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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Four {Bradley Stoke} {FF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 44 of 50
Keywords: FF 
Short Summary: Amna introduces her sister to her aunt and her lover.


Emma
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Summary 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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Amna lives with her Aunt Salim and is in love with Fluff.


Chapter Forty Four
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Amna was aware that her family was more than a little discomfited by 
the changes in her appearance, though she made every effort when she 
visited them to dress in a way that wouldn't alarm them. But no matter 
how plain the clothes she wore (and these days it was quite difficult 
for her to dress especially plainly), nothing could disguise how much 
fuller her bust now was, nor how her face had changed so much. It 
must have puzzled them, but she was sure they attributed it to the 
changes that happened to any growing girl. It was good that they had 
no opportunity to see her shaved vagina, her pierced nipples or her 
tattoos. Then they might really worry about the wisdom of letting their 
eldest daughter stay with Aunt Salim. Her parents only asked her the 
most banal questions about her life, convinced that her newfound 
wealth was gained through honest toil in the office. Her brothers were 
too confused by their own physical changes brought about by 
adolescence to make any judgment about their sister's own changes.

Her younger sister Dalitha was also growing older. Breasts were 
beginning to swell beneath her school jumper and blouse, and her 
figure was fast seeming ill-suited to the clothes of her youth. 
Inevitably she was more curious about the changes that were 
happening to her sister. "Will I have boobies like yours?" she asked 
na<vely. "Will my bum stick out like that?" Amna loved her sister too 
much to mislead her, so when the moment seemed right, as they 
walked through the park with their parents' pet labrador, she explained 
as best she could what plastic surgery meant, and what it did to a girl. 
"But don't tell Mum and Dad. I don't think they'll approve."

However, conversation soon strayed and Amna found herself 
confessing to her love affair with Fluff, her relationship with Auntie 
Salim and her friend Fatima, and, of course, about all the men in her 
life. "But I much prefer Fluff. She's really lush." Amna was so used to 
her current life-style that she'd forgotten how very strange and exotic 
it seemed to her sister. Dalitha's eyes widened and her tongue licked 
across her thin lips. 

"Your life is so exciting!" she gasped. "What's it like having sex? 
Does it hurt? And do men's willies really get very stiff? My life's so 
boring. I wish I had a life like yours."

Amna sighed, as the labrador chased after some leaves across the 
grass, excited by the smells and sights of the city park. "Men are like 
dogs," she said, observing the labrador sniff the rear end of a collie. 
"They just want one thing. And when they're finished, they just run 
off to find someone else to fuck . to make love with. Women are 
much better. Fluff is so lovely in bed. And so beautiful. She's got the 
tenderest cunt . personality in the world. And Auntie Salim's alright 
too, if a bit boring."

"It sounds wonderful," giggled Dalitha excitedly. "Ooh! I'd just love 
to have sex with a woman if it sounds so good. Do any women have 
willies?"

Amna blushed, thinking of the strap-on dildo she had chosen not to 
wear when visiting her family. "Not as such," she admitted.

Dalitha was a growing girl and was now working part-time in their 
parents' shop, so she had her own small income. She was insistent 
with her pleading that she be allowed to visit Amna at Auntie Salim's 
house. It was difficult for Amna to resist. She and her sister had so 
many happy shared memories together over the years of their 
childhood together. And she was such a pretty girl. How could anyone 
resist her? She was shorter than Amna, and also slenderer. Her skin 
was equally as dark and like her sister dark fur grew on her cheeks and 
arms. She had a very sweet toothy smile. Her long straight hair fanned 
over her shoulders and fell into her large dark brown eyes. Amna 
eventually gave in, forcing her sister to swear on the Koran that she 
wouldn't say anything about her life to anyone. "Not even your best 
friend at school."

Dalitha frowned. She'd already made hints of this to Khadija and had 
been looking forward to providing more full and detailed accounts of 
her older sister's exciting life, but she saw the wisdom of Amna's 
advice. She was a good girl, and she'd never do anything to upset her 
sister. 

Auntie Salim made Dalitha very welcome when she visited, although 
it was clear that the young girl was finding it all rather boring. Why 
was her aunt dressed with a scarf and long dress? Amna said that she 
was usually nude. And Amna wasn't dressed very sexily either. Her 
sister's jeans and baggy tee-shirt were not the outrageous clothes that 
Amna had confessed to wear most often. They sat together around the 
television eating the small snacks that Salim had prepared, talking 
about school and how business was at her parents' shop. This wasn't 
what Dalitha's adolescent fantasising had made her hope for. All that 
rubbing her breasts and easing her fingers into her crack had not been 
expended in fantasies of this! Perhaps Amna had been lying. Showing 
off. She was glad now she'd not told Khadija or Tabitha more of what 
her sister had said. She was already rehearsing how she'd relate the 
evening. Grown-ups were so boring!

However, all that changed when Fluff arrived. Unlike Amna and 
Salim, she was hiding none of her usual lack of constraint. She wore a 
sleeveless leather jacket, with her breasts bare beneath and a very tight 
very short skirt which so readily revealed that she wore no knickers 
underneath. And, of course, her face! Dalitha had seen pictures of 
erect penises in the magazines in her parents' shop and she'd even 
once seen an erect penis which some horrid man had shown off to her 
while she was walking home from school. But she'd never seen one 
tattooed so blatantly across anyone's face! So, Amna had been right to 
say that Fluff was a cock-fancier.

Dalitha was introduced to Fluff by Salim who was clearly rather less 
keen on her than Amna whose face brightened up quite perceptibly. 
"Fuck me! Your sister's not bad, is she?" Fluff exclaimed. "Pretty. 
Like you, Amna sweetest!"

And then, with virtually no prelude and with hardly time for Salim to 
complain, Fluff was on Amna, kissing her on the face and holding her 
tightly to her body. "Fuck, Amna! Get this fucking prep gear off. You 
look like a fucking college girl!"

Dalitha was astonished enough by the language which her parents had 
mostly sheltered her from, and she'd mostly only heard in the school 
playground. She was even more astonished as Fluff pulled off her 
jacket and skirt to stand naked in front of Amna. And even more 
tattoos. And weren't the nipples pierced too! And the tattoos! Just 
looking at them made Dalitha feel excited in a way that rather 
frightened her. All those stiff willies. And some of them had sort of 
creamy stuff coming out of them! Was this really what grown-up 
women could get up to.

"Really, Fluff! In front of Amna's sister!" protested Salim impotently, 
as Fluff tore off her lover's clothes. But to no avail. All too soon, 
Dalitha was treated to the fulsome and disturbing sight of her 
surgically enhanced sister without the encumbrance of clothing. And 
her sister had a tattoo on her arm as well, but not one of an erect penis. 
And then in front of her slightly horrified gaze, her sister and Fluff 
took themselves onto the sofa and began groping together while Salim 
stood by, not knowing what to do confronted with this flagrant display 
of exhibitionism. One body black, breasty and full. The other slim, 
white and splattered with the weirdest display of the tattooist's art that 
Dalitha could ever envisage. And the things they were doing to each 
other! Those tongues in the private bits. And in each other's mouth. 
Fingers probing everywhere. The strange overpowering animal smell. 
The glistening sweat on each of the girls' bodies. So, this was what 
sex was like! It was both like and unlike what Dalitha had imagined. 
Certainly she'd known from the pictures what two girls in the buff 
wrapped around each other would look like. But she hadn't really 
envisaged its physicality, its sweatiness and it smelliness. And the 
gasping, grunting, whining, moaning sounds. And then after she didn't 
know how long she'd sat in awe on the armchair, the television still 
babbling on about local news affairs and Auntie Salim still standing 
transfixed and miserable by the mantelpiece, it all came to a slow end, 
as both Fluff and Amna finished off with a chorus of cries and then 
collapsed onto the sofa together.

"Well, I hope you're both thoroughly ashamed of yourselves," Salim 
admonished the girls. "In front of young Dalitha."

"Oh fuck off!" said Fluff contemptuously. "I'll do just what I fucking 
like! If I want to fuck Amna then that's just what I'll fucking do."

The rest of the evening was more sedate, although Fluff and Amna 
remained naked with their arms entwined round each other. Their 
clothes were left in an untidy heap on the carpet, and it was up to 
Salim to pick them up, fold them and place them tidily on another 
chair. Something which she did to Fluff's clothes with rather more 
disdain than she did Amna's. Fluff was entertaining company though, 
shocking Salim and amusing Dalitha with stories of her recent sex 
conquests, while Amna occasionally kissed and petted her. Eventually, 
Fluff departed to see some man whom she'd arranged to see earlier, 
and left a rather embarrassed Salim and the still naked figure of Amna. 
Salim scolded her niece and then busied herself in the kitchen while 
Dalitha excitedly talked to her sister about her strange girlfriend. And 
then, of course, she was driven home by Auntie Salim, while the still 
naked Amna sat in front of the television watching some sex soap 
opera on one of the cable sex channels that her parents did not 
subscribe to.

This was not the last visit that Dalitha made to Aunt Salim's 
apartment. Indeed, it was the first of many regular visits. Amna, 
however, no longer made any effort to dress any differently when her 
sister visited, if she made any effort to dress at all. Aunt Salim, on the 
other hand, was clearly embarrassed by her niece's semi-nudity or 
even full nudity, but she had clearly abandoned all attempt to restrain 
her from dressing as she wished, although she herself dressed as 
before, with a scarf hiding her hair and a dress that hid most of her 
body. Nevertheless, the visits did not normally involve seeing Amna 
having sex with Fluff or anyone else. The three of them would watch 
television and sometimes Dalitha would rest in Amna's room where 
they would listen to her older sister's records and flick through her 
magazines.

She also met Fatima who dressed no differently to her aunt, and was 
equally as polite and restrained: indulging in none of the sexual 
practices that Amna had said she often did. However, she was still fun 
company and was clearly very fond of her sister. She made no mention 
of her professional relations with Amna and kept the conversation well 
clear of such matters.

Fluff was quite different whenever she visited, which was not 
frequently. Her visits, however, were always unannounced and always 
involved sex with her sister. Dalitha was not sure of the strange 
feelings erupting inside her as she watched her sister and her lover 
together indulging in the passionate love that was so sweaty, so 
unrestrained and so physical. There was a strange warmth emanating 
from between her legs and she was sometimes short of breath, as the 
bodies enmeshed on the floor, on the sofa, against the wall and even in 
the bed. Aunt Salim stayed within sight, watching the two lovers not 
with Dalitha's curiosity and wonderment, but more with an expression 
of disgust mixed with a kind of sadness. 

"Fuck, Salim!" remarked Fluff, Amna's strap-on dildo deep inside her 
and her shaved head pressed against the back of the sofa. "Why don't 
you join in, instead of just watching like that?"

Salim shook her head sadly, but made no comment.

"And you, Dalitha? Don't you want to join in?"

Dalitha gasped, conscious of a sudden tightening of her chest. Could 
she? Was it right? With her sister?

"Well, at least have a feel of what it's like," Fluff commanded, placing 
a hand on the dildo and holding Amna still with her other hand. 
"Come here and touch it!"

Dalitha looked at her Aunt Salim through startled eyes. Her aunt 
shook her head disapprovingly. She returned her gaze to her sister, 
who smiled mischievously. "It won't do any harm just to touch," she 
said with a smile.

Dalitha walked up to her sister and gingerly put her hand forward to 
where the dark rubber met Fluff's nicely trimmed vagina. She tenderly 
placed a hand on one side of it. It was strangely warm and very sticky. 
A small warm trickle of vaginal juice flowed down onto her thumb. 
Dalitha lowered her hand down the length of the dildo and felt the 
brush of warm, hard flesh where the dildo penetrated Fluff, the folds 
of the vulva erupting like the petals of a peculiarly pink flower on 
either side. She was both horrified and fascinated by the details of 
Fluff's vagina. All those folds! All those  crevices between the thick 
flesh! And the contrast of such detail with the smooth uninterrupted 
contours of her stomach and the small hard breasts above. She voiced 
a strangulated gasp, and frightened by the strong feelings that 
tightened her own chest, she hurriedly removed her hand and stood 
back.

"Good, isn't it?" said Fluff with an amused smile, as Amna 
recommenced her steady rhythmic thrusts in and out of her vagina. 
"And it's much better to be doing it than watching it!"

Dalitha stood back. What was she thinking? She ran over to Aunt 
Salim by the mantelpiece and without thinking grasped her aunt's 
hand. She watched as her sister and her lover became more and more 
physical, and the thrusting became fiercer and fiercer. Clearly her brief 
intercession in their lovemaking had stimulated the two girls to even 
more ferocity and passion. Aunt Salim seemed a little startled by 
Dalitha's gesture, but she didn't relinquish her niece's hand, although 
she did nothing to encourage it.

And soon Fluff and Amna were finished. In the postcoital pause that 
followed, Dalitha let go of her aunt's hand, aware of what it might 
seem to suggest, and embarrassedly sat down on the sofa. Amna 
smiled strangely as her sister positioned herself, her arms clasped 
between the legs of her jeans and a bright red blush spread over her 
face. No comment was made of what had happened, even from Fluff, 
who as usual left to meet another of her many male lovers. The rest of 
the evening was spent innocently enough, watching the television, 
with Amna fully naked except for the grotesque black dildo which 
dangled awkwardly between her legs and still shimmered from the 
traces of Fluff's vaginal orgasm.

It was perhaps inevitable that the next time that Dalitha visited her 
aunt's flat, it was a different occasion to all those that had come 
before. Dalitha herself had half-expected it to be different, although 
she had shied away from any coherent thought of how different it 
might be. The memory of her close encounter with Fluff's vagina 
remained with her; seemed, in fact, to be imprinted on the tips of her 
fingers where they had touched her. The memory of that droplet of 
vaginal juice still seemed sticky on her fingers. Her nights were spent 
in lonely agonised masturbation, not focused on anything specific but 
bringing her to gasps which she hoped her parents hadn't heard and a 
hot sweat that she hoped would go before the morning.

When she went up to the flat, after ringing the doorbell, she found 
Amna sitting naked on the sofa next to her aunt who, for the first time, 
was not wearing a scarf over her hair. Nor, for that matter, her long 
dark dress. Unlike Amna, she wasn't naked. She was wearing red silk 
lingerie which revealed to Dalitha for the first time that her aunt was 
really quite attractive. Aunt Salim's body was clearly a woman's body, 
and not at all like a girl's. Her breasts were full, the thighs and hips 
were also more full, and her arms had a womanly plumpness and none 
of the girlish slimness of her sister's arms. She still looked a little 
awkward, however, and somewhat embarrassed.

Dalitha sat down on the chair that had almost become her own, 
settling into the familiar cushions, aware that the television was off 
and that the stereo was playing some soft ambient jazz music. She 
smiled awkwardly at her sister and her aunt. "Aren't  we watching 
Homefield Grove?" she asked, aware that this was the time the soap 
opera normally began.

Amna smiled broadly, ignored her question. "Why don't you take off 
your clothes?" she asked quietly.

"What!" gasped Dalitha. "I couldn't ."

"Don't be silly. You know you'd feel more comfortable if you did. 
And anyway I don't wear any, do I?"

"I'm not sure that." Dalitha began, but nevertheless surrendered to 
her sister's request. She pulled off the tee-shirt she wore with its 
picture of the boy band In Tune. It eased off over her shoulders and 
she pulled her arms through its elbow-length sleeves. She then 
unstrapped her bra so her rounded, still forming breasts were revealed: 
the nipples puffed up a slightly darker brown than the rest of her 
breasts. And then she hooked her thumbs into the waist of her shorts, 
pulling them over her slim legs and over her trainers. She sat there 
wearing just her frilly cotton knickers and her air-soled trainers 
glancing up at Amna and Aunt Salim. Amna gestured impatiently that 
Dalitha remove these last vestiges, which Dalitha did: starting with the 
trainers, which she placed neatly by the pile of clothes she'd already 
removed, and then with a blush which gave a shine to her face and 
chest, she removed her knickers to reveal the smooth hair which had 
spread over her crotch and the vaginal crack which pursed inwards 
rather than out like her sister's.

Amna smiled, and then without a word unstrapped Aunt Salim's own 
bra from behind, revealing two very round apple-shaped but still 
womanly breasts: the nipples large in a deep aurora of a darker brown 
than the rest of her light brown freckled skin. She kissed her aunt 
tenderly on the cheek. "What do you think of Aunt Sally? Don't you 
think she's beautiful?"

Salim blushed visibly and smiled despite herself. Dalitha sighed. 
"She's very pretty," she ventured.

"And not just here!" announced Amna. Salim stood up shyly and 
removed her own knickers, pulling them down over her long slender 
legs and revealing a very neat vagina, almost as beautiful as Fluff's but 
without any of the folds that hung from Amna's lover's crotch. The 
hair was thick, but smooth, sparser than Dalitha's own, forming an 
almost perfect triangle so much darker than her golden brown flesh.

Dalitha gasped, but sat paralysed. She felt her skin tighten around her 
face and the nipples on her breasts were hardening. "She's very 
pretty," she repeated. "Very pretty!"

"Have a feel," offered Amna standing up by her aunt and wrapping an 
arm around her. "Don't be afraid. Aunt Sally is very gentle."

Dalitha knew that Amna and her aunt made love together, but it had 
never occurred to her that she might also get to know her in that way. 
Nervously, she stood up and walked over to Salim. Her aunt leaned 
down to her smaller niece and gave her a tender kiss on the lips. 
Dalitha gasped. Unsure of what to do, she put her arms around her 
aunt, just below her shoulders, leaned her head up, and then kissed her 
aunt back in return.

Gradually, bit by bit, the awkward fumblings became less  awkward, 
the kisses became more passionate. As the two girls became more 
intimate, Dalitha couldn't help wondering why this was happening. 
Was it just that her aunt found her attractive? Was it that her aunt 
loved her? Or was it, as she came to believe more firmly, from the odd 
verbal encouragement from her sister that this encounter was 
engineered by Amna. And had her aunt agreed because it seemed the 
lesser of two evils? And if so, what was the other evil? Her mind 
flashed back to her brief encounter with Fluff's flesh, and it seemed 
clear to her, while all else began to lose focus as her tongue encircled 
Aunt Salim's nipples while her aunt ran her long fingers up and down 
her slim back. It had either been Aunt Salim or Fluff. And in this way, 
her aunt was in some sense protecting her.

"So beautiful! And so tasty!" said Amna encouragingly as Salim and 
Dalitha lay on the sofa, guiding her sister down to Salim's vagina as 
Dalitha's tongue probed the tight  contours of her aunt's belly button. 
Indeed, it did taste strange. And the smell was so overpowering. And 
then her aunt swivelled round, above her, and she felt the muscular 
moistness of a tongue probe her own crotch. And then around her tiny 
clitoris. A tremor of pleasure shook her body, followed by another. 
And then another. Her crotch shook violently. And then that tongue 
probed deeper into her, deeper than anything except her own fingers 
had ever been before.

And soon Dalitha was in Salim's bed. Amna left them, content that 
her role in this exchange was complete, and Dalitha was in a delirium 
of pleasure and ecstasy, orchestrated and excited by her aunt, who 
nonetheless ensured that only her tongue and none of her fingers 
violated her own vagina. Her nipples were damp with sweat and 
saliva, her mouth retained the taste of Salim's mouth and the faint 
odour of herbs and spices, her taut young buttocks pressed against the 
silk sheets. She looked at Salim. Do I love you? she asked as she 
looked up at the vagina above her face, her tongue aching from the 
effort of licking that tender acid-smelling receptacle. Is it love I feel? 
She spasmed again, uncertain of the feelings and emotions that erupted 
inside her. If this is love, it's not as I expected it? So animal. So 
physical. And she loved the taste of Salim's skin. Salty and sweet. The 
curves of those thighs. The folds of the vagina. That freckled brown 
face, and the dark pupils in the bright eyes. And the hair with such a 
strange smell of its own as it fell onto her face and entangled with her 
own hair.

And in all this, Salim was strangely quiet. Her own thoughts were a 
confusion of lust, desire and guilt. At least, she thought, this kept her 
darling niece away from that disgusting Fluff. And yes, she did enjoy 
it. It was almost like the love she used to know from her darling Amna 
before she'd been corrupted by all her sex film friends. It was the 
innocent, non-penetrative love she'd enjoyed so much before. She felt 
some guilt and remorse from reflecting on how young her niece was, 
but it wasn't her youth that attracted her to Dalitha. It was perhaps her 
innocence. Or was it the beauty of those slender thighs, those large 
reflective eyes. The smooth dark skin, hairy as it was beginning to be, 
still unshaven under the arms, and tasting sweeter than even Amna. 

It worried her slightly where all this would lead. What would happen 
next? Was this where Amna's demands on her lovemaking with her 
sister end? But undeniably, it had resolved some of that strong feeling 
that had exploded inside her when Dalitha held her hand while they 
watched Amna and Fluff at play. That explosion of emotion and lust 
that both Amna and Fluff had noticed and which Amna had so 
mercilessly exploited. But was it wrong? Was this a sin?

Hardly, she mused, her teeth and lips nibbling gently on Dalitha's 
clitoris, feeling her niece's ecstatic spasms. How could something so 
beautiful, so wonderful, be sinful? Surely Allah would know that this 
was no sin, and in any case, being between women and within the 
sacred confines of family, how could this ever be seen as anything 
other than the purest of love.




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