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Emma
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Emma is no stranger to the world of pornography, working as she does 
for one of the premier sex television stations. Nor is she a stranger 
to the naked body, being a dedicated naturist. However, in almost 
every other way she is naive and innocent. This is the story of how 
she finds herself, and also about the lives of people around her. 
In this novel, soap opera meets sex fiction. 


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Previously
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Emma makes friends with Maisie, a television starlet, and starts a 
relationship with Dorothy, Maisie's mother.



Chapter Twelve
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"Are you staying with Mummy again tonight?" Maisie asked Emma 
while they watched two of the cast of St. Denis Road making love. 
One of the cast had just passed her sixteenth birthday and could now 
be filmed legally in sex scenes. She had looked forward to this day for 
a long time and had discussed with Emma which of the cast she would 
most like to be filmed having sex with. An additional complication 
was that her "boyfriend" from the cast was still under age, so she had 
to be portrayed as unfaithful. This conflicted with the general ethos of 
the program especially as her preferred fuck was her "father". It was 
necessary to opt for her second preference: a next-door neighbour who 
in the program generally played a rather simple humurous rôle 
wherein he often lost his trousers and underpants. 

However, the scene which Maisie and Emma were watching in fact 
featured her having sex with her "father" in a specially filmed episode 
intended for export partly in deference to the girl's actual desire and 
the added interest generated by making such a "pirate" episode. Emma 
wondered what boost it might bring to the programme's already quite 
respectable ratings. 

Maisie had become rather accustomed to seeing such sex scenes and 
Emma didn't really feel at all embarrassed to be with her as the 
"father" and "daughter" carried on in their enthusiastic way. But she 
did get a little embarrassed by Maisie's question. "Why yes, of 
course," she answered. "Why do you ask?" 

"Oh, no reason!" Maisie replied. "Oh look at Melissa! You can see 
she's often done this before!" 

And indeed you could as she took her "father"'s penis with a practised 
air and aimed the come directly into her mouth. Emma wondered 
about this. It would make good television, but it somehow 
compromised the premise of the character's virginity. Perhaps this 
scene would have to be edited out and attached to an episode where 
she would be supposedly more experienced. 

At the end of the day, after congratulating Melissa on her performance 
and scheduling her "official" episode for the following day, Emma 
again waited for Maisie to be ready for the drive home. Maisie was 
chatting with Melissa who was giving details of how she and her 
"father" had practised for this scene. Eventually they headed for the 
car and put on their seat-belts. Maisie had stopped wearing clothes at 
all: at home, at work or even in the car. This had caused comment 
from others at the station about Emma's influence on the child, despite 
it being entirely Maisie's choice. 

Dorothy didn't wear many clothes either these days, but she couldn't 
really be called a naturist. She generally wore a dressing gown and 
was eager to hide her nakedness from Maisie. But there was very little 
hesitation about taking her clothes off when the two women went to 
bed. Emma carefully avoided being rough with Dorothy. She reserved 
a certain kind of respect for Maisie's mother and felt there would be 
something distasteful about treating her quite as passionately as she 
would Charlotte or Susan. In fact, Emma was aware, she didn't really 
make love to Dorothy with anything like the passion she would with 
most other women. Why then did she still stay with Dorothy and 
Maisie so often? 

Dorothy didn't bother to hide her affection to Emma from Maisie. As 
soon as Emma and Maisie made their way from the garage to the 
house, she would kiss Maisie tenderly on the cheek and Emma for a 
few moments longer deep inside the mouth. While sitting together 
with Maisie in the living room, watching television or having dinner, 
Dorothy would squeeze Emma's hand, put her arms around her 
shoulder and occasionally lean over and kiss her. 

Dorothy and Emma chatted with Maisie about work and Melissa's 
exciting day. "She's ever so good at it," Maisie said. "A lot better than 
Nancy." 

"Nancy?" wondered Dorothy. 

"She plays Maisie's "mother" on the show," explained Emma. "One 
of the running jokes in the series is that Maisie keeps catching her 
"mother" making love to milkmen, neighbours or her "father". 
Because of that Maisie's got rather used to seeing Nancy making love 
on the set." 

"And what's Nancy like?" wondered Dorothy. 

"As an actress? Or in the sex scenes? Well, she's good as a comic 
actress. She used to be in the theatre before sex television. She was 
quite used to being in trousers down and breasts out comedies. She's 
improving her sex scenes, but it's not really that important how well 
she performs every time. We can always edit the scenes if we have to." 

"Why don't you always do that?" 

"We're obliged by the terms of our charter to provide a high 
percentage of authenticity in the sex scenes." 

"And so my daughter sees rather a lot of sex at work, does she?"  

"I'm afraid so, but she mustn't appear as a participant in any sex 
scene. Nudity is permitted and non-sexual touching of other children, 
but everything else is totally forbidden." 

"Well, that's alright then," commented Dorothy, but not sounding very 
convinced. 

When Maisie had left and the first thumps of her audio system could 
be heard, Dorothy leaned over to Emma and rather forcefully pushed 
her tongue straight into her mouth. Emma was taken aback a little, but 
soon reciprocated and the two women began caressing each other. 
Dorothy's dressing gown slipped off and the two of them were naked. 
Emma detached her tongue from Dorothy's mouth and whispered in 
her ear. "Shouldn't we go to the bedroom?" she asked. 

Dorothy didn't answer and instead became noticeably more amorous. 
Perhaps she likes the novelty value of making love in the living room 
with the television burbling on, thought Emma, who herself rather 
liked the change of scene. It wasn't too long till all consideration of 
such niceties were forgotten as the two struggled together, groin 
rubbing against groin. For the first time, Emma inserted her middle 
finger all the way up Dorothy's anus and was somewhat startled by the 
passion of her response. "Oh God!" Dorothy gasped. "I love you! God! 
Deeper! Deeper!" 

It was at that moment that Emma caught a glimpse of another figure in 
the living room. It was Maisie, sitting calmly on the settee watching 
Emma and her mother make love. Emma abruptly stopped and 
whispered urgently to Dorothy: "Maisie's here! And she's watching!" 

Dorothy looked up from Emma's breasts where she had been biting at 
her nipples. "So what!" she said before returning with more vigour. 

As Emma leaned back while Dorothy's finger started easing into her 
own anus, she looked questioningly at her lover. She could just about 
mouth the word "daughter". Dorothy responded by pulling her face 
directly up to Emma's and pinching her clitoris firmly. "If she sees sex 
every day at work," she whispered, "what difference does it make if 
she sees it at home?" 

Emma couldn't argue with that and indeed the thought of Maisie 
watching their lovemaking rather added more excitement to the 
proceedings. She enjoyed catching sight of Maisie from the corner of 
her eyes as Dorothy prised open her vagina and pushed as much of her 
tongue and some of her fingers as deep inside her as she could. She 
looked at Maisie's pretty figure as she reciprocated by swivelling 
round to put her mouth and fingers dangerously deeply into her 
mother's slightly shit-smelling backside. She hoped Maisie didn't spot 
her as she detached a piece of dried shit where it had got caught in her 
teeth. 

Maisie was still there when Emma and Dorothy had finished . "You're 
still not as good as Melissa," she commented matter-of-factly.  

"Don't be so rude to Emma," laughed Dorothy. 

Emma blushed. "It really doesn't matter," she said, but at the same 
time feeling curiously snubbed. 

Later, when Dorothy and Emma were in bed together and Dorothy had 
failed to interest her lover in making love, she commented: "You don't 
fool me, you know." 

"Fool you?" started Emma suddenly feeling guilty. 

"Yes, you know, - about my daughter ..." 

"I don't know what you mean..." 

"It's not me you're in love with at all. It's not because of me you come 
here so often and share my bed. It's Maisie!" 

"Maisie!?" 

Dorothy sniffed with a mixture of contempt and sympathy. "You don't 
have to pretend. I do know. It's Maisie you're in love with!"

Now that Dorothy had made it obvious what her real feelings were, 
Emma felt curiously disoriented. She now understood why she was so 
obsessed with Maisie. She also understood why she had insisted on 
poor Charlotte shaving off her vulva and why she had become so eager 
on making love to women with small breasts and slender hips. She 
also could also see what she'd been hiding from herself and what had 
been making her so unhappy. 

At first Emma felt very guilty at being discovered by Dorothy. She 
was a paedophile. Someone who wanted to molest children. Someone 
whose desire was to corrupt youth and pervert them to her own 
despicable lusts. This made her cry, and she clung tightly to Dorothy 
who was surprised at the depth of Emma's response. She'd probably 
not realised that Emma hadn't let herself recognise her love for 
Maisie. A few days later though, Emma felt relieved that it was in the 
open at last. She didn't have to pretend to herself. And she didn't have 
to pretend to Dorothy. But, and this dampened her relief, she did have 
to continue to pretend to Maisie. 

"What can I do?" she confided to Dorothy. "I see her every day when 
she's on the set. I can't suddenly stop seeing her, and pretend she's not 
there. And am I to stop coming here where I see her all the time? What 
can I do?" 

"You do love Maisie," commented Dorothy. "And sincerely." She 
pulled the younger woman towards her front and held her tightly to her 
breasts while Emma wept in self-pity and held back the occasional 
choke.  

When Emma left the following morning to drive back to her flat, 
Dorothy was particularly insistent that she should visit again. "You 
mustn't make your feelings for my daughter blight your life," she 
insisted. "In fact, I'll have a word with her." 

"What good would that do?" sobbed Emma as the garage door opened 
and she drove off. 

The next time that Emma came to stay with Dorothy was again after a 
day in the studio where she'd been polite with Maisie but tried not to 
look directly at her. She mustn't torture herself. She had to let her 
feelings gradually die. Maisie however seemed peculiarly jolly and 
made many strange comments about the other cast. She particularly 
made a point of watching this episode's sex scene which continued 
Melissa's affair with her "next-door neighbour" and was followed by a 
scene in which her "boyfriend" (who in fact had already had sex with 
the "next-door neighbour" in real life) discovered the two together and 
had to appear rather distressed. 

"Melissa's really enjoying these sex scenes," commented Maisie. "She 
much prefers it to all those swimming pool, bathroom and bathing bed 
scenes." This sounded odd to Emma who knew that Maisie had her 
fair share of exactly those kinds of scenes. In fact, the only times she 
wore clothes (except when she went to school) were those scenes 
where she was not required to be naked. In those scenes, Maisie 
seemed almost a different girl but no less seductive. 

When Emma and Maisie arrived at Dorothy's home, she noticed a 
curious air of anticipation about Maisie. An air she'd sensed on the 
journey back where Maisie spoke relatively little and often looked at 
her. What could Dorothy have told her daughter? Surely she wouldn't 
have told the truth? 

Dorothy smiled and hugged Emma. "I'm so glad you decided to 
come," she said. "I was frightened you'd never come again. And 
Maisie's pretty glad too." 

"Why Maisie?"  

Dorothy put her arms around Maisie's shoulders and pulled her 
towards her dressing-gowned body. "Well we spoke didn't we, 
Maisie?" 

"Yes," said her daughter with none of the older women's caution. 
"Mummy told me that you've got a crush on me. She said that you 
want to have sex with me." 

"She did!" gasped Emma in alarm. 

"Well, Maisie asked some pretty direct questions..." 

"And I said to Mummy that I don't mind. After all Katie's done it 
enough times."  	

Katie was another girl on the set, a little older than Maisie but still 
rather young. But what was Maisie saying? "What don't you mind ... 
?" Emma asked hardly daring to guess. 

"You know, silly," laughed Maisie. "Mummy says she'll help." 

"Help what?" 

Dorothy interceded. "Help you make love with my daughter, of 
course! She's not done it before, but she's very keen on the idea. She 
said she thought you might, as she calls it, fancy her, but she didn't 
know if you'd ever ask. Apparently, she's been wanting you to ask her 
from whenever she first met you." 

"You're quite nice," Maisie admitted. "And you look really nice too. 
And you're not going to stick a willy in me like the men do. Katie says 
it sometimes hurts really bad and it's better with girls." 

And so it was with trepidation that Emma made love to Maisie. Her 
mother held her head and shoulders in her lap and stroked her hair 
while Emma explored Maisie's body with her tongue and fingers and 
encouraged Maisie to reciprocate. At first, both of them were very 
awkward. Emma was in awe of Maisie's beautiful child's body. Her 
heart thumped like a steam-hammer and her cheeks burned like 
toasters. Maisie meanwhile watched Emma with the intense 
concentration of a child, no doubt wondering what pleasure was 
supposed to be given. 

After a while, Dorothy moved away and sat discreetly on a chair. She 
occasionally nodded and smiled encouragement at her daughter who 
was gradually getting more used to what she was be doing and feeling. 
Maisie crawled down Emma's body and explored her vagina with her 
tongue and fingers. She opened up the labia and peered right in. "It's 
much bigger than mine," she commented, as she put her fingers right 
in. "And it's very sticky!" Emma gasped as she swivelled round so 
that she could stimulate Maisie's tiny little vagina. The difference in 
size required Emma to bend over in a very unnatural manner to insert 
her tongue there, while most of the work came from her fingers as they 
exercised Maisie's minuscule clitoris. 

"Ooh! That feels funny," giggled the child. "And you give out ever 
such a funny smell. And you've got a funny thing like a little boy's 
willy." 

"You've got one too," commented Dorothy. 

"But it's not like this!" Maisie exclaimed. "And there's lots of folds 
here and lots of hair. Oooh! It keeps getting in my teeth! And what are 
you doing to my bottom? That feels really funny! I think it's nicer at 
the front. There's much more space!" 

Emma's and Maisie's lovemaking session was very different from 
what both had expected. Maisie had expected the world to explode 
like fireworks and that she'd gasp and make noises just like the other 
girls did on the set of St Denis Road. Emma hadn't really considered 
how much difference pre-pubescence made on sexual awareness and 
sexual attitudes. Maisie had no concept of homosexuality, perversion 
or sexual morality. Her only criteria were comfort and pleasure. She 
thought the smells were funny and that Emma sweated too much. Also 
neither of them had really considered the difference their sizes made, 
particularly in terms of sexual organs. Maisie found Emma's 
spectacularly large and her nipples enormous. Emma found she had to 
be much more careful and considerate with Maisie's vagina than she'd 
ever been with one before. It was as delicate as a new flower and 
resisted penetration by even Emma's tidily manicured fingers to an 
extent she'd never imagined. 

At the end of it, Maisie felt slightly disappointed and Emma felt that 
she had somehow passed through an emotional stage in her love-life 
that perhaps most lovers go through long before they had had as many 
sexual encounters as she'd had. Maisie complained that she hurt in 
certain places, particularly her bottom, and was covered in saliva from 
Emma's tongue. 

"Don't worry, dearest," her mother reassured her. "The first time is 
always a bit funny." 

"Does it get better?" Maisie wondered. 

Dorothy looked meaningfully at Emma who surrounded her daughter 
lovingly in her arms and was filled with peculiar and conflicting 
thoughts. "That depends on the next time, doesn't it?"

Maisie was jolly pleased that she had a girlfriend now. Especially a 
grown-up one and one as important as Emma. Even Katie didn't have 
a girlfriend although she was always making love with different 
people on the cast. It was much nicer to just have the one girlfriend 
and not lots of different ones even if you still sometimes felt just a 
little sore when you went to the toilet. 

When she was at the Harlot TV studio, she would stay as close to 
Emma as possible, often holding her hand and sometimes kissing her 
on the face or other places which she thought of as special places. 
Emma didn't seem to mind the hand-holding, but she didn't like the 
more intimate stuff. "You shouldn't do that at work," she commented. 
 

"Why not? Melissa does all the time. She's always fucking people 
even when she's not being filmed!" 

"Well, don't! Some people don't like to see it!" 

"Oh! You're such a Silly!" Maisie exclaimed, pointedly kissing 
Emma's clitoris in the way that Emma usually liked so much. She 
liked to tell Katie and the other children on her cast about what she did 
with Emma at home. What was especially nice was the way they 
would tell her more about the things they did. It was like joining a new 
club where the membership fee was to have done it with someone. 

"I think Emma's really pretty!" said Melissa. "I'd love to fuck her!" 

"What about your mum?" asked Katie. "Does she join in?" 

"Not really!" admitted Maisie. "She does it with Emma but not with 
me. But she kisses me a lot when she's done it with Emma and she 
makes such a lot of noise. It's funny how much noise Mummy makes. 
It's ever so much more than Emma! And she smells funny too." 

"You ought to do it with your Mummy," advised Melissa. "It'd be a 
lot better!" 

"Isn't that naughty?" wondered Maisie. 

"Don't be silly!" exclaimed Katie. "Mummy's been doing it with me 
for years! She says that's why she got me into this: so's she could 
watch me doing it on television. She says it gives her a real kick. And 
she says if my Daddy hadn't left Mummy years ago, I could do it with 
him." 

"Daddy used to do it with me before he left with Uncle Freddie," said 
Melissa. "And I've never done it with Mummy. And I've asked her 
ever so many times!" 

Maisie still wasn't sure it was right to make love with her mother, but 
since her mother was always there watching when she made love with 
Emma it was easy to try it out. The next time Emma and she were 
making love together she looked at her mother who was fingering 
herself in the front like she often did. "Why don't you join in, 
Mummy?" she asked.  

Her mother nodded. She sometimes did do, but only to kiss, fondle or 
stroke Emma. She crawled onto the bed beside Emma and Maisie and 
kissed Emma on the mouth while Maisie's tongue nibbled 
appreciatively at Emma's clitoris. Then Maisie lifted herself off Emma 
and nibbled her Mother's vagina. It was quite different to Emma's, she 
could see. It looked a bit older with a few greying and coarse hairs and 
the pubic hair was somehow less bouncy. She pushed her tongue in 
deeply and was pleased to hear her Mother make groaning noises. This 
was different! thought Maisie, as she disengaged one of her hands 
from underneath Emma who was, in any case, enrapt in locating her 
mother's anus and sticking her finger up it. She pushed her fingers into 
her mother's vagina and watched as Emma put her much larger finger 
into the back where little dark brown bits stuck to the hairs at the back. 
Maisie put her tongue to the area between the vagina and the anus that 
Emma particularly liked. It was nice and sticky and smelt strongly of a 
different kind of sex smell to Emma's. Her tongue occasionally lapped 
against Emma's finger which she'd often before put into her mouth 
and licked her own sticky stuff off. 

Suddenly Emma and her mother pushed themselves apart and Maisie 
to one side. "Maisie! What are you doing?" gasped her Mother. "What 
on earth are you doing!" 

"Don't you like it, Mummy?" wondered Maisie. Katie told her that her 
mother always liked doing it. Why should her own mother be 
different? Maisie's mother simply looked a bit aghast. 

"It's nice dearest. But you shouldn't do it," Emma tried to explain. 

"Why not?" asked Maisie who felt she'd done something very naughty 
and didn't like being told off for it. "Katie does it. And Melissa. And 
Mummy seemed to like it!" 

On this occasion both Emma and Maisie's mother were adamant that 
Maisie shouldn't continue, and indeed the whole of the rest of the 
evening was spoilt. Maisie started crying and retreated to her room 
leaving the other two looking both guilty and upset. She lay in bed, 
naked as always, sobbing into her pillow. "What did I do wrong?" she 
asked herself. 

A little later, Emma came up to her room but she didn't come into the 
bed with her as she usually did. She sat by Maisie holding the sobbing 
girl's head to her breast and comforted her. "Mummy just doesn't 
want you to do that with her," she tried to explain. 

"But I wanted to do it with Mummy!" sniffed Maisie. "You can! Why 
can't I?" 

Emma smiled grimly. "It's different for me," she explained. "Anyway, 
Mummy says she doesn't want to watch us together any more. She 
says it's not right. So we'll just have to make love together in your 
room." 

"But Mummy's bed's a lot bigger and more comfortable." 

"Well, perhaps we can use Mummy's bed. But not with Mummy 
there." 

After this occasion, Maisie noticed quite a different atmosphere at 
home. Emma made love with her less often and more often with her 
mother. Maisie felt she was being punished for something she'd not 
done, and she believed that Emma felt the same way. Emma was 
actually even more affectionate with Maisie than before, but seemed 
obliged to spend more time with her mother. Maisie was sure that it 
was she rather than her mother that Emma loved the most, but that 
Emma had to please her mother to be allowed to sleep with her at all. 
Maisie had the idea that in some peculiar way, Emma was paying her 
mother sex to have sex with her. What a funny way to pay! 

She mentioned this to Emma when they next made love together. "It's 
like you have to make love to Mummy two or three times for every 
time you make love to me. Why don't you make love with me more 
often?" 

Emma looked startled at Maisie's observations, as if she'd been found 
guilty of theft. "Well, no, it's not really that I'm paying Mummy to 
sleep with you," she said in a way that to Maisie's experienced ears 
sounded like a lie. "But Mummy says I've got to spend more time with 
her." 

"But if you didn't do it with Mummy, would Mummy let you do it 
with me?" 

Emma didn't answer, but bit her lip. There was an uncomfortable 
pause before Emma changed the conversation. Nonetheless, Maisie 
thought that Emma was somehow upset about what she'd said. 


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