An Infinite Number of Universes Where You’re Banging Emma Watson

If quantum physics is true and there is a universe for all possible histories and futures, then there is an infinite number of universes where you're banging Emma Watson.

That’s a joke on the internet, but not too far removed from reality. And once you realize that, it really shifts your perspective. I mean, this universe—it’s a little unimpressive, isn’t it? Unimportant in the grand scheme of things.

I think I speak without undue ego when I say that I’m a genius. My inventions, without getting too technical and without being too impenetrable to the layman, have probably been used by you in the last twenty-four hours. Especially if you’ve flown in an airplane. But then think about it. Really think about it. What’s the point? What could I invent that would really change the world?

Clean energy? We have that. No one wants to use it when they can ride around in an SUV. A cure for cancer? We somewhat have that, the insurance companies just charge a king’s ransom for it. This universe, this Earth, it’s kinda going down the drain. Any positivity is drowned out by stupidity, greed, and hatred. I don’t know how yours is doing, but mine couldn’t even make a decent Superman movie.

So don’t change the world. Change the world. With that in mind, I built a device that would allow me to take the place of my doppelganger in an alternate universe, shortly before he was to have sex with, well, anyone. Don’t feel too bad for him. In an infinite variety of universes, there were an infinite number of times where he got to do the deed. By creating more alternate universes, I was promoting the healthy grow of the multiverse.

This all might seem very complicated, by the way. It was, but don’t worry about it. You would have to be the one percentile of a one percentile to understand it, so you might as well accept that such a device is possible and that I built one. After all, would you rather hear a dissertation on creating just the casing for a transdimensional frequency modulator, or would you like to hear about banging Emma Watson?

My name is Chad Longwood. This is how I banged Emma Watson.

***

Chad arrived on Earth-518920 on July 16th, 2016, a short distance outside of Bostonia, on the road to Red Bay. He looked himself over hurriedly, examining the body he had ‘Leapt’ into. He didn’t want to stick around if it were badly damaged, sex with Emma Watson or not. After all, if he died in an alternate universe, he was still dead.

His body was much the same as ever, with signs of regular exercise and good diet, though he detected some signs of malnourishment. This him could use a steak dinner. There were also a surprising amount of scars. He felt his face and detected a long one, crawling like a worm from one eyebrow down to the line of his jaw. It didn’t hurt, but it was an odd feeling, knowing you were somewhat disfigured.

The clothing was body armor and BDUs, with well-stocked utility belt, vest pockets, cargo pants. Some of the items he had absolutely no idea what they were; one looked like a garage door opener. The guns, though, those he could fathom. A quick check of all his items showed that he was low on ammo, and the guns themselves weren’t in the best of condition. Scavenged items, Chad guessed. The best that he (or ‘he’) could manage under the circumstances.

That, and the landscape, convinced him this was a post-apocalyptic world—one of many he had seen while testing his device. The road was cracked and ruptured in several places, with numerous wrecks and burnt-out husks along the sides of the road. Road signs had been bulleted to the point of illegibility, with new messages spray-painted on the sides of SUVs, the road, wherever. The closest one to Chad read ‘fifty kilometers to Red Bay’. Well, whatever other problems with universe had, at least it was using the metric system.

Having established all this, Chad took a moment to wonder what he was supposed to do. That was a bit the problem with throwing yourself around the space-time continuum like this. He knew the circumstances existed to make having sex with Emma Watson highly probable, but not exactly what actions would lead to that outcome. If he started walking and went in the wrong direction, it was possible he’d miss her entirely.

It was a stupid problem to have, he’d admit, but still a problem. Even for all his technical know-how, he couldn’t build a compass to point him at Emma Watson, or a computer that could predict what he should say or do to get her into bed. Probably for the best. That seemed like the kind of thing that would lead to someone trying to conquer the universe instead of having a little fun.

The ground rattled suddenly. Chad looked around again, catching a plume of dirt raising in the distance, skewing as its head moved against the wind. Then he saw the source coming over a hill. It was a rover, something like an RV but with obscenely large construction vehicle treads instead of wheels. They were off-road, disturbing the earth in vast quantities, some ridiculously over-cylindered engine bellowing as the rover came toward him.

Chad hoped this was a situation where he was supposed to wait rather than run.

He wasn’t much disappointed. The rover came to a stop—it was the size of a train car, with a .50-cal turret on top manned by a familiar-looking nerd. It was Kaley Cuoco, only she wasn’t wearing the latest fashions. She wore a battered Star Wars T-shirt, Vader’s mug in white on a black background, a similarly dark pair of glasses smartly seated on the bridge of her nose, fingerless gloves caressing callused hands as she aimed the .50 at him. Her short blonde hair was the same as ever, though.

“Don’t move!” she shouted, racking the turret.

Chad didn’t move.

He could see a woman in the driver’s seat, though the glass was reinforced by chainlink fencing like a band would play behind at a rough bar. She was familiar too. Scarlett Johansson, though it took him a moment to place her. She looked like a punk rocker, her head shaved into a Mohawk with stripes of pink and black, a leather vest over a halved Sex Pistols tee. She kept her hands on the wheel and revved the engine as if in warning.

Then Emma Watson came out, an H&K trained on him. Her he recognized. Her hair was cut shortly, neatly a crewcut, with kohl or greasepaint marring her face, darkening her eyes into an eighties, raccoonish look. She wore a flak jacket over a white tee, her trim body nearly swallowed up by the armor, but then she wore daisy dukes and kneepads on her legs, leaving them almost entirely bare and sleek down to a pair of army boots. It was surprisingly sexual, seeing her legs a little scratched up, Band-Aided in places, not the glossy finish of a photoshoot or a magazine spread. Real, tangible.

“Please be needing me to repopulate the Earth,” Chad said.

“Chad Longwood!” Emma shouted. “You’re under arrest for the murders of the Lower Council of Bostonia! Come quietly or we’ll open fire.”

Suddenly all the guns he was carrying made a lot more sense. Still, trying to quick-draw on Emma Watson seemed counterintuitive to having sex with her—not to mention staying alive. He raised his hands compliantly. “I surrender!”

A little surprised, Emma glanced to Kaley on the turret. “Got him covered?”

“One move and he’s split in half.”

Chad gulped. Emma pulled a plasticuffs from a holder on her vest. “Alright, Longwood, keep your hands up and keep still! One wrong move and, well, you heard the woman.”

Chad nodded, freezing in place as Emma came up to him cautiously, then rapidly grabbed his hands, planted him on the ground, wrenched his arms behind his back, and cuffed him. Her practiced hands skittered over his body, relieving him of the more lethal items. Chad watched his weapons, and a few he’d missed, laid out in front of his face as he laid on his belly with Emma’s knee in his back.

“You know, are you sure you’ve got the right guy?” he asked. “I really don’t believe in violence.”

“If you don’t, you could’ve told us so a year ago and saved us a lot of trouble.” Emma checked another pocket, drawing out something that looked like it’d used to be a flip-phone before developing cancer. “Jesus, he’s got a decryptor!”

“Does the Council know about that?” Kaley called back.

“They’re gonna. That’s another ten years in slam—maybe another five K in bounty for us.” Emma wrenched Chad up to his feet. “Not bad, Longwood.”

“I was holding it for a friend,” Chad said confidently.

“Move!” Emma ordered him with a shove forward.

Drawing a plastic bag from her belt—she had a whole bundle of them wadded up inside one bad—she loaded all his confiscated gear and followed after him as he went to the rover. He hesitated in the opening and he felt the butt of her rifle harshly strike him in the base of the spine. He went in, wondering if he should activate his device and go back to dreary, ordinary life. If he even could without rousing their suspicions.

The interior of the rover was a dorm room on wheels. The ‘homework’ of maps and life hacks and instruction manuals crashed together with posters, magazine pin-ups, even framed pictures. It was almost claustrophobic in how it overwhelmed.

Emma took him by the shoulders and planted him in a chair before he could take it in, strapping him in next. “Don’t move from this spot,” she told him. “Kaley!” He saw her coming down from a kind of attic door that presumably led to the turret emplacement. Emma tossed her the flip-phone. “Check that. I’ll report to the High Council. Scarlett!” She slammed her fist against a slab of a door at the end of the room. Like in a jet liner, it separated the cabin from the cockpit. “Get us back to Red Bay. I’m not sure which is worse, being out here or going in there with him in our hold.”

“So let’s shove him into the council’s laps, get our money, and go on a bender somewhere,” Kaley said. She was sitting at a built-in work desk, cajoling a laptop to life. “The sooner the better.”

Emma went to the wall, pulling open another console, typing into it as they got under way. Her fingers worked fast—Chad saw GoPro footage flitter by on the screen. For the first time he noticed the cameras the women wore on their body armor. He guessed it was uploading to whoever the High Council were.

“Hey, listen—“ Chad started. “Assuming for a second I’m innocent, you mind telling me what I’m accused of?”

“We told you,” Emma said stridently. “You killed the Lower Council of Bostonia. Five venerated leaders of the safe zone. All because you thought they were corrupt.”

“Okay,” Chad said. “So were they?”

“If you had proof, I’m sure you would’ve brought it to the High Council—“

“How do you know the High Council isn’t corrupt?”

“How do we know this isn’t all in your sick head?”

A slot opened in the blast door. Scarlett’s voice came through. “Council got your report. You were right, they are willing to up the bounty. They’d also like us to go after Red Forest.”

“The gangbanger?” Emma asked. “When we’ve got Chad Longwood sewed up?”

“There’s been a sighting. They worry there won’t be another chance like this again and we’re the only rover in the area. It’s worth another fifteen K to them.”

Emma sighed. “Kaley?”

Kaley looked up from her laptop as if she’d barely noticed the new wrinkle in their situation. “Is… is he alone?”

“Recon says yeah,” Scarlett replied.

“Okay then. It’s easy money. I mean, we just caught Longwood—how hard can this be?”

***

It was a bumpy ride, and driving while handcuffed was a surprisingly uncomfortable experience. Chad hadn’t realized how cozy it was being able to move your hands and brace yourself. Nonetheless, there were distractions. His seat was opposite a chainlinked window, and he could see out at the countryside. Apparently he’d been in a good patch. Off the road, there was just lots of dirt. Scorched earth, with toothpick structures of winnowed trees, destroyed vehicles, bones picked clean.

“What happened here?” Chad asked.

“Don’t you know?” Emma replied. She was bored, had to be with Kaley for companionship. The woman was still working on the flip phone.

“Did I do that too?”

Emma gave him a look. “Aliens crash landed here. The impact of their ship alone ended civilization. Then they started breeding. I think I’ll give you a pass on that one.”

“I don’t know. I can be pretty good at breeding.”

Emma rolled her eyes.

“Hey, Em?” Kaley said, finally looking up from her laptop.

“Yeah?”

“I think you should look at this. The stuff Longwood was working on. It’s pretty… I mean, it’s really… you should look at this.”

With an unpleasant look at Chad, Emma got up from her seat and went to Kaley’s work desk. “What is it?”

“Longwood… he hacked the council’s entire information system. And it’s not just supply routes and proposals. There’s pay-offs to warlords, human experimentations, trafficking, contraband… everyone we’ve brought in is nothing, the High Council’s the biggest crime syndicate in Bostonia.”

“That’s impossible,” Emma said, moving Kaley aside and looking through the laptop herself. “This can’t be right…”

“It’s all there. That’s the council’s own network. They even talk about reassigning the duties of the members Longwood killed. Brock was in charge of selecting women for the breeding program, Breslin used private medical records to see who would make the best meat for the cannibals…”

Emma held up a hand to stop her. “Kaley… us recovering the decryptor, was that on the report we sent to the council?”

That’s when they hit the IED.

***

Chad didn’t know why they used zip-cuffs. It was pretty easy to get out of them, especially when there was lots of jagged metal around.

***

He took back what he’d thought about malnutrition. It was obvious this body was in pretty great shape. He was able to carry all three women out of the rover without breaking a sweat.

***

Scarlett came to first, coughing out the smoke she’d inhaled. Chad offered her a canteen. He hadn’t been able to grab much before the rover went up, but he’d thought water would be a really good idea.

Scarlett drank greedily. Thankfully.

“What happened?” Kaley groaned, coming awake herself.

“It was Longwood. He saved us.”

“And the council set us up.” Chad didn’t know how long Emma had been conscious. Seemed longer, with her talking so clear-headedly. “Sons of bitches. I should’ve seen this coming.”

“There was no way we could’ve known,” Scarlett argued.

Kaley wiped some cinders off her face. “No wonder Chad killed so many of them.”

They all looked at him.

“Guess that bounty isn’t on the table anymore?” he joked.

Emma spoke for all of them. “Guess we owe you an apology.”

“Scarlett’s right. You had no way of knowing. The council screwed all of us.”

Emma checked her watch. “It’ll be night soon. We’ll need a place to stay if we don’t want the zoners to get us.”

“Doesn’t Chad have a hide-out around here?” Kaley asked. “Our contacts always said he won some sort of mansion off a former king of Bostonia, we were just never able to find it.”

“If it’s within walking distance,” Emma said, “you can fuck my face like it’s Scarlett.”

“Hey!” Scarlett objected.

“Walking distance,” Chad said. “Yes, right…” Hadn’t there been a road map in his possession when he’d searched himself earlier. He tried a few pockets, found it, unfolded it. “Now, where are we…?”

“Here,” Scarlett said, circling an area with her finger. “I was checking the GPS just before we got hit.”

The other women were pressing in around him as well, all examining his map. Chad was thinking this was proving to be a very good idea.

“There,” Emma said, pointing to an X nearby, penned in presumably by Chad himself earlier. “That has to be it.”

“Yeah,” Chad agreed. “Good eye.”

“Just a few miles’ walk. Let’s get going. I’d hate to be stuck out here when the zoners start throwing their rape parties.”

“Yeah. I’d hate that too,” Chad said, really hoping that X wasn’t just where the other Chad had had a good day birdwatching.

***

The X marked a dense thicket of a meadow, clogged with thorn bushes and low, squat trees. No sign of a mansion. They looked around anyway.

“If I were a mansion, where would I be?” Chad asked himself. It wasn’t a rhetorical question. The whatever it was had been hidden by him, so it made sense that he could figure it out. Just think: where would I put a mansion?

Well, he wouldn’t want just any asshole to be able to stumble on it. He’d hide it. He’d make it so he was the only one who could get inside. Like you had to punch in a code to get in. On a keypad that was hidden. Or…

Hadn’t he found a garage door opener on his person?

Feeling extremely foolish, Chad took it out and pressed the button.

With a great hydraulic burr, a section of thorn bush slid away, opening up a passage through what would’ve been impassible vines. Chad looked at the swath of earth that’d been uncovered. It wasn’t just dirt, it was a walled-in concrete staircase, like how you’d get into a—

“Fallout shelter,” Chad said.

And there was a keypad on the lock. Fortunately, it opened to the same password Chad used. He guessed his birthday was the same in any universe.

The inside of the shelter was cool, brightly lit once the lights flickered on, and well-furnished. It seemed to Chad like a number of the paintings on the walls were real, not prints, and largely to his own taste. He saw Kaley marveling at them.

“Mi casa es su casa,” he said.

“What?”

“Huh?”

General befuddlement from the ladies. Chad pushed his fist into an open palm. “Uhh, make yourselves at home.”

He guessed there wasn’t any Spanish spoken over here. Wouldn’t Donald Trump be disappointed to learn that Mexicans being around apparently prevented the Apocalypse?

“I’ve been threatened with death twice today—three times if we count the rover blowing up separately—so I’m going to get some sleep. You do you.”

Fortunately, the first door he went through led to a bedroom. He sprawled down on the bunk, kicking his boots off, the prospect of sex with Emma Watson all but forgotten. It certainly had been an adventure. The kind of thing he’d worry about taking years off his life, though he wasn’t sure if the strain on his heart transferred back to his home dimension body. Right now, he just wanted to rest. He wasn’t used to this adrenaline rush, or the crash it brought as it ran down.

Idly, Chad reached into his pocket and found a power bar waiting. He ate it quickly, realizing he’d never been so hungry in his life, then tossed the wrapper aside. There had to be easier ways to get a date than this.

Then Chad thought back over his life. No. Not really.

He heard the door open. Chad raised his head lazily. Oh, it was only Scarlett, holding her leather vest in her hands.

“Not even going for your gun?” she asked, grinning a little. “You don’t lack for confidence, do you?”

“…no?”

“Me neither.” Scarlett wore ripped blue jeans. As tight as they were, they went easily down her legs. She put them with her vest in a pile, then peeled off her shirt, kicked off her shoes, rolled off her socks, pushed down her panties. She stepped over them—they were pink—and got on the bed without another word to him.

“Are you sure you’ve got the right bed?” Chad asked.

“I know, you’re probably hot to get back to Red Bay and get those Council fuckers for everything they’ve done for us, but even with the cycles in the garage, we can’t move till daybreak. So, STAF.”

“STAF?” Chad asked.

“You weren’t in the Resistance? I thought for sure… it’s old jargon. Sit Tight And Fuck. Not like there’s any reason to wait for a third date now that the bombs’ve dropped.”

“No point whatsoever,” Chad agreed.

Now awakened, Chad wasted no time in taking charge. He was pretty sure that’s what Scarlett expected from him. He rolled over on top of her, kissing her, shaking his head with a laugh at the crazed situation, kissing her again, feeling her undo his belt and pull down his zipper and draw him out of his pants.

“Jesus,” Scarlett muttered. “That why they call you Longwood?”

“That, and it was my father’s name.”

“Guess I know what your mom saw in him.”

He lifted her slender legs up, pushing her feet up into the air, then leaning over her, hooking her slim ankles on his shoulders, his cock pressed into her slick opening. “What the hell are you doing?” Scarlett asked, her knees bent back until they touched the hardened tips of her breasts. “I’m folded in two.”

“What, don’t they have Cosmo around here?” Chad leaned further in, his shoulders pressing deeper into her knees so that her bare ass was raised off the bed, the cheeks spread apart and the lips of her pink cunt gaping open. “Trust me, you’ll love it.”

And he pushed himself up into her juicy snatch, filling her cunt with hardness, her groan assuring him he wasn’t a liar.

“Ohhh, God, can’t believe how big your cock is! Can’t believe it fits!” Scarlett gasped. Because of the angle, his cock went even deeper than it usually would. Scarlett tightened her ankles around his neck, her lower back inching up off the bed. “I’ve never felt anyone so deep!”

Chad’s hands were on either side of her head, holding himself up as he drove himself down and down and down into her pussy. “If I’d known all it took to make friends with you was a stiff dick in your cunt, I would’ve whipped it out a long time ago!”

“I would’ve let you!”

Groaning in arousal, Chad began stroking his rigid cock in and out of Scarlett, raking her knees over her breasts with every slow thrust, making her tits slide over her chest, jiggle and bounce for his hungry eyes. He went fast, faster, shoving himself into her as far as his hot cock would reach, her bountiful breasts heaving higher than ever with the thrusts of his hips.

With her knees in her tits and her heels behind Chad’s shoulder, Scarlett strained to spread herself wider and somehow take more of his cock. She moaned with the pleasure she was getting already, her voluptuous body trembling around the deepening penetration of her tight cunt.

Scarlett breathed shakily, swallowed hard. “Fuck, I love fucking! Especially when it’s a fat cock like yours! Oh! Once my pussy’s full, all I can think about is coming!”

She clutched at his forearms with both hands, holding to him tightly while he pounded his cock into her dripping cleft. Watching between the cleavage of her bounding tits, she could see Chad’s thick cock disappearing inside of her, the engorged shaft glistening with her juices every time it ran back out.

Chad spun them around, throwing his legs off the side of the bed and planting them on the floor, then pulling Scarlett to the edge of the bed. Braced and standing over her, he rammed his cock repeatedly into her juicy pussy, the hairs of his crotch and thighs announcing his presence against the rounded cheeks of her upthrust ass, his balls swinging back and forth against her taint. He pressed her legs down even further.

“Oh God, your cock’s going in even deeper!” Scarlett declared breathily. “It’s fucking all of me! You’re fucking all of me!”

Already panting for breath, Chad plunged himself relentlessly into her gripping sex, addicted to how his throbbing cockhead kept parting and filling the wet space inside her, stretching her open every time, making her cunt suck at his shaft as he pumped into her.

Scarlett tried to straighten her legs, but couldn’t, only making the backs of her thighs strain wildly. She jerked beneath Chad’s hammering penetration of her, her wet pussy taking every thick inch of him, still hungering for more.

“Is my cunt wet enough for you?” Scarlett gasped, even more turned on as she felt the wetness of her arousal dripping down into the crevice of her ass. “Is it wet enough and hot enough and tight enough to make you come, you bastard? Is it? Is it!?”

“It is,” Chad moaned, tucking his chin in and driving himself into her quivering cunt with renewed force, his hips whipping back and forth, his nuts hitting her squirming ass like a wrecking ball. “But not yet!”

Pushing her legs down deep into her flesh, bringing his face right up against hers so she could see the lust in his eyes, Chad slid his hands in and grabbed both of her sweaty breasts. He squeezed them, swollen nipples protruding between his fingers. And as Scarlett moaned at that sweet pressure suddenly consuming her from another direction, Chad jammed his twitching cock even harder up her snatch.

The tendons in Scarlett’s firmly rounded thighs strained like they would snap, her leg muscles quivering. Still she jerked her ass up and down, feeling her shoulders crammed into the mattress, Chad’s weight on her making it impossible to squirm the way she would have usually. Somehow, that made her orgasm even more intense. The climax ravaged through her with an instantaneous intensity, and then Scarlett laid still. Her limp body felt powerless. Her lips moved soundlessly. And deep inside her, tremors of pleasure continued.

Chad pulled out of her. His cock was still hard. “Where do you want it this time? In your mouth, your ass, or back in your cunt?”

Before Scarlett could answer, the door swung open again. This time Emma Watson stood in the doorway. The beauty stared at the nude couple, her whole body rigid with surprise before it phased into determination. “No wonder you didn’t make a pass at me!” she said to Chad accusingly. Then her gaze swiveled to Scarlett. “And no wonder you aren’t eating me out right now!”

And then she took off her uniform. Her flak jacket, her tee, her jean shorts. Her pert tits jiggled into view, nipples already hard with anticipation. Her panties were last to go, but by then Chad barely noticed her shaven pussy, the heart-shaped tattoo on her inner thigh. She was suddenly on the bed, suddenly lying next to him, suddenly pulling Scarlett by the hair.

“Suck my pussy,” Emma ordered, her voice rough and guttural in a way Chad found unspeakably arousing. She lay back, spreading her slender thighs, her cunt glistening with wetness. “You’ve had his dick already; time for some cunt.”

With an aroused sigh, Scarlett got on her hands and knees between Emma’s legs. She could see the labia trembling, the inner flesh pulsating with need, her clit extended into hunger that quivered and throbbed. Emma dug her heels into the bed and pushed her crotch up, making it so easy for Scarlett to get to it that she practically shoved it in the punk’s face. Emma jerked with a muffled groan as Scarlett obediently ate what she was fed.

“Mmmmm,” Emma moaned, trembling. “Lick my pussy… put your tongue all over it… good, good… now suck it. Suck my cunt hard! MMMMM!”

Probing into Emma’s dripping wetness with her tongue, Scarlett slid her hands under the cheeks of Emma’s tight little ass, lifting Emma even higher off the bed—easy, with her muscles and Emma’s sylph-like body. She crushed the offered pussy against her lips, sucked at it like there was no taste better.

While Scarlett’s moist lips played with Emma’s quivering labia, Chad reared up. He got on his knees behind Scarlett’s perfectly rounded ass, taking her voluminous hips in his hands. Pressing himself behind her, he pushed his cock against her cunt, then into it, taking her from behind.

“Ohh!” Scarlett gasped into Emma’s cunt. “God, Chad, your prick—!”

“My cunt!” Emma retorted, and pushed Scarlett back between her legs.

Lined three in a row, Chad fucked Scarlett Johansson from behind while she ate Emma Watson’s pussy.

He wasn’t regretting this invention at all, which was more than he could say for Candy Crush.

Balancing on his knees, Chad wrapped his arms around Scarlett’s hips and shifted his weight onto her back, cramming his throbbing dick deeper into her hot cunt. Shuddering violent, Scarlett spread her knees wider on the bed, pushing her naked ass out to Chad so that her slick cunt opened, took the strokes of his cock with even greater ease.

In a frenzy of motion, he pistoned himself in and out of her gripping, his groin smacking punishingly against the cheeks of her ass, the front of his thighs pressing into the backs of hers. And as if his delving cock left less room in Scarlett, her tongue speared further out, going farther into Emma’s quivering sex. Emma moaned with satisfaction as Scarlett’s unbound tongue lapped wetly all over her crotch, into her pussy, seeming to move over everything in Scarlett’s ardor. Until Scarlett couldn’t take anymore, resting her head against the landing strip on Emma’s groin, trying to catch her breath even as she was compelled to shout out filthy encouragement.

“Ream my cunt out! Shit, your cock feels even bigger when you fuck me from behind!”

“Yeah, fuck her!” Emma agreed, fondling her breasts with her own hands, pumping her hips up and down into Scarlett’s eager face. “Push it up her cunt! Give it to her harder! You’re getting me hot as hell!” Her juices flowing, she ground her pussy against Scarlett’s mouth, assaulting her with a series of jerking thrusts, her sweaty thighs straining and twitching into the pleasure Scarlett gave her.

It was more than Chad could take, especially after the delicious interlude of having Scarlett all to himself. He came first, his cock quivering uncontrollably and then firing, pumping cum into Scarlett. At the moment of orgasm, he drove his stiff manhood so far up her cunt that she screamed into Emma’s pussy, her knees falling open on the bed, her strong back arching.

“Take my cum!” Chad gasped, still fucking into Scarlett with stroke after ramming stroke from his spurting dick. “Take everything in my balls! Suck it out of me with that hot goddamn pussy!”

Then it was Scarlett’s turn to come. She couldn’t take the rush of hot, teeming cum inside her pussy and still hold back. With Chad hunched over her ass, driving a frenzy of thrusts and ejaculations into her oversensitive cunt, Scarlett screamed herself hoarse.

While Chad shot his sticky load deep inside of Scarlett, Emma stiffened, clamping her hot thighs around the punk’s head. Squirming, she groaned as Scarlett’s orgasmic scream finished her off, making climax burst within her: hips jerking forward, legs tensing, pert ass shuddering up off the bed. Scarlett wiggled her hips all over, pumping her ass like a maniac. And Chad kept pumping his cock. Even when there was nothing left to fire, it stayed remarkably hard, extending Scarlett’s finish for what felt like hours.

After grinding their bodies together wildly, all three of them sank down, scattering in an odd sigil of naked bodies, exhausted whimpers and pleased groans making up an unconscious chorus of satisfaction.

“So this is where you all were!” Kaley declared, standing over them. Chad hadn’t even heard her come in. Or undress. “I can’t believe you didn’t even let me watch.”

“We left the cameras on,” Scarlett said.

“I left the cameras on,” Emma retorted. “You were going to keep him all to yourself.”

“I didn’t know he was so big at the time. I didn’t know there’d be enough for all of us.”

“Even me?” Kaley asked pleadingly.

Emma eyed her with a grin. “Kaley, Chad’s made an awful big mess…” Her eyes flittered down Scarlett’s body. “Down there, you know? As a guest in his house, would you be so kind as to clean up after him?”

“Yeah,” Scarlett giggled. “Your tongue isn’t numb like ours.”

Kaley stared, blinking wide eyes like she couldn’t believe the offer. Scarlett spread her thighs, giving Kaley a mouth-watering view of her pussy. She dipped her fingers inside herself, into a space occupied only by cum, her fingers tips darting salaciously in and out, now dripping with seed.

“It’s all hot and creamy,” she panted, her voice dropping into a low, seductive tone. “I want you to clean it up for me, right now. I can’t put on my panties when there’s so much cum in me. I want you to give me pussy a good cleaning with your tongue.”

Kaley still stared at her, shocked and excited to see Scarlett, always so tough and combative, suddenly acting like a purring sex kitten. She adjusted her glasses, then stretched out on her stomach between Scarlett’s legs. Chad watched eagerly, gaping as she pressed her mouth to Scarlett’s throbbing pussy. Then Kaley started licking and lapping, sluicing her tongue up and down the much-abused folds of Scarlett’s pussy, licking up Chad’s own cum.

“There’s a good girl, Kaley.” While Scarlett moaned, Emma took over the dirty talk. “You like eating pussy, don’t you? And we love it when you eat pussy…”

Kaley was too busy licking and sucking to reply. She thrust her tongue deep between the pouting lips of Scarlett’s labia, shamelessly sucking the seed from the depths of her sex. It tasted delicious—almost as good as Scarlett’s own juices. Scarlett held her head and rocked her ass slowly, fucking her well-pleased sex on Kaley’s face. Kaley followed it, mouth plastered to Scarlett’s womanhood, working away until Scarlett’s horny little hole gleamed only with Kaley’s saliva and her own copious juices.

Kaley moved her lips higher, sucking directly on Scarlett’s clit. Johansson whimpered, holding even more tightly to Kaley’s head, keeping those wonderful lips, that magnificent tongue exactly where she wanted it. But, as much as Kaley delighted her, her perpetually oversexed mind was already straying to another fantasy.

She wanted Chad to fuck Kaley Cuoco, just like he’d fucked her while she ate out Emma.

And Chad’s cock was getting hard again…