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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty {Bradley Stoke} {MF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 40 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Charlotte visits Hyacinth and Enid.


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. 


For More : http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Bradley_Stoke/www


Previously
==========

Charlotte is preganant and Josephine is the father. Enid falls in love
with Josephine and loves Charlotte.



Chapter Forty
=============


"Ohh! Ohhh! Ooohhh!" Gasped Hyacinth as Edward pushed his huge 
black penis deeper and deeper into the welcoming liquid warmth of 
her cunt, her legs spread wide and her throat becoming hoarse with the 
expression of her passion. She only gradually became aware that she 
and Edward were not alone in the tiny bedsit. Opposite her and 
watching her dispassionately was Enid. This didn't in itself trouble 
her. She wasn't expected to stop for Enid's benefit, and had no 
intention of doing so. It was with a start, and reluctantly removing 
Edward's wildly twitching penis, clearly just on the verge of releasing 
its load, that she realised that Enid wasn't unaccompanied. She curled 
up on the bed, modestly covering her shaved cunt with her hands, as 
she examined Enid's friend who seemed as unconcerned about her 
lovemaking as her flatmate.

Enid's friend was naked like her and a few years older than her. 
However she was also quite pregnant: not yet in the final month of 
pregnancy but her stomach was swollen out and glistened in the light 
of the bright lamps. She smiled warmly at Hyacinth and also at 
Edward who seemed more embarrassed than anyone else, futilely 
covering his massive penis with his hands and blushing quite visibly.

"This is Charlotte," Enid announced. "My friend from work. I thought 
I'd invite her back to our flat, if that's alright, Hyacinth?"

"That's fine! No problem!" Claimed Hyacinth, who nonetheless felt 
rather less than elated by the unwelcome break in her lovemaking. She 
climbed up from the bed, and pulled a large white sweater over her 
head, which covered her down to her thighs, and was decorated with 
the college crest. "Would you like some coffee, Charlotte?"

Enid's colleague mused thoughtfully. "I wouldn't mind some tea," she 
remarked. "I hope you don't mind me interrupting you like this, but 
I've known Enid such a long time, and I've just never visited her at 
home before. She's so often suggested I visit. You must be Hyacinth. 
Enid's told me ever so much about you."

"Has she?" retorted Hyacinth, glaring at Enid with barely concealed 
hostility. However, she walked out of the bedroom to the small 
kitchenette which was hidden just beside the small bathroom/shower 
and toilet. Enid kissed Charlotte tenderly on the lips and chased after 
Hyacinth, who picked up a plastic kettle and was about to fill it with 
water from the tap.

"I'm sorry for interrupting you like that, Hyacinth!" Pleaded Enid, 
who had clearly noticed the hostility on her friend's face. I just didn't 
know you had a friend with you. It's Edward, isn't it? He seems to be 
visiting so much more these days. Anyway, we knocked on the door 
pretty loudly. You must've just not heard us. And when we'd opened 
the door, it was too late. There wasn't anything we could do."

"You found time to take off your clothes," observed Hyacinth ruefully, 
as the water filled the kettle.

"That really doesn't take long. And they are so unnecessary, don't you 
think?"

"I'm not sure that's how Edward thinks," sniffed Hyacinth, clicking 
the switch on the kettle, and screwing open a jar of instant tea. "He's 
not as used to seeing naked women as you are."

"Or you, for that matter!" Giggled Enid, putting an arm around her 
friend's shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. "Anyway, what do you 
think of Charlotte? She's pretty nice, isn't she?"

"I thought it was Josephine you were in love with," remarked 
Hyacinth, sorting out the mugs. "It's she you go and see perform most 
nights. It's she who you go on about most. I thought your feelings 
were too strong to want to make love to her lover."

"What's this about making love to Charlotte?" Wondered Enid. "She's 
just a friend."

"Are you sure?" Wondered Hyacinth.

"You're not jealous of her, are you?"

"What a stupid idea, Charlotte! I'm just a bit pissed off, you barging in 
while I was just about to come to an orgasm."

"Oh, that's nothing, Hyacinth. You do that most nights anyway. And if 
not with Edward, then it's with me!"

Hyacinth couldn't really deny this, though she had no wish for Enid to 
think that her tolerance of  Enid's sexual desire and her willingness to 
let Enid masturbate her meant that there was any emotional tie 
between them in quite that way. She made no reply as she put 
spoonfuls of granules into the mugs, covered them in boiling water 
and placed them on a tray. 

Enid was concerned for her friend's lack of enthusiasm. She put her 
arm around Hyacinth's waist, and rested her cheek on her shoulder. 
"Oh, Hyacinth! Sweetest! Don't take it wrong! I have so few friends, 
and Charlotte's such a good one. We have so much in common. She's 
a lesbian as well as a naturist, you know! There aren't many like us!"

Hyacinth relented. She was being mean spirited. "I suppose, you're 
right!" She reluctantly agreed, turning her face round and kissing Enid 
softly and dryly on the lips, but held her firmly so that she would 
recognise that this was no prelude to the more physical tenderness that 
her friend was so enthusiastic about. She picked up the tray and 
followed Enid into the main bedroom, expecting to see Edward 
clothed and awkward, sitting on the edge of the bed, as put out by the 
intrusion as she had been.

What she hadn't expected to see was Charlotte lying on her back in the 
warmth she had so recently vacated, with Edward's buttocks thrusting 
backwards and forwards into the hairy cunt shadowed by her rounded 
stomach, the flash of light prominent on his smooth black skin. 
Charlotte certainly seemed nothing loath, as she gave vent to short 
little gasps of pleasure. And Edward was quite clearly enjoying the 
exercise himself. Only a tremendous exercise of will prevented 
Hyacinth letting the tray fall to the floor and the mugs spill tea onto 
the nylon carpet. She placed it shakily on the small table.

"I thought you said Charlotte was a lesbian!" She said accusingly to 
her flatmate.

Enid looked almost as much disconcerted as Hyacinth. She was 
leaning against a chair, watching  the broad smile on Charlotte's face 
with an expression of as much disgust as fascination. "She is! She is!" 
Said Enid. "But I suppose being a lesbian doesn't necessarily mean 
that..."

"Well, something must have made her pregnant! However versatile 
Josephine may be, I don't think she could quite do that. I don't think 
your Charlotte's any more a lesbian than me!"

"But lesbianism's an emotional thing. Not a physical thing. Charlotte's 
always said that she enjoys making love with men, but it's women that 
she loves..."

"The best of both worlds, I suppose," sneered Hyacinth.

"Oh! Sweetest! Hyacinth! It's not the same. It's not the same at all!"

"I don't care! Not only does your friend burst in on me while I'm 
being fucked, as soon as I'm out of sight she seduces Edward. I hate 
her! I hate you! I hate Edward!"

"Hyacinth! Don't say that! You know how much I love you! Men 
aren't the same! Believe me! Charlotte just doesn't see men like you 
do!"

"I'm not sure about that!" Mused Hyacinth, as Charlotte and Edward's 
bodies writhed together, a torrent of semen dripping down Charlotte's 
thighs. "What's the difference between me and Edward, and Charlotte 
and Edward?"

Enid faced Hyacinth, and brushed away a tear of chagrin that had 
dripped down her cheek. She kissed Hyacinth firmly on the mouth, 
and recognising the confusion which her flatmate was in, allowed 
herself an intimate stroking of her shaven cunt, daringly pinching her 
clitoris with her fingers. "This is a much more complex world than 
you think!" She declared as she eased Hyacinth back onto the sofa and 
pulled her sweater off her full round breasts, and eased a finger deeper 
into her still moist vagina.




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