Harry Potter's Harem - Harry and Petunia. (Patreon)

I want to make it absolutely clear that this is a fanfic of the famous book series. It is also written with artistic liberties and meant only for entertainment.

All the characters in this distorted version of the original are altered. For example Petunia and Harry are not related by blood in this version.
She was Lily’s step sister and thereby not Harry’s real relative.

With that being said I still hope you can enjoy the content.
Yours truly
Hammer
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“Go and get a haircut!” Uncle Vernon growled as he entered the dining room. 

Harry rolled his eyes and sat down by the table.

His aunt came over with a plate of food for him. She didn’t look him in the eye, but her butt slided up against his shoulder as she turned around. It was incredibly soft. It was a subtle message from her - she was horny and she wanted to fuck, if he wanted to.

Harry agreed, unless something really convenient happened in the nearest future, he would definitely have fuck his aunt again. He placed two hands on her rear. He saw her look back at him with strict eyes, but Harry just tilted his head at his uncle, who once again was hidden behind his paper. Petunia rolled her eyes and allowed Harry to grope her.

Harry took the opportunity.

He began massaging the beautiful muggle buttocks. Damn they were fine. His aunt's tits were perhaps the saggiest he had ever seen but her ass was a marvel. He moved his hands up on her hips. She loved being held there. It was like they were having sex.

Petunia was clearly fighting every instinct to moan and make noises, because Harry could see her move ass from side to side very slowly… almost like she was dancing.

Harry gave her butt a little kiss.

Petunia looked back at him. She seemed more pouty than before. Harry couldn’t help it. He kissed it again, while looking her right in the eyes. Petunia seemed to be more and more tormented. Then she turned her face away and allowed Harry his ways.

All Harry and Petunia was waiting for was for Vernon to grunt that he would be heading off to work. Petunia looked at the clock as she swayed her ass, and her nephew groped it. He would usually leave 7:30am and the clock was just 7:28… 2 more minutes, and then she would have sex all day with her huge cocked nephew.

1… more… minute…

Vernon let out a growl and took a last zip of his tea. Harry let go of Petunia’s ass and she walked away from him.

“I am going to work… have a nice day Petunia.”

“I will… have a good day dear.”

Petunia allowed Vernon to kiss her cheek and then he left.

They heard the door close, they heard the car start and drive out the driveway… and then…

Harry sprang to his feet. Petunia took his hand and took the lead. Out the kitchen, though the hallway, up the stairs… all the way to Harry’s room. They pretty much marched in and closed the door.

“Take off your clothes, Harry!”

But Petunia’s order was unnecessary. Harry was already out of both his pants and shirt when she said it. Petunia was still just unbuttoning her white shirt.

He quickly dropped his boxers and jumped onto the bed. His cock stood right up like a flag pole.

Petunia was either being slow on purpose, or she had always been this slow. Harry saw her neatly place her shirt on his desk, and then go for her bra.

“Oh for Merlin’s sake!”

Harry stood up and began opening Petunia’s skirt and pulled it down around her ankles. Then she pulled her thong down over her buttocks and Harry pretty much grabbed her from behind and threw her back on his bed.

Petunia let out a small shriek but whatever reprimand she wanted to give her nephew she wasn't able to… literally, because Harry’s dick was already halfway down her long throat finding its way to her stomach.

Petunia struggled for exactly 2 seconds, then she let it go, and as Harry had finally pressed her face up against his stomach, Petunia got her fist orgasm.

Harry saw her ass shake wildly, and then he saw her gently rock it from side to side.

She could use some air now, and Harry therefore let her take a good breath of air.

Petunia looked up at her nephew, but then she began vigorously to suck his cock, wilder and wilder.

Harry hadn’t had a real contest among his girls yet about who was the best cocksucker in his harem, but he had to say that Petunia Dursley had to be in the top 3 for sure.

Harry was on his knees bending his back more and more backwards as Petunia sucked him harder and harder, determined to get him to cum.

Harry, after several days without any sex at all… blasted out a shout…

“I AM CUMMING!”

And he was.

Petunia sank deep in over his cock, pressing her nose against his abs and letting the boy blast his load into her throat.

She could feel it. It was warm, thick and a trillion times more satisfying than the puddle of piss her useless husband sprayed into her mouth every other week.

As Harry emptied his ball sack into her throat, Petunia slowly reversed her head and left Harry’s cock, still standing like a monument to masculinity and perfection.

She was breathing heavily. She looked at the cock… a finer organ she had never seen her entire life. She gave it a devoted kiss. How she loved it, and how she loved the man to whom it belonged… She stopped herself in a kiss and looked up at Harry. He seemed to send her a careful smile.

Petunia didn’t smile back.

Instead she turned around, made the bed shake under them as she did and presented Harry with her gorgeous ass.

Her pussy was gaping and was drenched with juice. She was ready to be mounted.

“It’s my safe day, so you can fuck me however you like.”

Meaning no condoms and no pulling out.

Harry had begun groping the beautiful ass. Massaging the perfect buttocks. Round and plump as they were. The woman had so little fat on her entire body, and most it seemed had found its way to her ass. And also her thighs of course, giving her a wonderful hourglass figure and an ass so well shaped you could place a vase on top of it without it falling down.

Harry sorta felt like he was inspecting a mare before he was gonna breed her.

Finally, after he grew too horny to simply only touch and grope her… he moved himself closer and aligned his cock with her pussy… and with one gentle shove…

Harry sank into her so easily… even though she was tight, she was so wet it was like slipping into a perfect fitting sleeve.

Petunia felt it sink into her flesh like a penetrating force of nature. She sorta saw herself as a mountain fortress having her gates rammed open and continuing inside her…

Deeper and deeper Harry went, until he finally clashed his stomach against her buttocks with a smashing sound and both he and Petunia needed a short breather.

Harry moved his legs and got into a position. He grabbed her favorite love handles and then… he plowed her.

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Harry’s favorite position with Petunia was doggy. It made the best of her even better. Her perfect round ass, her saggy long tits could be used better as handles and she also seemed happier when not looking at him.

In fact, all positions when they weren’t face to face, seemed to be the best ones in their specific lovemaking.

When Harry had sex with Molly Weasley he loved facing her.

Mostly because she was one of the best kissers, if not the best kisser of all his girls. She was also very warm and very wobbly. She was wonderful to hug and fuck face to face.

But Petunia seemed to enjoy it much more with him, when she wasn't looking at him. The only time she occasionally looked at him was when she sucked him off before yet another go.

To Harry they had only just fallen down on the bed, but no, his clock insisted that it was now 11:22.

“I have to go make lunch…” Petunia sounded disappointed. She was once again on all fours being pounded by Harry.

Harry didn’t wanna let go. Her tight pussy felt so good around his cock. A few more minutes and he would be ready to cum.

“Let go of me…” Petunia began to shake her butt more and more, until even Harry couldn’t stay in the saddle any longer. His cock left her pussy with a spunger like sound and he fell back on his rear and saw the woman stand from the bed. She took her clothes from the floor and walked out the room.

Harry was now alone.

Harry growled. Petunia insisted on making lunch at the same time, every single day.

Harry didn’t even bother with boxers. He just put on his jogging pants and his shirt.

-What is her deal with not letting me watch her dress up… I actually really enjoy that part. That is why I occasionally peep on her… she must know that by now-

At 11:45 Harry went down to the kitchen.

Petunia was in full swing preparing an amount of sandwiches and some tea. Dudley was unlikely to get home for lunch. Not since that burger joint opened. So… Harry was sure they were gonna be alone. But when he occasionally got home, he would like to have some sandwiches in the fridge. That boy just never stopped eating.

Harry looked over the beautiful body of Petunia again. He had just fucked it like a wild animal. He went over to stand right behind her.

“I am done in a moment.” She said.

But Harry wasn’t rushing her. He just wanted to… to touch her.

He placed both hands on her hips. Petunia felt it, and she seemed to bolster herself with a deep breath.

“Not now Harry.”

Harry didn’t remove his hands. He wasn’t out to fuck her then and there he just wanted to feel her warmth. To feel her softness… to feel her.

“I said, not now Harry!”

Petunia shook off Harry’s hands and Harry walked away from her, a little more annoyed with her. He saw Petunia take a deep breath again, and then she continued.

They ate together in complete silence.

It was amazing how little they actually had to talk about considering they had just fucked each other for several hours.

Harry occasionally looked up at his aunt but she firmly didn’t look at him. She looked at a place to her right. Harry sorta glanced the way, but… there was nothing particularly to look at.

He just saw her chin and jaw go up and down in an almost rhythmic tact.

When they had eaten Petunia took the plates and began to wash them up.

Harry was still sitting at the table in the kitchen, looking at her. He was waiting.

Then the clock hit 12:30.

Petunia took the white phone in the kitchen and answered.

“It’s Petunia Dursley… Hello my dear…”

Every day, at 12:30pm.

Vernon Dursley called home after lunch to talk to Petunia about the first part of their day.

Harry knew it was Petunia’s way of keeping a schedule over where her husband possibly was. And since she could see the number on the phone, she would know he called from his office. She had sometimes wondered what number had called her, and then it was just Vernon from some other company’s phone if he was out on a business trip.

Harry listened to Petunia tell a bunch of lies to Vernon about her day, and then she asked him when he would be home.

Apparently something had come up at Grunnings, and Vernon had to stay later than usual.

“Oh that’s too bad dear. Should I leave something in the fridge for you to heat?… oh… ok then… Then have a good day dear. Bye.”

Petunia placed the phone back on its holder.

She dried her hands in her apron before she removed it and placed it in its place by the oven.

Petunia then walked over to Harry.

“Your uncle isn’t coming home until at least by 9:00pm tonight. Come… let’s go upstairs and continue.”

Harry stood up immediately and walked after her up to his room.

This time they just walked, but Harry felt how his cock was already growing in his pants as he looked at Petunia’s ass shake from side to side.

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At 15:00 pm they had fucked for several hours and where getting sweaty and both were gasping for air, but neither wanted to stop. Days like this were incredibly rare. Vernon usually didn’t stay later at his workplace than he had too.

And Dudley was out, and would probably stay out late.

That meant Harry and Petunia could fuck as much as they wanted and really build up their resistance for dryer days.

Harry was once again pounding Petunia as if she was his bitch in heat and he was trying to impregnate her. Harry squished and pulled in every part of her he could. Her tits, her buttocks, her hip handles, her hair and shoulders.

And finally with a deep grunt and an attempt to get as deep inside of her as it was even possible, he spermed inside her vagina and clung himself to her back. She wasn’t shaking him off this time.

He had been so good… he deserved his… cuddle time…

“Harry…” Petunia said with an unusually gentle voice. She usually didn’t speak to him so softly.

“What?”

“Would you… would you mind it… if I rode you next?”

Harry looked up from where he was resting his head, and looked at Petunia’s face, who had turned to look at him… only she didn’t look at him. She looked down, and sometimes it seemed she was trying to look at him, but didn’t dare to.

“Uh… sure…”

Harry gently moved off of her back and fell back onto the mattress.

He sorta halfway expected that she would like a short break… they had after all been fucking since morning. But no, she seemed ready to continue - even with a fresh batch of sperm inside her.

Harry saw her begin to suck his cock like she always did when they were starting again.

Harry enjoyed it, and for whatever reason he looked at her in the hope of getting some eye contact - that he knew he wouldn’t get… but…

Harry blinked. Petunia was taking him all the way down to his base, and she was looking him right in the eyes.

This had happened on occasion… but not really like this. It was a deep, passionate and thankful look. A look Harry had seen plenty of times in the eyes of Hermione, Molly, Ginny and Cho and many of the others but… he had never seen it in Petunia’s eyes.

It was the look of a satisfied woman… to the man she loved.

When Petunia finally released his cock from her mouth she moved to mount him.

Harry laid all the way down and expected to look upon the backside of his step aunt. But no… again he was wrong.

When Petunia spoke about riding him, she had meant the reversed cowgirl… back in the day… but not today… she mounted him and faced him… for the very first time.

She sank down on his cock. Rocking her body gently from side to side and then… she was all the way down, and Harry felt how her entire body clambered onto his cock from all angles. It was completely different from the reversed cowgirl, and moaned loudly as he instinctively reached for her breasts.

For the first time in his life, they felt completely new to him. Ever since he had turned 18 they had been having sex, and he had felt her tits many times… but this time was different. He used to pull them and use them as handles. Now he was fondling them like he fondled Hermione’s huge hooters.

Petunia began to ride him… and perhaps not surprisingly… she wasn’t that adept… So… Pretty soon, she tired out and had to rely on Harry shooting upwards into her pussy. This incapacitated her completely in orgasmic bliss.

“Urgh… Oh fuck! Grrraagh…!”

She wasn’t used to this, and frankly neither was Harry. Not with this woman.

So when he finally was ready to burst out another load it came sooner than he thought and he was a little unused to the pressure from her pussy this time. This made him shoot faster and harder and deeper inside of her than he had ever done before. He came like a freaking volcano, and he shot burst after burst of hot cum inside of her.

“Oh for fucks sake!”

Harry leaned upwards. He grabbed around Petunia and forced her backwards onto the mattress.

That was easier than he thought… because… on the way… he had kissed her. Harry had managed to catch her mouth with his own lips.

He kissed her… with tongue and all.

And this… the pure shock of it… made Petunia completely incapable of fighting back, so she fell right on her back… with Harry on top. She crossed and locked her legs behind his back and they kissed. For the first time in their life… they kissed.

It wasn’t a silly kiss, no. This was a lovers kiss. The kiss that signifies a pure lust and craving for each other. A wild, tender and longing kiss. With tongues that drove around each other like wild animals, seeking to combine each other and become one.

The truest and purest of all passions. The longing for another’s deep embrace.

When they finally stopped a little, Harry and Petunia looked at each other. They once again felt like they should say something… but oddly enough… Neither could find anything to say.

So for a good long while…

They just stared at each other.

Harry looked into his step aunt's blue eyes… and Petunia looked into his green.

Harry was still deep inside her, and only after a good long while did Petunia break the hold her legs had behind his back, but she didn’t move, nor did she give Harry an indication he needed to move.

Then they heard it.

A yelling voice downstairs.

“Mooom! MOOM!?”

“Oh shit…” Petunia said as the sound of footsteps reached the second floor.

They stopped right outside Harry’s door and someone tried to open the door.

Thankfully Harry always locked the door to his room. Dudley couldn’t enter.

“Harry?”

“What?!” Harry roared back at the door. Petunia was still under him, and his cock was still deep inside her. She had made some movements to sorta get out, but Harry had kept her in place.

“Do you know where my mom is?”

“At Mrs. Polkiss’. They are practicing their Bridge game I think!”

“Ah…” Said Dudley… “Why is your door locked?”

“I have a girl in here… and we are doing it!”

There was a silence outside the door… then… “… Like hell!”

“Sure is! Listen!”

Harry hammered his cock deep into Petunia and she let out a high pitched shriek that penetrated the door easily.

“Oh man…” Dudley sounded completely devastated. “Is she hot?”

“Hot as Hell! Mind going somewhere else so we can fuck in peace?”

“Fuck you…”

But Harry heard Dudley leave the door. They also heard the front door open and close, and later heard a number of bicycles leave the driveway.

“That will keep him away for the next few hours.”

Petunia looked at Harry with blaming eyes.

“What?”

“Using me to brag to my son… you sure are shameless sometimes Harry…”

Harry smiled. Then he kissed her.

And this they continued with.

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Harry and Petunia didn’t stop fucking before they absolutely had to.

Which was when Vernon returned home at around 9:12pm.

Petunia collected herself and ran into her bathroom. It wasn’t unlike her to shower at this time of evening.

Vernon walked into the house, but Harry just stayed in his room and Vernon didn’t bother him there. He sorta heard Vernon greet Petunia in the shower and she greeted him as well. Not that long after, around 11:20pm did they hear the loud voices of Vernon’s and Dudley’s snoring.

Harry was reading a book in his bedroom. He was disturbed by Petunia who entered the room. She was dressed in finest and… also sexiest nightgown.

She looked very hot.

“Harry… Can we talk?”

“Uhm… sure…”

Petunia entered the room, and locked the door. She sat down on the bed and looked at him… directly in the eyes… This was all very new to Harry.

“Harry… I… I want to thank you for… for earlier…”

Harry wasn’t sure what she meant.

“When you answered Dudley… if I was… hot…”

Petunia seemed a little unwilling to use that phrase.

“And you said… hot as hell… thank you… that… that means a lot to me…”

Harry smiled at her. He had truly meant it. The Fact was that she was hot as hell.

“Harry…” Petunia said after another pause. “Would you mind… letting me give you one last blowjob? I always sleep better through your uncle’s snoring when I have that feeling of an expanding throat and a full stomach.”

Harry began removing his boxers. He knew she wanted sex, otherwise she wouldn’t have bothered with the door.

When he was naked he spread his legs, and Petunia began kissing his cock that was already swelling in her grasp.

“Mmmh, nice and hard…” she said as she licked him.

“Sucked uncle Vernon off, have you?”

“Not tonight… We tried but… he is clearly getting impotent.” Petunia said it so casually as if they were only discussing a movie.

“Too bad… you are one heck of a cocksucker.”

That earned Harry a kiss on his cock.

“We are not gonna last as a marriage under any circumstances…” Petunia was stroking Harry’s cock with her hand. Leaving her able to speak.

“Y-you… you mean that?”

“Yes… we aren’t gonna stay together for much longer… I can’t even believe I ever married him. He had a tiny dick back then… he is even tinier now… and his attempts at getting it up… pathetic. But at least back then he was a tender and… kinder man… now I am just his… his wife… who clearly doesn’t interest him anymore… I wonder if he even can get hard anymore…?”

“Well I… I can’t say too much… about him… trying to get it hard for you but… but… sometimes… Dudley says he has seen Uncle Vernon masturbate late at night… in front of the computer in the study.”

Petunia looked at Harry and seemed to chew on her tongue.

“I already had my suspicions about that…”

She continued to stroke Harry’s cock.

“Harry,” she said a little firmly.

“Yes?”

“If… if you are indeed building a harem… do you then think… that…”

Harry looked her in the eyes. Petunia tried to look away, but she seemed to blush a lot.

“Do you think… that there is room for me as…”

“Yes!”

Petunia looked at Harry, as if he had craved her eye contact all this time.

“Really?”

“Yes! Yes! Yes there is room for you!”

Harry and Petunia sat and looked at each other for several soundless seconds… then… as the next bolly of snoring sounds from the next rooms came over them…

Harry and Petunia flung at each other. They kissed as vigorously as they had never ever done before.

Harry was pulling her panties off of her. If he was resisting - which she wasn’t - then it wasn’t helping, because he flung the panties aside, and placed her on her back on the mattress. He parted her legs, and once again he began plowing her pussy. They were still kissing.

Kissing, like their life depended on it.

They got up into a sitting position, and into the cowgirl. Then Harry tilted her down and plowed her sideways for a while.

Then through some maneuvering he managed to get her on all fours.

Harry while fucking her in all these different positions had managed to get hold of his wand.

While he was fucking her from behind he casted a spell over the room to silence all noises going out of the room.

Then he casted a spell over Petunia’s asshole… cleaning it out… Petunia felt nothing she was too busy enjoying being fucked. He cast another spell… “Lubricatus” And her asshole was filled with moist and wet lubrication. Perfect for anal sex.

Then Harry cast one last spell, creating a choker and a leash on Petunia’s throat. He got hold of the leash and removed his cock from her pussy and aligned it with her ass.

It took some shoving, and thankfully the sound was magically disrupted, because Petunia let out one heck of a scream… But Harry achieved his goal… he sank deep, deep, deep into Petunia’s ass and with the leash in hand, she didn’t run away from him.

“Oh - for… FUKCS SAKE!!!”

Petunia yelled out one last phrase before she focused solely on taking Harry’s cock through the back door.

Harry had dreamt about this for so long… and finally he was fucking his stuck up stepaunt in the ass. Harry could see her facial expression in his mirror which was perfectly placed for exactly this.

He enjoyed seeing her clench her teeth hard together and genuinely look like she had a major pain somewhere.

But she didn’t protest. Not even once. In fact, still having the troubled face, she managed to lift her hands from supporting her underneath her, to her buttocks holding them and parting them aside, so Harry could plow her even deeper.

“Fucking… my… ass… like… I… am… some… lowly… Urgh!… whore!… Harry!… I… Am… Hnnng!… dissa…pointed… AH!!”

“Sorry but all my harem members must be initiated this way…”

That wasn’t true at all. Harry hadn’t had anal sex with all his harem members yet.

Fleur he saw so rarely and back at the tournament he hadn’t had the balls to ask her for a try at her ass… but he somehow had the impression that she wouldn’t be against it at all. Nor would Gabrielle - her younger sister and another member in Harry’s harem.

Petunia sank her head down on the mattress and Harry kept fucking her wonderful asshole. It felt absolutely wonderful. She sucked him inside. And it was clear Petunia no longer felt pain in it. Pleasure had taken place, but she was either too proud or too shocked to admit that she enjoyed it.

Harry loved the sight of his cock penetrating deep into Petunia’s ass. It was so intoxicating.

She was at his whim. His mercy. And he was dominating the ass of Petunia Dursley. The woman who had so long tormented him with her perfect body. But this was all worth it.

“Urgh! Harry… I can’t… take much… more of this…!”

Harry understood. She was new to this, and he himself was about ready to go. He pulled her in her leash as he removed his rock hard cock from her ass. Petunia got up on her knees and Harry had gotten up on his feet.

He walked around Petunia so he stood over her face.

He viciously shook his cock over her face.

“Urgh! Fuck! You are mine now PETUNIA!”

With that… Harry came… he shot his sperm out over Petunia’s face, and she either instinctively or driven by passion opened up her mouth so she could have some of Harry’s sperm land on her tongue.

Harry pretty much coated her like a glazed donut.

Petunia gasped and moaned. This was clearly something she had never tried before.

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Harry was resting on his bed alone in his pajamas.

Petunia had gone to the bathroom to clean herself up after their little… escapade.

Harry had expected Petunia to go back to his uncle Vernon in their bedroom. He had really not expected to see her more this night. So when she stood in his doorway again, he began smiling.

“… Cumming all over me and in my hair also… you really have learned some bad manners in that… school…”

Petunia walked in and closed the door. Harry smiled, but he wondered… What was she now after?

The answer came.

Petunia lifted up the duvet and looked at Harry with a telling stare. Harry moved over in his, rather slim bed, and Petunia crawled in.

It was tight. They couldn’t both be in this small bed unless they really snug together.

So Harry hugged Petunia and she hugged him. It felt really nice. She wasn’t as soft as Molly, but she sure felt really nice.

“You are getting a bigger bed in the morning.”

Harry smiled. He wasn’t really sure it would be needed too much as he planned on moving out soon but… He sure wouldn’t mind if Petunia came with him.

They rested in each other's arms for a while.

“How long… Can you stay here?” Harry asked her… gently.

Petunia snuggled closer to him in the dark.

“As long as I wake up before Vernon in the morning… I can stay here all night…”

And she did…

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The End