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  And so it was that for the first time Charlotte made love to Emma together with Josephine. From what she had seen of Emma’s usual love sessions, Charlotte’s presence appeared to act as a restraint on the sexual games that were played. It was much more like the gentle love she and Josephine indulged in. Although Emma forced her forefinger up Charlotte’s wet and ready anus, and both she and Josephine put tongues and fingers as deeply inside Charlotte’s vagina as it was possible to go, there were no dildos, sex toys or anything like that. Of the two lovers, Charlotte wasn’t sure whom she preferred. This was a peculiar thought, Charlotte reflected, as she deeply loved both women ‑ but the two were very different as sexual partners. Emma was the more adventurous and the one most keen on penetration. Josephine, like her clothes, was more reserved, and also the more tender.

  The three made love for hours and eventually collapsed on Charlotte’s bed. Some moments, she was kissing Josephine deep inside her mouth, while Emma played around in some mysterious way with her vagina. And then her teeth were nibbling Emma’s clitoris, while Josephine was stroking her buttocks and groin.

  If there’s a heaven, contemplated Charlotte as she gasped from yet another orgasm of passion which could surely be heard in all the adjacent flats. If there’s a heaven, she continued contemplating, glancing down at her two lovers tongues around her groin, supporting her wet and sticky torso in their naked arms. If there’s a heaven, then it must be like this!

  One of the unanticipated penalties of spending her working hours in the nude, Charlotte discovered, was that the battering she was getting these days around her groin could not be easily hidden. The swollenness of her vagina after an evening of sex with Josephine or with both Emma and Josephine just could not be disguised. Neither too could the bite marks around her clitoris or on the top of her thighs. Nor could she hide the bruise she’d somehow inflicted on herself while Emma was guiding her body to yet more torturous demands. And when, on a whim, Emma suggested that she’d find Charlotte more attractive if she had no hair on her crotch, Charlotte now shaved her crotch every morning, an affectation that was impossible to hide for long at the office. She had to invent an allergy to explain her new appearance, but anyone who cared to look at all carefully at her battered body could see that it was best explained by the demands of lovemaking.

  Charlotte was surprised when Emma first suggested she shave in this region. Surely it went against the grain of her naturist views: her uncut hair, her unshaven armpits and her vegetarianism. And it was noticeable that Emma didn’t shave off her own pubic hair. But any sacrifice she made for Emma was surely worthwhile, and she didn’t begrudge it at all. And, anyway, she was sure it increased Emma’s passion for her.

  Most nights Emma wasn’t at home and Charlotte assumed she wasn’t lying when she said that it was because she was sleeping with Dorothy. Charlotte couldn’t understand the attraction Dorothy exercised, but she felt it must have something to do with Emma’s curious moods, her long gazes into the distance and this heightened passion for sex. Perhaps, it might explain Emma’s new fascination for shaven groins. Or maybe this increased need to swamp herself in erotic pleasure.

  Most of Charlotte’s nights were spent with Josephine who had no difficulty in sharing her lover’s affection with Emma. Perhaps it was because Josephine could see that Emma was not in love with Charlotte and was therefore no threat in that way. Perhaps it was because she could see that the continued ambivalence of their relationship caused Charlotte so much distress. Josephine was definitely a comfort to Charlotte. They spent many hours holding each others naked bodies. Watching television. Talking. Sometimes just in silence. It was Josephine who made Charlotte’s life whole and who ensured that she didn’t get depressed about the way her deep passion for Emma was reciprocated only in a physical (perhaps even too physical) way.

  However much she loved Josephine, and she loved Josephine dearly, Charlotte was still besotted by Emma. How can it be possible, wondered Charlotte, as she mused on this, to love two people so much and at the same time? She needed the nights with Emma when she was thrown roughly onto the carpet, carrots and courgettes inserted up her vagina, the little drip of blood when they’d been a little too rough, that wasted, wet and dripping feeling as the hours of lovemaking drained her of all moisture and energy.

  “Susan’s coming this evening,” Emma announced to Charlotte when she returned home from work and was throwing off her clothes.

  “Susan?” wondered Charlotte who’d not seen the oriental girl for a long time and assumed she’d not be visiting again.

  “Yes,” Emma said mysteriously. “I invited her.”

  “For dinner?”

  “And sex,” said Emma, having no patience for avoiding the crux of the subject. “I’ve been thinking that what I need might be her.”

  “Oh?” said Charlotte sadly.

  “And you will stay and watch, won’t you?” asked Emma with a weary smile, knowing that Charlotte could never refuse her anything. Charlotte nodded resignedly and then the two girls went into the kitchen to prepare a bean lasagne for dinner. Emma explained to Charlotte that she’d recently been thinking about Susan and, stroking Emma’s bare crotch, she’d also been thinking of shaving off Susan’s pubic hairs. Charlotte couldn’t really see why Emma should get so much erotic pleasure out of such a small thing, but she nodded her head.

  Emma and Charlotte finished cooking before Susan arrived, and made passionate love together in front of the television. Emma’s imagining I’m Susan, thought Charlotte as Emma pushed her fingers deep inside her anus. And when Susan arrived, a bit shy towards Charlotte, she could see that Emma was somehow more solicitous towards her than she’d ever been before. Susan tried, however, to disengage herself from Emma’s attention and affix herself on Charlotte whom she touched shyly but affectionately.

  “Oh! You’ve shaved your vagina!” she exclaimed. “It does look odd! Emma’s asked me to come so that she can shave off my crotch. I agreed, of course, but more to see you than anything else. Why is Emma so keen on shaved crotches though?”

  Charlotte didn’t know but she didn’t want to appear too ignorant of her lover’s feelings. “Emma’s been seeing this older teacher a lot recently. I think she’s learnt some pretty odd things from her.”

  Susan nodded, as if this somehow explained it.

  After dinner, Susan took off her clothes in a number of quick movements, practice learnt from her career as a porn star. Charlotte noticed with a pang that Emma seemed excited at the sight of Susan’s tiny breasts, slim figure and narrow hips. Then Emma gently sat Susan down in a chair and parted her legs, so that the whole of her vagina was revealed. Then, using Charlotte’s shaving foam and brush, she lightly lathered the hair around the groin.

  Charlotte stood back to watch the care and attention Emma was paying to Susan’s crotch as she shaved it with her safety razor. Susan also watched with a slightly puzzled expression as the hair came off with each scrape of the blade. When Emma finished, she lightly washed off the foam and splashed it with water to remove the loose cuttings of hair and shaving foam. Susan and Charlotte looked bemusedly at the now bare crotch. It was very smooth, revealing the folds of her labia around a somewhat larger vagina than might have seemed possible for such a small girl.

  Susan smiled at Charlotte and then, curiously shyly, at Emma.

  “My crotch hasn’t been like that since I was a child!” she announced.

  Somehow this statement excited Emma, and it was in no time at all that Charlotte witnessed the two girls roll over onto the carpet and make love. And such ferocious passion as well. It was frightening to watch. How could Emma have so much energy? And what was the passion that possessed her as she bit and pummelled away at Susan’s bare crotch which was fast accumulating bite marks and bruises. Even Susan seemed frightened by Emma’s passion. It was unrelenting and nearly violent. Or perhaps it was violent. Charlotte didn’t feel, as she most often did when she watched Emma make love with someone else, that s
he wanted to be actively involved.

  In fact, her feelings were very much more with the bruised and dazed Susan who later that evening she took to bed with her, while Emma, uncharacteristically and perhaps brusquely, went to bed by herself. It seemed to Charlotte as she watched Emma leave that she was rather unhappy. Whatever it was she’d hoped to gain from her lovemaking with Susan hadn’t been achieved. And was it the sound of Emma crying or sobbing that Charlotte occasionally heard during the night? as she held a strangely silent Susan to her. She looked like someone who had been used and discarded, and Susan didn’t seem to have relished the experience. Although the two girls didn’t exactly make love, they stroked their shaven crotches, their thoughts elsewhere, but somehow Charlotte was sure, focused on the same woman.

  What was the trouble with Emma these days? Charlotte wondered. Why can’t my love for her make her feel better? Am I the one at fault or is it she? It was several hours until Charlotte could fall asleep, knowing that the morning would come too soon and she would not feel much better for only a few brief hours of sleep.

  Chapter XII

  “Are you staying with Mummy again tonight?” Maisie asked Emma while they watched two of the cast of St. Denis Road

  making love.

  One of the cast had just passed her sixteenth birthday and could now be filmed legally in sex scenes. She had looked forward to this day for a long time and had discussed with Emma which of the cast she would most like to be filmed having sex with. An additional complication was that her “boyfriend” from the cast was still under age, so she had to be portrayed as unfaithful. This conflicted with the general ethos of the program especially as her preferred fuck was her ‘father’. It was necessary to opt for her second preference: a next‑door neighbour who in the program generally played a rather simple humorous rôle wherein he often lost his trousers and underpants.

  However, the scene Maisie and Emma were watching featured her having sex with her ‘father’ in a specially filmed episode intended for export partly in deference to the girl’s actual desire and the added interest generated by making such a ‘pirate’ episode. Emma wondered what boost it might bring to the programme’s already quite respectable ratings.

  Maisie had become rather accustomed to seeing such sex scenes and Emma didn’t really feel at all embarrassed to be with her as the ‘father’ and ‘daughter’ carried on in their enthusiastic way. But she did get a little embarrassed by Maisie’s question.

  “Why yes, of course,” she answered. “Why do you ask?”

  “Oh, no reason!” Maisie replied. “Oh look at Melissa! You can see she’s often done this before!”

  And indeed you could as she took her ‘father’’s penis with a practised air and aimed the come directly into her mouth. Emma wondered about this. It would make good television, but it somehow compromised the premise of the character’s virginity. Perhaps this scene would have to be edited out and attached to an episode where she would be supposedly more experienced.

  At the end of the day, after congratulating Melissa on her performance and scheduling her ‘official’ episode for the following day, Emma again waited for Maisie to be ready for the drive home. Maisie was chatting with Melissa who was giving details of how she and her ‘father’ had practised for this scene. Eventually, they headed for the car and put on their seat‑belts. Maisie had stopped wearing clothes at all: at home, at work or even in the car. This had caused comment from others at the station about Emma’s influence on the child, despite it being entirely Maisie’s choice.

  Dorothy didn’t wear many clothes either these days, but she couldn’t really be called a naturist. She generally wore a dressing gown and was eager to hide her nakedness from Maisie. But there was very little hesitation about taking her clothes off when the two women went to bed. Emma carefully avoided being rough with Dorothy. She reserved a certain kind of respect for Maisie’s mother and felt there would be something distasteful about treating her quite as passionately as she would Charlotte or Susan. In fact, Emma was aware, she didn’t really make love to Dorothy with anything like the passion she did most other women. Why then did she still stay with Dorothy and Maisie so often?

  Dorothy didn’t bother to hide her affection to Emma from Maisie. As soon as Emma and Maisie made their way from the garage to the house, she would kiss Maisie tenderly on the cheek and Emma for a few moments longer deep inside the mouth. While sitting together with Maisie in the living room, watching television or having dinner, Dorothy would squeeze Emma’s hand, put her arms around her shoulder and occasionally lean over and kiss her.

  Dorothy and Emma chatted with Maisie about work and Melissa’s exciting day. “She’s ever so good at it,” Maisie said. “A lot better than Nancy.”

  “Nancy?” wondered Dorothy.

  “She plays Maisie’s ‘mother’ on the show,” explained Emma. “One of the running jokes in the series is that Maisie keeps catching her ‘mother’ making love to milkmen, neighbours or her ‘father’. Because of that Maisie’s got rather used to seeing Nancy making love on the set.”

  “And what’s Nancy like?” wondered Dorothy.

  “As an actress? Or in the sex scenes? Well, she’s good as a comic actress. She used to be in the theatre before sex television. She was quite used to being in trousers-down and breasts-out comedies. She’s improving her sex scenes, but it’s not really that important how well she performs every time. We can always edit the scenes if we have to.”

  “Why don’t you always do that?”

  “We’re obliged by the terms of our charter to provide a high percentage of authenticity in the sex scenes.”

  “And so my daughter sees rather a lot of sex at work, does she?”

  “I’m afraid so, but she mustn’t appear as a participant in any sex scene. Nudity is permitted and non‑sexual touching of other children, but everything else is totally forbidden.”

  “Well, that’s alright then,” commented Dorothy, but not sounding very convinced.

  When Maisie had left and the first thumps of her audio system could be heard, Dorothy leaned over to Emma and rather forcefully pushed her tongue straight into her mouth. Emma was taken aback a little, but soon reciprocated and the two women began caressing each other. Dorothy’s dressing gown slipped off and the two of them were naked. Emma detached her tongue from Dorothy’s mouth and whispered in her ear.

  “Shouldn’t we go to the bedroom?” she asked.

  Dorothy didn’t answer and instead became noticeably more amorous. Perhaps she likes the novelty value of making love in the living room with the television burbling on, thought Emma, who herself rather liked the change of scene. It wasn’t too long till all consideration of such niceties were forgotten as the two struggled together, groin rubbing against groin. For the first time, Emma inserted her middle finger all the way up Dorothy’s anus and was somewhat startled by the passion of her response.

  “Oh God!” Dorothy gasped. “I love you! God! Deeper! Deeper!”

  It was at that moment Emma caught a glimpse of another figure in the living room. It was Maisie, sitting calmly on the settee watching Emma and her mother make love.

  Emma abruptly stopped and whispered urgently to Dorothy: “Maisie’s here! And she’s watching!”

  Dorothy looked up from Emma’s breasts where she had been biting at her nipples.

  “So what!” she said before returning with more vigour.

  As Emma leaned back while Dorothy’s finger started easing into her own anus, she looked questioningly at her lover. She could just about mouth the word “daughter”. Dorothy responded by pulling her face directly up to Emma’s and pinching her clitoris firmly.

  “If she sees sex every day at work,” she whispered, “what difference does it make if she sees it at home?”

  Emma couldn’t argue with that and indeed the thought of Maisie watching their lovemaking rather added more excitement to the proceedings. She enjoyed catching sight of Maisie from the corner of her eyes as Dor
othy prised open her vagina and pushed as much of her tongue and some of her fingers as deep inside her as she could. She looked at Maisie’s pretty figure as she reciprocated by swivelling round to put her mouth and fingers dangerously deeply into her mother’s slightly shit‑smelling backside. She hoped Maisie didn’t spot her as she detached a piece of dried shit which had got caught in her teeth.

  Maisie was still there when Emma and Dorothy had finished.

  “You’re still not as good as Melissa,” she commented matter‑of‑factly.

  “Don’t be so rude to Emma,” laughed Dorothy.

  Emma blushed. “It really doesn’t matter,” she said, but at the same time feeling curiously snubbed.

  Later, when Dorothy and Emma were in bed together and Dorothy had failed to interest her lover in making love, she commented: “You don’t fool me, you know.”

  “Fool you?” started Emma suddenly feeling guilty.

  “Yes, you know, ‑ about my daughter …”

  “I don’t know what you mean…”

  “It’s not me you’re in love with at all. It’s not because of me you come here so often and share my bed. It’s Maisie!”

  “Maisie!?”

  Dorothy sniffed with a mixture of contempt and sympathy.

  “You don’t have to pretend. I do know. It’s Maisie you’re in love with!”

  Now that Dorothy had made it obvious what her real feelings were, Emma felt curiously disoriented. She now understood why she was so obsessed with Maisie. She also understood why she had insisted on poor Charlotte shaving off her vulva and why she had become so eager on making love to women with small breasts and slender hips. She also could also see what she’d been hiding from herself and what had been making her so unhappy.

  At first Emma felt very guilty at being discovered by Dorothy. She was a paedophile. Someone who wanted to molest children. Someone whose desire was to corrupt youth and pervert them to her own despicable lusts. This made her cry, and she clung tightly to Dorothy who was surprised at the depth of Emma’s response. She’d probably not realised that Emma hadn’t let herself recognise her love for Maisie. A few days later, though, Emma felt relieved that it was out in the open at last. She didn’t have to pretend to herself. And she didn’t have to pretend to Dorothy. But, and this dampened her relief, she did have to continue to pretend to Maisie.