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Ariella At College: Part 4

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Ariella becomes the object of many desires.

by jane700bond, Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.




When

Ariella awoke, she was seated in one of the easy chairs in Miss
Peacock’s office, covered in a light blanket. Her clothes were lying in a
neat pile next to her, smelling fresh and newly ironed. On a small
table was a note. “Finishing class, back soon, stay and rest
x x x Gabriella P.”

Gabriella Peacock was an Animagus, Ariella realised. A witch who could shapeshift, in her case, into a white cat.

With

a small flash of magic, Gertrude, the house elf reappeared and leered
at Ariella. “Enjoy sex do we, young human?

Thinks me you are only just
starting to learn. Gertrude good teacher. Human want to learn sex magic?
Me help young human Sex Goddess be, like mistress Peacock?”

Ariella

looked at the strange creature and wondered if Gertrude might be an
ally in her competition against Lucille. “Gertrude, can you really
help?” she asked.

“Gertrude made mistress Sex Goddess and Gertrude she like you. Very pretty human, Gertrude likes pretty young humans.”

Ariella

looked a little nervous, was the elf wanting to make love to her
too? Now? She was not sure she could cope with another sex session just
yet and, well how did an elf make love?

Seeing

her discomfort, Gertrude laughed at her and said “No sex now. We learn
lessons later. Now to dress is time. You no miss lunch for sex with
elves! We give you good time later.”

Ariella

uncovered herself and stood up naked expecting to pick up and put on
her clothes, but the elf instead helped her. She jumped onto the chair
with Ariella’s bra. This brought the small creature up to Ariella’s
height. With gentle hands the elf assisted the gal with it on, carefully
seating Ariella’s breasts one by one into each cup and then fastening
it securely at the front. Ariella, thought the elf’s touch quite erotic.

The

elf then got Ariella to turn around and helped her into the blouse, the
elf’s baby-smooth face leaning around over Ariella’s neck to carefully
fasten the buttons slowly and sexily one by one, almost like a
strip-tease in reverse. The elf went slowly from the bottom to the top,
taking particular attention with those that were straining over her
chest, caressing Ariella’s breasts to ensure the cotton was smoothed
around each fabulous boob. Ariella found herself fascinated by the pale,
large-eyed creature whose fingers were warm and smooth against her
skin.

“Gosh!” thought Ariella aware of a heat rising in her cheeks, “It’s happening again!”

Finally,

Gertrude got down from the chair and lifted up the kilt, carefully
wrapping it around Ariella’s waist, brushing the gal’s silk-smooth naked
thighs and taut midriff with her hands as she did so. It was, Ariella
thought, like foreplay. Then jumping on the chair and with a quick soft
kiss to Ariella’s cheek, the elf disappeared in her distinct puff of
magic and Ariella stood alone and more than half-turned on.

Miss Peacock suddenly bustled in.

“Thank

you, Ariella, for waiting for me and not running away - as you, might
well have done after what my cunt did to your cunt. Sorry about that!”

Ariella looked at the Divinity teacher and said “Gabriella, may I call you Gabriella?”

Gabriella

nodded. “It was okay, and really rather fun. But I didn’t know you were
an Animagus, and it was all a bit of a surprise, especially when you
put your paw inside me, it was so silky smooth and my organisms were
like an electric shock. I just fainted away with too much ecstasy! ”

She

was silent for a moment and then said: “I have to confess I have been
incredibly horny over the last few weeks and the way you treated me was
incredibly arousing. I mean, I seem to want to have sex continually. Is
that normal?”

Gabriella

smiled at her. “It happened to me too at your age, which is why I first
became Sex Goddess in my college senior year. It’s nothing to worry
about, just part of being a nymphomaniac, or in my case now, a
28-year-old nymphomaniac. Ye gods, by the powers of magic, the smell of
you when I found you under the desk was so intoxicating! The smell of
sex around you so powerful that I was in a frenzy of longing. I just
wanted to pull your clothes off there and then and drink all that sex
juice straight out of you. But at least I managed to hold-off until we
got in here.

Some

of the powers you are developing can be quite dangerous around the
wrong people … I hope you don’t think I’m one of the wrong people.”

Ariella

shook her head. “No.” she said, “You are rather nice, a bit dominating!
But you’re quite attractive, even if a bit older than me and, well that
was one exciting climax. In fact, could we make love again sometime,
soon? The next time, let me give you an orgasm too?”

Gabriella, took

Ariella’s hand and both sat on the sofa. Gabriella answered “I would be
proud to make love with beautiful you any time you like! But you need
to understand all sorts of people are starting to find you irresistible.
It was the same with me when I was 18. Have you noticed
strange behaviour from other people?”

Ariella

thought for a moment, “Let me see, Dr. Snake had a hard-on when I spoke
to him in his office yesterday. I thought he was going to rip my top
off at one point. The new gal, Lucille started kissing me and we made
love within a few minutes of meeting, and then, er, we had a foursome!

So

far today, well two guys made love with me this morning, never mind
George who put his hand under my bum when I sat down in class, and then I
fucked him. And then of course I discovered you loved licking cum from
my cunt and you paw-fucked me when you were a cat. Even Gertrude, your
house elf seems to find me sexually alluring! Yes, people are behaving
strange, but you know, I don’t think I want it to stop! I just seem to
want more and more sex! That’s a bit worrying.”

Gabriella

sighed and turning and putting her hands on Ariella’s shoulders said
“Ariella, you must understand two things. One, you have developed a
natural powerful glamour. It is a sort of magic which attracts people to
you.” Gabriella’s hands moved slowly from Ariella’s shoulders and
around and under her arms where she pressed them against the sides of
the coed’s breasts. “Even I find your power nearly irresistible.” The
teacher sighed, moved her hands around and cupped the tight mounds. “By
wand and magic I need to resist you or we’ll be at it again, like
rabbits.”

“Nice idea!” giggled Ariella.

Gabriella

moved away and said sternly “The second thing you must know is that
Lucille is a dangerous black witch who takes after her father and if the
college is to be safe, you mustn’t let her become Sex Goddess instead
of you.” Her glamour, is not like yours, it is a spell she uses to
manipulate people, whereas you - you just turn people on!

This

was astonishing news and Ariella asked the older woman to explain. It
seemed that the Marquis l'Astic Le Grand had been arrested for turning a
class of Mademoiselles at a local convent in France into his sex
slaves. Using spells, he and other black practitioners had raped the
gals, who were completely mesmerised and unable to resist the magicians’
evil desires. It appeared that Lucille may have been taught some of the
spells and it was suspected that she had also joined in, or even
organised her own orgies. The rumour was she had enslaved some of the
local guys to meet her own particular whims. Hence, why she had escaped
the country when the Magic Police called to arrest her father. Lucille
has a desire for power, like the Dark Lord, and wants to enslave people
for her evil purposes.“

Ariella

said "Whoops! I might have given her the wrong impression about what
being Sex Goddess meant. I think I said something like ‘slaves to your
desire’. I also think I saw some of her black magic last night.
She hypnotised Dave and Tony and although she and I had some fast and
exciting sex I wasn’t sure the guys enjoyed being mere sex machines.”

Gabriella

looked into the young woman’s eyes. “The Sex Goddess awakens desires in
others and lets them fulfil their own fantasies through her own vast
appetite for sex. She does not enslave! She gives and takes pleasure and
fun. You must understand this and you must use your power to gain the
crown. Otherwise we will see a Briarwood full of slave automata, no
longer truly human. Do you understand?”

Ariella

nodded and the woman came close and, breathing heavily, brushed the
coed’s lips with her own. Then seeming to remember herself, pulled away
again to stand beside the chair where Ariella sat.

“I

must give you weapons in this war, and maybe Snake will help too. The
future is occluded and I cannot see it clearly. It is a close call as to
which one will come out on top. Yes, I must teach you spells and charms
and Dr. Snake has some powerful potions that might be useful. Now, I
think it is time for lunch!”

These

memories of Gabriella Peacock that morning made up Ariella’s mind. She
got off the bed and without even bothering to remove the charm that hid
the hole in the wall, slipped through to the guys’ bedroom next door and
slipped into bed beside Dave.

It

was now about two in the morning and George, wand in hand slipped down
the stairs to the Briarwood College common room and silently opened the
door to the staircase to the female dormitories. With soundless unshod
feet he gradually made his way up the stairs until, when he reached one
landing, the figure of a gal appeared in the dimmed stair lights, coming
from one of the rooms. She only wore a pair of pyjama bottoms and her
top-half was naked. Almost in panic George used his wand to cast a
stillness spell on the gal who halted halfway to the bathroom.

George

moved closer and began to take an interest in this unexpected delight.
She was a coed called Peggy. She had tussled mousey blonde hair which
framed her pretty young face with its small nose and very kissable
mouth. Her eyes were closed and she breathed softly under his spell.
George was fascinated and experimented with a soft kiss on her slightly
open lips. There was no reaction.

His

eyes wandered downwards and took in her small boobs with their darker
brown centres, the colour of milk chocolate. He could not resist but to
cup them in his inexpert hands. Despite losing his virginity to Ariella,
he had never before seen and felt a real chick’s breasts. They were so
soft to the touch, like silk. His dick stuck out from his dressing gown
in excitement as he gently rubbed the teats, feeling the softness of the
aureole and the firmness of the nipples. George’s dick pressed against
the gal’s pyjama bottoms, catching on the material as he pressed against
her.

George

was in heaven, the babe stood silent except for her quiet regular
breaths as he took one nipple in his mouth and whirled his tongue around
it, tasting the salty sweetness of her young skin. Another first for
George.

His

hands roamed around her naked back as he suckled the beautiful breast
and slowly moved down and in under the material which was covering her
small soft ass.

The

feel of a real tit was driving him insane with excitement. Moving his
mouth to her other tit, he slowly pulled down the pyjama bottoms and
fondled her now naked arse. His boner pressed against the chick’s
stomach and he rubbed it around the smooth young skin in delight. “Oh,
Peggy” he thought “I could fuck you and you would never know.”

He

moved his mouth once more to the slightly parted lips and put his
tongue between them, but they could not get past her still closed
beautiful teeth. Disappointed, he moved back to licking the delicious
tits as he tried to force his dick between her legs. But again, with her
legs together where she stood, there was no way in. Likewise, her cunt
lips while soft and pliable, would not let his probing fingers advance
into the locked cavern within.

Disappointed,

George realised he was trying to rape a soft, but unpliable statue and
where was the fun in that when Ariella was in her bed upstairs.
Dissatisfied, George stood back from the beautiful Peggy, gave a last
rub of her arse with his dick and then pulled up the pyjama bottoms back
up over that so fucking tempting ass.

He

crept to the next staircase, and once at the corner, turned back, and
used his wand to remove the stillness spell and creep creepily further
up the tower.

When

the release spell touched her, Peggy came to as though waking. She
wondered for a moment muzzily why her breasts felt cold and damp and the
nipples were hard, but needing to urgently get to the bathroom, shook
her head and moved off. Later she dreamt of firm hands caressing her
body and enjoyed a beautifully erotic dream.

Georgy

Porgy got to the top of the staircase where he knew Ariella slept. He
did not know who she shared with, but once in the dim room it became
obvious to him that only one bed was occupied, so that was all right.
Stealthily, George knelt by the bedside and slowly pushed a hand under
the duvet where it met the warm back of a naked sleeper. Very subtly he
caressed the skin and a moan issued from the sleeper.

He

stopped for a moment and then pushed his other hand under the duvet and
began to stroke the gal’s body up and down the curve of the back.

The

gal was facing away from him with her legs one over the other and
George soon found the curve of her hips and the crease in her ass. His
hands moulded the cheeks and the chick moaned again. Then one hand found
the gap between her legs and he pushed on to find the slit of her cunt
lips. Here he held his breath and then gently pushed the knuckle of his
thumb back along the slit, parting the lips slightly.

Another

groan from the babe and George was aware of his aching dick pushing
against the cold iron of the bedframe as his knelt there.

With

the one hand massaging the cunt lips, his other explored its way over
the babe’s arm to find the breast that it cuddled. With another groan,
the arm moved out of his way and to his delight and lust-filled wonder
his hand found itself holding a warm soft breast.

Suddenly

the babe moaned and turned over towards him, trapping the one hand
under her ass, thumb tightly in place on the cunt lips and the other
being clamped in place on the gal’’s left breast by her arm.

George

knew about trapped hands and female genitalia from his experience with
Ariella from the previous morning and to his mounting excitement
he realised that the cunt was getting warmer and wetter, beginning to
exude its sex oils. He worked his fingers around so that his thumb was
pushing up into the slit whilst his fingers found the gals clit.

George

was both in agony and in heaven. His monstrous hard-on was now under
the bedframe and pressing against ancient springs, but exploring the
gal’s cunt more than made up for it. As he massaged, he used his head to
push the duvet back to reveal the fabulous body beneath. His head went
down on other now exposed breast and for the second time that night he
was sucking a real gal’s tits. With an effort, despite his trapped hands
he moved his ass backwards and brought his dick up and over the bed
without scraping it on odd bits of sharp metal. The sleeper slept on,
apparently unconscious of its increasing sexual arousal and very unaware
of Georgy Porgy getting his evil way.

Slowly,

George moved his trapped hand from under the chick’s ass and used it
instead to attack the cunt from clit downwards, fingers now pressing
deeply into the babe’s vagina whilst his thumb played with the clit. The
dame’s head moved and suddenly there were hot lips around his dick,
sucking deeply on his overexcited manhood.

He

looked at the head and in shock realised this was not Ariella, it was
the French dame she had seen her with earlier. But George wasn’t
complaining, he was enjoying himself thoroughly and his fingers fucked
deep into the dame’s cunt and his dick went ever deeper into the dame’s
mouth.

Just

when he thought he was going to cum, the dame, Lucille? Yes, Lucille
was her name, released his manhood and pulled his hand out of her cunt.
In a swift and almost impossible movement, she lifted the guy from the
floor and plonked him on his back on the bed. Lucille then straddled
him, rubbing her cunt lips up and down his shaft. She then lifted
herself up and plunged herself down on him hard, his dick going deep
within her.

She

was growling like a tiger as she rode him, up and down, thrusting as if
her life depended upon it. One hand massaging her breasts with an
unbelievable roughness and the other rubbing hard on her clit. The guy
appeared to be forgotten, he was just a dildo and she was taking her
pleasure. George felt his hips bang under the pressure of her abandoned
movements, the bed jolting hard and noisily on the springs.

George

was aware of the wave of cum released from his ball sack that eagerly
sought entrance into the dame’s awaiting vagina. He came, and still she
rode him, not allowing any rest. He whimpered as he fought to release
himself from the mad bitch who was fucking him even faster now with his
cum juices lubing her cunt. She came with a mad roar, but still went on,
up and down faster and faster. George felt another load about to shoot
and shoot it did deep inside her and she came again. Still Lucille did
not stop but bounced up and down on his aching cock.

Finally,

after another orgasm, Lucille left his cock and made a leap like a frog
to his head that left her with her dripping cunt pushing on George’s
mouth.

“Tongue

me, you bastard!” Lucille shouted and George found his tongue deep
inside her, his own sperm mixed with her flow of sex juices pouring into
his mouth. His nose was painfully pressed against her wet clit Lucille
worked her clit against it, whilst his tongue lapped at the still
flowing juices. Lucille’s hand went behind her to find George’s now limp
cock and she started to work it like she was trying to milk a cow.
Rubbing up and down its we length until again it rose.

In

another swift movement Lucille turned around, forcing her cunt lips
over George’s mouth. She grabbed her wand from beside the bed, shouted
“Cumus atlanticus” pointing at the cock and then clamped her mouth over
it drinking deeply at the new torrent of cum that was spraying out.

Finally,

Lucille appeared to be satisfied, she lifted her mouth from the still
spraying cock and pushed her cunt hard into George’s face. Then she
turned a final time and dibbled his jizz from her mouth over George’s
face and into his eyes before getting off his limp and aching body and
heading for the shower.

With

great difficulty and in severe pain, George grabbed his dressing gown
and fled down the stairs and was rewarded with a scream when another
beautiful naked chick appeared on her way to the bathroom.

Dr.

Adolphus Snake was a great and powerful wizard and following the
incident in his Necromancy class where he had been tricked by a spell
from an 18-year-old new gal to cum all over her in front of the class,
he was seething. Lucille L'Astique was playing with fire and he was
going to have his revenge.

Snake

prided himself on how in his ten years of being House Master, back at
Slither-In, he had never let his animal urges get the better of him. No
matter how tempting any of his female students were (and some were very
tempting), he had never taken advantage and seduced them, always
resisting their young shapely bodies and beautiful faces.

Now,

to be clear, that is not to say he couldn’t fantasize about them, not
to say he could not enjoy erotic wet-dream orgies of wrestling with
their naked bodies. If he imagined lifting the kilt of Ariella or Peggy
and thrusting his cock deep inside them from behind, it didn’t mean he
was actually planning to it. If he fantasized about beautiful
cum-swapping teens massaging each other’s breast with his cum after an
enormous shared orgasm, that was his affair. If he dreamt about Peggy
sitting on his face while Ariella thrust up and down on his lightning
rod, they were his dreams, he liked them and he would keep them to
himself, thank you very much.

Snake’s

nocturnal skills with lucid dreaming meant he could fulfil his most
wicked desires in his sleep. He would frequently awake in the morning to
damp sheets covered in the cum he had just dreamt he had spurted into
his most beautiful student’s mouth, or erupted in torrents over her
fabulous naked body. He had just never taken advantage of any of them
physically, not even the irresistible Gabriella Peacock. Gabriella could
make guys cum just by looking at them.

“Nice to have her back in the college!” he thought.

No,

but that supermodel strawberry blonde bitch Lucille was a different
matter and she needed to be punished for showing him up in-front of
Priti, Sabrina and of course Henry.

This

last night, whilst beautiful Ariella slept soundly in Dave’s arms and
whilst George had failed to fuck pretty Peggy, Adolphus Snake did not
dream about any of them as normally he might have wished. Instead he had
recurring nightmares about Lucille growing fangs and drinking the
life-blood out of him. So, it was a tired and sorry Snake that crawled
out of his, for once, crisp dry sheets. He dressed in just shirt
and chinos for the coming day was forecast to be rather hot for
Scotland.

Ariella

had slept well, but was woken this sunny morning by two things.
Firstly, Dave had an enormous hard-on which, although he was asleep, was
pushing at the lips of her labia as he snuggled up behind her in a
gentle embrace. The second was the urgent need to get to the toilet. So,
regrettably she carefully removed Dave’s arm which was lying over her
warm breasts, slipped out of the narrow bed and through the invisible
hole in the wall into the room she shared with Lucille L'Astique. As she
found her robe, she glanced at Lucille who was asleep, her twisted
duvet snaked in knots around her naked golden limbs. Her pert breasts
and nipples of darker burnished gold were beautiful to behold. Her
cupid-bow lips were slightly parted showing pearlescent teeth.

Ariella

regretted that such a beautiful golden creature had such a black heart.
She went to the bathroom, showered and then got dressed without waking
Lucille, her eyes forever glancing at the French dame’s perfect
beautiful and sexy form with a instinctual desire that warmed her belly.

Once

dressed Ariella, left the sleeping Lucille and started her way down the
tower with the intention of going to the lavatory, then breakfast in
the college refectory, with her best friend Peggy.

Earlier,

hulking Henry had awoken to the sound of whimpering. In the morning
light he looked across at George who was sitting on his bed with his
dressing gown on and making strange noises. Henry lumbered out of bed,
his usual morning hard-on beginning to subside, and pulled on his own
gown as he went over to see what was wrong with his room-mate.

George

looked ill. His pale face looking scaled with dried skin and his eyes
wide and staring. Getting no sensible response from the shivering
George, Henry rapidly decided that help was needed and descended the
stairs to go and find Dr. Snake. Snake duly arrived, took a quick look
at the shaking guy and told Henry to go and get Madam Priscilla-Cane
from the infirmary.

The

big-bosomed and jolly Madam Priscilla-Cane arrived with a thermometer
and began an examination. No one knew why she was called “Madam” as she
was unmarried and in her twenties. The plunging neckline of her
décolletage usually provided a source of excitement for the imaginations
of both the pupils and teachers of The College of Incanting Arts.
However, today the atmosphere was serious.

George

was obviously in some sort of shock and appeared to have some sort of
skin problem with great flakes of skin peeling from his face. Getting a
warm wet flannel, she started to wash the flaking skin and then sniffed
and stopped. She told Henry to take his clothes and to leave the room,
explaining that she and Dr. Snake would look after the guy.

When Henry had exited, she turned to Snake and said: “Adolphus, this stuff on his face isn’t skin, it’s dried sperm!”

Snake,

trying not to be too obvious about clocking the nurse’s considerable
cleavage, moved forward and also sniffed, the smell of spunk was
unmistakable. “Strange,” he said “I can’t believe Henry can be
responsible for this, what on earth has happened to him?”

“First

clue is the dressing gown.” Said Madam Priscilla-Cane. “This happened
somewhere else - he’s been wandering about in the night!”

Snake

thought about the other guys who slept in the Briarwood Dormatory tower
and was at a loss to think of any of the randy sods who would leave
George with a face covered in cum. They were evil, yes, but there was
something more going on here.“

“Do you think one of the other guys?” he asked.

“Let’s

not speculate” the Matron replied. I’ll get him to the Infirmary and
keep him until the shock subsides and he can give us an explanation.
I’ll also do a fuller inspection. He is looking thin and almost
half-starved. George normally looks rather well-fed.“

Once

back in his office, Snake found he had visitors. Two gals were waiting
for him, Peggy and Sue. He had made the extremely cute and pretty Peggy a
prefect, like Ariella, and his favourite lucid dreams these days
usually included a threesome with them both. Peggy, like Ariella in a
different way, was just his type, delightful and coy and gave off an air
of complete innocence.

Sue

told her story to Snake of the guy running down the women’s staircase
in the middle of the night. It came out a little reluctantly, as the
gals generally admired an adventurous spirit in their male counterparts.
However Sue had been frightened by the guy’s strangely glistening face
and the manic way he was moving, as if desperate to get away from some
monster. It was because of this that Peggy persuaded her to speak to
Snake. And, as Sue explained - the guy was Georgy-Porgy!

Everyone

was surprised when Peggy Elfstone had been selected for Slither-in by
the Sorting Hat. Even now, seven years later she still maintained an air
of such endearing innocence that no one, except her partners in crime,
could believe that she had ever, ever thought a wicked thought inside
that pretty tousled head. Her best friend had always been Ariella and,
together, they had run riot, broke every rule of the college and
discovered the joys of sex.

But,

when looking for a culprit for any mischievousness, Peggy’s innocent
expression put off any interlocutor seeking revenge and misdirected them
to some other blameless pupil, normally in another house. After all
these years, Peggy’s most undeserved reputation for innocence was
preserved.

Beyond

having a crush on her, Dr. Snake had his suspicions about Peggy, in
particular he believed that she had a very strong innocence glamour that
turned the heads of vengeful teachers and other pursuers of wrong-doing
and made them look in other directions. But Snake was happy with this
since, if Peggy was an evil genius in angelic clothing, Slither-In was
exactly the right house for her, and now, so was Briarwood. Besides, it
meant he often had a chance to see and admire, if not touch, her.

As

with Ariella, Snake had a soft-spot for Peggy and as she had grown-up,
he had found her ever more attractive. What he hadn’t realised was that
cute, innocent, 18-year-old Peggy also had rather a crush for him and
spent much of her time fantasizing about the ways she could seduce him.

To be continued..

by jane700bond for Literotica.

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