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Subject: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Fifty (Final Chapter) {Bradley Stoke} {FFFFFFff}
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itle: {ASSM} Emma Chapter Fifty (Final Chapter) {Bradley Stoke} {FFFFFFff}
Author: Bradley Stoke
Part: Chapter 50 of 50
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Short Summary: Dalitha makes love with her sister and aunt.


Emma
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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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Dalitha becomes Salim's lover. Fluff loves Amna. Susan loves Rosemary.
Maisie lives with Susan and Rosemary. 


Chapter Fifty
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Dalitha and Salim were wrapped together in Salim's bed: Dalitha's 
dark, small body entangled in Salim's chocolate, long lithe frame, legs 
intertwined, breast on breast, sweat dripping onto sweat. Dalitha was 
again exhausted but still insatiable, a young appetite for sex that Salim 
found very difficult to keep up with. She could still taste the slightly 
sour juice of her niece's vaginal juices on her tongue, and enjoyed 
Dalitha's fingers probing around her still sore crotch, still moist but 
covered with the crumbs of the drying embers of earlier orgasms. She 
held Dalitha's head by her arms and pressed the girl's face close to 
hers, the warm breath from the younger girl's mouth blowing 
pleasantly on her cheeks. 

"Do you love me?" Salim asked pleadingly, hoping for an 
unambiguous declaration of passion, but as always disappointed by the 
girl's uncertain reply.

"I love making love with you," Dalitha said with the seriousness of a 
young girl, "but I don't know if it's love I feel."

As always, Salim was disheartened. She  loved Dalitha, just as she 
loved Amna, but somehow it seemed that whatever it was that made 
someone love someone else, she didn't have enough of it. And it 
wasn't as if the sex wasn't good. Well, it was certainly good for her. 
She leaned back to stare at the light shade on the ceiling while Dalitha 
rolled on top of her, two fingers still stroking the dark brown hairs of 
Salim's crotch. 

"I do love you, Auntie," Dalitha said, not wishing to upset her lover, 
"but it's not like what I think love should be. It's not like in the films. 
It's a different kind of love. A more sister-like love."

And talking about her sister, the door eased open and Amna entered 
the bedroom. It was early morning and the girl had just returned from 
an exhausting evening out with Fluff in a night club, buoyed up by 
narcotics, music and company. She was still buzzing with energy, 
desperate for more conversation, as she burst into the bedroom, naked 
as always, her breasts still unnaturally perky and a shadow spreading 
over a crotch that hadn't needed shaving for several days.

"Why hello, Amna," greeted Salim as she saw her older niece 
hovering by the door. "How was your night?"

"Fine! Fine!" said Amna dismissively. "I didn't know Dalitha was 
here." In fact, Amna was quite disappointed. After Fluff had left with 
two porn-stars of her acquaintance, neither of which were to Amna's 
taste, and this was based on experience on the studio mattress, she was 
actually looking forward to sinking into the arms of her aunt. And here 
was her pesky sister.

"She's been here all night," said Salim. "We've been watching videos 
haven't we?" They weren't videos much to Salim's own taste: 
altogether too violent and relied too heavily on special effects, but 
Dalitha enjoyed them and that was the main thing.

"And not just watching videos," commented Amna bitterly.

"Come now, Amna. You've got to think about your sister. Look! Why 
not just lie down next to us. That should be alright."

Amna sighed. She guessed that would have to do. She sat down on the 
other side of Salim from Dalitha, swung her legs around, and lay next 
to her. Salim was in sudden and unexpected heaven. Here on either 
side of her were the two girls she loved most in the world, an arm 
around Amna who pressed her nicotine-smelling face onto Salim's 
shoulder and an arm around Dalitha, whose hand was gently stroking 
Salim's thigh and smiling into her bosom. Salim grinned broadly, 
moving her head languidly from side-to-side as she looked at one 
niece and then the other. The feel of warm, dark flesh filled her heart 
with pleasure and a strange elation.

She felt herself falling to blissful sleep, Dalitha's small hand still 
stroking her thigh, when she felt somewhat stronger fingers beginning 
to probe inside her. Ah! That must be Amna, smiled Salim half-
opening her eyes to see her niece bent over her. Salim hooked Amna 
closer to her, so that her fingers dangling over Amna's breast could 
tweak on her beloved's nipples, which she was pleased to find were 
hard, stiff and excited. This itself aroused passion in Salim, who bent 
her mouth over to Amna's mouth, greedily taking her tongue and lips 
into hers. All the while, she could feel Dalitha's weaker fingers also 
exploring her, pinching her clitoris between forefinger and thumb, and 
her mouth and tongue trail over her breast.

And then the three of them gradually became one, with Salim the 
willing centre of it all, her mouth and lips greedily giving, and her 
flesh happily receiving, two sets of hands exploring her crotch and 
breasts, as she shared as best she could her attentions between two 
girls. Her tongue explored the nerves behind Dalitha's knee, her 
fingers the space between the arse and vagina, while around her, her 
breasts were licked and sucked, her vagina probed and moistened, 
often not sure whose tongue or whose fingers were doing what to her, 
and sometimes, her face deep in dark skin, able only indistinctly to 
know whose flesh she too was exploring so intimately. The 
lovemaking was languorous, relaxed and without urgency, lacking 
direction or purpose, just a pleasant end to the evening.

At least, that's how Salim thought it would be. But then she became 
aware of the liquid sloshing sound of two mouths battling together, 
while two hands were still exploring her vagina, and her own tongue 
was threading through the dense black hairs of Dalitha's vagina. At 
first, Salim gave no thought to it. After all, she and Fatima had 
frequently made love with Amna, and she'd often heard that sound, 
and its occasional strangled moans, as tongue grappled with tongue. 
But then the enormity of it suddenly struck her, and she opened her 
eyes wide open and gazed at the two dark figures arched above her. It 
was true. Amna and Dalitha were kissing each other, their arms around 
each other and wrapped in each other's long black hair.

Salim was about to protest, but she found herself quite excited by it, 
despite herself, and applied her tongue to Dalitha's vagina with 
renewed vigour, grabbing her own crotch with her fingers, urgently 
masturbating herself as she crouched over, her arse up in the air. And 
indeed the excitement continued to rise, as she and Amna both shared 
lapping away at Dalitha's crotch while the young girl groaned and 
swayed with rhythms of ecstasy. Amna smiled eagerly at Salim, 
pausing occasionally to press her tongue and lips into her aunt's 
mouth. And the lovemaking continued, the three bodies become 
increasingly indistinguishable from each other. Sometimes two 
mouths at Dalitha's crotch and then, all change, as Dalitha and Salim 
busied themselves on Amna's stubbly vulva. Despite herself, Salim 
climaxed without restraint, and then, before her trembling body could 
recover, another spasm of passion swept through her. And then 
another. And at various times she could sense similar eruptions of 
orgasm rising within one or other of her two nieces.

And then finally, the three were sated, sweat and saliva and vaginal 
juice shared and sticking to each other as they collapsed on top of each 
other, too hot and too exhausted to do anything than gasp and pant as 
they recovered from their exertions. And it was at this stage, and 
perhaps belatedly that guilt set in, as Salim regarded her two nieces 
wrapped together and exchanging the odd kiss, their legs tangled with 
her own, and their breasts against each other, Amna's rather larger 
ones against Dalitha's budding but stiff nipples. Surely, this was more 
than a step too far, mused Salim, sorrowful that she'd not shown more 
moral fibre in separating the two sisters when the passion of their 
lovemaking had exceeded their prudence, and feeling very remorseful 
that it was she who had been the catalyst for this incest.

And then, guilt gave way to jealousy as she observed the depth of the 
two sisters' feelings for each other. So unnatural but not unexpected, 
as the two girls hands and lips continued their exploration of each 
other, no longer concerned about Salim's presence.

"Oh! Amna! I love you!" gasped Dalitha, uttering without prompting 
the words which Salim had so eagerly wanted to hear the girl say 
about herself. Salim blushed from her forehead to her nipples, but 
there was nothing now that she could do. The deed was done, and she 
was at least as reprehensible as anyone else.

"Dalitha! You can't say that!" said Amna, but without conviction. "It's 
Auntie Salim you love. And I love Fluff. And anyway you're my 
sister. What would our parents say?"

Dalitha wept slightly, and sat up on the bed. She turned to Salim who 
was lying down, with her head on the pillow, and kissed her aunt 
tenderly on the lips. "Yes, I do love Auntie Salim. But with you, I 
don't know, it's different." She gasped as a spasm of lust ran through 
her torso and wobbled her young buttocks. She pushed her lips onto 
Amna's artificially enhanced bosom, and sucked at one nipple and 
then the other with a hunger that frightened Amna as much as it 
startled Salim. "I do love you, Amna! And I don't care what anyone 
thinks. I think I must have always loved you. And admit it, Amna. 
You must always have loved me, or this wouldn't have happened."

"I almost wish it hadn't," sighed Amna, echoing Salim's thoughts, but 
nonetheless making no moves to dissuade her sister from pursuing her 
attentions. "From now on, it's going to be very different between us."

As indeed it was. Salim again began to feel marginalised in the merry-
go-round of lovemaking that went on under her roof. Amna made love 
with Dalitha. Fluff made love with Amna. Sometimes, Fatima made 
love with Amna too, but never with Fluff. And Salim sometimes made 
love with Amna and Dalitha, but more often only with Dalitha, and 
that only when Amna wasn't around. And sometimes she made love 
with Fatima. And sometimes with both Amna and Salim. 

As she considered all these permutations, Salim sometimes felt giddy 
and not a little disturbed. How had it happened that she, a devout 
Muslim who would never dream of displaying her hair in public, and 
who regularly attended the mosque every Friday. And who had even 
been on a haj to the Holy City when she was younger. How could she 
have become not so much the ringmaster of all these sexual variations, 
with their even larger spirals of sexual liaison beyond her flat, but in a 
sense its hostess and facilitator?

Her own position seemed to become relatively weak. She no longer 
had any claim to moral authority, and would find herself watching on 
as Amna and Dalitha cuddled and caressed each other in front of the 
television, Amna exploring in minutest detail the growing physical 
delights of her sister's breasts and vagina, even allowing a finger to 
probe into the dark interior of her very tight anus. And Dalitha forever 
fascinated by the artificially enhanced assets of her older sister, never 
tiring of exploring with her fingers and tongue what her eyes had so 
lovingly cherished.

It became inevitable that the sexual permutations should increase, now 
that the last taboo had been breached. Fluff was the first to take 
advantage of Dalitha's new-found availability, which neither Amna 
nor Salim could now prohibit. How could they say that sex with Fluff 
was in any way worse than sex with her sister and aunt? And Fluff 
was, in any case, surprisingly tender and sympathetic with the young 
girl, revealing depths of tenderness and considerateness that very 
nearly encouraged Salim to revise her opinion of the woman who she 
still viewed as the corrupter of her niece's morals and, worse, her chief 
rival in love.

Dalitha was particularly fascinated by Fluff's tattoos of pricks on her 
face, arms and chest, her tongue lingering long on the over-
exaggerated, garishly coloured contours of the spurting penises, 
especially their tips where wild gushes of semen were painted in 
orgasm. Fluff tenderly kissed and licked Dalitha's bosom and clitoris, 
her white freckled tattooed body entangled in Dalitha's slim dark 
body. And then with a gesture she invited Amna over to join in as 
Dalitha gradually became more relaxed and more excited. Salim 
watched as the two sisters and Fluff became a triangle of sexual 
passion, from which, due to her dislike for Fluff, she felt totally 
excluded.

Fatima was more circumspect, and it was only after several weeks that 
Salim discovered that she too had found pleasure in her niece's body. 
Fatima continued to represent Amna's assets in the film industry, and 
Salim was frightened that she  might start viewing Dalitha in the same 
way, a proposal Salim would never condone. However, she came 
home one day from work to find Fatima's clothes laid out neatly in the 
wardrobe, and to hear the sounds of lovemaking emanating from 
Amna's bedroom, Salim dashed upstairs to find Fatima and Dalitha 
rolling around on the bed with no sign of Amna. She later found out 
that it was through Amna that Dalitha had met her niece's agent, and 
that the lovemaking that Fatima was now enjoying with Dalitha was 
not at all for the first time.

Salim hovered by the door as she watched Dalitha licking Fatima's 
vagina, her slim knees parted on either side, still wearing stilettos and 
gasping with pleasure. Fatima spotted her, and with a smile indicated 
that Salim should join them. At first, Salim was unsure. Shouldn't she 
feel angry that her best friend was making love to her niece in this 
way? But, seeing no better solution, she eased off her clothes, and 
joined the two girls on the bed, her tongue actively probing Fatima's 
mouth and lips, and her fingers with Fatima's within the tight folds of 
Dalitha's vulva.

For Dalitha, this new active sex life of hers was a great revelation. 
She'd got used to Salim's own style of lovemaking, not to mention the 
scents of her body, the feel of her flesh and the taste of her vagina. 
Now, she was enjoying quite different sensations from different 
bodies, and enjoying them all. Her hunger for variety and change was 
growing, at the same time as she became aware of limits she wasn't at 
all sure she wanted to traverse. For instance, much as she enjoyed the 
sight and taste of Fluff's tattooed penises, she wasn't at all convinced 
that her tender young vagina was ready for that sort of penetration. 
Indeed, even the penetration of fingers, whether at her front or her 
rear, already stretched her orifices to a point of pain which she was 
reluctant to take further. And, anyway, penises belonged to men, and 
she wasn't sure she wanted to get to know one of those in that sort of 
way.

Furthermore, she was unsure that she was so happy that all her lovers 
were older than her: and in Salim's case a lot older than her. Wouldn't 
it be better to make love with someone more her age? Someone who 
knew what it was like to be a teenager, and who shared her own 
adolescent interests and tastes. Much as she enjoyed making love to 
Salim and Amna, there was a distinct sense that she was very much 
the junior partner.

Then one evening, when visiting her aunt, she found three visitors 
being entertained by Amna and Salim she'd not met before. One was a 
slim boyish oriental girl, who was wearing an open waistcoat and 
nothing else, revealing a chest which was remarkably flat for a fully 
grown woman. And what a contrast it was with Susan's companion, 
who was topless, wearing only jeans, who had the most enormous pair 
of bosoms Dalitha had ever seen. She was sure she'd seen pictures of 
breasts like these, but in the flesh they were truly awesome. Each one 
was significantly larger than her own head, with nipples that 
themselves were larger than the span of her hand.

And with Susan and Rosemary, and totally naked, was a girl about the 
same age as her, with long curls of hair spread over her slim bare 
shoulders, and cascading down between the sharp angles of her 
shoulder blades. She turned to smile at Dalitha, pleased to see 
someone her own age. Dalitha smiled back.

After being introduced to Maisie, Dalitha and she sat together, both 
unclothed and chatted about school, programmes they watched on 
television and records they'd bought, finding great areas of mutual 
interest, but not daring to broach the subject of how come they knew 
the people they knew, and how much their lifestyles resembled each 
other. Maisie had become more self-confident after leaving Tanya, but 
she still felt a vague feeling of discomfort in the subject of sex since 
her ordeals, mostly enjoying only the attention of Susan and Rosemary 
when not making love in a professional capacity.

However, when she placed a hand on Dalitha's knee, and the young 
black girl made no attempt to move it off, and indeed smiled at Maisie 
quite encouragingly, she knew how the evening would progress. 
Indeed, as the others fussed over preparing dinner and opening bottles 
of wine, the two girls began tentatively exploring each other. Maisie's 
mouth descended on Dalitha's and her arm embraced Dalitha's waist. 
Dalitha responded with an involuntary gasp of pleasure as she pushed 
her tongue into Maisie's mouth and the two started kissing each other 
passionately, their young warm bodies reflecting heat off each other.

Salim watched indulgently, while standing next to Susan by the door 
to the kitchen, an empty wine glass in one hand and a dish cloth in the 
other. She sighed as she saw Dalitha finding yet another lover other 
than herself with whom to share her body. Susan noticed her sigh, and 
tenderly stroked Salim's long naked back.

"Maisie's been quite lonely for a while," Susan remarked to Salim. 
"Don't you think it's good that she's found someone her own age to 
keep her company?"

"I suppose so," agreed Salim, who couldn't help the pangs of jealousy 
rise within her. Why is it she could never have an exclusive lover? 
Why did she have to share her love?

"Salim, don't be sad," whispered Susan, sensing some distress in her 
friend. She took the dish cloth and wine glass from Salim's hand, and 
placed it on the table. She put her arms around Salim, ignoring the 
stares from Amna and Rosemary who were, for different reasons, 
unhappy with Susan spending too much time with Salim. Susan kissed 
Salim tenderly on the lips, and then after a brief test of Salim's crotch 
to see how moist she was, discreetly guided her to the bedroom where 
she used her skill and artistry to distract Salim's thoughts from 
Dalitha. 

As the two lay together after only a few minutes of rather mad, 
uncoordinated lovemaking, Susan brushed away the tears that Salim 
had allowed to burst forth now that her emotional barriers were 
lowered. "I can see that you're jealous of Dalitha, just as you were 
jealous of Amna. But surely you can see that it's better for her to be 
with someone like Maisie? You are much older than her. And you are 
her aunt."

Salim nodded sadly and sniffed selfpityingly. "Why is it I can never 
find a relationship that is mine and mine alone?"

Susan kissed her tenderly on the eyebrows, the eyelids, the lips and her 
forehead, but chose not to answer that question. She let Salim wrap 
her arms around her, whilst in the distance they could hear the high-
pitched cries of ecstasy as Dalitha and Maisie gave each other 
pleasure. Soon, she knew, Rosemary and Amna would become 
involved, and she decided that despite her own sexual preferences, she 
would rather spend the evening keeping her hostess happy, than just 
add a fifth body to the melange of flesh that would soon take centre 
stage in the living room. She kissed Salim tenderly.

"For tonight, Salim, you have me and me alone," she said reassuringly.




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