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Miss Richardson pulled the dildo all the way out.

The older woman knew the rubber pole would be uncomfortable up the little girl's ass now that her passion was appeased.

It occurred to the little girl that her asshole had been stretched open further than it had ever been stretched before.

She knew that the dildo was thicker than anything that had ever been forced out of that pink hole.

She knew this for a fact. She would have remembered a turd that was as thick as the rubber dong that had just reamed her until she was bloody.

"I hope I didn't hurt you too badly," Miss Richardson said. There was an element of truth in this. Miss Richardson liked Emmylou and did not feel the same combination of lust and ire that she felt over Sandy.

"Oh no, it felt very good. Is there very much blood. I don't want to look."

"Not much. You just relax on your belly and I'll clean up."

"You must be the best lover in the whole wide world," Emmylou said.

"I doubt it. I might be in the top ten, though," Miss Richardson said.

The woman left the room and went down the hall to the bathroom. Emmylou could hear her singing a happy tune.

In the bathroom the older woman removed her bloody dildo and washed it thoroughly with soap and hot water in the sink.

She then moistened a washcloth and returned to the bedroom. She wiped the blood from the backs of the little girl's thighs and from the cheeks of her ass.

She had Emmylou lift her loins from the bed a few inches so she could use the damp washcloth to wipe the blood from the little girl's pussy, and, finally, out of the sweet crack of her ass. The older woman was very gentle as she wiped the little girl's ass for her, because she knew how sore the anus was after the buggery.

"I have an idea," Miss Richardson said.

"What's that?"

"Let's take a nice hot bath together."

"Can we kiss and soap each other up and stuff?"

"We can do whatever your little heart desires."

"Do you like bubble bath?" Emmylou asked.

"I wouldn't bathe any other way," Miss Richardson exclaimed.

"I hope you like the water steamy hot," Emmylou said.

"So hot that it steams up the mirrors," Miss Richardson said.

"Oh, Miss Richardson, we have so many things in common!"

"Do you think you will be able to walk to the bathroom on your own?"

"I think so. My legs feel a little shaky. But I think they are strong enough."

"Let me take your hand and help you up off the bed," Miss Richardson said.

"Thank, lover." And so they walked hand in hand to the john.

"So now I have been fucked in all three of my holes," Emmylou said.

"I guess the boy's in town taught you how to give blow jobs."

"Oh, Miss Richardson, I can do better than that," Emmylou said.

"I'm afraid I don't understand what you mean," Miss Richardson said.

"This one guy Charlie taught me how to give deep throat."

"You mean that you let him fuck your face?" Miss Richardson asked.

"Uh huh. He drove his cock all the way down into my gullet."

"You mean, so that his balls were on your chin?" Miss Richardson asked.

"That's right, and my nose was shoved into his pubies."

"Wow. Didn't that hurt you badly?" Miss Richardson asked.

"I gagged and cried at first, but then it stopped and I liked it."

"You must have gained control of your throat muscles."

"I guess so. I think the muscles stopped gagging because they were exhausted."

"It doesn't sound at all pleasant, Emmylou," Miss Richardson said.

"I liked it. I felt like a sword-swallower in the circus."

"Did you let him come in your mouth and everything?" Miss Richardson asked.

"Of course. All the boys make me swallow their come," Emmylou said.

"I never did know very much about boys, you know," Miss Richardson said.

"Oh yeah, that's right. I forgot. You only swing one way," Emmylou said.

"Your vocabulary has certainly broadened since we first spoke about all of this."

"I decided that I always wanted to be a swinger, deep down inside."

"I guess if there is a libertine inside you, she will emerge sooner or later."

"I said that first time when we were together that I wanted to learn everything there was to know about sex."

"You still feel that way, I presume," Miss Richardson said. The tub was filling with water and white bubbles.

"Oh yes! The more I learn the more I find there is to learn."

"That's true with everything, Emmylou. Is that enough water for you?"

"Perfect. The water level will go up when we both get in," Emmylou said. And so they both got in the tub together facing one another. They sat up in the tub with their knees out of the water and parted. They began to throw palms full of bubbles at one another. Soon there were bubbles floating all around the bathroom and they were both giggling as if they were a good deal younger than they actually were.

Then the older woman fetched a bar of soap. She soaped up the little girl's tits and then massaged those youthful globes. The nipples were hard and erect. The blonde woman lowered her face to the little girl's bosom and began to sensuously kiss both of those tits. She licked and sucked at the nipples and the little girl could feel all of the mucous membranes in between her legs rapidly swelling toward full engorgement.

The little girl could feel her clit once again peeking out from under its foreskin. The natural lubrication that dribbled from her cunt was lost in the bath water somewhere.

They rubbed at each other's thighs. They tongue kissed sensuously. They found each other's pussies with their fingers underneath the steamy and soapy water. They rubbed up and down each other's slashes – and then, at the exact same time, they began to diddle each other's clit.

Roseanna Ho was alone in her bedroom, naked on the bed, her legs spread in front of her, her knees raised up off the bedspread, her pussy wet and hot.

Roseanna Ho was a pretty little Oriental high school girl who was curious about her body. She had only begun masturbating the week before.

But it had become a bit of a habit. She loved the pleasures that she gave herself so much that she had become obsessed by them – perhaps even possessed.

Roseanna was a virgin but she did not want to stay that way for much longer. She was sick and tired of her older sister always having all the fun.

Roseanna's older sister, Sookie, was eighteen and already out of high school. Sookie dated a lot of guys and – to Roseanna – her life seemed like one never-ending adventure.

Roseanna knew that Sookie had been having hot sex with boys ever since she was about fourteen – and, as far as Roseanna could tell, she was not the slightest worse for wear and tear because of it.

Roseanna wanted to be like that. She didn't even know why she had remained chaste for so long. She got butterflies in her belly every time she was approached by a boy.

Now that Roseanna was becoming increasingly familiar with the joys of orgasm, she was hoping that she would not be so shy around the boys her own age.

Roseanna lived in a neat two-story house on the edge of town. Her mother and father had been born in Korea but had moved to the United States when they were little.

Neither Roseanna nor Sookie had any accent – although strangers always expected them to. The sisters were very similar in appearance, although Sookie was actually a couple of inches taller and had slightly larger breasts.

At that moment – it was Friday night – Sookie was out on a date with one of her many boyfriends. Roseanna, as usual, had nothing much to do. Nothing to do but play with herself. Roseanna had discovered that she enjoyed masturbation better if she didn't think about how much nicer her pleasure would be if she were sharing it with a real lover.