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 pussy did to your pussy. 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 pussy 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 butt.
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 pussy 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 butt.
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 butt. 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 butt, thumb tightly in place on the pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 butt 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 butt and used it instead to attack the pussy 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 pussy. 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 pussy 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 Briarwwod. 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.
