Many thanks for the good feedback I have received from my friends at #niftygirls. A big Hallo to Julie and Wendy, whom I forgot to mention previously, (Lacey walks around her flat in sackcloth and ashes), and my apology to anyone else I may have forgotten. It's just that I have met soooooo many good people in there, and I have not kept a diary. Anyway, enough to say that my life is definitely richer for meeting you all. I had got into a rut, and my chats with you girls in #niftygirls have shown me that life is so varied, I should not have cause to complain.
Please understand that although the subject matter of these stories is true and really did happen, the names HAVE been changed to protect their identities as best I can. Also the events are not recent, happening about five years ago.
This is the fourth story. You can find the other three in Adult Friends under Lacey's World.
This story contains explicit descriptions of sex between young and older females. If this may offend you, do not read any further. Please do not reproduce this article whole or in part, without my permission.
So, on with Chapter Four. Ruth and her daughter Sarah.
I have to admit that I found Sarah very attractive in a sexual way. Although only 13, she had a deep grasp of things sensual, and loved to experiment. My shelf of toys in my bedroom became two shelves, as I bought several more toys for her to play with over the next few months. About once a week, I used to 'baby-sit' her for her mum, and she would bring her homework if she had any, but usually worked it so that she had none on 'our' nights. Obviously I had Ruth's work address and telephone number, just in case, and I had been to the gym where she worked, and seen what the set up was. Although fairly young, Ruth was very overweight, due to a glandular problem, and was always trying to keep her size down, but losing the battle. Sarah was the result of one of her many 'one night stands', and she was not really sure who actually fathered the child. Over the years she had drifted into lesbianism, but still enjoyed 'swapping proteins', as she put it once, with a few of her men-friends she kept in contact with. She was, and still is, a jolly person who would not let life get her down, and has been a steadying influence on me since I met her. I think I look upon her as my 'Mother Earth' figure. We had sat and chatted over coffee, and I had made it clear that I was totally lesbian, which she accepted without question or reservation. I had started working in a Club as a dancer, but I was not too happy with it. It was just a financial stopgap at that time. Ruth introduced me to 'a friend' Angie, who became my agent, and through her guidance I learned the ropes of Club Dancing.
About a month after I had started baby-sitting Sarah, Ruth left her with me and went off to do her evening shift at the gym. This was the third time I had sat for her and Sarah and I were really only finding out about each other. Our previous evenings had ended up with us naked and satisfied, as we fingered, licked and sucked, and then finished each other with one of my toys. This evening, however, was going to prove to be different, and change our whole relationship. Sarah was a bit quiet when she arrived, and obviously had something on her mind. I felt that if she wanted to say something I would let her say it in her own time. I was in my usual flat attire - my white silk dressing gown, and she was in her school uniform. She had brought her night-dress in a bag with her, and I suggested as usual that we shower together and order a take-away for dinner.
I loved watching her undress, and she already knew it. I sat on my bed and pinched my right nipple as she sat on the chair and took off her shoes. She looked up and smiled impishly at me. She knew by now that I liked to watch her, and she started to put on a tease show. She took off her short socks flashing me glimpses of her white knickers under her skirt, and I could see that they were wedging into her girl slot. She came over and gave me a light kiss on the lips, whilst she leaned her left hand on my leg. I hugged her with my right arm round her shoulders and gave her my tongue. Her right hand ran up the inside of my thigh until her index finger ran up the front of my crease. Then I felt her right middle finger dip into my wet well a couple of times. She pulled away from me laughing; "You're bloody wet, Lacey. Started without me?" My hand went to my wet slit as she skipped back to her chair. She sat open kneed on the chair so I could again see up her skirt, and unbuttoned her blouse. She was not wearing her usual School bra, but a beautiful white lace one, which was slightly padded to give her a cleavage. She cupped her breasts and rubbed her hands over them. "Mum got me this, and another one. She got me some new knickers too."
"It makes you look older," I said; gently stroking up and down my wet gulley, my other hand still tweaking my nipple.
She stood up with the blouse undone, and released the hook and zip on her skirt. She let it fall to the ground, stepped out of it, flicked it up to her hand with her foot, and dropped it onto the seat behind her. I watched mesmerised. She stood with her feet apart and again cupped her breasts. She rubbed her hands over them, then she took off her blouse and dropped that onto the chair behind. I could now see that she was wearing her new knickers as well. She reached to where the cups met and unhooked her bra, which parted to display her budding tits, now quite hard and pointed with her excitement. Hmmmmmmmm, I let my finger enter into myself, easing it gently in and out as I continued to watch her. She turned her back to me and bent at the waist to put the bra carefully ontop of her clothes. I realised that she was showing me the thong back to her knickers.
Now I must stop here to point out that a few years ago, thong underwear was not as readily available as it is now. I suddenly realised that she and her Mum must have gone out especially to buy them, not just into the ordinary High Street Shops. I felt a rush of excitement at the various ramifications of this.
Sarah turned and walked back over to me, almost reaching where I was sitting on the bed, and then turned on her heel, and bent over touching her toes. In that instant she showed me her 13-year-old butt, bisected by a thin white chord, which hardly covered her brown anal ring and broadened across her not-so-little cunnie lips, which were showing distinctly. I dropped to me knees and kissed each of her bum cheeks, then buried my face in her cleft, kissing her cotton-covered lips.
"Uh! Uh, Later !" she teased me and pulled away, leaving me kneeling and looking up at her. She put her thumbs into the waistband and pulled them down slowly, so that the gusset stuck in her crotch and and slowly peeled away to reveal her puss. I could see there was no hair, where there had been whisps before. I looked back up at her eyes. She shrugged and smiled. "I waxed it yesterday. Fucking hurt!" And then she laughed, and laughed. "Lacey, if you could see your face now!" She stepped out of her thong and catapulted it over to the other clothes. I shuffled along on my knees and buried myself in the cleft at the top of her legs. My tongue curled into her entrance. I licked the cream out of her gulley and felt the stiff little lump of her clitoris. I pulled her lips apart and ran my tongue into the 'piss lips' that had fallen out. She held onto my head for balance, and put her left foot up on my right shoulder. I was now able to lick from back to front. I put my left index finger to her open entrance and it slipped in easily. Whilst I finger fucked her, I teased her clit. I looked up and could see her stomach ripple and tense, and very quickly she orgasmed.
"Christ! Oh Lacey! Bloody 'ell!" She squeezed my face into her cunt and just stood for a minute like that, whilst I tongued her hole. Eventually I had to push away to breathe. She took her foot off my shoulder and staggered, stiff-legged to my bed, where she toppled onto her back, to lie opened kneed, half-on half-off the side of the bed. I shuffled over to her, to kneel between her legs. I dipped my head down to her blushing gash and kissed her several times gently, savouring the lovely hot smell of her girlie cunt. Her hands tousled my hair. "Fuck that was good," she panted between breaths.
As we revived ourselves a few minutes later over a cup of tea in the kitchen I asked her where she had got the underwear. "Mum brought them home for me. One of her friends works in a sweat-shop and they were running them up for a special order. Some boutique somewhere." 'Well' I thought, 'good old Mum.'
"There is something I wanted to ask you, Lacey," said Sarah looking over the rim of her cup. I looked back at her, eye to eye. I could see that she was a bit hesitant about this. "Does it hurt?" "What?" "Being fucked up the bum?" Her little eyes ducked behind the cup rim. I laughed. "You little minx! What makes you ask that?"
"Well...it's just that....... Well on your shelf.....ohm.. I'll show you." She got up from the table and a watched her pert little bottom exit out the kitchen door. She reappeared quickly, holding several of my toys. They were all butt plugs of different lengths and thickness. She spread them on the table. "That's what these are for isn't it?" I was not sure how to react. I looked at her straight and said "Yes they are."
"Do you use them?" she asked.
"Yes I do." I answered.
"So what's it like?"
"Well. It' hard to explain, love."
"I put my finger up my bum last night. Bloody difficult."
I had to laugh. "Didn't you use any lubricant?" I asked.
"Haven't got any. I did spit on my finger though. Still bloody difficult."
I could see where this conversation was leading to, and so I asked, "Do you want me to show you how to use these?" and I picked up a thin red gel plug, "because there are certain things that have to be done before we start to play with these."
The cup she was sipping from went back down onto the table. Her eyes lit up. "Oh yeah Lacey! Can you?"
I took a deep breath. 'What are you getting into here Lacey?' I thought. "OK. The first thing we must do is have an enema."
"Right...what's an enema?" she asked.
"Well if we're going to play with our bottoms," I said as though talking to a small child, "we must first clean them."
"Ok........so what's an enema?"
"It's a special wash to clean bottoms," I answered. I could see that I was still not getting through. "The inside of your bottom........ a flush out."
"Aaaaaah! Yes... Hmmm. Inside.....out. Isn't that a bit messy?"
"Not if it's done right, no. I really enjoy it." I said. "Come on and I'll show you." And with that I took her hand and we went into my bathroom.
A nursing friend had given me an attachment that screws on to the tube from my bath shower. It was no so much an enema nozzle as an instrument for irrigation. You first set up the water temperature and low pressure, then insert it up your arse. It has a junction so that the water can go in, and the waste water can come out, with a tube so you can direct where it goes. I unscrewed the hand shower and screwed on the attachment. I let the water run until the hot was through and then set up the temperature and pressure. It has a twist valve to control the pressure, and requires very little pressure to make it work, and I think too much would hurt. Sarah watched as I put a foot either side of the toilet bowel, and squatted. I lubed the four-inch long nozzle with KY and inserted it into my bowel, and turned on the water. Almost immediately the drain tube showed evidence of success as it drained into the toilet bowel. In less than 30 seconds I had flushed myself clean. Sarah just watched bug eyed. "Gosh. Never seen that before. Ought to use that when I'm consty. Much better."
I shut her up with a thin grin and the words, "Now it's your turn." I turned the water off, withdrew the metal probe, and gave it to her. She looked at it, and turned the water back on. It showered out water until she shut it off again.
"And this goes up my.........."
"Yup."
I moved away from the toilet bowl and she took my place. I smeared some more KY over the nozzle and she squatted down, reaching through her legs with it. She looked up at me, and I just nodded at her and said "Yup" again. She closed her eyes and pushed it in. It obviously went in easier than yesterday's finger, and when she turned on the water she started to giggle. "Hey Lacey, this don't half feel funny," she said. Then she looked down into the bowl. "Oh fuck!" she grimaced. "You don't have to look, yon know!" Within a few seconds the water ran clear and I flushed the loo, but she continued to irrigate her colon. I waited a few more seconds and then suggested she turn off the water.
"Now for a shower," I said and swapped the nozzle for the bath shower handset. We stepped into my walk-in shower and washed each other down. Sarah was so itching to get on with the plugs that she was not having any distractions in the shower, just a quick soap, rinse and out. I rinsed myself and stepped out to find her back in my bedroom already. She had laid out all the plugs on the bed in order of thickness, and was putting the thicker ones to one side. As I approached she said to me, "I don't think I'll ever be able to take these Lacey. Noo, never!" I smiled at her naivety.
I sat on the bed beside her and explained that 'being clean' was a personal thing, but I thought a good one. I told her that if I was visiting a friend I quite often took an enema kit, which could be easily obtained from a local Chemist anywhere. I then explained that you did not just stick things up your bum. It was important to use plenty of lubricant, and to take one's time. "You have to focus your mind. Try to imagine the muscles that you have to relax to allow it to enter. Concentrate and allow them to relax."
"You make it sound like something out of Kung Fu," she interrupted with a smile.
I went on. "Feel your ring muscle as you sit there. Actually be aware of it. You can tighten it at will. But try to relax it, without pushing or anything." I reached over for my box of condoms (I buy a gross at a time, its cheaper) opened the foil and spread it down the thin red plug. I applied a little KY to it. "Now then young lady, up on all fours."
Sarah looked at the plug and then moved round on the bed, so she was on hands and knees, with her bottom pointing towards me. She winced as I applied some KY to her ring, and gave an "Ahhhhgh!" when I stuck my finger in a little. I slid it in and out a few times, and then felt underneath her with my other hand, stroking her cunny and clit. I felt her clench her ring round my finger and a told her to relax it. The pressure became less and I was able to slide in and out more easily. Then I withdrew my finger, and she felt the tip of the plug instead.
"Now I need you to relax completely there. Really think about it." I applied a bit of pressure, and rotated the plug, first one way then the other. Slowly it slid in. I pulled it back out and then pushed it in again, going deeper. Each time I went deeper and deeper, slowly twisting it around as it went in. I also continued to finger her cunny and clit. Suddenly I was in far enough for her ring to close over the neck, next to the 't' bar end. I gave it one more push to make sure it was right in before letting go, and it stayed in. "There we are, that didn't hurt did it?" She looked round at me and her big cow eyes were full of tears. "I didn't did I, love?" I asked anxiously.
She gave a weak smile. "No Lacey. You didn't." She sniffed. "It's the most wonderful feeling I've ever had!" I looked at her and laughed. "You silly cunt. I thought I had hurt you!" She put a hand between her legs and felt the plug end, running a finger round between the plug and her skin, feeling how it fit. She pulled at it and it plopped out. She pushed it back in. She did this a few times. I prepared another, slightly thicker plug with a condom and lubed it. I told her to pull the first one out, and put this next one in. She did, finding the thicker one slightly difficult to get in over the ridge near its end, but managing. Again she plopped it in and out, fucking her own arse with it. I prepared a third plug, which was longer and thicker still. We traded plugs and she again worked the new one up into herself. I was dripping cunt juice watching her. I prepare a fourth plug. This one was quite thick, and tapered about 5 inches to the collar and 't' bar. She turned round and saw what was in my hands.
"No fucking way Lacey. Its too big," she said decidedly.
"You're right. This one's for me." I bent over to show her my bum, and she watched as I slid it into myself. She reached over and tried to pull it back out, but I clenched down on it. "No don't. I want it in for a few minutes," I said. I want to stretch myself open. Sarah climbed down off the bed, and, reaching round behind her, pushed on the plug with her right hand. Then she walked a few paces. "It doesn't fall out, does it?" she asked.
"It will in a few minutes," I said. "You will probably feel as though you want to take a dump. Don't worry. Just take it out and we will wait a minute or so, and then put it back up."
Sarah went over to the dressing mirror and bent over, looking at her plugged bum through her legs. "Looks great, don't it?" she asked.
"Yes it does," answered another voice. It was Ruth. Her mother had a key to let herself in with in cases of emergency, and she had come into the flat without us noticing. Sarah stood bolt upright and said, "Mum!" in a horrified voice. "We were just....."
"It's alright love. I don't mind you playing with Lacey."
I was just standing there, with my jaw slack. I didn't know what to say. Ruth came over to me and gave me a peck on the cheek. She looked down at the remaining plugs on the bed and picked one up. "Do you think I could try this one, Lacey, love?" she said, and smiled broadly.
"But I thought you wouldn't be back until after midnight," I stammered.
"There was a local power cut. Some workman cut through a cable and the area is out. So we shut up shop and I came home, here........." She began to undress there and then, piling her clothes over the bed.
"Lacey doesn't like you using her plugs if you're not clean," butted in Sarah. "Come with me and I'll fix you up." She almost dragged her mum into the bathroom and shut the door. I went into the lounge and poured myself a stiff gin and tonic and sat in the sofa, completely nonplussed. A few minutes later they both appeared at the doorway, Sarah smiling as usual, and Ruth now completely naked. She did a quick jive and her rolls of fat all moved about. "Great innit," she said.
"So what...." I started, but Ruth just strode in and with a dismissive gesture said, "Don't worry about it Lacey. I half guessed what was going on about a couple of weeks ago. Quite a flat you have here." She nodded back at the bedroom. "Quite an impressive collection of toys too." She paused just long enough to catch a breath. "What are you drinking? Can I have a whisky and soda?" I started to get up and Sarah motioned me to stay there. She went to the cabinet and poured a large (very) whisky into a tumbler, and then went out to the kitchen for the soda. Ruth lumbered round and sat down in the armchair next to me. She hooked her right leg over the arm so I could not help but look straight at her cunt. I had noticed she was shaven, like me. Sarah returned with her Mum's drink and gave it to her. She looked down at her Mum, frowned and pushed her leg off the arm. "Mum, behave yourself."
"Give your Mum a kiss," was her answer. Sarah bent over, and before I knew it, had started to kiss her mum's breast. Ruth's right hand went between her young legs and stroked up and down by her knees. As Sarah's kiss became a suckle, Ruth's hand elevated up the inside of Sarah's legs and met her puss. I could see Ruth's thumb working her little clit in her slot.
"She used to sleep in my bed as a tot, and as she got older we got ....... Closer," was all Ruth said to me before turning her face and kissing the back of her daughter's head. I watched as Ruth's hand moved between her daughter's legs below the black 't' bar of the butt plug, whilst her daughter sucked first one breast, then the other. I turned and lay along the sofa, and parted my legs. With one hand holding my lips apart, I started to frig my prominent clit and poke a finger in my hole, watching the mother and daughter pleasure each other. Sarah's hand went down to her mother's cunt, and she started to massage the slot, as only another woman can do. I saw Sarah move her feet further apart, and watched as her mum used two fingers to fuck her, jabbing straight up and down. Sarah's hand was moving fast in the folds of her mother's lap and Ruth started to buck and squirm in her seat. I could hear her panting and wheezing encouragements to her daughter. Her orgasm rumbled up from her depths and exploded as I watched. Mere words can not describe the scene. Obviously very intense, her orgasm was enormous. And when it was over I thought she had passed out. She sat there just panting, with her eyes closed. Sarah was standing over her, gently wiping her own hand back and forth over her own slit, watching her mum.
Then Ruth's eyes opened slowly, and a wide grin crossed her face. "Fuck, wasn't that something?" she asked, looking across at me. "She's got a wicked hand." She looked up at her daughter and said, "Must have got it from her Mother!" and then burst into a heaving laughter. Sarah bent over and kissed her damp forehead then came and sat with me on the sofa. I put my arm round her waist and she turned and gave me a kiss, gently brushing my lips with her own. As I sat there, various pieces of the jigsaw fitted, and I realised that Ruth and Sarah must have been sexually active for some time. And now Ruth was allowing me into the arena. I looked at Ruth and she just smiled and nodded at me. I smiled and nodded back. We did not even have to speak. From then on we have understood each other like twins do, and never really a cross word.
Sarah stood up and held a hand out to me. I stood up and then between us we helped Ruth to her feet. She pulled both of us to her and gave us a bear hug and kisses, then we went back into my bedroom. Sarah jumped onto the bed and held her hands out for me to join her. Ruth had stopped and was studying my toy shelf. I realised we still had the plugs in place and reached round to Sarah's. She was laying on her back and just held her legs in the air, and I was able to put it out of her. Her ring was dark red and remained open, until I rubbed it gently with my hand to help it close. I went on knees and hands, and Sarah pulled at my plug whilst I mentally relaxed my sphincter muscle. I felt it draw out and then cooler air on my ring. "Lacey likes anal sex," Sarah said quite matter of fact to her Mum. "Does she now?" answered Ruth and picked up a strap-on that was about 10inch long and smooth, and about 11/2 inches in diameter. She looked at me kneeling there and one of her eyebrows lifted in a question. I nodded and she stepped into the webbing. I climbed off the bed and helped her do up the fixtures, and then gave her the tube of KY. I stood beside the bed and leaned forward onto it, bending at the waist. I felt the cool lube as Ruth spread it round and into my open anal cavity. Sarah wriggled across the bed and lay with her legs wide open in front of me. I felt Ruth guide the hard black smooth gode into my rear passage and I bent my arms so I was resting on my elbows. It was now easy to lick that sweet young cunt that was inches away infront of me. Sarah was tickling her clit with the middle finger of her right hand as she lay on her back. I moved slightly and was able to lap at her cunt. Ruth had started to fuck me, and she knew how to use the strap-on. I could feel her moving about behind me so that the cock ran first up one side of my shute, then the other, then the top and so on. Sarah decided that she wanted to 69, and moved around so that she could get to my cream factory. She put her arms round my legs and started to lick my clit. I dipped down and licked her's. Whatever she did to me, I return back to her. Slowly we built each other up, all the while her Mum slowly fucked my ass.
Then I could feel myself about to cum. "Suck me! Suck my pussy!" I shouted and felt her lips go to my vagina. Ruth pulled out to give her room and came to my side to squeeze my nipples, not hard but hard enough to feel. As the energy of the orgasm ripped through me I knew I was squirting cream through those lovely 13-year-old lips as she sucked and licked me. Then I felt her cumming under me. I buried my head in her cunt and did the same, sucking and licking her, tasting her juices as they flowed easily into my mouth. I could hear Ruth saying "Give it to her girl," and not knowing which one of us she meant. Both us continued to suck and twitch with the agony of what the other was doing. Finally it became too much for me, and I cried out for Sarah to stop. Ruth helped me to stand upright and I saw the upside down face of Sarah covered in my juices, her hair plastered down with it. I bent down and kissed her, my tongue tasting my own juices on her mouth, as she did her juices on mine. I climbed up on the bed and straddled Sarah, then lay ontop of her. My arms wrapped round her, and her's wrapped round me. We rolled onto our sides and kissed and kissed as we abandoned reality and melted together in that moment. As we deep tongued each other I heard Ruth say, "I'll just go put on the kettle then," and I felt Sarah's tummy convulse a couple of times as she gave a little laugh. I looked up to see Ruth's ample frame disappear into the Lounge, her buttocks wobbling as she walked. She hadn't taken off the strap-on yet. I looked at Sarah's face and her smiling eyes. I gave her a real smacker and then suggested we had another shower to clean ourselves up.
In the shower we washed each other and were just rinsing when we heard, "Do you take sugar, Lacey?" I looked at the bathroom door, and there was my young lover's Mother, standing there naked, with a big black cock strap-on sticking out infront of her, holding cups of tea for her naked daughter and her naked neighbour. It all seemed so unreal, but fact has an uncanny way of being stranger than fiction.
More (hopefully) from Lacey's World another day.