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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Twenty One {Bradley Stoke}(FFFFf mf)
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Title: Emma
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 21 of 50
Keywords: FFFFf mf
Short Summary: Maisie loses her virginity. 


Emma
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Resume of whole novel
=====================

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
==========

Maisie moves into Emma's flat, which she now shares with Charlotte,
Josephine and Susan.


Chapter Twenty One
==================

Occasionally, Emma and Charlotte would meet together after work at 
a naturist cafe a short walk from their flat. It was not a particularly 
large cafe, and Charlotte often found it a little too cool for wearing no 
clothes, but it was a very intimate place and Charlotte enjoyed sitting 
with Emma just holding her hands and sometimes gazing into her 
beautiful eyes. Sometimes, the clientele were entertained by a 
musician who would sit naked on a chair playing a guitar and singing. 
Sometimes he might be accompanied by a woman who would stand 
naked beside him and sing along with him. More usually, however, the 
only entertainment was a panel of televisions tuned into a naturist 
television station and that was the case tonight. The sound was usually 
turned down so there would only be the visuals to be enjoyed, and 
these were not generally informative in the case of soap operas or 
comedies. 

Emma was so much sadder these days. Charlotte knew why, but she 
still hoped that she would forget her obsession with Maisie and focus 
her love more on the one who was sitting next to her and who would 
do anything (whatever it might be) for her. Of course, she'd hope that 
Emma wouldn't mind sharing her with Josephine, but after all she'd 
become accustomed to sharing Emma with so many others! Emma 
however hardly ever touched on the subject. For her, there was 
nothing to discuss with Charlotte about personal relationships. Indeed 
she'd usually discuss quite neutral matters of interest or some of the 
productions she was organising at the Cable Television Station. 

The two drank only a little beer before making their way home to the 
flat, with Charlotte thinking only of making love to Emma and holding 
her naked body as close to her own as she could and still manage to 
walk together. When they got to their flat and had opened the door, 
Emma no longer called out for Maisie as she used to do, as it would 
only remind her that she was probably at that moment enjoying close 
intimacy with Susan, and possibly Josephine. They wandered into the 
living room where the stereo was broadcasting some of the saccharine 
pop music that Maisie enjoyed but there was no one there listening.

"They're probably all in your bed again," sniffed Emma. Charlotte 
smiled. She'd have Emma to herself tonight.

But when she opened her bedroom door she saw no sign of any people 
or any of the disarray of sheets that accompanied lovemaking. 
However she heard voices coming from Emma's bedroom. That was 
most unusual. Susan and Maisie usually never made love in Emma's 
bed unless Emma were there. 

Charlotte wandered over to Emma's room where Josephine, Maisie 
and Susan were spread out naked together on the bed. Emma sat on an 
armchair by the side of the bed. Maisie was talking quite earnestly to 
Emma and her lover was looking distinctly uncomfortable. "It's silly. 
Josephine loves Charlotte. Charlotte loves you and Josephine. Susan 
loves Charlotte, but Charlotte isn't so bothered. You love me. And I 
love you. But I love Susan too. It's too complicated and it's very 
upsetting." Maisie put her arm around Susan who inclined her head 
onto Maisie's shoulder. "So Susan said to me that she didn't like how 
sad you were getting and that she'd rather not sleep with me, so that I 
could sleep with you every night like we used to. But Josephine said 
that Charlotte won't like that because she likes sleeping with you. Isn't 
that so Charlotte?"

Charlotte nodded. This was peculiar perspicacity coming from such a 
young child. 

"So what are you saying, Maisie?" asked Emma.

"Well, I want to make love to everyone," announced Maisie. "I want 
to make love with Susan, my best friend. I want to make love to you. I 
want to make love with Josephine. And I'd like to make love to 
Charlotte, who I've never made love to."

"So," continued Josephine, "Susan and Maisie thought that there 
ought to be less jealousy and envy and that everyone should sleep with 
everyone else every night. Then if I want to have sex with Charlotte I 
can. And if you want to make love with Maisie you can. And if Susan 
wants to make love to both Maisie and Charlotte then she can. And the 
way to do that is to put both the beds together to make one big bed."

"How are we going to do that?" wondered Emma.

"We simply move Charlotte's bed in here, and move some of your 
furniture into her bedroom and then everything's fine," announced 
Maisie triumphantly.

There was a lot more discussion on the various aspects of such a new 
arrangement, but it was difficult to argue with it's essential fairness so 
before long the girls started moving beds and furniture around the flat. 
After a while the exhausted girls were lying together on a pair of 
double-beds that was nearly twelve feet across, and crammed out all 
remaining space in Emma's bedroom. Maisie seemed particularly tired 
as she laid her head down on Emma's lap while Emma stroked her 
hair. Susan and Josephine sat by Charlotte who lay on her back 
looking at the light-shade and considered the implications of the new 
arrangement. The aspect which most concerned her was that although 
everyone had made love with everyone else, she had not in fact ever 
made love to Maisie. She'd always thought of child sex as a 
perversion, but now she'd found herself in effect agreeing to it. Was 
she wise to have done so?

She felt a third body creep up between her legs and apply a tongue to 
her vulva. Charlotte lifted her head up to see who it was, half-
expecting to see that it was Maisie, and consequently not being so 
surprised when she found out that it was. Maisie had clearly been 
thinking the same thing, and was now wanting to find out what 
Charlotte's body tasted like. She put her tongue deep inside 
Charlotte's vagina and then traced it around her clitoris. Charlotte 
lifted herself up to have a look at what the child was doing, while 
Susan and Josephine discreetly detached themselves from her and 
climbed over the mattresses towards Emma who was now sitting 
alone.

Maisie swivelled her body around with Charlotte beneath her, such 
that Charlotte's mouth was on Maisie's crotch. She'd never looked so 
closely at a child's crotch before. It was undeniably beautiful. She 
leant forwards to nuzzle it with her nose, but she wasn't sufficiently 
supple to apply any more of her face to it. So she contented herself 
with stroking it with her fingers and exploring its contours. Just as she 
was beginning to feel comfortable with this, she was joined by Emma 
who, joining in the spirit of sharing, pulled her face up to Charlotte's 
and applied her tongue to Maisie's anus and the base of her vagina.

And then all became lost in a mass of bodies as all five girls bundled 
in. At any one time Charlotte might be addressing the flat breasts of 
Susan or the fuller ones of Josephine. She'd be licking Maisie's crotch 
or Emma's much hairier one. And at some stage she felt the familiar 
sensation of a large object entering her vagina. She looked round to 
see who it was, and it was in fact Maisie who was dwarfed by the 
dimensions of the dildo she had strapped around her waist and thrust 
in and out of Charlotte's cunt. Maisie had clearly had some practice in 
this, but was by no means the expert that Susan was when it was her 
time to ply the dildo into her.

The evening continued as a melee of bodies, which eventually calmed 
down and the five girls lined themselves up underneath the sheets. 
Charlotte had Susan on one side of her and Maisie on the other. Then 
beyond Maisie were Emma and Josephine locked together in an 
embrace with Josephine just above Emma complaining about the 
roughness with which Emma had been exercising her body.

Charlotte luxuriated in the warmth of the two bodies on either side of 
her, and contemplated whether this arrangement would, in any way, 
make everyone so much happier. It seemed to make Maisie and Susan 
happier, but Charlotte knew that Emma and she were quite different 
people. She felt that part of the joy of love was in fact the very 
exclusivity which this new arrangement was so actively denying.

"It's alright for you, Charlotte, because you're a lesbian," Maisie was 
saying a few days later. She was sitting naked on the rug in front of the 
television, facing Emma, Charlotte and Susan who were sitting with 
their arms around each other on the sofa. "And it's alright for you, 
Emma, because you don't like men. And you get it all the time in your 
job, Susan. But I just don't get anything!"

"I still don't see what you want to make love to a boy for," continued 
Emma, who was visibly distressed at the idea of her Maisie being 
fucked by anything so vulgar. "You've got the three of us: and 
Josephine when she's here. We make love almost every night. Why do 
you want more?"

"Because it's natural. Because it's what girls are meant to do. Because 
it's what all my friends do. It's not fair! Just because you don't like it, 
you think I shouldn't have it myself. I want to be fucked properly. I'm 
still a virgin, and none of my friends at school are."

"That's only what they say, Maisie dear," said Susan reassuringly. 
"Girls will always boast about how much sex they've had. You know, 
I wasn't fucked until I was nearly fifteen years old. But I used to tell 
everyone I'd been fucking. And I didn't enjoy it at all at first."

"I don't care!" said Maisie adamantly. "I want a proper fuck. And I 
want it now!"

"But why do you want it with Oliver?" wondered Emma, despairingly. 
"Of all the boys you could've chosen, why him?" 

Oliver was the boy that Maisie was adamant she wanted to take her 
virginity. He was a boy about sixteen, and therefore old enough to 
appear on the screen making love. However, he didn't confine his 
lovemaking to the studio set, where he was undoubtedly very good at 
his craft. He could often be found in the company of other women and 
girls around the television studios, his naked buttocks moving 
rhythmically up and down as he fucked and fucked. 

Even Emma wondered where he got his enthusiasm for. And he had 
no sense of privacy. It didn't matter who was around, he would choose 
a girl and before long there the two were fucking together. Even in 
front of his mother, who sometimes came to the studios, he'd choose 
an actress or any other girl and fuck her. He appeared to show no 
discrimination whatsoever. He would choose girls and boys, women 
and men, of almost any appearance and any age. Was this the boy, 
Emma asked herself, with whom she'd entrust her darling Maisie's 
virginity? What would Dorothy think, if she heard that her sweetest 
daughter, who she so rarely saw nowadays, was going to sacrifice 
herself to Oliver's metronomic thrusts.

However, Maisie was adamant, so Emma found herself consigned to 
the distasteful task of approaching Oliver and inviting him to visit 
Maisie and she at the flat. She found him lying naked with another boy 
with their arms around each other and a positive stench of post-coitus 
just outside the studio set of a Sex Science Fiction series. She had 
nothing to do with this production which seemed to be nothing more 
than an excuse for large breasted women in leather thigh-length boots 
to indulge in sex with men dressed in monster costumes. She supposed 
that Oliver's role might be to act as one of the monsters, but she didn't 
really care enough to find out.

Inevitably, when  Oliver found himself addressed by Emma he 
immediately assumed that she was trying to solicit sex with him. 
Emma sternly put him off the idea and averted her gaze from his penis 
which had instantly sprung to full erectness.

Oliver was surprised to be told that a girl he didn't really know was so 
keen on him. He'd seen her on the set of the soap opera and he'd seen 
her in Emma's company, but he'd never really thought more about her 
than that. He knew that she was too young to've been filmed in any act 
which was of an overtly sexual nature, and he may have guessed from 
her general shyness with boys that she'd not even had televisual sex 
for foreign consumption.

Emma had to escort Oliver to the flat, who wore a pair of lycra shorts 
and a cycling jersey, and who seemed to feel that Emma's habitual 
nudity was some sort of an invitation for sex games. "Don't!" 
reprimanded Emma slapping his hand off her thigh. She also found his 
conversation terminally dull: concentrating as it seemed to do mostly 
on sex, sport and violent films. So it was with great relief that Emma 
was able to leave Oliver in the company of Susan and Maisie while 
she prepared dinner for everyone in the kitchen.

Charlotte and Josephine were out together at the cinema, so Emma felt 
utterly abandoned in the flat with the company of the other three. She 
wasn't too surprised to see Oliver fucking Susan in the living room 
with Maisie watching when she popped her head in to see if they 
would like to start drinking some wine while waiting. "It doesn't take 
that slut five minutes..." Emma found herself thinking uncharitably as 
she returned to the kitchen.

Emma didn't enjoy the dinner with them either, as she sat watching 
Oliver regale Maisie with his horribly crude jokes and unsubtle sex 
stories; and observed Maisie lapping all this with apparent veneration. 
But she felt obliged to stay with the company to be witness to Maisie 
losing her virginity.

The idea was that after dinner, Emma would sit near Maisie to comfort 
her while Susan took the camcorder and videoed Oliver and Maisie 
fucking together. This was so that this important moment in Maisie's 
life would be recorded for posterity. However, it was with great 
difficulty that Emma and Susan dissuaded the two younger ones from 
leaving half-way through the dinner to just get on with it. It was 
distressing for Emma to see the food that she'd prepared and planned 
so meticulously being wolfed down with such little regard. And the 
wine she'd spent hours choosing was treated with absolutely no 
respect.

However, the real ordeal was to come. Susan trained the camcorder at 
Oliver and Maisie who lay on the large double-beds in Emma's room 
with Maisie to one side of Oliver, while Emma sat on the other bed 
looking at Maisie's eager look of anticipation with alarm. And then it 
began, while camcorder whirred on with Susan moving around to 
focus on what seemed to her, with the experienced eye of the sex 
movie actress, the most important actions of any one time. The 
foreplay really took very little time at all. Then Oliver was straight into 
Maisie's vagina and pumped away at her unromantically. Emma had 
to sit back and bite her lower lip to restrain herself from pulling the 
two youngsters apart.

In the hour or so of lovemaking that Susan recorded (and played back 
the following day in front of Josephine and Charlotte), Oliver went 
through the whole range of sex movie cliches. What was worse was 
that Maisie was enjoying it with incredible and noisy abandon. There 
was the missionary position. Then Maisie on top of Oliver. Then 
Maisie sucking Oliver's penis, while he tongued her vagina. Then 
finally there was the inevitable anal intercourse, which Emma had 
hoped Oliver would restrain himself from. But there was no shame, 
and Maisie was keen, so Oliver pushed himself as deep into the not 
particularly large anus as he could, which process clearly inflicted 
some pain on Maisie. And that was that. Then Oliver had to be driven 
home by Emma back to his mother and his home in the outer suburbs.

"Did you enjoy all that?" wondered Charlotte incredulously as the 
video disintegrated into a mess of unintelligible squiggles.

"It was great!" said Maisie enthusiastically. "I'm not a virgin any 
more. Not back nor front."

"And are you seeing this chap - Oliver - again?" Josephine queried 
amiably.

"Well, I'll be seeing him," Maisie admitted. "And I might fuck with 
him. But it's not going to be serious."

"Why's that?" wondered Susan.

"Because," said Maisie with the ingenuous naivete of a child, "I'm not 
in love with him. We might make love. But that's all. It's you and 
Emma I'm in love with."

"And besides he's ever so vulgar!" chipped in Emma cheerfully.

"No," reflected Maisie. "I'm sure he's not that. He was ever so 
interesting to talk to. And he's seen What the Dickens! live. I'd love 
to do that. Their concerts always sell out really quickly."






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