Metaphor is complicated

Dudley could eke out a whisper, “metaphoric?”

Harry glanced over at the mirror, as if to remind herself that she was, indeed, beautiful. Harry’s breasts were not yet done growing and were a bit too firm. Her pubic hair was wispy and would get thicker. Her butt and hips were trim and strong. They would mature with years. She was at the precipice of womanhood but not quite there.

And of course, Harry, herself, was very new to the idea of herself as a beauty. She hefted a breast and molded it into different shapes. She might have found that funny in her previous life, but now it just got her more aroused.She slapped her own ass and looked for the handprint. Harder. She slid two fingers along her wet slit. In a different situation, she could have toyed with her new body for hours. Instead, while tugging at her left nipple, she found herself thinking of cock.

Dudley’s cock. She could still taste its scrubbed clean skin, still feel it’s warmth in her mouth. She considered freeing the big galoot and letting him fuck her. He talked a big game, but she had a feeling his sexual experiences were limited to online porn. She was also momentarily puzzled by this desire to let him penetrate her. She’d never even considered having sex with guys when she was a guy. Strange, but she was getting too wet to even think about such philosophy. She had plans.

Harry turned around and faced her dresser.

Dudley focused on Harry’s smooth ass, and he looked at hairless pussy lips that were more visible as Harry bent over. She was fiddling with her wand and muttering something he couldn’t hear. Dudley felt his body contort, and the ropes shift around. His ankles were magically pulled up near his ears, and, again, he could barely move or speak.

“What are you doing,” he whispered.

Harry turned. She was wearing an ingeniously designed device. A medium sized artificial cock jutted from Harry’s pelvic region. On the flip side, a gelatinous, firmly shifting, vibrating sponge-like device was firmly implanted into Harry’s vagina. It was a strap on, without a visible strap.

“What the fuck?” Dudley whispered.

“It’s something I’ve been working on,” Harry began, as he leaned on top of his cousin, shifting so that his dildo slid under Dudley’s cock and balls, the head nudging at Dudley’s contracting asshole. “You see, Dudley, the dildo not only feels like a cock, but it has a frictionless skin so no lubrication is necessary. And as I apply ****, the intensity is fed back into the vibrating gel that has filled my pussy, and so I can feel what my cock is feeling while I also feel all the intensity of getting fucked. To top it off, I not only get to take your anal virginity, you don’t get inside my pussy, which I have other plans for.”

She looked down at her cousin, who had begun to silently cry.

Dudley mouthed, “no,” but no words came out. Harry smiled. His cousin looked like an oafish, clunky version of a girl who wants to get fucked but wants to refuse as well. Maybe a control thing, or masochism, or wanting to bypass superego constrictions by sending control into the wild thing with a dick. Who knew? Who cared?

This was a powerful spell, so Harry had to fully concentrate.

She could feel Dudley’s huge cock sliding against her taut abdomen. She reached down to give it a squeeze. Mmmm. Amazing how being in a young woman’s body changes her perspective on dick. She liked the fact that Dudley was twice her weight , yet she was in charge.

Harry could feel her own nipples getting erect as she rubbed her tits on Dudley‘s face. The boy was obviously worried about the smoothly supernatural dick that was insistently nudging it’s way into his own magically clean asshole, but he was distracted by boob, specifically Harry’s boobs that were firmly grazing his mouth and nose. Dudley felt an erect nipple and sucked. He enclosed it with teeth, but before he could really clamp down, he heard Harry’s high, lilting voice. “Dudley, you can suck all you want, but only to make me happy. Hurt me, and I hurt you.”

Dudley, who had indeed never before seen an actual naked woman in person, lay back. He sucked on Harry’s nipples and lost himself. He hadn’t suckled since the traumatic day that his mother, Petunia, had abruptly weaned him from her own cold teats on the day of his fourth birthday party.

Harry looked down at Dudley’s hungry mouth. He was, she thought, always so greedy, but she did love the stimulation.

She felt a circuit running between her tender tits and her pussy, which was swollen with her gelatinous device, and her clit—which seemed to be sending tendrils of passion throughout her lower body—and the new cock, which increasingly felt like her old one, only more intense.

Harry focused on that new cock, which was playfully and relentlessly overcoming Dudley’s **** sphincter. She was thrilled by the intensity of the feedback as she deflowered Dudley in a slick, strong plunge. She could hear Dudley try to say something, but she shooshed him.

“Listen, Dudley,” she whispered into his ear. “This isn’t about you. This is about me fucking you, about how you‘re my twink who’s going to be my cum dump, who’s never again going to hurt other people. I may look like a little kid, but I own you. I own that dick of yours, and I own your mouth, and I own your ass. You will learn all of this, and this will all be good for you, eventually, but before we get anywhere else, you’re going to be my personal cunt, and you’re going to know what it feels like to get royally, thoroughly, fucked.”

Harry felt her cock penetrate and expand into Dudley and was reminded that the artificial cock had properties unknown to human cocks. As her cock swelled inside the boy, she watched his eyes close and his breathing slow. He could almost be cute, Harry decided, and she was happy to notice that Dudley had begun to drive his ass into the fuck.

Hah, she thought, as she slid deep into her cousin’s rectum. He likes it. He likes his ankles tied up so that he’s exposed. He likes the dog collar gripping into his neck, making breathing difficult. He likes losing control to a girl half his size. Isn’t life surprising?

She felt her cousin’s cock . It was back to being hard and throbbing. Harry felt it’s plum-like head slide along her tummy. She could feel his pre-cum as he slid himself along her smooth skin. Dudley bit down on a nipple.

The feedback (Tit—>clit—>pussy; repeat) staggered her into an intense orgasm. She and her dick paused while the rest of her spasmed.

Dudley couldn’t move or say much, but he could tell Harry had just cum, and this angered him. He again bit her nipple, but this time it hurt. Harry pulled up, her breasts at a safe distance from Dudley’s teeth. “I told you to be nice, which you should listen to especially when someone has a big dick up your ass.” Harry smiled, her lips red and full. “That shouldn’t be too difficult, even for someone as dumb as you.”

Dudley shut his eyes, appearing worried, while she picked up the pace, sliding deeply into Dudley, and then pulling almost all the way out. Fucking the sphincter, she thrust savagely back in. This is what Dudley deserved, she thought, as she firmly fucked her bully. She listened to her cousin’s whimpering and gasping. As she felt Dudley’s hard cock sliding up and down her abdomen, she momentarily berated herself. How, she thought, is this a punishment if he’s enjoying it?

Again, Harry blanked out. Time passed, as is its wont. How much time? An hour? Who knew?

At some point, after she had cum multiple times, Harry eased her cock out of Dudley’s ass, which gaped open like a well-worn cunt.

Dudley looked barely conscious, and his own cock—which had yet to get gratification—had deflated.

“Limbus removus!” The ropes that bound Dudley’s ankles and wrists disappeared, as did the leash. Dudley’s legs flopped to the mattress, and he moved around for a few minutes, releasing the kinks. The dog collar remained, as did the internal limitations; he could still barely move.

Harry got to her knees and looked down at the Dudley’s dick, which she smartly slapped. And again. “Wake up,” she said.

She fondled and sucked. She tasted some of her pussy juice that had earlier plopped onto the cock. Mmmm. Dudley was wide awake, watching. She again gagged herself, back and forth. She felt a hand draped itself into her hair and try to control her. Dudley’s cock was too big to allow room to smile, but Harry was definitely amused at how much she was in control and at just how appreciative young men could be in exchange for some spit and suction.

Harry returned her focus. She licked and bit. She pulled at Dudley’s testicles. She squeezed them, as a pair, and then, pinching together her fingers, individually. She recalled that her own balls had been highly sensitive, and so her own masturbation had been focused on her dick, generally using shampoo in the bath, but Dudley seemed to get aroused with unexpected scrotal pain. She laughed at that, wondering whether Dudley would have agreed to such a characterization if asked on a phone survey about personal sexual preferences.

She returned to business. She held up Dudley’s sac and slapped a ball. He cringed, but his cock seemed to harden. She scratched along his shaft, and then at his balls. She noticed what seemed to scare him, what seemed to hurt, what caused his cock to harden and pulsate, and what did both. Harry slid three fingers together, and wetted them with her mouth. She slid her fingers up Dudley’s ass and started fucking him to the rhythm of a blowjob. She noticed Dudley’s hips and his breathing. She knew what was coming.

The moment before Dudley exploded, Harry pulled away.

With a gossamer thread of spittle stretched between her thin, ruby lips and the bulbous head of her cousin’s cock, Harry reached for her wand.