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Subject: {ASSM} Emma - Chapter Eighteen {Bradley Stoke}{FFf}
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Emma
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Resume 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
==========

Maisie has moved into Emma's flat to join her and a company that
includes Charlotte, Josephine and Susan. 


Chapter Eighteen
================

It had been a long night, Josephine reflected as she opened her eyes 
and squinted at the shaft of light streaming in through the window and 
the specks of dust floating in it. A long night! After all the rehearsals 
going on beyond midnight and then the inevitable hour or so at a 
night-club with the rest of the cast, where they danced naked to the 
vibrations of loud music and the rainbow of visuals to lose the smell 
of sex from their bodies. At the earliest hours of the morning, when 
Josephine had recovered her clothes from the cloakroom and stood on 
the street waving down a taxi, it was inevitable that she would choose 
to stay the night with Charlotte. She'd crept in, using the keys that 
Charlotte had lent her, and eased herself gingerly under the sheets next 
to the entwined bodies of Susan and Charlotte. She could just about 
distinguish a pleased smile of satisfaction on Susan's face - who had 
presumably had sole possession of Charlotte that evening.

Josephine was rather surprised, however, to learn how late it was 
when she awoke and glanced at the clock which indicated just how 
late in the morning it was. It was past midday, and Josephine was in 
bed alone with a residual hangover from the drinks and sleeplessness 
of the previous day. Charlotte had gone off to work and Josephine 
wasn't at all sure where the others in the house were. Perhaps she was 
in the house alone, she thought. 

She pushed off the sheets and as she stood up glanced at the bed where 
there was still an indentation from where Susan and Charlotte had 
been sleeping. Josephine leant over and carefully removed a dark 
pubic hair lying there. She then wandered naked into the kitchen to 
prepare breakfast (or was it lunch?) and heard the murmur of 
conversation coming from the living room.

She popped her head through the door where she saw Susan and 
Maisie talking together. "I'm making some tea," she announced. 
"Does anyone else want some?"

Susan looked a little startled as she'd been engrossed in her 
conversation and hadn't expected anyone else to be there, but she 
quickly assented and Josephine was able to return to the kitchen with a 
mission in hand. When she returned to the living room several minutes 
later with a pot of tea and some tea-cups she noticed for the first time 
that Susan was holding Maisie's hand in hers and looking directly into 
her eyes. This didn't mean a great deal to Josephine as Susan was an 
extremely tactile girl. She was wearing long woollen socks and a tee-
shirt with the name of the Modern Dance Quartet emblazoned 
over an impressionist painting. As always she was the only one in the 
company wearing any clothes at all.

"Emma's at work, isn't she?" Josephine asked as she poured out the 
tea into the cups which she had already prepared with milk.

"Yes," Maisie answered, smiling brightly. "It's the first broadcast of a 
new Quiz Show she's commissioned. It's something to do with 
recognizing your partners from only seeing their willies or fannies. I 
think the winners get to fuck one of a choice of studio guests."

"That's sounds nice. So there's no work for you?"

"Not today." Maisie leaned over and picked up her tea which was in 
her favourite Minnie Mouse mug. She looked directly at Josephine's 
chest and then commented abruptly. "I love your tits, Josephine."

Josephine's cup wobbled on the saucer which supported it. "My tits?" 
she wondered aloud.

"Yes, they're so nice and round. They're so much bigger than 
Emma's. She's got nice tits too. They're round with nice nipples. But 
yours are rounder and your nipples are sort of twice Emma's size. I 
wish I had tits like yours." She took a small but rounded nipple in her 
fingers and stroked it so that it became more firm. "But Mum's breasts 
aren't as big as Josephine's. And they're not even as nice as Emma's. 
What about your tits, Susan?"

"I've got ever such tiny breasts, Maisie."

"Why's that?" Maisie asked freeing her hand from Susan's hand and 
leaning over to stroke the outside of Susan's tee-shirt where the 
breasts should be. "And why can't you show them like everyone 
else?"

"I've always wanted bigger breasts," smiled Susan in a matter-of-fact 
way, which surprised Josephine who'd never heard her express any 
feeling of inadequacy about her appearance. She tugged off her tee-
shirt and revealed just how very small her breasts were. Maisie 
stretched both her hands out to feel Susan's breasts. 

"They're not much bigger than mine," Maisie commented. And this 
was true as Josephine knew. The nipples were larger and when erect it 
was obvious that Susan had the body of a woman - but the breasts 
supporting them barely raised a shadow of contour on her quite slim 
body. Maisie continued to run her fingers around and around Susan's 
nipples, and then with a determined lunge she pulled herself forward 
onto Susan's chest and started nibbling at them. Susan gave a slightly 
startled expression, but then contented herself with stroking Maisie's 
hair as she covered her chest with saliva and tiny tooth-marks.

Josephine was a little startled by this. She knew of Emma's sexual 
relations with Maisie, but really spent very little time imagining them 
or really thinking about Maisie as a sexual creature at all. She watched 
slightly alarmed as Maisie's and Susan's intimacy gradually but 
progressively became more intense and Maisie's tongue wandered 
down to Susan's clitoris which she nibbled while her hands still 
caressed Susan's nipples. Susan was clearly enjoying this, giving tiny 
little gasps of pleasure as Maisie explored her body.

Susan placed her hands on Maisie's head and drew it upwards. "We 
must go to bed," she stated baldly. "It's more comfortable." 

Maisie nodded and stood up while Susan removed her socks.

"Only if Josephine comes too," suddenly negotiated Maisie looking 
towards Josephine who was sitting down in an armchair watching the 
proceedings with rather more fascination than most of the lovemaking 
she'd witnessed in the flat.

"Of course Josephine must come," smiled Susan gliding over to her 
and causing her to abandon her cup of tea and direct her towards 
Emma's bedroom. Josephine felt curiously virginal as she found 
herself heading towards the bed where Susan and Maisie were 
sprawled and had recommenced feeling and cuddling each other.

Josephine knelt down at the foot of the bed near where the two girls' 
feet were and gradually worked her tongue up from Maisie's 
beautifully formed feet, towards Maisie's bald and smooth vagina. She 
examined it carefully between her fingers while Susan's vagina 
engulfed almost all of Maisie's tiny hand. And as her fingers and 
tongue probed inside she could see signs in the slight reddening of it 
that might, she thought, provide evidence that as far as some kind of 
penetration was concerned Maisie was not exactly a virgin. 

As their lovemaking continued, Josephine came to explore all of 
Maisie's body with her hands and tongue. The small taut arse, with the 
tiny anus, the swelling mounds of breasts, the detailed maze of 
Maisie's ears, the tiny teeth around Maisie's ever-active tongue. She 
felt overwhelmed by the experience of making love to such a young 
girl. She didn't however attain the multiple orgasms that shook 
Susan's slim little body or the slightly less practised ones that burst 
from Maisie on occasion. But somehow this didn't matter at all.

"I'm home!" Josephine suddenly heard. Who could this be? She 
glanced at the Betty Boo alarm clock Maisie had by the side of the bed 
between a tiny promotional teddy-bear for Cooper's Lentils and a 
plastic model of a dinosaur. It was gone four o'clock. She, Maisie and 
Susan had been making love for at least three hours.

"Where is everyone?" shouted Emma's voice from the living room. 
"Where are you, Maisie?"

"We're here!" called back Maisie, her head between Susan's legs and 
her own cunt just by Josephine's mouth. 

Emma pushed open the door. "So there you are darling!" she 
announced initially cheerfully, supporting a parcel in her arms as she 
stood silhouetted by the door. Then she must have gathered what was 
going on. "But Maisie ..."

"Guess what we've been doing all afternoon!" announced Maisie. "It's 
been ever so much fun!"

"You can't have! You shouldn't have!"

"But you promised, Emma! You did! You did!"

Emma suddenly ran out of the room. Josephine jumped up out of the 
bed to follow her. She found Emma's naked body hunched up in a 
chair in the living room, tears running down her face. Emma looked 
up as Josephine came in, conscious that she must still smell strongly 
of sex.

"Why! Why?" asked Emma.

Josephine silently reached her hand towards Emma's naked shoulder 
to try and comfort her. Emma threw it off instantly. "Don't touch me!" 
she said aggressively. She glared reproachfully at her would-be 
comforter. "I love her! I love her!" she repeated.

"It's not a question of love..." Josephine began, embarrassedly aware 
of the presence of Maisie and Susan in the room with their arms 
around each other. Emma also noticed this, and with a sudden hoarse 
gasp, she jumped up and ran out of the room. The next thing that 
Josephine heard was the front door slam as Emma hurried out of the 
flat and raced down the apartment corridors.

"But she promised..." weakly commented Maisie, tenderly stroking the 
bush of hair of Susan's crotch.






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