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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Three {Bradley Stoke} {FF MFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Thirty Three {Bradley Stoke} {FF MFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 33 of 50
Keywords: FF MFF
Short Summary: Charlotte celebrates her pregnancy.


Emma
====

Summary 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
==========

Harriett falls in love with Isabel. Fatima engages herself as Amna's 
agent and Salim's lover. Charlotte and Josephine try to become parents.



Chapter Thirty Three
====================

"I'm pregnant!" Shouted Charlotte joyfully, running into the flat 
pulling off her overcoat as she did so and revealing her naked body 
underneath. "Josephine! It's official! I'm pregnant! And you're the 
father!"

Josephine had only just relieved herself of the weight of her own 
clothes while persuading young Robert, (the man she'd invited back 
for the two of them) to drop his trousers and reveal the erect penis she 
was about to exercise with her lips and tongue. She let the purple mass 
of the glans fall out of her mouth and jumped up to greet her lover. 
She put her arms around Charlotte's shoulders and pulled her close to 
her while showering her face with kisses.

"That's wonderful news!" She exclaimed showing her joy in her 
lover's own delight. "Absolutely wonderful! But I can't possibly be 
considered the father..."

"Who else can? And in my eyes only you can be considered the real 
father. I shall be the mother and what else can you be?" Charlotte 
noticed Robert sitting sheepishly on the edge of the bed, his penis still 
fully erect and still moist with the traces of Josephine's saliva. "Oh 
hello, there! I'm pregnant! At last! All our hard work. Rewarded! The 
doctor said there was no doubt about it. We're going to be parents. 
You and I, Josephine. Parents! We must get married soon."

"We must! We must!" Agreed Josephine, who despite her own 
pleasure was more than a little concerned about what to do with 
Robert whose services seemed pretty well redundant now.

"Is Susan in? I must tell her the good news. She must know as well."

Susan wasn't in, although she arrived a few hours later with Fatima. 
Josephine was pleased to see that despite the ostensible reason for 
inviting Robert around (to assist in getting Charlotte pregnant) was no 
longer terribly relevant, Charlotte was so overwhelmed with happiness 
that it wasn't at all long until the three of them were indulging in as 
frantic and as single-minded a love session as ever before. Robert was 
clearly more than a little put out by the manipulative fashion in which 
he was used by the two lovers, but Charlotte still enjoyed his thrusts 
into her well-oiled vagina while she delved her tongue deep into 
Josephine's mouth. He did not appreciate at all the way he was pushed 
to one side when Susan appeared, wearing just a dildo and a single-
breasted jacket, with Fatima wearing nothing but her black silk 
stockings and stilettos.

"It's happened at last!" Charlotte announced to Susan who was still 
consumed in envy at Josephine's much stronger grip on Charlotte's 
affections. "I'm going to be a mother. And Josephine's the father!"

Fatima and Susan joined in the celebrations and took turns at being 
fucked by Robert who, however tired he was getting, was stimulated 
into life by the expert tongues and fingers of the four very voracious 
women: sometimes penetrating Fatima, sometimes Susan and most 
often of all Charlotte to whom the other three women always deferred. 
She had somehow gained a primacy of attention, and Josephine knew 
this wasn't merely to do with her being pregnant. For the only woman 
in the company who ever professed to being a lesbian she was also 
strangely enough the one who got the most unfeigned pleasure from 
being fucked by a man. As long as she was also having love made to 
her at the same time by a woman it didn't shake her professed 
preference for lesbian sex. It wasn't too long until Josephine was 
huddled into a trio of lovemaking with Susan and Fatima, while 
Charlotte rocked backwards and forwards under the constant, almost 
mechanical, thrusts provided by Robert, her legs high in the air, her 
hands gripping the edges of the bed and sweat running down her brow, 
over her shoulders and dripping steadily onto the sheets. All the while 
she observed Fatima's eyes roaming enviously towards the 
heterosexual lovemaking, her tongue deep in the rich smells of 
Susan's vagina and her anus being deeply penetrated by Josephine's 
fingers.

The news of Charlotte's pregnancy had to be spread. As soon as the 
lovemaking was over and Charlotte had recovered sufficiently from 
her spent passions, she was on the telephone to her parents whom 
Josephine gauged were not quite as overwhelmed with joy at their 
daughter carrying the child of one of an uncountable selection of men 
as Charlotte would have liked them to have been. "It doesn't matter 
who donated the sperm," Charlotte was explaining, her happiness 
slightly compromised, "the real father is Josephine." Her lover was 
touched by Charlotte's unswerving loyalty to her, although she had 
more than a little sympathy for the parents' lack of enthusiasm, 
particularly as she reflected on the decided coolness of her own 
parents towards even the notion of marriage to a woman. The 
unalterable fact was that there was no very easy way of tracking down 
the real father, except by genetic sampling. And that only if the man 
could be ever located: itself not especially easy in the world of Sex 
actors.

The next to be informed was Emma, who was at home, although quite 
clearly Maisie wasn't. In the few words Josephine had with Emma it 
was clear that although the woman whom Charlotte believed still 
deserved that proportion of the affection not reserved for Josephine 
herself was not so much overwhelmed by happiness with what 
Charlotte considered as good news as somewhat upset and bitter by 
the absence from home, on rather more nights than not, of her own 
lover. Emma was at least very supportive of her best friend, promising 
to come round almost immediately: a promise that no one doubted she 
would fulfil.

Emma was soon at the flat, sniffed disdainfully at Robert who was 
lying asleep on her old bed and greeted Fatima with a distinct lack of 
affection. But for Charlotte and Josephine she soon submerged her 
own feelings of bitterness and sadness, and the three women were 
soon embracing each other on the other bed. Both Josephine and 
Emma huddled around Charlotte's stomach and vagina, which was 
rather more notable for the smell of semen and vaginal juice than for 
any visible traces of pregnancy, although Josephine fancied that, 
through the taut muscles of Charlotte's stomach, she could feel a 
swelling she'd not noticed before. Susan and Fatima looked on from a 
distance: the oriental girl's face seeming rather tragically sad and her 
dildo quite ridiculous projecting from between her slim thighs; and her 
lover rather embarrassed and uncomfortable.

However, why should Josephine care? She smiled at Emma, whose 
face was inches from her own as Charlotte sighed in quiet ecstasy 
while her two lovers lazily engaged their attention around her lower 
regions. She looked up at the woman to whom she had announced her 
paternity and felt overwhelmed by the strength of the passion and love 
that was projected. She felt thoroughly unworthy of such devotion, 
particularly as she was still hiding her own infertility and therefore 
inequality in the two lovers' baby-making endeavours. A powerful 
wave of emotion rippled over her as she reflected on the commitment 
Charlotte had expressed to her: a commitment which went as far as 
was humanly possible in a homosexual relationship. A commitment 
which would soon as much encompass parenthood and marriage as 
any heterosexual relationship, and one in which she was so much more 
the equal partner than could otherwise be possible. She kissed Emma 
tenderly on the lips, and then pulled herself level with Charlotte's face. 
With unprompted and unfeigned tears coursing down her cheeks she 
nuzzled her face against Charlotte's and kissed her beautiful lips, eyes 
and cheeks again and again and again.

Life at the flat had certainly changed since the early days when 
Charlotte had shared the flat with only Emma and Harriet. Almost as 
soon as Harriett returned back from her extended tour filming Sex 
Abroad she made preparations to move into Isabel's flat and out of 
the flat for which she'd be paying the rent in absentia for so long: a 
rent the amount of which varied quite astonishingly as bewilderingly 
different numbers of women took residence there. She came back one 
evening to see how things were, and was a little astonished to find 
Charlotte and Josephine together making love in the living room, 
while in Emma's old room she found Susan and Fatima engaged in 
post-coital caresses with dribbles of viscous liquid still lubricating the 
dildo strapped semi-permanently around Susan's waist. Susan leaped 
up and kissed Harriett passionately on the mouth.

"I thought you were never coming back!" she exclaimed, admiring 
Harriett's trim body so brown after exposure to the tropical sun but as 
always restrained in a pair of shorts and a singlet. "And this must be 
Isabel, who you've told us so much about in your letters!"

She gestured towards Isabel, who was standing, topless as always in a 
sun hat and a long floral skirt down to her sandalled ankles, and 
tanned a golden brown herself. Her large firm breasts stood out in their 
full magnificence and even Fatima, so accustomed to Amna's own 
surgically enhanced breasts, found them rather a revelation. Isabel 
smiled at the slim oriental girl with the outsize dildo standing out 
incongruously from her middle. "Pleased to meet you," she said. "You 
must be Emma."

"No, Emma doesn't live here any more," Harriett remarked. "This is 
Susan. And I don't know who her friend is?"

"Fatima!" announced the other woman standing up with skin browner 
than Harriett's but not from any exposure to the sun. In fact she had 
never exposed any of her flesh to the sun, reserving her nudity for 
indoor sport. Even then she was rarely wholly naked, for she would 
wear, as she was wearing now, black stockings and rarely kicked off 
her stilettos. She stood up, extending a hand to Harriett. "I'm delighted 
to meet you!"

She kissed Harriett tenderly on the lips, and then turned around to face 
Isabel. "And you must be Harriett's director?"

"I would hope that's not all I am!" Isabel announced, examining 
Fatima's slim stockinged figure and the dribble of orgasmic juice that 
was so visibly staining the seams of the stockings.

"I've looked forward to meeting you for so long!" Fatima continued, 
approaching Isabel and kissing her on the lips just as she'd just kissed 
Harriett. "And not merely because I've heard about you from Susan. 
I've long been an admirer of your work."

"You have?" asked Isabel, at once both flattered and wary.

Harriett addressed Susan. "How is the happy mother to be? How does 
Charlotte feel about being pregnant?"

"Why not let's ask her?" She announced, bouncing to her feet and 
pulling a short tee-shirt over her head. Harriett followed Susan as she 
wandered into the adjoining room. "I would say that she seems more 
delighted than I'd ever believed possible. You wouldn't believe how 
many people have participated in her endeavours to get pregnant!"

Harriett fancied that she could detect a trace of bitter jealousy in 
Susan's voice, but she dismissed it from her mind as she joined Susan 
with Charlotte and Josephine who were engaged in mutual oral sex. 
Charlotte's face was buried in Josephine's cunt, while Harriett could 
see Josephine's eyes above her tongue which was rubbing itself raw 
on her lover's pudenda. Josephine glanced up as Harriett and Susan 
entered, and saw them.

"Oh! Look! Charlotte! Look who it is!" exclaimed Josephine. 

Charlotte, with all too apparent reluctance, removed her face from 
Josephine's cunt and looked over her buttocks to see who it might be. 
Seeing Harriett, she gasped in apparent delight, and the couple 
disengaged themselves from each other and stood naked in front of 
their flatmate, sweat sliding down their chests and onto their thighs. 
Charlotte pulled Harriett to her breast, hugged her tightly and 
showered her face with kisses. "I'm pregnant!" She announced. "I'm 
going to have a baby! And Josephine's the father!"

"Josephine?" Wondered Harriett in genuine disbelief, looking at the 
supposed father's crotch to assess by what means she'd attained this 
apparent status.

Josephine smiled indulgently. "Not the father in the biological sense!" 
She explained. "Someone else (and we've no idea who!) has that 
particular distinction. But Charlotte says that as I participated in the 
conception then I have as much right to be considered the father as 
anyone else."

Harriett was genuinely puzzled by these assertions of paternity, but she 
dismissed them in her mind as being merely symptomatic of 
Charlotte's curiously obsessive personality. However, she was 
genuinely pleased that Charlotte had found a woman so willingly 
indulgent to her whims, and that the couple were so very much in love. 

"Have you brought Isabel?" Asked Josephine. "We were so happy for 
you when you said in your letters that you and she had declared your 
love for each other. Had you been lovers a long time before?"

Harriett nodded. "Yes," she admitted. "For a long time, we denied our 
feelings. I'd never really thought I could ever be truly satisfied by a 
woman and Isabel had always believed that her sexual feelings for 
women were reserved for the camera. But then we realised that we 
were really and truly in love. It's been like a revelation for me. I never 
believed I could ever really love someone as much as I love Isabel, 
even though she's nearly ten years older than me!"

"Can we meet the lucky lady?" Asked Charlotte. "She is here, isn't 
she?"

Harriett nodded, and escorted the three flatmates to the other bedroom 
where she discovered her chatting amiably with Fatima, and felt that 
horrid pang of jealousy that she'd always believed was alien to her and 
had become so much more frequent recently. Whenever she'd watched 
Isabel making love with other people, especially when not on the film 
set, she always found herself asking herself how genuine her passion 
was and whether it matched that which she expressed towards herself. 
She would look at disgust at the dribbles of semen down Isabel's legs 
or on her breasts after she'd made love to one of her all too many male 
admirers. She even began to acknowledge that the sex that she 
performed so frequently for professional reasons might perhaps be 
compromising her love for Isabel, however much she told herself that 
it was not the same kind of passion at all.

"So, if I introduce you to Amna, you will at least consider her," Fatima 
was saying to Isabel. "I assure you it won't be wasted time. She's 
performed in quite a few films now. Paki Fuckers. Oriental Bust 
Out. Asian Deep Cunt. And it's not just her breasts that are 
enhanced. Her lips are nice and full. Her buttocks are really 
voluptuous and bouncy. And she's keeping herself truly trim."

"I promise you I will," smiled Isabel. "But what I said is still true. As a 
policy I prefer not to deal with agents. I prefer to make my own 
decisions." She looked up at Harriett and the other girls. "Well, you 
never told me that so many people in this flat were performers in the 
sex industry. Not only yourself, Susan, Emma and Josephine, as you 
told me about, but Fatima here's an agent! I almost feel like I've not 
left the film set at all!" She wandered over to Harriett and pressing her 
enormous breasts against her chest, she leaned over as far as she could 
to kiss her on the mouth. "Don't look so sad, dearest!" She remarked, 
clearly detecting Harriett's discomfort. "Introduce me to your friends. 
Which one's Charlotte: the bearer of such good news!"





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