Emma and Emma Do Ibiza

Note- This is not a portrayal of actual events. None of this ever occurred. Also, for those who are not sure. Raducanu is nineteen years of age.

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Emma Watson screamed out as her lover once again plugged her pussy with his big dick. She strummed her sensitive clit to achieve yet another mind-blowing orgasm. Her youthful lover thrust in and out of her hard and fast, practically slamming the slender actress into the soft mattress. He buried himself balls deep in her sopping muff and she held onto his arms and shoulders as she shuddered from her climax. He was ten years younger than she and he had that virility that came with his tender age. His cock was still hard and embedded inside her, but he hadn't cum yet. And Emma smiled as she knew he would be starting again momentarily. She had met the well hung Spaniard two years before, when he had just turned nineteen, and she tried to hook up with him whenever she visited Ibiza.

"Fuck me again."

"Si, Senorita."

She tilted her head back as Juan kissed her throat and began to give her slow, but assured pelvic thrusts. His tight butt clenched and he dug his toes in as he rose and fell atop of the grateful English rose.

x

One day earlier.

Emma Raducanu settled in seat two, row two in the business section of the Iberia Airbus flight from Madrid to Ibiza.

She had taken the opportunity to take a break from her hectic schedule to try to relax in some well earned sunshine.

Born 13 November 2002, Emma had been a British professional tennis player for less than a year, yet was the reigning US Open champion and the first British woman to win a Grand Slam singles title since Virginia Wade in the 1977 Wimbledon Championships.

Emma had been born in Toronto but raised in London from age five. She made her WTA Tour debut in June 2021. With a wildcard entry at Wimbledon, ranked outside the top 300, she reached the fourth round in her first major tournament. At the US Open two months later, she became the first singles qualifier in the Open Era to win a Grand Slam title, beating Leylah Fernandez in the final without dropping a set in the tournament. She owed her stunning looks and superb physical shape to the heritage of her parents. Her father had been born in Bucharest, Romania, and her mother in Shenyang, China.

Emma had become an overnight sensation, and had collected a number of lucrative advertising deals worth millions in an incredibly short space of time.

"Hi. I'm the window seat."

"Sure."

The dark haired tennis pro got up so that the woman in the aisle could access her seat. Once seated, both females did a double take.

"EMMA!" They both chorused together.

"Emma Watson! Oh, wow. I've been a big fan of yours ever since I was little. I love all the Potter books and films."

"And you're Emma Raducanu. So pleased to meet you. I was in New York when you won the Open. It really was..."

"The Fairytale of New York. I know."

"Are you staying in Ibiza?"

"Yeah. Just two days and then I hook up with my coaching team back in Madrid. I'm staying at the Nobu Hotel in Ibiza Bay."

"Me too! Oh, you're going to love it there. I come out here every Summer. The rooms and food are great, and they have a tennis court. Hey! Maybe you could give me a few lessons?"

"I'd be happy to."

"Great. This trip is going to be so much fun."

They settled back for the ninety minute flight and got to know each other better. Their conversation felt easy, as if between old friends rather than a first time meet.

x

It was the afternoon of the first day as Emma W and Emma R sat

in the hotel cafe by the pool deck. After two Summers that can only be described as damp squibs, it was wonderful to feel the warm Mediterranean sun warm their skin and lift their spirits. Both were drinking pomegranate juice and enjoying a snack. Emma R grabbed her oozing pastry with the swirls of chocolate that was already melting in the hot sunshine.

Her new friend was biting into her Pain Suisse au chocolat which was even more chocolate-y.

"Pure bliss."

They had just finished a session of tennis and both were happy and content.

The thirty-two year old Emma oozed confidence with every pore. She wore shorts and a black biker crop top with a light blue hat embroidered with a white heart design. The top sowed off her toned stomach and abs perfectly. The actress also wore brown-rimmed sunglasses and had her hair tucked into a low bun that poked out from the bottom of her hat. She completed her look with grey sneakers.

She looked at the other Emma, who stood tall at a height of five feet and nine inches. She had a perfectly shaped, fit body that weighed around fifty-one kilos. Both her eyes and hair were dark brown in colour, which contrasted well with her white Tottenham Hotspur soccer jersey and matching shorts.

"You look so fit."

"Thanks."

Emma explained that she kept her well-maintained body by doing frequent exercise. Her body type is athletic and her body slim.

She sighed as she munched blissfully on her pastry.

"I daren't eat too many of these, though."

"Tell me about it. So, do you have a boyfriend? Or maybe girlfriend?"

"No! No. Never have the time these days."

"But you have dated before?"

The younger Emma blushed.

"Sure. I've had my moments. I fooled around some when I was a bit younger. But the boys were so immature."

"I know. I had the same trouble when I turned eighteen. Now, I like to make up for lost time and get away to Ibiza every year."

She put a hand beside her cheek and whispered.

"I have a secret boy toy out here called Juan. He's such a darling, and he knows how to push my buttons. Heaven. I'm seeing him tonight and I can't wait to get laid!"

"Right."

"I call him Crispy, he's so hot! He's my Spanish spicy sausage!"

Emma laughed at her own joke.

"Oh, the sex is so steamy, and he always leaves me hungry for more."

"Uh, huh. Hey. I have that latest copy of Elle magazine with my interviews in it. I should bring it up."

"Thanks. Well, I'm going over to the locker room to shower."

"I'll catch you up."

x

Emma slipped out of the shower stall a half hour later and grabbed a white fluffy towel from the hook. She caught a glimpse of herself in a full length mirror and liked what she saw. A slim figure with medium but perky breasts looked back at her. Her arms and legs were slender, her feet small and her cute bottom was firm of buttock. She had chosen to shave her mound for the trip and her pink clitoral hood was conspicuous atop of her puffy labia which sat enticingly between her upper legs.

As she dried herself off, she heard another taking a shower, three stalls along from hers.

"Emma?"

She silently peered around the corner and saw the tender tennis player cleansing herself. Emma R had that classic athletic body type. That being long legs, small hips, flat stomach and medium sized tits. Emma W watched from a distance at the open doored stall as the black haired beauty soaped up her skin. Body, boobs, belly and butt crack, followed by her thighs and Mons pubis. A foamy pool floated at her feet and swirled down the drain. She lathered and rinsed again and then paid more attention to her pussy.

"She's gorgeous!"

Emma R lifted her left leg out and brushed her black pubed mound with a soapy film, tracing out circles, around and around. Then she moaned audibly she stuck her middle finger inside her inner folds and started to frig herself. She then let the shower head direct its hot spray between her parted thighs and her pussy was splashed perfectly.

"Oh...my."

The forceful jet of water drenched her dark pubic region and her clit throbbed and swelled. Emma W fidgeted and hopped on the floor as her own pussy tingled and moistened. Emma felt a flush of intrigue, a shiver of sexual excitement, as she too rubbed her sex as her arousal kicked in.

She focused on the other Emma who now had her back to her. The girl's cute ass swayed from side to side with an erotic rolling as she humped her hand innocently.

"That is so hot!"

The actress licked her lips and her right hand found its place between her legs where she rubbed her slit gently. Her hand traced out a circle around her outer lips and brushed her clit. She rubbed harder, pressing two fingers into her soft petals which easily parted as her free hand pinched her rock hard nipples. Her moans began to get louder and she had to cover her mouth with her hand in order to stifle them.

"Is there somebody there?"

Emma managed to compose herself and quietly slipped away as the other looked out. She was now looking forward even more to her date with Juan that night.

x

Emma R had been excited to meet one of her favourite actresses in the flesh. This was turning out to be quite the trip. She took the lift from her floor and walked the short distance to her new friends room.

However, when she stepped up to the door and was about knock, the door had been left ajar. For her? She heard a feminine laugh from within. Emma was apparently in. She entered cautiously and looked around the main room. God. Emma W was as untidy as she was. Clothing and shoes were just tossed onto the floor and there were two unfinished glasses of wine on the glass topped table. One of which had toppled over.

"Where is she?"

Emma ventured inside further and followed the sounds of what seemed to be two people. As she peeked inside the bedroom she gasped at the sight of Emma whose legs were wrapped tightly around her boyfriend's waist as he laid on top of her and thrust in rapidly.

Her smallish breasts bounced with each thrust of her hips, and her horny moans filled the air as her boyfriend's cock slid in and out of her pussy.

She was a million miles away from her innocent do-gooder character she so often portrayed on film. She wore a sultry lace slip in pink that had rucked up to her waist and the right strap had loosened to let the guy suck on her bare breast.

"Wow!"

How large he was. How swollen was his dark hued shaft that glistened with Emma's juices in the dull lamp light. Never had she seen such an image. The sight of the man's magnificent cock excited her more than she had words to express. How she wanted to touch it, hold it, to have it plow up between her splayed out legs.

The dark haired filly stared and stared, envious of Emma, and the generous proportions of his stiff prick. He was all brute force and masculinity as she scrutinised his stunning nude form that silhouetted by the shadow casting bedside lamps.

"Oh, shit!"

Emma started from where she stood as he turned his head and saw her looking. He stopped in mid-stroke, seemingly oblivious to her presence, or maybe proud and smug in showing off his sculpted perfection, he turned from her and back to the business in hand. That being banging the shit out of Emma Watson, who remained on her back with legs parted and arched.

He was like a machine. Relentless in the delivery of his measured strokes.

Emma R was riveted by the Spaniard's buttocks and the depth of his muscled back.

Her hand wound it's way up her dress and she cupped her heated snatch that had dampened her undies. Emma W raised her bare legs and wrapped them around his lower back, thereby drawing him in deeper.

"Yes, oh yes! There!"

Emma cried out She twisted as the bed rocked beneath her. For nearly a minute she panted and took in deep breaths.

"You."

Both Emma and Juan sat up and stared at the extra person in the room.

"Sorry, I'm so sorry. I was just..."

"Emma! Don't go. Stay."

Juan stood up and folded his arms. His erection was still potent and jutted up from his trimmed back groin with an almost evil intent.

Emma R was somewhat confused and at a loss of what to do next.

"Care to join us? I guarantee you won't regret it."

"What? No!" Although young Emma spoke the words her body said, yes please.

And, just as she opened her mouth, a hot pair of lips met with hers and a thrusting tongue assaulted the inside of her mouth.

It was then Emma relented. The two kissed like long lost lovers, and Juan's rampant cock pushed at her in invitation.

Her breasts pressed into his chest which did not yield, he was so ripped. With their mouths locked in an intense kiss, his hands worked behind her back and he dragged the zip of her dress down all the way. Her breasts were thus exposed, and Emma W noted how each tit had hard rosy points.

"Your breasts are terrific."

Emma R did have a superb set. They had a special firmness that ensured they always remained in the exact same position.

Juan dived onto her left breast first, licking and sucking it with a venom. His hand played her other breast, pinching and pulling at the nipple.

He kissed his way down her naked body to her navel. He then pulled off her sodden panties which she duly stepped out of. He looked the dark eyed beauty in the eyes and Emma experienced a delicious warmth in her loins as he traced his fingertips with an infinite slowness over the gentle swell of her belly. He then began a slow slide up the outside of her thighs, tweaking the firmness of the athletic muscles underneath her soft flesh. By the time he reached her mound, Emma was writhing on the spot and groaning in anticipation.

Pinpricks of sweat broke out on her tender body as his questing fingers led in to her black nest. The insides of her thighs twitched as he found her juices dampening her pubes.

"This is going to be good." Observed Emma W as her youthful lover maneuvered Emma R onto the bed and started to kiss her all over.

He then parted her never ending legs and licked the inside of her right thigh. As she sucked in air through flared nostrils, he swept his tongue up her left thigh until his settled his head between her legs.

Emma W tore her slip off and scooched up and went over close enough to see Juan lapping away merrily.

His hands reached beneath her buttocks, his palms filling with her flesh and bringing her up so that he could glide up and down her vertical slit. Her fingers became entwined in his thick, wiry hair as she shuddered and twisted on her back.

"This is so nice."

Emma R was consumed by new feelings, feelings that had laid dormant until now. Her new desires were unleashed as she confronted her womanhood. Delightful sensations shot through her as his lips licked and worked on her labia. Then he peppered her clit with numerous butterfly kisses as he fingered her at the same time. His warm hand covered her belly as he planted his lips on her aching button and left it there. As she came so he lapped up her juices, leaving the girl quivering and spent.

"Make way."

The older of the two stroked his shaft a few times while dribbling saliva down from the huge helmet. A stream of spit ran down until it reached her hand at the root. Then she encircled the head fully in her and purred.

"I like how he tastes."

Emma R now noted how nicely formed Juan was. A bit over seven inches long and quite thick at the mushrooming head. He was undoubtedly the biggest she had seen in the flesh.

She watched Emma W with interest as she took him in deeper with each loud suck. Her hand moved to the base and she squeezed as she sucked. She was no novice as she rolled her tongue around it.

"Ever sucked a cock before, babe?"

Emma R just shook her head and smiled.

"Come on."

Her hand was placed on Juan's hot stalk and she enclosed it in her fist.

"Imagine you're holding a tennis racquet."

Watson rubbed his cock with her hand guiding Emma's.

Her head came down to kiss his smooth crown.

"Now you."

Raducanu looked Emma in the eyes and then stared at Juan's huge knob. She parted her lips and took it into her mouth, sucking on it as if it were a popsicle. She continued to glide her hand up and down and noted how his skin moved along the stiff organ.

Emma W gently pushed on the top of the others head, encouraging her to swallow up a further inch or two of hot cock.

The young tennis pro had never encountered such a taste and as she savoured the unusual saltiness, the tingling between her thighs built up once more.

"She's a fast learner, isn't she Crispy?"

Raducanu was humming now, as she bobbed her head up and down on half of his length. Watson rolled his balls in the palm of her hand and felt them tighten. Emma R slobbered noisily, not used to having her mouth so full. She backed off and spit ran down her chin to her heaving tits.

"He's ready."

As was Emma R. She needed that cock in her. Badly.

Juan lifted up and he and young Emma kissed hungrily as he guided his stiffness to her pussy entrance. Although thoroughly wet with desire, she wondered if he would even fit inside her. He eased in, inch by inch, and her fluids flowed around his shaft as it sank up her.

He looked down on the beautiful tanned female whose face was filled with expectation.

"Isn't he something?" Cooed the other Emma as she stroked her lovers arm.

Emma Raducanu wrapped her arms around him tightly as they kissed and he groaned into her mouth as he enjoyed how her pussy contracted on his cock. She stroked the length of his back, down to the base of his spine, and then back to his tight buttocks. His thighs continued to rise and fall between her outstretched legs as he began to pound in and out.

He adrenalin rush beat anything she had felt on a tennis court.

Emma W moved on the bed to get a better view of Juan in her pussy.

"He's forcing you wide open. Wow!"

This was indeed true. He was so big inside the slim girl that he filled her. Her body moved under him and Juan responded with faster thrusts.

He lifted up and placed Emma R's legs over his shoulders so that her firm butt was up off the bed.

Her weight was on her shoulders and she was in a completely vulnerable position as he showed her who was in control.

He was ramming on more vigorously now, pulling all the way out so that only his tip was inserted in her, and then slamming back up, making his balls slap audibly on her ass.

"Easy, Crispy. She has Wimbledon soon. We don't want to put her back out again."

He out and Emma W straddled him. She started rubbing the head of his cock up and down her vulva, just barely penetrating her. With a smile, she lowered her pussy onto his shaft and sat for several seconds with him fully inserted in her quim. When he finally thrust his hips upwards, she started to move too.

He watched as his cock glided up into her pussy and her bottom rippled as she moved her hips to and fro. Juan grabbed onto her cheeks and held them in a firm grip as she twitched and sank onto his divine cock.

"Oh! I love that initial feeling when he goes inside me. Sooo good."

Her pussy lips spread around his stalk, all wet and slippery.

Emma sat proud on his lap, reveling in the sensation of her pussy expanding around his considerable girth.

Her cute bottom kissed his upper thighs as she took in his throbbing prick The weight of her body, albeit slight, impaled her further down his length.

"How do you do that?" Wondered the young tennis player.

Emma W grunted, her mouth dry and bereft of words. Slick with her love juices, she slammed down again and again, bouncing against his upper thighs, grinding her pussy on him and rubbing her clit against his pubic bone.

She dipped her head and looked her lover directly in the eyes.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"

Her gyrations became more urgent, as she fucked him harder. Her hips were a blur as her climax hit her and she gripped his cock with her pussy as it rippled with orgasmic pulses.

She squirmed once too often, and she fell to one side, his dick slipping out of her with a pop.

"You. This."

Juan indicated with a rotation of his finger for the tennis pro to get down on her hands and knees.

She was not expecting this as she complied. Emma lowered her head and raised her cute derriere up in the air.