Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2

Note: All other referenced characters are 18

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Petra’s been playing with fire – forces she can’t comprehend. She simply doesn’t understand the danger she’s put herself in by pursuing me, by trying so hard to make something happen.

I think it’s time I explain…

I’d always maintained that the cause of all the trouble back home was never directly my fault. The incident at Kappa Phi had started out as innocent as it comes – a party the girls had put on at the sorority house to welcome everyone back from Spring Break.

Teaching Assistants weren’t usually first on anyone’s guest list, so I was pretty impressed to be asked to drop by…

Most of the girls were pleasant enough. Polite, welcoming – but it was clear to me that I’d been invited out of courtesy. I kept chatting to whoever I met though, and slowly but surely a little group warmed to my stories of what happened up state.

My upbringing was pretty rough and ready – but makes for a good story. ‘Mystery of Baby Boy Found in the Woods’; maybe you’re aware of the headlines, or at least the clickbaity Oxygen documentary they made about the group who abandoned me?

Some call them a cult, others a coven… I don’t know – call them what you like, there’s only one word I know for a group who’d leave an infant child covered in painted symbols at the edge of the deep forest on the California/Oregon border… Abusers.

I used to react pretty badly to all the ‘witchling’/’devil’s own’ bullshit thrown at me by the kids at the foster homes I was bounced around as a pre-teen.
But I came to embrace the weirdness of my story, especially when I realized how much attention it got me with the girls in high school!

But anyway…. It had been late in the evening by the time I went to make my excuses and leave the Kappa Phi party, pleased that the flat stares of disinterest from earlier had shifted towards something hot and charged from the girls gathered round me. Laura and Kayla had been particularly insistent, holding my arms either side of the couch until I promised to stay for just one more drink.

That’s how it had been for me, since the first time back home after I turned 18…. Always the same shift from indifference to attraction. An inexorable slide. Those rapt faces listening to my tale of spooky abandonment and discovery among those dark pines suddenly sultry; smoldering. Much like Petra... For a while I’d thought it was just my good luck, blessed with a body like mine – a rower’s build, tall and broad…

But then I started to realize something else seemed to be going on.

Something unnatural.

It had been great at first, like some super power. This aura I was able to use to make women want me.

But I soon realized that if I wasn’t very careful, things could get way, way out of hand.

When Laura and Kayla took me by the hand and led me up the stairs of the sorority house, I knew they’d regret it… but I wanted them so badly, I made excuses for letting it happen. I told myself there was no reason for things to go wrong like they had with the others.

I was mistaken…

The sex was amazing. One girl eating the other out while I fucked my thick cock into their tight wet cunts in turn – both of them screaming in pleasure, crying out when they came. We fucked for hours, sweat dripping from trembling limbs until fatigue finally won out. Collapsing into a musky heap before sleep claimed us.

Cheeky smiles and blushes the next morning let me think the curse had broken; that I’d just been unlucky before. Maybe I’d imagined it… Maybe there’d been some rational explanation for it all along.

It wasn’t until a week after that I knew any different.

Laura had been admitted to hospital, being treated for dehydration. Kayla had disappeared from campus, with security searching everywhere for clues. I was questioned but answered truthfully - I had absolutely no idea where she was and even less as to why there was suddenly a shrine to me in their room… Thankfully, they found Kayla soon after – she’d checked herself into a psych ward in the next town over.

Friends of the pair said they’d become withdrawn after our night together, rarely coming out of their room. Both had stopped coming down for meals, and when sisters had knocked to ask if everything was OK, they’d been shocked at the state of the girls.

The doctors had called it a ‘shared hysteria’ – that they'd fed each other’s psychosis and built it up into something dangerous. Apparently they’d spent almost every waking hour masturbating or fucking – using toys on each other… pretending they were me. I hadn’t noticed anything missing from my room, but apparently they’d stolen a bunch of rowing kit I’d had ready for washing - garments heavy with my scent found hanging all around their room.

The Dean had been apologetic, asked for my understanding.

Clearly, he’d said, these two young ladies were experiencing some psychological stress, no fault of mine…  But he thought it would be best if I spent the summer off campus before returning in the fall…

Thankfully, he didn’t know about the others. He didn’t know what I knew. That every woman who touches me ends up losing her mind… I’d got word from a buddy on campus that both girls were back to full health. Kayla was transferring out, but Laura would be back at Berkeley soon. Apparently, she was mortified (but otherwise unharmed) by her sudden and inexplicable infatuation with a handsome but non-descript Business School TA.

I know it’s wrong, but on some level, I’m looking forward to daddy’s little princess Petra finding out the hard way what’s about to happen after our brief contact earlier. The unspeakable things she’ll crave from me. The collapse of her reason and self-respect, her whole world reduced to a pulsing, surging desire to receive pleasure from me – constantly aroused, desperate to feel me inside her…

I’d made it clear what the boundaries should be. She’d chosen to cross them – now the rest is on her.

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There’s a breathless voice note on my phone when I get back to my room after saying goodbye to the Chinese students. Petra’s voice, strained and husky – that deep, assured confidence now challenged. Swallowing hard as she begs me to come and see her – that she’s squared it with daddy to bring forward the extra tuition we’ve got planned for tomorrow and Sunday while the other students at the school are out on a social trip…

I ignore her pleas. Relishing how sweet it feels to deny her. To have her feel, maybe for the first time in her pampered, trust fund life that she can’t get what she wants with a snap of her fingers.

I make some food before taking it back to my room to eat, smiling and shaking my head at the near constant buzzing of the phone in my pocket as plaintive messages from Petra come in thick and fast. I take my time, let her stew while I enjoy my dinner…

When I finally check my messages an hour later, I can’t help but gasp in disbelief. I’ve never seen it get this bad this fast before.

Pictures and videos of this beautiful woman’s body, hands caressing the swell of her breasts before teasing nipples, my cock swelling at the sight of her bewitching curves revealed at last.

I watch each new video as it comes in. Any attempt to moderate her lust falling by the wayside as she narrates each moment of depraved footage. Spreading to show her engorged and dripping pussy, pushing her fingers in while she croons and tells me she wishes I could feel how wet she is for me… I touch myself while I watch, stroking my cock to the sight of this gorgeous creature lose herself in depths of depravity I know all too well.

The final video before I cum is the most arousing yet, thick length of a large dildo stretching her pretty cunt wide as she rubs frantically at her clit and screams my name – begging me to fuck her as she shudders and cums violently on the cream-soaked shaft twitching in her clenching hole…

I sleep well that night.

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The next morning, I roll my eyes when I see a hastily scrawled, hand-written note on the door to the chapel. ‘Mr Harrison – come to the Gatehouse, Petra xxxx…’ The gall of this one, making it so obvious, any attempt to pretend this was in fact still a tuition session now disregarded. She’s lucky no one’s going to be around to question it…

Walking over to the Gatehouse from the faculty quarters, I step aside to let a trio of school minibuses by on the gravel drive. There’s a day trip they’ve arranged – the other students off to Edinburgh for the fringe festival. McLoed waves at me cheerily from the front seat next to the driver. Looks like everyone’s going - Petra couldn’t have planned it better if she’d tried…

The old oak door opens before I can knock. To my surprise it’s Elise rather Petra I see smiling coyly on the other side. What’s going on – surely it can’t have spread to the French pair too? Not yet anyway…

All the signs are telling me it has though – that this gamine beauty before me is as much under my thrall as the dark-haired girl in those lurid and depraved videos from last night.

Elise’s dirty blonde hair is a mess, and she has dark circles under her eyes. Her mouth and chin are a warm pink in contrast to the paleness of her face. The white robe she’s wearing falls open as she leans forward to take my hand, giving me a good look at her pert little boobs – swollen nipples looking tender and rosy. As soon as the door shuts behind me she rubs my hand against her face, kissing my wrist, eyes half closed in rapt bliss. I’m taken off guard, even more surprised when her knees buckle and she collapses against me, moaning intensely. Only then do I notice her other hand between her legs, pushing aside the thin robe to play with her sex.

The lower floor of the little gatehouse is empty, but I can hear loud moans coming from the mezzanine level – hard panting too. It’s hot in here – fire roaring away in the grate. Elise is pulling me towards the couch, pulling the robe off her shoulders, a fevered look of desperation in her eyes. I’m rock hard already, watching this little French slut disrobe for me with such trembling, fevered need is intoxicating. Dimly, I’m aware the sounds from upstairs have stopped.

Elise pushes me onto the L-shaped couch, straddling me. Holding my head, she croons as she rubs herself against me:

“Quick, quick, please – before she knows you’re-” Her desperate pleas are interrupted by Petra’s deep, honey-smooth voice from above.

“Is he here? Bring him up…”

Like a scalded cat, Elise leaps off my lap, pulling me up swiftly before she tries to drag me towards the stairs. I resist gently, my act of defiance against Princess Petra. If Elise is indeed under my spell, then it’s time for me to take control for a bit…

I pull the petite French girl back, catching her off balance; make her tumble into me, wrapping my arms around her trembling nude body, sliding my fingers down to the firm swell of her ass. I take a handful of smooth flesh in each hand, kneading her pert little rear as she sighs and groans in my embrace.

“It’s OK…” I murmur softly in her ear. “You don’t have to do what she tells you.”

I pull her open at the back, spreading her ample cheeks, relishing her gasp of pleasure and a sudden scrabbling of dainty hands at my belt and fly. My fingers dig into the plump swell of her ass, closer to the raging heat just inches away from my touch. When she has me unzipped and reaches in to grasp my throbbing cock, that’s when I push my fingers inside.

Holy shit… That is the wettest pussy I have ever felt.

She shudders and falls against me as I push my fingers into her soaked cunt, soft mewing making me tingle with need. Elise strokes me as I play in her wetness, shaking my head in disbelief at the desire running out of her.

Over her shoulder I can see the staircase, and the long, bare legs making their way down the wrought iron spiral. I keep my eyes fixed on the whoever's making their way to the ground floor, kissing Elise’s slender neck as I do. Her breathy whispers incredible against my ear. "Oui, Oui, plus profond"…

Dominique’s slender legs finally round the last turn of the spiral staircase, revealing the tall brunette in all her glory. Dark bush nestled between toned thighs, the wide smooth swell of her hips. Green eyes glittering and brown nipples tight as she watches me use her friend’s body for my pleasure.

“She’s waiting for you.” Dominique murmurs as she eyes my fingers moving in out and of Elise’s sopping hole. “Why don’t you let me take over?”

Whimpering desire accompanies a trail of tiny kisses along my jaw from the trembling girl in my arms as she feels Dominque draw close from behind. I kiss Elise passionately, enjoying the moan of lust against my lips as I spread her ass wide open… Just in time for Dominique to plunge two fingers into her pussy and her tongue inside the petite blonde’s knurled, dusky asshole…

Elise’s wail of ecstasy sends a shiver up my spine. And I kiss her throat while she cums in my arms, before finally letting go of her gorgeous derriere and reluctantly stepping around the two women. My cock throbbing and stiff at the sight of Dominique’s pretty mouth devouring her friend’s dripping holes.

I enjoy the show while stripping off my clothes, waiting until the pair swap roles - Elise now with her face firmly pressed in between the long thighs of her partner, eagerly lapping and snuffling at the musky heat below her nose.

It’s time I leave these two to it though – time I go and see the eager little siren slut that started all this in the first place.

It’s time for me to enjoy Petra…

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Thank you for reading through so far - I hope you enjoyed this installment! Part 4 to follow in a few days time...