Emma Watson's Erotic Fantasies 02

Note- More made up nonsense to amuse and titillate. Kudos given to the original Emmanuelle novel by Emmanuelle Arsan for inspiration.

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Are you in a sex drought? Can't remember the last time another person saw you in the buff? Then join the multitude of like minded, sex starved adults. Their pining brought on by the pressures of you-know-fucking-what.

Emma Watson, an appointed UN Women Goodwill Ambassador, as well as an accomplished actress, had decided to become a ghost writer of erotic fiction that she hoped would stimulate those dreams and fantasies of females having to undergo the forced celibacy brought about by lockdowns and social distancing. Half of the population of Britain had reported a slump in their sex lives since the pandemic. And spurred on by Taylor Swift and Shirley Manson, she had accepted the challenge of ghost erotica.

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Even Emma, being single and a self confessed active fuck bunny, had missed out on no strings sex for over a year. She loved sex and couldn't imagine it not being in her life.

So, she had picked up the pen, and once a month planned to submit some made up tales, mixed with her very own personal recollections, albeit under an assumed name.

She had submitted two such stories to the website CLIMAX202 so far and all had been highly pleased with the positive response.

This is the second.

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Writers tend to put themselves into all their work, whether intentionally or not. Emma Watson recalled her time filming 'Little Women' and she let her imagination run wild as she envisioned a 'What if' type of scenario. Rather than name names, Emma chose to preserve some degree of privacy concerning the actual actresses, but even though she disguised the characters, it wasn't hard to figure out who was who.

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'The All Girl Book Club.'

As dusk approached, Emma arrived at the Flossie's third floor apartment in the busy and vibrant London area of Covent Garden.

She had been held up by a signal problem on the Underground and was approximately half an hour late.

As she rang the doorbell she wondered what was awaiting her inside.

It had been a month since she and Flossie had become friendly at the same drama school, and both had found the time to encourage each other in class.

In a gesture of gratitude, the twenty-six year old Flossie, had invited Emma to the next meeting of her book club. Emma was told that the book to be discussed in this session would be Little Women by Louisa May Alcott.

"Perfect," gushed Emma. "I've loved it since childhood."

"Great. My place, Tuesday at eight. You'll meet the gang."

"Sounds like fun."

The fact that everything had begun so innocently meant that Emma was so not prepared for what was to come.

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As the door opened Emma immediately heard raucous laughter and shrieks from inside.

"Come and join the party," said Flossie with a grin.

The five two, busty female stepped to one side to let Emma in.

When the demure girl stepped into the well lit living room she was met by the unexpected.

That is to say, three scantily clad women, sitting around a large coffee table.

Emma instinctively jumped when Flossie slammed the door shut and joined the others. That was when Emma took in the fact that the brown eyed young beauty was wearing black four inch stilettos to go with her black satin chemise.

"This Emma?" Asked one in an Irish brogue. She was sitting on one of two brown leather sofas that had been arranged to face each other.

"Sure is. Let me introduce our club. That is Sushi."

"Sersha!" Moaned the slim blue eyed blonde in the black matching bra and thong.

She looked utterly gorgeous with her fine locks combed to the left side of her head.

"Sersha, Sushi. Tomato, tormato. What the hell. Anyway. Beside her is Eli. She's an Aussie."

The green eyed blonde tipped her wine glass at Emma and put her arm around the taller woman next to her.

"And that is Greta. A yank." Said the Australian.

Eli seemed a little thing with tiny eyes and a permanent grin. She had on a red bra and an extremely skimpy thong that barely contained enough material to cover a teabag, let alone her muff. The bra was tight and lifted her breasts together to create a substantial cleavage.

She crossed her sexy and toned legs, and folded her arms as she watched the shy Emma.

"How, do."

Greta looked a tad older with wavy locks and a red slash of a mouth. She had on a striped robe which was open to show that beneath it she was in the buff. Her crossed bare legs did nothing to conceal her exposed vulva.

What kind of book club was this?

The mesmerised Emma stood still, like a rabbit caught in car headlights.

Although invited, she felt like an intruder as she looked at each of them in turn.

"Come. Come sit." Eli patted the sofa beside her and Emma sat.

Expecting an informal get together, she had thrown on a bulky casual brown sweater that hid her figure, and a pair of gold patterned palazzo pants. Her light brown hair had been styled in loose waves that fell upon her shoulders. On reflection, she looked completely out of step with the others.

"We're drinking Gavi. Have some?"

"Not for me, thanks."

"Hear that, Flossie? Emma's not drinking."

"Just leaves more for us, eh girls?"

"I'll drink to that." Declared Sersha as she raised her glass.

"Hey, that reminds me of that part in the book where Jean licks wine from his wife's tits."

Emma frowned as the others laughed at the reference.

"Er. I don't remember that in the book." Emma said in a low voice.

"Sure. It's right in here. Chapter six."

Greta patted a dog-eared paperback on the coffee table and Emma picked it up and read the blurb on the back.

"Emmanuelle, by Emmanuelle Arsan. An erotic novel originally written in French. This book is a series of explicit sex fantasies of the author in which she has sex with several men and women."

"No shit!" Cried Eli as she clinked glasses with Greta. "Men AND women."

"Sorry, hon. I forgot to tell you, we're reading Little Women next month."

Flossie shrugged and spread her hands in apology and continued.

"What other books have you read?" Wondered Emma.

"Oh. Lady Chatterley's Lover, Fanny Hill." Said one.

"Fifty Shades of Grey, of course." Piped up another.

"And my favourite, Story of O. Super hot!"

"Right, I'm beginning to get the picture."

As they sat and chatted, Emma found herself staring at Greta's uncovered pussy and her exposed legs. Her knees had drifted apart and her robe had ridden up where she sat down.

"So, Emma. We're all pretty certain that you're not as prim and proper as you lead us to believe."

"Well. I'm not a prude if that's what you think."

Sersha moved closer and put her arm around Emma's shoulder.

"Then read that passage out loud." She said, setting her glass down and pointing her index finger at the open book.

"Alright."

With all eyes on her, Emma put the well thumbed copy in her lap.

"Do you think a woman can make love with men as often as she can make herself come by her own efforts? Asked Marie-Anne of Emmanuelle. Men aren't always so exciting you know. They're heavy, they're hard, and sometimes to tough for their own good."

Emma noted that Greta was caressing herself under her robe as she spoke.

"Emmanuelle put her arms around her neck and kissed her lips. She moaned with pleasure when Bee's body fused with hers. The streaming coolness of their two skins was a caress in itself. She embraced her tightly and slowly rubbed her pubis against hers. Bee sensed the pleasure that Emmanuelle was seeking; she put her hand on her back, pressed gently on her buttocks, and grafted her onto her belly. A singular savor penetrated her open mouth, juicy and sweet like an exotic fruit. She felt a spasm rising in the beautiful body she was holding against herself."

"We really like you," Said Greta, who got out of her chair and sat on the arm of the sofa.

Emma found herself in-between her and Sersha, who sat close to her on her right side, still gently rubbing her leg. Greta began stroking Emma's long hair, enjoying the closeness of the attractive woman.

"You have a wonderful reading voice."

Emma gulped and looked up at Sersha. Her face was so beautiful, her mouth was parted and Emma found herself desperately wanting those luscious lips pressed against her own. The Irish babe enjoyed the look of anticipation on Emma's face and let her tongue rise ever so slightly.

"Thank you," murmured Emma as she gazed into Sersha's big eyes.

"I can see in your eyes that you want to be bad and you are too afraid to go beyond just watching. Tell me I'm right."

Emma couldn't believe that this woman she just met knew things that no one else knew and everything that she was saying was true. As taut as a bow string, Emma shrank as Sersha covered her mouth with her own. Their kiss was soft, sensual and erotic all at the same time. Emma closed her eyes as their tongues danced with each other. Lost in the moment, Emma cared not as Greta's hand dived inside the top of her loose pants and snaked down inside to her mound.

She sucked in air as one digit ran up and down her moist slit, delving inside the softness a fraction.

"Oh my goodness!"

As all three became cozy on the sofa, Greta abruptly seized Emma and took the opportunity to yank down her pants.

"HEY!"

Flossie joined in the fun, and in the process, Emma ended up with both bared legs straight up in the air.

The two women had a hand on each of her ankles, and together they tugged her panties off in one swift move.

Emma had her legs pushed all the way back to her shoulders, and with deft fingers, Greta plunged her fingers up inside her muff.

"Tell me. Have other women ever done that to you? Have you ever made love to a woman before?" Asked Flossie as she let her chemise slip from her curvy body and plump boobs.

Emma moaned softly as she responded to the urgent probing of her pussy. She bit her lower lip and hummed in approval.

"What a beautiful body you have." Noted Flossie as she dragged the sweater from Emma.

Hands were here and there over the nude beauty, sinking into each and every crevice and curve between her breasts, between her thighs, and between her buttocks. Reduced to a mere sex toy in their hands, Emma was lulled into surrender by the two women and relished the repeated strokes and caresses on her hot flesh.

There was no respite as several hands found her shaven mound and searched her wetness within.

"Like that?"

Emma's heart was beating fast from the thrill that she was getting from being nude and letting lesbians have power over her.

Sersha swung her right leg over Emma's left, placing her knee on the sofa in-between her bare thighs. Flossie pressed her wet pink lips against Emma's moaning mouth, relishing the taste of the sexy woman.

Lost in a sea in a sea of barely covered female flesh, Emma had no time to think, just respond physically to the rich sensations.

"Good girl."

Emma was switched from woman to woman, deeply kissing Greta and then moving to Sersha and back again to Flossie.

Looking on with great interest was Eli, who hooked her thumbs in her thong and slipped it off. Emma saw that she had an absence of pubic hair that revealed the slit of her juicy cunt.

As she walked barefoot to the sofa her perfectly shaped buttocks danced seductively with each step.

Greta stood up and shed her robe to reveal her naked glory. At five feet nine, her slender legs led the eye to her bald V of her mons, framed nicely by her womanly hips.

By contrast, Emma was petite and slim. Her pert breasts, her narrow hips and tiny waist were perfectly proportioned to the exquisite elegance of her figure.

Her skin was pale and her belly flat soft, with a pussy that was bereft of pubic hair, with prominent pink lips that were glistening with fresh juice.

"Lovely."

Eli tasted the subtle aroma of her juices, and licked upward from the base of her pussy to her hood. She began to glide up and down, tracing out small circles on the tip of her clit which peeked out to meet her. Emma began to buck, moaning deeply with every breath, her body heaving. Eli took two wetted fingers and shoved them inside her. Her face dipped as the tip of her tongue teased Emma's clit.

"Ohhhh!"

While Emma was enjoying the taste of Eli's lips as well as the feel of Greta's naked body pressed against her own, she suddenly felt another pair of bare breasts push against her back. Then she felt a pair of hands running down her sides and over her buttocks. Then her cheeks were pulled apart and a finger pressed against her anus.

"What?"

Flossie parted her thighs with her hands and then went down with her mouth to join Eli in licking away at Emma's clit. Emma groaned as she felt her aching nipples harden, and her pussy leak. As Eli sucked on her, so Flossie licked her pussy from underneath constantly flicking her tongue around her clit.

Emma gasped as she came, shuddering and perspiring as she did so.

"Let's take her to the bedroom," instructed Greta."

They all made their way towards the bedroom with some urgency.

"Don't be shy now," said Flossie who patted bed and smiled. Emma, now as naked as the rest of them, didn't need to be asked twice and crawled up onto the bed.

At the foot of the bed, Eli had her mouth clamped to one of Sersha's breasts and moved further down the bed. She gently parted the blonde's shapely legs and positioned herself between them. The Australian started kissing her stomach down to the top of her juicy pussy. As she met the offered up pussy, Eli ran her tongue up and down the wet slit.

She parted the blonde's thighs with her hands and then went down with her mouth and licked away at her clit.

The two girls were now engrossed with each other. They changed up so that Eli was now sucking Sersha's pussy from underneath as she continued to flick her tongue around the other's clit.

Flossie looked lustfully at Greta's buoyant breasts, flipped her hair from her shoulder and took the breasts in her hands. She played with them, cupping them firmly and flicking the stiff nipples with her thumbs.

Greta purred and panted in short bursts as she and Flossie enveloped more of her breasts each time. She pushed her chest out and held the crook of the busy woman's neck. They glanced at Emma to see if the newbie was watching. She was, stroking her bald slit as she did so.

"You have a nice little pussy there," Greta noted as pushed Emma's knees outwards and came down on her with her hot mouth.

The American flicked and slathered sharply between the two moist lips, trying to widen Emma's desirable slit.

Flossie ran her hands over her rosy tipped breasts and stomach.

The tall blonde flicked her tongue with purpose up and down Emma's muff and wave after wave of throbbing pleasure started to pulse through her.

Fossie lightly stroked her pert breasts and between all three, Emma went with the rhythm, wallowing in busy fingers that rolled across her erect nipples.

"Holy shit!"

Greta blew warm breath across Emma's clit and she widened her legs to invite the others to give her more attention. Sersha looked Emma in the eyes as she pushed her index finger deep into her pussy. Emma was experiencing tingling little mini orgasms repeatedly. She leaned forwards and kissed Eli on her lips. Their mouths opened as they kissed each other with a fiery passion.

Their tongues flickered against each other as Emma thrust her thighs and hips up into the touch of Sersha to get more of her inquisitive fingering.

"Yes!"

Emma felt her pussy contract, sending shivers of pleasure up her spine. Her pussy squirted out and ran down her inner thigh and legs.

Beside them Greta and Flossie were now gyrating their hips against each other, their clits rubbing against each other with gusto. Their tongues were deep inside each other's mouth, dancing around as they became lost in lustful bliss.

"Oh, you beauty!"

The bed linen was drenched in sweat and pussy juices. This was a new world of sensation for Emma. An experience she had never had before, and she knew she wanted more of it.

Eli grabbed Emma's thighs, slid her towards her and lifted her legs until her feet were beside her ears. Emma's nether holes were now pointing directly upwards to the ceiling.

The small eyed blonde pushed her tongue into Emma's quim and licked in circular motions, moving her head around to gain more momentum.

"Fuck!"

Emma felt her juices seep onto her buttocks as she kicked her feet in the air.

Eli was brilliant, with her tongue flicking her clit and two of her fingers delving rapidly inside the whimpering girl. An almighty orgasm thundered through her, and she quivered as the orgasmic explosion sent her body into a complete spasm.

"Ready or not, here I come."

Emma's eyes widened when Flossie entered the bedroom wearing a strap-on, stroking the ominous seven inch dildo that jutted out at a jaunty angle.

"Get a load of this!"

Emma sat up on her elbows with legs splayed open as the top heavy female scooted up between her thighs.

Their eyes met as Flossie fiddled with the harness strapped about her hips and then pushed the lubed up flared tip against Emma's pussy.

Flossie thrust her hips forward sharply, sliding the thick cock inside Emma to the tune of four inches of the fake cock.

She slowly withdrew the shaft, bringing all but an inch of it out before once again thrusting forward, this time sliding it in further than before thanks to Emma's juiced up cunt and the lubrication.

"That looks so hot!"

Greta and Sersha smiled at each other as they watched Flossie push in the dildo, harder than ever, deep inside Emma's throbbing pussy.

Emma almost screamed when Flossie drove the full length of the cock inside her and she grabbed bunches of the sheets in her tight fists.

Seven inches of the flesh coloured dildo was sucked in. Every thrust was met with a screech from the demure beauty. Eli watched the dildo slide in and out of Emma's pussy up close, totally agog by the sight of it pounding into her sweet cunt. Leaning in close, her head rested on Emma's lower stomach only inches away from the penetration.

"Up, pup."

Emma brought her knees up into the air and rested her feet on the shoulders of Flossie. She felt the dildo go deep inside her, stretching her pussy and filling her up. She moved her pelvis in a circular motion and thrust it further towards the dildo.

Flossie was caught up in the moment and twisted and jabbed the dildo in and out of Emma's cunt harder and faster. Emma continued to cry and whimper with the dildo wedged firmly up to the hilt.

"Oh!"

As Emma came yet again. Flossie withdrew and pressed her wet mouth against her pussy. She used her lips to lap up the sweet cum that dripped out of Emma.

Then Greta threw Sersha on her ass and took the dildo from Flossie's strap-on harness. With the base of the dildo now pressed firmly against her pussy, she wrapped Sersha's legs around her waist and poked the tip of the cock into her wet pussy.

"Oh my god, it's so fucking big!"

Greta steadied Sersha by holding onto her knee that was now dangling over her shoulder. She began to fuck her faster with realistic looking dildo.

Sersha rocked her hips harder until she felt the flood gates open. She let out a loud yell and fell backwards as she came.

"Drink, anyone?"

Eli skipped back in the bedroom with two opened bottles of Pinot Grigio.

As the panting group of naked fillies looked on, the naked Aussie took a swig of the wine in her mouth and leaned down to drizzle it onto Emma's heaving bosom.

Emma hissed at the initial cold contact and then smiled as Eli poured a fair measure of the white wine in a thin line down her stomach until it formed a pool in her navel. Greta leapt in and began to suck and lick up the wine from Emma's soft skin, moving her mouth down to suck the drink out of her belly button. Her tongue teased and tickled which made Emma rock on her back on the bed.