Second Chances [The Dudley Story]

Dudley's grip on her waist hardened, his large hand leaving flushed red marks against her porcelain-pale skin. As his lips dominated hers, his other hand slipped between her legs, fingers brushing against her soaked slit, teasing and rubbing her folds slowly. The heat of the kiss deepened; wet, breathy, carnal. His tongue probed her soft mouth, tasting her sweetness, while her smaller one responded shyly, curiously, like she was learning him through each motion.

She was new to this. Dudley could tell from how tentative her movements were, how her kisses fluttered before deepening again. So he guided her, going slow, showing her how to move her lips, how to breathe into the kiss, how to moan softly when his fingers pressed a little firmer between her thighs.

Her body responded faster than her mind. Her hips shifted toward his hand, her lips parting on instinct as she melted against him.

"Let's move to a better place. The movie can wait."

With a smooth motion, Dudley scooped her up into a princess carry, her weight feather-light in his arms. He walked through the living room and into the nearest bedroom, Luna's own room, and gently laid her back on her bed, her hair spilling over the pillow like gold silk.

He climbed on top, lips meeting hers again, then started trailing down. His tongue glided over her neck, across her collarbones, lower and lower. He suckled on her tight nipples, teasing them with his teeth, drawing gasps from her throat. Then he licked across her flat, trembling belly, leaving a glistening trail as she spread her legs slowly, shyly. Those white stockings made her look like something out of his filthiest fantasy.

Dudley didn't hesitate. He drove in with his mouth, tongue flattening against her slick rosy pussy, licking her up like melted sugar. He tasted her virgin nectar, probed her tight folds, flicked over her clit until her back arched. He clamped his mouth over her pussy, slurping, sucking, devouring her with obscene sounds and fevered hunger. And through it all, he stared up at her face, beautifully twisted with shame and bliss.

Her lips parted in soft squeaks and breathless giggles like she didn't know what to do with the storm of pleasure consuming her.

Dudley was rock-hard. Aching. His cock throbbed with the need to be buried in her heat, but he took his time, savoring her taste, the way her thighs trembled around his face. Her white stockings brushed against his cheeks, her covered toes tickling over his lower back.

Then, in a shaky, high-pitched voice, Luna moaned out, breathless, desperate. "L-Let me… tooo-ooh!"

Dudley pulled back with a grin, lips shiny from her drips.

Sliding beside her, he lay flat, tossing his trousers away in one smooth move, then yanking his T-shirt over his head. Completely bare now, his chest heaving, his rock-hard cock standing proud.

Luna pushed up on her knees, her slender frame looking even more delicate next to his. She froze for a moment, eyes locked on his length, her lips parting in awe. Then, with trembling fingers, she reached out and wrapped her hand around his cock.

It pulsed in her grip, hot and heavy, and she stared at it like she'd discovered something terrifying and amazing all at once. "It's bigger than… the books."

What the hell has she been reading?

Dudley didn't ask. He was too far gone now, drunk at the sight of her sitting between his big legs, looking at him like she was about to unwrap some long-awaited present. Her warm hands braced his thighs as she leaned down and gave his cock a long, deliberate lick from base to tip. Her tongue, soft, warm, curious, and sinfully sweet.

Then, she got messy. Luna wrapped her lips around his swollen head and suckled it slowly, then deeper, her tongue swirling as she tried to match what she must have read or seen. Her spit soon coated his shaft, drooling down his length as she bobbed her head amateurishly, struggling, moaning, gagging softly on part of his shaft, but never stopping.

She didn't give up when she felt his crown nudge at the back of her throat. Then she tried another way that she had read. Her hand cupped his balls while her face rubbed into them, nuzzling them with her cheek like they were warm, living pillows. She licked them too, hot little flicks, and pressed her tongue under his shaft as she worked him.

It was sloppy, wet, obscene. Spit clung to her chin, her nose brushed against his groin with every push, and Dudley throbbed, barely holding himself back.

She tried again to take him in her tight mouth. Her cheeks puffed out as she managed to take over half of his cock inside that silky mouth again. The tightness was unreal, hot, and snug, wrapping around his shaft.

Dudley groaned loudly as he felt her teeth graze him, just a little, her inexperience making it imperfect—but God, it didn't matter.

Her lips sealed around him again, and she began suckling his cockhead with slow, reverent motions, then took more of him in. And more. Her mouth trailed lower until her lips almost kissed the base of his flesh wand, tears pooling in her eyes. From there, her tongue slipped free, licking under his shaft again, flicking and teasing the stretch of skin right before his back hole, nestling her pretty face right beneath his sack, licking there.

So obscene that even Dudley was surprised. Her tongue seemingly fought to inch closer to his other hole while he still lay flat on his back. She stroked him with her hand and just licked his balls and whatever was below there.

It felt so hot that he almost burst. That was it, he decided to move on. Luna was too adventurous.

But before he could stop her, Luna sat back on her knees, panting, wiping her face with her hands, and moving the stuck hair away from her forehead.

"I think I'm ready, Dudley."

She looks ready. Dudley noticed her expressions and the sheer glistening wetness between her legs. Her pussy was like a tight slit, a line of pink teasing him to enter.

"Try on top of me. That way you can control how much to take, when to take, and if it hurts too much." Dudley advised her, genuinely worried about her. He didn't want to hurt Luna at all. Although she wanted him, in every way, he didn't want it to be a bad memory.

"Oh, I read the same," Luna replied and straddled his waist, her legs impossibly stretching wide as he was simply much bulkier and healthier than her slender frame.

She reached down and grabbed his cock, her fingers quivering slightly from the arousal still buzzing through her body. Then, with a determined little breath, she straddled him.

Dudley watched, hypnotized, as Luna angled his swollen cockhead against her soaked, tight slit. The tip barely pressed in, but it was like trying to force a fist through a locked door. She whimpered, grinding slowly, grinding again, letting her own nectar help swallow him.

"Aaaah!" Her voice cracked when his bulbous head finally sank in, stretching her virgin flower open like nothing ever had.

The pressure was insane, like she was being split from within. Her eyes fluttered, her mouth hung open. Pain flickered across her face, but it was buried under something darker. She loved it. That struggle, the burn, the way her pussy clung to every inch; it didn't scare her. It turned her on like fire in her blood.

She was going to lose it—right here, right now. And Dudley felt it. Something inside her gave way around his cock, something tight, unseen, precious. He felt her body jolt, her thighs spasm.

Luna gasped sharply, trembling as that faint sting sliced through her pleasure. But it was gone in a blink, replaced by the flood of everything new. Her insides shuddered, then welcomed him in, inch by inch.

She kept moving, tiny bounces, pushing herself down more, impaling her tight cunt deeper on his cock. Every motion smeared more wetness down his length, and then he saw it—crimson. Just a little. She'd done it. Luna Lovegood was no longer a virgin. Her body looked ruined and reborn at the same time, and she kept going, chasing that hunger neither of them had the words for.

Dudley didn't interrupt. He just held her, his large hands kneading her silky thighs, letting her pace it out.

But once she had more than half his length inside her, she suddenly stopped. Pulled off. Sat back between his legs again, her cunt red and twitching, her face flushed. And then, like nothing happened, she leaned down and took his cock back into her mouth.

"W-What are you doing?" Dudley asked, stunned.

"I was just curious… hmh… how it'd taste this… way." Her voice was hoarse, her breath hot. Her pussy had just been fucked open for the first time, and now her lips were gliding along the same shaft, slowly lapping it, letting her tongue taste what remained of her virginity.

Ah, as expected from Luna.

"And? What's the verdict?"

"Salty."

"As expected," Dudley replied. He'd given her room, but now… "Let's try another position. Let's try hands and knees."

"Oh? Doggy? I read it's fun."

"..."

No hesitation, Luna spun around and got on all fours, arching her back like a good girl, her round ass in the air.

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