Sleepover, Part 4

by Joanne

Helen and Zoe were barely out of sight before Chloe was pulling me towards the bedroom we shared together each night. I knew what it was that she wanted. She was excited with her new toy. She had such a wonderful time with her lover Zoe and she wanted to share those fantastic feelings with her first love, me.

“Sweetheart,” I said. She could see that I was not entirely happy. “I know that you are excited and I know that you like your new present and I know that you want to share those wonderful feelings with me. I saw what it did to you and Zoe last night, I can see why you are excited.

“What's the matter mummy?” she asked picking up on my mood. “ It's nothing really darling, its just that, well,” I was thoughtful, not really sure what I was feeling myself. “Its just that its you that I love. You!” I emphasised, “You the beautiful, sweet, gentle, lovely little girl that I love more than life itself. I don't want a boy, not even a plastic boy. Toys like them are like Christmas cake and funny hats. They are for party time. For fun amongst friends. We don't need plastic dicks when we are alone. We just need each other and our love.” I picked her up, and took her into our bedroom. I placed her on the bed and made long, slow, tender love to her. After I had tongue fucked her and after she had sobbed through the very intense orgasm that produces. We lay cuddled up together, all things plastic, forgotten. She slept in my arms. I kissed her closed eyes. I caressed her hair. I was the happiest mom alive.

The rest of that day was spent doing the simple things of life. Preparing for work and school the next day. We watched TV together, we always cry at the same things and we always giggle at the same things. We would sit cuddled up together sobbing our eyes out at the soppiest of things or, otherwise, we would be rolling about helpless at the daftest things you can imagine. Our little world was a private heaven.

The week began as usual. I dropped Chloe off at school and coaxed my battered old car to the supermarket, where I work. Another week had began. The only time we workers were allowed the use the front doors was first thing on a Monday morning, when it was so quiet you could the hear the loud hiss as the sliding doors opened. I hated the sound of those doors with a passion. From then on and for the rest of the week the store was open round the clock and the only doors we were allowed to use were the loading bay doors at the rear. We were not worthy.

This week was the same as last week, and will be the same as next week, but hey, its a living. It was Thursday. It was late. I was losing the will to live, eight hours on a checkout did that to you. I have smiled and been pleasant to thousands of people, some of whom you just wanted to slap. I looked along the line of trolleys. You don't see people. You only see trolleys and how much they have in them. It was the mad waving that attracted my attention and made me look down the line. It was Helen. The people in front of her got served in double quick time.

The managers in the back office must have wondered why I started the conversation with, “These positions are taped madam.” “What?” she said, “Never mind about that. I've got a caravan.” The guys in the back office must have thought, “What the F...”

“Can you get off early?” she asked. “I'll be finished,” I looked at my watch, “in an hour.” I served her with great care and attention, I knew the boys on the back office would be watching every move. They are so paranoid, they will think we were talking in code. I'm not so sure we weren't.

I clocked off and walked fast, breaking into a trot through the warehouse, to where I could see Helen hopping from one foot to the other as if she was about to wet herself. “What's going on?” I asked. I was sure it must be life threatening. “I told you,” she said, “I've got a caravan.” I looked a her dumbfound, “I know, but what does that mean?”

“Imagine this,” she said, “ A big eight berth caravan, on a private little campsite, just off a quiet beach on the sunny north coast of Devon. Two weeks, me , you, and the girls. What do you say?” “I say you are out of your tiny mind. The girls are in school, I am working and in any case, so are you.” I was thinking fast, “ and how do we get there?” I'll sort it, don't worry” she said, “ In fact, I have already started. My boss thinks that my granny in Scotland has died, and I am needed there to help sort things out and Zoe's headmistress has had the same story. You don't want me to do everything for you, do you,” she said exasperatedly.

“I'll think about it,” I said,”Don't tell Chloe about it just yet.” She had a very guilty look on her face. “You have already told her, haven't you?” “ She guessed.” she was biting her bottom lip, expecting me to explode. “She guessed? She guessed about a caravan on a beach in Devon, How?” I stood, staring at her and she cracked, “Ok, Ok I gave her some clues,” she admitted.

The way that Chloe and Zoe came skipping out of school told me that the decision was already made. When I called the headmistress, my lie was suspiciously similar to Helen's but I didn't care. My boss took it all in and offered his condolences and even offered full paid leave. I had a bad conscience, but it didn't last long. It left me as soon as I clocked off.

There was no way that my dog of a car could make the long journey to Devon. The problem was that Helen had already lost her license due her habit of going out pissed everywhere. She now travelled locally by cab, which would have been expensive, but the one man cab company was, in fact, a one woman cab company and Helen has found other ways of paying her. She would have been bow legged for life though, if she had paid the price of a trip to Devon.

She assured me, when she called me later, that she had solved the problem,. “Great,” I said, “you have found us a car.” “Well, not a car exactly.” “What then?” I dreaded the answer. “Not a problem,” she said, “but, it is a van. Loads of room for the kids and all our stuff. It will be great.”

It was a Transit van. Helen's friend has a poodle parlour. We travelled all the way to Devon in a bright pink van with 'Doggie Heavon' written on both sides. The kids loved it, they christened it Doggie and so it was Doggie this and Doggie that for whole holiday.

We threw all our stuff into the back of the van. There were suitcases, there were boxes of food and groceries and four sleeping bags. We didn't know what the bedding would be like at the caravan. Helen and I threw it in and the girls organised it. They soon had it organised into a love nest, supported by boxes and cases and were curled up together all the way.

The one thing that we didn't have, was any alcohol, I said nothing but I was delighted. I am becoming more and more fond of Helen, the only down side to her character was her drinking. I wanted to get close to her, but I wanted the real Helen. If I was asked to describe my ideal woman, Helen would be close to that ideal but, except for the brief glimpses outside school I haven't seen the clear eyed bundle of energy that I could so easily fall for.

As we drove south along the endless motorway. I watched her as she jived happily to the music on the radio showing girlie excitement as golden oldies came over the airways, “Do you remember this?” she would ask excitedly. I tingled all over. At this moment all I wanted to do was watch her every mannerism, each cute little giggle, when she remembered the lyrics and sang them to me. I loved her lovely long legs, that spent a lot of the time up on the dash board as she slapped them in time with the music. When we took toilet brakes she would take my hand. We walked tall as lovers and didn't care. As we stood in line she would slip her arm around my waste. It was clear to anyone who cared that we were lovers. It was certainly clear to the girls.

I didn't know what she has had to do, to get the caravan for two weeks and I didn't want to know. It was enough to know that she did, whatever it was, for us. So that we could be together, so that, for two weeks at least, we could be a family. I hoped that the caravan would not be a disappointment.

Finding the camp-site was easy, Doggie had satnav. The entrance to the camp was via a farm yard. Reception was in the little shop operated by the farmer. He gave us the key and directions to the correct 'unit' as he called it. We followed the path past six or seven units. The path took us to the end of the camp-site. There was one unit, set away from the rest. My mouth dropped open.

The caravan was clearly the farmer's jewel in the crown. If it wasn't brand new, it wasn't far from it. It faced the sea. It had raised decking along the seaward side. It had hardwood timber table and chairs and it even had a patio heater. The actual sea was reached along a board walk through the sand dunes. The patio was surrounded by a timer fence except for steps down to the board walk. Delighted with the board walk, the kids disappeared at high speed along it.

The interior had a large lounge, furnished with a real three piece suite and a TV. There was a well equipped kitchen with a dinette and beyond that a bedroom. Between that bedroom and another bigger bedroom at the extreme end of the unit, was a toilet with sink and a separate shower room. The beds had clean bedding stacked on them. The whole place was spotlessly clean. I took hold of Helen's hands and faced her. I held her head in my hands and kissed her gently on the lips. She put her arms around me and pulled me close. We kissed deep and passionately, we searched each other's mouth and tongue. She took me by the hand and led my to the end bedroom. She swiped the bedding off the bed and sat me down. She sat next to me and kissed me again. She place her arm over me shoulder and we gently rolled onto our backs. I ended up in the fold of her arm as she held me around my neck. With her head above mine she kissed me letting go of her passion. At that moment, at that worst possible moment, a male voice called out, “Hello, is everything OK?”

We got up and went to greet him. Stupidly I said, “Everything is fine, thank you.” Helen pushed past me an gave the man an envelope. He turned to the worktop and counted out twenty pound notes. He nodded his satisfaction and wrote something on the preprepared receipt and handed it to Helen. “You paid for it?” I asked, as the man left. “Of course. I don't pay for everything on my back you know.” “You must let me pay my share,” I insisted. “Not a chance.” she said. That was when the kids turned up and the moment was lost.

They were excited about the beach that they had discovered. They had only come back for their bikinis. I closed and locked the door, I didn't want another visit from the farmer. We rummaged through the cases until we had each found a bikini. The girls were into theirs in double quick time and calling for us the hurry. I was slipping into mine when Helen said, “You are going to have to let me do something with that.” She was looking at the mop of hair that was my minge. I felt a sudden surge. She slapped my bum playfully as I passed her.

Helen and I walked along the board walk arm in arm. Loaded with bags full of towels and sun cream and fruit juice. The girls were running on ahead and kept stopping to wait for us. Their bottoms looked so cute in the tight little bikinis as they ran. As we walked, Helen laid her head on my shoulder. I could smell the shampoo on her hair and my pussy stirred. I was falling for this girl. I knew it and I let it happen. All the time that the girls were running backwards and forwards to the sea Helen and I were lay on a towel necking like a couple of teenagers.

We became aware that we were in shadow. I looked up to see the woman sat astride a magnificent beast. We hadn't heard the horse approach at all. She was dressed in a white blouse and cream jodhpurs and a black hard hat. “Ladies,” she said in greeting. “I have a stable full of ponies for hire, if you or the girls ride. They are very docile, ideal for beginners.” “Thank you.” I said, “ we will consider it.” You will find us just up the beach,” she said. She kicked the horse on, “Sorry to disturb you,” she called as she rode away. Helen fell back onto the towel laughing, “Your face was a picture,” she laughed. “How bad are we,” I said, “ when even a horse can sneak you on us?” I was grinning.

The girls came back and were clearly getting too much sun. We set about coating them with sun tan cream. I had Zoe and Helen did Chloe. The process was turning both girls on. Had we not been in a public place there would have been a frantic four way session. As it was, and as we coated their backs, they had their hands underneath themselves fingering their pussies.

It was teatime when we returned to the caravan. We all felt pretty grubby after the beach. The shower room was very small, barely big enough for both girls to get into together, but they managed it, and judging by the noises that were making, they were having a very good time. Helen was busying herself in the toilet. “Sweetheart,” she called, “Come here darling.” I went to see what she was up to. She had a sink full of water. Laid out along the shelf under the mirror were hair clippers, a comb, scissors, shaving foam and a safety razor. She just gave me the curly finger. It wasn't up for debate. She just said “I saw hair peeping out from your bikini today. It has to go.” “Not all of it,” I pleaded, “I would quite like it the same as yours.” “Trust me,” she said. I don't know if any of you have had your pussy shaved, but it is very erotic. She had me laid across the loo, my legs were in the air and spread wide. She was knelt on the floor with all her tools spread all around her. She combed, she cut and she trimmed, she wet me and covered the area with foam. Then came the process of shaving.

She shaved all around my pussy and anus until she was happy with the result. She then washed the whole area and kissed me on my pussy. I could feel her lips like never before, my juices flowed in spades. She licked me, opening me up with her tongue, and probed me and circled my clit and then probed me again, round and round. She slipped her fingers into me and brought me to my orgasmic climax. “You're done,” she said slapping my bum. She got up and left me to it. I tried to see her handy work in the little wall mirror, but couldn't.

I came out into the lounge where there was a full length mirror. “My god,” I said. She had formed my bush into a little heart. My pussy was smooth and felt wonderful. She looked at me from the kitchen, “Stop playing with yourself sweetheart and give me some help with the meal.” She was grinning from ear to ear. She was by the sink peeling potatoes. I put my arms around her and kissed her on the ear, “Thanks darling, its lovely,” I said.

There was too much movement by other holiday makers for us to be naked outside the caravan. We ate the meal that Helen had been cooking, outside on the patio. We were all properly dressed in bikinis and as it grew cooler in the evening , one by one, we slipped summer dresses on. We were outwardly respectable.

We had arranged the big bedroom for ourselves and the smaller room for the girls. We wanted to enjoy our new closeness. We wanted to be alone to love each other and to explore each other. Not a chance. The girls appeared to take the news that they would be sharing a bedroom together quite calmly. Helen and I settled into bed together, curling up under the sheet. The caravan went quiet and we kissed, content that we had all night and that there was no rush. Then the door burst open and two beautiful and totally naked girls dived onto the bed.

The sheet was the first casualty, it was cast aside like some old rag, but the girls stopped in their tracks, once it was gone, and gasped as they saw my new pussy. “Mummy it's beautiful,” said Chloe and she was the first to dive in. The feeling of her face on my naked and very smooth pussy lips, melted me, turned me to liquid and I flowed over my girl. I was lost and away from this planet. I spread my legs as wide as I could and both girls used all their talent to drive me insane. Helen had to content herself with straggling my face and allowing me full access to her pussy. I kissed her, and licked, and entered her to a climax and drank of her copious juices. There was never a moment when I didn't a girl, or woman, on my new pussy all that night.

At breakfast we planned our day. I had told the girls about the ponies and they were keen to go and take a look. When everything was cleaned and stored away, we all piled into 'Doggie' and drove along the coast road in search of the stables. The girls were dressed in tight jeans and trainers. When they crawled into Doggie, it was not difficult to imagine what lay beneath that denim and when they stood together, as we discussed the finer points with the stable woman, you could just see the outline of their camel toes. The woman, the same woman that we had seen on the beach, looked long and hard at them. She muttered a hat size and collected two hard hats from the self behind her. The girls put the hats on and looked even more cute. “I'll get the girl to take them out and see how they get on. The ponies are very docile, don't worry about a thing.”

She led us out and across the yard to the stables. She opened one of the half doors and called out, “Julie! Julie, where are you girl?” A girl appeared from one of the stalls with a pitch folk in her hand. She couldn't be more than thirteen or fourteen at the most. The jodhpurs she wore left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her hair was all tossed, her blouse was wet with sweat and the jodhpurs had unsavory streaks on them. “Where s Julie?” the woman asked, to our great relief. The girl just pointed back towards the house. We all turned as one. She was about eighteen. She too wore judpurs, just as tight, but hers were spotless. All our eyes were fixed on her tits. They had a life of there own and were truly wonderful, the buttons of her blouse strained to contain them as she walked. She held a riding crop in one hand and slapped it against her leg in time with her stride. I doubt if there was a dry pussy anywhere in that yard. “Do you fancy having a ride,” Helen whispered in my ear. “Not on a horse,” I said. She squeezed my bum, and whispered, “Naughty.”

The girls looked wonderful, each one, astride a pony and clearly enjoy having a powerful breast between their legs. They rode out of the yard following the girl, Julie, who was astride a much larger beast. Their little bums, too small for the saddle, slipped from side to side, which looked so cute. With all that movement, it would not be long before they were wringing wet.

Helen and I spent the lovely, sunny morning walking arm in arm along the beach, dressed in our bikinis. We found a secluded spot amongst the dunes, where we sun bathed and made love and slept and cuddled. It was a dreamy spot and we were in a dream world all of our own.

When we collected the girls, hours later. They walked slowly to Doggie and were unsteady on their feet. Once we were back on our patio, they told us all about their morning. The story made both me and Helen very wet.

They had walked the ponies along the beach, but as they got braver they started to trot and then gallop. The punishment, their their pussies got from the saddle, did indeed, have the predicted affect. Chloe pretested loudly to Julie that she needed to wee. Julie headed them off the beach, inland and quickly found a secluded spot, in a clearing surrounded by trees.

They tied the horses to some trees and Chloe peeled down her jeans and her very wet panties and crouched to wee. Julie didn't turn away. She stood looking at her, biting her lip. Chloe let go of her flow, it gushed in a powerful stream. As the flow subsided and steam rose from the ground, the girl's eyes were wide in amazement. “You want to fuck me, don't you., “Chloe said. The girl just stood there with her mouth open and and her chest heaving in and out, but it was her nipples that answered the question. Zoe slipped her hand between the girls legs from the rear, stroking her bum and her pussy through her tight judpurs. The girl visibly wilted before their eyes. “P, please,” she stammered in a small voice. She stood there in a trance still staring at Chloe's pussy, as Zoe unbuttoned the blouse and released the massive tits from their support bra. They each swayed away from each other as only massive tits can. They seemed to survey the scene like animals looking for prey, looking for a victim to devour. Zoe unzipped the judpurs and loosened them. She peeled them slowly down to reveal the smallest string thong.

“My mother will punish me,” the girl pleaded, in a weird little girl voice, but it took only the merest little push in the back to have her falling on all fours and going at Chloe's pussy like an hungry animal. Her naked bum showed vicious lines of bruises, criss crossing her buttocks. Zoe stroked the bum gently. The girl gurgled, but didn't even come up for air, but continued to tongue fuck Chloe. Zoe opened the dripping pussy and fist fucked until she threw her head back and screamed. The girl had an insatiable appetite. She lay on her back as Chloe fist fucked, with Zoe on her face and playing with the wonderful tits. She rolled over and over as positions were changed. She just couldn't get enough. The girl then made them ride the horses hard, all the way back to the beach and along it, all the way back to the stables.

“When we got back to you,” said Chloe, “Our cunts were on fire. What hadn't been battered by the girl had been battered by that fucking saddle.” Helen and I had inspected the girls nether regions as soon as we got back to the caravan. They were, indeed, battered and bruised. They lay grinning as we rubbed ointment all over them. Sucking in air as their very sore pussies were rubbed.

“We will be left alone tonight,” Helen whispered in my ear, “they are far too sore to fuck tonight.” She slipped her hand around my bum and traced my crack from the rear. I leaned into her and kissed her on the ear.

Look out for part 5