A knock on the door

"Hey, Nate? Are you in there?" It was Teresa, one of my friends from sales. We worked together for a while until I moved into the marketing department. Sally and I were both quiet for a moment, and I saw her raise an eyebrow at me.

Jesus, I was so close. She thought at me. Send her away so I can finish! Don't leave me like this. I grinned at her.

I tried to picture Teresa behind the door as I made my mental command. I was still fully-dressed, but she was going to see Sally in an obvious state of undress. She still had her panties on, and my telekinetically-emulated cock probably didn't technically need direct access to her pussy, but apparently my visual expectations still prevailed. I had a perfect 3/4 view of her backside, her nude-colored panties shoved to the side by intention alone as she was penetrated by hollow space.

You're turned on by what's happening, I projected to Teresa, and you want in without asking for it. You're going to be quiet and watch while your body begs for what's happening to Sally.

Once I was pretty certain of my focal point on Teresa's mind, I commanded the door open. I didn't give Teresa time to react--I psychically nudged her into the room and closed the door behind her.

I saw her swallow, eyes wide as she looked at Sally, leaning over my far filing cabinet. Her mind went wild. I could see her body reacting as she quickly looked to me for an explanation, then back at Sally as she started biting her lip. It was as if she wanted to speak, but she was compelled not to.

"Hi, Teresa," I said to her. "Did you want what Sally's having, or would you rather suck on her tits?" I watched her blush. My cock pushed against my pants as I imagined myself deeper inside of Sally, making her moan. "Oh! You can answer," I added.

"B...both?" Teresa said. I couldn't help but laugh. Now I had to make it happen. I narrowed my eyes at Sally, lifting her straight off the ground — though not without some effort. The strain I was feeling wasn't so much physical fatigue as it was some vague awareness that there might be a limitation to the amount of mass I could handle. Lifting Sally hadn't pushed me to that limit, but it was something like the mental equivalent of lifting a bag of cement. I might be able to lift another one… but probably not a third.

Teresa watched the impossible sight of her colleague hovering into the air in front of her. Along with the supernatural motions she saw happening between Sally's legs, now she tried to fathom both a ghost dicking and human levitation. I watched her expression of surprise. Her mouth was wide open as Sally floated toward her, and now she couldn't take her eyes off of Sally's ass--or more particularly, I guessed--her gaping pussy revealed by her pulled-aside panties, still filled with my psychically displaced cock.

I imagined myself licking Teresa's cute, perky tits, and she jumped back a little, grabbing her blouse as she began to feel the psychic ****. She made little noises, but otherwise didn't protest or ask questions about the remote tongue against one nipple, then the other.

Even though I was still holding Sally in the air, coordinating it wasn't difficult. Still, I could still feel that same exertion from it. The feeling of Sally's tight pussy around my cock was certainly helping my endurance, and by now I was starting to get the same kind of pleasure feedback from Teresa.

"Face Sally," I said to Teresa. "And don't be afraid to tell me how much you like what's happening...though you should probably keep it down."

"Mmm...it's, it's...ohmigod, are those tongues?" Teresa said, covering her mouth after she said it. "Nate, how are you doing all of this?" She looked back to Sally, whose eyes rolled back as she bobbed gently in front of Teresa.

"He's...unf...he's been holding out on us," Sally mumbled. "Apparently your buddy here has hidden psychic talents, and he's been able to limit his inner-pervert to ogling me at the water cooler until today." I imagined pulling Sally's hair as I pushed deeper into her, and I watched as she bit her lip, her hair gathering into a thick lock and pulling her head back as her labia parted wider.

"You...you can do that to both of us at once?" Teresa asked. "I mean, with the--your--" She pointed to Sally's crotch.

I left the answer to my actions alone, remotely pulling at the waist of her skirt and watching as the metal clasp broke open. The zipper yawned apart with a wrenching sound as Teresa's skirt dropped, and with a nod, her panties slid down her legs just as quickly.

The feedback was unreal. I obviously only had one tongue, but now I was imagining that tongue on three places at once. Both of Teresa's nipples, and now...

"Unnngh...oh--on my god, Nate! Th-that's..." Her face went through shades of red as quickly as I pulled off her clothes. She looked down at her own pussy now, watching her clit slowly lift and drop as I worked it over with yet another psychic tip of my tongue. I don't know how I sensed her self-lubrication from all of this happening...I guess it was just a telepathic awareness from being connected to her in other psionic channels, but suffice it to say I knew she was wet. Wet enough for this...

"Oh, wowwww..." Sally said aloud, looking down at Teresa's pussy. "Nathan, is that re--unf..." As I push into Sally harder with my ethereal cock, sending her little higher into the air--I also shut her up by imagining another in her mouth. The sensation of both these women's pussies AND Sally's reactive, pursing lips around my manhood was indescribable. Hearing Teresa's soft moan and watching Sally's mouth pushed open by my psychically-displaced member only made me harder. This created an even more wonderful positive feedback loop from both their psyches as they felt me perk up--Teresa in her tight cunt, and Sally in two holes at once now.

I've let go of the tongues at this point, and I decided to test my strength again. This came in the demonstration of lifting two bodies at once, which came with a little more effort. I grit my teeth as Teresa gasped, her feet leaving the ground (and her downed skirt behind with it). I sat back in my chair, which helped a little, and I watched these two in my office, facing each other...watching each other psychically penetrated.

The stimulation was getting to be too much; I was already about to come when I was messing around with Sally. The visuals here were more than twice as enticing, and I knew it was time to give Teresa what she asked for before I blew my load and found out if my arousal was somehow tied to my focus on holding these two in the air.

Sally's blouse flew off of her shoulders again as I kicked things into high gear. I released her mouth again, and her muffled sounds of pleasure become clearer.

"Nathan--are--are you holding me back from...from..." With a glance, I pulled her hair back again, and she whined a little, wiggling in the air as her bra loosened. Yes. I was keeping her from coming. That was interesting. I was a little bit rougher with her, psychically. Her un-altered thoughts wanted it, and apparently her verbal fencing was more flirtation than the powerless me ever really realized. I usually just kept pretty aloof with her and my aloofness only made her swipe at me a little harder to get my attention. Which...would have seemed ridiculous to me before I could communicate in and under her thoughts.

I figured she was just an ice queen. Apparently I was way off.

Sally voluntarily swung her arms forward, allowing her bra straps to fall down her limbs. Without even thinking about it, I held my hand out as it fell, and the delicate underwear sailed right into my hand. I smiled, holding the cups up to my face as I inhaled. The scent of Sally on her clothing made my cock twitch, and I heard both women react to the ethereal versions of my cock perking inside of both of them.

Sally's delicious essence worked so well on my arousal that I held my hand out to Teresa's panties, still hooked on her ankles. Instead of reaching out to grab them as they hovered over, I imagined an invisible Teresa filling them and straddling my face. This visualization seemed to work well enough, because I was soon looking at a pair of inflated panties right in front of me, their crotch riding against my nose and mouth.

My senses went wild with the smell of Teresa's pussy. My dick was rock hard in my pants. I pulled Teresa's telekinetically-animated panties down so I could see both of the girls again, and I was ready to bring this whole thing to a climax...since my lower half was about to anyway.

I lifted Sally higher, floating her bare breasts right in front of Teresa's mouth.

You're going to suck on them, I projected to her, with the need of a **** infant. Ooh, that was poetic. I was even better at this stuff when I was seconds from ejaculation. Teresa didn't acknowledge the projection, which carried a different push than actual silent communication. She just obeyed, and as I heard Sally's fluttering moan, I took in her wonderfully surprised expression as she watched her female colleague pull on her tits with her soft pink lips.

It was magically decadent. Both of them were being penetrated by phantom versions of my cock as Teresa lapped and sucked on Sally's wonderful teardrop-shaped tits.

"Oh...fuck, Nathan--I want to come!" Sally cried. It was pretty loud, too. I hoped no one heard her, but I was too deep in my own pleasure to command her to quiet down. Fuck it. If someone did, I'd tell them to fuck off--and they would. My body pretty much shared Sally's sentiment, so I wasn't going to get in the way.

I knew the explosive orgasm I was about to experience was going to result in a wet spot worse than a teenage wet dream, so with one glance at my waist, my pants shot open and my briefs pulled down over my cock. We're all going to come, I projected to them. All at the same time... I traced my fingertips along Teresa's filled out panties, smelling them again and glancing at Sally's bra still clutched in my hand. I don't know what gave me the idea that I finished with, but I guess it was the sight of Teresa's panties without Teresa in them, and the absolutely perverted joy I got from the scent of their clothing that made me think of it on the spot.

I let go of Sally's bra and watched as it hovered up into the air, wrapping around empty space in the shape of a hybridized body that I projected from my mind. It clasped itself, and now hovering in front of me were Sally's bra and Teresa's panties, filled out to a sort of shape between the both of them. I directed the crotch of the panties to start playing against the tip and the underside of my cock, and I leaned into the hovering bra, grabbing a filled out cup and nuzzling against the other so I could smell Sally again.

Sally was still whining about coming as Teresa made little moaning sounds muffled by her greedy suckling on Sally's breasts. I looked up at the girls again, Teresa's soft microfiber panties still playing against my dick as I held onto Sally's phantom brassiere, inhaling her. That was it for me.

Fucking COME!

The mental command came the moment I did, and I felt my load shoot for my tip while Teresa's animated panties caught it. The girls both cried out, both of them convulsing in the air as the simultaneous orgasm hit all three of us at once. I was able to keep hold of them, leaving him suspended in the air, rocked by their own orgasms even as mine began to subside. Teresa's panties collapsed on the tip of my dick, having absorbed the lion share of my load. Sally's bra fell to the ground between my legs as I dropped my focus to make sure the ladies remained safely hovering.

As their heavy breathing began to relax, I let them down slowly, Sally seated on my desk and Teresa right into my lap. As both the women began to return to their senses, Sally put her palm against her face and took a deep breather before she began quietly laughing.

"So I have to admit, I underestimated your sense of imagination," she said, holding her tits with one hand. "But I absolutely knew you wanted me. Even before today." She shrugged. "Actually, I always assumed you two were a thing." Teresa clung to me, just looking at me with an expression between awe and confusion. "Hand me my bra," Sally asked.

She straightened out her panties to cover herself again as I made her bra float up to her hand. She seemed surprised by something, then held it closer before wincing at me.

"You came on it." She said, annoyed. It was real annoyance, but she was also playing again. I could see it this time. I shrugged.

"You're honored." I sneered. She shook her head.

"Yeah, no. Not if you don't rewire me to be honored," She said, looking at it again and reluctantly putting it on. "Ah...right in the cup? Really?"

"I came all over Teresa's panties," I said. "She's not complaining." Teresa kind of cocked her head at me, and I realized something. Oh, shit, I'm sorry! You can communicate normally again, at will--without reference to context, I projected. "Try now," I told her aloud.

"You can...mute me too?" She asked.

Sally pulled her skirt off of the ground, stepping into it. "He can pretty much do anything..." She looked directly at me. "Can't you?" I focused on her skirt, which straightened and zipped itself. Her blouse levitated off the ground, and she smirked, putting her arms back and letting me dress her. Both women watched as her blouse buttons met without the intervention of fingertips.

"I can certainly do...a lot," I say, looking back at Teresa and smiling.

"And you never told me?" Teresa asked. "I thought we were friends." Now it was Sally's turn to sneer.

"Oooookay. You two are a thing." Sally dusted herself off.

"We're not!" We both said.

"Nathan, it was fun...and I promise not to call HR if you do me some 'magic nodding' favors later," Sally grinned. "And if you two decide to, um..." She laughed a little. "Just, consider including me again. Outside our little 'magic nodding' deal, I mean." She raised her eyebrows at Teresa before she headed toward the door. "You've got a mean set of lips, girl. I dunno if that was him prodding you or your own proclivities, but...real nice. I've never had a guy suck my tits that well."

"Sal, close the d--"

"Yeah, duh," She said, slipping out quickly so that no one would see the bottomless Teresa in my lap.

"You have, like, a lot to explain," Teresa said. She was still (and now voluntarily) sitting on my lap at this point, but I could tell a rebuke when I heard one. "You don't think she'll tell anyone, right?" She asked.

Sally, don't tell a sou--

DUH, Nathan. Double DUH, She said back to me in her mind.

"We're, uh...we're good on that, I think." I told Teresa. I looked down at her legs, which were...really nice. "You should probably get dressed."

"Yeah, I could do that..." Teresa crossed her legs, still sitting on my lap. "Or you could do it."