Sleepover, Part 3

by Joanne

Over the last month, since Chloe's friend first slept over at our apartment, my life has changed completely. My daughter and I are now lovers. We are still discovering each other and are still able to surprise each other. Chloe's friend Zoe and her mother Helen are now also my sexual partners. My life has changed beyond belief, but not just changed sexually, but in every aspect of my life. I no longer care who knows that I am gay. I have always been gay. Chloe, my lovely Chloe, was the result of a cruel rape. None of that matters anymore. I feel that I have been set free.

My apartment is high rise, fifteen storeys above the ground. Some people would worry about that, but not me, I love it. There are no nosey neighbours up here. The apartment has a balcony, large enough for a wicker recliner, a glass top wicker table and an upright chair. There are French windows that open inwards, and when left open, allow cool fresh air to circulate around the apartment. The frosted glass and steel surround prevents anything being seen from the ground. The only people that could see anything are our neighbours on each side. I have never ever seen either of them on their balconies.

Now that I have got to know my daughter a lot better, we have a much more relaxed attitude towards one and other. In this warm weather we spend whole days totally naked. Even the simple things of life have taken on a new excitement. For example, when I am preparing our meals, Chloe as always, is keen to learn, she will stand by me, watching my every move. At those moments when I am whisking, or chopping, or cooking, whenever she is standing next to me she will absent mindedly rest a hand on my naked bum. The feeling of her hot little hand is electric. I can't describe the love I feel at those moments.

I had been ironing our clothes ready for school and work the next week. It is only Saturday, I don't have to think of work just yet. Although naked, ironing is still warm work. I went to the balcony to cool off. I stood by the door. The cool breeze played across my body in delicious waves. My tits hardened and my nipples stood out in response. I looked down and there was Chloe, lying on the recliner. She looked amazing. Her eyes were closed as she lay there naked in the sun. Her hair cascaded down between the cushion and her lovely slender neck. My eyes ran down her slightly tanned body to her camel toe. “ Don't sleep there sweetheart,” I said, “you'll burn.” She open one eye and looked so cute. She eyed me up and down.

“Mummy,” she said in a sleepy, inviting way. I took my eyes from the distant horizon and looked down again. She had spread her legs. “ Mummy,” she said again. This time the tone was begging me. I knelt down between her legs and took a good look at my lover. Her smooth pussy opened up in front of me. It glistened invitingly. I kissed it tenderly. She purred. I laid a thumb on each of her flaps and opened her pussy like a rose. Her little clitoris was stood proud and hard. I leaned forward and tasted it. Rolling it between my lips. She squirmed a little and continued to purr. I slid two fingers into her slit and quickly found her 'G' spot. I drew circles gently around it and at the same time drew circles around her clit with my thumb. She thrust her hips at me and gyrated, trying to force more pressure onto her clit and 'G' spot, but I moved with her and kept the contact tender. Her breath came and went in gasps. “Mummy,” she begged. Her thighs quivered uncontrollably and when she orgasmed she threw her hips so high that she would have fallen from the chair had I not taken hold of her. I had already removed my hand from her pussy at the apex of her orgasm and holding a thigh in each hand I drank deep of her essence. She sank slowly back down to the chair. “Mummy, I love you,” she murmured.

She jumped up, “Your turn,” she said. “ I'm busy,” I protested. “Get yourself down here,” she demanded. Being ordered to lie down like that was so cute, I obeyed laughing. I lay back on the recliner and made myself comfortable. I closed my eyes just as she had done. She straggled me and sat on my stomach. She leaned forward and brought her mouth close to my ear. “I love you,” she said. She kissed my ear, probing it with her tongue. It sent waves through me. It was delicious. She kissed my neck and cupped my tits, gently caressing one and then the other. The electricity running through me grew in intensity. She sucked on one nipple as she rolled the other between her fingers. Now my pussy was running free, wetting my anus and dripping onto the cushion of the recliner.

She got off me and sat facing the centre of my sex. Just as I had done to her. She buried her face into my bushy minge. Cuddling it and kissing the hairy lips of my cunt. She gently parted the hair and with trembling thumbs opened my flaps and gasped at the sight of me. She took my much larger and hard clit between her lips and suck at it. I was lost and completely under her spell. She pressed her hand onto my eager cunt and entered me with her fingers. I was gyrating and thrusting. She ringed my clit with the other hand, driving me insane and then pushed her hand into me. I came in buckets, I covered her. She fucked me harder and harder with her fist. I screamed, “Fuck me, oh darling fuck me,” so loud I was sure the neighbours would hear. I eventually collapsed back onto the recliner as she tenderly licked my pussy clean. When she looked up she was grinning, very pleased with herself, her face was shining with my juices.

We recovered eventually and I finished cooking our meal. I served it up on the balcony. We sat at the wicker table, eating and drinking and looking out at the view. “We look the picture of innocence,” I said. Chloe laughed, “We are naked, Mummy.” “ Oh yeah, I forgot.” It was easy to forget it felt so natural.

“What do you want to do this evening?” I asked, expecting TV or Computer games. “I want to fuck Zoe,” she said. I smiled, after what we had been doing she still had an appetite for more, she is my girl alright. “ They may be doing something.” I said. “Ring them and ask,” she wouldn't be put off. “OK, but I can't promise a virgin for you.” She just smiled and shrugged her shoulders “The girl I want is no virgin,” she said.

I went to the phone, “Are you sure hon?” I asked. “Yes, go on call them.” I dialled and could hear the ringing tone, as it continued to ring five or six times, I suddenly felt very disappointed. I hadn't realised it until then, but I really wanted to see Helen. I was on the point of giving up when suddenly it was answered. “Hello.” It was Helen's voice. “Hi,” I said, “its Jo.” They was a pause, “Jo?” she said questioningly. “Oh Joanne,” she said as the penny dropped. “yes,” I said, “ how are you?” “Better for hearing you. Sorry to be slow, but I was soaking in the bath. I came storming out to tell some telesales person where to get off, and then it was you. You completely threw me.” I interrupted her, I know how this girl can talk and so I got my question in quick, “ What have you got planned for tonight?” I asked. “Nothing, we were just going to curl up with a movie, Why?” I told her what Chloe had said. Helen laughed and repeated it to Zoe. The cheer that came from the background was answer enough. “Would the two of you like to come over and stay overnight with us?” Helen repeated the question to Zoe, another cheer confirmed the arrangement.

Helen just wanted an hour and they would be here with us. We had just an hour to get ourselves and the place ready. We decided to just wear dresses and nothing else. We had barely finished our hair and make up when the downstairs buzzer went. We slipped quickly into our dresses. Mine was a plain black knee length fitted dress. Chloe's was similar but in pink and thigh length. We heard the lift doors open and went to greet them.

They were both dressed the same, white, tight fitting, tops and short denim skirts. Apart from the obvious difference in size and maturity, they were remarkably similar. They were both tall, long legged and beautiful. They both had lovely blond hair, but while Helen wore her's loose, Zoe had her's pulled back into two pig tails. When they smiled, which they were doing now, electricity started in the pit of my stomach and went straight to my clit. “Come in, make yourselves at home.” There was the unmistakable clink of bottles as Helen came to me and kissed me, deep but tenderly.

The girls were kissing too, but with them, there was more urgency. Zoe took Chloe by the hand and was leading her towards what she hoped was a bedroom. “Where are you off too?” I asked. Helen touched my arm, “Let them go, Zoe has a gift for her.” She handed me the bag she had been carrying, “Sort that out,” she said. In the bag were three bottles of wine. I thought to myself, “As well as talking for England, she would also make it into the drinking team.”

I poured the drinks and put the glasses on the side table where we could reach them from the sofa. I settled into its soft, cool leather. Helen sat beside me. She threw her long legs over my lap and laid her head on my shoulder, “I was hoping you would call,” she said. “Zoe has this gift that she has been dying to give to Chloe. It is a strap-on, similar to mine but smaller and lighter. It vibrates, she will love it.”

We were both in a mellow mood and getting very pissed. I told her how I fell pregnant with Chloe when I was fifteen. How I was raped by the soccer team coach. I didn't know it, at the time, but more that half the team had been bragging that they had shagged me, just to boost their street cred. None of the bastards realised that everyone else was lying too and so I had the reputation of being a slapper. I must have been the only virgin whore in the world. It meant though, that no one believed me when I cried rape.

We both wore nothing under our outer clothes. With her legs across my lap I could see her blond, almost ginger minge. It was very dense and bushy, but unlike mine, her's was very well groomed. She had no hair on her pussy at all. Her minge was trimmed into a triangle, the point of which stopped once it had pointed the way to her cunt. While we talked and kissed and drank I was gently playing with it.

She was about to tell me her story when the noises from the next room had got so loud that we could no longer ignore them. One off the girls was squealing at the top of her voice. We staggered into the room that Chloe and I now shared. Chloe was on the bed. She was folded in half with her knees into her chest. Zoe was pounding the vibrating dick into her. At this angle it would be going straight at her 'G' spot. She was gushing her orgasm all over Zoe. Zoe for her part was glistening with sweat, the pig tails were hanging limp from her head. She looked completely shagged out., and so did Chloe.

“Where is my dick?” I turned to Helen. “I have it, shum where,” she said drunkenly as she staggered back into the lounge. She returned triumphant, holding the strap-on with the huge dick attached. While she was away. Zoe had rolled off Chloe and was lay on her back with Chloe's new strap-on lying on her belly. After today, and now, after what had just happened to her, Chloe just stared into the middle distance, not moving at all.

I had already discarded my dress while Helen was looking for my dick. I stepped into the harness and adjusted it to fit. I remembered the other week when I had used it and the feeling of power it gave me. I now strutted around the room. With every movement, the huge dick bobbed up and down and the strap between my legs rubbed my already swollen clit. Helen dropped her skirt and came to me. She kissed me forcing her tongue into my mouth. She gripped the dick and rubbed it hard against my clit. “Fuck me bitch,” she said through gritted teeth. I didn't need telling twice. I threw her down into the bed next to the girls and routed the dick up her cunt.

I fucked her with all my energy and strength, until I was not longer thrusting, but merely shaking. We were just overtaken by our mutual orgasm. We lay gasping and panting next to the girls. The next thing I knew it was morning.

It was very early morning. The sun was just rising over the hills that could be seen from fifteen storeys up. The cool early morning breeze was blowing through the apartment. I was curled up with the girls with Helen spooned up behind me. I was still wearing my dick and so was Zoe. I waited there drifting in and out of sleep not wanting to be the first one to stir.

Thankfully it was Helen that first stirred. She grunted, gave a little shake and then was awake. She raise herself onto her elbow. She leaned over to my ear and said “Are you awake?” which really meant, get up. I turned over to face her, my dick hit her in the hip. “Good morning Sweetheart,” she said. She undid the quick release clasp and the dick fell away.

It was much later and the cool breeze now had some warmth to it. We left the girls where they were. Kids are never early risers. Helen and I had a wonderful shower together. We soaped and washed each other thoroughly, particular attention was given to our pussies. “Can I do something with that minge of yours,” Helen asked, “ I could trim it beautifully for you.” “Not right now,” I said. We padded around making breakfast, each with our wet hair in a turban made from a towel. We were otherwise naked. Breakfast was set up on the balcony where we could take advantage of the increasingly warm day.

We chatted about anything and everything. Helen told me her history. She was fifteen just as I was. She had a girlfriend of fourteen. They had been on a cross country run and had delayed in the shower waiting to be alone. They then washed each other and kissed each other and licked each other, unaware that the games master was watching. The pervert should not have been the girls showers at all.

He put it to them that he would keep their dirty little secret as long as he could fuck both of them. He fucked each of them every week, after games, for the rest of the term. It would have gone on but, Helen was pregnant by then. She never revealed who the father was, she was afraid of what that would do to her friend, who was probably still fucking him., to keep her secret. People just assumed that she didn't say because she couldn't say, having fucked so many. She knew what it was like to lose your reputation.

It was afternoon before the girls stirred themselves, it was time for Helen and Zoe to make a move for home. We kissed our friends goodbye and waved them off from the balcony. They looked very tiny as we waved at them and as they waved back.

Like all children, Chloe was keen to share her new toy and her new experience with her mom. Even before our guests were out of sight, she was pulling me towards our bedroom. Clearly the weekend wasn't over yet...

Watch out for Pt 4.