[HP Fanfiction] Chapter 1

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“Harry…” As usual, the sound of Mrs. Dursley’s high-pitched scream echoed early in the morning at number four Privet Drive. As a married woman, while Mrs. Dursley’s shrill voice was as infamous as her husband’s volatile temper, her slender figure, especially her exceptionally long neck, undeniably drew envy from the surrounding bachelors for Mr. Dursley’s good fortune. “Tsk tsk, what a natural deep-throat beauty! If she sucked like that, it would be…”
Of course, for Harry, who hadn’t yet experienced sex, Aunt Petunia was simply an incomprehensible she-devil.
“Are you up?” his aunt asked impatiently from outside the door.
“Almost,” Harry said, “I’ll be right out!” He pulled his tattered sock, which he’d somehow acquired, from the edge of the bed, which was littered with unidentified objects.
"Almost there, hurry up. You always dawdle like that. Listen, Dudley's coming over with his classmates later. You make the snacks and stay put, don't bother them, understand?"
Harry readily agreed, while muttering to himself, "Another classmate reunion. How many times this month? Does Dudley have a lot of classmates to entertain lately?"
Clearly, this wasn't the first time Harry had done this. After making the snacks, he'd hide in his little attic and take a nap, probably dreaming about things like flying motorcycles, or a cat that turned into a pretty lady, and of course, a lecherous old man.
But today, for some reason, Harry didn't want to be idle so early. Maybe it was because Aunt Petunia was going to a tea party in the afternoon and wouldn't be home, which made him a little bolder. As for Dudley, Harry was never afraid of him. Although he couldn't beat that pig, Dudley couldn't catch him either.
With some rare free time, Harry couldn't wait to wander around after his aunt left. To be honest, as a middle-class family, the Dursleys' house, while not as terrifying as a medieval castle, was still fairly spacious. Including the dilapidated attic, the four-story design wasn't exactly small, but it wasn't particularly large either. Sure enough, as Harry walked, he heard Dudley's pig-like screams coming from upstairs. Harry frowned deeply at Dudley's loud voice, inherited from his aunt, but upon closer listening, he noticed some voices that sounded like girls mixed in with Dudley's awful "Ah, ah...fuck" cries.
For some reason, as Harry listened, he felt a surge of heat throughout his body and an irresistible urge to go and see what was going on. So, swallowing hard, he tiptoed slowly towards Dudley's room.
The closer Harry got to Dudley's tackyly decorated door, the louder the sounds grew. It seemed the person inside had no regard for anyone else's feelings. Harry's mouth grew increasingly dry, and even his groin began to throb restlessly. The innocent Harry had clearly never experienced anything like this before. He wasn't even thinking about why his penis was so much larger and erect than usual; he only knew to listen to the plaintive girl's voice coming from behind the door, while his groin rubbed against him, giving him a strange, inexplicable pleasure—something he had never experienced before. As the pleasure intensified, Harry's face flushed crimson, and he carefully opened Dudley's door a crack. Instantly, a scene that shocked him unfolded before his eyes.
Harry was stunned. A naked little girl lay on the table, her white buttocks raised high, and behind her stood the burly Dudley. Dudley was moaning as he thrust his penis in and out between her buttocks. Upon closer inspection, a pinkish-black penis was repeatedly entering and exiting what appeared to be a narrow crevice. Two tender pink labia were helplessly resisting the thrusting, being pulled in and out repeatedly, while a few drops of clear fluid occasionally flowed from their point of contact. The ecstatic moans were coming from the mouth of the girl's tender vulva. Her beautiful eyes were closed, her face flushed, and her small body was covered in fine beads of sweat. Although she seemed to be the one being conquered compared to the robust Dudley, the rhythmic swaying of her hips showed that she was not weak, and unlike her tender vulva, she was enjoying this sexual act. Harry recognized the woman; she was Dudley's classmate, Qianshan. They were usually close, but he never expected them to be having an affair.
Anyone who hung out with Dudley never gave Harry a friendly look, and Qianshan was no exception. Always wearing a ponytail, she was very pretty and Aunt Petunia liked her, but she was always cold and aloof towards Harry. Seeing Qianshan, who usually kept everyone at arm's length, now naked and swaying her hips with a wanton expression, actively using her small, tender vagina to repeatedly stroke Dudley's seemingly disproportionately large penis, the lewd scene inexplicably excited Harry. Perhaps it was a role reversal, but at this moment, Harry felt an extraordinary urge, an impulse to pin the usually stern Qianshan down and play with her as he had with Dudley, especially an urge to use his large penis to tear apart her tender vagina.
In Harry's slowly reddening eyes, he saw Qianshan's skin, glistening with sweat, so smooth. On her small body, two red nipples stood out against her snow-white skin, incredibly alluring, tempting him to suckle and savor them. Her slightly immature buttocks swayed back and forth in sync with Dudley's thick penis, each movement making her vagina seem to dramatically swallow the long, thick shaft. The sounds of their bodies colliding accompanied the constant thrusting, along with occasional soft moans.
As the sex intensified, Harry grew increasingly thirsty. He licked his lips incessantly, even conjuring up the idea of rushing in, hitting Dudley, and then taking his place to tear Qianshan's vagina apart. But ten years of life experience told him he couldn't overpower Dudley; he was too strong. Watching Dudley's comfortable thrusts, Harry felt a pang of sadness.
He couldn't go in person, but it wasn't impossible to get pleasure. Sometimes sexual experiences would automatically come to mind. For example, Harry had already instinctively pulled out his penis and stroked it with his hand. Sure enough, a strange sense of pleasure enveloped his whole body. With the erotic scene in front of him, Harry slowly began to imagine himself as Dudley, enjoying that wonderful body and fantasizing that what was covering his lower body wasn't his right hand, but Qianshan's pink, still wet little hole. As his desire grew stronger, slow masturbation was no longer enough to satisfy his physical urges. Harry's hand moved faster and faster, and his eyes, already bloodshot, made him appear even more terrifying. He was like a ravenous beast eyeing its prey, even though the delicious meal before him seemed beyond his reach. His breathing became erratic, and he involuntarily gasped for air. At this moment, it seemed that all the sensations in his body were concentrated on the penis that was being constantly masturbated by his right hand. As Harry's excitement grew, a strange phenomenon appeared around him. Slowly, the dust on the ground seemed to be driven by some force, and it began to tremble.
Harry, of course, didn't notice this strange phenomenon. He was intently watching Dudley's final thrust. The prolonged waist-movement had long since exhausted the obese Dudley, and with the tightness of Qianshan's fourteen-year-old vagina and her master's vigorous waist-coordination, Dudley had reached his peak. Suddenly, he increased the volume of his "Ah...ah" cries, while simultaneously increasing the speed of his thrusts. With the rapid thrusting of his penis, Qianshan's vagina felt somewhat overwhelmed; the intense pleasure disrupted her original control and rhythm, and at the same time, what she still had... The clear cries gradually turned into barely audible murmurs, and their breathing became very rapid. Then, almost simultaneously, they both let out a long groan. Dali quickly withdrew his penis from Qianshan's vagina, his large buttocks visibly trembling as he ejaculated a thick stream of white semen, instantly covering Qianshan's buttocks, vulva, and even her waist with a white, glistening fluid. At the same time, a jet of water spurted from Qianshan's pink vaginal opening; her slightly immature labia trembled, and then some more spurted out. This repeated several times before finally stopping. Dali and Qianshan were almost exhausted after ejaculating and both lay down on the spot. Qianshan, in particular, had a flushed face, and her eyes were narrowed into slits in blissful pleasure, making her look even more alluring.
Harry had instinctively sensed that Dudley seemed to be waning, and consciously quickened the pace of his masturbation. Finally, after Dudley ejaculated, Harry was also on the verge of ejaculation. As Dudley rolled away, Qianshan's spread legs exposed her still-flowing vagina to Harry's eyes. Harry immediately felt a burning sensation in his buttocks and spine, and a strong, unbearable urge to urinate surged through him. The penis in Harry's right hand throbbed, and a white stream of semen shot out from the tip. The semen was so plentiful and thick that it left a white blob near the door. Bewildered, Harry hurriedly wiped it away with his sleeve, then, panting, staggered back to his attic.

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