Harry's Perfect Summer (Ch. 10 - A Wild Ride With Emma) (Patreon)

Harry grinned wickedly as he stepped out onto the manicured lawn, feeling the cool breeze brush past his bare legs. It was almost midday, and the temperature had risen significantly since morning, making it the perfect time for a quick flight around the grounds. And if there was anything better than spending quality time alone in nature, it was sharing such moments with someone else... Someone like Emma Granger, whose sultry curves were already calling out to him even from afar.

As he drew closer, Harry noticed that she hadn't changed since her library visit, still wearing that same provocative summer dress she'd worn earlier. Her cleavage threatened to spill forth any second, while the hemline rode precariously high along her thighs, revealing ample amounts of leg all the way down to her shapely calves.

Her long brunette hair cascaded freely down her shoulders, catching the sunlight beautifully and casting an ethereal glow about her figure. She caught sight of him just then, offering him a radiant smile that sent waves of warmth coursing through his veins.

In fact, everything about her screamed 'sex', drawing his gaze towards every inch of her form hungrily. Even the slightest movement caused her breasts to jiggle enticingly within the confines of the thin fabric, sending his mind racing with filthy thoughts.

And then, a gust of wind blew across the garden, lifting the skirt of her dress ever so slightly, exposing what lay hidden beneath: nothing but soft, bare flesh glistening in the sun. A sudden surge of lust filled him upon seeing her bare pussy lips peeking out between her thighs. Harry swallowed hard, realising that, just like her daughter, Emma had decided to go without underwear today.

"Emma!" Harry exclaimed, trying to keep his voice steady despite the raging inferno building within him. "I see you're ready."

She giggled softly, blushing lightly as she glanced downwards at her own attire. "Oh, yes," she replied coyly, holding her arms wide apart. "I thought I might as well make use of this lovely weather while it lasts..."

Her words carried a hint of naughtiness that made his pulse race faster. If he didn't know any better, he would have sworn that she was teasing him intentionally. Then again, knowing how bold these women could get whenever given half a chance, perhaps she really was playing games with him.

Either way, one thing remained clear - she wanted another broomride, and judging by the hunger burning deep within her eyes, she wanted much more than just his groping hands and his fat cock down her throat this time. No doubt, whatever fantasies she'd concocted during their previous encounter had grown wilder by the day, pushing her limits further beyond reason or sanity.

But Harry didn't care; he welcomed the challenge eagerly, ready to dive headfirst into yet another round of debauchery without hesitation. So, without wasting another moment, he held out his trusty Firebolt X, inviting her aboard with a playful grin.

"Well, hop on then," he urged seductively, extending his free hand towards her. "We don't want to waste any more time, do we?"

Emma nodded enthusiastically, taking hold of his hand firmly. With a single leap, she swung herself gracefully onto the seat ahead of him, settling comfortably against its leather cushions. The move brought her ass cheeks flush against his crotch, causing his shaft to throb uncontrollably once more.

He gritted his teeth, resisting the urge to thrust forward instinctively. Instead, he wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her close until her back pressed snugly against his chest. His fingers danced lazily over her stomach, tracing invisible patterns across her dress lovingly.

Within seconds, the two took off into the sky, leaving behind the mansion below them as they ascended higher and higher. Soon enough, they reached cruising altitude, allowing the wind to rush past them unhindered.

It billowed freely through Emma's dress, fluttering the fabric gently against her body and occasionally lifting it to reveal her bare pussy underneath. Harry groaned deeply, watching intently as each gust lifted her skirt higher and higher, eventually baring her completely to his view.

And the hemline wasn't the only part affected by the breeze, either. Every now and then, a sudden gust would blow directly between her legs, tickling her sensitive folds and eliciting gasps of pleasure from her lips. Each time, her hips bucked involuntarily, grinding her plump bottom back into his growing bulge.

His mind reeled with excitement, imagining himself tearing away those final layers separating him from her slit. Just thinking about sinking into her heat drove him mad with lust, urging him to act upon his impulses immediately. But instead, he kept himself in check, savouring the anticipation slowly before giving in entirely.

As if sensing his intentions, Emma pushed her ass backwards once more, rubbing her firm cheeks against his erection shamelessly. Her actions spoke louder than any words could, making it clear exactly what she desired most right now. And Harry couldn't blame her for being impatient; after all, who wouldn't want some hot action when presented with such a perfect opportunity?

So, with a wicked smirk, Harry slowed the broom's speed considerably, letting them drift leisurely through the skies above Potter Manor. He allowed the wind to continue teasing Emma mercilessly, enjoying the show put on before his very eyes.

"You seem awfully eager today," Harry remarked casually, leaning in closer to whisper into her ear. "What brings about such enthusiasm?"

Emma sighed softly, melting even further against his embrace. "Honestly... It's your fault," she admitted quietly, biting her lip nervously. "Ever since receiving that replica dildo from Anastasia yesterday morning, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you and your big cock."

Her confession sent waves of satisfaction coursing through him, filling him with pride at having left such an impression on her. Knowing that he alone had driven her crazy with desire was incredibly arousing, igniting his loins with renewed vigour.

Without waiting another second, Harry let go of her waist, reaching beneath her dress instead. His fingers slid effortlessly along the smooth skin of her lower stomach, stopping just short of her wet entrance. There, he paused briefly, teasing her with featherlight touches designed to drive her insane.

"Mmmm... Yes," she purred lowly, squirming ever so slightly under his touch. "Every time I slide it inside myself, I can practically feel you there too... Filling me up, stretching me wider than ever before..."

The mental image alone made Harry's balls tighten painfully, threatening to burst already. He clenched his jaw, trying to maintain control over his own urges while continuing to tantalise hers.

"And every time I cum, I imagine it's because of you," she continued breathlessly, surrendering herself fully to the sensation building within her depths. "Your name echoes through my mind like a mantra, begging me to keep going till I reach that glorious peak again and again."

Her admission struck a chord deep within him, resonating powerfully throughout his entire being. If anything, hearing how much she craved him made him hungrier still, driving him wild with desire.

Unable to resist any longer, Harry finally allowed his fingertips to dip lower, caressing the soft petals guarding her entrance tenderly. She moaned loudly, spreading her thighs wider apart to give him better access.

"Fuck, you're like a leaking cauldron!" he growled hungrily, feeling her juices coat his digits instantly. Within moments, he slipped one finger inside her easily, curling it upwards towards her g-spot.

She squealed in delight, pushing herself down onto his hand greedily. "Oh god! Yes, yes, YES!" she cried out, losing herself to the overwhelming pleasure washing over her senses. "Give me more, Harry! Fill me up properly this time!"

In response, Harry quickened his pace, pumping his digit steadily while adding another alongside it. Together, they stretched her wide open, claiming ownership over every inch of her inner sanctum. And judging by her reactions, she loved every moment of it, writhing passionately under his manipulations in pure ecstasy.

But despite their efforts, something remained missing - namely, the real thing itself. No matter how good his fingers felt, nothing compared to the actual experience of sliding his thick shaft into her welcoming warmth. So, without hesitation, Harry willingly complied, wandlessly vanishing away his trousers and t-shirt in a single heartbeat.

Instantly, his hard rod sprang free, pressing firmly against her covered cheeks as if begging for entry. Emma panted heavily, feeling its heat searing her flesh even through the thin fabric of her dress.

Unable to contain herself anymore, she reached down for the hemline of her summer dress and pulled it upwards, revealing everything underneath. The sudden exposure caused a shiver to run down her spine, but also allowed Harry full view of her gorgeous form once again.

Then, with a wicked grin, she threw the summer dress aside completely, to be swallowed whole by the winds around them. Suddenly, both of them were naked, floating freely through the air above Potter Manor without inhibition or restraint.

Emma wasted no time, bending forward until her breasts pressed against the handlebars of the broom. Then, she spread her legs wider apart, presenting her beautiful ass invitingly for Harry to enter.

"Do it already!" she demanded huskily, looking back at him over her shoulder. Her blue eyes sparkled with anticipation, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. "I've already committed the sin of fucking myself on another man's replica cock... What difference does it make now whether I take the real deal too?"

Her words held an irresistible allure that drew Harry in immediately. Without another thought, he positioned himself behind her, aligning the tip of his erection directly above her slick opening. With a gentle push, he sank slowly into her married depths, letting her stretch around him gradually.

She gasped softly, trembling uncontrollably as she adjusted to his size. Every inch felt incredible, sending ripples of ecstasy coursing through her veins. Soon enough, however, she began pushing herself backwards, urging him deeper still.

"Yes! Just like that!" she moaned deeply, grinding her hips eagerly. "Fuck me harder, Harry! Make me scream your name across the skies!"

Harry obliged, gripping her firmly by the hips as he started pounding her fiercely. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure radiating from her core, making her toes curl tightly.

Emma was tight as a vice around him, squeezing his length relentlessly as he drilled into her over and over. Their bodies moved rhythmically together, merging as one entity amidst the clouds high above Potter Manor.

As the minutes passed, Emma grew increasingly vocal, screaming out her lustful desires for everyone to hear. The wind carried her voice far beyond the mansion grounds, proclaiming her surrender to the world below. For as his cock plundered her depths repeatedly, there was little doubt left about who truly owned her body right then and there.

With each thrust of his hips, her plump bottom slapped against his groin, creating delicious sounds that only added fuel to the fire burning between them. This MILF had transformed before his very eyes, becoming insatiable in ways he never imagined possible. And yet, somehow, she seemed to love every second of it, surrendering herself fully to his touch.

Suddenly, Harry released his hold of her hips, reaching further down instead. His fingers brushed lightly along her folds, teasing her sensitive clit lovingly. Meanwhile, the remaining hand found purchase on her heavy breasts, kneading them roughly while pinching her nipples playfully.

"Ahhh... Oh god, yes!" she screamed, bucking wildly under his attentions. "Keep doing that! Don't stop!"

He grinned darkly, increasing the tempo of both actions simultaneously. She responded enthusiastically, matching his speed move for move. Before long, her entire frame shuddered violently, signalling the approach of her climax.

"Oh fuck, Harry! I'm gonna CUUUMMMMMM!!!" she shouted suddenly, throwing her head back as her orgasm washed over her entirely. Her muscles clenched tightly around his shaft, milking him greedily.

"Fuck you're so tight!" Harry growled lowly, feeling her walls contract rhythmically. He could sense his own release drawing near, knowing that a single stroke would send him over the edge. "I'm close, Emma! You ready for this?"

She nodded frantically, biting her lip anxiously. "Yes, YES! Give it to me, Harry! Fill me up with your hot seed!"

And with those final words, Harry finally lost control. Gritting his teeth, he slammed into her depths one last time, flooding her married womb with thick ropes of his virile cum. They mixed instantly within her warmth, coating every inch of her inner sanctum.

Pulse after pulse shot forth, filling her utterly till not a drop remained unused. Eventually, he pulled free from her embrace, leaving their combined essence streaming down her thighs visibly and to drip down onto the grassy landscape below.

For several moments, neither spoke nor moved, simply enjoying each other's company without interruption. But eventually, Emma looked back at him, her cheeks flushed pink from exertion.

"Thank you," she whispered softly, pressing herself closer against his chest once more. "That was amazing..."

He chuckled quietly, stroking her hair tenderly. She really was a lot like her daughter. "No problem, Emma. It was my pleasure." Then, leaning in close, he planted a soft kiss on the back of her neck, savouring the taste of sweat and sunshine upon her skin. "Now, shall we get going? We don't want anyone stumbling upon us out here, do we?"

Emma giggled softly, nodding in agreement. "Can't you just magic some clothes for us first?" she asked hopefully, glancing downwards at their exposed forms.

Harry shook his head regretfully. "Sorry, but no can do," he replied apologetically. "While I can vanish things wandlessly, conjuring new ones is way beyond my abilities right now. And I left my wand in my bedroom."

Emma pouted slightly, looking embarrassed. "Well, damn," she muttered under her breath, blushing even redder than before. "Guess we'll have to fly back naked then..."

Harry laughed heartily, shaking his head playfully. "Looks like it," he confirmed cheerfully. His cock, still balls deep in her cunt, twitched happily inside her, eliciting another gasp from her lips.

The return trip to Potter Manor was a quick, but not unpleasant, affair, lasting merely minutes before they reached the safety of his bedroom window. There, Harry wandlessly unlocked the latch and pushed it open gently, allowing them entry indoors once again.

Once through the opening, Emma slowly dismounted Harry's still erect rod, wincing slightly as it slipped free from her well-used depths. A small stream of their mixed essences followed suit, trickling down her thighs and onto the carpet.

"Ah, that felt good," she sighed contentedly, stretching out her limbs lazily. "But now, I feel kinda empty inside..."

Harry chuckled softly, pulling her towards him lovingly. "Don't worry, Emma," he reassured her warmly, wrapping his arms around her waist, his cock pressed firmly against her lower belly. "We can always go again if you want."

Her blue eyes sparkled mischievously, reflecting the sunlight beautifully. "Tempting offer, Mr Potter," she admitted huskily, biting her lip seductively. "A quick round in the comforts of your bed does sound awfully appealing..."

Before he knew it, however, an unexpected knock echoed throughout the room, interrupting their intimate moment. Both froze instantly, realising that anyone could be entering uninvited any second now. And they were still completely naked!

Without hesitation, Harry reached for his wand, quickly conjuring them appropriate clothing - namely, a simple white t-shirt and black shorts for himself, while dressing Emma in a fresh summer dress similar to the one she had discarded earlier.

Just as he finished casting the spell, the door swung open silently, and Lily stuck her head inside curiously. She glanced around briefly, taking note of the two of them standing next to each other beside his bed. Both wore identical expressions of surprise, having been caught off guard by her sudden appearance.

Then, looking at Emma, she raised an eyebrow quizzically. "Everything alright in here?" she asked casually, trying hard to hide her curiosity.

Emma blushed deeply, stuttering nervously. "Y-yes... Just fine," she managed to say, fidgeting awkwardly. "Harry was very kind to give me another ride on his broom again today."

Lily blushed slightly too, sensing something amiss about her friend's demeanour and deep blush. "Oh, I see," she remarked thoughtfully, narrowing her gaze suspiciously.

Harry held out his broom helpfully and pointed to the still-open window, as if to prove that they had in fact been flying and that Emma's claims were true. Luckily enough, Lily didn't seem to notice the faint trail of their mixed juices running down Emma's leg, the pool starting to grow on the carpet or the bulge protruding against his shorts.

"Anyway, Harry," Lily continued, ignoring their previous conversation entirely. "I was wondering whether you'd care to join us by the poolside today? The weather seems perfect for a swim!"

Harry grinned broadly, feeling relieved at having escaped discovery. "Sure thing, Mum!" he agreed enthusiastically. "Give me a few moments to change into my trunks, and I'll meet you outside shortly!"

With those words, the two sexy witches left the room together, leaving Harry to watch their swaying hips appreciatively. Once sure they wouldn't come back anytime soon, he quickly pulled off his conjured clothes, changing into proper swimming gear instead.

It was time to enjoy some family bonding, after all! And what better way to celebrate such occasions than with a refreshing swim amidst beautiful company?