“Put your tongue on them. Feel the nipples with your lips.”
Khadija abruptly removed her hands. “Oh! I couldn’t do that!”
“Why not? Amna wouldn’t mind. She makes love every day. If not with Fluff or Salim or me, then with someone on the set of her fuck films. It’s nothing to her. In fact, what she enjoys most is fucking with that giant dildo of hers. That’s what she and her slut girlfriend are always doing. You’d like to fuck Khadija, wouldn’t you? Push your expensive ebony thing up her cunt. Or not even Khadija. How about me?”
Fatima leaned back on the armchair and spread her legs. She parted the crotch of her panties to reveal the whole beauty of her vagina.
“Look at this, Amna. It’s all yours! It’s hot and moist and ready. Go ahead! Fuck me! Get that dildo inside me. Pump away! You know it’s what you like to do most!”
It was then that an abashed Khadija witnessed Amna approach Fatima, her dildo erect in front of her, and then with very little ceremony, plunge it straight into Fatima’s vagina, which easily accepted it, and then pump her monstrous buttocks back and forth as she rhythmically fucked her friend. Khadija sank into another armchair and watched as the buttocks pulsed back and forth. Fatima grasped Amna close to her body, pushing her tongue into Amna’s mouth, her angular knees spread apart. Part of her was aroused, but more of her was disgusted and rather jealous at her friend’s explicit and wanton display of lewd lasciviousness.
“Don’t just watch, Khadija!” Fatima suddenly ordered, clearly not so lost in her carnal activities as to forget her friend. “Join in too!”
“I couldn’t! I can’t!”
“Of course you can! Amna’s not a girl to object. Look at her tattoo.” She indicated Amna’s arm on which there was a small tattoo of an erect penis with the word Fluff written along the length of it. “Amna enjoys it! She wants it!”
Still wearing her lingerie, and smiling foolishly, Khadija approached the two women. She placed her palms on Amna’s warm sweating back and laid her head on the space between her shoulder blades. She felt the thrust of Amna’s buttocks against her waist, and closed her eyes. She then felt the attention of hands on her body, easing off her slip and knickers, caressing her vagina, stroking her proud pointed breasts. She kept her eyes closed. She didn’t care who it was. The caresses were so warm, seductive and comforting. And then, as she’d half-hoped and half-dreaded, she felt the long dildo ease into a vagina which since her husband’s last drunken fuck before they’d divorced was the first time it had been penetrated by anything so large or phallic. She surrendered herself to the caresses and tongues, feeling more satisfied and aroused than ever before.
She slightly opened her eyes, frightened to see the reality of what was happening to her, to find that it was indeed Fatima’s familiar tasting mouth glued to her own and witnessing Amna fucking ecstatically above her, the large breasts scarcely moving with each thrust high above her face, and Fatima’s hands roaming about her nipples. She gasped and gasped and then shrieked, surprising herself by the intensity of the orgasm that racked her body.
Chapter XXXIX
Emma took her role as Maisie’s guardian at least as seriously as she took her role as her lover. She knew the importance of the child’s education, and arranged a place for her in the city’s premier naturist Secondary School. It was, of course, a private school (the fees for which Emma could now easily afford) and was attended by the children of the wealthy and well-to-do who wished their children to have as fully as possible a naturist upbringing. Not a few were workers in the sex industry like Emma herself, and several other children made a living in sex entertainment themselves, so Emma was sure that Maisie was in an appropriate environment. This was an opportunity which Emma rather envied of Maisie. No such option had been made available to her when she was younger. Her parents wouldn’t have been able to afford it, even if they’d had the slightest intention of encouraging what they considered to be their daughter’s unhealthy obsession.
On those days when Maisie was not required to work at the television station, Emma would drive her to the school along with all the other parents and guardians. She would kiss her child lover affectionately, while Maisie’s reaction was somewhat less predictable. Sometimes, she took Emma’s kisses almost on sufferance in the way Emma had always considered her own mother’s acts of affection. Sometimes, she was very passionate, even sometimes taking the time to kneel down in front of her and tongue her vagina, even in full gaze of her fellow pupils. Emma was very embarrassed about this, though she came to realise that this was to counter the similar attention one of the boys was making to his father’s erect penis in an adjacent car. This might not be the excuse for lovemaking that Emma was most enthusiastic about, but she loved Maisie so much that she couldn’t refuse even the smallest act of love. She felt quite helpless as the child’s tongue licked around the slightly thickened mound of her clitoris and the gush of vaginal fluids joined the saliva from Maisie’s mouth.
One of Emma’s early worries related to Maisie’s teachers. She feared that they might take advantage of Maisie or the other pupils. The school had an atmosphere slightly charged with sensuality with so many naked men, women and children. But she was reassured by the school’s ethical policies. The school had a very uncompromising attitude towards sexual liaisons between staff and pupil; however lax it was with regards to sexual relationships between staff which, although not exactly encouraged, was nearly expected and certainly very common. However genuine or mutual the affection there might be between a teacher and pupil, any sexual relationship resulted in instant dismissal, a sanction which the headmaster regretted had had to be enforced on occasion. It was not thought appropriate for staff to have anything other than professional relationships with their wards, although the school had no expressed opinion regarding the ethics or otherwise of adult-child relationships in general. What a child did with adults outside its province of concern was neither one thing nor another. Although the staff may very well have suspected that Emma’s relationship with Maisie might have a sexual element (and knowing Maisie’s tendency to boast, such suspicions may very easily have been confirmed) there was no evidence of it when she attended the Parents Evenings, along with all the other naked parents and guardians.
Maisie certainly had sexual relations with other pupils. Emma might regret the extent of Maisie’s boasting and the details in which she divulged them, but she felt unable to do anything about it. Censoriousness was not a role she could play without too much hypocrisy. Much of this sexual activity took place at school, though how the teachers could remain oblivious to its occurrence was beyond Emma. It took place in the playing field, in the gym, in the playground, in the toilets and sometimes in the classroom. On occasion, Maisie invited schoolfriends back with her to their home, where no pretence at all was made of their sexual activity. Emma would sit in the living room, listening to the gasps of sexual passion emitting from Maisie’s room, coming either from her lover or from her schoolfriends. Although, she regretted this lack of exclusivity in her love life, it seemed somehow more appropriate that a girl as young as Maisie, whose breasts were still no more than the merest mounds, and who had but the barest suggestion of pubic hair should enjoy herself with those much the same as herself. She refused all of Maisie’s suggestions that she participate in her sex games, particularly vehemently when they involved the boys. However tiny and unthreatening their tiny hairless penises might seem, she had no wish to have one of them inside her, thank you very much!
Naturally, Maisie’s best friends at school were those who like herself made a living from sex television or sex video. It was they who she had most in common and most likely to meet at the television studios. Thankfully, none of her soap opera colleagues attended the same school, as that would have presented Emma with rivals at school and at work. However, her closest friends had become very frequent visitors, often making love with Maisie in her full gaze in the living room or in the kitchen. “Oh, Emma won’t mind!�
� She’d hear Maisie saying, while feeling a pang of jealousy as she watched Isambard, Priscilla or Eglantine stimulate her lover to passionate cries of ecstasy which Emma was glad there were no neighbours to overhear.
Emma didn’t want Maisie’s studies to suffer as a result of her full sex-life, and was extremely strict about her doing her homework. This was an effort which seemed to consume almost all her evenings at home, made particularly difficult by Maisie’s attempts to divert Emma away from the task of coaching her through Mathematics, Geography and English Literature by stroking her vagina or kissing her breasts.
“Not now, Maisie!” Emma would say sternly, brushing Maisie’s hands off her with regret. The sacrifices she made for her lover! “Let’s try this again. If the sum of the angles of a triangle are always 180°, what is the sum of the angles of a rectangle given that is constituted of two triangles.”
Maisie was a bright girl however much she was easily distracted. “That’s twice 180°. Erm, 360°. Must we do this, Emma darling? “She eased a hand between Emma’s thighs.” Wouldn’t it be much more fun if we made love? Eglantine never does this at home. She and her brother are always fucking together…”
“I don’t care what Eglantine does with her brother,” winced Emma, who found Eglantine rather attractive if a little simple. “We’ll make love afterwards, if you like. But not until we finish all these exercises. If the radius of a circle is 2, express the circle’s area in multiples of p.”
“4p,” answered Maisie hardly hesitating. “Oh this is boring! Wouldn’t you much rather make love to me?”
“No!” Lied Emma. “Now, what’s the circumference of the same circle?”
“The same thing!” Maisie replied with a humph, removing her hand from Emma’s legs and picking up her pencil. She put it in her mouth, and chewed it. “Duncan never has to do this with his mother. He says they fuck all night long. And with his father as well! His bum’s ever so sore some mornings.”
“I hope you don’t let anyone put anything up your bottom!” Emma said sternly with alarm.
“So what if I did?” Maisie challenged.
Emma frowned. What sort of relationship did she have when she had neither the moral authority of a parent nor could demand the fidelity of a normal lover? How flawed was their relationship if there was so much open promiscuity and sex? “Just don’t!” Emma said firmly. “Now, let’s look at this question about cosines and tangents. Which of the two tends to ¥?”
“Tangents,” Maisie answered with a frown.
“What’s the product of Ö2 and Ö8?”
“4,” Maisie replied. “Oh, Emma. I’m sure you’re trying to do the best for me, but why do I have to learn all this? I’m never going to need to know any of this in my current career. Or any other career I’m likely to have.”
Emma couldn’t deny the possible truth of this assertion, but she still felt that she would prefer her darling Maisie to at least have the possibility to change careers when she was older. “You just don’t know what you might need to know, Maisie sweetest,” she said, kissing her lover tenderly on the forehead. “Let’s look at this logic problem. What does this mean?”
She pointed at the proposition which read “Ö(ÖyÌSz)”. Although Maisie’s gaze was now focused on predicate calculus, Emma’s looked lovingly at the hollow in Maisie’s bent neck. The inside of her heart melted, and only the greatest amount of will-power prevented her leaning forward and kissing her tenderly above the shoulders.
Chapter XL
“Ohh! Ohhh! Ooohhh!” Gasped Hyacinth as Edward pushed his huge black penis deeper and deeper into the welcoming liquid warmth of her cunt, her legs spread wide and her throat becoming hoarse with the expression of her passion. She only gradually became aware that she and Edward were not alone in the tiny bedsit. Opposite her and watching her dispassionately was Enid. This didn’t in itself trouble her. She wasn’t expected to stop for Enid’s benefit, and had no intention of doing so. It was with a start, and reluctantly removing Edward’s wildly twitching penis, clearly just on the verge of releasing its load, that she realised that Enid wasn’t unaccompanied. She curled up on the bed, modestly covering her shaved cunt with her hands, as she examined Enid’s friend who seemed as unconcerned about her lovemaking as her flatmate.
Enid’s friend was naked like her and a few years older than her. However she was also quite pregnant: not yet in the final month of pregnancy but her stomach was swollen out and glistened in the light of the bright lamps. She smiled warmly at Hyacinth and also at Edward who seemed more embarrassed than anyone else, futilely covering his massive penis with his hands and blushing quite visibly.
“This is Charlotte,” Enid announced. “My friend from work. I thought I’d invite her back to our flat, if that’s alright, Hyacinth?”
“That’s fine! No problem!” Claimed Hyacinth, who nonetheless felt rather less than elated by the unwelcome break in her lovemaking. She climbed up from the bed, and pulled a large white sweater over her head, which covered her down to her thighs, and was decorated with the college crest. “Would you like some coffee, Charlotte?”
Enid’s colleague mused thoughtfully. “I wouldn’t mind some tea,” she remarked. “I hope you don’t mind me interrupting you like this, but I’ve known Enid such a long time, and I’ve just never visited her at home before. She’s so often suggested I visit. You must be Hyacinth. Enid’s told me ever so much about you.”
“Has she?” retorted Hyacinth, glaring at Enid with barely concealed hostility. However, she walked out of the bedroom to the small kitchenette which was hidden just beside the small bathroom/shower and toilet. Enid kissed Charlotte tenderly on the lips and chased after Hyacinth, who picked up a plastic kettle and was about to fill it with water from the tap.
“I’m sorry for interrupting you like that, Hyacinth!” Pleaded Enid, who had clearly noticed the hostility on her friend’s face. I just didn’t know you had a friend with you. It’s Edward, isn’t it? He seems to be visiting so much more these days. Anyway, we knocked on the door pretty loudly. You must’ve just not heard us. And when we’d opened the door, it was too late. There wasn’t anything we could do.”
“You found time to take off your clothes,” observed Hyacinth ruefully, as the water filled the kettle.
“That really doesn’t take long. And they are so unnecessary, don’t you think?”
“I’m not sure that’s how Edward thinks,” sniffed Hyacinth, clicking the switch on the kettle, and screwing open a jar of instant tea. “He’s not as used to seeing naked women as you are.”
“Or you, for that matter!” Giggled Enid, putting an arm around her friend’s shoulder and kissing her on the cheek. “Anyway, what do you think of Charlotte? She’s pretty nice, isn’t she?”
“I thought it was Josephine you were in love with,” remarked Hyacinth, sorting out the mugs. “It’s she you go and see perform most nights. It’s she who you go on about most. I thought your feelings were too strong to want to make love to her lover.”
“What’s this about making love to Charlotte?” Wondered Enid. “She’s just a friend.”
“Are you sure?” Wondered Hyacinth.
“You’re not jealous of her, are you?”
“What a stupid idea, Charlotte! I’m just a bit pissed off, you barging in while I was just about to come to an orgasm.”
“Oh, that’s nothing, Hyacinth. You do that most nights anyway. And if not with Edward, then it’s with me!”
Hyacinth couldn’t really deny this, though she had no wish for Enid to think that her tolerance of Enid’s sexual desire and her willingness to let Enid masturbate her meant that there was any emotional tie between them in quite that way. She made no reply as she put spoonfuls of granules into the mugs, covered them in boiling water and placed them on a tray.
Enid was concerned for her friend’s lack of enthusiasm. She put her arm around Hyacinth’s waist, and rested her cheek on her shoulder. “Oh, Hyacinth! Sweetest! Don’t take it wrong! I
have so few friends, and Charlotte’s such a good one. We have so much in common. She’s a lesbian as well as a naturist, you know! There aren’t many like us!”
Hyacinth relented. She was being mean spirited. “I suppose, you’re right!” She reluctantly agreed, turning her face round and kissing Enid softly and dryly on the lips, but held her firmly so that she would recognise that this was no prelude to the more physical tenderness that her friend was so enthusiastic about. She picked up the tray and followed Enid into the main bedroom, expecting to see Edward clothed and awkward, sitting on the edge of the bed, as put out by the intrusion as she had been.
What she hadn’t expected to see was Charlotte lying on her back in the warmth she had so recently vacated, with Edward’s buttocks thrusting backwards and forwards into the hairy cunt shadowed by her rounded stomach, the flash of light prominent on his smooth black skin. Charlotte certainly seemed nothing loath, as she gave vent to short little gasps of pleasure. And Edward was quite clearly enjoying the exercise himself. Only a tremendous exercise of will prevented Hyacinth letting the tray fall to the floor and the mugs spill tea onto the nylon carpet. She placed it shakily on the small table.
“I thought you said Charlotte was a lesbian!” She said accusingly to her flatmate.
Enid looked almost as much disconcerted as Hyacinth. She was leaning against a chair, watching the broad smile on Charlotte’s face with an expression of as much disgust as fascination. “She is! She is!” Said Enid. “But I suppose being a lesbian doesn’t necessarily mean that…”
“Well, something must have made her pregnant! However versatile Josephine may be, I don’t think she could quite do that. I don’t think your Charlotte’s any more a lesbian than me!”
“But lesbianism’s an emotional thing. Not a physical thing. Charlotte’s always said that she enjoys making love with men, but it’s women that she loves…”
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