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“Emma! I love you! I love you! Emma! So Much!” Gasped Maisie in orgasmic pleasure, her body shivering with ecstasy and her voice peculiarly full-throated for one so young.
Emma grimaced. Although she was the object of her young lover’s affection, it was obvious she wasn’t the stimulus as the young boy pushed his erect prick in and out of her tight young anus. How could an orifice so small, but so beautifully pursed, allow such a large obscene thing into it? Emma wondered, lying on one side of her as Maisie crouched over, bum high in the high, receiving these insistent thrusts with such pleasure.
Ever since she and Maisie had moved into the small house that she had managed to buy with a mortgage based on her present and future earnings, their love life had taken a very peculiar turn which Emma didn’t really enjoy at all, but felt incapable of complaining about. At the flat it had been Josephine and Susan mostly, but now it was boys she had met on the set. Emma still avoided all contact with men, but she felt unable to deny her lover the sexual pleasure she so much desired and expected. It sometimes felt that Maisie’s well-intentioned practice of never excluding Emma from her lovemaking added insult to injury, but she knew that in her own way it was somehow a tribute to the depth of her love for the woman who she insisted was central to her life. Maisie had been enrolled, at some expense, at a single sex college which would cope with her career in sex television, to the extent of the flexibility with which it accepted her occasional day off for filming, and which had no difficulty with her habitual nudity. At least she would be nude, if only she didn’t insist on wearing a large dildo buckled to her buttocks and waist which protruded rather oddly through her shorts or the swimsuit she wore specially adapted for the affectation. The college had a naturist policy, although not all the students were at all fixed on habitually nudity, and some indeed, like Maisie, were rather dressing against the pure principles of naturism as Emma understood it or practised. Maisie wore her dildo proudly at college, caring little for the fact that it looked rather bizarre and stretched proportionately rather further in front of her than it would in an adult man.
All the teachers were naturist however, but also practised the college’s policy of not imposing any dress code on the students except in sports or physical exercise lessons. Those girls who wished to, and there were quite a few, could wear just as many clothes as they liked. Bizarrely, this was often in direct revolt against their naturist parents and their normal social set, taking off their clothes when they returned home.
Although there were no boys at Maisie’s college, she and the other girls had no difficulty meeting them: presumably because they were attracted like flies to jam to the sight and sensation of so much young naked flesh. These boys invariably found their way into Maisie’s bed and with very little difficulty inside her vagina and occasionally her anus. Maisie made little distinction between her girl- and boyfriends, and often made love with girls from her college, an activity which Emma had less difficulty in understanding and no difficulty at all in participating in. Many of them were at least as beautiful as Maisie, though few had such luxurious curls and, to Emma’s mind, such a beautiful combination of physical and personality characteristics. Emma quite enjoyed the comparison and contrast in these other young bodies to that of Maisie’s, and felt rather less compunction in stretching the bounds of her sexual passion towards her slightly brutal tendencies (about which many had quite serious reservations)
One of Maisie’s friends, Letitia, was a particular delight to Emma, although neither she nor Maisie had made love to her. Nor in fact had anyone else. Like Emma, she was proud to be a naturist, but a naturist who never took down her black knickers and preferred conversation to sex. She would chat for hours with Emma and Maisie, seemingly never worried about the way the two of them would enmesh their bodies around each other. She only objected when other people became involved. Letitia believed quite firmly that love was not something that could be shared, and often told Maisie so.
“Oh, Letitia, you’re so boring!” Maisie exclaimed. “Why not join me and Emma? We can show you what love’s really like!”
“That must be the greatest contradiction in words you can imagine!” Letitia argued. “It’s one thing for you two to make love as lovers, and another just to have sex with any boy who wants to stick his willy up your bum!”
Emma found herself agreeing with Letitia, but she couldn’t herself imagine a life now without the sex she’d got used to with some of Maisie’s girlfriends and some of the women at the studio. She’d almost got used to being filmed making love to women on camera. She had learnt to blank out all thought of the prying eyes that were on her as she gasped, groaned and grunted while a sex actress, a sex tourist or a writer indulged on set in their mutually shared passion.
Maisie’s adoption of a dildo wasn’t for show alone. There were many occasions when she’d use it: quite often on Maisie and sometimes with girls she’d make love to, but curiously the most frequent recipients were the boys. There was a cruel streak in Maisie’s lovemaking as there was in Emma’s, and hers was most revealed by the way she liked to fuck boys in the anus while gripping their erect penises and massaging them to full erection. She said she had claimed more boy’s virginities than anyone else she knew, quite happy with the trace of blood on her dildo after eventually withdrawing it from the battered and torn and quite inappropriate entrances she had so gleefully violated. Despite Emma’s lack of feeling towards men, she felt quite sorry for some of them, who may have been virgins in the more strict sense of the word, who had not anticipated quite such a violent initiation service and often felt horribly abused afterwards. They would lie naked on the bed, feeling around the entrances to their bum, wondering what permanent damage had been caused and feeling no doubt rather discomfited by the fact that Maisie’s yells of ecstasy had focused rather more on Emma than on themselves.
Emma occasionally visited Josephine and Charlotte, and enjoyed more than she ever had before Charlotte’s tenderness and devotion. She loved Charlotte’s uncomplicated love, although she accepted now that she was very much secondary to Josephine. She even understood why Charlotte was so keen on marriage to Josephine, although she shared Susan’s scepticism of the point of taking up marital status while neither she nor her fiancée showed any intention of leading the monogamous life-style that was normally associated with such a state.
She was, however, disgusted at discovering that Charlotte, despite professing her lesbianism so vehemently, was having sex nearly every day with not just Josephine but a whole string of men with the express purpose of becoming pregnant.
“But you won’t possibly be able to know who the father is!” She objected.
“So much the better!” Charlotte replied. “I don’t want any man laying claim on my baby. Or should I say our baby, as it will be the child of Josephine and me. Men aren’t going to figure in our parenthood. I just hope it’s a girl.” “But don’t you care at all what the child might turn out to be like?”
“What matters is not the genetic parenthood but that the child belongs to both of us. I can’t wait to be pregnant. And as far as I’m concerned, if I’m pregnant then Josephine will be the father.”
“Just as you’ll be the father, if I’m ever pregnant,” remarked Josephine sweetly, but looking ever so slightly uncomfortable.
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