Nothing Compares to the Feel of a Pear
The Fat Lady had come from her post at Gryffindor tower. She was feeling particularly horny after hearing the student's gossip about the hot sex that Ron and Hermione had the night before. She came to the one place she felt she belonged, the kitchen portrait with her lover, pear. She squeezed out of her enormous dress as she walked up to the pear.
Pear was always there to fulfil her needs, day or night. She knew just how to tickle it in that special way to make it scream with pleasure and open the door to the kitchen. She always had the best times with pear, it was better than all of the other portraits in Hogwarts. It was her one true pearing (pun intended).
Slowly she licked it, her tongue sliding on the shiny skin, curving delicately around the contours of the fruit. She scraped her teeth along it and shivered in expectation. She was massaging her boobs to the rhythm of her licks. Faster and faster, circling round and round her nipples. She rubbed so fast her paint got smudged!1!
She peeled the skin off the pear and squeezed the juices all over herself. She knew she had found her calling as she rubbed the pear juices into her innumerable rolls of flab. Her paint smudged nipples hardened and she finished rubbing the pear. Her wet, sticky body heaved in satisfaction.
Flich decided to leave the Fat Lady to her pleasure and went up to find Mrs Norris and tell her of the wonderful time he had with the strawberries. As he went up to his office, he passed Professor Flitwick. Flitwick was recalling the time in his youth when he charmed himself into an empty portrait on a forbidden corridor so he could masturbate in peace. Unfortunately, upon leaving the portrait again, he lost concentration when he was casting the spell, as he was still experiencing post-orgasmic euphoria and ended up making himself far shorter than normal, finding that he could never quite regain that lost height.
He dawdled towards the kitchen and saw the Fat Lady touching herself and straddling a pear. He instantly felt a boner spring up as if someone had cast 'Wingadium Leviosa' on his penis.
Flitwick had a thing for pears too. Sometimes, after class he'd retreat to his office with a bowl of pears and charm them all into giving him sexual favours. He'd make them rub all over his penis and stick the end stick thingo into his urethra. He loved the feeling of the smooth, silky skin on his penis and it felt even better in his anus. Upon seeing that The Fat Lady also enjoyed the sexual pleasures gained from pears, he immediately decided to charm himself into the portrait with them so he could join in the fun.
Flitwick looked at the Fat Lady pleasuring herself with the pear and it made him horny. The front of his trousers grew incredibly tight as his wand became even more erect. Despite his small stature, he had a massive tree trunk cock like Dobby. His wand burst through his pants and the Fat Lady smiled at him, leaping onto his gargantuan wand. She started to pleasure herself to no end.
Flitwick pushed her off. He only came for the pear (pun intended). He took the pear and massaged it between his balls, spinning it around and around. The Fat Lady couldn't handle the sight of the pear in such a compromising position, so she bent down and took a bite of it, making the juice dribble down her chin onto her boobs. One of Flitwicks pubes got stuck between her teeth but she didn't care.
Flitwick took the pear and put it on the tip of his wand, bite side down and rubbed it in little circles. He continued to massage the pear onto the top of his wand and he squeaked. The Fat Lady moaned and masturbated while watching, imagining her fingers were pears. The pear was giggling uncontrollably. Suddenly it made the kitchen portrait door swing open.
All the house elves in the kitchen stood agape at the sight of the unspeakable scene of sexual depravity that was occurring. The Fat Lady and Flitwick kept going as the elves began to gather around and watch the magic unfold. Flitwick was getting more and more worked up at the thought of being watched by the hundreds of elves. The Fat Lady was about to orgasm as well.
The horrified, yet slightly amazed luminescent tennis ball eyes of the elves stared at them. The elves started to applaud as Flitwick became to climax, chanting "come, come, come" Even Winky put aside the butter beer bottles and cheered. Flitwick groaned and squeaked and groaned some more, his breaths growing harsher and louder. With a shudder and moan, Flitwick finished, his jizz spurting out of the painting in the form of white paint which flitwick then charmed to make each individual droplet change colour and spiral around, in celebration of his wonderful orgasm.
It went all over the house elves, the pear and the Fat Lady, who, overwhelmed by the tennis ball eyes, had opera screamed into an orgasm, shattering the crystal glasses in the process. Flitwick then charmed the pear whole again so that the children wouldn't notice the difference. He charmed himself out of the portrait and squeaked to the Fat Lady "Laters slut. Flitwick out."
He then proceeded to 'Wingardium Leviosa' himself back to his office, the house elves still starstruck and covered in paint, watching him in awe as he spectacularly left the room.
(Authors' note: Our apologies for the very long absence. We did not have sufficient inspiration to continue recounting the sexual endeavours of some of the more deviant members of Hogwarts. Here's to more fruit-filled fun in the future!)