The MILF Next Door (Ch. 9 - Wrong Hole) (Patreon)

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The afternoon sun beat down on the Grangers' back garden, casting everything in that lazy golden haze that made Harry want to do nothing more than sink deeper into his lawn chair and let the world drift by. A gentle breeze rustled through the hedges, carrying with it the scent of freshly cut grass and the roses climbing the neighbour's fence, and Harry found himself utterly content for the first time since arriving at the Granger household.

He'd managed to snag Daniel's copy of the morning paper before the man had retreated inside to catch some cricket match on the telly, and now Harry was doing his absolute best to focus on the article about council roadworks rather than thinking about the two insatiable women who seemed determined to drain him dry before the summer was out. Hermione had disappeared upstairs for a shower ages ago, the sound of running water still audible through the open bathroom window, and Emma had vanished somewhere into the house shortly after, leaving Harry blessed peace.

Finally, Harry thought, turning the page with a satisfied sigh. A moment to myself without someone trying to sit on my cock.

"Whatchu reading?"

The voice came from directly above him, and Harry startled so badly that he nearly dropped the newspaper. He looked up, and the words he'd been about to say died in his throat.

Emma was leaning over him, her arms braced on either side of his chair, and she'd changed since he'd last seen her. Gone were the tiny shorts and crop top from breakfast, replaced by a loose, flowing summer dress covered in cheerful pink and white flowers. On anyone else it might have looked innocent, the kind a respectable mother might wear to a garden party or a Sunday brunch.

On Emma Granger, it was absolutely obscene.

The neckline was loose, the fabric light and breezy, and as she leaned forward to peer at his newspaper, the front of the dress drooped away from her body entirely, spilling the full, heavy weight of her magnificent tits into glorious view down the gaping neckline. They hung there, completely bare and utterly perfect, swaying gently as she leaned, those dusty pink nipples on full display just past the edge of his newspaper.

Harry's mouth went dry. The article he'd been reading, something about a rise in petrol prices, suddenly seemed very far away indeed.

"E-Emma," he managed, his eyes fixed helplessly on those gorgeous tits swaying tantalisingly before his face. "What are you—"

"Hush," she murmured, plucking the newspaper from his unresisting fingers and tossing it aside onto the grass. "I'm not interrupting anything important."

Before Harry could protest, and honestly he wasn't sure he even wanted to, Emma had turned around and settled herself into his lap, her back pressing against his chest, her magnificent arse grinding down against his crotch through the thin fabric of his trousers. The loose dress pooled around her thighs, riding up with each deliberate little wiggle of her hips, and Harry could already feel himself hardening against the warm weight of her.

"You know," Emma said conversationally, rolling her hips in a slow circle that made Harry groan, "I've been thinking all morning about how unfair you were to me earlier."

"Unfair?" Harry croaked, his hands moving instinctively to grip her hips, feeling the heat of her skin through the thin floral fabric. "How was I unfair?"

Emma pouted. "You filled up my daughter's pretty little pussy with all that lovely, thick cum of yours," she whined, grinding back against his rapidly stiffening cock, "and what did I get? Just your seed all over my face. Not a single drop inside where it belongs."

Fuck, Harry thought, his cock now fully hard and straining against his trousers, pressed up against the cleft of her arse through the layers of fabric between them. The memory of that morning flashed through his mind, of Emma and Hermione kneeling before him, tongues out, as he painted their beautiful faces white. It had been unbelievably hot at the time, but apparently Emma had been left wanting more.

"Emma," Harry hissed, glancing nervously toward the house, "your husband is right inside. He could come out at any moment."

"Daniel's watching his cricket," Emma dismissed, her hips never stopping their maddening circular motion. "He won't move for at least an hour. And Hermione's still in the shower, I can hear the water running. We have plenty of time for you to give me what I need."

Her hand snaked down between them, and Harry felt her fingers fumbling with his zip. The sound of it opening seemed impossibly loud in the quiet garden, and then her warm fingers were wrapping around his shaft, drawing his throbbing cock free from the confines of his trousers.

The cool air hit his overheated flesh for just a moment before Emma's fingers began stroking him, slow and deliberate, spreading the bead of moisture that had already gathered at his tip along his length. Harry's head fell back against the chair, a groan escaping his lips.

"That's it," Emma purred, lifting her hips slightly as she angled his cock beneath her. The hem of her sundress fell around them like a tent, hiding everything from view even as Harry felt the unmistakable wet heat of her bare pussy pressing against his tip.

And then she sank down, and Harry's entire world narrowed to the exquisite sensation of her cunt swallowing his cock inch by glorious inch. She was drenched, absolutely sopping, her arousal coating him as she took him deeper, her walls stretching around his girth with a familiarity that made it clear just how much she'd been thinking about this all morning.

"Oh, fuck," Emma breathed, bottoming out with a satisfied sigh, her arse flush against his pelvis. "That's exactly what I needed. Your big, fat cock splitting me open."

She didn't waste any time. Emma began to bounce in his lap, rising up until just his tip remained inside her greedy cunt before dropping back down to take him to the hilt. The floral sundress fluttered around her thighs with each movement, hiding the obscene reality of what was happening beneath its cheerful fabric from anyone who might glance their way.

Harry's hands found her hips again, guiding her movements, feeling the way her body rippled with each impact. The sounds she was making were positively filthy, wet squelching noises mixing with her breathy little moans, and Harry couldn't help but thrust up to meet her each time she came down, driving himself even deeper into her welcoming heat.

"Harder," Emma demanded, reaching up to tug at the neckline of her dress. The fabric gave way easily, sliding down to bunch at her waist, and suddenly her magnificent tits were free, bouncing wildly with each roll of her hips. "Touch them, Harry. Put your hands on my tits while you fuck me."

Harry didn't need to be told twice. His hands slid up from her hips, over the soft swell of her stomach, until they found those glorious, heavy breasts. He cupped them, feeling their weight settle into his palms, the nipples already stiff against his fingers as he began to knead and squeeze, pulling at those sensitive peaks in the way he knew drove her wild.

"Yes!" Emma cried, louder than was probably wise given their situation, her head falling back against his shoulder as she ground down against him. "Just like that! Oh, God, Harry, your cock feels so good inside me!"

They were racing toward the edge now, both of them too worked up, too desperate after the morning's teasing, to draw this out any longer. Harry could feel his balls tightening, could feel that familiar pressure building at the base of his spine, and from the way Emma's pussy was clenching around him, fluttering and gripping, she was just as close.

"Please," Emma begged, her hips moving faster, more erratically, chasing her release with single-minded determination. "Please, Harry, I need it! Fill me up! Give me your seed, I need to feel you cum inside me, I need—"

The back door of the house swung open.

Harry's blood ran cold as Daniel Granger stepped out onto the patio, a glass of lemonade in one hand and a biscuit in the other, squinting against the afternoon sun as he made his way toward the empty lawn chair opposite them. Harry's hands shot up from her hips, yanking the bunched fabric of her dress up to cover her bare tits before Daniel could get an eyeful.

"Bugger, it's warm out here," Daniel remarked cheerfully, completely oblivious to the fact that his wife was currently impaled on Harry's cock a few feet away from him. "What are you two up to then?"

"Pull out!" Harry hissed urgently against Emma's ear, his hands moving to her hips, trying to lift her off him before her husband got close enough to see what was really happening beneath that innocent-looking sundress.

"No!" Emma hissed back, her pussy clenching down around him with almost vindictive force. "I need it in! You promised!"

"I didn't promise anything, you mad woman!"

"I'm so close, Harry, please, just—"

Daniel was settling into his chair now, sighing contentedly as he stretched out his legs, and Harry made a split-second decision. He hauled Emma upward with all his strength, his cock slipping free of her sopping cunt with an obscene squelch that he prayed was masked by the sound of Daniel's chair creaking.

But Emma, stubborn as ever, chose that exact moment to drop her hips back down.

And Harry's cock, slick with her juices and positioned precisely nowhere near where it had been before, found a very different entrance.

Emma's eyes went wide as his thick head pressed against her puckered hole, and then she was sinking down, gravity and momentum taking over, and Harry felt the impossibly tight ring of her arsehole stretching around him as he speared into her virgin back passage.

"Oh, fuck!" Emma screamed, her voice echoing across the garden with enough volume to startle birds from the nearby trees. "Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!"

This is it, Harry thought desperately, his hands gripping Emma's hips as her arse clenched around his cock. We're caught. Daniel's going to murder me. I'm going to die with my cock up his wife's arse.

But Daniel merely glanced over with a mildly concerned expression. "All right there, love? Pulled something?"

Emma wasn't in pain. She was cumming, harder than Harry had ever felt her cum before. The sudden, brutal stretch of his cock forcing its way up her arse had detonated something inside her, and now her whole body was thrashing in his lap, her thighs shaking, her arse spasming and gripping down on him in wave after wave as the most violent orgasm of her life tore through her.

"J-just—oh fuck—just a cramp!" Emma managed to gasp out, her pussy clenching on nothing while her arse spasmed wildly around Harry's invading cock. "M-my back—stretching—oh God, oh FUCK!"

"You should get Harry to help you with that," Daniel said, nodding sagely as he took a bite of his biscuit. "Strong lad like him, good for loosening up tight muscles. Be a dear and help stretch her out, will you, Harry?"

Harry's brain went blank.

He looked down at where Emma's sundress was draped over their laps, hiding the obscene reality of his cock buried deep in her arse, at the way her body was still trembling with the aftershocks of her explosive orgasm, at her husband sitting there completely oblivious across the garden.

Stretch her out, Harry thought hysterically. He wants me to stretch her out.

The taboo of it all, the sheer wrongness of the situation, sent a dark thrill racing up Harry's spine. His cock throbbed inside Emma's impossibly tight rear passage, and he made a decision that was probably going to send him straight to whatever wizarding hell existed.

"Of course, Mr Granger," Harry said, his voice remarkably steady given the circumstances. "I'd be delighted to help stretch your wife out."

His hands slid down Emma's trembling thighs, and then, before she could react, he hooked his forearms under her knees and lifted. Emma gasped as her legs rose, up and up, until her knees were practically pressed against her ears, her body folding in half in his lap, the position causing her to sink another inch onto his cock.

"Oh, God," Emma whimpered, her voice barely a whisper now, her eyes rolling back as she felt him press deeper into her most forbidden hole. "Harry, what are you—"

"Stretching you out," Harry murmured against her ear, his cock throbbing inside her. "Just like your husband asked."

The new position was obscene. With her legs folded up like this, Emma's arse was completely open to him, her weight pressing her down onto his cock with every passing second. Her sundress had ridden up around her waist, and if Daniel bothered to look, if he so much as glanced in their direction with any curiosity at all, he would see everything, would see his wife's stretched arsehole wrapped around Harry's thick shaft.

But Daniel just sipped his lemonade, squinting up at the clouds.

Harry lifted Emma up, slowly, feeling every inch of her impossibly tight passage clinging to his cock as if trying to keep him inside. The sensation was almost unbearable, a white-hot pressure that made his balls ache with the need to cum, but he forced himself to go slow, to draw it out, until just the tip of his cock remained inside her.

"Please," Emma whimpered, her voice cracking with desperate need. "Harry, please, I need—"

He let go.

Gravity did the rest.

Emma dropped back down onto his cock with a wet, meaty sound that made Harry's toes curl, her arse swallowing every inch of him in one brutal plunge. Her legs trembled wildly in his grip, shaking like leaves in a storm, and the moan that tore from her throat was loud enough to make Daniel look up from his biscuit.

"Good stretch?" Daniel asked, nodding approvingly. "The wife's always been a bit tight in the... back region. Glad you're helping her loosen up."

"Working on it," Harry managed to grunt, his cock throbbing inside Emma's spasming arse. "She's... very tight."

Daniel had no idea how right he was. Emma's arsehole gripped Harry's shaft with an intensity that made his vision blur. Only Hermione's arse had ever come close, and even that couldn't quite compare; her mother was somehow tighter still, perhaps from the sheer forbidden thrill of being taken with her husband sitting right there watching. Harry could feel his control slipping with every passing second.

He began to bounce her in earnest now, lifting her up by the knees before letting her drop back down, establishing a rhythm that had Emma's whole body shaking with the force of it. The loose skirt of the sundress flapped about with each movement, doing precious little to hide what was happening, and Harry found that he no longer cared. Let Daniel see. Let him watch his wife getting her arse plundered in the middle of his own garden. Let him understand exactly what kind of slut he'd married.

"That's it!" Emma cried out, her head thrashing against Harry's shoulder as he fucked her arse with increasing urgency. "Oh, God, Harry, yes! Right there! Don't stop!"

The sound of flesh meeting flesh rang out across the garden, wet and obscene, accompanied by Emma's increasingly desperate moans and Harry's own groans of pleasure. His cock was driving in and out of her tight hole with an intensity that surprised even him, each thrust going deeper than the last, stretching her open in ways she'd clearly never experienced before.

"Good lord," Daniel muttered, shifting in his chair. "Sounds like quite the stretch. Those back muscles must be really tense."

"You have no idea," Harry grunted, bouncing Emma harder, faster, his balls slapping against her arse with every downstroke.

Emma's hand snaked down between her legs, her fingers finding her clit as Harry continued to plunder her rear passage. She began to rub herself furiously, desperate for release, her moans growing louder and more urgent with each passing second.

"I'm close!" she gasped, her arse clenching down on Harry's cock with almost painful intensity. "Oh, fuck, Harry, I'm so close! Don't stop! Please don't stop!"

Harry was close too, closer than he'd ever been, the incredible tightness of her arse milking his cock with every thrust. His balls were tight, aching with the need to release, and he could feel the pressure building at the base of his spine like a coiled spring ready to snap.

"Cum for me," he growled against her ear, bouncing her faster, harder, fucking her arse with everything he had. "Cum on my cock, you filthy slut. Let your husband watch you fall apart."

That was all it took. Emma shattered in his lap, her back arching, her mouth falling open in a silent scream as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her arse clamped down on Harry's cock with crushing force, her whole body convulsing, and the sensation was too much, far too much for Harry to resist.

With a roar that startled Daniel out of his chair, Harry came, pumping rope after rope of thick, hot cum deep into Emma's spasming arse. The sensation was overwhelming, her tight passage milking every last drop from his balls as her body continued to shake and tremble around him, both of them lost in the throes of their shared release.

It seemed to go on forever, wave after wave of pleasure crashing through them, Emma's arse gripping and releasing around his pulsing cock as he filled her with his seed. By the time the last tremors faded, they were both gasping for breath, drenched in sweat, thoroughly spent.

"Blimey," Daniel said, having risen to his feet in alarm. "That must have been quite the cramp. You all right, love?"

Emma could only manage a weak nod, her whole body still twitching with aftershocks, Harry's cock still buried deep in her arse.

"She'll be fine," Harry assured him, his voice hoarse. "Just needs a moment to... recover."

Daniel nodded, seeming satisfied with this explanation, and settled back into his chair. "Good man, Harry. Good to know someone's looking after my wife."

The back door opened again, and Hermione emerged, her bushy brown hair still damp from her shower, wrapped in a light summer dress of her own. She took one look at the scene before her, Emma sprawled in Harry's lap, knees still up by her ears, face flushed and eyes glazed with pleasure, and she didn't need to see beneath the rucked-up sundress to know exactly what her mother had been up to. Her eyes narrowed.

She mouthed a single word at her mother.

Slut.

Emma just grinned back at her, utterly shameless, Harry's cum already starting to leak from her well-used arsehole as she settled more comfortably in his lap.

No matter how hard he tried to make these women behave, Harry was beginning to realise, he never stood the slightest chance.