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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Sixteen {Bradley Stoke}{FFF}
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Emma
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Resume of whole novel
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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 is very much in love with Maisie but has fallen out with her 
mother, Dorothy. Charlotte is in love with Josephine. And Susan is
in love with Charlotte.


Chapter Sixteen
===============

At last! Maisie was going to visit Emma's home and meet the 
girlfriends that Emma had told her about. Actually, she'd would only 
meet one of them, Charlotte, because her other girlfriend was working 
abroad at the moment making sex films. But it was so exciting 
anyway, to be staying somewhere that wasn't her normal home. And 
as Emma had explained to her, she might be staying at Emma's flat 
quite frequently in the future. Ever since Mummy had argued with 
Emma, staying at home had become quite awkward, with Mummy 
being so sullen and being funny about her not wearing clothes. Why 
had it been alright to wear no clothes before, and now totally wrong? 
Grown-ups were so funny!

Emma's flat was in such a very old building which you had to go up 
ever so many stairs to get to. And when you got there you had to use 
keys just as you had to get into the building in the first place. But the 
flat was very welcoming, with a book-cupboard and a vase of dried 
flowers in the hallway just outside and a very pretty poster of more 
flowers on the actual door. Emma and Maisie hadn't put any clothes 
on after leaving the studio and going by the car from the television 
car-park. Nor did they from getting out of the car in the apartment 
block's underground car-park to entering the flat. It was a strange 
thing, Maisie thought to herself, to lead a life of no clothes. None of 
her school-friends did that.

Inside the flat were more naked bodies: there were two girls with 
shoulder-length hair lying on a sofa and idly playing with each other 
and another girl watching television from a sofa. Only this other girl 
wasn't so naked and she looked terribly young. In fact, as Maisie soon 
realised, this girl was wearing only a tee-shirt, advertising a popular 
soft drink, and only looked young because her body was so small and 
slight. She was Japanese or Vietnamese or Chinese or something. 
When Emma and Maisie entered the living room, there was a sudden 
eruption of activity as the girls jumped up to greet them. Maisie began 
to realise that none of these people had seen much of Emma for a 
while and were asking her ever so many questions about what she'd 
been doing and telling her about what they'd been doing.

"And who is your young friend?" asked Josephine, addressing Maisie, 
who not unnaturally was feeling rather out of place.

"Maisie," announced Emma. "Her name's Maisie. She's on the cast of 
St Denis Street."

"I've seen that," said Susan rushing up and kissing Maisie tenderly on 
the cheek. "You're not called Maisie on the program. Though I can't 
quite remember what you're called. It's a very popular soap opera."

Charlotte was feeling rather overwhelmed by the arrival of the other 
love in her life. And where was this teacher that Emma was supposed 
to be living with? And what about this boss of hers? And what had 
this little girl ... this naturist little girl ...got to do with anything? She'd 
not been aware that Emma had ever had children. She soon pieced 
together from the conversation that Maisie was this teacher's daughter 
and that because her home was such a long way from the Harlot TV 
studios it made sense for her to stay the night at the flat. Why did it 
make sense now and not before? wondered Charlotte before being 
rushed off in the group towards a chattering mass of anecdotes and 
recollections which surrounded the preparation of dinner - which 
everyone had a hand in - and its consumption over a bottle of wine.

Josephine and Susan were excellent with children - especially 
Josephine who shared a child's enthusiasm for fluffy toys and for life 
in general. Susan helped in her own way by being a sort of bridge 
between Josephine and Maisie, and the conversation she was having 
with Emma. Emma was affectionate as she'd used to be, and in fact 
was rather less tense than Charlotte had mostly remembered. It was as 
if some load had been taken off her mind.

She was even rather surprised to see that Charlotte was still shaving 
her crotch. "There's really no need to do that for my sake!" she 
exclaimed. "I'm really not worth such love!" Charlotte felt her old 
warm emotions swell towards Emma as the conversation went on. She 
was right, she said to herself, to have kept her loyalties to Emma. 

It was not long until Charlotte's thoughts moved towards sex. She kept 
her hands and arms on Emma as much as she could and was pleased to 
see that Emma wasn't pushing her off. After the dinner, she and 
Emma sat together on the sofa, their arms around each other, tenderly 
kissing each other's face and breasts and talking intently. Charlotte 
allowed her hands to wander down to Emma's crotch and was just 
about to start stimulating her clitoris in the way that Emma had always 
seemed to like, when Emma abruptly pushed her hand to one side.

"Don't forget Maisie!" Emma remarked pointing out the child who 
was busily discussing computer games and pop music with Josephine 
and Susan. Charlotte nodded and decided that it was probably best to 
wait until the child had gone to bed, before she and Emma became 
more physically intimate.

When Maisie did go to bed though, in Emma's own double bed, 
Charlotte was surprised to see Emma going to bed at precisely the 
same time. Emma was not known for being the sort of girl who went 
to bed especially early, but it particularly peeved Charlotte. She had 
hoped that she and Emma would be going to bed together. Josephine 
could see that Charlotte was disappointed, but as a faithful friend she 
let Charlotte herself take the initiative in moving towards bed where 
Susan was already waiting. Susan could also see that Charlotte was 
disappointed, and so it wasn't too surprising that with both of 
Charlotte's lovers being so concerned about her welfare that very soon 
all three of them were making intense love together. And not too long 
until the flat was shaken by the sounds of the three girls passionate 
cries - particularly those of Charlotte, who despite her disappointment 
was still intensely excited by Emma's return to the flat.

After a while, Charlotte, Josephine and Susan felt that they'd had 
enough and lay exhausted on top of each other, the salt of Susan's 
sweat dripping down her nose and into Charlotte's mouth, while 
Josephine's shiny moist legs wrapped around Charlotte's own. It was 
at that stage that Charlotte became aware of the sound of lovemaking 
coming from Emma's bedroom: a sound at once familiar from the 
countless conjugal couplings that her bed had been party to and 
unfamiliar because Emma had been so much absent of late. But yes! it 
was lovemaking. And it was coming from Emma's bed. There were 
the unmistakable gasps that Emma made when she was at her most 
passionate and a thundering noise as her bed rocked repeatedly against 
the wall.

Charlotte put a finger to her mouth and looked at Josephine with a 
quizzical expression. "Who ...?" she mouthed.

Josephine smiled reassuringly and whispered, "There are two people 
making noises in there."

"Two?" wondered Charlotte, but sure enough there was another 
relatively squeaky voice also making sounds indicative of passionate 
love. "Surely not Maisie..."

"She's very honest about her relationship with Emma," commented 
Josephine, reminding Charlotte of who had been talking to Maisie all 
evening. "It seems they've had a relationship for several months now, 
which for a girl of her age will have seemed like forever."

"But how can Emma be making love with a girl who's basically just a 
child?" wondered Charlotte.

"Don't worry about that," smiled Susan stroking the bristles on 
Charlotte's crotch. "But I think you'll find that one bald crotch is 
enough for Emma now."

Charlotte looked down at Susan's face peeking up cheekily from just 
beneath her stomach. She couldn't help smiling back at the good 
humour that Susan was emanating, and felt a peculiar feeling as a 
certain weight of mystery about Emma's intentions and desires 
suddenly became lifted by the light of Susan's illumination.

Josephine also smiled, but her thoughts were elsewhere. Much as she 
dearly loved Charlotte, she was aware of an element of deception in 
their relationship. She knew that Charlotte didn't really have any 
lovers besides herself and Susan - a situation basically unchanged 
since Emma's return  to the flat - but this didn't deter her from making 
love widely and freely, and not just because her job required it. 
However, she appreciated Charlotte's sensitivity on such issues better 
than Susan. She knew how much Charlotte loved her, and also how 
much hurt it would cause her to know that she might have made love 
to one or more men during the day. Josephine also knew that her love 
for Charlotte couldn't possibly equal the intensity of Charlotte's for 
her. Or even Charlotte's for Emma. This despite the fact that since 
Emma had returned to the flat, she's spent virtually all of her time 
with Maisie.

It felt strange to Josephine to be in the midst of so much love and 
passion. It wasn't that she didn't feel love or passion herself. It was 
just somehow less intense. Less exclusively focused. She rather 
appreciated her own flat on the other side of town, where she would 
sleep one or maybe two nights a week: often just by herself in amongst 
her cuddly toys. It wasn't just Charlotte's love for Emma and herself, 
or Emma's passion and jealousy of Maisie, there was also Susan, who 
was so absurdly obsessed with Charlotte. Not that this prevented 
Susan from having sex with men, nor if the opportunity occurred, 
either through her work or otherwise, with other women. As a sex 
actress, her attitude towards sex was extremely ambivalent, and 
although Josephine didn't share the same feelings, she could see how 
it might be possible to feel passionately in love with one woman, and 
still really enjoy sex with many other people including, of course, 
Josephine herself.

Susan had made her worship of Charlotte into something of a religion. 
Not just shaving Charlotte's crotch (which had now discontinued since 
Maisie's appearance on the scene) but in the way she always brought 
Charlotte breakfast in bed, fussed around her all the time and combed 
her hair. Indeed, if Charlotte had allowed it, she would probably wipe 
her arse clean after Charlotte had had a shit. Susan had even tried to 
demonstrate the permanency of her love by getting a small tattoo put 
on her upper shoulder with Charlotte written on the face of a red 
rose.

Josephine knew more than Charlotte of the intensity of Susan's 
passion, as she was in the position of Susan's confidante. She knew 
that Susan always fantasised about making love with Charlotte whilst 
making love with other people. She knew that Susan claimed to have 
never truly loved anyone else before. This was why previously she 
could only make love to an audience, as a way of exciting her libido 
through exhibitionism. She knew that Susan religiously spent half an 
hour to an hour each day masturbating with a variety of sexual aids, 
concentrating her sexual passion entirely on Charlotte.

Although Josephine knew that Charlotte was fully aware of Susan's 
love for her (it was after all declared almost every day) she was sure 
Charlotte wasn't aware of its intensity or its purity.

The way that Susan would selflessly sit aside to permit Josephine to 
make as much love to Charlotte as her true love desired, and only 
participated when her well attuned sexual instincts told her that 
Charlotte was truly prepared. The way Susan would tirelessly watch 
Charlotte and jump to attention whenever an opportunity to be helpful 
occurred. The way Susan never betrayed, even to Josephine, the 
frustration and disappointment she must have felt in not having her 
love reciprocated.

Josephine didn't have to go to work that morning. Indeed, the only one 
who had to was Charlotte, and, with a little help from Susan, she'd 
been packed off to work in her overcoat and sandals while Josephine 
was still luxuriating naked in bed. In fact Josephine was really only 
stirred into real wakefulness when Susan slid back under the sheets 
after slipping off the kimono she habitually wore, lowered her hands 
down to her crotch and began stroking her clitoris as she often did 
after bidding Charlotte off. Josephine rolled over to watch Susan's 
fingers busy themselves around the top of her vagina, while her other 
hand stimulated her nipples. She looked up at Susan's face to gauge 
whether she wanted more than private pleasure, but she knew enough 
by now that although she would probably have participated with 
apparent enthusiasm in any lovemaking Josephine might propose, 
most likely her preference would be to excite her imagination.

Josephine really didn't feel like disturbing Susan, so she swung her 
feet off the bed, rubbed some of the detritus from her eyes and quietly 
wandered off to the kitchen. When she got there, she noticed that she 
wasn't the only one wanting breakfast at that time. The kettle was 
boiling and a couple of mugs were standing prepared with teaspoons 
inside. Just by the kettle was a bread board with a plastic bag of sliced 
wholemeal bread and organic margarine. There also was Emma: her 
bare behind sticking suggestively out as she leant over to look in the 
cupboards, quite as beautiful from behind as from anywhere else.

Josephine heart leaped as the eroticism of Emma's posture struck her, 
and, following her own desires, she picked up the margarine, fingered 
out a scoop of it onto her forefingers and approached Emma. She 
tenderly started stroking Emma's behind in the way she knew Emma 
would enjoy. At first Emma started, but as she felt Josephine's 
practised caresses, she grunted appreciatively, and relaxed as with one 
hand Josephine stroked around Emma's buttocks and gradually eased 
open her cheeks. Then she brought her other hand round and with a 
little force eased the margarine into the squeeze between the buttocks, 
while at the same time exercising Emma's clitoris and cunt with the 
other hand and kissing her neck from behind. Then when Emma's arse 
was sufficiently greased, she pushed her fingers deep inside her anus 
and pushed away from the rear while at the front pushing harder and 
harder into Emma's vagina. Emma lay her hands against the wall, 
surrendering herself to this unexpected erotic assault. 

While Josephine was thus engaged and Emma's little gasps became 
more throaty, she felt a hand brush against her back. It was Susan who 
was smiling broadly and was handing her a rather long carrot. 
Josephine took the hint, and while still stroking and exercising 
Emma's cunt, she gradually eased the cool rough carrot into Emma's 
anus. As this was happening, she felt Susan's hands grip around her as 
Susan herself began stroking Josephine's vagina and then passionately 
kissing Emma full on the mouth.

Josephine found that she who'd instigated all this was somehow in the 
midst of it with Emma in front and Susan behind. Her senses began to 
swim: partly from passion and partly from the strain of making love 
while standing up on the kitchen linoleum. It didn't surprise her too 
much to feel Susan's fingers probe deep inside her own backside, 
though her gasp of pleasure surprised her when it erupted from her. 
"Oh Emma! Emma!" gasped Josephine in great passion. "Oh! 
Charlotte my love!" whispered Susan a little inappropriately. "Ooohh! 
Ooohh!" gasped Emma in little eructations of ecstasy. "Where's the 
tea?" came a quite different voice.

Startled, Emma pulled herself free and looked at Maisie who had 
come into the kitchen, naked as always, to see three much more 
mature but also naked women indulging in sex with vegetables and 
margarine. "I'm hungry," Maisie complained rubbing her eyes with 
her little fists. She didn't seem at all perturbed by the girls' intimacy, 
and in fact made no comment of it at all as Josephine, Susan and 
Emma hastily disentangled themselves from each other and shared in 
the task of preparing breakfast for Maisie and chatting about the day 
ahead.

When all four were finally seated on stools by the breakfast table, all 
naked except for Susan who had chosen to put some long socks on, 
Maisie smiled broadly. "It was ever so funny watching you all 
buggering each other," she chuckled. Josephine slightly whitened (it 
was after all she who'd made it happen) but her reaction was as 
nothing compared to Emma who visibly reddened from her brow to 
her breast and spluttered incoherently.

"Bububuggering?"

"That's what it's called isn't it?" Maisie continued, clearly enjoying 
the embarrassment she'd caused. "I've often seen it on the telly. And 
it's ever so clever that two of you were being buggered at the same 
time." She leaned over as if to confide with Josephine. "Emma'll 
never bugger me, although she often gets me to shove a dildo up her 
arse!"

"Maisie!" gasped Emma, who appeared outraged. "How can you talk 
about private things with other people like that?"

"It can't be that private if you're doing it with the others!" retorted 
Maisie. "And why can't I join in? Why is it you can have sex with 
Susan and Josephine, and I can't? I think it's really unfair!"

It was Josephine's time to blush now. She looked up at Maisie, 
incapable of saying a word, and looked for guidance at the even more 
embarrassed Emma, who was smiling in a kind of helpless and 
uncertain way. It was however Susan, impossible to embarrass on 
matters of sex or love,  who rescued the situation. "I'm sure Emma's 
got no objection to you making love with either Josephine and me. 
And we'll be delighted to make love with you. But not now, as you've 
got to be at the studio to rehearse today, haven't you?"

"I suppose so," said the mollified Maisie. "But we will later won't we, 
Emma? Won't we?"

"Sorry. What will we do?"

"Make love. Have sex. All of us. Together. You promise. Don't you?"

"I suppose so," concurred a reluctant Emma.



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