Fifty Shades of Fruit
Chapter 6: Fuzzy Feelings
Harry was unsure of where to look. "Join us Harry! It's essential to defeat Voldemort!" Dumbledore said. Why did this have to happen every time he walked into Dumbledore's office? He thought. He slowly took his robes off and pushed McGonagall off Dumbledore's dick. "Now show me why they call you the chosen one Harry" said Dumbledore as he smacked Harry's ass. He felt his cheeks redden, both kinds.
Dumbledore took Harry's glasses off and place them on his bum. "I like it when you look at me when I spank you Harry" he said. Suddenly, Harry felt something on his butt. Dumbledore was biting his bum! It was so erotic. His cheeks quivered in excitement. He recalled being bitten like this only once, by Cedric during the Triwizard Tournament before he died last year.
Harry still touched himself in his memory, and another time... he wasn't even sure if it was real... It was with a magic kiwi fruit. He remembered the rapid growth of teeth from the humble fruit and the sharp but pleasant sensation of the tiny little teeth on his posterior. He remembered that one time he and kiwi were in the prefects bathroom and moaning myrtle watched gleefully.
The tiny bites sent erotic jolts up his spine and to the very tips of his fingers. He loved doing it dirty while being watched. Just the fact that at the current moment him and Dumbledore were fucking while being watched by portraits of past headmasters made his ass hair stand up.
He thought of kiwi. Kiwi was different, with its soft hairy flesh. It was so rare and expensive at Coles, which made it sexier. He recalled the sweet feel on his bare buttocks, the short bristles on his scrotum. Rubbing, scratching. The tangy juice in his asshole. So invigorating. The little black seeds littering his anus and getting caught in his ball hair. The memories were becoming too much.
Harry jizzed onto Dumbledore's desk. He groaned loudly.
"I haven't even started yet" whispered Dumbledore seductively into his ear. Surprisingly, along with the outburst of semen, memories also burst out. The memories gathered into the pensieve on Dumbledore's desk. Dumbledore planned on watching them later so that he could wank off. A brief image of Kiwi appeared.
Dumbledore never knew Harry was so excited by kiwis; he flashed a mischievous smile at Harry. Dumbledore knew he could have a lot of fun with him. He accio-ed a kiwi from the kitchen. It flew into his sweaty hands. Harry felt his heart rate increasing. "Let the party begin" he moaned.