Fifty Shades of Fruit
Chapter 3: Nitwit, Blubber, Oddment, SEX
Dumbledore put his hands into his robes and started rubbing his wand. 'Soon,' he thought. He walked in and ripped his robes off, his wrinkly old body quivering in excitement and his wand hard and warty. He looked at Ginny and picked her up and threw her onto the sofa. "Are you ready for some magic babe?" He groaned. "Yes Professor!" she cried in excitement. The sexual tension in the room was already enough to make her dripping. Her body tensed in anticipation. Snape looked on while Umbridge still was caught up with the plum.
Dumbledore's flaps of wrinkly skin rubbed vigorously against her soft skin as he began the sexual journey. 'The journey is more important than the outcome' Ginny thought. She would write an essay on it later. This would be perfect text to analyse, but for the time being her body was awash with pleasure.
Snape looked on with a twinge of jealousy. Although having the carrot, he still thought Dumbledore was his.
For a man of 150, give or take a few years, his moves were rapid and smooth, he brought about crests of pleasure swirling and combining in Ginny's lady parts.
Snape was green with envy. He remembered lovely nights where he and Dumbledore would do it in his office while Fawkes watched. He was always turned on by the fact that Fawkes was watching. He saw Ginny's expression of pure joy and was dismayed to think that it wasn't him. Dumbledore had always been good. He had always known what he wanted and needed. He was so magical and could read him like a book. He remembered that one type he used his elder wand as anal beads...
Ginny shook and screamed. She had finished so quickly but Dumbledore wasn't done. He pulled out and jizzed on Umbridge. She looked up in shock, she was sticky with her face smeared with plum and Dumbledore's aged semen.
"I WILL HAVE ORDER" she shrieked as she wiped her face on his beard. She then knelt down and ripped his pubic hair out with her teeth. "YOU BITCH!" He yelled as he screamed in pain, but secretly, he enjoyed it. He loved the feeling of pain, especially from Umbridge. The tingle of hairs parting with his balls was overwhelming. He moaned.
"Eat my pubes" He bellowed. "Eat them like the dirty girl you are. Bite me hard," he moaned. Umbridge grabbed a handful and pulled it out one by one. Dumbledore enjoyed every searing moment of pain. She slowly slurped it like spaghetti, it was delicious. It tasted like elf saliva. What was elf saliva doing on his balls?
"Dobby!" she shrieked.