Contribution
Title: Know Your Place
Author: Oraldeviant
Categories: Harry Potter
Characters: Harry Potter, Petunia Dursley, Marjorie "Marge" Dursley, Andromeda Tonks
Contains: Multiple Partners, Masturbation, Incest, Rape, Cum Drinking, Water Sports, Piss, Human Toilet, Underage, Teacher/Student, Stripping
Summary Harry learns how to serve women from a young age; Petunia's training will have far reaching consequences.
Chapter 1
Petunia Dursley was frustrated. Beyond frustrated in fact. Ever since Dudley was born Vernon had been ignoring her in bed and to make matters worse she was fairly sure he was fucking that hussy secretary of his.
This is how we find her one Tuesday night, sipping tea in the living room flipping through TV channels, trying to find something to help her get off. Finding an adult film going she sees a young bespectacled man eating out a housewife, which instantly gets her mind churning. Thoughts of the five year old freak in the cupboard starts flitting through her head as her hand reaches into her panties. After all, she was clothing, feeding and providing a roof for the freak, why would it be wrong if she started demanding some rent in return.
Her fingers were pumping into her pussy as the image of the freak running his tongue up and down her slit made her wet beyond belief and it didn't take long until she exploded around her fingers, shuddering and shaking on the living room sofa, experiencing one of the best orgasms of her life. Surprised at her reaction but delighted at the mellow afterglow she was experiencing, Petunia starts planning for the next day.
Waking up the next morning Petunia starts her usual routine of walking past the freaks cupboard and banging on the door.
"Wake up freak; it's time to get breakfast ready!"
Making sure breakfast is being prepared she heads for the shower. This time however she takes out her old shaving kit and carefully shaves her pussy bare, as she wants nothing to come in the way of her plans for later. Not having bothered with shaving in several years she runs a hand down her smooth lips, quivering in excitement of what's to come.
After a quick breakfast and seeing Vernon off to work she set Harry to do the chores as usual. Once it was time for Dudley's nap however, Petunia quickly grabbed the freak cleaning the dishes and dragged him into their bedroom.
"W-what's going on Aunt Petunia?" Harry wondered, he never got out of his chores early and was worried he was getting punished.
"It's time for you to learn your place freak!" she hissed at him as he pushed him down on the bed. "Now shut up and listen, if you say a word or raise your voice I'll tell Vernon to take out the belt on you!"
Harry quickly lied down on the bed and clamped his jaw shut, he had only experienced the belt once but that was enough for him to know that he never wanted to feel it again. As he laid down he briefly wondered about the towel laid out under his head.
Petunia quickly discarded her dress, pulled down her panties and climbed up on top of Harry, already feeling her pussy starting to get wet.
"Now see here freak, I will only explain this once so pay attention!" she hissed as she brought her pussy in front of Harry's face.
"You have grown old enough to start repaying all the kindness we have shown you so far and you will do it by helping me relieve some stress."
"All women have needs so pay close attention so you know how to do it."
Slowly running her hands down her body, she brought her fingers to her pussy and spread it in front of Harry's eyes.
"This is a woman's pussy, touching it brings a woman great pleasure and from now on you will be performing oral sex for me, which means that you will use your mouth to pleasure me."
"Now that little button at the top is my clitoris, touching it feels amazing for a woman but you must never do it when her pussy is dry."
"Always use your tongue and lips and plenty of spit to provide lubrication when you lick a woman's pussy."
Petunia was dripping by now and Harry couldn't help but try to edge away from the foreign smell that was invading his nostrils. Petunia quickly grabbed his ear and twisted hard, causing Harry to cringe and stop his struggles.
"Good, any time you show any hesitation I will be forced to punish you, do you understand me freak?"
Harry quietly nodded bringing a small malicious smile to Petunias face.
"Now when you lick me you will swallow anything and everything that leaks out of my pussy, do you understand me?"
After another hard twist of the ear she got a nod out of the little freak.
"Good, it's time to get to work then" Petunia said as she lowered her dripping pussy onto Harry's face. At first he kept his lips tightly shut but after Petunia moved her hand towards his ear he quickly got to work, tentatively running his tongue over her slit. The feel of his tongue worming up and down her pussy felt heavenly and she could feel herself dripping all over his face. One stern look later and she was pleased to see the freak swallowing frequently.
"Ahh, that's good freak, know your place. Now use your fingers to spread my pussy…ahhhh that's it freak!"
Harry was desperately trying to breathe, swallow and lick while enduring the musky scent and sour taste that was flooding his mouth. As he spread her pussy he started probing his tongue into her hole as she commanded, feeling her wetness running down his throat and chin. He soon saw the button, the clitoris she called it, protrude slightly and wrapped his lips around it, sucking and licking as he was told. This seem to drive Aunt Petunia wild as she bucked her hips on his face and moaned loudly, alternating between a drawn out "Yeeeesssss" and moans about a "good freak". Now Harry had never been called a good anything, and suddenly hearing that from his Aunt's mouth made him redouble his efforts, lapping and sucking at the musky hole being grinded into his mouth. This all turned out to be too much for Petunia, having been without any real physical contact for years, she quickly came like a freight-train, quivering and shaking while flooding Harry's mouth and the towel beneath his head.
Letting the dog-like lapping and swallowing of the freak under her bring her down from her orgasm, Petunia slowly climbed off Harry with shaky legs.
"Good, it seems we have found something you are capable of doing freak, this will be a daily occurrence from now on, now go back to your chores."
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry said while shuffling out to finish the dishes.
Chapter 2
The day started as usual, with Harry being woken by Petunia hammering on his cupboard door. He quickly got to work on breakfast and when the coffee was done Vernon lumbered down to have his fill.
This day was going to be different however, as when Petunia sat at the table she started bringing up the need to give Dudley's second room to the freak. Vernon was initially against the idea of anything of Dudley's ending up in the freak's hands, but her argument of what might happen in a year when the freak started school and people asked him about his room made him change his mind. Not to mention she really didn't want anyone investigating what else might be going on in the house; Vernon didn't need to know that though.
Dudley thought about complaining but seeing Petunia's face he realized it was one of those rare times where it simply wasn't worth it.
When Vernon had left for work and it was time for Dudley's nap, Petunia went over to Harry.
"As it seems like you have learned your proper place I have decided it is time for you to receive your own room."
Now the reason for Harry getting the room had little to do with his oral talents and everything to do with keeping them a secret, however Petunia thought a bit of manipulation would make her life easier and controlling the freak easier. Seeing Harry's face light up in wonder she realized it was one of her better ideas.
"Move all of your own things into the room and once Dudley's nap is over, move his things into his own room, and be quick about it!"
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry practically ran into his cupboard to move his things, being ecstatic at the idea of finally having his own room. As he moved his new things into place Harry was certain the only reason he was given the room was because of his new role, so he decided to be careful to not displease his Aunt in case he lost the privileges he had just gained.
Once done he walked back into the kitchen, whereas he wouldn't have minded lazing in the bed, there would be hell to pay if he was caught. His Aunt was sitting at the table sipping tea looking outwardly calm, yet when her eyes landed on the freak a small smirk grew on her lips.
"Done then? Good, it is time for your new additional chore then."
"Crawl under the table freak."
Harry quickly crawled under the table and looked up into the lust clouded eyes of his Aunt as she spread her legs.
"Take off my panties and get to work freak!" Harry hesitated having never been allowed to touch his Aunt, let alone her clothing, however when his Aunt asked if perhaps he hadn't earned his new room after all, he quickly reached up and pulled down her plain white cotton panties. Now that he knew that sleeping somewhere else besides his dank dark cupboard was an option, he'd do anything to not have to return there.
Petunia took her cup of tea in hand, leaned back and spread her legs wider to give the freak better access. As she felt his tongue start sliding up her slit she couldn't help but wonder why she hadn't done this sooner.
"Uhhhh, that's good freak! Make sure you lick and swallow everything, I want no stains on the ahhhhhhh chair."
Harry reached up with both his hands to spread to her pussy, shoving his tongue deep into her wet hole, hoping to get her off fast to avoid having to taste her for long. Petunia realized the reason behind the freaks enthusiasm and smiled widely.
"Ahh freak you'll get used to taste soon enough, you'll be uhhhhh tasting it for a long time."
Harry licked and swallowed dutifully until Petunia felt herself getting close and snaked her fingers into his hair, grinding his face into her clit. Understanding what his Aunt wanted Harry wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked and licked as she exploded into his mouth. Her thighs quivered as she wrapped them around his head as she rode out her orgasm.
"Mmmm make sure you clean up everything freak!" She smiled as she guided his tongue around with her iron grip of his hair, making sure her thighs, the chair, her anus and pussy were sparkling clean. Feeling herself start to get excited again she decided it was time to end it, the freak had a lot of chores to get done today.
"Good job freak, it seems you have found your place in this household. Now go finish the rest of your chores and remember to move Dudley's toys!"
Being told he did a good job made Harry feel better, yet when he walked away he was still wishing for a glass of water to get the bitter taste out of his mouth.
The same pattern continued for the next couple of months, with Harry helping Petunia relieve her stress whenever Dudley and Vernon were not around. Petunia started to revel in the sense of power she had over the freak not to mention the sexual release she was finally getting on a daily basis.
Petunia turned much stricter and was quick to react if there was any form of hesitation from Harry when she wanted release, twisting his ears and occasionally slapping him around if he didn't respond quickly enough. The strict discipline combined with the praise she always gave afterwards made Harry start to anticipate pleasing his Aunt whenever they were alone. At the slightest hint of her wanting to use his mouth he would dive in, which pleased his Aunt greatly, as she finally had the sort of service she wanted. The taste and smell no longer bothered him as much, having licked and swallowed so many times that he could now mostly ignore the taste of her pussy.
Little did he know this was just the start of things to come.
Chapter 3
Petunia smiled a mischievous smile as she calmly sipped her tea while surveying the freak preparing breakfast, her anticipation for the coming weeks leaving her almost giddy with excitement. Vernon had left for a two week business trip earlier in the morning, giving Petunia free reign to have fun with the freak when Dudley wasn't around. As soon as Vernon was out the door she had had the freak eat her out under the kitchen table, leaving her with a mellow afterglow and a great start to the day.
The time she had spent cultivating her relationship with the freak was greatly paying off, he lapped up compliments with the same fervour that he lapped her pussy and responded to all her demands without hesitation.
Getting through the day until she could put Dudley in bed was almost torturous as she felt wetness between her legs whenever she laid eyes on the freak. Her eyes lit up as she saw Dudley yawn widely, signalling it was time for him to get some sleep and for her to start her additional activities.
After tucking in Dudley she headed for her evening shower, changing into her terry cloth bathrobe before walking to Harry's room. She opened the door without bothering to knock, it was not like the freak could or even would consider demanding otherwise.
"Freak, follow me."
Recognizing his Aunt's tone of voice Harry quickly followed her into the bathroom, five months of instantaneous pain whenever he was slow to obey had made him very quick to react to his Aunt's demands. He knew she disliked when he spoke and generally preferred silent obedience.
The Dursley's bathroom was a simple white tiled small room, with a bathtub combined with a shower on one side and a small toilet with a sink and cupboard next to it on the other side of the room.
Petunia disrobed and stepped into the tub, turning on a warm spray of water as she sat down leaning against one side. Picking a bottle of shampoo off the shelf she handed it to Harry.
"Take off your clothes and massage that into my hair, if you tear at it you will be in a world of pain."
Enjoying the soothing hot water she leaned her head back, enjoying the feel of the freaks hands pampering her hair as he tried to work the shampoo in. The total power she had over him only added to the feeling and she soon felt familiar tingles in her groin.
"That's enough, now get into the tub and put your mouth to use."
Watching him obediently climb in and kneel in front of her, she felt the usual warm feeling flush through her body and quickly brought his face to her shaved pussy. The freak instantly started enthusiastically licking and sucking, bringing a content smile to her face as she enjoyed the fruits of his training. Harry's pussy eating has improved greatly over the months, which was not overly surprising, as it was the only action that gained him what he desperately craved, approval and praise from his Aunt. Harry could attribute all his improved living conditions, from his new room to his larger meals to the day when he started servicing his Aunt and was terrified of things ever returning to the way they were. He had no wish to sit hungry in his dark cupboard ever again.
His tongue was dipping into every nook and cranny, scooping up her wetness wherever he found it and he soon brought his lips to circle her protruding clit while softly lapping and sucking at it. He could feel his Aunt's legs quiver and her breathing speed up as he put more effort into dragging his tongue across her nub.
Petunia felt her orgasm wash over her as the freaks skilled tongue brought her to completion, watching him swallow and continue licking as he was trained, making her press her head against the porcelain in bliss. The added element of the shower however made Petunias urge to pee almost overwhelming and a twisted smirk grew on her face.
"Freak, it is time for the next step in your training, open your mouth wide and wrap your lips around my pussy and get ready to swallow."
Harry wondering what was going on did as he was told, clamping his lips around her pussy with his mouth spread as wide as he could. Feeling a steady stream of warm bitter fluids start to tinkle into his mouth he quickly realized what was going on, his Aunt was pissing into him! Flinching he tried to move away, only to feel his Aunt's hand roughly grab his hair and pull him back to her pussy.
"Now there will be none of that freak, you will learn your place and do as you are told! You should be happy I have found another use for you! Keep swallowing and do not spill a drop!"
Cringing Harry did as he was told, trying desperately to ignore the taste and overwhelming warmth of his Aunt's pee running down his throat.
Petunia was delighted, she had expected more resistance but the look of the little teary eyed freak swallowing her piss made her feel heady with power. Feeling the last of her bladder emptying into his swallowing mouth she smiled widely.
"Mmm that's good, now make sure you clean me up with tongue of yours. This will be a new part of our routine. That is unless you feel like you're too good for this and would rather return to your cupboard?"
The brief flash of terror that passed through Harry's eyes was all the confirmation Petunia needed and she soon felt his tongue cleaning her all over. Leaning her head back she relaxed her grip on his hair and simply enjoyed the feeling of her pussy being lavished with licks and sucking. After a few minutes she decided it was time to give the freak his next orders for Vernon's business trip. First however, she had to give him the usual positive reinforcement as she had quickly realized that a kind word mixed in every now and then worked far better than continually using the stick.
"Good, that's enough freak, very well done, you have been improving greatly."
Harry couldn't help the tentative smile that spread on his face as he heard the words pass from his Aunt's smiling lips, compliments were a rarity for him and Aunt Petunia would only give him one if she was very pleased. Even the taste of what he had just swallowed didn't seem as bad now.
"Now pay attention, Vernon will be gone for two weeks, during these weeks you will wake me up each and every morning by servicing me. I need to be up by eight, so ten minutes to eight you will sneak into my bedroom and fulfil your usual task, understood?"
Harry nodded, not at all bothered as it meant he got to sleep later than usual, not having to prepare the usual massive breakfast for Vernon.
"I assume I don't need to tell you what will happen should you be late or wake Dudley?" She added as she levelled a stern glare on him.
Harry paled and quickly nodded again. Petunia smiled as she stepped out of the bathtub, wrapping herself in her bathrobe again. As she walked out the door she added her last order,
"Very good, now wipe down the floor and go to sleep."
"Yes Aunt Petunia" Harry replied as he picked up the mop from the corner, missing Petunia's wide smile at his continued obedience, as well as her joy of gaining both a new 'toilet' and 'alarm clock'.
Chapter 4
Petunia felt herself being slowly woken up from a pleasant dream, feeling a shimmering wet heat in her groin. As she came to she recognized it as the same feeling she had experienced every morning for the last two weeks, a small warm tongue lapping gently at her folds. She smiled contently as she stretched her arms behind her head, spreading her legs wider to give her little toy better access. The freak had been an absolutely fantastic little alarm clock during the time Vernon was out of the house and she was definitively going to miss these divine mornings.
When Harry saw his Aunt's legs move around his head he realized she had woken up and started using his hands to spread her pussy as his tongue delved deeper into her musky hole. He used deep long licks, making sure to swallow in between. He had left a stain on her sheets the first morning, which had greatly angered his Aunt. After being asked if he considered himself too good to swallow what she was offering she had twisted his ear and forced his head down to the sheet, having him lick the fabric for the next fifteen minutes while painfully twisting his hand behind his back. There had been no more stains after that.
Hearing her quickening breathing and feeling a hand on the back of his head Harry redoubled his efforts, focusing his mouth on her clit. This made her moan loudly and he soon felt her hump his face in obvious pleasure before she suddenly wrapped her thighs around his head, shaking like a leaf and flooding his mouth with her juices. Recognizing her orgasm for what it was, Harry dutifully swallowed everything and made long gentle licks as he had been taught, cleaning her slit.
"Toilet."
He heard the now familiar command and quickly complied, wrapping his lips around her piss hole and soon felt her sour tasting warmth flooding his mouth, forcing him to gulp it down as quickly as possible to avoid leaks. Swallowing her piss had left his stomach feeling queasy for the first week but it did not seem to bother him to the same extent anymore. Feeling the steady stream abate he sucked out the last few drops then rolled his tongue around the hole to make sure it was clean, followed by a few wide licks all over her slit to make sure nothing had leaked out.
Feeling refreshed Petunia sat up and removed the sheet hiding the freak from view, seeing a spotless sheet she allowed a wide smile to grace her face,
"Mmmm very good my little alarm clock, not a single drop spilled, I will miss these mornings."
Harry blushed lightly under the rare praise which only made her smile wider.
"Don't let it get to your head freak, that's when you start being sloppy, forcing me to discipline you!"
Making it sound like it was Harry's fault that she had to punish him was obviously intentional on Petunia's part and it had greatly helped in his obedience. After all, the freak didn't really need to know that she quite enjoyed watching him squirm.
After sending a now humbled Harry to prepare breakfast the Dursley household continued their day as normal, or as normal as the Dursley household ever was.
It was during dinner that Vernon arrived, obviously slightly tipsy but in a very good mood.
"Great news pet! I have been sent to represent Grunning's drills for the Expo in London next weekend!"
"You will be joining me as my wife to help entertain the possible clients, this is a great opportunity to show those idiots at Grunning's just what kind of a salesman I am!"
Petunia was less than pleased; the weekend was two days from now, leaving her little time to prepare.
"What about Dudley?"
"Oh no worries pet, I already spoke to Marge and she's happy to take care of him over the weekend. Not to mention she'll keep the other one busy as well."
The distaste in his voice was obvious when he mentioned 'the other one'.
Further annoyed at him going behind her back Petunia had little choice but to comply, Vernon seemed immune to any complaints about his 'beloved sister Marjorie'. At least she would keep the freak busy, her dislike of him was well known in the Dursley household.
Sighing Petunia complied and started mentally cataloguing everything she might need to look presentable at the Expo.
Friday soon arrived, as did the imposing figure that was one Marjorie "Marge" Dursley, bustling through the front door and instantly engulfing Dudley in a huge hug. Ripper followed soon after, already growling and homing in on Harry. Petunia insisted they leave quickly as she had little interest in listening to Marge complain about her 'deadbeat sister' again.
After showering Dudley with the usual bag of gifts, Marge turned her attention to the little freak, standing near the stairs staring at the floor.
"Boy! Move my things into the guestroom and unpack them, then unpack Ripper's things in the kitchen! Move!"
The boy moved quickly to fulfil her orders, surprising Marge as she was used to receiving a defiant glower or some muttering under his breath. Pleased that it seemed that Petunia had stepped up her discipline regarding the whelp she turned back to spoiling Dudley.
Once her things were unpacked she had the freak prepare dinner, once again pleased at the lack of hesitation he showed when obeying orders. Even Ripper seemed to be less hostile towards him and the first word that came to her mind when observing the boy was... 'submissive'.
After dinner she laid Dudley down for his nap and had Harry perform various chores of her choosing, much to her surprise he still showed no defiance whatsoever. She was certain he would snap at her when she ordered him to clean the toilet bowl with a small hand brush yet he once again quietly went about his work. Little did she know Harry was intimately acquainted with the bowl, having been forced to lick the seat by Petunia when he let some of her fluids dribble on the couch earlier in the week, thus having to use a brush was really nothing special.
Marge was puzzled, she was a dog breeder herself and if she didn't know better someone had extensively 'trained' this boy, as his attitude seemed to have greatly changed since she last saw him. Ordering him to prepare some tea for her she sat down at the table,
"So boy, it would seem Petunia has finally decided to teach you your place."
She thought she saw a brief flash of surprise flit through his eyes before he quickly nodded. Intrigued she decided to explore a bit deeper,
"What all is it that you do around the house, it seems you are finally being useful seeing as they decided to let you have your own room?"
Harry was very unsure of what to tell her as Petunia had specifically said that things that happen within the Dursley household should stay inside the Dursley household. Marge was a Dursley however so he was afraid of lying to her. Tentatively he started describing his chores, starting with the basic work he did around the house.
Marge hummed as she sipped her tea, listening to the boy describe his work until he mentioned 'helping his Aunt relax'.
"What was that boy? Helping Petunia relax?"
"I, err, please her as I have been taught. Aunt Petunia says all women have a great deal of stress and my job is to help alleviate her burden" Harry hesitantly replied.
Marge was very intrigued now, what all could Petunia have had that little freak do. Vernon was no doubt in the dark about this.
Her curiosity over what Petunia had been teaching him helped her make up her mind, putting her cup of tea down she simply said,
"Show me."
Harry froze for a split second before crawling under the table; almost six months of instant punishment whenever he hesitated to please his Aunt had made him quick to obey all order regarding his special chore. Moving his hands under her long skirt he quickly reached past her plump thighs and grabbed her panties.
Marge was so surprised by his sudden actions that she acted almost on autopilot, lifting her hips and letting the boy pull down her panties.
Harry gave her a brief glance of hesitation before doing as he was told, moving his head under her thick skirt. Marge unlike Petunia was not shaved; however she had fairly sparse hair around her much plumper pussy. He used his small hands to help spread her and started making long gentle licks up her slit.
Marge snapped out of her shock as she felt a hot tongue move up her nether lips, which much to her surprise felt very good. Not having had physical contact in decades, not to mention considering herself far too proper to ever ask anyone to perform oral sex on her she was floored by the sudden sensations spreading through her body. Without even thinking about it a small moan slipped past her lips as she spread her legs wider and moved her hips closer to the edge of the chair, giving Harry better access to her pussy.
Harry used to seeing this reaction started flicking his tongue deep into her pussy, lapping at every nook and cranny and dutifully swallowing. Marge had a sourer taste than Petunia but he didn't let it affect him, as he had been punished enough times to not show any hesitation when pleasing her. Soon he moved over to her clit, encircling it alternatively with his lips and tongue, giving gentle sucks and kisses all over her sensitive nub.
Marge couldn't believe the pleasure she was experiencing, Petunia had clearly been training the boy for a long time. When she felt his lips around her clit again while his tongue lapped at it, her orgasm hit like freight-train and she shuddered all around the boys head, roughly pulling him into her pussy. He showed no signs of being affected by her roughness and continued lapping at her sensitive flesh. Gasping for air and shuddering with aftershocks she pushed his head away, yet when he pulled back she was very surprised to see both the chair and skirt being dry, the boy had swallowed everything!
The boy stayed on his knees in front of her clearly awaiting further orders. Gulping in deep heaving breaths Marge tried to compose herself, that had felt incredible.
"Is.. is that all you do for your Aunt?" She asked breathlessly.
Seeing the boy hesitate briefly she snapped at him,
"Well! Out with it, if you lie to me I'll take the cane to your buttocks boy!"
Clearly intimidated by the sudden threat Harry responded,
"No, uh, she also likes to use me as a, uh, toilet after pleasing her."
Shocked at Petunia's perversion Marge felt her jaw drop as she stared at the little boy. She did however have an overwhelming urge to pee herself after the treatment her pussy has just gotten, so she couldn't help the smirk that now replaced the gaping expression.
"Well then, get to it!"
Pleased to see the boy crawl back under her skirt she soon felt lips clamp around her pussy and slowly started to let loose into his willing mouth. When her bladder emptied she was delighted to feel his tongue cleaning up her pussy again, while he sucked out any fluids that were left behind.
"Boy, I think this weekend will be most interesting."
Had Harry seen her expression he would have shivered.
Chapter 5
Harry was tired, bone tired in fact. This weekend had been incredible demanding ever since Marge found about his extra chore. She soon supervised him every minute of the day, nit-picking at all his work and demanding he'd pleasure her several times per day. His jaw was sore and his muscles ached, yet she was even sterner than Petunia when it came to discipline. If he stepped a toe out of line she'd instantly bring a cane to his shins, thighs or buttocks.
She had said she didn't want him to be spoiled with Petunia gone, as Petunia wouldn't appreciate him slacking on his special training. Harry however suspected she was merely enjoying bossing him around, as the fact that she enjoyed his oral talents was obvious from the start. Unlike Aunt Petunia she however gave no positive encouragement and instead spent most of her time complaining about 'Harry's no good lazy parents'. This all led to Harry being very happy to hear the clock chime nine, indicating that Vernon and Petunia were about to arrive.
It was only a few minutes later that they stepped through the door, happily shaking off their outer clothes. Harry had tea ready for them as ordered and moved to take their luggage almost as soon as Petunia opened her mouth.
Petunia was surprised at the eagerness being displayed; she was also fairly sure she saw the freak smiling when she walked in the door. Casting a quick glance at Marge lazing in the sofa she wasn't sure she could blame him and felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought of spending a whole weekend with the intimidating woman.
Marge drank a cup of tea with them before leaving and much to both Vernon's and Petunia's shock she actually complimented Petunia on her work of raising the freak. She seemed to be in a very good mood overall.
"About time you took a page out of my book when it comes to disciplining unruly children" She had happily added before leaving the house. Was she whistling as she walked to her car?
Vernon looked incredulously at Petunia who could only answer with a shrug as she went to unpack her things. Vernon soon joined her and slumped down in the bed, snoring the minute his head hit the pillow.
Petunia found sleep tempting but first she wanted a shower and above all, some sweet release. After growing used to receiving pleasure on a daily basis, often several times, the lack of it had left her feeling needy. Stepping into the freaks room she saw him bolt up from the bed and stand at attention. Pointing her finger at the bed he almost jumped in, laying on his back and awaiting her approach. She found his eagerness surprising not to mention a large turn on, as she had barely climbed on top of him and lowered her pussy to his lips when she felt him practically feast on her shaved lips.
"Mmm that's very good freak, have you missed me?"
He nodded while continuing to lick deep into her hole, sending small shudders through her hips.
"It would seem having Marge around has given you some perspective on things and has taught you to appreciate what I do for you, isn't that right?"
She saw him nod vigorously again, not stopping his work at any point. Petunia quickly decided she had gained another stick to threaten him with and added,
"That's good, I was worried that your behaviour might be slipping and I would be forced to send you to Marge's for the summer for some additional disciplining."
Now there was no chance she would do that, as missing out on this pleasure would be torture but the freak didn't need to know that. The threat worked much better than she expected though, as Harry went as pale as a ghost while stuttering out promises that he would do everything he was told.
"Good good, calm down, do as you're told and there will be no need for that. Now get back to work."
Harry dived back in with even more vigour, the thought of spending the entire summer with Marge terrified him to no end. Lapping at Aunt Petunia's pussy he was surprised she even tasted better than he remembered, probably because of all the service he had to give Aunt Marge. His increased efforts combined with Petunia's increased need made her come quickly, flooding his mouth. He drank her usual follow up with practiced ease and gladly licked her clean.
In a rare show of physical contact, Petunia ruffled his hair as she stood up, whatever Marge had done she had just made the freak far more compliant. After that the following year passed with quiet routine, Harry making sure to be on his best behaviour and Petunia delighting in his perfect obedience. September soon arrived however and it was time for Harry to start St. Gregory's Primary School with his cousin Dudley.
Elsewhere in the country a witch was preparing for Harry's first day of school as well, Andromeda Tonks carefully adjusted her skirt suit while checking her muggle appearance in the mirror. She had the haughty regal look typical of a Black woman, often told she resembled her sister Bellatrix in many ways, except for having brown hair and softer eyes. A comparison she could personally do without knowing, considering her sisters mental state. Still she was confident in her looks, being a witch she looked like she was still in her thirties.
Dumbledore had approached her two months ago, worried about Harry Potter spending so much time away from the protection of his home, or more specifically, the wards covering his home. She was an obvious pick for an undercover bodyguard, her marriage to a muggleborn made her comfortable in the muggle world and her upbringing in the Black family made her a formidable dueller. It was also an assignment lasting several years which meant he couldn't simply ask an auror to do it.
Thus he placed his trust in the woman exiled from the infamous Black family, hoping her open views about muggleborns would help influence Harry as well.
She would indeed influence Harry, just not in the way Dumbledore had envisioned.
Chapter 6
Harry Potter sat in his new classroom waiting for his first day to start, feeling excited and worried simultaneously. His Aunt Petunia had warned him to not cause any trouble and to show exemplary behaviour, she had even gotten him some new clothes! She had handed them to him yesterday, after mentioning that his behaviour ever since Marge's visit had been what she 'expected of someone like him'. Harry had happily donned the plain but fitting new clothes and vowed he would bring home no trouble.
The real reason for the clothes was a bit more obvious, Petunia did not wish for anyone at the school to snoop around about Harry's life at home. Running around in Dudley's oversized clothes would've instantly pulled attention but the freak really had no need of knowing such things.
The class suddenly quieted down as a tall woman in a skirt suit stepped into the room. She had an impressive presence, reminding Harry about those 'nobles' his Aunt would gush about on the TV. She wore shoes with a bit of heel, combining comfort and class and further accentuating her long stocking clad legs that disappeared under her tight light grey business skirt. This was followed by a classical hourglass figure, highlighted by the tight-fitting suit which was open at her neck, framing a regal looking face with long brown curls and dark eyes that seemed to ooze self-confidence.
"Good morning class, my name is Jennifer Brown and I will be your teacher for the foreseeable future."
Andromeda Tonks' dark eyes surveyed the class as they responded to her greeting. The cover name was an obvious necessity, having a former Black sister teaching at a muggle school would send signals to anyone who was smart enough to look for it and Dumbledore was adamant that she not call attention to herself, and by proxy, Harry.
Finding the Potter child in the classroom was easy; she was surprised how much he looked like a little James. The only exception was the eyes, he had inherited Lily's emeralds and they were focused solely on her. She let a small chuckle escape, he had no idea just how much attention he would be getting from girls later, James had been very popular during his Hogwarts years and she was not the only one who had nursed a crush on him.
Turning her attention back to the class she started her speech about what they were to expect for the following school year, while writing down highlights on the blackboard.
Harry turned out to be an extremely courteous boy, obedient and polite at all times, if a little quiet. Deciding to take heed of Dumbledore's advice of trying to make contact with him she spoke up as the bell rang after the final class,
"Mister Potter, please stay in class."
"Am I in trouble Miss Brown?"
She was surprised hear his voice shake slightly and he seemed genuinely worried.
"No no, no such thing, I merely wish to speak to you" She added with a warm smile.
Clearly relieved the boy nodded and waited until the rest of the class had filed out. She told him she was merely interested in talking to all the students individually, a white lie of course, she had little interest in the rest of the children, but it seemed to placate the boy.
They spoke about nonsensical things, like if Harry enjoyed her teachings and the school in general, what his plans for the future were and such. She told him to call her Jennifer and called him Harry in return and the boy soon relaxed in her company, her plan to keep it informal and light-hearted working well.
"Well Harry, I really enjoyed talking to you and hope we can do this in the future."
Seeing him nod she continued,
"You should probably get going now, I still have paperwork to do and it seems this teaching job will be more stressful than I expected."
Something in his posture shifted as she said that and he turned his eyes towards to floor,
"Are you, err, stressed, Miss Brown?"
There was something strange about his tone of voice and posture, he looked like a dog told to sit yet his voice sounded…expectant. Dismissing the thought from her mind she merely sent him off, watching him scurry out the door as soon as words left her lips. Yet she didn't think it was because he wanted to leave the room, merely that he obeyed her words instantly.
Andromeda sighed and was about sit down when she noticed he had forgotten his bag in his hurry to leave. Deciding she could use a breath of fresh air after spending the entire day in the stuffy building she grabbed the bag and headed towards Privet Drive, planning to enjoy the walk instead of simply apparating.
As she walked past a construction site her toned calves and the tight skirt hugging her shapely butt drew a fair amount of whistles. Andromeda didn't usually mind the attention, she was proud of her looks yet she didn't feel like dealing with bothersome muggles right now. When she turned the corner she applied a quick powerful notice me not charm on herself, enjoying the way the muggles eyes slid right over her form without showing any sign of seeing her.
A short walk later she reached the Dursley household, admiring the absolutely spotless garden that framed the house, someone had obviously put a lot of time into maintaining it. Just as her hand was about to ring the bell she caught something in one of the windows, the curtains had not been closed properly and she had a perfect view of the living room. What a view it was, sitting on the sofa was obviously Mrs Dursley and kneeling in front of her was none other than Harry Potter. Mrs Dursley's skirt was hiked up, her panties were lying on the floor and her legs were spread wide, while she had her hand tousled in Potters hair, clearly encouraging his work. Was he actually using his mouth?
Andromeda stood absolutely spellbound watching the spectacle; the thought of oral sex had never even crossed her mind. She was raised as a future Black bride in a strict household, sex before marriage simply didn't exist and any talk about sex was prohibited. She briefly panicked thinking the Dursley woman had to have spotted her, until she remembered the notice me not charm was still active. She found herself unable to tear her eyes from scene, watching the woman moan and writhe on the sofa while grinding her hips against the young boy; he was clearly very good at pleasing her. Andromeda found herself unable to resist thinking what it might feel like when she saw the woman shake in an obviously strong orgasm; Ted had never given her anything like that. Hell, she didn't even know such a thing existed.
Using a quick silencing and unlocking charm she slipped the school bag into the house, letting the boy think he had left it at the door. As she tried to compose her thoughts she was surprised to find her lace panties damp, the scene had affected her more than she thought. Fumbling out a hasty cleaning charm she tried to ignore the heat in her groin and the pretty blush covering her cheeks, quickly turning away from the house.
Andromeda walked slowly back towards the school, weighing her options. Speaking to Dumbledore would most likely achieve very little, he seemed adamant to keep the boy at the Dursleys' at any cost, even going as far as stopping Molly Weasley from adopting him when she offered. The Weasleys had Dumbledore's' full confidence so he clearly had ulterior motives for keeping him there. In fact the most probably result of her tattling would be a string of obliviates and possibly a few charms, as unlike the rest of the wizarding world Andromeda was under no illusions, one does not survive as the leader of the wizengamot, the most corrupt and dangerous political ground, for several decades, by being a benign, kind old grandfather. Now she didn't consider him evil, she simply didn't buy into the whole harmless-old-man facade.
Contacting the police or social services would no doubt lead to the same results, and if she personally approached Mrs Dursley that would reveal her real identity as a witch. Dumbledore had promised Mrs Dursley to leave her in peace until Harry turned eleven and using any spells inside the Dursley property was out of the question because of the wards. Dumbledore was no doubt monitoring those closely.
Left in a quandary Andromeda started considering other options, like the fact that she knew that the young Potter was also the future Lord Black. Sirius Black had used her husband's firm to form the will and it was recorded in Gringotts only days before his incarceration, making Harry Potter the successor to the house of Black. She had always found that a bit strange, but attributed it to either Sirius paying penance for his sins or attempting to establish an alibi by naming the son of the family he betrayed as the heir. It's not like he would have been thrown in Azkaban if he wasn't guilty.
While she didn't usually let it show, losing her position as a member of the Black family had stung her sense of pride severely. When she entered any shop in Diagon Alley under the name of Black she was pampered and treated with utmost respect, yet when only days later she entered under the name Tonks she had been sneered at and placed last in the line behind various purebloods. Complaining only brought a scoff from the shop keepers, leaving her extremely annoyed.
Dining with Narcissa a few years back had only rankled her more; the waitress had practically kneeled in front of the Malfoy matriarch while treating her as pond scum. The small smirk on Narcissa's lips, signalling that she knew it bothered her, only made it so much worse. Even her crazy older sister Bellatrix got more respect than her, simply because of her last name.
Pushing away her annoyance for now she started planning. Mrs Dursley was clearly raising the child as extremely obedient, something she was very familiar with after her childhood. Slowly the thought of having an obedient Lord Black at her beck and call became more and more enticing.
She could have him reinstate her in the family and being the personal friend of not only the Boy-Who-Lived but the Lord Potter and Black would skyrocket her social standing back to where it was, muggleborn husband or no. Should he find politics bothersome she could even offer to 'shoulder his burden' in the form of voting for him by proxy. She also considered her daughter, Nymphadora, who was already fascinated with the Aurors. A career in the Ministry under the name of Black would be far different from a career under the name of Tonks.
She didn't even notice her sensual smile forming as her plans came together, Andromeda Tonks, no, Andromeda Black was going to return to the wizarding world as a queen.
Chapter 7
Andromeda rubbed her thighs together, enjoying the feel of her thigh high stockings rubbing against her flesh as she observed Harry Potter. She had tried to push the image of what he had done to Mrs Dursley from her mind but involuntarily found her eyes drifting to his lips again. She felt another wave of heat flush through her groin and shifted her attention to the rest of her class, this was getting ridiculous!
She hadn't really considered herself sexually repressed until now, but once she got to counting she realized it had been over ten years since Ted had last touched her, more fascinated with his accounting numbers than her body. Now she didn't want to feel bitter at Ted, but the simple matter of the fact was that she had married him almost straight out of Hogwarts, still being a virgin to boot. Their sex life had been very basic and simple, something that hadn't really bothered her before. Seeing Mrs Dursley in the throes of passion had shattered her world view, could a woman really feel like that?
Feeling her nipples sticking out like pencil erasers, easily visible through her thin shirt she realized her thoughts had been drifting again. Cursing mentally she started correcting assignments while the children read, she needed to get her mind out of the gutter.
At least her plans to get to know Harry had gone well, their meetings had become an almost daily thing. She assumed he hadn't had much home schooling as he was behind on most school subjects. This gave her a great excuse to keep him around after classes to work on subjects he was weak in. He really did make an excellent student, he paid absolute attention when she explained something, did everything as ordered and seemed to respond exceedingly well to praise.
His absolute obedience kept giving her flashbacks to last week when he had asked if she was 'stressed'. She had ignored his strange tone of voice then, but after getting an eyeful at their home she couldn't help thinking about what would happen if she should say otherwise now. Harry clearly already saw her as an authority figure and obeyed her without question, leaving her slightly unsure on how to further cement her position of being in control of the future Lord Black. The fantasies she kept having when she glanced at his mouth made it abundantly clear what her libido wanted her to do.
Suddenly hearing the bell ring she actually sighed in relief, her daydreams had left pussy wet again and she smiled happily as the kids bid her goodbye. As soon as the last one was out of the classroom she hit the room with a silencing charm and placed a muggle-repelling charm on the door.
Andromeda had been feeling horny all day and could no longer contain herself, she couldn't even remember the last time she had masturbated but she simply had to get some release now.
After removing her jacket she unbuttoned her shirt, revealing a generous D cup bust that was covered in a beige lace trimmed bra, which did nothing to hide her rock hard nipples. She slid her hands up her taut stomach and lightly cupped her tits, beginning to gently roll her nipples in between her nimble fingers. Feeling her pulse speed up, she unzipped her skirt, removing the restricting fabric and displaying a matching pair of silky beige panties and white thigh high stockings. Her excitement was showing as a large damp spot covering the entire front of her panties. She slowly slid a perfectly manicured hand down over her smooth mound; hair removal spells had been popular among witches for hundreds of years before the muggles caught up.
Her breath sped up as her hand slipped over the soft folds, gently circling the moist lips and probing for entrance. Dipping her long fingers into her pussy she brought some moisture to her clit and started to circle it with increasing pressure, causing a long breathy moan to escape her lips. Her fingers were slick with her wetness as they sped up, causing her breath to hitch as she inched ever closer to sweet completion.
It was to that scene one wide-eyed Harry Potter stepped into. The muggle-repelling wards had done nothing to slow him down and his knocking had gone unheard because of the silencing charm. In his hurry to return to Aunt Petunia he had forgotten his bag again and was hoping to pick it up before Miss Brown locked the classroom for the day. His gasp of surprise was inside the silencing barrier, shocking Andromeda out of her fingering as her head snapped to him.
Having been raised to always be in control of her outward appearance, a necessity for a pureblooded woman growing up in Slytherin, her only obvious reaction was a deep flush that covered her cheeks. Andromeda lifted an elegant eyebrow in obvious question to his barging in, not doing much to hide her irritation at having her orgasm ruined. She had been so close!
"And what exactly, do you think you're doing barging into my classroom Mister Potter?" Harry blushed as he realized he had in fact entered without permission, obviously interrupting his teacher. The hard nipples, the musky smell and wetness that covered the front of Miss Brown's panties were obvious signs of what she was doing. He had seen, smelled and tasted the same signs for well over a year and realized that Miss Brown had been trying to relieve some stress as well. Aunt Petunia had told him that all women please themselves to relieve stress and the two he had met so far, Aunt Petunia and Aunt Marge had both been the same, so why not Miss Brown? Although he had to admit that Miss Brown was much prettier than both his Aunts'.
"I err, I forgot my bag and wanted to come and get it before you closed for the day." He stuttered out.
"And this gave you permission to enter my classroom at a whim?" She asked, her voice sounding like a whip.
"I'm sorry, I'm really sorry, but I can make it up to you Miss Brown!" She seemed very angry and Harry was terrified of what punishment he would get if he brought home a complaint, Aunt Petunia had told him she expected perfect behaviour in school. He had also always been told his place was to help Petunia manage her stress so why couldn't he simply do the same to Miss Brown?
Andromeda felt a strong twitch in her pussy at those words, she was still incredibly horny and the ruined orgasm had only heightened her lust. She was also very annoyed at the Potter child for interrupting her, further encouraging her to use him.
Flinging a locking charm at the door under the table she turned to him and said,
"Oh and how would you do that?"
Her breath hitched as he quickly dropped down to his knees and crawled under the desk, coming up to her soaked panties. Feeling practiced hands grab onto her panties she automatically lifted her hips, watching the boy slide them down her long legs.
Harry showed no hesitation as he moved in, softly moving his tongue over her soaked folds. He found she had a familiar musky taste, with surprisingly sweet overtones and quickly started lapping up the mess she had left, licking the soft flesh while moving his hands up to help spread her puffy lips. As she opened up he dove in, burying his nose in her clit and swirling his tongue around her hot wet hole. Using the flat of his tongue he would run it up and down the walls of her pussy, probing into every crevice his mouth could reach, occasionally taking her puffy lips into his mouth to suck on. He was surprised at how wet she was, he had to constantly swallow and slurp as she flooded his chin, a rosy glow spreading over her skin as she spread her legs even wider. Every lick and suck seemed to cause a small spasm in the soft flesh, her heat and heartbeat increasing the more he feasted on her pussy. Her fluids were running down to her anus, forcing his tongue to dive in after them, licking the pliant flesh between the pussy and butt while occasionally delving into her musky hole.
Andromeda was in heaven, she had to be. Never in her life did she think anything could feel this good. The boys' hot tongue seemed to dance over her folds, teasing and enticing nerve endings, massaging the flesh and heating her core with every lick. Nothing her hands had ever done came close, hell nothing Ted had ever done came close to the absolute bliss she was experiencing. She fumbled with her bra, freeing her breasts and lightly pinching the nipples as she massaged her silky skin. Any guilt she had been carrying around evaporated as she felt his lips circle her clit, sucking gently while teasing it with his tongue.
It was simply too much and she saw stars flash through her eyes as she roughly grabbed his hair, grinding his face into her pussy. He was clearly familiar with the reaction as this only lead to him speeding up further, dragging his hot tongue over her wet nub, making her legs quiver and breathy shouts escape Andromeda's lips.
"Oh god, oh god, oh god, eat it all you dirty boy! Ahhhhhhhhh that's it, that's iiiiiit!"
After spending over a decade in forced celibacy her orgasm almost knocked her out and caused Harry to swallow desperately lest he be drowned under her juices. Her stocking clad legs wrapped around his head, framing it in white lingerie as she tried to control her flailing limbs. Harry was surprised at the vice-like grip her shapely legs held him in, crushing his face to her soft sopping mound and making it hard for him to breathe as he felt her drag her pussy up and down his face, wringing the last bit of pleasure out of his mouth. Finally feeling the pleasure abate Andromeda relaxed her grip on Harrys' hair, enjoying the soft kisses and lapping he was giving her oversensitive pussy, sending out small shock waves through her body. The feel of his soft tongue running up and down her thighs, cleaning up her mess, was absolutely divine.
Harry hoped he had sufficiently placated Miss Brown as he did not want to bring home a complaint to Aunt Petunia under any circumstances. Just to make sure he also added,
"If you need a toilet I am also available Miss Brown." Andromeda was still trying to regain her breath when she heard his words, causing her brain to short out. When she pieced together what he meant she almost swallowed her tongue, she had never even considered using someone like that. The thought was definitively delightfully dirty and the power over him such a position offered was very enticing.
Looking into the expectant eyes of the future Lord Black she, however, decided this was enough for today, anymore and she wouldn't be able to walk straight.
"No thank you Harry, not today."
Pleased she wasn't calling him 'Mister Potter' anymore he still had to make sure,
"Will you be sending a complaint home Miss Brown?"
Seeing the worried eyes of the boy in front of her she understood he was worried about how Mrs Dursley would react to a complaint. Smirking she realized this actually gave her a great opportunity to get some lasting power over the boy.
"No, I will however place you on probation. You will be spending time with me after the classes are over and you will be helping around in my classroom during recess. Now get going before your Aunt gets worried."
Relieved he quickly nodded, grabbed his bag and almost flew out the door with a "Thank you Miss Brown!"
Andromeda slumped in her chair, feeling better than she had in years as she realized this assignment of hers was actually turning out to be a lot of fun.
A/N Got sent this a while ago and I am preserving it as it was deleted from its original website, has a total of 43 chapters so am uploading in segments though was never fully completed.
Chapter 1: 1106 Words
Chapter 2: 1013 Words
Chapter 3: 1287 Words
Chapter 4: 1959 Words
Chapter 5: 1048 Words
Chapter 6: 1873 Words
Chapter 7: 2032 Words
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