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After that first time with his aunt, Harry felt disappointed in himself. There were many reasons, but the most prevalent was his disappointment in himself for not stopping her, regardless of her tears...she was his aunt for goodness sake. He was also disappointed in himself for having gotten so into it, and the fact that he'd started to even enjoy it near the end. Last, but certainly not least, was his utter disappointment, annoyance, loathing, and disgust for cumming so hard. Harry couldn't ever remember cumming so hard as he had inside his aunt. As he went to bed that night, he'd vowed that it would never happen again...but nothing in Harry's life ever goes to plan.

To Harry's shock, and somewhat horror, it wasn't a one time thing. Every time Vernon would turn her away, she would come to him and pleasure him to reassure herself. What made it worse was that since she was trying to seduce her husband 2-3 times a week, it meant that he ended up screwing his aunt about 2-3 times a week. This was further compounded on, by the fact that regardless of his vow to himself, he couldn't screw up the cajones to turn his aunt away. And while the sex had been amazing (he always seemed to cum just as hard has he did the first time), another thing that he'd realized to his horror, it was still with his aunt. His aunt didn't seem to be too bothered about that though; she was only concerned with confirming she was desirable and able to please a man.

Harry, over past month, had had sex with his aunt, and experienced her many sexual talents, more times than he'd cared to acknowledge. Random blowjobs while he was preparing or cleaning up after meals (a few times while Vernon was in the next room), being called in from outside chores to find her bent over something (with her skirt hiked up to her waist, and her panties around her ankles), joining him in the shower to be taken in the tub or against the wall, there was even one time where she'd sat him in Vernon's recliner, and rode him to a gushing orgasm (for both of them). The only real good that had come from his summer affair with Petunia Dursley, was that he'd lost his virginity, and that he'd gained quite a bit of experience in pleasuring a woman.

When he'd been invited to the Burrow for Bill and Fleur's engagement party (after a pit stop to fetch Professor Slughorn), he'd thought that it was the perfect chance to get away from his suddenly randy aunt. What he found at the Burrow was something else entirely. Harry now honestly didn't know which was the worse of the two evils. Staying at the Dursleys, and being forced to sleep with his aunt; or staying at the burrow, and being around Ron and Ginny who he just knew were sleeping together. In the back of his mind, he knew staying at the Burrow was the answer; at least here he was getting some action. And from the severe flirting she was doing (what had happened to her dating Dean?), while he had little doubt that he could have probably bedded Ginny if he'd stayed, and hinted at an interest, fucking his aunt was better than getting Ron's sloppy seconds.

Of course, technically he was getting Vernon's sloppy seconds, but at least he knew Vernon hadn't touched Petunia in years. There was also the fact that Vernon was as much a compulsive neat freak as his wife, whereas several years as Ron Weasley's roommate had made him occasionally call into question Ron's hygiene. While cleaning and freshening charms were decent enough to tie you over until you could take a proper shower if you were strapped for time, they were not to be used as a sole means of cleaning oneself. That Ron was actually lazy enough to think this would suffice made Harry worry for his other best friend, who he had a sneaking suspicion fancied the redhead.

The fact that Ginny was spreading for that...yeah, his aunt was an infinitely better piece of ass, regardless of how much sexier Ginny was. That most purebloods didn't circumcize, combined with Ron's habit of going several days without bathing (again, only cleaning himself with the aforementioned charms), even the off chance that Ginny would put that in her mouth made any thoughts he'd formerly had of dating her, kissing her, or really anything that involved his mouth going anywhere Ron's dick may have been, die like an old rat. It was this thought that had killed the green beast that had been rearing its ugly head earlier in the summer. Thoughts of kissing Ginny after she and Ron had been together had officially, and ruthlessly, slaughtered the monster; it's head was now mounted on a wall in his mind, and its furry pelt now decorated the floor in front of the fireplace.

Lying back on his bed, Harry tried to fall asleep. It was finally August 31, which meant that he would be leaving this house, and his aunt's sexual whims, for the relative safety of Hogwarts. With his newfound confidence, and knowledge, he was also hoping to finally get himself a girlfriend, and possibly enjoy some of his past month's actions with a pretty witch his own age. Images of a certain bushy haired Gryffindor bookworm, a certain straggly haired blonde Ravenclaw, and a certain pair of ridiculously busty, redhead Hufflepuffs ran through his mind. What could he say? Red hair was a turn on for him; thankfully there were other options besides a certain Weasley.

His guard had been up all day (well, the portion that hadn't been spent with Moody at Diagon Alley), because he could hear his aunt in the guest bedroom crying the night before, which meant she'd been turned away again. She hadn't come to him that night like normal, which had made him all the more antsy. Looking at his clock, Harry relaxed when he saw that it was well after midnight. If she was going to come to him, she'd have done so between 10 pm and midnight as she was prone to doing. With his tenseness gone, Harry could actually feel himself retreating into the arms of Morpheus...at least he was until he heard his doorknob rattle. That single sound brought him back to full wakefulness, and a sense of deep foreboding.

As Petunia Dursley slipped into her nephew's bedroom, she couldn't understand why she was doing this. She admitted that the first time was a moment of weakness that shouldn't have happened, but all of the subsequent visits of her nephew's rather amazing penis to her loins had not been. What was it that kept her seeking out his affection, kept her returning to his embrace, kept her longing for the things his youthful body did to her own? Was it more than just Vernon's lack of a sex drive, and subsequent rejections? Was it, dare she say it, desire for her nephew? Did she actually lust for her nephew like she once had her husband? Were her repeated attempts to entice her husband just an excuse to sleep with her nephew when he repeatedly rejected her? Petunia shook her head of those thoughts. They were foolish at best, and dangerous any less than that. No, she was here because her husband did not desire her any longer, and she needed to feel like a desirable woman, nothing more. If it took sleeping with her nephew to do so, then that was what she would have to do.

Still pretending to be asleep, Harry managed to get a small glance of his aunt's form in the room; the light from the moon just providing enough light for that. From what he could tell, his aunt was wearing a small dressing gown, and not much else, if anything. He heard the fabric of her gown fall to the floor with a soft fwoomp, and felt the matress on his bed tilt as she climbed on the end. It was always the same when she came to his bed like this. The first thing she did, was remove his clothing. She was always slow and meticulous, like she was savoring the action, but that couldn't be.

Petunia tossed the pair of baggy sleep pants over her shoulder, and gazed down at her nephew's amazing organ. In the past few weeks, she'd come to almost adore this part of her unnatural nephew. Too bad he was a freak like his mother; she just might have adored him as well, had he not been. Even in its flaccid state, it was larger than her husbands, which was truly a shame. Petunia ignored the long, thick meat for the moment, and made quick work of her nephew's tee shirt. Once she'd tossed that aside, she laid her hand atop the soft cock, and began rubbing it gently, enjoying every twitch as it responded to her touch. When it had finally reached a half hard state, she wrapped her hand around her nephew's cock, and began gently pumping it in her fist. Slowly she began to kiss her way up the boy's surprisingly toned, body.

Harry nearly tensed when he felt his aunt began licking and sucking each of his nipples in turn. As much as he wanted to, he knew he could no longer feign sleep when his aunt's mouth descended upon his. At this point, it was almost routine. He knew that if he didn't respond in a swift enough manner, she'd start nibbling on his lips, and then biting down more harshly if that didn't work.

Petunia moaned as she felt the boy kiss her. She could still remember her shock at finding out that her nephew was actually a very talented kisser, and almost equally so with his tongue between her legs. Petunia broke contact when she felt herself becoming just a bit too engrossed in the kiss. That would not be happening again. How that boy had made her head swim so, she didn't know, but she knew she'd never have been able to look at him again had she not caught herself at the last moment. His lips moving against hers, she'd been denied such simple pleasures for so long that she'd allowed herself to be swept away by the desires and emotions the kiss had wrought forth. When he'd made her climax, and it had been a truly spectacular one, she'd almost told him she loved him...almost said it to him like she'd said it to Vernon on their wedding night.

Petunia shook her head of such traitorous thoughts. No, she hadn't said it. She'd thankfully caught herself, but it had been far too close. No, kissing was sporadic, and never for very long, lest she risk saying that. Giving the boy beneath her a derisive sneer, she captured his lips again, this time greedily, before breaking swiftly, and attacking his neck with soft bites, and nibbles. While true, they were just a bit harsher than even she felt was pleasurable, they at least weren't harsh enough to break the skin. All the while, her hand had never stopped moving. Soon, Petunia grew tired of this, and began kissing her way back down his torso to her real prize; pausing only a moment to flick her tongue across his nipples again.

Harry knew what was coming next...that exquisite mouth that he couldn't help but respond to. And just like always, warm wet heat surrounded his cock, followed almost immediately by a moan escaping his throat. The feeling of her soft, supple lips stroking up and down his cock, her surprisingly nimble tongue rubbing his shaft or flicking the head and tip, the vacuum like suction when she pulled him from her tightly squeezing lips, only to be engulfed almost to the base for a repeat; it was like a piece of heaven every time he was in her mouth. Harry hated his aunt for doing this to him, he hated his aunt for being so damn good at this, he hated whatever was responsible for making it feel so good, but most of all he was disgusted with himself for enjoying the sensations he was feeling, and those that were yet to come.

Petunia rapidly stroked Harry's cock back and forth in time with her moving mouth, taking as much as she could with each downstroke. On the next upstroke, she pulled him from her mouth to catch her breath, and swallow the saliva that had started to build up. She ran her tongue along the underside of his shaft, and flicked her tongue back and forth over the tip, before giving it an open mouthed kiss along the side of the head. She again slid her tongue, slowly this time, along the underside of his length, and up the side, before slowly flicking her tongue over the side of his head. Her hands, which had become idle, slid down to his thighs, and began squeezing and kneading them. Petunia then wrapped her lips around the head of her nephews cock, and began to slide down.

Harry's eyes widened when his head nudged at his aunt's throat. They crossed when it slipped past, and nearly rolled up into his head when she began swallowing around him. What had Harry nearly cumming was the fact that she not only held him there, but she actually started bobbing on him, never letting more than a couple centimeters escape before taking him back in. Just when Harry felt like he was on the verge of losing it, his aunt made a gagging noise, and pulled all the way back- slurping loudly, and gasping for air. She grabbed him with her right hand, and began stroking him rapidly, using the copious amounts of saliva as a lubricant.

Slowing the motions of her hand, Petunia lifted the boy's cock until it pointed at his face. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his shaft, before finally trailing down one last time, and going lower to wrap it around his sac. Petunia sucked his right nut into her mouth, massaging it with her tongue, before releasing, and giving it a few quick flicks with her tongue. She moved over to the other side, and sucked the left deeply. Petunia's tongue circled the testicle a few times, before letting slip free with a loud slurp. She spent a few seconds licking both balls back and forth, before licking his sac between them. Petunia then ran her tongue back up length of shaft, swirling it around Harry's head when she reached the tip.

Harry groaned as his aunt took him back into her mouth, and concentrated all of her suction on his head. Petunia stroked her young lover's cock as well, both hands twisting in opposite directions as they slid up and down his length. As his aunt Petunia greedily slurped the head of his dick, Harry could also feel her tongue flicking rapidly across the tip, occasionally teasing just inside the slit. As soon as he felt that telltale twitch that he knew meant he was about to cum- and that he knew she'd felt as well- Harry felt his aunt Petunia's lips wrap back around his cock. Less than a second later, he fisted his hands in his bedsheets as he came with abandon.

Petunia couldn't help the moan that slipped from her throat as she felt the boy's seed rain down onto her tongue. Her husband had been nothing like this, always thin and runny, and so viciously bitter that she nearly vomited every time she tried to swallow it- luckily their anniversary was only once a year, and after Dudley was born, he stopped asking her to go down on him. His cum on the other hand was always so thick and creamy, and the way it seemed to coat her tongue- and throat when she swallowed it- was almost addicting. And while it was a tad on the bitter side like normal, there was also an underlying sweetness that resulted in a very palatable tang that she found herself craving. Petunia, almost greedily, gulped down her nephew's discharge, knowing that after tonight, it would be ten months before she could have it again. With this thought in mind, she made a quick decision.

Harry found himself shocked- then confused, then almost overwhelmed with pleasure- when his aunt didn't release him, and crawl on top of him like usual. No, as soon as she'd finished swallowing his cum, she'd immediately began frantically bobbing her head on his cock again. The friction from the speed her lips were stroking him, her tongue rubbing and flicking around every part of him trapped inside her mouth, and the insane sensitivity he was experiencing having cum so recently proved too much. It didn't take very long for Harry to regain an erection, and once again flood his aunt's mouth with baby batter.

Petunia again swallowed her nephew's addictive seed, relishing in the taste, the feel, the utter experience of making a man cum with her mouth. While she was highly tempted to repeat her actions and make him cum for a third time, she decided against it. Not only was her jaw starting to cramp from the boy's size, but she knew from experience that if she didn't give him a chance to rest for a moment, he'd be spent before she got her own pleasure. Sure, he was talented with his tongue- and whatever that hissing thing was, dear god if she didn't entertain thoughts of leaving her husband for the freak when he did it- but she wanted to feel him cum inside her. She didn't know how she knew, but something was telling her that she would not be satisfied until she felt his thick cream filling and coating her insides.

Harry had to bite back a whimper when his aunt took his softening cock all the way in, and sucked his organ clean of his release. He let out a sigh of relief, when with a wet pop, his cock slipped from between her lips. Harry didn't know what to expect when his aunt crawled up his body, and settled into his lap, but he couldn't help the gasp of pleasure when his aunt began running her saturated pussy lips along his flaccid length. Regardless of how he felt about his aunt, he couldn't deny the pleasure she was capable of giving him, and her actions were swiftly returning him to an erection.

If there was one thing about her nephew that Petunia appreciated, it was his recovery time. Her face took on a small smirk as she felt him stiffen beneath her. Wanting to waste no more time, she raised her hips, stood him up, lined his head with her entrance, and slid home in a single stroke. Petunia gave a half grunt, half groan as her pussy walls stretched around her nephew's cock. Her body gave a pleasant twitch as it once again reaccustomed itself to the boy's size.

Holy mother of Merlin was she tight. If there was one thing that Harry hated and loved at the same time, it was the way his aunt's pussy so snugly gripped his cock when he was inside her. If it wasn't for the fact that she got so wet as well, he doubted either of them would be able to move on from this point. Looking up at her face Harry knew the exact moment that his aunt had finally fully adjusted. He knew, because she gave him a sneer that told him she was disgusted with herself for having to stoop so low to feel like a woman.

'News Flash, bitch, you aren't exactly my first choice either.' Harry thought. 'Hell, I'd rather fuck the Hogwarts Broomstick, Felicity Eastchurch (1).'

When Petunia was finally ready, she wasted no time getting going. Her pace, while not overly fast, was still rather accelerated. Alternating between grinding ferociously back and forth, and rolling her hips in a circle, Petunia rode her nephew as hard as she could. The friction from her somewhat rough movements was exquisite, and sent tingles and spikes of pleasure throughout her body in waves. It was all she could do not to scream out her nephew's name.

Harry couldn't help himself. As much as he despised his aunt, and as disturbing as screwing her was, it was still the most amazing thing he'd ever felt...physically anyway. The tight grip combined with the way she moved was so intense, and seemed to rub him exactly the right way every time. Of their own accord, Harry's hands came up and gripped his aunt's hips, pulling her down as he began thrusting back into her, each movement trying to get as deep as he could. Again, the pleasure threshold of the tentative lovers was tested, as the sensations increased further.

Realizing how close she was to cumming, Petunia sped up. There was now way that she would accept the freak making her orgasm without doing so himself. She couldn't let him know that she enjoyed being filled by him as much as she did; she couldn't have him thinking that he could make her climax so easily. Besides, she was more experienced. It wouldn't do for him to think he was actually good at this; he might get a big head, and start thinking he could make demands of her.

Harry groaned, almost whimpered, as his aunt rode him, the feelings generated by his aunt's almost iron tight grip overwhelming. Harry clenched his teeth tightly, trying desperately not to cum before his aunt; luckily cumming twice down her throat helped him some. Harry could feel his aunt's pussy quivering as she neared her release, and feared that he would cum too soon. No way was he cumming first, then listening to her bitch and moan about it. Taking a firmer grip on the woman's bony hips, Harry began to slam his cock upward into Petunia with all his might; almost as if his life depended upon it.

As always, their couplings never lasted very long, 5-6 minutes max. Harry was just too big, felt too good, and she'd been without for too long. That's not to say they couldn't make it last if they'd ever made an effort to, their usual pace, and mutual dislike of each other, just wasn't conducive to making it last, and neither were really interestd in doing so. Petunia continued rocking her hips at a frantic rate, furiously trying to achieve that small death. She was extremely close, she could feel it, and only needed the boy to hit the right spot to cum, damn him.

A moment after the thought crossed her mind, the tip of her nephews cock kissed her womb, and she came undone. Her body locked up as her pleasure crested; her teeth clenched tightly to keep from shrieking out out how good she felt at that moment.

Had Harry had a coherent thought at that moment, he might have equated the tip of his cock poking his aunt's womb to her lower lips trying to deepthroat his dick. Since he didn't have such a thought, it was just another insanely incredible sensation amongst a myriad of others. Harry knew he was going to cum soon. He felt the telltale tingle at the base of his cock and in his balls; a tight pressure that was just waiting to relieve itself, and unleash everything it was trying futilely to hold back. The feeling of his aunt's vagina clamping down, and almost vibrating, proved too much for the boy.

With a loud growl, Harry let loose. His seed shot from him with a crazed fury, filling and coating Petunia's insides. His cock jumped and twitched with each huge spurt of life giving fluid.

Petunia collapsed exhaustedly against her nephew, breath coming in ragged pants. She could honestly say that she had never had such an intense orgasm before. Still, as she lay there, relishing in the feel of bliss and her nephew's seed flooding into her, she felt something was off this time, something felt different. She tried to figure out what it was for a few minutes, before deciding that it was nothing important. It was the first time that Harry had cum so deeply inside her, having been pressed against her cervix when he'd done so. It was probably just the odd sensation of actually having someone cum directly into her womb that was bothering her. Oh well, it's not like it mattered anymore. It wasn't as if she could have anymore children...Dudley's birth had seen to that, or so that foolish doctor said. How dare he blame such a thing on her sweet little Dudders.

Once she was sure Harry had finished depositing his seed into her, Petunia climbed off her young lover, donned her robe, and left the room without another word.

As Harry heard his aunt's footsteps trail down the hall, he thanked everything holy that he was headed back to school the next day, and that he'd convinced his uncle to drop him at King's Cross on his way to work. Even though objectively he could admit that the sex with his aunt had been good, it was still his aunt, and he couldn't take another summer of this. The hell with what Dumbledore wanted, he was spending next summer with Hermione, at least there he didn't have to worry about being molested. And even if his best friend did decide to molest him while her parents were out or at work, he certainly wouldn't be opposed to it. Unlike Ron, Harry had realized Hermione was a girl...a quite attractive one at that.

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1. I went to the HP wiki to find a random name. She was in the DS version of the HBP game, and had stolen a handbag that belonged to Luna as a prank.

Omake

Just over a month after Harry had gone back to school, Petunia Dursley sat on her bed staring in shock. She couldn't believe what the little plastic stick in her hand was telling her. It couldn't be true. Almost as if to punctuate the point the stick was trying to make, her stomach gave a mighty lurch, sending Petunia into the bathroom to pray to the porcelain gods. As you have probably already deduced, the little plastic stick was a home pregnancy test, and sitting upon said test that she'd just abandoned in favor of emptying her stomach, was a small blue plus sign.

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This story is now over. If you have an interest in continuing it, then by all means, go for it. I just added the Omake for shits and giggles, I have no intention of doing anything with it.
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