Sarah-Jeane (or Sarah-Djinn ?)

I often say that I am single by choice, bisexual by pleasure and petite by design. I am single because I do not feel the need, so far, to share my life with anyone, and I still feel the need to discover myself in my various encounters. I am definitely bisexual, my sexual attraction to others is led by something more powerful than their gender. And I am petite because I'm still 5'1, I'm still slender, I still look younger than my age, I still have a meager chest ranking in the A cups, but overly sensitive, and that's an asset. I'm proud of my petite-ness and I rarely wear heels to compensate.

I'm also a scientist. Nothing wrong with that. I was lucky enough to study for many years and had to fight against ferocious opponents to gain my place in academia. I've been a college lecturer for about ten years now, and I've always had this rule of ethics : never mingle with the students, moreover, never have intimate relations with any of them. Of course, that did not prevent me from having fantasies. Nothing forbids me from fantasizing about a handsome male student of age. And since my friend Camille introduced me to the pleasures of bisexuality, some female students have also found their place in some of my night dreams. But never ever did I cross the line, even though I have heard of colleagues doing it, some even bragging about their feats of arms.

This happened recently, against all my ethics, against all my beliefs in Cartesianism. Or did I just dream it...

It started on a Monday afternoon. I was invited in a nearby university for a 4 hour conference to first year students. My colleague and friend Sophia, who had invited me, brought me to the amphitheater, where something like 150 students were waiting for me. I'm pretty used to these crowds of students, who don't feel like getting stuck in a room for such a long time, on a subject they don't really care about. I walked down the stairs in between the mass of students and settled myself at the desk before raising my head to check the hundred and fifty faces.

Some of them were chatting together, some of them on their screens, some of them inspecting the tiny professor that I was in front of them. Most of them were just 18 but there were a few scattered more mature students. And there was that face in the middle of the crowd, third row, just in front of me. She was definitely a mature student, her appearance, her posture gave away her maturity, even though her face looked young. She wore round glasses on dark eyes that gave her an intense stare, and she was definitely staring at me intensely, so intensely I felt undressed for just a second or two. Her smile was hypnotizing, her lips glistening, revealing perfectly aligned white teeth. Her face had thin and soft features, and it was framed by long dark hair, with a fringe on her forehead, that gave her something like a mystic look.

I broke the gaze with her and scanned the rest of the room then started my talk. All along the talk, I could feel her stare on me and I even sometimes felt destabilized by it, though managing not to show it to the crowd. I gave a break to the group every hour, so that they could breathe a bit, each break bringing students to my desk for questions, which I answered happily. Each time I started my speech again, I could feel her presence, her stare, her smile. It was only when I finished my four hour conference that she came to my desk while everybody was leaving. As she walked towards me, I had to repress a gasp, this woman had an aura around her, power was emanating from her, and she was strangely beautiful. Her blouse exposed a firm chest, her tight jeans revealed an amazing ass and strong thighs and I could not prevent myself from thinking I would definitely enjoy having my face between those thighs.

She started by complimenting me on my conference - and what professor does not appreciate compliments on her art? Her voice was soft and soothing and felt like a lullaby. She asked a couple of questions about the class, very relevant ones that showed the attention she had given to my speech. But before the discussion went any further, Sophia came to the desk and helped me collect my stuff. The student thanked me again for my class, her soothing voice cradling my heart, and left. And as Sophia was guiding me through the corridors of her university, taking me back to her car since we had planned to have dinner together before I went back home, I felt a lack that I could not explain.

The dinner with Sophia was great, catching up with each other, gossiping about colleagues, laughing at student mishaps, grumbling at administrative constraints. She had taken me to a nice Moroccan restaurant and we were literally stuffing ourselves. I got a notification on my phone, the administration informing me that there was a student strike the day after (Tuesday) and that all my classes were cancelled. Sophia checked hers, and seemed disappointed not to have the same information for her university.

"Too bad, sweetie, I guess your students are not as committed as mine... I'll lay in bed tomorrow and you won't..." I laughed at her.

"I guess not... no news from my administration. Oh but I have a student mail asking to put her in touch with you, she has questions about your talk this afternoon... are you ok with that? It's Sarah-Jeane, one of our mature students, an excellent one as you may have noticed, she was the one talking to you when I came to get you after your talk..."

I think I blushed a bit at that moment. That girl had not left my mind since the beginning of the afternoon. And if I was honest with myself, I had already planned to satisfy myself once alone in my bed, thinking about her.

"Well, sure... give her my mail and number... I guess it's part of the after-sale service..."

I don't know why I said "and number". I never give my number to first year students. But this did not seem to bother Sophia who replied to the student - Sarah-Jeane - I already liked the idea of putting a name on this precious thought - and we returned to our conversation and finished dinner. By 9pm, I was back at my car and started the engine for a short drive home as I conveniently live halfway between Sophia's university and mine.

As I was driving, my car informed me from a message from a unknown number. I let the onboard computer read it aloud to me.

"Good evening, It's Sarah-Jeane, Miss Sophia gave me your contact information. I would love to discuss some of the points of your presentation today. Would that be ok with you?"

The computer voice did not level up to Sarah-Jeane's voice, but somehow it had managed to transmit her soft and soothing melody, or maybe I just wanted to hear her voice. And somehow, it also managed to make me hear "Sarah-Djinn", or maybe just feel that phonetic variant. I did not know what to do with that, but Djinn, the magic character from Arabic countries, fitted nicely to the young woman. I clicked on the screen to reply

"Good evening, Sarah-Djinn, that would be a pleasure. I don't have any class tomorrow due to the student strike, so we can discuss anytime you like"

I checked the car screen, the computer had spelled "Sarah-Jeane", so I clicked on send. It took less than a minute for an answer to arrive.

"Great. Thank you. I'll meet you wherever you like tomorrow, whichever time is more convenient. I have my own means of transport."

I gasped, all by myself in my car. So she wanted a face to face meeting. I did not expect that. Yet, somehow, deep in my mind, I was happy to have a chance to meet her again physically and have time alone with her, just to feed my future fantasies. And I did the unthinkable, I did what I had never done for a student. I replied by giving her a time, 9am, and a place... my own address. Once it was sent, I was mortified, What had I done? But at the same time, a part of my subconscious was congratulating me on doing so. The answer arrived nearly immediately through the computer voice

"Great, I'll be there on time, I'll bring the viennoiseries if you prepare coffee."

Gosh, that was fairly straightforward from a student. I guess I had opened the breach and she had slid directly into it.

I finally got home. My head was in a storm. My guardian angel on one shoulder telling me it was inappropriate to receive a student at my own house. But on my other shoulder, my little devil was telling me it would be a pleasure to see her again, who cares, she's not your student, she's Sophia's student, you can invite anyone you like at your place, she's the one who said she'd see you anywhere, you did not force her in anyway, you'll never have to evaluate her work, there's nothing wrong in that according to your ethics rules.

Nonetheless, I was torn between a longing in my lower belly and my brain playing tricks in my mind. As I was taking a shower before bed, I wanted to slide my fingers between my legs and touch myself, but every time I closed my eyes, I could see Sarah-Jeane staring back at me with intense purple sparks in her eyes and some form of guilt gripped me and couldn't masturbate. And when I was in my bed and fell asleep - I was so tired after this four hour class - I kept having images of her crossing my mind during my dreams. She had definitely drilled a place in my mind.

When my alarm clock woke me up, I was sweaty and my pussy was drenched. I checked the time and rushed to the shower. It was already 8am and I had little time to prepare and make my house presentable. That rush did not give me much time to think and it was probably a good thing. I dressed in jeans and tank top, my house was warm. No bra as I don't really need any, just a lace thong like I wear everyday. No shoes as I love walking barefoot. Hair tied in a ponytail and just a bit of makeup to enhance my eyes and lips, nothing fancy, just the usual. I cleared a bit the mess in the house. Strangely I felt compelled to clear the mess in my bedroom too.

By 9 o'clock, I was making coffee on the espresso machine and the bell rang. Exactly at 9. As I walked to the door, I felt a twitch in my stomach. I was somehow apprehensive. I opened the door and there she was, standing on my doorstep. She looked even more beautiful this morning, as if she had changed physically to be even more attractive to my eyes. Is that possible? She smiled and I nearly melted while holding the door handle. She raised a hand, showing a paper bag :

"Good morning, I brought the viennoiseries!"

I shook my head a bit to regain composure "Good morning. Welcome to my humble place... come in, Sarah-Jeane..."

I let her in and closed the door behind her. She seemed to find her way on her own through the house and arrived in the kitchen. I followed her, her magnificent butt was hypnotic to watch as she walked in front of me and I could barely take my eyes away from it. I was mesmerized. I still managed to ask

"So it is tea or coffee for you?"

She turned around and her eyes met mine. I bit my lower lip, her stare was intense, more intense than during my lecture, more intense than what I felt during my dreams. This was insane how she was mesmerizing me. She grinned at me as she dropped the paper bag on the table. Her eyes started showing purple sparks like in my dreams.

"You know I did not come for coffee, you know I am not the normal student... and even though I really enjoyed your lecture, I did not come for more details and you have felt it since I laid my eyes on you..."

I felt what she said, I already knew deep inside what she just clarified, only I did not accept it before. Sarah-Djinn snapped her fingers and my feet stepped towards her on their own. There was an aura shimmering around her, purple sparks in her eyes, wit in her perfect smile, and I was walking towards her, consciously, and even though she was in some way making me do it, I was doing it of my own will. She lifted a finger and I stopped. She smiled a large wicked smile

"I'm glad you are willingly accepting me, it would have been such a shame to force you to do anything"

She knew she had more than her powers over me. I was resonating to her every glance, her every smile, her every move. She wiggled her finger and instinctively, I turned on myself and walked towards my bedroom, leading the way, I could hear her footsteps behind me. The idea made me smile that my bedroom was cleared and my bed was made. Then the thought that she had somehow telepathically led me to do it crossed my mind. My cartesianism was really put to test, but even though I could not explain the hows, I could only accept what was happening.

The bedroom had its curtains drawn and was fairly dark. With a finger snap, Sarah-Djinn switched the lights on but very dimmed, making the place cozy. I was stunned but could not utter a word. She turned to me, wiggled her finger again, and my arms and leg led me on top of the bed, laying on my back. She looked at the scene and snapped her fingers again and all of a sudden, I was in the same position but entirely naked and my clothes dropped on a chair in a corner of the bedroom. I did not even shiver, the air was warm around me. I did not even blush, I did not mind being completely naked in front of that powerful stranger, it was meant to be that way.

My arms moved of their own to grab the bedhead. My legs moved of their own and spread apart, widely apart. Sarah-Djinn was observing me with the most lustful smile. She knelt on the mattress

"I am going to feed on your pleasure, Cassandre, I will strengthen my power from your pleasure"

I looked down at her, and she was there, kneeling between my legs, totally naked too. Her ample breast so firm. Her pale skin contrasting with her dark eyes and hair. Her mound as bare as mine. She was glowing, her eyes had more purple sparks than before. She was a Djinn, a genie out of her bottle, I could sense it, but I was not scared. I was aroused like never before. I was aching for her touch. My pussy was soaking wet and needed tactile attention and she could see it, smell it, sense it.

I watched her as she leaned over my Venus mound, her mouth barely an inch from my aching labia. She softly blew air and it was enough to make me close my eyes, tilt my head back and whimper. Softly she blew, long strokes of pressing air along my labia. I was squirming on my mattress. I could feel my juices dripping along my slit. Then I felt her warm tongue slide along my slit, up, then down. My body was electrified. I could feel my body would explode at her next touch. She paused, she was looking at my body, she could feel it begging for a fatal touch. Her breath again on my intimacy, then the slight pressure of the tip of her tongue, finding my aching clitoris and pressing it like the ultimate red button it was, and my body was torn apart in pleasure, my scream louder than I ever screamed in bed. She kept the pressure and the orgasm did not stop. Pleasure was pouring through my veins all over my body.

When she released the pressure of the tip of her tongue, I was breathless, my head was spinning. I felt she was looking down at me. I felt her gaze, I felt her smile, I felt her contentment at bringing me so easily to a shattering orgasm.

"I'm glad you restrained yourself from masturbating, Cassandre, your fresh pleasure is even more empowering..."

I heard her snap her fingers and all of a sudden, there were weights pressing above my head and on my sides on the mattress. I opened my eyes and was not even surprised to see three stark naked young men kneeling around me on my bed. It felt logical, undeniable, perfectly normal. And they were not ordinary men. They were, or at least appeared to be, three of the male students that I had discretely fantasized about in the past few months. My eyes alternating between them. They were kneeling, fit and handsome, perfectly naked, some showing tatoos, all of them displaying an amazingly throbbing rod between their thighs.

Naturally and instinctively, my hands reached on my sides and grabbed two of the rods offered to me. They were burning hot between my fingers, their veins pulsating under my touch. I started stroking them slowly from their bases to their purple mushroom heads, already leaking drops of lubricating precum. The third rod, just above my head, moved closer to my face. The young man's strong hands took my head and firmly but gently tilted it back so he could bring the tip of his cock towards my mouth. I parted my lips and he pushed his enormous cockhead between them. I could taste his precum on the tip of my tongue.

Meanwhile, Sarah-Djinn was slowly caressing my thighs. I could feel her stare, I could sense her enthusiasm at making my dirtiest and most hidden fantasy being made true. Her hands were sliding up towards my dripping pussy. Two of her fingers penetrated my wanting slit the moment the young man's cock penetrated my mouth. I moaned on the cock and tightened my grasp on the two others' shafts. Both Sarah-Djinn and the young man started thrusting in me, slow at first, each thrust deeper than the previous one. I felt a third finger pressing on my tight rosebud and it soon penetrated my tight hole, Sarah-Djinn pressing her fingers together around my perineum, intensifying my sensations of Nirvana. I was losing my mind in heaven, stroking the shafts on my sides in rhythm with the penetrations of my mouth and pussy. The cock in my mouth hitting the back of my throat, and I was not even gagging on it.

I felt Sarah-Djinn's hair on my stomach, then her breath on my slit, and at last her lips on my clit. My body was shaking, my pussy was pouring its juces on her fingers, my voice was a non stopping moan on the magnificent cock thrusting in it, my hands were wanking frantically the other two cocks on my sides. I was climbing towards an orgasm, climbing and climbing further, further than I had ever climbed. And I reached it, my entire body clenched, my scream of pleasure muffled by the cock deep inside my mouth. The fingers inside me did not stopp thrusting inside me, but the cock pushed deeper in my mouth and started throbbing and spurted hot jet after hot jet of warm creamy juice, filling my mouth. Nearly simultaneously, the two other cocks on my side started throbbing and spurting their hot juices on my chest and stomach.

Each pulled out and away from me. My body was wretched by this orgasm from another world. I was, eyes closed, trying to recover my breathing. I heard Sarah-Djinn's fingers snap and all of a sudden, the weights on the matress all disappeared except for hers.

"I'm going to feed on these men's pleasure that they left on you, and then I will feed you my strength, you'll never be the same again...", her voice as soft and soothing as ever.

I felt her lean over me, her tongue licking my stomach, with precision and enthusiasm, cleaning every drop of sperm the two warm cocks had sprayed on me. Slowly she licked her way up to my chest. Taking time around my nipples. They were so sensitive, she made me moan again. I could barely believe I was turned on again after my last two insane orgasms. But I definitely wanted more. She sucked on my nipples, one after the other, then licked the few drops of cum that had spurted on my neck. As she did that, her body was sliding along mine, I could feel her ample chest on me till our tits met and caressed each other. She kissed me at last. It was a bliss, her mouth was hungry, feeding on me and feeding me with strength and desire.

She broke the kiss and kept sliding along my body. My mouth was waiting for her chest but she barely gave me a chance to kiss her nipples and kept sliding further till her knees were on each side of my head, her glistening labia a couple of inches above my mouth. I could smell her womanly perfume, it was intoxicating me. A sweet powerful and pleasant scent. I opened my mouth, a drop of her juices dripped in my lip and I licked it, feeling its spice get directly in my veins. Slowly, she lowered herself on me and pressed her wanting pussy on my lips. My tongue explored her folds and she started moaning. Her juices were smearing on my face, dripping in my mouth. When my tongue penetrated her, her pleasure juice literally poured in my mouth. She was slowly rocking her hips and even though her thighs were pressing on each side of my head, I could hear her moans.

Sarah-Djinn had been getting more and more aroused since she had made me lay on the bed and she was close to orgasm, I could feel it. I wanted to touch her with my hands, but she was pinning my wrists above my head and riding me savagely. For just one second she released one of my wrists and snapped her fingers once again. Once again, I felt a sudden weight appear at the foot of the bed. Two strong hands grabbed my ankles and lifted them up. I groaned on Sarah-Djinn's pussy and that made her moan. Then the tip of a cock was pressing at the entrance of my intimacy and slowly penetrating me. Slowly enough to let my insides adjust to what felt like an enormous shaft. I moaned on Sarah-Djinn's pussy. The vibrations of my voice on her clit was driving her passion. The massive cock was now pounding me savagely, Sarah-Djinn's pussy was fucking my mouth recklessly. Pinned down by her hands, legs up in the air against his chest, I was their object and I was again climbing towards a mind-boggling orgasm.

I was moaning on her pussy, she was moaning her pleasure. At the moment I needed it most, I felt the cock inside me throb vigorously and the sensation of its hot cream filling my inside made me reach again a tantalizing orgasm. At the same time, Sarah-Djinn's grasp on my wrists tightened, she pressed her pussy on my screaming mouth and she came, pouring her pleasure juices abundantly on my tongue and down my throat. And I fainted from too much pleasure. I had never fainted during sex before in my life.

When I recovered my senses, I was sprawled naked on my bed. The lights were still dimmed. The bed-sheets were a mess. The bedroom reeked of sexual fluids. But I was alone. Sarah-Djinn had disappeared and there was not a sound in my house. I stood up and felt some strong energy through my body. I walked around the house and Sarah-Jeane was nowhere to be found. I grabbed my phone and there was no trace of her number, nor of the messages we had exchanged the night before. I decided not to call my colleague and friend Sophia, who might think I had gone crazy. Instead, I went to the bathroom and started to run the shower. As the hot water started to steam the bathroom, mist appeared on the mirror and revealed a finger painted message :

"You're an ever more powerful woman now - Djinn"