Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

By then, Hannah's heart was hammering furiously but her body felt as if she was moving in whipped cream. A wave surged through her, carried her over the top and she came hard. She felt herself squirting with a loud splosh.

"Ahhh—umphhh!!" She cried out incoherently.

She convulsed so hard against the tree, leaning further back. She saw stars in front of her eyes as the intense waves of pleasure began to diminish. Her hand stops moving the dildo, utterly drenched in her hot climax, weakly letting go and letting it stay there inside her pussy.

At that point, Dudley finished painting. He walked over to Hannah, naked below his waist, his manhood dangling with throbbing need. He spread his legs, landing each foot beside her waist as he stood above her, his large cock close to her lips, towering just as his tall frame.

"Go on," he smiled at her.

Hannah, still panting from the wild orgasm, couldn't help but feel hot again from the sight of his sizable, bulging shaft, larger than what she took between her legs. She knew it would feel different inside her, maybe even more amazing.

But too tired to try that, she opened up her mouth and tentatively licked the tip, the salty punch instantly hitting her palate.

Dudley allowed her to suckle his swollen mushroom head while he stroked his length with an urgent, primal need. Her mouth felt so hot, and having built up that erection for a while, he felt the tickles in his balls spread through his body.

"Hannah… ah… You don't mind if I…"

"Hmm…" Hannah flinched and tightened her lips around the rim of his bulbous cockhead. One of her hands instinctively reached for his girth, afraid he'd pull back.

But after seeing he didn't intend to, she relaxedly suckled his tip, both her hands then gently resting on his thighs, holding him there.

"Ugh…"

Dudley shuddered and felt his shaft throb, the convulsions spreading all across his hips and front. With a final groan, he emptied his creamy, thick, sticky, ropes of cum into Hannah's mouth. The burst was so much that he felt as if his knees were emptied out, all going into that hot, scorching throat—a whole week's accumulation.

"Umph…gh…" She gagged and coughed, trying to contain it all in her bulging cheeks.

"You can spit it out if you want," Dudley told her.

But Hannah's watery eyes looked up at him, glazed in exhaustion and arousal, and then she gulped down his thick cream audibly. Bit by bit, swallowing the warm viscous fluid down her throat, causing a squeezing sucking motion on his tip to take in every last drop.

Dudley shivered one last time, as he felt the last drops being pulled out of his cockhead.

After a moment, he tiredly sat down beside her and pulled her head onto his shoulder. With a wave of his wand, he summoned his pants to cover his calming cock.

"You looked beautiful, Hannah," he muttered, puffing from his own strenuous stroking. "I think I did alright painting you."

"Can I see?"

"Of course!" Dudley jumped to his feet and put on his pants.

Then, he walked over to the easel and grabbed the canvas whole. Though he took a quick pause to admire the painting as well as the model, her skirt was still bunched up, revealing her plump pale thighs, and the rosy drenched slit. The dildo was on the side, though the t-shirt had fallen down and covered those delightful mounds.

"Have a look." He sat down beside her once again and held the canvas on his lap. "I'm not an expert, so don't mind any minor issues. I struggle with the eyes."

"This!" Susan's eyes widened. First in praise and then in panic. The details were great, and the colors were beautiful. With the backdrop of the lake and Hogwarts, there she was by the tree, her naked breasts glistening under the sunlight, her drenched lower lips being struck by her willing hands, dildo half in and half out. Her white panties were on her knee, and her face… it was too recognizable. "W-Where will you keep this?"

Dudley chuckled and wrapped an arm around her shoulder, landing a soft kiss on her cheek. Although he loved her confident self, that gullible, shy outburst of panic was always cute. "In my bedroom at my new farmhouse near London. I'm considering buying some big farmlands and getting a few horses. I want to make it a nice, comfortable place, but still close enough to the city. You should come to visit whenever you'd like… I'd love to paint you more."

Hannah breathed deeply and looked back at the canvas. "Next one… I get to keep."

"Sure, keep as many as you want."

The two didn't return to the school right away. Since there were still plenty of sunlight hours left, they stayed by the tree, shoulder to shoulder, reading books and chatting. Dudley didn't do anything other than some quick rubs of his hand and making out after cleansing their mouths.

Then as the sun began to set, they gathered their things and headed back towards the school. Dudley had brought an expansion pouch to store the canvas, thankfully, as walking with that painting was inviting a headache.

"Will you be going home for Easter too?" Hannah asked, walking beside him.

"I have to. D&D Capital is at a really important stage right now. The expansion's moving fast, and it needs my approval before we can plan the next steps." Dudley replied truthfully. "When I get back, could I borrow your notes? I've got to get ready for the exams."

"Heh, um, I don't think you'll need it, Dudley. You hardly studied these past two years and still did better than me and Susan."

"Well, studying is one thing I'm good at. But it's nowhere near Hermione's level. I envy that girl's head," Dudley muttered and walked into the corridor of the school, headed towards the Hufflepuff common room. "Speaking of brains, I hope Susan finished her assignment."

"She's just lazy, not dumb," Hannah added.

"Dud!"

Dudley halted and looked behind. Harry and Ron came running towards him, waving through the corridor.

"Where were you? I've been looking for you since morning."

"I was near the lake, Harry. Painting and basking in the sun. What happened?" Dudley asked, noticing a hint of a scowl on Ron's face. That could only mean one thing. "Where's Hermione?"

"Probably off sulking somewhere again. Big surprise," Ron groaned from the side, rolling his eyes.

You're one lucky dude. She still chose to share a bed with you.

"What happened?" He looked at his sensible cousin.

"I got a Firebolt a few days ago—a gift. But Hermione told Professor McGonagall, and she confiscated it. She… she shouldn't have done that."

"Did you know who sent it?" Dudley asked.

"No."

"Did you get it tested for any curses or stuff?"

"No."

"Do you know someone's after your life?"

"Y-Yeah." Harry shrank his neck as he realized his mistake.

Thump!

Dudley softly knocked on his cousin's head. "Then why the fuck are you sulking? You're filthy rich, Harry—just buy a new one. Who cares?"

"Pfft! It seems Weasley's pitiful little fortune has infected the Potters as well. Spent it all trying to raise your mum from the dead, did you, Potter?"

Dudley rubbed his face tiredly and looked behind him. There he was, Draco Malfoy with his two fat lackeys and the tall Zabini who had a whore for a mother. Or perhaps the bitch was just a cursed witch.

"Go back and suckle your mum's tits, Draco! Don't raise your voice when adults are talking," Dudley retorted back. The easiest way to reach Lucius was through Draco, after all.

"You! Silence, you mudblood!" Draco sneered, his anger evident as he reached for his wand. "Typical. What else would spill from that disgusting mouth?"

"Wisdom on making money? Not that you'd know much about it—Daddy's little princess always gets everything mouthfed to him, doesn't he, Malfoy?"

Go on, get angry, Malfoy. Let me lead you to ruin.

"How dare you!" Malfoy bellowed and finally took out his wand and aimed it at Dudley. "You… Soon, you'll know your place, mudbloo—"

"What's that? You're saying I'm wrong? Fine, let's make it interesting, then. Gryffindor and Slytherin are playing soon, aren't they?" Dudley changed the subject with a smirk. "Do you really think your team stands a chance?"

"Of course we will. Potter's had his little moments of luck these past two years, but it's clearly run out now. Don't you think so, Potter? Woooo~" Draco waved his arms, mockingly imitating a Dementor. "Slytherin will crush you."

"Great!" Dudley clapped his hand and looked left and right. Quickly, he noticed a pretty, blonde-haired Slytherin girl going around them. "Daphne! A moment, please."

The blue-eyed quiet girl halted and looked at him, a single brow raised in annoyance, disliking being stared at by all those boys there. But, she was thankful to Dudley for the whistle. "I'm in a hurry, Dudley."

Ah, she didn't forget to use my first name.

"It won't take long. I need you to be a neutral witness to the bet that I and Draco are about to make," he declared and looked back at Draco. "How does ten thousand… no, let's make it a hundred thousand. How does a hundred thousand Galleons sound as a bet?"

"..."

All noise died down in that entire corridor. Even those who were just passing by stopped and looked at the small crowd of Dudley's side and Draco's side. Nobody coughed and whispered, they all stood speechless when they heard the amount.

Dudley noticed a curved smile on Daphne's lips and winked before focusing back on Draco. "What? Your daddy can't afford that?"

"He can! I can! It's you, Dursley, that I'm uncertain of. Do you honestly think your pathetic Muggle father can afford it?"

"Pfft!" Harry snorted upon hearing that.

"Haha, he's gotten dumber," Ron bellowed openly. "Malfoy, Dudley is among the richest wizards in the country."

The world, I think. Dudley thought but didn't correct. He wasn't sure how rich the richest wizard was.

All eyes fell on Dudley at Ron's proclamation.

"Don't worry about it, Draco. Just tell me, are you up for the bet? If Gryffindor loses, I'll give you a hundred thousand Galleons. If Slytherin loses, you pay me the same." Dudley raised his hand towards Draco to seal the bet and glanced at Daphne. "You heard it?"

"Loud and clear." The blonde Slytherin seemed to be enjoying it.

Finally, all eyes landed on Draco, mounting the pressure on his spineless back. This wasn't simply one or two galleons, but the lifetime wealth of a well-off wizard family. Of course, it wasn't that big for the Malfoys, but it was still a lot.

Draco gulped, feeling cornered.

"You can back out if you want. I wouldn't blame you. It's your daddy's money, afte—"

"I accept it! Let's make the bet, Dursley!" Draco sneered, spinning on his heel to leave. "I don't shake mudblood hands."

Dudley shrugged and smiled before looking at the witness. "Thanks, Daphne. Dinner's on me on Hogsmeade week."

"Sure… if you win the bet." Daphne waved at him and left.

Ignoring Ron and Harry's amusement, and Hanna's hand clutching his sweater's edge anxiously, Dudley looked at the distant shadow of Draco still in his view.

Hah! Can't wait to see the look on your daddy's face, Ferret.

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