Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

"What? Why?"

Dudley stared down at Susan's spunk-lathered face.

She stayed on her knees, refusing to leave her grasp over his flaccid length. She kept playing with it in adoration. "I… Please don't get angry, Dudley."

Noticing the glimmer of fear in her eyes, Dudley exhaled deeply and pulled her up to stand. Then he grabbed a towel they had stored in that room from the side and wiped her face clean. Unbothered by his or her nakedness, he pulled her towards the bed of crates, lifted her by her supple bottom, and made her sit.

With his hands on her curvy waist, he stood between her dangling legs, face to face. He reckoned if he wasn't rich or lived another life, he'd have gotten angry.

"As long as you've got a good reason, Susan, I'm not mad or anything."

Doing his best not to look at those perfectly ripe, inviting, cherry-tipped apples on her body, he maintained a serious glance over her face.

Susan, however, landed both her arms on his shoulders and circled her legs around his back to pull him closer to her body. Only once she felt his flaccid length against her entrance, and his face mere inches away, she spoke.

"I couldn't hide it… I was going to lose my virginity and I just felt that… It was a big thing. Remember the Christmas party? When I said my Aunt thought I was at Hannah's? That was a little white lie. Truth is, I told her exactly what I planned to do. She wasn't thrilled, of course, but once I made it clear I knew exactly what I was doing, she let me go."

Dudley's brows shot up in surprise. "The Amelia Bones agreed to let you sleep with a dude and get fucked?"

"Hehe, you vulgar beast," Susan purred with a playful glint in her eye, her arms draping effortlessly around his neck. "You know, ever since that first night in the Great Hall, back in the first year, I've had the biggest crush on you. There was just something about you—like, 'There's a guy who knows exactly what he's doing.' And, well… I couldn't resist."

Dudley's heart sank. Did I… break her heart? I'm involved with Hannah too, and I didn't even hide it from her.

"Turns out, it was just infatuation." Susan changed her tone abruptly and gripped his flaccid length, rubbing her palm all over his sensitive knob. "I tried so hard, but I just couldn't feel that giddy, butterfly feeling in my heart. I did feel hot in my kitty all along, but that was it, and then I knew what I wanted. I wanted this… long… hot… thing inside me."

She rubbed his hardness which slowly began to grow once again. Her words slurred, turning sultry with each passing moment.

"Famous, brilliant, and wealthy—I told Aunt Amelia all about you, and, of course, that we're dating. You know, it's just me and Aunt Amelia left in the Bones family. She's my best friend, my only family—and, well, we're both women. So, why do you think she came to the party that evening? The 'investment' was just a pretext. She wanted to see you. And judging by her reaction, I'd say she liked what she saw."

Her hand gained a slow yet steady rhythm, long and slow strokes that made his sensitive organ turn fully erect again.

But Dudley truly cherished Susan as his close friend, and the thought that she may have had romantic desires for him tied his thoughts in knots. "Susan… I think I have wronged you. I shouldn't have involved Hannah with u—"

"Aw, come on!" she purred and squeezed him hard. "Did you even listen to me? Look, I'm not after love, Dudley—I'm young, and I just want to have fun. Not saying I'd rule it out, but I love what we've got going, it's just not 'love' love. Honestly, wouldn't it be wild to see Hannah, that silly girl, riding you while I… sit on your face and you eat me? Doesn't that sound mad hot?"

It feeling aroused was a concern, Dudley was already full mast, and as hard as he could be in Susan's rubbing hand all across his long shaft. He stared at her face in amusement and regard. "It does sound hot."

"See? Aren't I the best? I'll even help you charm witches—just tell me who's caught your eye. Your winggirl, at your service—As long as I get my fill, of course. Uh, the dread of even thinking about dating a guy just to fuck, I'd rather not get called a slut—unless it's by you." She grinned and licked her lips. "Oh? I felt your thing twitch. Who's the lucky girl?"

Honestly, he twitched because of what Susan said. She was just the right amount of horny, sensible, and playful. Though, he did have a name. "Hermione."

"The nerd?"

He shrugged, feeling embarrassed by his fantasy. "I'm not sure. It feels like… something I shouldn't want, you know?… Guilty pleasure. Like a taboo, but I still really want to do it."

"Hmmm…" Susan stroked his cock harder, already having won his precum. "Oh, honestly, I think this one's a bit more of a challenge than the others. If you'd picked some Ravenclaw, those cheeky Indian twins, or even a Slytherin bitch, I might have been able to. But Hermione… Heh, I like that challenge."

The whole time, Dudley looked into her eyes to see if she was just making things up. Lying to him to hide her true feelings. But all he saw was mischief in her eyes. She looked truly invested in being his winggirl.

"By the way, about Hannah." Susan changed the topic. Her facial expressions turned serious, though her hand never stopped, constantly probing his throbbing knob against her swollen entrance. "I think she's struggling—She's falling for you, Dudley. It's dangerous, she really wants you, but also knows you're not interested in dating. If this goes on…"

Why else do you think I haven't crossed the line with her?

Dudley sighed, having seen that matter coming from a mile away. "I know, but I really don't want to hurt her. She's kind and beautiful, but... I don't think I even want to fall in love in this life."

"Oh, I get it, I do. But we can't ever really know what the other one's thinking. Hannah… well, she's never been the popular, confident type, not like this. And now? She's all smiles, and she's convinced it's because of you. Tell me, how far have you gone with her? Sealed the deal yet?" Susan asked him as if discussing some business deal. But for some reason, she seemed more turned on by all that talking.

Is this some sort of a fetish? Dudley pondered.

"No, not yet."

"Then that's what you need to do, Dudley. Just fuck her so goo-ooo-hd…" Susan proclaimed and abruptly squeezed his cock closer and pushed his purple head inside her sensitive, rosy depth. "T-that all she can think of is 'Ooooh, I want this in me—to hell with love, romance, I just want this big, fat, juicy cock of Dudley Dursley inside meeeee-h!"

Dudley understood the assignment and pushed inside his redheaded lover. He was as sensitive as her and also spent, so he went in gently, but Susan's clamping legs around him made him slam his whole rod in like a key finally settled inside a perfect, warm, silken lock.

"B-But…" She stopped him from moving, holding his thick cock inside, a challenge in itself as she felt him hitting her cervix, and her moaning, groaning voice hid nothing. "Umh… I promised my Aunt something, and I want your help…"

"Anything…" Dudley promised and gulped, moistening his throat.

"Li-eeeh-sten first! If… If I don't find love by the time-eh… we finish Hogwarts… I want to have… a baby with you."

"What?" Dudley's drowsy eyes gained light once again and he looked at her serious face with even more seriousness. "What? Are you sure?"

"Never been more sure."

"Why me?"

"Dudley, are you serious?" Susan slid a bit closer on the crates, feeling his manhood press even harder inside her. But uncaring of that pleasure, she softly tapped his face with both palms and pecked on his lips, a quick wet kiss. "You're tall, and this muscular dadbod of yours, and your fucking massive blessing jammed inside me, and that brain of yours—Trust me, half of the British Witches will want you to unload yourself in their wombs by the time you graduate."

Sounds exciting, but doesn't work. Like hell I'd let some bastard claim my hard-earned wealth. But if it was Susan… He looked at her face with doubt. Were her words just spur of the moment?

"Hehe, silly…" Susan grinned as if knowing what he was thinking. She wrapped her arms around his neck and started to pull him into herself, preparing herself for the second round of pleasuring plunder. "Make me sign whatever papers you want, I don't care about your money. I just want—"

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