Debbie and Hannah

I decided to keep a low profile for a couple of weeks, especially as Anthea hadn't banged on my door on her free mornings. I used the back entrance of the flats and the stairs to avoid any difficult confrontations with Debbie or Anthea. I am worrying in case they hated me, or I did something wrong, how would they treat me, had our friendships changed. I guess I was feeling guilty, but it was them who took advantage of me. I didn't mind of course.

I had no choice to visit the shop, mum had a list of shopping she needed. Nervous as hell, I venture across the road and enter the shop. Debbie is wearing an all black outfit as usual but a pair of trousers, blouse and cardigan. She looks okay in a pony tail too.

I don't know what I am expecting but she smiles and my fears and worry vanish when she says, "Hi Martin. How are you?"

"I'm good thanks, how are you."

"I've been worrying, thought you were avoiding me after what happened. Thought I did something wrong. Upset you or something."

"No. Just been busy really," I lied, "You've done nothing wrong. Thought I did something wrong and you'd be angry."

"God no, you were great. But you didn't look too happy when you left."

"I was disappointed by the way it ended, I must admit. But that wasn't your fault Deb. I'd do all that again given the chance."

"Really?" she says with a sparkle in her eyes.

"Yes honey, of course."

"So we're all good then?"

"Yes. We're good babe."

"Good," she answers looking relived, "Because I'm still wanting to make it up to you."

"You don't have too."

"I do. I missed out on something too remember."

She changes subject and we chat for a few more minutes before other customers need attention so feeling a lot better about the situation, I stroll around the shop collecting items on mums list. We chat again when she serves me.

Not that it was any of my business but she tells me there had been some family problems and Anthea had moved in with her Dad for a while, it was a complex situation but it at least explained why Anthea had not visited me during her free mornings.

Two people came into the shop, it was her mum and Hannah. Hannah is looking sexually appealing wearing a black mid thigh skirt, white blouse, black jacket and thick soled shoes that made her two inches taller. Her hair is neatly tied back and she is wearing make up, nice jewelry and she looks more like a school girl than a shop worker.

I can't help myself and look at her, admiring her sex appeal. She stares at me as I scan her body and smile approvingly. Hannah's eyes flick at me and she looks away embarrassed. I then remember her sister Debbie is at the counter so quickly grab my shopping bag and say my 'goodbyes' to Debbie and make towards the door.

I smile and nod at Mrs Marchant who says, "Martin, glad I've caught you. I spoke to your mum this morning, she tells me you're not working this Sunday."

"That's right, I'm rest day".

"I've never thanked you properly for sorting out that leak so you and your mum are coming down for dinner this Sunday. It's only a casserole."

I can see Hannah twiddling with her hair with one hand and looking up in the air at something interesting ignoring me as I chat to her mum. I smile and say that I would be delighted, not able to think of an excuse to refuse. I didn't want to upset her or my mum, but the prospect of spending an evening with Debbie and Hannah wasn't appealing for different reasons and something I wasn't looking forward too.

Mrs Marchant walks down an isle with Hannah following behind. I scan Hannah again, she is standing next to her mum looking at some items, she looks round and catches me eyeing her. She responds with a stare and continues looking at something. I leave the shop with mixed thoughts.

The next morning I am back in the shop, I need cigarettes. Debbie is acting coy, not saying much and treating me like a stranger. I am concerned, "Are you alright honey?"

Debbie hesitates for a moment, the first time I'd known her not to speak her mind straight away, "You fancy my sister then, saw you ogling at her?"

Oh damn. I've already told Debbie they look very similar so saying 'no' might be the wrong answer and saying 'Yes' could be too, diplomatic then, and answer with a grin, "She looks just like you, very sexy."

Debbie smiles and flirts, "Hmm, glad you said that mister, thought you'd gone off me!"

"No chance honey. Do you anytime."

"Oh yeah. Do me, that sounds nice," she says smiling, "And what does 'do me' actually mean?"

She is grinning at me, enjoying the awkwardness I am in. I don't know what I meant so decide to go straight for, "Pretty much what we were going to do."

Smiling she says, "Hmm, that's naughty and sounds great but what about my sister?"

"I don't think she likes me."

Debbie laughs shaking her head, "She's just shy." There was something else, I could sense it, but if she wasn't going to say, then all well and good.

I bid her farewell and leave the shop feeling a lot better.

SUNDAY.

I washed and put clean underwear on, a nice pair of trousers and decent tee shirt. I hoped I wasn't under dressed, but at least I made an effort. Together with mum, we make our way down to the ground floor and bang on the door. Mrs Marchant lets us in telling us to make ourselves comfortable in the front room.

Debbie comes in from the shop, she has purchased some wine and tins of beer. I didn't recognize her at first. Her hair is neatly tied back in a pony tail and she is wearing a dark blue dress, and high soled shoes similar to what her sister was wearing.

I scan her when she comes into the front room, she has put on a little eyeliner and we exchange a few words and compliment each other on our attires. She admits she's been out with a friend.

The dinning table has been pulled out into the middle of the front room and place mats and cutlery set out along with a jug of water and other condiments. The casserole smells delicious. My mum assists Mrs Marchant while Debbie flits around doing whatever. I am allowed to watch the TV, so find something interesting to watch.

Just before dinner is served, Hannah arrives home from work wearing pretty much what she was wearing the other day, I smile scanning her having dirty thoughts. My glances don't go un-noticed. Hannah just ignored me while Debbie glares at me looking annoyed. I grin at Debbie and scan her, I lick my lips for no particular reason and Debbie responds with a dirty smile that I didn't catch on too at the time.

The dining table is round that folds in half and I find myself between the two mums, the girls virtually opposite me. Wine served and chatting away, the meal is great and makes a change from the traditional Roast. The two mums are chatting with the rest of us joining in when prompted. I discover they are moving again, this time into a more suitable house and Debbie has taken a new job while Hannah is seeking a transfer. The general chatter continues and It's apparent, the two mums are going off to bingo in the evening, I certainly didn't want to go, found it boring in fact. There is a wild life program on that I wanted to watch later I explained.

The wine bottle is empty when I reached for it. Mrs Marchant tells me there are some beers that they'd got me and asks Debbie to get them. She goes off to retrieve them and shoves a couple of cans of beer in my hands and at the same time Hannah goes off and brings in a couple of opened bottles of spirits, "Here, might as well finish these off."

I am happy, knocking back the contents of a brandy bottle and whatever the clear stuff was and following that with beer. My head starts to go fuzzy, but the meal was over and done now and the elder women excuse themselves and head off onto the small patio for a smoke.

Hannah has started to clear the table. Debbie still sitting opposite me grins lovingly, "You fancy some pus..." and starts to cough for several seconds.

I grin and answer, "Yes. I do fancy some pussy."

Debbie laughs, "Pudding. I was going to say pudding you dirty minded bugger."

"Oh sorry. Yes please. Too both," I answer as my head spins.

"Both?"

"Yes, pudding and pussy." I heard myself say without any real meaning.

Without further comment, Debbie walks away from the table, my eyes following her slim arse out the door. There is trifle for pudding and thought it was rude not to have some, but I was the only one. I sit at the table consuming a good helping of desert while the two mums relax chatting on the sofa and the girls do some chores.

My head is banging, I am instructed to sit on the sofa and hear echoing sounds of "That will teach you mixing your drinks". I squeeze my eyes shut and block out the voices.

However much I try to block them out, I can still hear them, it is Debbie and Hannah. I open my eyes and had a feeling they were talking about me. They are laughing and joking. Hannah has come out her shell and she is definitely flirting and so too is Debbie.

The elder women start to get their coats on, so it's time for me to go. I start to make my excuses but the girls, and Mrs Marchant say it's fine for me to stay a while. I decide to stay. The girls are whispering, giggling and flicking their eyes at me making me feel uncomfortable. Perhaps they too were a little tipsy with the wine and stuff. I couldn't make out what they were whispering, but guess that's why they were whispering.

"I think I better go." I say feeling out of place and still uncomfortable as I feared previously.

Debbie looks straight at me, "No, please don't go. We've got a surprise for you."

"Oh, what's that then?" I ask.

"Wouldn't be a surprise if we told you." Hannah answers flirting madly.

"Okay."

They go off together giggling while I sit on the sofa wondering what my surprise could be. I was soon to find out.

My jaw drops open and I am quickly aroused when Hannah and Debbie stroll into the front room. Both have their hair in two pigtailed plaits, and wearing blouses and mid thigh black skirts and thick soled shoes. They look like twins, but I guess that was the point.

"Martin, you can go if you really want too. But we want to suck your cock." Informs Debbie.

"Yes, and we want you to fuck us." Adds Hannah.

My head is spinning, did I hear right. I can't think of a single thing to say. They are standing in front of me and I scan from one to the other getting a full on erection. The mixed alcohol taking an effect on me and I cant think straight.

"You can do what you want to us." Announces Hannah, closing the front room door and flicking the light on.

I'm very aroused, very keen "I'm up for that."

"Good," answers Debbie as she walks across the room and pulls the curtains closed, "Treat us like dirty sluts."

The curtains are black and very thick and once pulled closed show no light through them. Hannah switches the TV off saying, "Yes. But be more fun in the dark sis. He won't know who's who."

Debbie flicks the light off making the room completely dark, I have no idea who is who now as they get on the sofa one either side of me.

I feel hands on my trousers as the girls un-hitch them, fingers and hands pulling out my stiff dick and both of them lean down, one licking my dick the other my balls. I am eager and keen but the girls stop me from any advances. They pull me onto the floor and I am suddenly naked.

I am thrilled when one sits on my face, she flips her skirt over me and I am happy licking away to my hearts content. The other one to my astonishment is sitting on my dick, I can feel her wet pussy slipping down my naked shaft, she increases pace spearing herself while I finger and lick her sisters sweet pussy.

As if co ordinated, the sisters cum together, spraying juice and deeply moaning their pleasure. "My turn to fuck him sis." The girls change places.

The process starts again, I feel a wet pussy stretching down my dick, the girl is keen, she is cow girl and grabs my knees and thrusts hard and fast down my dick while my tongue explores her sisters pussy that is already dripping.

As if by magic, the girls synchronize and cum together again, exploding noisily. The sister I was licking rolls onto the sofa on her back, her buttocks on the edge of the sofa and thighs wide. "Come and fuck me." She demands. I need no second invitation. On my knees I hold her legs up and wide and push my dick straight in.

I fuck her fast and hard until she cums.

The other sister is now on the sofa, in the same position, "Now my turn." I fuck her good and hard until she cums too. But I need to explode. I grab their pigtails and pull them down to my dick. They know what they have to do, both are sucking. My dick is aching.

My dick is hard and aching, my god it is painfully aching and thank goodness I'm nearly there. No. I wake up bursting for a pee. I surprise Debbie who is sitting on the sofa, "Oh, you're awake."

I'm blurry eyed, but questioning myself wasn't she just in a skirt and blouse. I dash out to the toilet. I relive myself still trying to separate fiction and real life, was I dreaming, I have no idea.

Debbie has put the kettle on by the time I return to the front room, she is wearing the blue dress she had on earlier, and her hair in a single pigtailed plait. I'm not sure what world I am.

Debbie brings in two mugs of coffee, "Here drink this." She hands me a mug of foul tasting black coffee, but things start to become more clear.

"Thank you. Sorry about that."

Debbie sits on the sofa sideways facing me, knees bent up under her chin, "Oh that's alright, nothing to be sorry about."

Things are slowly coming back to me, I remember dinner and pudding then I must have crashed out. Wow, what a dream I was having.

"You alright Mart?"

"Yes." I answer honestly, "Where is everybody?".

"Our mums are at bingo and Hannah went off to her girlfriends for the night."

"Oh." Hannah has a girlfriend, that would explain a lot I think to myself feeling stupid. "Sorry, I better get going then and leave you in peace."

Debbie grins, "You don't have to go, I could do with some company, at least finish your coffee".

Well perhaps I was being rude trying to dash off like that. Debbie is looking at me as I gulp another mouthful of foul tasting liquid. I am aware that the dark curtains are closed and the living room light is on.

After a short while she says, "You seemed surprised my sister has a girlfriend."

"Yes, that would explain a lot, I feel bad now."

"Oh don't be, she's shy as I've said the other day and she's a bit confused too. She's had a boyfriend and honestly she likes you, but not sure sexually, if that makes sense."

"Yes. Yes it does, thank you for explaining that."

"You're welcome."

We are scanning each other, there's an air of excitement, something is coming, I can feel it. Debbie fidgety and itching to say something, I can see it in her face. I can see doubt too, she is fighting and questioning herself.

"Can I say something?" she finally says.

"Yes of course. You can say anything you like, you know that."

"Since we were 14, my boyfriend has rarely licked my pussy, but expects blow jobs all the time."

"Oh. I'm sorry to hear that."

"Not your fault," she says with a put on grin. She's hesitating and scanning me again, then after a thoughtful moment, "I want you to do something."

"What's that honey?"

"I know you said you wanted pussy earlier and I want you lick me out, but I don't want to suck your cock."

I'm a bit slow to respond and for some reason hesitant, what am I going to get out of it, but I am feeling sorry for her.

"I know that's selfish but yes or no." She asks.

"Well yes of course I will."

With a smile she flicks the TV off with the remote then leans over the back of the sofa flicking the dimmer switch down to semi darkness, the light emitting an eerie, but erotic atmosphere. Telling me to move down, she shuffles onto her back pushing her knickers down to her ankles and pulling them off. She relaxes allowing her left knee to rest against the sofa back and her right dropping down to the right opening up her inner thighs and exposing her pussy.

I decide I'm going to make her wait, I lean over her and our eyes meet. We kiss with tongues that I find nice and loving. Instinct takes over and I slip a hand inside her dress feeling one her braless breasts. I suck on her neck kissing down to her chest and kiss in between her breasts. I pull one out holding it and kiss the bulk before tonguing the nipple and suckle on it. Her breathing increases rapidly with every kiss, pull, suck and squeeze.

Debbie groans softly, her eyes are closed as I explore her body working down to her waist. My nimble fingers gather up her dress exposing her thin stomach that I softly kiss working down to just above her pussy. She spreads her legs more allowing my adventure to pleasure her inner thighs continue and she gasps as my tongue teases her pubic mound.

Slowly and delicately, I lap her pussy lips with the tip of my tongue, deliberately teasing her. I spread her lips apart with my thumbs and ease my tongue inside scooping in and out. She loves that. I continue and increase pace. I kiss her pussy lips in turn and suckle on them and explore her inners with two fingers knuckle deep suckling on a breast again.

She shakes, moaning as my actions thrill her and I work back down to her pussy. Her pussy smells sweet and already juice and salvia is trickling down between her arse cheeks and making a wet patch on the sofa and inside the back of her dress. She groans loudly, her hands clamp my head and she pushes her buttocks up while she stiffens her wobbling thighs.

I tease her clit, my fingers squelching through the wetness and she moans loudly swearing as she floods again. The odor is strong and a little off putting but I brave it and eat her hard, she squeals and her pussy squirts in my mouth and over my hands and face. She pushes me away, "No more, I can't take it. You'll wear it out."

I retreat, pleased that I'd done a good job on her. I look at her happy face as she recovers and relaxes for a moment. The pleasure is obvious, the smile is one of satisfaction. She looks down at herself, "My god you've made my pussy so wet."

"Oh I'm sorry Deb."

She jumps up onto her feet saying, "No, you've made me cum three or four times you have nothing to apologise for. But I must go and wipe myself."

My mouth tastes foul, I need a drink and finish off a can off beer. Debbie comes back into the front room. She is flicking her eyebrows at me and looking even sexier for some reason. She comes straight over to where I am sitting and stands in front of me.

"Get your dick out, going to sort you out." She demands getting closer.

I keenly undo my trousers and extract my erection. She is looking at it and at the same time one of her hands has gone between her legs and her fingers rub her pussy.

"She drops a small square packet into my lap, "Put that on." It is a condom. I quickly get it out the packet and roll it on.

She grips my dick and slides onto the sofa on her knees with my knees between hers. I can feel her hands juggling and positioning my dick and she is raising herself up.

She sinks slowly down my shaft all the way to the base. "Don't you dare move, your big. Let me do all the work."

I am happy, she wraps her arms around my neck and slowly rides me. "Will you be honest with me."

"Yes of course."

"How many girls have you licked out."

"Just you," I answer feeling inadequate and embarrassed.

Debbie grins, "Oh really," and rides me at a slightly quickened pace, "You're very good. Made me cum so quickly."

"Thanks. You're a great sucker and teacher. Made me even stiffer when you were sucking me, felt so nice."

"Good. So how many have you fucked?"

"Just one, and she fucked me."

She rides me harder, "Oh yeah," she says her eyes boring into mine, "Why do you like me?"

"Because you look so gorgeous and sexy, I was drawn to you and my dick just goes hard when I see you."

She thrusts even quicker, "Really?"

"Yes, really."

"But I wear tatty clothes most of the time and look awful. "

"But that turns me on, the natural look, but you do look sexier with you hair done up nice."

She draws back and bounces down the full length again starting to moan and her breathing becomes erratic, she keeps going and her face and moaning confirm she's cum.

She keeps riding me fast and hard, my hands now exploring her breasts, she slows and rocks on my dick, then eases off me. She makes for the table and bending forwards over it gathers her hair and looks back at me.

Nothing needs to be said, I jump up onto my feet and get straight behind her. She offers me her hair that I take and twist around my hand and discover my dick has magically found its own way back inside her wet pussy, I push all the way and thrust hard enjoying myself giving her all nine inches and feel my balls slapping her.

She is moaning loudly to fuck the life out of her, so increasing pace I pound her hard pushing her head down into the table, she is breathless and groaning nosily, the only other sound is the rapid banging of the table against the wall. Then suddenly it feels different, something is wrong. I pull out, the condom is hanging off my dick in shreds, "It's broken."

Debbie straightens her face concerned, "What has?"

"The durex." I answer stepping backwards a few paces as she fully turns around. Debbie pulls the tattered remains off and ushers me into a sitting on the edge of the sofa, I'm expecting her mouth but she surprises when she slides onto my naked dick and thrusts as she did before.

She grabs my hands and guides them onto her arse cheek's thrusting wildly, we are fucking fast and hard. Her momentum has caused me onto my back and I can't move much. Debbie continues at pace, her juices being forced out of her as she slams down on my aching dick. I can feel it building, "I'm going to..." Debbie puts a hand on my mouth, "I don't care," she whimpers slowing her pace slightly.

"Fuck." I feel that unmistakable sensation and joyous feeling as my cum shoots out in a long thick stream. Debbie grinds down into me and eases back thumping down extracting the full contents of my balls.

"Wow," she smiles, "I will be dripping for a week by the feel of that."

"Oh. I'm sorry."

"Oh shut up. " She leans forwards and places a kiss on my mouth then eases off my floppy dick. "Your treat." She tells me.

Cum and juice messily covers my lap and she has stringy strands hanging out of her. She collects her knickers and departs for the toilet I assume. I clean myself with the towel she'd brought in earlier.

Debbie now in her jeans asks, "Do you want a coffee or tea?" as if nothing had happened between us.