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The Sexual Life of Harry Potter	By : Danny3125 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 151493 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 6
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The Start

6:58…

6:59…

7:00…BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…BE----Slam!!!

“Hnnnn….,” groaned one Petunia Dursley as she slowly woke up to another beautiful day in Number 4 Privet Drive.

She got up quietly and set out to start the day with the daily routine she had established.

Stretching out the kinks in her body, she quietly tiptoed out of the room so as not to wake Vernon. He had been very stressed these days due to some problems at Grunnings. Apparently, a couple of the deals he had made with prospective clients had gone south, and it looked like he could lose his job any day now. Still, for now, he was hanging on by a thread.

Going out into the hall, she slowly made her way to the smallest bedroom in Number 4 Privet Drive, the bedroom of one Harry James Potter.

Opening the door, Petunia walked towards the freaks bed, taking a brief moment to observe her 8 year old nephew. He had been left on her doorstep, 7 years ago, because her freak of a sister had gotten herself killed. Now, the duty of raising her equally freakish son was put solely upon her, and she couldn’t even say no. The letter left with him that cold morning had clearly stated the consequences of her actions if she was to refuse. Still, the boy, though a freak, was a godsend to her. With him around, she could focus all her attention on Dudley, and that was more important to her.

Sighing, she let the slip covering her body fall.

It was time to start the day.

WITH HARRY…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Harry Potter knew he was different from everybody else.

It wasn’t due to the scar on his forehead, or even the fact that strange things seemed to happen around him whenever he got emotional.

No. The strange thing that made Harry Potter different from everybody else was the relationship he had with his Aunt Petunia.

Even as a kid he knew it was wrong, the relationship they had developed.

The things they did together, or really, the things she made him do to her, were forbidden and taboo but he just couldn’t help it.

All his life he’d held a need for love. A need to be acknowledged, and now that he had it, he didn’t care about anything else.

So, like routine, he watched as his Aunt Petunia, naked as the day she was born, slowly got on top of his bed and brought her shaved pussy towards his mouth.

THE BEGINNING……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

It had started like any other day.

Around 6 years old at the time, Harry Potter had been woken up by his own personal alarm clock.

BANG…BANG….BANG!!! “Wake up you freak! Its time to get breakfast ready,” barked his Aunt Petunia from outside the cupboard under the stairs.

“Hurry up or I will tell Vernon that you are starting to get lazy again, you hear me,” Petunia yelled before leaving.

Harry sighed but quickly got up. No point in aggravating his uncle early in the morning, it would only lead to a lecture with a lot of ear twisting.

Slowly getting up, he made his way to the kitchen to get breakfast ready for his relatives and see the list of chores he had left.

Noon………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….....................

Harry’s day continued with him doing countless chores around the house as usual, though today was turning out to be a different day.

Dudley, his fat cousin, had started to get a light cold and god forbid that be left unchecked. So, his Uncle Vernon had taken Dudley to the doctor, leaving him and Aunt Petunia alone in the house.

Knowing his Aunt Petunia would be busy at the neighbors with her gossiping, he had planned to steal a toy car from Dudley’s room. After all, his fat cousin had hundreds of toys that he barely even played with, so if one was to go missing, no one would even know.

That’s why, after taking out the trash, which was the last thing on his list, Harry set out towards Dudley’s room.

What Harry didn’t know, however, was that Petunia hadn’t really gone to the neighbor’s house today to gossip. Instead, in a rare break of schedule, Petunia had decided to masturbate as she didn’t get much time alone while taking care of Dudley. Vernon had stopped fucking her soon after Dudley’s birth and she, like any other women, had needs that she had to fulfill. So taking the opportunity of an almost empty house, Petunia had decided to take the risk and rub one out.

As Harry slowly made his way towards Dudley’s room, he started to hear moans coming from, what sounded like his Aunt and Uncle’s room.

Worried that something maybe wrong, he ran towards his Aunt’s room, bursting through the door. As he looked on, however, he got the shock of his life. Aunt Petunia, the same Aunt Petunia that had called him a freak almost every day since as far back as he could remember, was on the bed, fucking herself with a dildo.

Now, Petunia was a middle-aged housewife with nothing too special about her. With dull blond hair, and a narrow face attached to a long neck, she looked more like a giraffe in young Harry’s mind than the average jane look many described her as. Her body, however, was different. With B-cup breasts that were swinging around wildly, she had a slim waist that was as straight as a iron board, and a little bony. Also, she had a light bush of blond hair, starting right under her belly button, that led straight to her currently moist, pink pussy lips, proving she was a natural blond. With skinny legs that seemed to stretch forever, Petunia, all in all, was lucky to have settled down.

Harry, however, couldn’t focus on any of that. He could only watch as his Aunt Petunia writhed around in ecstasy on the bed.

PETUNIA’S POINT OF VIEW………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

Petunia, in the middle of masturbating, was shocked to find the freak come bursting through the door. Before she could scream at him, however, her orgasm hit her like a freight train, and, having not been pleasured in a long time, it was doubly so.

“AAAAHHHHH,” Petunia screamed arching off the bed. In the throes of passion, Petunia could only watch as she was laid bare to her 6 year old nephew.

As the orgasm faded, she slumped to the bed bonelessly, the energy to do anything seemingly leaving her.

With bleary eyes, she watched as her freakish nephew, shocked and confused, approached her on the bed, and before she could say anything, start prodding her pussy lips.

“Aaahhhhh,” moaned Petunia, “stop that you freak.”

But Harry was well past listening. He could only look in curiosity as some type of white fluid came out of his Aunt’s hole, where her “thingy” was supposed to be.

As he touched his Aunt’s pussy in confusion, he missed the malicious look that slowly came over his Aunt’s face.

Petunia felt little jolts of pleasure as her freakish nephew poked at her pussy and it was as he brought his face closer to her lips that an idea popped inside her head.

I spend all this time looking after the freak, taking care of him, raising him, and for what? So that one day he can learn tricks and hound me back later. No. She was doing as much as she could for the little bastard, the least he could do was……pay her back. Yes, pay her back.

And so, without further ado, Petunia, cupping Harry’s head in her hands, forced him towards her hairy pussy.

“Wait, Aunt Petunia nmmpph,” whatever Harry was going to say was muffled by Petunia’s lips.

“Shut up you freak!!!” Petunia screamed.

“Now lick or I will beat you so bad that your whore of a mother will feel it!” she continued.

Harry, however, couldn’t stay still. Flailing around, he tried his best to get away from the stinking hole of his Aunt.

Petunia, however, wasn’t taking any of it!

Pulling the little freak by the hair, she forced his head back and slapped him as hard as she could.

“You dare talk back to me, after all I’ve done for you, you freak!,” Petunia bellowed.

“Now lick before I break every bone in your body!”

Being forced towards her pussy once again, Harry could only obey, crying and wondering what he had done to deserve this.

Slowly going towards her lips, he stuck out his tongue, and licked his Aunt’s pussy from top to bottom.

Pushing back a little, he spat out the hair from his Aunt’s pussy that was stuck on his lips, as well as the cum from her previous orgasm.

Seeing this, Petunia forced his head back again and slapped him twice.

SLAP! SLAP!

“You dare waste the cum I gave you boy. I want you to swallow everything you suck from my pussy, It will be your breakfast from now on!” Petunia screamed.

Forcing his head back towards her pussy, she could only smirk as the boy started licking once again, and this time swallowing the cum he licked off of her.

Already sensitive from her previous orgasm, It didn’t take Petunia long before she came, even with the fumbling around her nephew was doing.

“Im…im…IM CUMMING!” Petunia screamed, going through another orgasm and fulfilling her desire for the day.

Sighing in relief, she let the boy go and watched as he seemed to choke on her cum.

“You better swallow every last bit of that or I won’t feed you for a week boy!” she bellowed.

Crying tears of confusion, Harry could only do as he was told. Gathering his will, he swallowed the musky liquid that came from his Aunt’s hole.

That was only the beginning.

THE ENDING OF THEIR FIRST TIME

A.N. It's the first lemon I've ever written!!! Hopefully it wasn’t too bad.
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