Fifty Shades of Fruit
Chapter 2: The Forbidden Fruit
Suddenly, Umbridge walked into the room. She took in the scene before her eyes, her fat bottom squeezing through the doorway when she saw Ginny naked on Snape's floor. He was lying with a carrot in his bed, jizz everywhere. Her eyebrows arched slightly in surprise. Slowly she unbuttoned her cardigan. Then, in the open fridge, she saw A PLUM
'NO!' she thought, 'my only weakness!' She was irresistibly drawn to the plum, she ripped her pink attire off while Snape watched, her hand reaching out instinctively. She didn't care that Snape and Ginny were watching, she was just drawn to the plum. Her pink skirt fell down below her knees. She grabbed the plum and squirted the flesh all over her saggy breasts. She embraced the freedom of moist fruit flesh on her wrinkly boobs the feeling of joy the moist pulp gave her made her feel tingly all over.
She had never been touched by a fruit this way before. Her lady parts quivered with excitement. She could feel her inner goddess rejoice. She jumped onto the bed with Snape and started to suck the plum. She felt the warm sunrise of Ketut on her flesh. "Oh plum" she moaned "kiss me." She engulfed the fruit, sucking the juices and slobbering all over it. Ginny watched dumbfounded. Snape couldn't stop staring. The fruit became her.
Sucking the bitch out of her and filling her with sweet succulent flavour. "Ooohhh dear fudge" she moaned. She spread the pulpy mess of the plum all over her body and rubbed it seductively into her pores like a masseuse, a sexually hyped masseuse. It felt so good on her hot and bothered skin
She recalled Filch touching her and knew that he couldn't compare to the genteel touch of the plum. Not even the tongue of Mrs Norris could compare. Not even Peeves could compare to the lust emanating from her from the result of the plum. The sweet smell reminded her of Mafalda Hopkirk and how they used to do each other in the Ministry of Magic fountain after getting drunk on firewhiskey. She remembered the feel of her fingers and the feel of the metal statues.
But the new sensation of pulp on her skin was bliss. She thought of the centaurs and their gangbang in the forest. The orgy of hooves and tails, it was overwhelming. She shook as she squeezed the plum with her thighs, her breaths becoming more rapid, and her heart rate erratic. It overwhelmed her inner goddess. The pleasure mounted in her. She couldn't take it anymore.
Her voice came out in squeals and she was a drippy sticky mess of plum and ecstasy. Snape, Ginny and Umbridge were all caught up in their own personal worlds
They didn't even notice the eyes looking through the dungeon door.
Those piercing blue eyes.
Hidden behind half moon spectacles.
Dumbledore had come to join in the fun.