I was The MILF Next Door! Pt. 02

It might be as well to read Part 1 to get a sense of the relationships between these neighbours and families.

This is the second part to the hedonistic tale of a hot summer in the UK. I'd gone completely off the rails and I knew it would ultimately end in tears. How complicated it would become I hadn't realised.

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Monday.

Crouching on my knees with my face buried in a pillow and my neighbour's son ejaculating inside me is not my usual start to a working week!

"For fuck's sake Jimmy, you're insatiable!"

I was out of breath as I collapsed sideways glazed in our perspiration. I looked up and he was kneeling, spunk still dripping from his cock with a satisfied grin on his face.

"I can't help it," he said, "I wanted you and I know mum and dad won't be home until after eleven."

I sat up. "Look, we've got to act as normally as we can. When we swapped numbers it was for important texts only, if you keep messaging they'll get really suspicious."

He grinned again and curled up beside me.

"It's okay I get texts and stuff all day long."

"Yes but they've only got to see one of them!"

"That's why you're Caitlin in my phone!"

I laughed, "CAITLIN! Oh my god... I'm a Caitlin!"

"What's wrong with that? She's actually a good friend."

"Well don't get me mixed up with her for god's sake."

I shifted and felt Jimmys spunk seeping out onto the sheets.

He turned towards me too. We were face to face and half cuddling. I looked at him earnestly.

"This week is going to be difficult, you do know that?"

He nodded, and I added, "I might be able to see you on Wednesday, I'm working from home then but your mum's birthday 'do' is on Friday and that's gonna be a whole different ball game. For god's sake don't drink too much and let the cat out of the bag, and certainly don't try anything on with me, stay away from me as much as possible."

He chuckled, "That'll be really difficult!"

"Hmmmmm" I pondered... "well if you want this to go on you'll have to rein it in."

He leaned in to kiss me and it was a very gentle soft kiss.

"Fucking me at six 'o clock on a Monday morning is not going to be a regular thing! If we're meeting it's got to be carefully arranged."

He kissed me again and this time it went on for longer. Just as gentle, but seemingly more intimate with soft tongues wrestling, and sucking at lips, along with those satisfying little moans.

When he lifted himself up on one elbow and took my nipple in his mouth I must have groaned really loudly.

"You like that?" he whispered.

"Oh god, do I! You have so much to learn about my body."

With that I felt his cock hard again pressing into my thigh. I didn't want to stop him when he rolled on top of me and I spread my thighs to let his body in between.

"Jimmy I keep saying it, but this is crazy."

My words were stifled out by his mouth closing over mine and in a few seconds I felt him entering me again. I must have been so ready, my pussy felt alive with my arousal and the oozing spunk that was already there.

We made love, it wasn't having sex, it was slow love making and for the first time I got to show him how much I wanted him. When I pushed him over and mounted him he looked shocked at first and then pleased. I looked down as I settled astride him and pushed down.

I had my hands braced on his chest and encouraged him to play with my breasts while I began to slowly move my hips.

He was closing his eyes then reopening them to make sure this was real. It was, very real. When I started to twerk my hips and grind my clit down on him I let him watch my gradual build up to an orgasm. He'd felt me cum before but now he was watching me as it happened.

We were both breathing softly, saying nothing, just finding a gentle rhythm in our bodies. I was intent on my own body, Jimmy must have felt he was in control of his.

Gradually he felt me breathing faster, gasping occasionally, closing my eyes as I got closer. When I came I really pushed down on him, my head was thrown back and my mouth was partially open.

"GOD!" The word came out with so much emotion.

It was a low growl, and my body shook, I think I shivered and then gritted my teeth. He let it happen and I felt my pussy squeezing his cock in rapid little pulses.

When I opened my eyes I saw his fixed expression. He'd been holding on for me and suddenly he could let go. I felt him jerk inside me, he sort of grunted and I could feel him squirting.

And then we were both quiet, out of breath yes, but both of us taken aback by the real intensity.

Eventually I spoke.

"Jesus Jimmy, that felt so good."

I couldn't express it any other way. As I lifted myself up and off, a trickle of his semen dropped onto his thigh and a trail of it was left across his tummy as I collapsed once again by his side.

Suddenly I panicked, "FUCK! Look at the time!"

It was just after seven fifteen on my bedside clock.

"I've got to get up... you just go... I said we'd gotta be normal... this is a bloody good start being late for work because I've been fucking you!"

Jimmy burst out laughing.

"Go... fucking go!" I yelled, "text me!"

And he did go and he did text me and I did get to work on time... just!

By the time I got home that evening Jimmy's parents had returned. I'd had maybe ten texts from Jimmy during the day and I kept telling him in my replies to limit them. When he'd seen me arrive I got another and I had to say 'Don't text tonight!'

When I went outside to water the hanging baskets I heard Julie doing something similar behind the fence.

"Is that you Debbie? I hope Jimmy didn't cause any problems over the weekend?"

In a cloud of guilt I replied brightly, "No, not at all Julie, I thought he'd gone with you at first, I did tell him to keep the music down once."

"I'll have a word!" she said, "... are you okay for my party on Saturday?"

"Yes I'm looking forward to it," and I was.

I took a step up on my compost bags to look over the fence at her, "do you need any help? Making salads or anything like that?"

"No it's all under control, just bring yourself, there's quite a crowd coming this year."

We chatted some more before I had to get on with chores indoors. I tried to put the moment of guilt at the back of my mind, however it wasn't very long before Jimmy sent a text.

'Heard you speaking to mum. I don't think I can wait until Wednesday.'

I replied very simply, 'You'll have to!'

I still felt uneasy about these texts going back and forth, it seemed to me an unnecessary risk. However Wednesday arrived and on the Tuesday evening I'd got a text from Jimmy asking if he could come round as soon as his mum and dad had left for work. That was usually about eight 'o clock and I had to login on my work site at nine 'o clock. I texted back saying exactly that.

I was awake by six, unable to sleep, I was up and showered by seven and I felt like a bitch on heat, I'd never felt more aroused in a long time. I dressed in a loose fitting summer dress, thin straps and I was completely naked underneath.

I found I was walking up and down in the lounge glancing out of the window to see when Mike and Julie had left for work. It was just after eight when both of them drove off in their separate cars. Almost in seconds Jimmy was appearing through the side gate and in through the kitchen door which I'd left unlocked.

In what was unashamed lust he took me in his arms and kissed me, pushing me back onto the sofa. I could feel him hard straightaway.

"Fuck you're naked," he muttered as his hand went directly up under my dress. He felt how wet I was and immediately he was undoing his jeans and shoving them down his thighs. We were like dogs on heat, joined at the hip, pushing, pulling, kissing and making animal sounds.

I lost all track of time, I'd also found that with Jimmy my arousal was so intense that I came very quickly the first time. I was muffled into his shoulder and my urgent words that told him I was on the edge seemed to spur him on, because as soon as I'd cum my orgasm seemed to carry on until I felt myself cumming a second time. It was then that Jimmy lost his control donating his usual copious amounts of spunk right up inside me.

"Oh Jesus Jimmy, you'll have to get off me, my body's still aching from last time."

He rolled aside tumbling onto the floor and bursting into laughter.

"You just do bad things to me, when I cum it's like a volcano erupting!"

He looked down at his cock dribbling spunk onto the lounge carpet.

"Jimmy, wipe it up, I put a blanket on here to stop that happening."

He chuckled again as I threw a box of tissues at him. The lounge clock said eight twenty.

"Look, I've got to clean up, I login in at nine."

I added, "My lunchtime is from twelve thirty till one thirty, will you come back then?" It was me that felt insatiable.

I stood up, my dress a mess and my pussy leaking, I grabbed some tissues and shoved a bunch between my thighs. Jimmy got up, pulling his jeans on and immediately wanted to kiss me. We did kiss but I had to hurry him away.

"Go now... I'll have something special for you at lunchtime!"

He grinned, "A smoked salmon sandwich?" he was being his usual sarcastic self.

"Fuck off back home... now!" I insisted, before I climbed the stairs to shower a second time.

It was difficult to concentrate on work, my whole body ached from the last few days yet was so alive and still wanting more. At barely twelve thirty Jimmy walked in and came straight up behind me at my desk, putting his arms over my shoulders, reaching down to cup my breasts.

"Stop it," I mouthed as I was finishing off a conversation with a client. Thank goodness the conversation did finish and I took off my headphones, logging off at the same time. Spinning my seat around I stood up and shoved him back over to the sofa.

I undid his belt, unzipped him and tugged his jeans down.

"Sit down," I instructed him, "you remember the first time I did this last week, well I'm doing it differently today."

When I lifted his semi soft cock up and put my lips around it Jimmy moaned quite loudly. He soon decided to relax and enjoy what was to come.

A woman so enjoys that feeling of someone's cock growing in her mouth, it gives her a sense of power and control. She can tease and if she knows the guy she can judge how close he is.

"Debbie... oh Debbie," he gasped my name several times as I pushed my head downwards, taking his now almost erect cock to the back of my mouth. In seconds it was so hard I almost gagged.

I lifted off and swirled my tongue round and round the head, and then pushed down again.

"Fuck Debbie, please... stop it, I'm so close."

So I lifted my head up completely and pushed my head lower to lick him all the way up underneath his shaft. Gripping him in my fingers I did that a few times before massaging him and seeing how close I could get him.

"Please... oh please... just do it... please I want to cum!"

I giggled out loud and he tried to grab my head and push it back on his cock. I resisted and continued licking him all the way from his balls up to the notch beneath his cock head.

Then I stopped altogether, pinching the top of his cock hard to delay his orgasm.

"Fuck!" he groaned and it had the right effect.

I went to work again and this time I went slowly pushing his cock as deep as it would go and with me fighting my gagging reflex. I'd done it before with my ex and I was determined to try it again. I pushed with little pushes against my throat, trying to relax and breathe through my nose. I rested, then tried again, then rested and finally I managed to push past the gag reflex I had.

With an inner sense of achievement I pushed further and held him still for a few seconds. Withdrawing, the drool was dribbling down my chin. He was close again. In what I guessed was the final loss of control I took him all the way into my throat. I felt him swell and as I couldn't hold my breath anymore I pulled back just as he ejaculated.

The warm semen shot up across my forehead into my hair and then it became a series of spurts across my eyes, my nose and finally into my mouth.

It was me who said, "Fuck," as it was unexpected and ill timed. Jimmy thought it was a messy treat which I suppose it was, it was something I'd not done with him before.

When I lifted back up on my knees he looked at me and chuckled.

"Have you always been able to do that?"

"Not as successfully as that, it takes practice and I can't say I've had much of that lately!"

I needed the tissues again, there was spunk everywhere and it had made a complete mess of my hair and my blouse.

"I told you there was a surprise."

"It certainly was, I feel a bit guilty not doing the same for you."

"We haven't time, I've got to clean this up and log back in, but I need to say something about the party because we probably won't see each other before then."

Jimmy pulled his jeans back on, "What's that?"

"Let's not talk too much or be seen together too much, it's too risky because I know you'll be tempted into trying something naughty."

Jimmy saw the sense in that but added there were a lot off people going.

"Yes your mum said that, why?"

"She's invited a few of my friends from school and invited their parents as well. We've all gone different ways and I think she thought it was a fun idea."

"Anyway," I repeated my warning, "let's not be too close and don't have too much to drink!... now go, I have to change."

He grinned and kissed me and then realised, "Oh... fuck.... I can taste myself!"

"Go!" I pushed him away laughing.

And so it was at the party I saw Jimmy again and he did keep his distance, at least at first.

Mike, his dad, was first to greet me with his usual chat up lines.

"God Debbie, you look gorgeous."

As I hugged and gave him a kiss on the cheek I whispered, "Fuck off you smooth talker!"

We both burst out laughing which brought Julie scurrying up. I gave her the small birthday present I'd brought and she thanked me.

"What are you two laughing about?" she was half smiling.

"It's your husband, he's flirting with me, just keep him under control!"

Mike looked embarrassed but indignant, Julie tucked her arm under his and simply said, "He knows what'll happen if he steps out of line, it would get very painful!"

We all laughed and Julie took me to introduce me to some other guests.

I saw Jimmy on the other side of the room talking to a young blonde girl. He looked for a moment in my direction and there was brief eye contact which felt like a bolt of electricity, I realised when I looked away my heart was pounding.

I'd been introduced to another couple, Brian and Margaret who had a son called Shaun, I knew them vaguely from some neighbourhood meetings I'd been to. It was when Shaun brought the blonde girl over who'd been talking to Jimmy that I got my first shock of the evening.

"Mum, dad, this is Caitlin, she was in my tutor group and she's coming to my uni next year, I was telling her all about it."

Immediately my mind was computing her name with the fake name I'd been given by Jimmy on his phone.

Caitlin politely said a few words to Brian and Margaret before turning to me.

"Are you Debbie? Jimmy's next door neighbour?"

I smiled and said, "Yes, we've been neighbours for a few years now."

Her reply seemed a bit odd.

"Yes I know... I understand it now."

Before I could ask exactly what she meant by 'understanding it' Shaun had interrupted her to say that another friend had arrived and with a quick apology she was dragged off to meet the friend. As with a lot of youngsters it was all noisy excitement and a bit chaotic.

The comment played on my mind but as the evening went on and I drank more wine and talked to more people it was forgotten about until I found myself in the kitchen getting a refill.

Caitlin was there too and she'd had a lot to drink!

"What do you 'understand' now?" I added.

She looked at me blankly.

"When I said I lived next door to Jimmy you said you 'understood?'

Recognition spread across her face, then embarrassment. She looked around, there were only two others in the kitchen deep in conversation at the other end of the island.

"You won't be shocked?"

At that particular moment I was prepared to be shocked by anything, I just wanted to know.

She lowered her voice even more, "You know what boys are like, they give girls a score out of ten."

My mind was racing.

"Anyway they have a top ten list... of mums or friends they would like to..... you know!"

I knew exactly what she meant but she continued.

"Jimmy nominated you... I think you came out number three or four on the list."

"You mean a list of 'milfs', is that what you call them?... Wow!"

Caitlin didn't know whether to shut up or carry on, she'd had a lot of alcohol.

"I know, I told my mum she was on the list and she went ballistic, I had to stop her going round to Billy Thompson's house to have it out with his parents." She paused with a giggle, "I think she was secretly flattered."

"Jesus," I said it under my breath, feeling my guilt well up inside me, "so this was just a list, a wish list?"

"Mainly," she replied, "although one did actually happen."

"Who?" I was now extremely curious, "you can't not tell me now, I can keep a secret."

"I think I've said too much and it would shock you anyway," Caitlin's face looked worried now, and I was worried too, this was all opening up a can of worms.

"Promise?" she asked.

I nodded and said, " Yes, promise."

"It's Mark Robbins, he's out there in the lounge, wearing a blue striped shirt."

I vaguely remembered seeing him, "And who with... which milf?"

Caitlin seemed to hold her breath for a second, "Margaret, who you were talking to when I met you."

I was stunned, I couldn't believe what I was hearing.

"Are you sure? Does her husband know?"

She became even quieter, "Mark seems to think he does and he just allows it to carry on. He works away a lot and Mark's still working round here on an apprenticeship."

She paused, "Look I've said too much, I must get back in there, please don't say anything to anyone!"

"I won't," I replied and poured myself a very full glass of red wine.

Going back into the lounge I immediately saw Mark in the striped shirt. He was deep in conversation with a whole group of guys including Jimmy. As I wandered towards the small conservatory on the side of the house I happened to pass Margaret who was chatting to another mum. A few words were spoken and I found myself in a three way conversation about this and that.

It was difficult not to chat without imagining the woman I was talking to was doing exactly what I'd been doing but with her very own nineteen year old. There was absolutely no hint of what she'd been doing and I was fascinated to know if her husband actually allowed it.

The alcohol was having an effect on me and I kept catching glimpses of Jimmy and wanting to take him to bed. Eventually I did talk to him for a brief minute.

He said in a quiet voice under the hubbub in the room, "Want you,"

I leaned in and whispered, "I'm only three or four on your bloody list!"

I watched his face and at first it was a blank expression but then he caught on with an embarrassed smile."

"Caitlin?... has she been talking?"

I nodded, "Yes."

He half grinned, walking away, and continued on his travels to the kitchen.

It was quite late on in the evening, I was thinking I should get back home when Jack started to chat to me. He was probably Jimmy's closest friend so I was slightly guarded as to what was said. It soon became obvious that he was very drunk.

Apart from swaying a little and slurring his words he was constantly staring at my cleavage. I'm quite used to guys stealing glances, it's a bit of an ego booster, however Jack was clearly 'very interested' in it.

"Ahhh Debbie, Jimmy's so lucky living next door to you."

I decided to give a fairly neutral reply.

"Yes, we've been neighbours for a few years now."

He moved a little closer to me and I couldn't move backwards as I was standing close to an armchair.

"Are you here on your own, don't you have a guy Debbie?"

Again I tried to just give a straight answer.

"No, there's no one in my life at the moment, I'm too busy."

He was now touching shoulders with me and seemed to want to be over flirtatious.

"That's a shame, you must get lonely?"

At that point Mike was close by and stepped in.

"Now Jack, give Debbie some space, I think you've had a bit too much to drink tonight, why don't you get yourself some coffee, Julie's just made some in the kitchen."

He took the hint and I relaxed, smiling at Mike and thanking him.

"I think he was a little bit enamoured with you!" he grinned.

"He was certainly enamoured with my cleavage!" I giggled and realised the alcohol had loosened my tongue.

"No comment Debbie, but you do look extra special tonight and I can understand why Jack was chatting you up."

I grinned with raised eyebrows, "Oh god, you do try it on Mike... just watch out or Julie will have your balls!"

He chuckled and was about to reply when she appeared. I decided the best thing was for me to make my escape.

"I'm just off Julie, it's been a lovely party, thanks for the invite, I must get you both round to mine for a meal soon... enjoy the rest of your birthday and if you need any help clearing up tomorrow?...."

She scolded me for suggesting that and so I made my way out through the kitchen door and round to the side gate. As I clip clopped on my heels the automatic lights turned on and Jimmy was standing on the other side of the gate.

"Fuck, don't lurk around corners like that," I said angrily, "it made me jump out of my skin!".

Immediately he made a grab for me and I tried to evade him.

"For fuck's sake Jimmy, not here, we'll be seen."

He let go of me and said, "Okay, I'm sorry but it's been torture tonight."

"You'll just have to control yourself, now go back inside, I'm going home, you can text me later."

I went directly to my front door, fumbled a bit for my keys and let myself in. Like some sort of stealthy cat in a flash Jimmy was behind me closing the front door.

In the semi darkness he grabbed me from behind, cupping both breasts with his hands and starting to kiss the side of my neck.

"Jimmy... stop it... for fuck's sake... we can't do this here... go back, someone will realise you're missing."

I'd dropped the front door keys and my small bag on the floor and had gripped his wrists, trying to pull them away, but I could feel how aroused he was as he pushed himself against my backside.

"Debbie, I want you... I've wanted you all evening... just let me... please."

Who had had the most alcohol I wasn't sure, but it was the catalyst for both of us in that moment.

"Jesus, quick!" I said.

I found myself hitching my stretchy dress up around my waist, and bending over the stairs. As Jimmy dropped his trousers and boxers I reached between my legs and pulled my panties aside.

It only took a few seconds for him to find me, I was wet, he was rock hard.

It was all so frantic.... I had my elbows down on the fourth stair, I spread my feet apart and Jimmy simply ploughed into me. There was no thought of any orgasm for me, my alcoholic focus was on him cumming and sending him back to the party before we got found out.

I prayed he wouldn't last long and I was trying to push back as he thumped into me hard and fast. I actually think I could have been anyone because he just wanted to get off.

When I heard him grunting and felt him holding himself against me the jerking inside me was a relief.

As he pulled out I stayed bent over and was saying, " Now go! Make sure you look okay... just act normal for god's sake."

He didn't say much, I think he realised this was a low moment in our relationship, he'd used me and apart from my underlying guilt I felt a bit like a slut. I stood up, I had his spunk trickling down over my hold up stockings, I was trying to get my panties back on properly and had to wriggle to pull my dress back down, all in the semi darkness of my hallway.

"Debbie, this is so very bad," I muttered to myself as I turned the light on and struggled up the stairs to bed.

I stripped out of all my clothes, left them mainly on the floor and went straight to sleep. It was nine 'o clock when I woke up and I felt absolutely rubbish. I was naked and that felt unusual but then last night's memory came flooding back.

I needed to go to the loo and I very soon had that aura of having had sex. It was fresh in my memory and I was angry. Angry that I'd given in to selfish desires, angry that Jimmy had used me for his own selfish desires and as I went downstairs to retrieve my phone I knew we both deserved each other.

'I'm so sorry.'

'Please forgive me.'

'Please Debbie answer me.'

'I must see you to say sorry.'

'Don't be mad at me please.'

The texts went on and on, most of them sent during the night. The last one was just half an hour before. My feelings were scrambled and the guilt I felt now was for screwing up Jimmy's feelings as well. Mine were already screwed up.

I got my bathrobe on and made some coffee while I thought about what to do. I knew I had to send a text but I was so conflicted. I was on the verge of ending our relationship. That word in itself felt ludicrous, what we had was indeed an affair, not one kept secret from a partner but one kept secret from a family.

I sent the text.

'We'll discuss it. I'm mad at you. I need time.'

In a minute the reply came back, 'When?'

I didn't want an extended ping pong so all I said was, "Tomorrow, I'm not going in until lunchtime. I won't text again today. I'm hurting.'

And I was. I needed a shower to wash away some of that hurt. Returning to my bedroom I'd picked up the cum stained stockings and panties, the crumpled dress, the wreckage of a drunken fuck.

The hot water rescued me a bit, I returned downstairs in my bathrobe with my wet hair done in a turban and made myself some toast. It was ten thirty when there was a ring at the front door.

I panicked a bit, I thought it was Jimmy, so I looked out of the lounge window and standing there was Julie. I opened the door and she asked, "Can I come in just for a minute, I can see you've not been up long."

"Certainly, do you want some coffee, I've just made some?"

"No it's okay I just came to apologise."

Suddenly my heart was in my mouth, apologise for her son fucking me on the stairs a few feet away?

"Apologise?" I must have looked puzzled, I was pleased with my act!

"For Jack, for his behaviour, Mike told me about it, I'm really sorry. He's Jimmy's best friend but he's not gone to uni like his friends, he's working in town, he thinks he's more grown up. All I can say is that some of these boys have too many hormones for their own good."

"Too much alcohol as well," I said with an amused voice, trying yet again to not sound guilty. "Anyway you've no need."

Julie went on, "It should be his parents apologising, but the fact that he's Jimmy's best friend I felt the need to say something, he's harmless really."

"It's fine, it was a great party, everyone had a good time, has Jimmy surfaced yet?" I was so brazen.

"I haven't looked, his bedroom door is still closed so we'll wait to see, now I must get back and get all the dishes out of the dishwasher, I've got Mike on duty!"

Julie left and it was a bizarre little cameo of the intrigue I was in. It had begun two weeks ago and it was making me both happy and sad, I had a foreboding that it would all end in tears yet it was a bandwagon that kept rolling on and on.

The rest of Sunday was spent on chores. Whenever I was worried or stressed I did chores. By the time evening had come I was ready to curl up with the tv.

And then another text.

'Shall I come round when mum and dad have gone in the morning?'

I replied, 'No. leave it until later say ten.'

Crazily I was swept along again, wanting to be up and about and with a clear head, wanting to be serious. And that's what happened.

Jimmy arrived on the dot of ten 'o clock looking suitably reticent.

"Come in," I said sternly, "sit down and before you say anything if you touch me I'll ..... well I'm not sure what I'll do!"

He sat on the stool and looked down at the worktop.

"So... what have you got to say for yourself?" I was clearly angry.

"I'm so sorry... I'm so so sorry Debbie, I was drunk, I was arrogant, I was taking advantage of you."

"Yes and I told you specifically if you wanted to go on seeing me you were to keep your distance, so what happened to that promise?"

He looked like a poor school kid being dressed down by his head teacher. He didn't know what to say because whatever he said would make it worse.

"You can't answer that can you, because you were drunk."

I came and stood in front of him, his expression was like he was waiting for the sword of Damocles to descend.

"BUT!"... he slowly lifted his head.

My voice softened, "I was drunk too and I need to say sorry to you."

His sagging shoulders suddenly lifted, his face turned into a smile and I stood him up and took him in my arms.

"Oh Debbie... oh Debbie!"

I stepped away.

"BUT!"

His look of dread returned. I hadn't finished yet.

"This list!... Your friend Caitlin, she seems to know a lot about stuff going on. How the fuck does it make me feel being graded on fuckability?"

Jimmy went back into his despond.

"It was only a bit of fun... all the boys were taking part."

"Yes but apparently Mark Robbins has followed that up with Margaret, I hope to fuck no one finds out about us!"

Jimmy answered quietly, "They won't, I promise."

"Hmmmmmm" I didn't sound too certain.

"So no fucking today, no fucking this week, I need to see if I can live without you and so do you. Go home now, and do something that doesn't involve me. And don't text me until tonight at the earliest."

I could tell he hated that idea but he was so relieved I hadn't finished it completely that he did as he was told, at least I thought he had.

With a sense of peace I wondered if I could stick to the promise. Within a couple of hours it had been broken, or sort of half broken.

I was on my iPad sending a couple of emails when the doorbell rang again. I looked out and to my surprise on the doorstep was Jack.

When I opened the door he looked suitably downcast.

"I've come to say sorry Mrs Watson."

"It's Debbie, it's not Mrs Watson anymore... you'd better come in."

He stepped into the hall and I half knew what it was about, but wondered what had prompted him to come.

"I've come to apologise for my behaviour towards you. I didn't want you to think I was a real shit..." He quickly corrected himself, "sorry I mean a real twat..." he then said, "you know what I mean."

"I do know what you mean, and it was the alcohol wasn't it, it seems to have fuelled a lot of you boys last night. If you think you can chat a woman up that way you have a lot to learn, and choosing one nearly old enough to be your mum is not a good strategy especially one who is only number three on the list!"

I found myself unable to resist the reference and I wondered if it would actually register. It obviously did because he went red.

"Anyway thank you for coming and fronting up, a lot of guys wouldn't so I appreciate that. You could do well to cut down on the booze if you want to get the ladies, I've told Jimmy that too. Now I assume you're going next door, don't wreck the place and reflect on what I've said."

He smiled and turned to go but as he did so he muttered, "I'd have put you at number one!"

I didn't have time to offer any smart reply but I felt a strange twinge of elation at the back handed compliment. I tried to temper that with the reality of being on an actual desirability rating.

Jimmy waited until just after six 'o clock to text me. He must have thought that was a reasonable 'evening' time.

'Thank you for being you, I'm still sorry about the way I behaved, it won't happen again.'

I replied. 'Don't say sorry anymore! You obviously know Jack came to say sorry as well. You're like two peas in a pod.'

Jimmy's reply was measured. 'Yes, he told me what happened at the party and dad intervening. He fancies you like I do, but I still don't think he knows about us."

I felt that glow of silly self confidence from Jimmy's comment.

"I hope he doesn't and don't start encouraging him, if he starts talking... god!... I've enough to cope with with you!'

There were a couple more texts before I shut Jimmy down for the evening. Too much was going on and I needed time out.

But of course it wasn't long before the next disaster!

There were a few texts exchanged on Tuesday with Jimmy trying to subtly ask to see me. I stood firm even though I was tempted. I was working at home on Wednesday and I wondered if I ought to relent.

Then late on in the evening on Tuesday I got a panicky text from Jimmy.

'Got to talk to you in the morning, you must let me visit, it's very important."

Of course I thought it was a ruse. He knew I was working at home, but I had an intuition that this was in fact essential.

'What's it about?' I asked.

'I'll tell you in the morning. I'll come as usual after mum and dad have left.'

I thought that it can't be that bad otherwise he would have said what it was.

But it was bad.

He arrived at eight thirty, I'd brewed some coffee but that was forgotten. When he didn't grab me I knew something was up.

"You know Caitlin?" he said.

"How could I forget her!" I disguised a laugh.

"Oh god I don't know how to say this," he prevaricated.

"Just say it! You're worrying me now. Have you fucked her or something?"

"No, but I made a mistake."

I knew straightaway what it was.

"You know you're in my phone under her name... you're CaitlinD and she's just Caitlin, I sent her your text by mistake."

I groaned, "Oh Fuck... what did it say?"

"I'm so sorry Debbie."

"Jesus, stop saying sorry to me Jimmy, what did it say?"

"I want to fuck you again on the stairs Debbie."

"Oh my fucking god!" I swallowed hard, "What the hell did she say?"

"I daren't tell you... she said that she knew something was going on, and called me a dirty sod. I phoned her and pleaded with her not to tell anyone."

"And?"

'She's coming round this morning, I'm gonna try to stop her telling anyone anything."

I breathed in deeply, "Who's she likely to tell?"

"I just don't know, possibly Jack, possibly Alice her best friend."

"Why Jack?"

"She's just started sleeping with him, since last week."

"But you can speak to him about it?"

"Yes I suppose so."

I sighed, "We knew this might happen didn't we? You know Mark and Margaret, does everyone know about that? I mean your friends?"

"Most do."

"How about all the other mums and dads?"

"I'm not sure, I don't think so."

"Then we'd better trust to luck, it's all we can do unless we end it now?"

Jimmy looked at me with a very sad expression, "Nooooo... please don't."

We both hugged and we both hugged for too long, and temptation intervened.

"What time is she coming round?" I whispered.

"About nine thirty," he was kissing my neck.

"Then we've got time," I was already searching for his zip between us, " do you want to?"

Stupid question, Jimmy undid his belt and finished what I was doing. We were standing next to the work surface by the sink unit. In one short effort he put his hands under my backside and lifted me up onto the marble top.

I shoved my skirt up and tugged my panties down over my knees. Jimmy was already hard and pulled me forwards so that he was standing between my thighs. The height was perfect and he found my pussy in an instant.

"I hope no one comes round the side gate," I muttered as he slid inside me.

"God Debbie, you know how much I want you."

I groaned, "Yes I can feel it!"

With slow gentle thrusts we began to fuck. Our bodies were beginning to know each other so well. On the worktop I could massage my clit along the top of his cock and feel the waves of pleasure it caused me.

He was pumping his hips back and forth and we were able to kiss when we wanted to or just look at each other as we built towards our mutual pleasure. It was perfect.

"I'm nearly there," I panted, 'don't stop."

"I won't," he grunted, breathing in short bursts.

"Yes... yes... cum now... go on!"

He pulled me to him, holding himself there, gasping into my neck and squirting spurt after spurt of spunk into me.

"FUCKKKK," I shuddered, my pussy squeezing in rapid pulses, milking every last drop from him.

We clung together for a few moments before he pulled backwards.

He looked at me, "I can't believe how good it always is with you Debbie."

I smiled a sad smile, "Yes I know, but things may change now, I hope not but we must be prepared."

I slipped to the floor sliding my panties back up and I went straight to the loo. When I returned I'd made a decision.

"Can I talk to Caitlin when she arrives?"

It was an idea that Jimmy hadn't thought of.

"Maybe," he said as he was considering it, "let me speak to her first then I'll bring her here?"

"Okay, you decide, now go and get ready, think about how you're going to say it."

When he'd gone I freshened up and made myself some coffee. I sat contemplating everything that had happened and through the window I saw her arrive. I couldn't help thinking how much I'd probably looked like her at a similar age.

It was twenty minutes before I got a text.

'Can we come now?'

'Yes.' I sent back.

I felt nervous when I opened the door. Caitlin looked nervous too and Jimmy wasn't smiling either.

Jimmy spoke first.

"I explained to Caitlin how we've become friends." Delicately put I thought. "And how I call you CaitlinD on my phone. And how I sent the text to her instead of you."

I interrupted.

"Do you think I'm an awful woman Caitlin?"

'She smiled, "No I don't Debbie, I really don't. If I tell you I had a fling with an older married man two years ago then I know how awkward the whole thing can be," she added, "please can neither of you say anything about that to Jack!"

"We won't... will we Jimmy?" I said firmly.

And then came another very big bombshell. " I think Jack has probably guessed there's something going on with you two anyway," she replied quietly.

"Ohhhhh god!" I exclaimed, I couldn't hold it in. " How?... Christ!... can you make him keep quiet about it... Jimmy, this gets worse and worse!"

"I will... I will... I'll threaten him with all sorts," Caitlin became very animated, "if I say so he won't say anything."

"I hope to god he doesn't, you realise everything would come crashing down Caitlin?"

The whole thing was becoming a quagmire of lies and deceits, I guess I expected problems, but nothing like this.

I could see Caitlin wanted to say something else.

"Could I be really cheeky?"

"Yes... go on... what?" I asked brusquely.

"Jack and I have just started together and it's difficult finding somewhere to meet, would you let us meet here sometimes?"

I was angry, anxious, all manner of feelings were coursing through my veins, but it seemed another positive way of getting her to keep secrets even though I couldn't see how using my house would work. "Yes you can but I don't want you using my bed, you'll have to use the spare room," I said begrudgingly.

Caitlin was turning bright red with embarrassment but she was an opportunist, and Jimmy was looking totally relieved.

"Do you want to use it this afternoon?" I was trying to be seen to be finding a solution, "but I do need to work, I can't go out, if I close my door down here and you close the bedroom door, will that work for you?"

She looked pleased, "It's better than the back seat of a car... thank you so much, and I do promise to get Jack to keep quiet. Caitlin seemed extremely grateful.

"Just arrive when you want, come in the back way, I'll keep locked away in here."

This whole thing felt like a crazy teenage conspiracy. A grown woman letting out her house for sex just because she wants to keep secret her affair with a teenager. My moral compass had swung so far south.

When Caitlin had left I looked at Jimmy and raised my eyebrows.

"What the fuck!" was all I said and he came up to me and hugged me.

"Let's hope we've done enough," he said and I just grunted an incomprehensible reply.

We kissed and I knew I had to get back to work, "Look I'm supposed to be working now, you must go, I'll text you at lunchtime, it's only a couple of hours time."

Jimmy was happier now and he left, while I caught up on my computer. By one 'o clock I decided to have a break and by then I'd already had one text from Jimmy.

'Have you finished, can I come round?'

I sent the reply and he appeared immediately. I kissed him once and diverted him by getting some snacks and some fizzy drinks out of the fridge.

"Let's take them into the lounge, I have no idea if Caitlin and Jack will be here this afternoon, just shut the door in case."

We'd barely finished eating when I heard the kitchen door open and two sets of feet were treading up the stairs, I thought I heard a giggle and just hoped they'd use the right bedroom.

Jimmy was smiling broadly, "This is so funny."

"Amusing to you maybe, but I'm still not sure about those two, now you know I have to get back to work... you go."

"But I want to listen," he had that mischievous look he got when he wanted me.

"You're a perv!" I was actually quite amused.

"No I'm not, you're excited too!" was his retort, and he was right of course.

We were both sitting there holding our breath. I couldn't believe it when he walked over and opened the lounge door.

"Jimmy!" I whispered it, "for god's sake... close it!"

He was almost standing out in the hall when we heard the first noises. It was a giggle from Caitlin and then a moan. I went towards the door to pull Jimmy back in when I remembered the squeaky bedframe.

We both started giggling then, we were trying to suppress those giggles. I was pulling Jimmy by the arm when the steady rhythm of the bed noises began. We froze and very gradually we started to hear Caitlin's increasing moans of pleasure.

I think she must have been trying to suppress herself despite crying out Jack's name several times.

"Fuck," whispered Jimmy as we both moved back inside the lounge. I was feeling totally aroused and I could feel Jimmy's intentions when he reached under my skirt.

'We can't," I muttered, still wanting to be quiet.

"We can." he insisted as his fingers found their way inside my panties and discovered how wet I was.

I didn't stop him when he shoved me the few feet over to the sofa and bent me forwards over the arm. Bunching up my skirt he tugged my panties down and I kicked them off one leg. With his jeans and boxers around his knees he found me willingly helping him find the right angle by poking my backside up towards him.

Coincidence had its way. As he slid into me Caitlin was having her orgasm upstairs. We both heard her cries of pleasure, she obviously couldn't hold back now. It seemed that Jack wasn't ready because the squeaking bed continued to squeak! That only served to spur Jimmy on.

Whether they could hear the slap of Jimmy's thighs against the back of my thighs I couldn't tell, I was on my own journey anyway. I did manage to pull a cushion up to my face and muffle the noises I was making as we both fucked our way to satisfaction for the second time that day.

I came, Jimmy came and Caitlin came a second time. I was scrabbling around for my panties and Jimmy was tucking his shirt in his jeans when we heard Jack grunting. The rhythm of the squeaking had stopped with just the occasional movement, but we could hear quiet conversation and we both looked a bit sheepish for listening in.

"Now go, I really need to get on, today has been a disaster work wise, I'll text you later."

I was insistent and after Jimmy had left I closed the door and got back to my computer, all the while listening out for footsteps coming downstairs.

I couldn't believe it when within half an hour I heard the bed squeaking once again. I couldn't concentrate and felt guilty about listening in, this time on my own.

Jack must have been some stud and Caitlin some athlete because I couldn't think clearly, definitely hearing her have an orgasm several times. It was another hour before I heard them coming downstairs. I wasn't expecting a knock on the lounge door so when Caitlin's face peeked in I looked up from my desk.

"Thank you," she said quietly, red faced but smiling, "so so much," and after pausing, "can we use the room again if we let Jimmy know?"

I half smiled, "Yes, but remember, no gossip!"

"We won't," she whispered and turned away while I heard her direct Jack towards the kitchen door.

The crazy day came to an end and I tried to think when I'd last behaved so badly. The wine tasted good and my body ached as well as my mind.

Thursday passed in relative normality but in the evening I got a text from Jimmy asking if Caitlin and Jack could use the bedroom the next day. This presented the problem of access. I would be in the office and I wasn't sure about how responsible they would be unlocking and locking up.

I decided the only way was to trust them but have Jimmy as a back up. I would leave a key under a flowerpot, (that old trusted secure method!), and get Jimmy to check before and after. I did ask Jimmy why they couldn't fuck in his house and I discovered that his parents might be getting workmen scheduled to put solar panels up on the roof. No more sun bathing for me!

Having some reservations I left home for work on Friday leaving the kitchen door key under the designated flower pot.

I needn't have been concerned, when I got back home the key was back under the flower pot, the blanket I'd covered the bed with was back in place and all seemed well with the house.

I texted Jimmy and he said that he'd spoken to both of them before they'd left, he added that they both looked 'knackered!'

My glass of Malbec tasted just as it should and I settled down to enjoy a ready meal of Indian curry when the doorbell rang. It was Shirley Evans from across the road. She looked concerned.

"Debbie I just thought you ought to know."

Shirley was a bit of a busybody who was always gossiping or complaining about local issues. I sensed something bad was about to be suggested.

"Come in Shirley, let's talk inside," I took her into the lounge.

"I don't like to tell tales but I was concerned about something today."

I knew what was possibly coming.

"Please Shirley, tell me, you look really worried." She wasn't half as worried as I was.

"I was up in my bedroom this morning making the bed when I couldn't help looking over here to your house."

I waited for the inevitable.

"There were two people," she looked down and paused, "I can only describe it as having sex. I was shocked, and I didn't watch for more than a few seconds. They clearly didn't know that I could see them."

She waited for my response and I had to think quickly. Maybe the truth was the best way.

"I'm so sorry Shirley, perhaps I'm not the best person to have as a neighbour, but they are friends of Jimmy from next door, they wanted to have some privacy and I let them borrow my house."

"Well it certainly wasn't very private! I suggest you tell them to pull the curtains and I suggest that you don't hire out your house as a knocking shop! I'm shocked and disappointed Debbie, I hope you'll do something about it!"

With those stinging words she turned on her heels and strode out of the front door slamming it on the way.

"Fuck," I muttered and immediately texted Jimmy.

'Why didn't Caitlin pull the curtains? Just had Shirley Evans over. She saw them both fucking today. I hope she doesn't say anything to your mum and dad.'

My curry and the wine took on a distinctly sour taste. Jimmy replied with all the platitudes possible but I don't think he really understood the possible ramifications. Indeed I think he found it amusing.

'Good job it wasn't us!' was one text he sent.

I left it and finished my meal. In fact I put my phone on silent and poured another glass of red. By the time I went to bed I'd finished the bottle and went straight to sleep.

In the morning I woke with a splitting headache. I remembered the previous evening, Shirley's visit and Jimmy's flippancy. I looked at my phone and there were twelve texts from him asking if everything was okay.

When I'd gathered my thoughts I replied, 'I just got pissed no thanks to you.'

There followed several texts of remorse, the usual pleas to forgive him and I was realising how unthinking and selfish he perhaps was.

Then everything went up a notch yet again. Why was I so easily led? I wanted to have a quiet weekend where I could contemplate where I was going with Jimmy, and his ever increasing influence over my life.

The weather had cooled so there was no sunbathing. I spent a few hours just tidying up. I went to the supermarket and by mid afternoon I was ready to sit down and get on with my book.

There were no texts from Jimmy until early evening when I'd poured my first glass of wine. I was preparing a salad with some ham when he sent, 'Hope you're still not sore with me and Jack as well.'

I replied, 'No, as long as you're both gonna be more careful now.'

He sent back a conciliatory text promising he would be more careful, adding that he was having a few friends round as Mike and Julie were going to London for the night to see a show.

'Do NOT make a noise and keep me up and tell Jack to be discreet!' was all I replied.

I was quite relieved that I would have the weekend to myself although I secretly had that underlying desire to be fucked, I was becoming a real addict.

By eight 'o clock I'd eaten my salad and had almost finished my second glass of wine. It was still light outside and I'd seen a couple of guys arrive next door. I could hear the vague sound of music. I thought that at least Jimmy was maintaining peace with the other neighbours.

I put my feet up, stretched out on the sofa and found a romcom movie on Netflix. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up having to rewind to see the end of the movie.

I poured the rest of the bottle into my glass and looked outside. It was still relatively quiet and so I went upstairs to change into my nightie which was my usual longish t-shirt.

Coming back downstairs I got myself a glass of water and looked at my phone. I'd not noticed the text from Jimmy.

'You missed me?'

It had been sent twenty minutes before and it was now a quarter to midnight.

I smiled and replied. 'Of course!'

'If Jack wasn't here I'd pay you a visit.'

'You're probably drunk like me so you'd be useless!' My reply showed how much alcohol I'd had!

There was a pause and suddenly a pic arrived of both Jimmy and Jack grinning and obviously very drunk.

I sent back, 'For god's sake be careful who you're texting. We don't want anymore disasters.'

Again a pause, 'You ever had a threesome?'

My heart jolted, 'Stop that, I now know you're both extremely drunk!'

Immediately there was a response, 'You haven't answered the question!'

'I said stop it! and just to answer your question... yes!'

The conversation had escalated in just a few minutes. I waited for the expected reply. It didn't come straightaway, instead there was a tap on the kitchen window. I heard myself mutter 'oh fuck,' as I made my way from the lounge.

The same grinning face was peering in mouthing, "come on, let us in."

I could see Jack behind him and he looked equally inebriated.

I should have sent them back home but instead I found myself unlocking the door and then they were stumbling in.

"Jesus Jimmy, you're both pissed as newts, has everyone else gone home?"

Both of them were giggling, ignoring me as they went into the lounge and flopped down on the sofa. Jimmy saw the empty wine bottle and glass and with slurred speech asked if I was opening another bottle?

"It's nearly midnight, you're absolutely drunk out of your heads."

I was also critically aware of only wearing my t-shirt nightie. That hadn't been missed by Jack who was sitting quietly admiring the outline of my nipples.

'Just a nightcap Debbie, you got any whisky?" Jimmy was taking things for granted.

I despaired, "Go on, you know where it is, but just one then you're gone!"

Jimmy got up and as he walked past me into the kitchen he reached out and pinched my backside.

"Fuck off," I hissed and he laughed out loud, bringing back half a bottle of malt and three glasses.

"Nooooo, I'm not joining you, you're having one drink and then I'm throwing you out."

Jack laughed then, and I looked over at him with a frown as Jimmy poured his drink.

"After your performance in front of the bedroom window I'm not pleased with you either!"

"Yes," he said it quietly, "I did forget in the heat of the moment," he looked suitably contrite.

Jimmy had poured me a tumbler too and brought it over to me.

"Go on, just a sip."

He took a small sip himself and put the glass to my lips with that usual cheeky smile.

I found myself complying, letting him tilt the glass towards me and then he was taking it back to sip it again himself. This time he leaned in to kiss me and he passed a small amount directly into my mouth.

"Stop it Jimmy... please," I whispered it almost intimately, appealing to his good sense.

"Do you still want me?" he muttered into my hair.

"I said stop it... Jack's over there... there's a time and a place."

We were standing right up close to each other and I could see Jack sipping his whisky and watching us.

"Have you ever done it in front of someone else?" Jimmy was pushing. The boundary was being crossed. As I put my hand up to gently shove Jimmy away he gripped my shoulders to hold me close.

"You didn't answer the question again!"

"Jimmy stop it, this is getting out of hand."

The sip of whisky had coursed through my veins and gone directly to my head. Jimmy pulled me even closer and suddenly we were both kissing each other.

I'd almost blanked out Jack in those moments until I found him standing behind me. It made me jump back into reality. When I felt his hand in the centre of my back I said, "NO!... no Jack... no Jimmy... tell him!"

Both of them backed away realising they'd gone too far. I daren't admit to either of them that I was aroused, my pussy was melting and my nipples were hardening.

As Jimmy let me go I breathed an open sigh of relief.

"You two horny bastards need your balls cutting off!"

Jimmy grunted and I thought he said, "Chance'd be a fine thing."

I was anxious to get a resolution. "Are you two guys gonna go back home or you gonna sleep here?"

Jimmy looked at Jack and Jack looked at Jimmy.

"We could stay here?" Jimmy said.

Jack looked half asleep, "Okay... can I use that spare bedroom Debbie?"

I nodded, just wanting to go upstairs myself.

"Can I share with you?" Jimmy looked at me.

"NO!... I want a good nights sleep and not a drunken grope with my next door neighbour! You sleep with him, he can cuddle you!"

Jimmy looked visibly hurt and said something indistinguishable. I went to lock the outside kitchen door and turned out the downstairs lights. Not thinking I led the two of them up the stairs, Jimmy just behind me, Jack following on.

Normally I would have been aware but the alcohol had dimmed my senses. Both of them could clearly see up under my t-shirt and probably most of my pussy.

Jimmy reached up under the hem and stroked the back of one thigh.

"Stop that nonsense!" I was shouting now.

"You're such a spoilsport Debbie," he replied.

When we reached the top of the stairs I turned towards my bedroom expecting both of them to go to the spare room. Instead Jimmy followed me.

"No... turn around, that's yours." I said and disconsolately Jimmy followed my instructions. However he wasn't finished yet. By the time I'd been to the loo he was standing in my bedroom doorway stark naked.

" I thought you might change your mind."

I heard Jack call out, " Come on Jimmy, let her be."

He stood there for what seemed like ages watching me sit down on the side of the bed.

"Come on then, but be quiet!" I stupidly relented.

Jimmy almost leapt onto the bed and pulled me backwards, kissing my neck and whispering, "Oh Debbie, Debbie, Debbie!"

I was lost in the moment and was kissing him back when Jack appeared at the bedroom door standing there with a huge erection. I had to do a double take and was trying to lift Jimmy off me.

"No guys... we agreed... Jack... you need to.... go back..."

Even as I said it he advanced into the room. Jimmy seemed a little surprised by his rampant cock while I was trying to push him off me.

My words were stifled by Jimmy's mouth, he'd redoubled his efforts knowing I'd given in to him and in all of this I felt crazily aroused.

I wasn't going to be murdered, I'd been having sex with Jimmy incessantly for a couple of weeks, Jack was his best friend... why shouldn't I?

Jimmy felt me giving into temptation, he knew all the signs, I was morally weak. As he lay on one side of me he tugged my t-shirt up over my head. Jack was on the bed and sucking my nipples in seconds. With him doing that and Jimmy sliding lower to feed on my pussy I could have been anyones.

I lay there enjoying what seemed like the simple pleasure of two mouths. My nipples making my pussy wetter and my pussy building a pleasure to be increasingly enjoyed. It was me that was going to be the centre of attention and selfishly I'd decided to let it happen.

'Turn over and suck me Debbie," Jimmy rolled onto his back and Jack sat up releasing me to go down on Jimmy. On my knees beside him I took his cock in my mouth. He wasn't completely hard so I spat on his cock and let the saliva dribble down his shaft, massaging him up and down. I knew exactly what Jack would do and in my head I was thinking I was going to be fucked by another nineteen year old and was Jimmy going to really care that his best mate would be doing it?

I felt the mattress sag between my legs and Jack's hands took hold of my hips. I knew he was big, I'd seen him in the doorway. Jimmy had made me well prepared but when he pushed his cock between my pussy lips I made a panicky muffled sound with my mouth full of cock.

"Mmmm... mmmmm... mmmmmmmmm!"

And then he was in. God it felt good. Caitlin was a lucky girl.

When he pushed all the way he seemed to fill me completely. I was pushing back and he made the rhythm of his thrusts match mine by holding my hips. There were times when my body was shoved back and forth and that made me take Jimmy's cock deeper in and out of my mouth.

I could hear Jimmy groaning and I could hear Jack making quiet grunts. The mattress made its own soft buffeting noises.

Jack was good at what he was doing and I knew I would cum, and I wondered if that would concern Jimmy. I had to occasionally lift off his cock to catch my breath and I warned both of them what was happening with me.

"Guys... I'm gonna cum... I can't stop it."

It excited Jack who said, "Yes Debbie, just do it... don't hold back."

Jimmy added to it, "Fuck her Jack... make her cum," adding, "don't you stop Debbie, you've got me so close."

As I took him in my fingers again and went down on him, I started to cum. It felt like a long slow wave of pleasure welling up from my thighs through my body and then to the tips of my nipples.

I made a muffled sound and when my pussy pulsed and my hips bucked Jack exploded. I felt him jerk, his cock throbbing inside me. He was grunting holding himself deep until he'd finished.

Then immediately Jimmy was telling me to, "Sit on my cock... c'mon, quick Debbie!"

Jack pulled out lifting me around so I could straddle Jimmy. Just in time. Jimmy started to cum inside me seconds after Jack had done. I felt like the proverbial slut that I was. Two guy's semen inside me so that as I eventually lifted off Jimmy a great flood of spunk oozed out of my pussy and dribbled onto the bedsheets.

I collapsed to one side panting and muttering, "Oh fucking god you two... Jesus what am I doing, I shouldn't have let you!"

Both of them chuckled and both of them leaned over to kiss me. It almost felt inappropriate, two teenagers thanking me for a fuck.

"I need to sleep," I moaned.

Jimmy sensed my mood and said, "Yes, we'd better go back to mine."

I just groaned with my eyes closed, I barely had the strength to say, "For god's sake don't tell anyone... both of you."

Jack replied, "Don't worry," and Jimmy said something similar both lifting themselves off the bedsheets before they were gone.

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