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A/N – Usual disclaimer- I don’t own Harry Potter, I don’t make any money from this, etc, etc. If I owned Harry Potter, I wouldn’t be writing fanfiction, I’d be using my wealth to build a secret volcano lair. I’ve always been annoyed that many-multi-millionaires don’t build lairs and try to kill James Bond anymore.

Honestly, this chapter nearly killed me. I’ve re-written it about 6 times, I just could not get it into a state I was entirely happy with. I’ve eventually just thought, ‘fuck it’. It’s porn, the plot doesn’t matter all that much. If it doesn’t make 100% sense, then, well, neither does most porn- It’s just not possible to get a plumber out that quickly.

So if you find plot-holes, OOC behaviour and other such in this chapter, rest assured, I noticed it. This story has been plaguing me for quite a long time now, because I just can’t bring everything together the way I envisaged. It may have been a little bit too ambitious for what is only my 3rd or 4th story. Practise makes perfect, and I haven’t had much of it. Especially lately, being so distracted by Fallout 4, Assassin’s Creed Syndicate, and all the LEGO I got over Christmas. You’re never too old for LEGO.

This chapter had been my stumbling block in this story. Now I’ve got it finished, I hope the rest will come quicker.

Anyway, let’s get this shindig on the road…

ADDENDUM - I FORGOT TO ADD THE WARNINGS TO THE DESCRIPTION. HAVE ADDED THEM NOW. CHEATING, F/M SEX, M/M SEX IN FINAL CHAPTER.


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Just over a week had past since Tonks watched Dudley fuck some random muggle girl from Little Winging bow-legged. Tonks had tried not to think about it, or about how she’d stood and watched it happen with her fingers buried in her dripping quim, until she came, part of her wishing she had been the one getting fucked silly. And for the most part, she’d succeeded in ignoring the even more embarrassing memory of fingering herself imagining it was her Dudley was pounding into an alleyway wall. When she and Harry were in bed together, his nimble, dextrous fingers and long, talented tongue had her struggling to think about anything.

But Tonks had found that her sex drive was just naturally quite a bit higher than Harry’s. Harry had tried his best to keep up, but was now sitting at his desk with a stiff bandage supporting his right wrist, and admonitions to rest it for a few days from Madam Pompfrey, the Hogwarts Healer, whom Tonks had asked to come over yesterday when his hand hadn’t stopped hurting after becoming painful two days earlier, ringing in his ears. Tonks had jumped him so many times, and he’d ended up with his fingers inside her so often, that he’d actually sprained his wrist, but being Harry, he’d ignored the pain, and kept using his right hand, which had made the injury significantly worse, eventually actually tearing a ligament. He’d only even mentioned it to Tonks after he’d lost so much function in the wrist that he hadn’t been able to keep ignoring it.

Madam Pompfrey had decided to check him over, and had also found an old fracture in his jaw that hadn’t healed properly, so she’d set about vanishing his lower jaw and giving him a dose of skele-grow. The wrist injury took another dose, and saw the two being informed that muscle and ligament injuries were difficult and slow to heal, comparatively anyway, and the wrist would have to be rested for the next couple of days while the potion worked it’s magic, just like the jaw. Since Harry would have to move his jaw while it was still healing, to eat and drink at a minimum, it would take longer to heal than it usually took to re-grow bones.

This of course had the side effect of meaning that Harry couldn’t use his fingers or tongue on Tonks for a couple of days, which she found she was coping with much worse than she would have thought. Harry’s penis on it’s own didn’t bring her much pleasure at all, barely having been long enough to break her hymen on their first night together.

She had ended up having to take matters into her own hands by the first evening. Which it turned out, was not helpful in aiding her wilfully ignore her shameful alleyway encounter. The first day, as she had after she first saw Dudley naked, on the landing as he came out of the bathroom, she pictured Harry fucking her with a huge cock like that.

By the second afternoon, she was just imagining Dudley fucking her. Once, Harry had been sitting at his desk watching her finger herself, his summer homework forgotten in favour of savouring the view of his new wife playing with herself, and he’d gotten so turned on by the time she’d finished, a moan breaking her lips as she, unknowingly to him, fantasised about Dudley bending her over and taking her from behind while he tugged on her hair, that he’d joined her in bed, his penis easily slipping inside her dripping wet pussy, and began thrusting.

Tonks’ mind, still on a high from her orgasm while fantasising about Dudley, couldn’t help but focus on the difference between that immense imagined pleasure and what Harry was doing to her.

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Tonks was worried. For the last few days, whenever she got off, it was always while imagining Dudley having sex with her. It didn’t matter if she was playing with herself, or whether Harry was the one stimulating her, she couldn’t seem to reach her climax unless she closed her eyes and pictured Dudley slamming into her with his huge cock. Even after Harry hand and jaw had healed, and he was able to go back to using his fingers and tongue on her, that which had brought her great pleasure before, now no longer was enough on its own.

She was starting to get horny right now, just thinking about it. She sat up from where she was laying on top of her and Harry’s bed, and looked over at Harry, who had his back to her, sitting at his desk writing the essay his Transfiguration professor had given out as summer homework. Looking over at the clock, and remembering what the time when she did this before, Tonks made a snap decision.

“Harry, I’m going for a walk.” Her husband looked up from the open book and sheets of parchment on his desk.

“Anywhere in particular?”

“Just round the park, probably.” Tonks replied as she put her boots on.

“Want some company? I could do with some fresh air?”

No! I mean, no, you have your essay to finish. It’s your last one, might as well get it over with, then we’ll have the rest of the summer to ourselves. I’ll get some take-away on my way back. Want anything particular?”

“I kinda fancy fish and chips, actually.”

“Alrighty then. See you in a bit babe.” And with that, Tonks left the room, and moments later, the house. Her destination was not the park, however.

After about half an hour, Tonks had found what she was looking for. She was now in that same alley as before, watching Dudley fuck a different muggle girl stupid, with her jeans un-buttoned and her fingers quickly working her towards an amazing orgasm.

She explained how long she was gone by saying there had been half a dozen people ahead of her in the queue at the fish ‘n’ chip shop.

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A week passed, and each night, Tonks found some excuse to go for a walk without Harry, and each night, found herself, in various places around the small town, watching Dudley fuck. She was both surprised and not that he was fucking a different girl each day, all of them, always very attractive. She supposed that with a cock like that, Dudley could get just about anything he wanted.

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Tonks was alone in Harry’s bedroom, and quite bored. Remus had come over to ask Harry if he wanted to go to Grimmauld Place for a few hours, and see his godfather and his friends, who were there for the day. Hermione’s parents were going to a dentist’s convention in London, so had dropped Hermione off there, while Ron, Ginny, and the twins Fred and George had used the Floo to get there from the Burrow, having arranged the visit a few days before, when Hermione learned of her parents’ plans. Tonks herself had begged off- she had a headache, and because of it was in no mood for putting up with the Twins. They always tried to prank her. The last time, they’d turned her into a canary with some enchanted biscuit they’d slipped her.

Deciding to take advantage of her loneliness, and hopefully distract herself from her headache, Tonks shucked her jeans off, and began playing with herself, her experienced fingers soon finding her clit and beginning to tease herself, while her other hand began to fondle one of her currently c-cup tits. Tonks had been diddling herself for a few minutes, and was starting to get worked up, when her concentration was broken.

“Thinking of me?” A voice that certainly wasn’t Harry’s asked from near the door.

Tonks shot up, her hands grabbing the first thing at hand – the quilt- and covering herself from whoever was in the room, before looking to see that the intruder was Dudley. The chubby boy was standing just inside the open door, and as she watched, he fully entered the room, closing the door behind himself.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” Tonks asked, her voice low and threatening.

Dudley completely ignored her anger, and just stood there calmly, smirking slightly. “I’m sure Harry would be interested to know just what you’ve been up to.”

“What are you on about?” growled Tonks. Dudley’s smirk only grew at that.

“I mean, what would he think about how you’ve been sneaking around, watching me fuck girls. Fingering yourself in public while you watch his cousin shag whoever he wants.”

All the blood seemed to drain from Tonks’ face. He knew? She couldn’t let him tell Harry. She reached for her jeans, and began rummaging through the pockets.

“Looking for your wand?” Tonks looked up to see that Dudley looked smug. “I’ve got it. Not on me of course, it’s hidden, I picked your pocket when we bumped into each other outside the bathroom about an hour ago.” Tonks looked very worried now. “You can have it back, with my promise not to tell Harry about your…voyeurism, if you give me what I want.”

Tonks sighed, defeated. Without a wand, she couldn’t obliviate him. She’d have to do what he asked, until she got her want back anyway. She pulled her jeans underneath the duvet covering her, and quickly put them back on.

“What do you want?” Dudley grew closer, that insufferably smug grin still upon his face.

“Nothing too bad, you don’t need to look so worried. Just…one snog.”

“What?” Tonks spluttered.

“One snog. I want to snog my cousin’s hot wife. Yes or no?” Tonks just sat there silently, staring at him in shock.

“Yes, or I tell Harry, and break your wand” Dudley growled.

“Yes! Alright, just don’t tell Harry!” Tonks gave in. She stood up when Dudley motioned her to, and offered no resistance when he approached, the smirk firmly back on his face.

She was surprised how quick he could move, for such an overweight guy, when he lunged forward and harshly claimed her lips. After a few moments of being kissed closed mouth, his tongue forced her lips open, and plunged into hers. She was utterly helpless against his weight and strength, and had no option but to surrender to his questing tongue, as it plundered her mouth.
Despite herself, despite the knowledge that she was being coerced into this, Tonks began to enjoy the kiss. This was what she had been fantasising about. Harry was sweet, and gentle, but Dudley was rough, and forceful, and the way he just took what he wanted ignited something primal inside her, some primeval instinct that seemed to recognise a superior predator.

Slowly, her tongue began to move against his, her fingers raised to wrap around his shoulders, holding Dudley where he was as she practically melted against him.

Dudley smirked against her lips when she began to kiss him back. This was how it had gone so many times. Girls would often say no to him at first, but pretty soon they wanted more. He knew he had her in his grasp now. It was time to make the next move.

Dudley moved one of his hands from where they had been holding her close, preventing any opportunity of escape, and before she could speak to object, shoved it down the front of her jeans, and shoved two fingers into her quim, still wet from her own diddling of it.

Tonks finally broke the kiss, but instead of pulling away, she just threw her head back and moaned. Dudley’s fat fingers felt even better inside her than Harry’s slim digits. Dudley seemed to share Harry’s talent with his fingers too, because he quickly began to finger fuck her tight pussy with all the skill of a master. Dudley gave her no time to collect her thoughts, and latched onto her neck, lavishing licks, nips and kisses up and down the slim column of flesh, loving the way Tonks moaned under his ministrations.

Dudley roughly shoves a third finger inside her, stretching Tonks more than she ever had been by Harry’s fingers or cock, and her moans became almost constant, as Dudley soon brought her to climax, her orgasm so strong that her legs buckled and she fell against Dudley, his strength alone keeping her standing.

She was helpless to do anything other than shake slightly as Dudley shoved her back onto the bed, and began tugging her clothes off. She gave no resistance as he pulled her jeans and panties off in one move, nor when he grabbed her Weird Sisters t-shirt and ripped it off her. She just laid there as his fingers roughly groped her tits.

When he stepped back and began pulling his own clothes off, she finally realised what he was expecting to happen. Tonks though was in a daze, her mind hazy with lust, and all she could focus on was the gigantic cock which Dudley had just pulled out. It was even bigger than she had thought. Now rock solid, it was at least 10 inches long, monstrously thick, and hanging underneath were those gorgeous balls she had seen before, large as a grapefruit, and almost seeming to pulse with the need to shoot their massive load of cum.

Dudley himself wasn’t very attractive, Tonks thought idly. He was quite overweight, Harry’s description of a pig-in-a-wig seeming quite appropriate. His mop of blond hair seemed to fit oddly on top of his fat, round head. None of this mattered though, because the beast in between his legs more than made up for his other faults. It didn’t matter what he looked like, the gigantic cock he sported let him take what he wanted from any woman he fancied, and right now, he fancied using that magnificent cock on her.

As Dudley approached, Tonks just shifted so she was laying on the bed properly, her legs spread wide, invitingly. The bed groaned as Dudley climbed on and positioned himself on top of her, one hand holding his cock ready and aimed at her dripping pussy. Then in one, swift move, Dudley sheathed himself inside her to the hilt. Tonks’ back arched as she was filled to her limit and then stretched even further, her body spasmed once then she came, hard, shaking and moaning loud enough to test the silencing ward she had placed on the room her first night here.

Dudley slowly began to pull out, his thick cock stimulating parts of Tonks’ pussy she didn’t even know existed, until just the head of his cock was still inside her. Here, Dudley had an idea, and paused, the grin on his face becoming almost cruel.

“So, slut, why are you letting me fuck you when you’re married to my cousin?”

Tonks looked up at him, the haze of lust enveloping her making it hard to think, and simply began to thrust her hips in Dudley’s direction, trying to get his cock back inside her, wanting to feel that amazing stretching sensation again, wanting nothing in the world as much as the immense pleasure he gave her.

Dudley held still, and used one hand to roughly grab and tug on Tonks’ hair, the sharp sting bringing her back to reality a bit, and repeated his question.

“I…I…don’t know, just please, keep fucking me!” Tonks whined, her desperation obvious in her voice.

“Either you answer me properly slut, or I’m leaving now, and you’ll never get my cock inside you again.” Dudley growled, the cruel grin still on his face.

“Noooo, I need it” Tonks whined again, still trying to gyrate her hips and get more of him inside her.

“Well, if you’re not going to answer…” Dudley let the sentence trail off as he made a show of getting ready to get up, never actually intending to leave though.

“Because Harry’s got a tiny cock!” Tonks near-shouted, blurting out things she had hoped never to give voice to, so desperate was she for more of Dudley’s cock, that she’d say anything to make sure he didn’t leave without fucking her first. “ I’ve been watching you fuck muggle girls and wishing it was me you were fucking, I want to feel what it’s like to really get fuc-“

Tonks almost chocked on her own tongue mid-sentence when Dudley, satisfied by her answer, slammed back into her with enough force to bruise. He then set a blistering pace, thrusting into Tonks hard and fast, not giving her a chance to recover as she seemed caught up in a never ending orgasm. One climax just seemed to flow into the next, and the pleasure she felt as Dudley’s cock wrecked her pussy, wrecked her mind just as intensely. She was unable to do anything other than gasp and moan as she was fucked silly, just like the muggle girls whose place she had fantasised about being in.

Dudley’s size was oppressive, he seemed to be her whole world right now. His weight pressed down on her, the submissive slut he had unleashed in her loving the way she was pinned, helpless to the bed by him, nearly as much as she loved the cock sending bolts of pleasure through her with every thrust.

Soon, Dudley was breathing hard from the exertion of keeping up the pace of his assault on her pussy, and he pulled out, to change position. He knew from experience that the brief break and a change of pace helped him last longer.

He roughly pulled Tonks into the position he wanted, forcing her onto her hands and knees on the edge of the bed, with him standing behind her. Tonks looked back at him over her shoulder as he positioned himself at her entrance again, and began wiggling her juicy ass, teasing him. She jumped in surprise when Dudley’s palm came down on her ass, spanking her hard enough to leave a pink handprint on her right ass cheek. Tonks was shocked that she enjoyed it. The stinging blow sent a delightful sensation through her loins, making her quiver as she eagerly waited for him to bury his titanic dick inside her again.

Dudley wasn’t one to leave a girl hanging, at least not the first time, when he wanted to get them utterly addicted to his cock so they’d come crawling back again and again, so he thrust forward, fucking her full of his cock in one fell swoop.

Just like the first time, Tonks came just from his cock filling her, her juices unable to escape, Dudley’s cock was so large that it acted almost like a plug, allowing only a few drops of her cum to escape. Schluck, schluck, schluck-like noises filled the room, as Dudley’s cock slid in and out of Tonks’ dripping wet pussy.

Dudley began spanking Tonks, his hand coming down on her ass with increasing force and speed, until her ass cheeks were bright red. Tonks absolutely loved it, moaning louder and louder as her butt was abused by Dudley’s meaty hands, the stinging pain emanating from her ass wonderfully complimenting the feeling of her pussy being destroyed by his monster of a cock.

Tonks’ vocabulary was reduced to ‘fuck’, ‘so good’ and ‘more’ as Dudley pounded her, until he too was nearing his end.

Leaning forward, his weight on her back, Dudley grabbed Tonks’ hair roughly and tugged it, pulling her head back far enough that it was next to his own, and he could see the expression on her face. Her eyes were rolled back into her head, her tongue was lolling out of her mouth, she looked like he had literally fucked her stupid.

He slowed his thrusts until she seemed able to speak again, and said “I’m gonna cum you little slut, do you want it in your pussy, or do you want me to shoot my load down your throat?”

Tonks knew she’d never be able to explain a pregnancy to Harry- she always cast the contraceptive spell before they had sex, and she couldn’t now, since Dudley had her wand hidden away somewhere. That left her only one option, as much as she wanted to feel Dudley’s cum filling her up. “In my mouth.”

“As you wish” Dudley grunted as he pulled out of Tonks’ now gaping cunt, her pussy and thighs covered with her cum. He sat down heavily on the chair by the desk, his hand grasping his cock, the head dripping with pre-cum, and said “Alright then slut, get over here and suck me until I cum”

Tonks obeyed instantly, or tried to. Her legs were so weak that she couldn’t stand, so she slid onto the floor and crawled over to him, kneeling between his spread legs.

She wrapped her hands around the base of his cock, her eyes gazing in awe at the titanic shaft, gleaming with her pussy juices. She slowly lent in and began licking, her tongue moving up and down the shaft, as she quickly gained confidence from Dudley’s moans, glad she was bringing him pleasure too.

After she had cleaned her sweet juices off his cock, she rose up slightly and took the head into her mouth, her lips stretching obscenely to make it fit. She began to bob up and down, taking more and more of it into her mouth, until his cock hit the back of her throat. She only had half of his cock in her mouth though, so her hands started to stroke the remainder of his cock, while she began to pleasure what of Dudley’s cock she could fit into her mouth.

“I’m nearly there, slut” Dudley moaned, then grabbed her head, taking control of the blowjob, he began to forcefully fuck her face, his cock thrusting into her mouth as it had her pussy, and Tonks came. She loved how she was being treated, as just a warm, wet hole for him to fuck.

Suddenly, Dudley pulled her even deeper on his cock, until he was actually in her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. Tonks shook as she struggled to breathe, with Dudley’s cock completely buried in her throat. She felt his balls throbbing against her chin, then a pulse seemed to move up his cock, before his hot cum began to shoot down her throat directly into her stomach.

Tonks came again as Dudley completely controlled her. As he showed her how little she mattered to him. To him, she was just a fuck-toy. Her comfort didn’t matter, giving her pleasure was a side benefit of taking his own…it was the most intense orgasm she had ever had.

Soon, Dudley pulled out of her mouth, and as she gagged and coughed, gasping for breath, he slapped her in the face with his softening meat, smearing her face and lips with the cum still dripping from his cock.

“Ah, that was fun slut. Well, I better go. You should probably clean yourself up if you don’t want Harry to know what we did” With that, Dudley stood, gathered his clothes, and left the room. A minute later, her wand was thrown into the room.

As she knelt on the floor trying to comprehend what had just happened, she heard the distinctive crack of apparition in the back garden. Remus had brought Harry back!

Tonks grabbed her wand, waving it quickly as she cast spells to clean the mess she and Dudley had made. The multiple small pools of their juices on the bed and floor vanished, the stains and creases on the bed disappeared, the shirt Dudley had ripped off her was repaired. She tugged her clothes back on as she could hear Harry saying goodbye to Remus. As footsteps came up the stairs, she shoved her wand into her pocket, picked up a book, sat down on the bed, and pretended to be reading.

A moment later, Harry came into the room. His face seemed to light up when he saw her, making her feel incredibly guilty about what had just happened. He almost bounded across the room, sat next to her, and pulled her into a passionate kiss that left her breathless.

“What was that for?” Tonks asked, once he had pulled back.

Harry met her eyes, “I just realised that this was the longest we’ve been apart since we got married. It was only a few hours, but I really missed you. I just had to kiss you.”

Tonks couldn’t help but smile at how sweet he was being, even as inside she cried. Why had she cheated on him? What had driven her to do that?

“Hmm, I don’t know if it’s not having seen you for hours or something you ate while I was gone, but you taste even better than usual.” Harry said, and lent in to kiss Tonks again.

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