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Candy	By : TheDarkWonker Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 297694 -:- Recommendations : 19 -:- Currently Reading : 19
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Harry woke up the morning after his return to Privet Drive in the bed that used to belong to his relatives, to the sound of his aunt, still in Lily’s form, slobbering all over the length of his cock. The sight of his hated Muggle aunt worshipping his dick while looking like his mother was almost a good way to wake up as having a nice pureblood cock rammed up his butt.
“Master Harry, breakfast is ready,” she said between long strokes of her tongues. In acknowledgment, Harry grabbed a fistful of her hair and tossed her off the bed. The fake Lilly fell on the floor with a yelp of pain. Harry wasted no time and get out of bed as well, once more gabbing a hold of Lily’s hair, heaving her against the wall face first, almost knocking her out. Then he grabbed the cheeks of her butt, spreading them apart, and push as much of his monster cock as he possibly could right through her sphincter with all the care a Muggle deserved: none. For five minutes he just rammed her ass with every intent of breaking it permanently. Once he was satisfied with his job, and Lily laid unconscious on the floor with a bleeding anus, Harry left the room in all of his naked glory, walking down to the kitchen to have some breakfast.
Looking outside the window he there was splendid weather, making it the perfect day to get started on his assignment. However, before that, he really had to get something to eat. Thankfully his aunt had been so kind to arrange things for him just the way he liked it.
Vernon, the fat slob, laid naked on the kitchen table, with his wrists tied to his ankles from beneath the table. He was wearing a blindfold, had a gag in his mouth as well as a huge, horse sized-dildo humming deeply inside his ass from the previous night. The Muggle’s cock, although not comparable in size to most wizards, stood proud and stiff from the continuous torturing of his butt, precum leaking abundantly from the tip.
In the background he saw Dudley tied up to a chair in a similar fashion as his father, with the exception that his cock was stuck into a milking device had been squeezing every drop of semen from his balls.
Cum with a side of cum. What could a faggot like him ask for a better breakfast?
He took a mug from a nearby counter, filled it to the brim with Dudley semen before pulling out a chair and taking a seat between his uncle legs, right in front of his stiff cock. Licking his lips, he pored Dudley’s juices over Vernon’s cock before bending forward and taking the meaty rod inside his mouth and throat.
What a great way to start a day.
-oOo-
Dan Granger was living a nightmare. There was no other way to call it.
When he woke up that morning he immediately recalled what happened the previous night, or at least what he thought happened. No matter how much he tried, he couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Reluctantly he could accept that he was a sick pervert that wanted to abuse his daughter, but he couldn’t accept as real Hermione’s behavior. In his mental illness he must have hallucinated, there was no other explanation.
Of course this delusion was just the way of a father to protect the image he had of his daughter, shifting onto himself all the blame, without knowing that it was in fact said daughter pulling the strings all along.
Dan’s delusion found further confirmation when, come morning, Hermione didn’t show any sign of odd behavior. No accusatory glance or other forms of innuendo. Just plain old Hermione. Well, as plain as she could be with those gorgeous locks cascading down her shoulders, those beautiful eyes shining brightly in a bright summer morning and that cute smile that made him want to whip out his cock and smear her face with his cum.
He grimaced. His desire to violate Hermione hadn’t subsided in the slightest, and already his cock was stirring into his pants despite how abused it was from the previous night, but he couldn’t just lock himself into the bathroom without causing suspicion. He had to clench his teeth and pretend everything was fine.
He went down to the kitchen with his wife and Hermione, keeping himself a few steps behind them so that they wouldn’t notice anything strange. On the way downstairs, Dan looked intently at his daughter despite his best intentions not to. Hermione was wearing the same white shirt as the previous day, but unlike what he imagined the previous night she was weary a set of shorts beneath it. In any case her luscious long legs and bare feet were something he could have watched for days and the curves of her butt barely peeking out were enough to make him want to spank it and watch how it would bounce.
After what seemed an eternity they reached the kitchen. Hermione sat at the opposite side to Dan’s. While Helen started cooking some breakfast. Feeling uncomfortable he decided to distract himself by eating some bread with jam. As her reached out to get a slice from the plate in the middle of the table he brushed against Hermione’s hand. They smiled at each other, one awkwardly and the other serenely, and continued with what they were doing.
Heart beating into his chest at an accelerated rate, Dan put all of his focus into getting some jam on his bread, pointedly ignoring how hard his dick had become. It seemed to work, until something touched it, causing him to drop his bread and look down.
A pair of feet, Hermione’s to be precise, was buried into his crotch, one pointedly massaging his balls, the other stroking his cock gently. He looked up almost immediately and found Hermione biting into her bread, lips lusciously sinking into the jam, but what most caught his attention were her eyes. She had the same expression as the previous night, when she licked his come from her fingers. Her stare was hard, unflinching and carried a simple command.
‘Don’t defy me.’
It was so clear and so loud in his head, even if she hadn’t spoken, that Dan didn’t even consider the possibility of not obeying. So he just remained seated there unmoving, while his daughter gave him a footjob that felt better than the pussy of any other woman he ever fucked in his life.
He was glad that from where she was standing, Helen couldn’t see under the table or what was happening into his lap, but the truth was that even if she saw he wouldn’t care. It was the best moment of his life.
He was too absorbed by the footjob to hear, but Hermione and Helen were chatting idly while the latter cooked some bacon, turning around sporadically to smile at Hermione. During one of those moments when Helen had her back turned on them, Hermione increased the pace of her ministration, causing Dan to approach his climax, but stopping just before he could. Then she leaned forward, putting a slice of bread under the table with one hand while the other pulled out his cock from his pants and gave it a couple of strokes.
His testicle clenched and he grunted, buckling his hips as much as he could between the chair and the table, but never glancing away from Hermione’s pleased eyes. When he was done cumming, Hermione pulled back and sat normally, though a foot came back to massage Dan’s balls.
Hermione brought up the slice of bread from under the table, now with a thick dose of cock-cream on top of the jam. He watched, transfixed, as she brought it to her mouth, teeth and lips sinking into it slowly.
Bite after bite, Dan watches his daughter eating his semen with the half lidded eyes of someone who’s savoring a rare delicacy. Occasionally her tongue darted out of her lips to lick some leftover cum and when the last bite had disappeared she made a good show of licking her fingers clean too.
Dan didn’t know or even care at that point as of how and why, but there was no longer any doubt that his little girl was anything but innocent. She was a filthy slut that fed on her father’s cum. And he liked it.
Hermione was a cum-gobbling whore and Dan couldn’t think she was anything short of perfect. The only way she could be any better was if there were semen dribbling down her face.
This realization caused him to get incredibly erect again, and in order to avoid making a show in front of his wife he excused himself and quickly left the table. He didn’t even notice that Helen barely even acknowledged his presence, much less his departure.
-oOo-
After a healthy breakfast, Harry left the house for a stroll.
Being summer, most of the kids of Privet Drive where home from school, lazying around the house or hanging around the garden.
Harry's first prey of the day was the handsome eighteen years old guy from two houses down, Frank Huges, who was washing his mother's car. Harry didn't know him well, being two years younger than him. As he recalled, he went to college somewhere in London, but of course that would soon be no longer necessary.
Harry crossed the road and stood in front of the fence until Frank noticed and looked up at him. For a moment he looked like he was wondering what the strange kid could have wanted.
He jerked only briefly in shock when Harry's Legimency probe dove into his mind. Unlike wizards and witches, who had a innate amount of resistance, the Muggle man couldn't put up any resistance.
With experience born from months of practice, Harry destroyed Frank's personality, leaving intact all of his memories, implanting new dogmas and knowledge in the blanks spots he made.
Now smiling pleasantly at Harry, Frank closed the water and walked inside the house, with Harry following right behind.
They went up to his room, closing the door behind them. There, with Harry right there he unceremoniously removed his sleeveless shirt, exposing his lean but chiseled torso.
Still smiling and still silently, he dropped to his knees and fumbled with Harry's pants, removing his dick from its restraints.
The previously straight man kissed the crown of Harry's monster cock, before leashing out his tongue to lick his new master.
Without losing eye contact, Harry poured his own experience in servicing dicks inside Frank's mind. There was no connection in the Muggle's mind between serving and pleasure, but that was only a matter of time at this rate. Already Frank's dick was beginning to harden inside his shorts.
Then the door swung open and Frank's mother walked in.
The forty years old woman, still attractive for a Muggle of her age, took a moment to realize that his son was on his knees with another man's cock in his mouth. She gaped and turned to look at the stranger. Their eyes met and she too was forever lost.
The clean laundry she had been carrying fell on the floor as her arms dangled limply at her sides.
This was unexpected, Harry thought, but it wasn't like he couldn't work with it. Frank didn't need instructions by that point. He could resume it later. Now his eyes were set on his mother and Harry had no hurry whatsoever.
He destroyed the boundaries of her morality, leaving her personality intact for fun. He reached for the love she held for her only son and linked it directly with her lust. Now, whenever she'd see her soon performing any sexual related act she would get incredibly aroused.
Anna, that was her name, could not understand what was going on, except that the fire burning in her crotch was unbearable. Shocked and shamed she pulled up her skirt and begun to furiously rub her pussy through her panties.
"Frank... what... I... oh, god," she moaned.
"Oh, hello Mrs. Huges. I'm Harry, Harry Potter, remember me?"
"Harry, ah, Harry Potter?"
"That's right. I was walking down the street when I met your son and thought to myself 'what a cute little faggot. He'd look good with my dick in his mouth'. Don't you think that's a good look for him too, Mrs. Huges?"
"A good... look? My son? With a cock in his mouth. My son. Ah. So beautiful. Yes. Suck it. Frank, suck that cock."
"That's what I thought," Harry said pleased. "Hey, faggot. Did you lose your virginity yet?"
"No," Frank replied devoid of emotion, pulling back from Harry's cock long enough to answer.
"Such a shame, don't you think, Mrs. Huges?"
"A shame," she agreed hastily, biting her lower lips and nodding frantically. "Such a shame."
"That's why I thought we'd rectify that. Mrs. Huges, why don't you help Frank get ready for me?"
"H-how? Anh! How do I help?"
"Pull down his pants and stretch his ass for me. With your fingers, pry your son's asshole open for me, Mrs. Huges."
Harry's voice carried a command she could not defy. The strangeness of this situation didn't escape her, but Harry's mind probe made her unable to muster any sense of morality and her own intense arousal prevented her from thinking clearly even from a logical standpoint.
She staggered awkwardly behind Frank, still rubbing her wet cunt, and with her free hand she exposed her son's pale ass.
At the same time, Harry focused his gaze back on the young man and poured into his mind the experience of hundreds of hours of anal sex and the pleasure that came with it. Although he couldn't see it, Harry knew that Frank's butthole was twitching in expectation.
Her mother saw it. She saw Frank's cute butthole twitch as he wiggled his ass to her enticingly and she felt her own arousal spike up in response. With fingers wet from her own pussy she began to tease to young man's hole with merciless care.
Anna couldn't believe that she was actually fingering her son's ass - her faggot son's ass - just like she couldn't believe how incredibly HOT she felt by doing so. At some level she knew that what she was doing was wrong but she was too aroused to muster any objection, especially when Frank bobbed his ass up and down in rhythm with her finger, moaning cutely while he slobbered on the kid from Nr. 4.
Speaking of which, what kind of monster cock did Harry have? It was so big that it certainly reached up to his chest when erect. It was the size of a horse's.
"Are you going to fuck my son with that?" she asked somewhat worriedly. "Are you going to break his ass with your monster cock?"
"Yes," Harry answered flatly. "Would you prefer if I didn't?"
Normally the concern for her son would have been too much to bear, but with Harry's treatment of her mind the only response her brain came up with was even more lust.
"Do it," she pleaded. "Break my faggot son's ass with your cock."
"Then you'd better lube him up properly. How about you use your tongue?"
For a moment Anna didn't understand what he meant but then she realized she had to lick her son's asshole. She forced her son to stand, although still bent at the waist to suck on Harry's cock, and promptly buried her face into his cheeks, tongue searching for the sweet spot.
She couldn't believe how incredibly arousing it felt to rim her son's butthole.
This thing... it felt so right. It felt like her tongue had no other purpose but to lick her son's ass clean. Clean for Harry.
She drooled her saliva between his cheeks, spat on his asshole and stretched it progressively more with her fingers. Yet, no matter how much effort she'd put in it, there was just no way Frank's butt could accommodate all of Harry's cock. The girth alone was as thick as her fist, and the length wasn't something that could be contained by a human body.
But so what? Frank would take it nonetheless and he would love it, because he was a faggot and because Harry wanted it.
"He's ready," she said breathily.
Harry plopped his cock out of Frank's mouth and spun him around, forcing him on his knees and pushing his head on the floor, so that his ass would stick up to him. Anna seized Frank's buttcheeks and pulled them apart with both hands as much as she could, while Harry poised his cock at the entrance of Frank's well lubed ass, until it was buried as much as Frank could take.
Slowly but unrelentingly he pushed down, stretching Frank's spinster to the utmost limit as the meat road passed through. Frank's moaned into the carpet, although it was hard to say whether it was in pleasure or pain. Probably the latter, but it didn't really matter.
Anna watched it happen from a scant few inches afar, while she drooled more of her saliva where Harry's cock disappeared between her son's flesh.
Harry didn't care for blood, so he was careful not to break anything in the literal sense. He pulled back and forth with maddening slowness, increasing ever so slightly every now and then. At some point the faggot squealed and came over the carpet, but Harry didn't bother stopping. He kept hitting Frank's prostate causing him to ejaculate at regular intervals.
Anna in the meantime had completely abandoned any form of reticence and was now fingering her cunt with abandon, enjoying the sight of her son being taught his place. There was no doubt this was what Frank was born to do: taking big cocks in every orifice. As his mother, it was her duty to see his potential fulfilled. She knew that now.
Harry kept training Frank for well over one hour without pause. Only then he extracted his cock from the now gaping hole and turned to the mother.
Anna was ready. Master Harry would teach her good.
It was just the first of many changes for Privet Drive.
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