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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Six {Bradley Stoke} {FFF}
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Title: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Forty Six {Bradley Stoke} {FFF}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 46 of 50
Keywords: FFF
Short Summary: Charlotte has a baby.


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, who is pregnant, and Josephine have got married.


Chapter Forty Six
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Pregnancy was not a pleasant ordeal. In fact, as it came closer to 
giving birth, Charlotte came to more and more wish that it was over 
and done with. The weight of her  unborn child had become more and 
more of a burden, and at times she almost resented its presence within 
her womb: a feeling that gave her feelings of remorse and worry 
whether she was really ever meant to do be a mother. After all, she 
was a lesbian, and children was something lesbians were not supposed 
to have or to worry about. Even if she viewed Josephine as the true 
spiritual father of her child. And the pain of pregnancy wasn't just in 
her stomach, but in her swollen breasts and weighed down her spine 
and made her feel sick and nauseous every morning. Would it ever 
end?

Her last day of work before taking maternal leave was a sad one. She 
did very little work on this day: less than even the little work that she 
was being allocated by her sympathetic bosses. She kissed her naked 
colleagues goodbye, and let herself be escorted home by Enid, letting 
the young girl embrace and kiss her even though in truth she no longer 
had much appetite or inclination for even Enid's very tender 
lovemaking. 

Josephine also took time off work, turning down all offers of work so 
that she could be by her spouse's side as she came closer to the day of 
her hospital appointment. Josephine was uncertain how to behave, 
clearly unsettled by Charlotte's loss of sexual appetite: cancelling all 
the advances of the men who had been such a reliable source of 
pleasure and distraction up till then. The two girls would nestle 
together under the sheets of their bed indulging an appetite for 
chocolate and cookies rather than sexual ecstasy. In fact, Josephine 
was sure she felt Charlotte's pregnancy almost as much as if it were 
her own: worried indeed whether she might herself gain weight from 
all the high-calorie food she was sharing with her spouse. 

Even the times Josephine spent away from Charlotte, shopping or 
making arrangements for the birth felt almost like betrayal to her. She 
felt her true role was to be her wife's constant companion. She worried 
as she was filling her basket in the supermarket whether even these 
moments of separation would be moments she would forever regret as 
moments she should have been by Charlotte's side when the spasms 
which were happening so infrequently now would break into the 
pattern her ante-natal classes had warned her about.

But when it happened, there was an air of inevitability about it. 
Charlotte's spasms came with the rhythmic regularity that were 
expected, the taxi-ride through the city was tense but not unforeseen: 
she had even had the presence of mind to dress Charlotte for a world 
where her nudity would be frowned on, and even to pack the night-
gown that she had the foresight to buy for the hospital ward. There 
was no such thing as a hospital or even a ward for the committed 
naturist.

Josephine stayed with Charlotte as she endured the many hours of 
labour and finally witnessed the emergence of the new baby, as its 
head emerged damp and squashed from between Charlotte's legs. It 
was a boy: healthy and vigorous as demonstrated by his first cries as it 
came into the world. So it was a Thomas Edward, as the two girls had 
agreed, not an Emma Susan. And as soon as he was lifted to the air by 
the midwife, placenta dripping from his shiny skin, umbilical cord 
dangling from his navel, Josephine could see that it would be less 
difficult than she'd imagined to hazard who the actual biological 
father could be. His skin was a light chocolate brown, which meant 
that the father would have been one of the two or was it three black 
men that Charlotte had had sex with in that fateful few weeks nine 
months before when he had been conceived.

Charlotte was exhausted by her hours of exertion, but nonetheless 
desperate to see who she had borne. She yelped with a delight as the 
baby settled down in her arms while the midwifes and doctors busied 
themselves. She was now a mother, and, she thought, smiling at her 
anxious lover, Josephine was now a father.

She stayed in hospital for less than a week, in which time all her 
friends visited. Enid and Hyacinth, Susan and Rosemary, colleagues 
from work and Josephine's parents. Maisie visited, but by herself, 
with neither Tanya nor Emma for company: she was as fascinated as 
anyone by the sight of the little boy: his small walnut crumpled face, 
his puffy eyes, the small perfectly formed hands that opened and 
closed without grasping on anything, and the bush of black curls over 
his light chocolate brown face. Charlotte smiled indulgently at young 
Thomas, while Maisie sat on the edge of the bed, uncertain as what to 
say or do.

"Where's Emma?" Charlotte asked, disappointed that her closest 
friend hadn't come to see her. "Is she busy?"

Maisie shook her head sadly. "I don't know. I've left her. I'm staying 
at Tanya's now."

"Tanya?" wondered Charlotte. She glanced at Josephine, who was 
sitting on the chair at the side of the bed just by the assortment of 
cards and fruit that people had brought in. Over the past few weeks her 
concerns had been primarily focused on her own pains and trials, but 
she and Josephine had noticed that Emma was distinctly less happy 
than she had been. In fact, they had noticed Emma's mood in recent 
months climb to a level of cheerfulness that was quite unusual in such 
an intense woman, and then, quite suddenly, descend to a kind of 
despondency. And now, at this important moment of Charlotte's life, 
where was she? Charlotte had always dimly relied on Emma's support 
and sympathy in making these difficult decisions of marriage and 
motherhood, and she was surprised by how acutely she was wounded 
by its apparent absence. 

Maisie eulogised about Tanya and expressed her sadness about leaving 
Emma. "But it had to happen. We've been together for such an 
absolutely long time."

Josephine tenderly kissed Maisie, aware of how guilt in leaving Emma 
was welling up in her, and how Charlotte was clearly quite upset at the 
news of her best friend's loss, and, knowing Emma's passion for the 
girl, how miserable she must now feel without her. Perhaps it was 
because of this sorrow that Emma hadn't visited her in these days?

In fact, Emma did visit, but only briefly. She arrived early in the 
visiting hours, looking pale and slightly unwell, and quite 
uncomfortable in the long thin overcoat she wore to cover her 
nakedness. She wasn't very chatty, and smiled only very politely. Her 
thoughts were not focused on Charlotte or little Thomas at all. 
Charlotte could see that her best friend was not overly keen on 
children anyway. She showed very little of the enthusiasm for babies 
that most of her visitors had displayed, and asked only the most 
perfunctory questions about his well-being. And then she left, leaving 
a very sad kiss on Charlotte's cheeks and lips, and swept out of the 
hospital ward, caring little as always for the eyes that trailed behind 
her, questioning just how much was not hidden beneath her coat.

Soon, Charlotte was out of the hospital and back at the flat she now 
shared only with Josephine and the baby. She was still weak, and felt 
rather depressed despite herself. She didn't know how she was 
supposed to feel, although the ante-natal classes had given her fair 
warning that recovery from childbirth was by no means instantaneous. 
Part of her felt that she should be feeling more positively about life 
now that she had achieved what she had been hoping for so very much 
for all these months. But instead she felt drained and somewhat 
disorientated by the strange routine of life dictated by Thomas' needs 
to eat and sleep, and his equal and consequent needs to shit, piss and 
vomit.

Josephine stayed by her side as much as she could, doing rather more 
than her fair share of feeding the baby, caring for Charlotte's needs 
and keeping house. She also acted as hostess to the stream of visitors 
coming to see how the new mother was and to admire the progress of 
little Thomas. And when there were no visitors and she had no chores 
to attend to, she would lay on the bed next to Charlotte, holding her 
close, admiring the stomach which had so recently swollen so 
monstrously, and showed clear signs of the stretching, the swollen 
breasts and the lactating nipples, and Charlotte's sad plaintive smiles 
as they lay hand in hand on the bed.

Much as Josephine so much desired Charlotte's body, sex was not the 
frantic frequent affair of not long distant months ago. Cuddling, 
caressing and kissing was usually all there was, although Charlotte had 
the energy and inclination to take Josephine's clitoris and vulva to her 
mouth and lick, chew and taste the object of her most passionate 
desire. Josephine knelt up, her knees on either side of Charlotte's 
chest, her arms supporting herself up against the bedroom wall, while 
below she felt the familiar lapping of her wife's tongue amongst the 
folds and contours of her most private parts. She could see that even 
this little amount of lovemaking was all Charlotte was as yet willing to 
embrace, and that it would be several more weeks until sex between 
the two of them would recover its previous pitch, and longer still until 
Charlotte would once again entertain the company of men.

Enid was Charlotte's most frequent visitor. She would sit naked 
bestraddled on the massive double bed, holding Charlotte's hand and 
staring admiringly into her eyes. Josephine, however, knew that as 
much as Enid loved Charlotte, even though they had only made love 
together on less than a dozen occasions, it was towards herself that 
Enid's feelings were strongest. The girl's reaction was so transparent 
whenever Josephine took her by the hand or gave her a kiss. Enid's 
mouth would open in ever-frustrated anticipation and her eyes would 
close invitingly. 

Then Thomas burst into tears from his cot at the end of the bed. 
Josephine jumped up, and picked up the baby who instinctively 
grasped at her naked breasts, and fixed his wet hungry lips on 
Josephine's nipples.

"There's nothing for you there, Tommy!" Josephine said with a good-
humoured smile pulling the disappointed child off from her bare 
breasts and passing him over to Charlotte, who very quickly cradled 
the baby in her arms and manoeuvred her large aureate breasts towards 
the baby's greedy toothless mouth. Enid was fascinated to see the very 
different hunger that Charlotte's breasts were satisfying, so different in 
kind from that which they had so often done for her.

Charlotte looked at Enid as Thomas drank the milk from her nipples, 
as the girl sat with Josephine's arm around her shoulder at the foot of 
the bed. She reflected on Enid's lust for Josephine and smiled sadly. 
"You can, you know," she said. "I don't mind." 

"What do you mean?" gasped Enid, uncertain that she had heard right, 
but nonetheless aware of the tightening squeeze on her upper arm from 
Josephine who had heard quite clearly and knew exactly what her 
spouse was saying.

"I know what you want," Charlotte elaborated. "And I know what 
Josephine wants, too. But as for me . I don't know . after all that 
effort: the straining and whatever . I'm just not so keen. And I so 
want Josephine to be happy."

"If you're sure?." asked Josephine extending an arm out to the hand 
that wasn't supporting Thomas.

"I'm sure," said Charlotte firmly, seeing that Thomas was now fed, 
and just as suddenly as he'd awoken, had fallen back to sleep. She 
lifted the boy up to her wife, who carried him carefully and tenderly 
back to his cot. Enid watched with a thumping heart, her breath short 
with dread and anticipation, as she watched Josephine's arched, tall 
naked form bend over the cot: the line of her spine raised up and 
trailing down in descending hummocks to the valley of her buttocks. 

And then, making sure the baby was settled, Josephine turned around 
to display the full beauty of her perfect body: the swan-like neck, the 
slim waist, the natural firm breasts, and the tidy triangular patch of 
hair that almost obscured her greatest treasures. She strode towards the 
bed, a broad smile across her face, her eyes shining in that 
unmistakeable way that Enid had come to recognise in Charlotte when 
they had made love, and the cheeks shining like a pair of apples 
between the lines of her toothy smile and the sparkling jewels of her 
eyes.

Enid felt her passion rise from a deep well of longing as Josephine's 
lips approached her own, and then she was lost in passion and desire 
as their lips met, their tongues battled against each other, and 
Josephine's hands explored her naked body. Awkwardly she opened 
her arms and grasped Josephine's body to her own, pulling her down 
onto the bed on top of her, breathing heavily as her lust and desire 
erupted from her and shook her body in a way that she'd only 
experienced before with Charlotte. And then hands, lips, fingers, 
tongue all over her body as Enid returned the intimacy as best she 
could. Josephine was at last in her arms! That beautiful body, the face 
which shone a beauty greater than the sum of any parts! Such ecstasy!

Charlotte lay beside the pair, her lower torso and legs beneath the 
duvet and sheets that covered her, watching with approval the 
lovemaking of her wife and her colleague. Her hand moved down 
beneath the sheets and stroked her crotch as it moistened from the 
pleasure Josephine's pleasure brought to her. She had worried so 
much that her wife had sacrificed so much for her, and here in the 
form of this little girl of such single-minded passion was what was 
needed to bring relief. As her fingers explored her clitoris and the 
slippery folds of her vulva, she wondered if she had the energy to 
participate, but though a part of her desired the thrust and grapple of 
sex, she knew she had none of the energy and somehow lost the sexual 
inclination to relieve herself in such a gross physical way.

Josephine took Charlotte's hand in hers while her tongue and eyes 
explored Enid's vagina, the rich whiff of passion filling her nostrils, 
her tongue and lips slipping on the moist folds of the vulva, small 
strands of brown hair between her teeth and tickling the back of her 
tongue. Beneath her, she could feel Enid convulse with pleasure, 
shuddering as her sweaty body slid about on the sheets by the pushed-
back duvet, her tongue and teeth and nose thrust deep inside her own 
vagina, a finger occasionally probing and exploring the puckered anus 
and adding to the pleasure of sex she had almost forgotten these past 
few weeks.

And eventually, after gasps, cries and yelps of pent-up passion and 
release, the couple disengaged and slumped on the sheets by the side 
of Charlotte. With a sigh, Charlotte put an arm under and around the 
two lovers and her lips tenderly kissed Josephine's cheek. Such bliss! 
Such joy!

And then, as babies do when disturbed by unfamiliar sounds and 
smells, Thomas suddenly burst into tears, demanding yet more 
succour. Without a thought, Josephine pulled herself away from the 
caresses of both Enid and Charlotte and rushed to bring the baby to the 
teat it desired so much. As she carried the yelling baby, she smiled 
with pleasure at the stretched out forms of Enid and Charlotte over the 
disarray of sheet, duvet and pillow: the one with a breast raised by a 
hand to receive Thomas' eager mouth and the other engulfed in the 
silliest of grins, curled up in a foetal ball and her arms thrust between 
her legs. So, she thought as she passed Thomas to his mother, this is 
what married life is like.











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