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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Three {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Three {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 43 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Charlotte and Josephine get married.


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
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Charlotte is preganant with Josephine's baby and the two agree to marry.


Chapter Forty Three
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At last the day of Josephine and Charlotte's wedding came along. A 
day Charlotte had been dreading but looking forward to so much. At 
last she could put a seal on the love she felt towards her lover. At last 
she would be able to say to the world that Josephine was the one for 
her, and that it was her intention to stay with her until death did them 
part. She was equally worried about her pregnancy, now so obvious 
and such an added burden to her otherwise slim frame. But although 
biologically the unborn child couldn't have been Josephine's, she felt 
that it was spiritually. The baby for which they had both worked so 
hard, and which was almost certainly conceived while Josephine was 
there in the mass of male and female flesh of their lovemaking. 

Josephine was happy. She dearly loved Charlotte and could imagine 
no better lover and companion. But not everyone was as happy as 
Charlotte and Josephine. Charlotte's parents were horrified. They 
refused to even acknowledge their wedding invitation, something 
which brought Charlotte to tears of rage and disappointment. How 
could they care so little for their daughter and her happiness? They 
even refused to meet Josephine, and neither of the girls had the 
courage to visit them uninvited. Their refusal to go was for reasons 
which brought back to Charlotte bitter memories of their reaction 
when she announced to them, first that she was gay and second that 
she was a naturist. They believed that same sex marriages were 
nothing more than a mockery, that Charlotte's pregnancy revealed her 
to be merely a slut who really shouldn't cast a shadow on their 
threshold, and that Josephine herself was almost certainly the cause of 
their darling daughter's depravity. The fact that it was to be a naturist 
wedding was scarcely likely to have added to their enthusiasm to 
witness her nuptials.

Josephine's parents, on the other hand, were much more 
understanding. Although they had no enthusiasm for their daughter's 
chosen career and failed to comprehend what it might be that their 
darling daughter saw in another woman, they took the effort to meet 
Charlotte whose nudity at first disturbed them, but to which they 
gradually got accustomed. It was just another life-style choice they 
reasoned, and not  one that actually caused anyone any harm. They had 
great misgivings about going to a naturist wedding. They were not 
naturists, and indeed found the whole thing faintly ridiculous. They 
were pleased to see that nudity was optional and was certainly not 
expected of them. They were assured that great efforts would be made 
to ensure that textiles such as they were not going to feel excluded.

It was also reassuring that it wasn't their daughter who was pregnant, 
and that, in respect to their own feelings, Josephine was not going to 
be naked herself. In fact, she went into the business of choosing a 
wedding dress with an enthusiasm which Charlotte, who was of course 
excluded from so doing, found quite curious. She and Susan visited 
countless shops which sold matrimonial wear before selecting a 
relatively modest, faintly golden wedding dress which they felt suited 
her. Charlotte restricted herself to just a veil and a garter. Any more 
than that and it just wouldn't be right!

She was filled with trepidation as she waited in the church foyer for 
her fianc,e to arrive. She felt horribly conscious of her prominent 
stomach. Just as much as she felt that marriage was the right thing 
when a baby was involved, so too did she feel that gravidity was not 
really the appropriate condition for such a solemn occasion. She stood 
with Emma who had the role of would give her away to Josephine and 
who was naturally not at all self-conscious about her nakedness.

Not that they were the only naked people there. The choir was 
similarly nude, as of course was the minister, who wore only the dog-
collar which symbolised his office. Also many, but not most, of their 
guests were naked. There was Maisie excitedly chatting by Emma's 
side, who was as comfortable as Emma in her nakedness. There was 
Susan's large-breasted lover, Rosemary, who was nervously sat next 
to Amna and her bizarrely tattooed friend. Rosemary was naked and 
very much aware of the attention her enormous breasts attracted, 
whether she crossed her arms over her breasts or under them. Amna 
and Fluff were also naked, although both of them had chosen to wear 
large hats which had the advantage in Fluff's case of obscuring her 
vulgar facial tattoo. Much as Charlotte enjoyed men's penises, and had 
enjoyed more than a few on her hen-night several nights ago, she felt 
that erect penises were not really appropriate in a church; even a 
naturist one. Next to the two girls were Salim and Fatima covered by 
their chadors. There was Enid, also naked, sitting by the clothed 
figures of Edward and Hyacinth. And several naked figures from 
work. And also the stunningly well-dressed, if slightly haughty figure 
of Tanya, a woman who Emma had insisted on inviting, and who 
Charlotte knew was playing a bigger role in her best friend's life. 
There was also Harriet who'd hurried back from an engagement in 
Ottawa to be there with her lover.

And then, finally, and sending Charlotte's heart into a frenzy of 
activity, arrived Josephine escorted by the naked figure of Susan. 
Although Josephine's dress felt slightly out of place in a naturist 
church, Charlotte had to admit that it did suit her very well. As always, 
Josephine displayed excellent restraint and taste in her choice. Susan 
handed Josephine over to Charlotte, who, as she took her lover's hand 
in hers, was aware of how much she was also nervous and sweating 
from the excitement and anticipation of this the day which would seal 
their love forever.

The two of them hadn't made love together since their hen-night, 
which had been a full orgy to which they'd invited all their friends and 
a number of willing men (one of which was more than likely the real 
father of their child). Charlotte enjoyed all the fucking, though she 
doubted it was as much appreciated by her unborn child whose first 
kicks she'd felt during a particularly frenetic session with three, or was 
it four, lovers. And she kept her eyes on her dear Josephine who also 
enjoyed her own heterosexual coupling under Emma's faintly 
disapproving eye. Since that day, as tradition demanded, she'd not 
seen Josephine and had only spoken to her, and then at length, over the 
phone. Charlotte invited Emma to stay in the flat which had once been 
Emma's as well and came to enjoy several nights of passion with the 
woman who would always remain her best friend, even though one, 
she was now resigned to admitting, who could never displace 
Josephine in her affections. Her lover had been staying with Susan, 
and she was sure that the two of them had also enjoyed many hours of 
lovemaking together, almost certainly together with Susan's bizarrely 
proportioned girlfriend.

The wedding was a suitably solemn affair treated with appropriate 
respect by the minister who, in Charlotte's and Josephine's earlier 
conversations, had shown rather more concern for the girls' souls than 
for the rightness or otherwise of same sex weddings and Charlotte's 
pregnancy. Both girls promised to come to the church more often and 
to read the Bible. Charlotte was very nervous and still quite unhappy 
that her parents weren't there to lend their assent. It was with some 
difficulty that Josephine squeezed the ring onto Charlotte's finger 
which had slightly swollen in her anxiety. But it was soon in place, the 
solemn vows made and the registry signed.

And then onto the reception which Susan and Emma had organised. 
There were the speeches, the food and a selection of jazz and dance 
music laid on by some of Emma's colleagues from Harlot TV. 
Josephine's father had decided after all his doubts and after a great 
deal of encouragement from her daughter to give a brief speech in 
which he wished the couple well. He hinted only obliquely that this 
had not really been the sort of marriage he'd expected for his bisexual 
daughter. Other speeches came from friends and colleagues, including 
Emma whose speech was the most professionally delivered and the 
most heartfelt. Soon both Charlotte and Josephine were slightly tipsy 
from all the champagne and very full from the delightful spread that 
Susan had organised and paid for. Susan had opted not to give a 
speech, and Charlotte was quite concerned at one stage to see her burst 
into tears and lean on Rosemary for comfort and consolation.

Then, the two girls were whisked off to the hotel where they were to 
stay for the next few days. It wasn't very far away, as Charlotte was 
concerned about how travel, particularly air travel, would affect her 
pregnancy. As they left, Charlotte kissed her friends and Josephine's 
parents goodbye, glad that despite the lack of approval from her own 
parents that her marriage was at least given credence by some people 
in what she considered to be her new family. Was she Josephine's 
wife or her husband? she wondered as the taxi drove them through the 
city streets. Even the question of surnames had caused some debate in 
her mind: solved ultimately by them each adopting the other's 
surname in addition to their own.

The honeymoon suite was on the top floor of the plush hotel with a 
view over the city parks and relatively quiet despite the heavy traffic 
outside thanks to the very high quality double glazing. Charlotte sank 
backwards onto the large heart-shaped bed, her swollen stomach 
protruding high above and the weight of her gravidity exhausting her.

"At last!" she said to Josephine. "Alone together!"

Josephine smiled as she removed her clothes and stood naked in front 
of Charlotte at the end of the bed. Her nipples were raised in 
anticipation and the sheen of her skin betrayed her excitement. "I've 
enjoyed this day so much!" she sobbed. "I never thought I would. But 
all the love I felt from everyone and from you. Oh Charlotte! What 
have I done to deserve a lover, a partner, a soulmate as beautiful, 
clever and oh! so loving as you?"

She pulled herself onto the bed and crawled towards Charlotte. She 
placed her hands on Charlotte's large stomach, admiring her lover's 
breasts which were swollen as they prepared themselves for lactation, 
the nipples larger and fuller than ever before, and the mounted 
welcomingness of her vagina! She moved her head down between 
Charlotte's legs, her hair tracing itself delicately over her lover's 
thighs and the base of her swelling stomach. A menage ... trois of sorts, 
she mused, thinking of the hidden third presence inside Charlotte who 
very occasionally and just as unpredictably announced its presence, 
but had been remarkably quiet on this, so special day.

Her tongue probed Charlotte's vulva which her lover had taken to 
shaving again in preparation, she said, for her forthcoming childbirth. 
It was so beautiful to run her tongue over such smooth skin which 
emphasised the beauty of her lover's vagina which despite its very 
many penetrations had not unfolded itself into a mass of protruding 
folds like an overripe fig. The clitoris tasted so sweet. The inner lips 
smelt so strong and overpowering. A rich odour which excited 
Josephine as she rubbed her own clitoris with one hand, while the 
fingers of the other probed lovingly in the tighter grip of Charlotte's 
anus. She gasped with reciprocal pleasure as she brought her lover to 
one of her so reliable orgasms as they wallowed together on the mass 
of the bed.

"Oh I love you so much!" declared Josephine. "And you're mine! All 
mine!" And then she smiled wickedly at her lover. "But not 
completely."

Charlotte looked slightly alarmed. "What do you mean? Is there 
someone else?"

"Tonight yes," Josephine announced, sharply clapping her hands.

And then on cue three naked men who Josephine had invited emerged 
from the bathroom where they'd been hiding. They all sported firm 
and proud erections which they had been stimulating while watching 
Josephine prepare her lover. Charlotte smiled with delight. 

"Oh Josephine!" she cried with gratitude. "You needn't have! We no 
longer have to share our love with anyone else."

"There is a love I can never give fully," Josephine admitted, as the 
men crawled onto the bed and surrounded her gravid lover. Their 
tongues and hands tenderly stroked her stomach, breasts and thighs, 
expressing their appreciation with small grunts and the slightest 
panting of excitement. Josephine crawled up towards her life partner's 
face and kissed her full in the mouth, as the men prepared to service 
her.

And so it was a wedding night to remember, and heard down the long 
hotel corridor as Charlotte's cries of ecstasy rang out. The men were 
gentle, as they had to be regarding Charlotte's state, but nonetheless 
didn't neglect their duties towards satisfying the wedded couple from 
the back and the front. A mass of naked groping flesh: one fifth black 
and one fifth brown. One stood up and fucked Charlotte while 
Josephine was fucked by another, her tongue still twisted around 
Charlotte's own, deep in her lover's mouth. The fifth took Josephine 
from behind, awkwardly balancing himself on the edge of the bed, 
holding onto the girls for stability. 

The night was long and passionate, sweaty and smelly, and only 
Charlotte's advanced state of pregnancy prevented it going on forever, 
though had the appetite for more impassioned lovemaking while the 
subject of her wedlock dozed on the sheet beside her, a broad and 
satisfied grin on her face.

Finally, Josephine was satisfied, and she silently signalled that the 
men should leave, despite the persistent erection one of them still had. 
They quietly gathered their clothes, while Josephine stretched out next 
to her lover. As the door closed behind the men, she tenderly kissed 
Charlotte on the forehead, gently pushing aside the damp hair which 
clung to her flesh. She examined her lover's peaceful expression. The 
eyes were closed, and her breathing was steady and even. Her stomach 
gently rose and fell with each breath: holding within a secret treasure 
which Josephine had sworn to love; knowing that Charlotte viewed it 
as the greatest gift she could give her lover. It may have none of her 
genes, Josephine mused, but it would have all of her love.

She leaned over to turn off the lights in the room, and lay in the 
darkened room illuminated only by the stars from behind the curtain. 
She contemplated the contours of her lover's body, and felt a swelling 
of impassioned love let itself loose from her own chest, quickening her 
heart and making her feel ever so slightly weak. She'd never known 
love like this before. And, indeed, she'd once felt that such romantic 
feelings were forever denied her, despite all the sex and passion. But 
they were there now, and filled her with a deep and satisfying glow, 
which she was certain lit her up as keenly as the warmth of a coal fire.




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