" "Good." "How's your friends? They ok?" "Yeah...a little disappointed perhaps, we all are. But...we're also glad we got you out of there, and that nothing seriously bad happened. It really could have you know, that got just a little weird." "Weird? You call that weird?" I laughed looking back on everything. "Yeah...well maybe so. Anyway...where's your mom and Darcy?" "Where do you think? Upstairs in the sewing room. They told me to come down and get you." "Ok, tell them I'll be there in a minute or so...I need to take a pee first." Chris hugged me, and then left heading upstairs as I raced off into the bathroom to take a leak. I soon after climbed the stairs, going towards the now finished sewing room, glad that this might hopefully be the last time I ever went in there again. ** As I walked in the door, I nearly tripped over myself. Earlier, we had hauled up Maxine's "napping couch" as she called it. It was an overly large sized couch that filled an entire wall next to the window. All three of them were currently sitting on it. And all three of them were entirely naked. But the additional shock came from the way they were all actually sitting on the couch. Long enough for there to be a bit of space between them, all three sat with their feet likewise on the couch, knees bent, legs spread obscenely so. And all three were sitting there touching themselves when I came walking in. Words failed me. "Surprise! Didn't think you'd ever see the day did you?" Maxine laughed seeing my stunned expression as I continued to simply stand there taking all this in. "Someone want to tell me what the hell's going on here?" I asked...not that I really minded...but. Now my wife laughed seeing my still confused look. "You really didn't think we'd actually do anything behind one another's backs now did you? Really?" "You...you knew? You...planned this? Did all this?" "Start to finish!" Darcy laughed again, all three still playfully petting and caressing themselves while I stood there mouth agape, eyes as big around as saucers. "Early on after talking to mom when all this began, I thought it might be a fun...an interesting way to keep you entertained while doing this. Obviously...it was, for all of us." "So that...that story about your mom? Your worries and fears?" "Oh, that was real enough...I did tell her I was concerned that she didn't seem as happy as she had been, which is when I suggested doing this. Took me a while to convince her to go along with all of it, but when she finally did...well," Darcy and Maxine laughed looking at one another. "She really got into her role." "No shit," I said looking over at Chris. "And obviously you too?" I noticed however she had a semi worried look in her eyes. Almost immediately I knew the initiation fiasco hadn't been a part of this, so I just smiled her way giving her a quick wink. Seeing the relief in her face, I knew then that Chris now owed me one! Though I didn't plan on collecting on it at this point either. But it would make for a nice insurance policy...just in case. "Anyway...just so you know, and provided you're ok with it...I told mom that she can borrow you from time to time, whenever she gets the urge, or wants to indulge a desire or fantasy here and there. She's not ready to settle down or get serious with another man yet, so for the time being anyway...I figured as long as she had some kind of outlet for her needs..." She grinned. "And besides, you're starting to wear me out. You and that constantly hard cock of yours. I could use a little relief once in a while. As for Chris...well, Chris is Chris always will be. I also figured as much as she loves to tease and torture you half the time running around the way she does, she might just as well do so with my blessings rather than make a big deal out of it. Aside from a little harmless fondling on occasion, or doing things like this, she's assured me that's all she'd enjoy continuing to do, being her normal everyday self. So anyway...here we are, what do you think about your gift? Your surprise?" "What I think is...this just became my favorite room in the entire house!" Once again the girls laughed, me joining them as the realization of everything that had gone on really began sinking in. "Oh and Jack? One more thing..." Darcy began. "Take out your cock!" All three then said in unison. -End-