Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

She glanced at the scribbles on the pages and stood to her full height before gently leaning her upper body onto her table right beside Dudley's chair. Then, she raised her gown from behind, revealing her plump, fleshy naked legs with faint supple contours of her curvy flesh and the spice of her mature age.

Eventually, her thick thighs, fleshy, round ass came into view. That pale, malleable flesh, so perfectly soft and springy. She lowered her red panties down to her slender ankles and raised her ass high beside him.

"I wonder if you'd like to explore this subject more… in-depth, Mr. Dursley?"

Dudley gulped at the sight of the pale, smooth arches, and practically jumped to his feet.

He tentatively walked up behind her and took a deeper look, her star-shaped backhole peeking at him. Her plump pussy lips were tightly squeezed between her cushiony legs. It was a silky wet, deep shade of reddish brown, with a subtle hint of dark curls there too.

"With pleasure, Professor." Oh, he loved how they did something so scandalous and yet remained in character. She called him Mr. Dursley and he called her Professor; almost every schoolboy's first wet dream.

He aimed his eagerly throbbing cock and slid inside her ripe, wet pussy. He instantly felt the tightness of her loins on his cockhead. So warm and searing, tightly packed around his molten member. He reckoned it must have been a long time since she last had her furnace poked.

He shoved his entire length right to the depth in one pump, spurred on by her muffled yelp and moan. He wasn't going to go slow, not after half an hour of such agonizing pleasure. He grabbed her asscheeks with wide palms, his fingers sinking into that squishy, supple flesh. He clenched her flesh hard and started thrusting nonstop, already so close to his release after such a blissful blowjob. His hips moved with fervor, shoving his throbbing length to the hilt.

He panted with gritted teeth, doing his best to last longer than mere minutes.

He could hear her moan in appreciation, "Yes, Yes, Mr. Dursley…. Ah, take your reward… Draw it from me… Harder!"

Durley felt even more excited. He grabbed her long, waist-length hair and gripped them around his fist. As his cock plunged in, he pulled her body back to slam onto his cock each time. He could feel her body twitch under him as his pelvic muscles collided with her plump ass.

"T-Turn around… Professor Vector." Dudley demanded mid-thrust. "I want to… See more… uh…"

"Aaaah… Oh, I-I'm afraid we ca-can't, Mr. Dursley… Mmmmph… Yesss… Later, perhaps… no time now!"

Later? This isn't the first and the last?

Dudley felt so much hotter, her muscles literally gripping around his loins. He thrust faster and harder, going deeper and pushing his feet on the floor. He pushed deeper and packed his sizable cock into her lusty, scorching pussy. Then, out of nowhere, he felt it, Septima's blissful release drowning his shaft in slippery nectar.

"Umph.. oh.. Mph!" Septima moaned uncontrollably as she came, a literal squirt that made her go almost numb and fall back to her weak knees. But she couldn't, her body still jolted on the edge of the table as Dudley pounded onto her ass with no mercy.

"Ghk…" Dudley kept fucking her and grunted harder like a bull, seeing the waves of flesh jiggle on her asscheeks with each shattering thrust. Dudley couldn't help but enjoy the feeling of that juicy, nectar-lathered ass slapping on his thighs, bouncing on his skin.

Septima felt the hard throbs of his cock, straining inside her like an iron pole. It was bucking and twisting her insides, colliding with her cervix in perfect rhythm. His wild, young manhood was relentlessly, vigorously churning her leaking juices.

"Inside! I want every last drop of it inside me, big boy…"

Hearing that, Dudley forgot every bit of hesitation he had previously and plundered her pussy in that squelching, messy, drenching heat. He planted himself balls deep and poured out a thick, fat load of cream in his Arithmancy Professor.

He sprayed into her, scattering his sticky seeds in her flooded garden. He didn't stop there, and kept thrusting many times over, burst after glorious burst until some began to seep out and drizzle down alongside her thighs.

He squeezed it all out with one last final moment of ecstasy. Then, with a long exhale of hot breath, he finally slumped back weakly on the chair behind him.

Surprisingly, Septima fell back too and landed on his lap, her frothy pussy making a mess all over his pants. But he didn't mind it at all and hesitantly placed arms around her plump belly.

"I…I think… I'd love to help you research… Professor."

"Hah." For the first time, she chuckled in front of a student, let alone on his lap. "I'm pleased to hear that, Mr. Dursley. And as it happens, I can help you too… I'm aware of your escapades at the storeroom near the kitchen or by the lake."

"W-What? But I thought I was…?"

"Hidden?" Septima stood up, stepping out of her red panties, and letting her gown drape around her legs. She turned around and looked at Dudley, or rather his flaccid length still out of his zipper, a wet, sticky mess coating his pants. "You were most certainly hidden, but I was curious about your talents and kept an eye on you… No need to feel alarmed, it's understandable. A man of your virility, talents, and wealth is natural to indulge in... varied interests."

Where is she leading with this? Dudley noticed her sharp gaze refusing to leave his spent cock.

"This classroom is not always under use…"

Is it happening? My private fun room?

"I can provide you with a spare key and a copy of my schedule. You may access the classroom as needed—but strictly for academic purposes, naturally."

At that, Dudley finally stood up and fixed his clothes before flicking his wand to clean things up. The musky scent of their heated exchange was still lingering in the room, however.

"Only for academic purposes, Professor, I promise." Dudley accepted her gracious offer. The only thing he wanted to study in that room was biology, after all. It was 'academics' as far as he knew.

Finally, Professor Vector shuffled through her research papers and found many suggestions that Dudley had written. As if she entered a trance instantly, she grabbed a seat and started reading the papers.

Dudley grabbed his books and decided to leave. "I'll take my leave, Professor."

"Collect the keys from me tomorrow."

"Will do."

As quick as he could, he left the classroom and rushed to the Hufflepuff common room. Quickly, he changed his clothes in his dorm room and headed out once again. Careful of his surroundings, he entered the chosen storeroom near the kitchen.

"Aaaah…"

As he expected, Susan was already naked, splayed on the bed made out of crates, milky white legs spread wide, finger fucking herself while the other hand mashed her breasts.

"You-oh… You promised!" She glared at him.

Dudley was quick to discard his clothes and climb the crates. Wasting no time, he shifted between her legs and lowered his face on her sweltering hot, steamy scentful pussy, a delicacy known to no man but him, a pussy that he had inaugurated.

And knowing how much Susan loved being eaten out, he readily gifted her that.

"I'll make it up to you."

"You better—oooh!"

He did exactly that. Since he had already drained himself once, he lasted far longer than normal. For half an hour he ate her out, and then for an hour, he rammed into her in every position known to them. Face up, face down, by the wall, lifted in his arms, he gave Susan exactly what she was missing.

A good, memorable fuck.

"Ah, ooooh… Merlin, fuck!" Susan cried out in ecstasy as she squirmed for the nth time and climaxed atop his shaft, her back pressed into a wall, her legs raised by her lover's mighty arms, while his enormous length dug deep with each ravaging thrust.

Dudley panted onto her face with each rippling thrust, the claps of his thighs against her dangling ass freely echoed. Sweating in winter, they pressed into each other with a desire to mold into one.

They kissed, and they bit each other in passion. The erotic mess between Susan's legs turned into a sticky froth, the sound of which was so sensual. She was spent and moaning, mumbling random things.

"Agh…" Dudley finally approached his edge and lowered his redheaded, big-bosomed lover to the floor, on her knees with her stunning face staring at him with passion-filled eyes. "Open it up… tongue out…"

He stroked his length from base to the tip at frantic speed. The stickiness made a mess out of his hand, but the rush of pleasure in his head was too much. The itch rising from the deepest part of his core made him hungry.

"Eh… You know, I also told… Aaah…" Susan opened her mouth as wide as she could, pushing her beautiful, long tongue out with an invitation.

"There… you go…"

Dudley bucked and pressed his throbbing cockhead on her tongue and aimed. His strokes grew intense, and then the wave of bliss took over. He sprinkled a more watery, but substantial stream of his batter. Most of it vanished in her mouth, some misfired and landed on her nose and forehead, drenching her face.

At that point, Susan grabbed his shaft and milked it while suckling the juices from the tip, swallowing all the mess from now and before, licking him like the most delicious meal.

"Ummm… mh!" She moaned while gobbling his calming length. "Umph…"

Dudley combed his fingers through her hair while soothing his breath. He closed his eyes and let her lick him all over.

"Mmmm…" Susan pulled her lips back with a pop, while still holding him in her fist. "By the way, I told my Aunt."

"What?"

His eyes shot open, head looking down and matching her gaze.

"What did you say?"

"Aunt Amelia knows we shag."

"..."

"What? Why?"

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