Fifty Shades of Fruit
Chapter 7: Ménage à Kiwi
He grabbed the kiwi and ripped it open sensually with his teeth. Dumbledore rubbed his hardened cock with the kiwi to lubricate it. It was party teim. Harry bent Dumbledore over a table. McGonagall conjured party hats and walked over to Harry, Dumbledore and Kiwi. McGonagall wanted to watch. She sat down on the chair and observed. Harry just got harder thinking that he was being watched.
Dumbledore kissed Harry's youthful back and inserted his wand. His wrinkly saggy testicles jutting against Harry's butt cheeks. It was so vivid and rapid. His breath came in short spurts. The sensation was so new o Harry but felt so right. He grabbed the kiwi and rubbed it all over himself. The soft black seeds cleansing his pores.
McGonagall came and licked off all of the juices, her tongue swirling around his nipples. She bit his nipple in glee. 10 points to Gryffindor she moaned. Harry felt some of the kiwi juice seep into the cut, stinging but so nice he savoured the feeling. He enjoyed pain. McGonagall accio-ed a box of her ginger newts. "Have biscuit Potter" she moaned. He took one in his mouth while Dumbledore had the other half, their mouths moving slowly together like in Lady and the Tramp.
The biscuit joined their lips together. Dumbledore and Harry were locked a tender embrace. This felt right, Harry thought. Their penises were clashing together and hugging as well. Harry was cherishing this moment, trying to lock every single part into his memory. Suddenly, Dumbledore jizzed, spraying Harry's entire body. His semen squirted all over Harry, the kiwi, McGonagall and her biscuits
She picked one up and ate it. It tasted even more delicious, and reminded her of a sherbet lemon. McGonagall conjured a slurpee cup and put all the semen kiwi and biscuit mixture in it. She conjured straws so all of them could taste it. They all greedily slurped the mixture, marvelling at the wondrous taste old man semen, kiwi and ginger newt could make. Meanwhile, in another part of the castle, Filch was prowling the halls when he caught the scent of something delicious. Something fresh and wonderful. It was the amorous scent of a strawberry.