Recall Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

Author’s Note: If I’m not mistaken, this is the only Dudley het posted so far. That makes me laugh, sort of. If I’m wrong, please point me to the Dudley m/f sex!


Recall Alice: Down the Rabbit Hole

“Take a good look at it, look at now,” crooned the woman’s voice on whatever album Damien had popped into the deck. The music was sultry and slow, perfect for the summer heat, and it pulsed through the house and up the narrow stairs.

Dudley Dursley made his way up those stairs, hand-in-hand with his tiny girlfriend Sarah Cleelvans. Sarah was teeny-tiny. While fifteen year old Dudley stood at over six feet, fourteen year old Sarah was five foot four and petite, with spindly legs and a back that curved down into a slim waist. She had shoulder-length black hair that was dead straight, with bangs that dusted her eyelids.

It had been her idea to go to this party; Dudley had only come hoping for sex. After all, Damien irked him and was always high off his ass.

“I’ll let you touch it if ya like to go down…”

They silently stepped off the stairway, surveying the options of open rooms. Dudley definitely wanted to top last week, which had been particularly memorable because they’d fucked for the first time, and Sarah had been a virgin. Still, Dudley anticipated spending time with her again. After all, she was the first girl he’d truly had sex with. His first time was when he was thirteen. He’d been screwed in the Privet Park bathrooms by an older girl. She had been hot, but it had been quick, and more embarrassing than anything else. Afterward, she’d given him some tips and let him smoke his first blunt.

With Sarah, it was different, though. He didn’t feel silly or young anymore; he felt in control, and that was one thing that made him feel secure.

“I’ll give you the red light special…”

Sarah raised her eyebrows after looking at Door Number One, from which they could hear moaning. “Right, so I guess that one’s taken,” she smirked. She waggled her hips saucily as she walked down the hall. Dudley shook the urge to grab her ass. Sarah had the marvelous habit of wearing skirts so short her bright panties could be seen for miles.

They chose the second bedroom, which seemed like a guest’s room, and immediately, he sat spread-legged on the large bed.

“Much more comfortable than concrete,” Sarah remarked and slid onto his lap. Dudley spread his legs wider, the baggy material of his jeans bunching at his knees. Sarah sat up straight and kneeled over his lap, grinding her pelvis into his middle. He pushed his lips greedily against hers and they began to snog, deeper than last time. She ran her tongue ring through his mouth, over the inside of his lip. She pushed deeper onto him; he placed his hand around her bottom and kissed her upper lip as though savoring some sort of dessert.

She broke the kiss and smiled. “What does your mum say about us dating?” she inquired?

“Mum?” laughed Dudley. “Sure as fuck I’m not gonna tell Mum. As far as she’s concerned, you’re the little girl who came to tea. ‘sall she needs to know.”

“Aw,” Sarah pouted. “But I like her.”

“Yeah, well, not to hurt your feelings or anything,” he shrugged,” but she really wouldn’t approve of you.”

“And what does that mean?”

Dudley sighed. ‘Are you gonna let me have you?’ he thought, ‘or is this gonna take all night?’ “It means that she still thinks I’m twelve.”

“Aw, but that’s cute,” Sarah cooed.

“Don’t say cute,” Dudley blushed,” it sounds stupid.”

“Well, I think you’re adorable, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” she teased.

“Yeah, maybe so, but I sure as hell ain’t twelve,” Dudley grinned, and stuck one huge hand up Sarah’s skimpy top. He grasped her breast, lightly at first, but then massaged it almost roughly. He’d never felt someone up before, and was all ready getting stiff. He moved his other hand underneath her shirt, too, and soon, Sarah was only wearing a red bra. She had her mouth open in a half-oh, her eyes heavily covered in black makeup, her head slightly at an angle. Dudley kissed her neck brutally and inched his lips down across her chest, dotting around her nipples. They went hard underneath the bra. She let out a moan and unhooked it, placing it behind them, and she scooted off his lap and back onto the pillows. He followed her on all fours, the bed creaking with his every move.

Once he’d gotten both legs over her, he bent his head down into her cleavage and began to lap at her breasts slowly, twirling his tongue around her nipples and throughout the space between and under. Sarah breathed in, closing her eyes.

“Kay,” Dudley said uncertainly, raising his head up again.

“Condom’s---in my purse,” she managed to get out.

“Hang on,” he remarked. “What do you say… there’s something I… I want to try.”

Sarah opened her eyes, almost worried. “What do you mean?”

His ears turned pink. “I’ve never---“ he trailed off. “I’ve never eaten out,” he said, with a shrug, trying to keep his cool. His heart was pounding. He’d always wanted to, but no one else at school seemed keen on talking about it, so he’d never heard details.

“What?” Sarah asked. She was still completely lost. “You mean, like in a restaurant?”

Dudley forced a laugh. “Naw,” he said. “Here… just… put—“ he stopped attempting to talk and pulled her skirt over her legs. Her eyes were inquisitive but she kicked it off. When he pulled at her pants, she gave him a strange expression. “Just hang on,” he said. She let him take them away, too.

With that, Dudley moved his body back down the bed, going backwards until his face was just above her vagina. He was relieved to see that Sarah shaved; all that was visible were slight dark hairs but that was something he could deal with. He spread her legs with his hands, had her rest back more.

“Dudley?” she asked, still concerned.

“You’re gonna love it,” he said, unaffected, and his heart pounding, he lowered his face between her thighs. At first, he licked the inside of her legs, smooth and clean, and then he worked his way deeper until he’d reached the outer regions of her genitals—he began to nibble and lick her deeply, and Sarah rose her shoulders up a bit, giving an approving gasp. He was cautious at first, but soon became strong, hungry. He worked his tongue in harder, imagining whipped cream, no, clotted cream, honey. Above him, Sarah was breathing hard, her fists full of silk sheets. He must have hit the right spot because she exhaled loudly, her knees shaking. He sensed she was on the verge of climaxing, and so, smirking, he kneeled up.

“Don’t—stop,” she breathed.

“I won’t,” he said with a slight smile, and unhooked his belt, unzipping his jeans to unveil boxers and a hardening cock. He licked his lips.

“Okay,” she whispered, still gripping the blankets solidly. “Condom’s in my purse.”

“Ah, come on?” he begged. “I just did something completely for you. Now let me feel just as good!”

Sarah sat up. “What do you mean?”

“See, it was great last time, but if we did it without a condom, it’d be better,” he said pointedly. ‘I want to cum in you. Is that so hard to understand!?’

“Isn’t that risky?”

“Naw,” he said again. “That’s just what they tell you in school.”

“Are you sure?”

“I wouldn’t lie! I promise!” he exclaimed. Dudley always said anything to get what he wanted.

Sarah rested back on the pillows again, smiling through her lip gloss. “I believe you, then,” she affirmed.

“Good.” Dudley pulled himself over her again, placed his legs between her spread ones, his belt jangling. He took his cock out over his boxers, pulled them down further, grasped it and ran his hand up and down it twice. He leaned down and directed it into Sarah.

“Ow,” she groaned, and then quickly began moaning in a higher tone, gripping him with her legs. Dudley pressed his hands into the mattress and gave a bracing shove. She rocked backward and cried out. He leaned back and then drove into her again.

“Ah—“ she moaned.

He breathed ruggedly, as though he’d been running for awhile. He pummeled into her again, his dick rubbing the sides of her vagina, sticking her hard in the centre.

“Dudley,” she breathed.

“Aw, fuck!” he shouted heavily with a grunt, and shoved his cock into her again, breathing out as he came into her. He seized up and sighed. It felt better than anything; condoms were for pussies.

Sarah’s mouth opened again, her head fell back on the pillow and she panted lightly for air. Dudley moved off of her, she exhaled, and he lay back beside her on the pillows, sticking his cock back into his boxers and holding his hand over it, using the other arm to wrap around her shoulders.

Sarah smiled serenely and snuggled onto his side, kissing him once on the cheek.

‘Take that, Mum, Dad, Harry,’ thought Dudley with a sneer. ‘I’m not just some stupid fat kid anymore.’

“I know just what I want,” sang the r&b artist on the radio, the sweaty, sexy beat still bumping through the house. “I know just who I am.”