Emma Watson gives you a handjob while Emma Stone kisses you!

Your cock springs out, hard and angry, and Emma’s petite hand wraps lovingly around it.

‘You’ve been so good,’ she murmurs, stroking your cock like an old friend. ‘Having to watch us pose and pout and play. Letting her put her hands all over me. And all the time, you had to stand there and say nothing. It must have been hard.’

‘Subtle,’ Emma Stone says, nudging your girlfriend’s forehead with her knee. Emma Watson acts like she’s not even there.

‘She might get to kiss you for a while. Maybe I’ll allow that.’ Emma’s hand is still rising and falling in steady, deliberate strokes. ‘But just remember who’s got your cock in her hand. Just remember who you’re taking home tonight.’

‘That actually sounds a bit like a threat,’ Emma Stone points out, then kisses you casually – almost like it isn’t the first time she’s done it. She tastes sweet and fruity, a little like pineapple, and you smile against her lips. ‘Hey, not bad, James. At least you’re a decent kisser.’

‘He’s better than decent,’ Emma objects from below, squeezing your cock in her fist. ‘See? This is why he’s my boyfriend and not yours. You don’t appreciate him enough.’

Emma Stone’s laugh ripples out, rich and deep. ‘Yeah? Maybe if you stopped hogging his cock for a second, we could put that theory to the test…’

Her hand slips down, and suddenly –

Suddenly, there are two hands on your cock. Both small and smooth and slim, both fighting for dominance, and you moan helplessly as Emma Watson and Emma Stone battle over who gets to jerk you off.

‘Don’t be so greedy,’ Emma Watson pants, refusing to let go. ‘He’s my boyfriend! Ergo, it’s my cock!’

Emma Stone doesn’t let up either. ‘Oh, you can fuck off with your British or your Latin or whatever. Is that how it works, then?’ She reaches a hand down daringly to tweak Emma Watson’s nipple. ‘If you’re his girlfriend, does that mean he owns your little cunt?’

Emma considers that for a moment. ‘Yes,’ she says simply. ‘Would you like to own my cunt, James? Officially? I could draw up some paperwork…’

Your cock jerks uncontrollably at that, and both Emmas giggle.

‘Okay, fine,’ Emma Stone sighs, sliding down beside your Emma. ‘We’ll share.’

‘Not if I make you cum first,’ Emma Watson shoots back, sliding a determined hand between the other girl’s legs. Emma Stone growls, but otherwise shows no sign of conceding the fight. ‘Let’s see… never done this before, but I bet you like having your clit touched…’

‘Who doesn’t like having their clit touched?’ Emma Stone asks incredulously. Her hand finally manages to get a decent grip on your shaft, and she starts jerking you in earnest. ‘Seriously, man, these fucking straight girls – all talk and no –’

Then she gasps, suddenly, a look of total shock flooding over her face, and Emma Watson looks delighted.

‘All talk and no what, exactly?’ she demands, continuing to do whatever she’s doing down there between Emma Stone’s legs. It seems to be working – Emma Stone’s eyes are wide and she’s biting her lip hard, although not hard enough to stop her swearing.

‘Fuck – oh my God, that’s it, right there – how’d you fucking know exactly where to – oh, shit –’ Emma Stone bucks against your girlfriend’s hand. ‘Fuck me, I’ve missed this!’

‘Threesomes?’ you ask, sliding your hand over hers and using her fist as a tool to jerk off with. Emma’s clearly distracted right now.

‘No – fucking straight girls –’ Emma Stone’s back arches, and she lets out a moan that vibrates all the way up her arm and into your cock. ‘They always – fuck! They always… fucking… surprise you.’ She shudders, knees twitching, ‘God, that’s good!’

‘Apparently, I make a good lesbian,’ Emma Watson says drily, looking up at you. But she sounds pleased, and you watch her lick her lips unconsciously as she stares at your cock. ‘Sorry, James. Be with you in just a second…’