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Hairy Peeter and the Philosopher's Bone - Chapter 2 
(ped, inc, cons, size, cum eating) 
By SensualKink (senskin@gmail.com)


Chapter Two - The Vanishing Tea Cup

   Nearly ten years had passed since the Droolsleys had woken up to find
their nephew on the front step, but Pervert Drive had hardly changed at
all. The sun rose on the same morning trysts in tidy front gardens and lit
up the brass balls under the number four on the Droolsleys' front door; it
crept into their living room, which was almost exactly the same as it had
been on the night when Mr.  Droolsley had endured such a brutal
ass-fucking. The only difference was the arrangement of furniture to hide
certain secretions that had left indelible stains.  Only the photographs on
the mantelpiece really showed how much time had passed.  Ten years ago,
there had been lots of pictures of what looked like a large pink roly poly
wearing different-colored bonnets -- but Didley Droolsley was no longer a
baby, and now the photographs showed a large blond boy riding his dildo,
pissing off a carousel at the fair, playing an x-rated computer game with
his father, being hugged and having his genitals licked by his mother.  The
room held no sign at all that another boy lived in the house, too.

   Yet Hairy Peeter was still there, asleep at the moment and having a wet
dream, but not for long.  His Aunt Peetuna was awake and it was her shrill
voice that made the first noise of the day.

   "Up!  Get the fuck up!  Now!"

   Hairy woke with a start.  His aunt was straddling his face with his arms
pinned painfully beneath her shins.  Hairy knew what was expected and
opened his mouth.  Peetuna, with a look of feral glee, lowered her cunt to
his face and let go the huge load of sperm her husband had just pumped into
her.  On milkman days, she lay with Hairy and lovingly shared the hot load
of cum in her mouth with him.  It was creepy the way she described the
milkman but at least she didn't yell.  But on days when Mr.  Droolsley
fucked her, she seemed furious and couldn't scream loud enough.

   "That's it," she cooed, gyrating her sexy hips around and grunting her
husband's huge load into Hairy's mouth.  When he had taken every drop, she
gleefully slid her messy cunt all over his little face.  Hairy knew what
was expected, so he dutifully found her asshole, slid two fingers into it
and began to suck and slurp at her dirty lips and clit.  It didn't take
long before she was riding his face, using his poor nose to stimulate her
clit and screeching that he keep his dirty little tongue inside her.  Then
she shuddered and whimpered softly, her body jerking in fits and starts
until warm pussy cream slid out of her delicious lips and over Hairy's
tongue.

   She pet his hair lovingly as he tried to lap up every drop.  He did this
only because her pussy juice tasted amazing.  And because sometimes if he
did it well she would give him a handjob.  She'd been known to suck him off
and swallow his prodigious loads, but that was usually only on milkman days
when Hairy managed to be meek and complimentary and charming for long
enough.  And the whole time she mumbled and murmured creepy things about
his father, like "your cock is just a beautiful as Jism's!"

   "Up!" she screeched, standing up and unleashing a torrent of hot piss in
his face.  She smiled down at him sweetly and pissed like a race horse,
drowning Hairy and leaving him a soaked, choking mess.  Then she farted
once and walked out.

   Hairy heard her walking toward the kitchen and then the sound of the
frying pan being put on the stove.  He rolled onto his side and tried to
remember the dream he had been having.  It had been a good one.  There had
been a flying motorcycle with a giant cock in it.  He had a funny feeling
he'd had the same dream before.

   His aunt came back to his door.

   "Are you fucking up yet?" she demanded.

   "Nearly," said Hairy, rolling on his back so she could see the
semi-hard-on she'd given him.  For some reason, his huge cock either made
her crazy with lust or livid with anger.  It was usually livid, like now.

   "Well, get a fucking move on, I want you to look after the sausage.  And
don't you dare let it burn, I want everything perfect on Diddy's birthday.
And clean yourself up, you're fucking disgusting."

   Hairy groaned.

   "What the fuck did you say?" his aunt barked, snapping the dish towel in
her hands at the pulsing bulge in his pajamas.

   "Nothing, nothing..." Hairy moaned, holding his stinging cock and
rolling away from her.

   Didley's birthday -- how could he have forgotten?  Hairy got slowly out
of bed and started looking for socks.  He found a pair under his bed and,
after pulling a spider off one of them, put them on.  Hairy was used to
spiders, because the cupboard under the stairs was full of them, and that
was where he slept.

   He took his bed clothes to the basement to wash and used the cold shower
down there to get clean.  When he was dressed he went down the hall into
the kitchen.  The table was almost hidden beneath all Didley's birthday
presents.  It looked as though Didley had gotten the new Sybian he wanted,
not to mention the second sex swing and the racing bike outfitted with an
anal dildo.  Exactly why Didley wanted a racing bike was a mystery to
Hairy, as Didley was very fat and hated exercise -- unless of course it
involved punching, molesting or raping somebody.  Didley's favorite
punching bag was Hairy's balls, but he couldn't often catch him.  Hairy
didn't look it, but he was very fast.

   Perhaps it had something to do with living in a dark cupboard, but Hairy
had always been small and skinny for his age.  He looked even smaller and
skinnier than he really was because all he had to wear were old clothes of
Didley's, and because his penis was enormous for his age.  Hairy had a thin
face, knobbly knees, black hair, and bright green eyes.  He wore round
glasses held together with a lot of Scotch tape because of all the times
Didley had punched him on the nose or sat on his face.  The only thing
Hairy liked about his own appearance was a very thin scar on his massively
huge cock that was shaped like a bolt of lightning.  He had had it as long
as he could remember, and the first question he could ever remember asking
his Aunt Peetuna was how he had gotten it.

   "In the car crash when your parents died," she had said one day while
assfucking him with a strap on.  "And don't play with yourself while I'm
fucking you."

   Don't play with yourself -- that was the first rule for a quiet life
with the Droolsleys.

   Uncle Vermon entered the kitchen as Hairy was turning the sausages and
being handed new ones that Peetuna had dipped into her sopping pussy.

   "Comb your fucking hair!" he barked, smacking Hairy's ass sharply by way
of a morning greeting.

   About once a week, Uncle Vermon would pause while he was fucking Hairy
with his tiny cock and sneaking a fondle of Hairy's genitals to scream that
he needed a hair cut.  Hairy must have had more haircuts than the rest of
the boys in his class put together, but it made no difference, his hair
simply grew that way -- all over the place.  Even around his cock.

   Hairy was frying eggs by the time Didley arrived in the kitchen with his
mother.  He covertly spit in the eggs and smiled knowing that he'd also
slid each of the sausage links but his own up his tight ass.  Didley looked
a lot like Uncle Vermon.  He had a large pink face, not much neck, small,
watery blue eyes, and thick blond hair that lay smoothly on his thick, fat
head.  His cock was impossibly small but he didn't even have his father's
big balls to make him feel human.  Aunt Peetuna often said that Didley
looked like a baby angel -- Hairy often said that Didley looked like a pig
in a wig.

   Hairy put the plates of egg and bacon on the table, which was difficult
as there wasn't much room.  Didley, meanwhile, was dropping his drawers and counting his presents.  His face fell.

   "Thirty-six," he said, looking up at his mother and father.  "That's two
less than last year."

   "Darling, you haven't counted Auntie Mudge's present, see, it's here
under this big one from Mommy and Daddy." Peetuna, sensing a fit, was on
her knees already fumbling for Didley's diminutive penis.

   "All right, thirty-seven then," said Didley, going red in the face. 
Hairy, who could see a huge Didley tantrum coming on, began wolfing down
his breakfast as fast as possible in case Didley turned the table over.

   Aunt Peetuna obviously scented danger, too, because she said quickly,
"And we'll buy you another two presents while we're out today.  How's that,
pumpkin?  Two more presents.  Is that all right?  She slid her lips over
his cock and balls, batting her eyes up at him and moaning like she loved
it.

   Didley thought for a moment.  It looked like hard work.  Finally he said
slowly, "So I'll have thirty ...  thirty..."

   "Thirty-nine, sweetcums," said Aunt Peetuna, smacking her lips and
flicking her tongue quickly over his cock head.

   "Oh." Didley sat down heavily and grabbed the nearest parcel.  "All
right then."

   Uncle Vermon chuckled.  "Little fucker wants his money's worth, just
like his father.  'Atta boy, Didley!" He ruffled Didley's hair.

   At that moment the telephone rang.  Aunt Peetuna promised to finish
Didley off when she returned and went to answer it while Hairy and Uncle
Vermon watched Didley unwrap the racing bike, an S&M video collection, a
remote control spy camera, sixteen new sex toys, and an electric flesh
light.  He was ripping the paper off a gold ass-dildo when Aunt Peetuna
came back from the telephone looking both angry and worried.

   "Bad news, Vermon," she said.  "Mrs.  Frigg's bruised her clitoris.  She
can't take him." She jerked her head in Hairy's direction.

   Didley's mouth fell open in horror, but Hairy's heart gave a leap. 
Every year on Didley's birthday, his parents took him and a friend out for
the day, to sex theme parks, topless hamburger restaurants, or porn movies.
Every year, Hairy was left behind with Mrs.  Frigg, a mad old lady who
lived two streets away.  Hairy hated it there.  The whole house smelled of
sour cunt and Mrs.  Frigg made him look at photographs of cat genitalia
while Hairy sat in her lap.

   "Now what?" said Aunt Peetuna, looking furiously at Hairy as though he'd
planned this.  Hairy knew he ought to feel sorry that Mrs.  Frigg had
bruised her clitoris, but it wasn't easy when he reminded himself it would
be a whole year before he had to sit on that old bag's lap while she
stimulated herself with the bottom corner of the photo album and brought
herself off repeatedly.  Like Hairy didn't know what she was doing.

   "We could phone Mudge," Uncle Vermon suggested.

   "Don't be stupid, Vermon, she hates the little fucker."

   The Droolsleys often spoke about Hairy like this, as though he wasn't
there -- or rather, as though he was something very nasty that couldn't
understand them, like a slug.

   "What about what's-her-name, your friend -- Yvonne?" Vermon held his
hands in front of him to signify big tits.

   "On vacation in Myjerka," snapped Aunt Peetuna.  His ass would pay for
that little remark later.

   "You could just leave me here," Hairy put in hopefully (he'd be able to
jerk off while wearing a pair of Peetuna's dirty undies and maybe even have
a go on Didley's Sybian).

   Aunt Peetuna looked as though she'd just swallowed a hot dog turd.

   "And come back and find the house in ruins?" she snarled and Hairy could
see the lusty desire she had to punish his ass good for that.

   "I won't blow up the house," said Hairy, but they weren't listening.

   "I suppose we could take him to the zoo," said Aunt Peetuna slowly, "...
and leave him in the car...." Hairy swallowed hard, wondering what kind of
torture Peetuna was planning.

   "That car's new, he's not sitting in it alone...."

   Didley began to cry loudly.  In fact, he wasn't really crying -- it had
been years since he'd really cried -- but he knew that if he screwed up his
face, wailed, and began to pee his mother would give him anything he
wanted.

   "Dinky Duddycums, don't cry, Mummy won't let him spoil your special
day!" she cried, flinging her arms around him and quickly inserting her
face into his golden flow.  She followed the stream of piss to his little
cock.  Hot pee made a hollow sound in her mouth for a few seconds and then
she clamped her pretty lips over his penis and began to gulp down his
urine.

   "I...  don't...  want...  him...  t-t-to come!" Didley yelled between
huge, pretend sobs and real stinking farts as his mother batted her eyes at
him and tried to smile up at him as streamers of piss leaked from the sides
of her mouth and splattered to the floor.  "He always sp- spoils
everything!" He shot Hairy a nasty grin over the top of his mother's
bobbing head and began to buck his hips.  This was so his fat belly would
smack her in the face as she kept his cock clamped gently in her lips so as
not allow any more piss to hit her kitchen floor.

   Just then, the doorbell rang -- "Oh, holy shit, they're here!" said Aunt
Peetuna frantically with dark yellow piss falling out of her mouth.  She
jumped up to quickly mop up the piss on the floor and rinse her mouth in
the sink.  She gathered herself, left the room, and a moment later,
Didley's best friend, Quiers Polekiss, walked in with his mother.  Quiers
was a scrawny boy with a face like a rat and an inexplicable love of using
it to suck Didley's cock.  He was usually the one who sat on people's chest
while Didley fucked them up the ass.  Didley stopped pretending to cry at
once.

   Half an hour later, Hairy, who couldn't believe his luck, was sitting in
the back of the Droolsleys' car with Quiers and Didley, on the way to the
zoo for the first time in his life.  They were already promising to abuse
him all day but at least he was out of the house.  His aunt and uncle
hadn't been able to think of anything else to do with him, but before
they'd left, Uncle Vermon had taken Hairy aside.

   "I'm warning you," he had said, grabbing Hairy's crotch and squeezing
his balls until they felt purple, "I'm warning you now, you little shit --
any funny business, anything at all -- and I'll be in that cupboard to rape
your ass 3 times a day from now until Christmas."

   "I'm not going to do anything," said Hairy, "honestly.." Vermon seemed
reluctant to let go of Hairy's balls.  The gleam in his eyes almost made
Hairy think that his uncle WANTED him to screw up so he could assfuck Hairy
all the time.  "I promise, no funny business."

   But Uncle Vermon didn't believe him.  No one ever did.  "Just you
remember," Vermon smiled wickedly, reaching down to grip Hairy's cheeks
with both hands.  "Three times a day, boy." His big sausage fingers were
squeezing Hairy's butt cheeks painfully now.  His voice became a whisper,
"Three times a day in that tight little butt of yours.  You hear me?"

   Hairy nodded but his uncle was already walking away.  No one ever
believed him.

   The problem was, strange sexual things often happened around Hairy and
it was just no good telling the Droolsleys he didn't make them happen.

   Once, Aunt Peetuna, tired of Hairy coming back from the barbers looking
as though he hadn't been at all, had taken a pair of electric clippers and
cut his pubic hair so short he was almost bald except a long patch that hung down at the top of his cock, which she left "to hide that horrible scar." Didley had laughed himself silly at Hairy, who spent a sleepless night imagining school the next day, where he was already laughed at for his baggy clothes and taped glasses.  Next morning, however, he had gotten up to find his pubic hair exactly as it had been before Aunt Peetuna had sheared it off. She had given him a week in his cupboard and nightly ass-rapings for this, even though he had tried to explain that he couldn't explain how it had grown back so quickly.

   Another time, Aunt Peetuna had been trying to force him into a revolting
pair of speedos that didn't fit Didley (brown with orange puff balls) --
The harder she tried to pull it over his prodigious bulge, the smaller it
seemed to become, until finally it might have fitted a hand puppet, but
certainly wouldn't fit Hairy.  Aunt Peetuna had decided it must have shrunk
in the wash and, to his great relief, Hairy was only required to wear
Peetuna's panties that day.

   On the other hand, he'd gotten into terrible trouble for being found
naked on the roof of the school kitchens.  Didley's gang had been chasing
him as usual when, as much to Hairy's surprise as anyone else's, there he
was sitting bare-assed on the chimney.  The Droolsleys had received a very
angry letter from Hairy's headmistress telling them Hairy had been climbing
school buildings.  One look at Hairy's cock and she had winked at him and
promised not to mention the no-clothes part.  But all he'd tried to do (as
he shouted at Uncle Vermon through the ball gag as he was ass raped) was
jump behind the big trash cans outside the kitchen doors.  Hairy supposed
that the wind must have caught him in mid-jump but he never understood how
it managed to blow his clothes off.

   But today, nothing was going to go wrong.  It was even worth being
forced to suck Didley and Quiers off when no one was looking to be spending
the day somewhere that wasn't school, his cupboard, or Mrs.  Frigg's
cunt-smelling living room.

   While he drove, Uncle Vermon complained to Aunt Peetuna.  He liked to
complain about things: people at work, Hairy, the council, Hairy, the bank,
and Hairy were just a few of his favorite subjects.  This morning, it was
motorcycles.  Peetuna was, as usual, going down on him in the front seat to
calm him down.

   "...  roaring along like fucking maniacs, the young hoodlums," he said,
as a motorcycle overtook them.  "Ah yes, dear.  That feels wonderful when
you do that to my balls."

   "I had a dream about a motorcycle," said Hairy, remembering suddenly. 
"It had a giant cock and was flying."

   Uncle Vermon nearly crashed into the car in front.  He turned right
around in his seat and yelled at Hairy, his face like a gigantic beet with
a mustache: "MOTORCYCLES DON'T HAVE COCKS!"

   Didley and Quiers sniggered then Quiers grabbed Hairy's head and jerked
him downward.  Hairy accepted Quier's little cock with its huge, mushroom
shaped head and sucked obediently.  Meanwhile, Didley had his trousers half
way down and was jamming two fingers up Hairy's tight, hairless asshole.

   "I know they don't," said Hairy around Quiers's rubbery head.  "It was
only a dream."

   But he wished he hadn't said anything.  If there was one thing the
Droolsleys hated even more than his asking questions, it was his talking
about anything acting in a way it shouldn't, no matter if it was in a dream
or even a cartoon -- they seemed to think he might get dangerous ideas. 
The rest of the ride was spent with Peetuna's maniacal, sperm-stained face
encouraging the boys to rape Hairy.  Didley managed to get his little cock
in Hairy's ass but he didn't last long.  Plus, Hairy could barely feel it. 
Quier's head always caused some pain but then it was usually quite
pleasant. When Peetuna saw Hairy's hard-on, she became furious and ordered
Quiers to spank and pinch Hairy's little white butt cheeks.  Meanwhile,
Didley made Hairy clean his dirty cock which almost made Hairy puke.  Quiers
was nicer about it.  When he came, he grabbed Hairy by the hair and jerked
off in his open mouth.  Then he wiped his cock on Hairy's girlie lace
panties and spit on his forehead.  Hairy didn't mind much because Quiers
thin, watery cum was actually quite tasty.

   It was a very sunny Saturday and the zoo was crowded with families.  The
Droolsleys bought Didley and Quiers large chocolate ice cream cocks at the
entrance and then, because the smiling lady in the van had asked Hairy what
he wanted before they could hurry him away, they bought him a cheap lemon
ice dildo.  It wasn't bad, either, Hairy thought, licking it as they
watched a gorilla scratching its balls who looked remarkably like Didley,
except that it wasn't blond.

   Hairy had the best morning he'd had in a long time.  And this despite
Peetuna's punishment of choice that day.  Each chance she got, she pulled
Hairy aside, made him fuck her ass with his ice dildo and then lick her ass
clean.  Which wasn't too bad since she had a sweet little ass and she
always kept it meticulously clean.  He was careful to walk a little way
apart from the Droolsleys so that Didley and Quiers, who were starting to
get bored with the animals by lunchtime, wouldn't fall back on their
favorite hobby of sexually abusing him.  They ate in the zoo restaurant,
and when Didley had a tantrum because his knickerboffer gloryhole didn't
have enough fresh waitress cum on top, Uncle Vermon bought him another one
and Hairy was allowed to finish the first.  He actually found one of the
pretty waitress's pubic hairs, which was considered something of a prize.

   Hairy felt, afterward, that he should have known it was all too good to
last.

   After lunch they went to the reptile house.  It was cool and dark in
there, with lit windows all along the walls.  Behind the glass, all sorts
of lizards and snakes were crawling and slithering over each other and
having sex.  Didley and Quiers wanted to see huge, poisonous cobras and
thick, man-crushing pythons.  Hairy assumed it was Freudian since they both
became horny and dragged him to the bathroom.  They bent Hairy over a sink
and fucked him in the ass again.  The upshot was that this time Quiers
sucked Didley's meager load out of his anus before fucking him.  Hairy
found that quite pleasant.  Upon returning, Didley quickly found the
largest snake in the place.  It could have wrapped its body twice around
Uncle Vermon's car and crushed it into a trash can -- but at the moment it
didn't look in the mood.  In fact, it was fast asleep.

   Didley stood with his penis pressed against the glass, staring at the
glistening brown coils.

   "Make it move," he whined yanking on his father's balls.  Uncle Vermon
tapped his penis on the glass, but the snake didn't budge.

   "Do it again," Didley ordered.  Uncle Vermon rapped the glass smartly
with his floppy cock, but the snake just snoozed on.

   "This is fucking boring," Didley moaned.  He shuffled away to a dark
corner and ordered Quiers to suck his cock for a while.

   Hairy moved in front of the tank and looked intently at the snake.  He
wouldn't have been surprised if it had died of boredom itself -- no company
except stupid people drumming their cocks on the glass trying to disturb it
all day long.  It was worse than having a cupboard as a bedroom, where the
only visitor was Aunt Peetuna hammering on the door to wake you up and make
you do creepy sexual things with her; at least he got to visit the rest of
the house.

   The snake suddenly opened its beady eyes.  Slowly, very slowly, it
raised its head until its eyes were on a level with Hairy's.  Then it
lifted its tail beside its head and Hairy was amazed to it ended with an
appendage that looked just like a big, fat cock.

   It waggled its tongue suggestively at him and the cock appendage
throbbed.

   Hairy stared.  Then he looked quickly around to see if anyone was
watching.  They weren't.  He looked back at the snake and winked.

   The snake jerked its head toward Uncle Vermon and Didley, then raised
its eyes to the ceiling.  It gave Hairy a look that said quite plainly:

   "What a couple of dick wads."

   "I know," Hairy murmured through the glass, though he wasn't sure the
snake could hear him.  "It must be really annoying."

   The snake nodded vigorously and Hairy started to get a hard-on.

   "Where do you come from, anyway?" Hairy asked, reaching down to touch
the cock that was growing down his pant leg.

   The snake jabbed its tail at a little sign next to the glass.  Hairy
peered at it.

   Boa Consphinctor, Brazir.

   "Was it nice there?"

   The boa consphinctor jabbed its cock-shaped tail at the sign again and
Hairy read on: This specimen was bred in the zoo.  "Oh, I see -- so you've
never been to Brazir?"

   As the snake shook its head, a deafening shout behind Hairy made both of
them jump.

   "DIDLEY!  MR.  DROOLSLEY!  COME AND LOOK AT THIS SNAKE!  YOU WON'T BELIEVE
WHAT IT'S DOING!"

   Didley came waddling toward them as fast as he could.

   "Out of the way, you," he said, punching Hairy in the balls.  Caught by
surprise, Hairy fell hard on the concrete floor.  What came next happened
so fast no one saw how it happened -- one second, Quiers and Didley were
leaning right up close to the glass, the next, they had leapt back with
howls of horror.

   Hairy sat up and gasped; the glass front of the boa consphinctor's tank
had vanished.  The great snake was uncoiling itself rapidly, slithering out
onto the floor.  People throughout the reptile house screamed and started
running for the exits.  Didley wailed like a sissy face-down on the floor
and the snake gave his plump ass a few good whacks.  When it started to
slip its cock-shaped tail into his pants, he screamed like a little girl
and ran stumbling away with his pants halfway down.

   As the snake slid swiftly up to him, Hairy could have sworn a low,
hissing voice said, "Brazir, here I come....  Thanksss, amigo." Then, in
the quick few minutes before the authorities came, Hairy knelt with his
face to the cold floor and his perfect butt in the air.  The snake hissed
loudly and finally showed Hairy what if felt like to have a real cock up
his ass.

   The keeper of the reptile house was in shock when he found Hairy with
his bare butt in the air.  Hairy could tell he was turned on too as he had
a massive bulge in his skimpy, khaki shorts.

   The zoo director himself made Aunt Peetuna a cup of strong, sweet tea
while he apologized over and over again.  He had escorted her away first
several minutes before the others followed.  Hairy thought it very
suspicious that her tea had a huge glob of white goo in it and the
zookeeper's obvious package had stained the front of his tight shorts. 
When a flustered Uncle Vermon asked his wife for a swallow of tea, the cup
was gone and she acted like she'd never been drinking anything.

   "But the glass," he kept saying, "where did the glass go?"

   Hairy knew because she had covertly slipped it to him under the table
and given him a look.  Not a look that said, "Don't you dare give me up"
but a look that said, "If you save my little treat from discovery, I will
make it worth your while".  Hairy, contemplating a cocksucking by his crazy
aunt, said not a word.

   Quiers and Didley could only gibber.  As far as Hairy had seen, the
snake hadn't done anything except playfully smack their asses as it passed,
but by the time they were all back in Uncle Vermon's car, Didley was
telling them how it had nearly raped him in the ass, while Quiers was
swearing it had tried to eat his genitals.  But worst of all, for Hairy at
least, was Quiers calming down enough to say, "Hairy was talking to it,
weren't you, Hairy?"

   Uncle Vermon waited until Quiers was safely out of the house before
starting on Hairy.  He was so angry he could hardly speak.  He managed to
say, "Go -- cupboard -- stay - thrice a day," before he collapsed into a
chair, and Aunt Peetuna had to immediately fall to her knees and begin to
suck his little penis and fondle his giant balls.

   Hairy lay in his dark cupboard much later with Uncle Vermon's hot load
still seeping out of his ass.  He wished he had a watch.  He didn't know
what time it was and he couldn't be sure the Droolsleys were asleep yet. 
Until they were, he couldn't risk sneaking to the kitchen for some food. Just as he was about to risk sneaking out, Peetuna slipped into his cupboard. She showed up without the leather gear and accoutrements, only a frilly nightie that did nothing to hide her sexy body. 

Hairy lay with his heart racing nervously as she slid into bed beside him and fondled his enormous cock and balls. At any moment he was expecting her vicious side to come out and cause him pain. Instead, he was treated to an hour of gentle mewling and kisses to his genitals. His aunt was a world-class cock-sucker and she teased and tantalized Hairy’s prick and balls with her talented mouth and warm, deep throat. He lay watching in amazement as she slid her lips all the way down his gigantic cock and still managed to work her tongue on his sensitive underside. As she engulfed his fat penis and used her tight throat to fuck him, she spread her legs and began to furiously rub her pussy. 

Then, to Hairy’s shock, just as he was about to spew his enormous load into her gullet, his aunt pulled her mouth off his wet cock, snuggled close to Hairy and began to whisper frantically in his ear about keeping their secret. She whipped her nightie off and before he knew what was happening, her sexy naked body was all over him. Before Hairy had a chance to explore, Peetuna mounted him for the first time. She had teased him with it before this, usually just to get him worked up before she spanked him or fucked his ass with a dildo. This time Hairy clutched the bed sheets and watched in wide-eyed awe as his aunt squatted above him and eased her tight, wet pussy down the length of his enormous cock.

Hairy would never forget the sensation of gripping Peetuna’s tight ass as his mighty cock pumped pints of hot cream into the depths of her delicious pussy. For her part, Peetuna became a frenzied slut as they fucked. He had never seen her so happy and kind. She showered him with compliments and kisses, riding his cock in every conceivable position and expertly making it last as long as possible. As Hairy exploded thick sperm into her womb, she clutched him and French kissed him deeply. 

They both lay panting for long minutes and Hairy began to feel something like romantic love for his aunt. Her soft body was so warm and sexy as she lay with his spent cock embedded deep inside her. They both giggled and she kissed him deeply again as torrents of thick semen gushed around his cock and farted from her tight cunt. Then, suddenly, her mein changed and she quickly stood over top of him, bowing her knees and splattering him with plugs of thick sperm. Tears ran down her face and Hairy felt real fear as she regarded him coldly and whispered, “If you ever talk of this…” And then she was gone and Hairy was left to wonder if it had really happened at all. 

   He'd lived with the Droolsleys almost ten years, ten miserable years, as
long as he could remember, ever since he'd been a baby and his parents had
died in that car crash.  He couldn't remember being in the car when his
parents had died.  Sometimes, when he strained his memory during long hours
masturbating in his cupboard, he came up with a strange vision: a blinding
flash of green light and a burning pain all along his cock.  This, he
supposed, was the crash, though he couldn't imagine where all the green
light came from.  He couldn't remember his parents at all.  His aunt and
uncle never spoke about them, and of course he was forbidden to ask
questions.  When he did, Peetuna became very upset and she would typically
ass rape him viciously that night, then follow it up with a tearful and
disturbing handjob.  There were no photographs of them in the house.

   When he had been younger, Hairy had dreamed and dreamed of some unknown
relation coming to take him away, but it had never happened; the Droolsleys
were his only family.  Yet sometimes he thought (or maybe hoped) that
strangers in the street seemed to know him.  Very strange strangers they
were, too.  A tiny man in a violet thong had bowed to him and kissed his
crotch once while out shopping with Aunt Peetuna and Didley.  After asking
Hairy furiously if he knew the man, Aunt Peetuna had rushed them out of the
shop without buying anything.  Once in the car, she made him get on the
floor and eat her pussy all the way home as if she didn't want him to be
seen.  A wild-looking old woman dressed only in green pasties had waved
merrily at him once on a bus.  A bald man in a very long purple coat had
actually shaken his hand and felt him up in the street the other day and
then walked away without a word.  The weirdest thing about all these people
was the way they seemed to vanish the second Hairy tried to get a closer
look.

   At school, Hairy had no one.  Everybody knew that Didley's gang hated
that odd Hairy Peeter in his baggy old clothes and broken glasses, and
nobody liked to disagree with Didley's gang.