VIOLET VS SARA
ONE
Violet sat, staring at the chalkboard as her math professor droned on about matrices. College Algebra was so tedious, but it was the last math credit she would need for her grad plan, so she suffered through it. She was taking notes, but her mind wasn’t really paying attention, instead focusing on other things to pass the time. She blinked as she felt something small tap the back of her head, and a little ball of paper landed in front of her on her desk. She de-crumpled the paper and had to hold in a snicker as she read the words “QUIT IT!” in a hasty scrawl. Violet looked back over her should and spotted Jim in the back left corner of the class.
Jim was red in the face, twitching, and fighting not to make any noise. The way he was reclining in his chair, the bottom of the desk pressed against his crotch, and Violet could see the slow grind of his hips against the desk’s edge, trying to soothe a raging hard on. She could tell from the rapid motion of his chest that he was breathing quickly, and she knew it was only with a monumental effort that he didn’t burst out gasping. He was looking at her, clearly annoyed, and he mouthed, Seriously! Stop! Violet gave him the finger, a sly grin on her face, and Jim gave her a helpless look. She turned back to face the front of the class room and “ignored” him for the remaining thirty minutes.
When class was over, Jim practically tackled her right outside the door, giving her a fierce kiss. “You are so fucking mean,” he said when he came up for air. He seemed to have calmed some, but that was only for as long as Violet wanted him to walk straight.
“Come on,” said Violet, taking him by the hand, she led him through the throng of students going to, from, or hanging around outside the doors of their class room. “Seriously, why during class of all places?” Jim continued.
Violet laughed. “Because I need to do something to pass the time in that class. Come on, what would you rather do, go brain dead listening to the professor ramble for an hour, or feel my delicious thought-strokes on you for an hour? At least my option keeps you awake in class.”
“Well… I guess I can’t argue with that,” muttered Jim. He cracked a grin. “Of course, I guess you can’t win an argument with your girlfriend when she’s psychic.”
“Ha, boys never win arguments with girls, psychic powers or not,” she said. They stepped out into the bright, slightly chilly autumn day. “They can just hope a girl pities them enough to cut them a break.” She winked.
Jim laughed. “Well, then, maybe I can appeal to your pity now, then.” He looked at her knowingly.
Violet pat him on the head. “Oh, you. You can’t just wait until we get home tonight?” Jim made puppy dog eyes, and Violet “aaawwwed.” She gave him a kiss. “You’re fortunate that you’re so damn cute.” Jim grinned like a fool. “Okay, where’s a good place?”
The building they had exited was adjacent to a small park. The two walked down to it and found a small nook in the bushes, underneath a tree which could give a couple enough privacy to make out as long as they weren’t too loud about it. Violet sat down, leaning against the tree and folding her legs. Jim lay down on the grass, his head resting on her lap. His brown eyes met her blue ones, and her dark purple-dyed hair formed a curtain over his face as she leaned down a bit. She placed her hands on the sides of his head and said, “Today, you will be visiting the Sultana’s harem. You deserve something nice, you kept yourself so well controlled back in class.”
Jim nodded slowly as he looked into Violet’s eyes. Violet smiled, leaned down to kiss him, then concentrated. She reached out with her mind, and Jim could feel the soft, gentle touch her psyche enveloping and caressing his own. His vision began to darken and his eyes drooped close. As Jim’s consciousness found itself drifting in the psychic void, Violet began to fill his mind with images which formed into sensations of solid mass, of gentle light and soothing sounds, of warmth and sweet smells. Violet telepathically rendered the illusion for Jim that he was now standing in an open air bath, atop a large Arabian palace…
Jim blinked, looking around. He knew this was just an illusion (and one of his favorites at that), but it always felt so real. The sun warmed him gently as the breeze caressed him. He could smell sweet incense, and he felt cool water surrounding his legs. He looked and saw that he was standing thigh deep in clear water, in a large pool atop the roof of some palace straight out of an Arabian Knights film. He heard a giggling and turned.
At the farther edge of the pool of water were four women, each dressed skimpily. In fact, dressed wasn’t really an appropriate word. All they really wore were sheer cloths and various jewelry draped over their bodies.
He recognized one of the women as Violet. She sat on the edge of the pool, sitting up straight and regal, her eyes looking at Jim like a queen waiting patiently for the court jester to make a performance. Jim didn’t recognize the other three, but they looked like the super models from Violet’s fashion magazines.
“Sultana Violet” extended her hand, and then made a small motion towards Jim. The three women around her stepped up to him, their hips swaying. They reached out for Jim and he let himself be taken. They allowed him to never take his eyes off Violet, and she watched with a growing smile as they women began to caress him, their hands running over his every curve. They kissed him, then rubbed their whole bodies over him. Finally, two of the woman held him, their hands moving over his chest, stomach, back and buttocks, their mouths licking and sucking at his neck, and purring into his ear. The third woman kneeled before him, and Jim broke his gaze with Violet to look at the woman as her hand came up and curled around his erect penis. The woman stretched out her tongue and licked his tip, causing Jim to gasp. Then she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking him with incredible dexterity. Jim, face now a mask of pleasure, looked back at Violet, who only smiled with pleased bemusement. His hips began to buck, and he felt his penis spasm as climax rushed over him
The woman milked him dry, but Jim’s penis did not shrink, nor did he feel completely satisfied. The woman stood and switched placed with one of the others, and the new woman likewise went down on Jim until he climaxed fiercely. Then she switched with the woman who hadn’t sucked him yet. They switched off several times, each time making Jim explode, but his penis remained ready and excited immediately after. And when they were done sucking him, had Jim kneel, made him fuck each of them from behind as they went down on hands and knees before him. They kept this up for a long, long time, Jim climaxing again and again as Violet watched with delight in her eyes…
What felt like hours for Jim was in reality only minutes for Violet. With the speed of dreams, Violet bathed him in an experience that would make any man in real life die of utter exhaustion, if not heart failure. As it was, Jim’s body twitched and his heart raced and he made soft little moans and gasps, but after only three and half minutes, she telepathically spoke directly to the part of his mind that controlled his motor skills, <Jim, undo your pants> Jim immediately complied, revealing his throbbing penis, letting it twitch crazily in the air. Violet had used her telepathic powers to teases the nerves of his penis in class, touching off each pleasure receptor in a repeated stroking motion. Now, combined with the sexcapades she was putting his mind through, he was more than ready to release. <Now turn on your side, and push your penis forward so the tip faces straight out from your body.> Jim complied, holding his penis at a 90 degree angle from his torso. <Okay, Jim. Now come back to me. Come back, and release for me…>
The scene dissolved slowly as Jim’s consciousness was raised to the waking world. All the pleasure from the psychic illusion seemed to follow him, and as he came to, the sensations felt in his dream body flowed over his physical one; his eyes snapped open, his body shook savagely, and he came with a roar.
Semen shot in long, thick arcs from his cock, the fluid built up from Violet’s direct teasing in the class room, propelled with all the pressure created from his psychic illusion. Violet watched his seed fly and smiled with pride at the distance of his shot. She did a quick scan to make sure that no one had noticed his outburst; then, as he calmed down, twitching here and there in her arms, she physically rolled him over and leaned over his body, closing up his pants, pausing just long enough to wipe up the drop of white cum still sticking to the tip with her finger. She put it in her mouth and savored the taste of him. She didn’t really care for the taste of cum itself, otherwise, she would have had him shoot it in her mouth. Rather, she enjoyed the symbolic gesture of claiming her prize.
“You’re the greatest girlfriend ever,” Jim said dreamily once he’d gotten his breath back. He reached up and pulled her down for a passionate kiss.
“I thought you said I was mean,” said Violet coyly when their lips parted again.
“Well… the two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
“Actually, I think they are.”
“Shut up, you know I can’t think straight right now.” The two laughed. They stayed that way for a while, before Jim felt strong enough to walk again. As they started to head back to campus, he said, “Not that I’m complaining, exactly, but why didn’t you have yourself join in that little scenario? I notice you do that a lot when you put me under; you’re in the illusion, but you almost always just watch. Do you have a secret voyeuristic streak?”
Violet shrugged. “Nah, it’s not a voyeurism thing. I suppose to most women, it might seem odd, creating illusionary experiences where my man gets fucked by other women. But that’s just the thing; it is an illusion, one I create, so anything that happens to you is all my doing, no one else’s. I use different women for visual variety, but every one of them is really my hand, my mouth, my pussy caressing you. I guess I always have a version of me watching you to remind you it’s an illusion so you don’t get too lost in it, and that I am watching you from the outside, to make sure you’re safe, as well as to enjoy you enjoying the experience. That make sense?”
Jim nodded. “Yeah. That’s actually really sweet. Makes even those sillier illusions seem romantic.”
“Good,” said Violet. “For a moment, I was worried you were gunna say it was creepy.” The two laughed. “And just so you don’t get any funny ideas, no, I’m not interested in doing something like that in real life. Fantasy is fantasy, but in real life, your dick is all mine.”
“You get no complaint from me,” said Jim with a wink. “You’re more than I can handle by yourself anyway.”