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"Potter!" Harry heard his aunt call. Harry was stock still for a moment, wondering if he'd heard correctly. His relatives never used his name to address him in the house. "Boy, get down here." That was more like it. Climbing up from where he'd been buried in a pile of books- trying to alleviate the boredom caused by a lack of summer homework- Harry made his way down the stairs, and into the kitchen. When he reached the room, he found his aunt standing next to the fridge, only she was missing the usual scowl on her face. It wasn't like she was happy to see him either, but more resigned than anything. He also noticed just a hint of panic in her countenance. Never let it be said that being friends with Hermione Granger wasn't good for the brain. It was almost like one could increase their intelligence via osmosis the girl was so smart.

"Sit!" His aunt ordered, pulling him from his ponderings. Shrugging, Harry took the seat that was pulled slightly away from the table and facing her.

"Yes, Aunt Petunia?" Harry inquired. She strolled slowly over to him, and raised her hand. Harry tensed, thinking that she was going to strike him. He wracked his brain, trying to figure out what he'd done to incite such an action from his aunt, all the while preparing to dodge...only to blink in confusion when her hand fell, just as suddenly. Then, faster than he thought possible for his aunt, she knelt between his legs, and began grabbing at the fastener and zipper of his pants.

"What the bloody hell are you doing?!" Harry cried as he tried to pull his aunt's hands away, only to find that she was rather deceptively strong for her overly thin physique. It was when she turned tear filled eyes to him, that he froze- crying females were still a weakness, and something he hoped Voldemort hadn't figured out- allowing her the upper hand, and an opportunity to pull him free of his huge hand me down trousers. Her gasp of surprise brought Harry back from his trance, and he renewed his struggle. She again turned her eyes on him, and this time she spoke.

"Please, I need to know." She said, barely legibly. "Vernon...he keeps turning me away. I need to know that it's not me he is displeased with. I need to know that I can still please a man." Harry's hands went completely slack at his aunt's words as his brain tried to register and interpret what he'd just been told. Again, the blonde took advantage of her nephew's frozen state; taking his inaction as acceptance. Without another word, Petunia took the head of Harry's cock into her mouth, and sucked it as hard as she could, her cheeks so hollowed she looked like one of those Jewish people in that WWII documentary he saw in primary school.

'Okay, that was a really disturbing and highly inappropriate comparison.' Harry thought. The thought didn't last though, because soon his brain began processing the messages it was receiving from the nerves in his cock. Ironically enough, it was the sensations running though his genitals that sobered him.

"Stop it." Harry said pushing her away. He tried to stand, but the strong grip she had on him held him there. "We can't do this, you're my aunt. My mum's biological sister at that." Petunia scoffed at him.

"I know your kind get up to this sort of thing." She said. "I heard Lily and that boy talking about it all the time. Something about blood Puritans." Harry didn't bother correcting her, knowing that it would be pointless because she didn't care. He was also aware that he had no logical comeback to that argument, because the one family that he thought didn't engage in purebloodedness, had shown him differently.

While he couldn't be certain, Ron and Ginny had seemed just a little too nice to each other. Given the way they normally treated, and acted around, each other at Hogwarts or whenever he usually spent time at the Burrow, the dynamic of their relationship had seemed...off...no, odd. Not to mention the vibe they gave off when they were near each other was the same vibe he got from Pansy and Malfoy; and everyone knew she was spreading her legs for him- a fact that she, surprisingly, seemed awfully proud of. It was the reason that the tiny green beast that had reared up when Ginny had said she'd started dating Dean, had suddenly gone into hiding. It was also the real reason why he declined the invitation to stay the rest of the summer after he'd attended Bill and Fleur's engagement party the week before.

He was brought back to the present by his aunt's voice. "Please, Harry, I'm begging you. I promise I'll treat you better when Vernon isn't around. I'll even try and do something special for your birthday next week, just please do this for me." Harry pessimistically assumed the promise was as hollow as Crabbe and Goyle's skulls, but it only took another look at her tear streaked face, and actually seeing a tear slide down her face, for Harry to finally cave. Damn his inabillity to say no to crying women.

His body relaxed, his struggles ceased, and his flaccid cock disappeared into his aunt's mouth. It didn't take very long for his dick to reach full mast. Harry only felt just a tad bit guilty at the small choke his aunt received when he swelled in her mouth, and his tip tapped her tonsils. Petunia pulled back and swirled her tongue around the crown. Pulling him completely from her mouth, she licked her lips before leaning back in. Petunia took half of his cock in, rubbing her tongue along Harry's length as she moved. Harry moaned as his aunt's lips slid over his cock. Petunia slowly bobbed her head, sucking harshly and slurping loudly when his cock slid from her lips.

Petunia sucked hard while her tongue expertly massaging his organ. She took as much of him as she could into her mouth, and began making short bobs up an down; never letting more than half his erection escape her mouth. Against his better judgement, for it was doing all kinds of bad things to his mental state, Harry had to admit that his aunt was very good at this. Much better than Cho had been when she'd done it that Christmas (something that the two would take to their graves).

Petunia continued in this vein for a little longer, before she backed off just just a bit, though never once did she loosen the tight grip her hand had on him. With one last strong suck, Harry's cock fell from her lips with a loud pop. Petunia stood, and Harry made to follow, thinking that this disturbing incident was finally over. He found out how wrong he was when his aunt put a hand on his shoulder, and told him to.

"Sit down." Harry let out a huff, but still complied. Harry found himself again shocked into a stupor when his aunt pulled her skirt up so that it bunched at her waist to reveal she wasn't wearing any panties. He was also kicking himself for not noticing her lack of stockings before, as well.

Petunia moved until she was standing above Harry in a straddling position; her legs on either side of Harry's own. Reaching down between them, Petunia gripped Harry's shaft, and began lowering herself into his lap. She let out a soft moan as Harry's head slipped through her outer folds, and began to sink into her drooling hole. It was about this time that she realized just how much bigger than her husband her nephew was. She found herself having to pause several times as her neglected folds stretched to accomodate the girthy appendage. Each slide down was punctuated by a drawn out half grunt/half groan from the woman, until finally, their hips met, with the entirety of his blessed erection encased inside her.

Harry groaned at the feeling of his aun'ts pussy smothering his cock; his mind being overwhelmed by the pure bliss that was having his dick inside a woman's vagina. Once the mind numbing sensation of his first entry into a woman's pussy slacked off to intense pleasure, Harry found himself both annoyed and disturbed that he was losing his virginity to his aunt. He wasn't given the chance to dwell on that, however, as his aunt began to move; grinding her hips back and forth, and again nearly overwhelming him with sensations.

Hands perched on her nephew's shoulders, Petunia Dursley began a hard, fast pace- riding Harry for all he was worth. Harry's size alone was enough to drive her wild with lust, and she continued to pick up the strength and speed of her hip thrusts, never once bothering to consider that her nephew may have been a virgin up to that point. It was for this reason that she was startled, and a bit disappointed when the freakish boy beneath her stiffened, and she could feel something warm spilling into her. Sadly, or not, for Petunia, she was far from satisfied- both sexually, and with his performance. This was only compounded by the fact that she was feeling a deep bitterness at her husband for forcing her into the situation in the first place.

Petunia stood abruptly, Harry's cock slipping from her spunk filled folds, and flopping down onto his stomach. Harry's cum, which had practically filled every place in her tight quim that was available, spilled out onto his cock, and began dribbling down to his balls. Stepping back so that she was again standing between his legs, Petunia immediately returned to her place kneeling between his legs, and began licking all of the spilled cum from his crotch area. She swallowed the creamy fluid, and again felt a stab of bitterness flood her at the realization that Harry tasted better than she remembered Vernon being. Once she felt that he was clean enough, Petunia began using her mouth and tongue to try and bring him back to a functional stiffness.

Petunia's lips, snuggly wrapped around her nephew's cock, moved up and down the length of his shaft. Her hand moved in concert along the half-hard tool trying to coax it back to full mast. She pulled all the way back to catch her breath, before licking along the underside of the length, and swiftly taking him back in. Her lips moving steadily, and her cheeks hollowed considerably, she diligently sucked her nephew's half hard erection. She kept her steady pace, growing continually annoyed at a lack of reaction- aside from the freakish boy's whimpers. Finally, Petunia had had enough. While he was thankfully not shrinking any, neither was he returning to any kind of useful state.

'Maybe it's still too sensitive right now.' She thought bitterly, before grumbling about annoying freaks. Pulling Harry's cock from her mouth, she repositioned herself, so that she could reach lower, never letting her hand stop its movement.

Cupping his sac with the tips of her fingers, Petunia softly licked his left testicle. She repeated this twice more, before sucking it into her mouth, and following with another slow lick. She then switched to the other side, and sucked his right testicle into her mouth. Petunia slowly caressed it with her tongue, before sucking softly on the skin of his scrotum. Letting it slip free, she again took his left testicle into her mouth, and sucked it; only this time the suction was a bit stronger, and she began bobbing on it like she had his cock. Harry gasped at the new sensation. Letting it free with an audible pop, she did the same with the right one, earning another hitch of breath from her nephew. Petunia soon began a back and forth pattern that had her sucking fiercely, and bobbing on each testicle; a pattern that she continued for a few minutes more.

Through all of this, however, she was disappointed to find that while he had done a fair bit of twitching, Harry still hadn't returned to his former form. Getting frustrated, and just a bit worried and self-conscious, at the lack of reaction, Petunia decided to take drastic measures. Letting his sac, which she'd only moments before succeeded in completely taking in, slip from her lips, Petunia put action to thought. She took her right pointer finger, and sucked it into her mouth, while gathering as much saliva as she could. Once she felt it lubed up enough, she removed it, and again began her back and forth suckling of Harry's sac. Her left hand, which was still wrapped around Harry's dick, also began moving at a slightly faster pace, distracting him from the final piece of the puzzle. She smirked around his balls when the boy yelped at the sudden pressure and intrusion of his 'no no hole'.

It still took a few minutes- mostly because of the uncomfortable backdoor action- but Petunia continued gently sucking Harry's testicles while she teased his prostate until she got the desired response. She grinned around the testicle in her mouth when she felt the well endowed young man twitch in her hand, and begin to return to his fully stiffened state. Pulling back, Petunia ran her tongue the length of his cock, and engulfed it once again. Almost as soon as his cock re-entered the wet warmth that was his aunt's mouth, Harry's cock returned to, what Petunia felt, was adequate stiffness. She gave him a couple more quick bobs, before pulling away with a loud slurp as she stood.

Petunia turned her back to her nephew, before bending, and grabbing ahold of his cock. She bent at the knees as she lined him up with her dripping opening, before sitting fully on his lap. Harry again found himself buried to the hilt in his aunt's tight, wet pussy. Petunia didn't waste any time this go, and began bouncing in Harry's lap right away. The pace was just as hard and fast as the first time, Petunia crying out in pleasure as she rode him.

It was about this time that Harry's mind made a realization...he was being used and taken advantage of. Now, normally, he wouldn't care so much, as the feelings and sensations he was receiving would have made it worth it. This time, however, he did mind. He'd been taken advantage of by his relatives his entire life, and his aunt wasn't about to taint this for him as well. When Petunia lifted her hips, Harry grabbed her waist, and pushed, forcing her into a standing position. He quickly followed, and once standing, he firmly positioned her so that she was bent over the kitchen table. Taking a hold of his cock, lined himself up, and pushed past her lips until just his head was inside her. Harry gripped her far too slim waist tightly, and re-entered her in a single hard, fast thrust.

The scream that echoed through the room as a result of his sharp jab was like music to his ears. Harry groaned as he pulled out just a bit, and then used his firm grip to cram his full length back into her. Harry didn't waist any time getting started; pulling out and slamming back in before even half of his cock had been pulled free. The speed and force of his thrusts steadily increased as he impaled her with his throbbing member. His pelvis smacked against her ass bone as he penetrated her deeper than she had ever thought possible. Petunia's eyes bugged out, and her mouth opened in a silent scream as he pounded her as hard and fast as he could get his hips to move.

In a moment of inspiration, Harry smacked his aunt's ass with both hands. He repeated the action when his aunt cried out in what could only be pleasure. As Harry tried to regain his grip on Petunia's waist, he found difficulty in the endeavor. The pleasure assault both were waging on each other had resulted in both becoming ensconsed in a light sheen of sweat. Not enough to send droplets flying with their motions, but enough that it made getting a grip on her hips tougher than before. Harry's hands moved fervently until they found purchase on her shoulders. Harry tightly gripped her shoulders, and continued his relentless assault; never knowing that the new perch had given him a lot more leverage, a slightly shifted penetrating angle, and a slightly deeper thrust that just so happened to brush against her sweet spot.

Petunia moaned as she was repeatedly speared by her nephew's thick tool. Had either of the two lovers bothered to look, they'd have seen the opening of Petunia's pussy being pulled with each exit, her pussy clutching the stabbing rod like a lifeline, stimulating every pleasure node in her tight passage. She alternated between garbled moans and ragged pants, as her soaked inner walls were repeatedly, and forcefully, pried apart. Harry didn't know it, but his powerful motions were rapidly driving his aunt to climax, and she was so close she could almost feel it.

Harry's eyes almost rolled up into his head when his aunt's already tight snatch further squeezed him; adding to the incredible friction already assaulting his member. Harry knew he wouldn't last much longer, but he was determined to get as much out of this experience as possible. The air was stolen from his lungs when he felt his aunt's pussy start to flutter and vibrate aorund him unexpectedly, and he finally succumbed to the pleasure. Harry cried out as he again emptied himself into his aunt's tight quim. A few moments later, breathing deeply, and leaning on the woman's back completely spent, he whispered into her ear.

"It's not you...Aunt Petunia." The woman smiled as she laid her head on the table. She could feel some of Harry's second load sloshing around in her womb after her cervix had opened up and greedily gobbled up some of the creamy fluid. Little did Harry know, those five words would change the course of his summer, and essentially his life.

TBC...

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If you liked it, let me know. If you didn't, maybe next time. If you think I'm disturbed for writing things like this, I'm open for recommendations for good psychiatrists...unless it's Dr. Phil, that guy is annoying.
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