Bridget plays with her dolls

"Whatever you've got planned, I'm sure I'm not ready," you say, "but obviously I want to take my turn anyway." You grin at Bridget, and she laughs, pointing her finger at you and lifting you off of the hollow uniform.

"Atta boy," Bridget winks. "Let's have those clothes, shall we? Both sets." Bridget makes a beckoning motion, and your clothes begin to strip off of you, starting with your shirt. It inverts itself over your head, exposing the two disembodied rubber gloves that are still teasing your chest. Bridget looks over at Jennifer, framing her with her fingers. "I think we're about the same size," Bridget says, shrugging. "I mean, my chest is bigger — but that's nothing insurmountable." As she weaves her fingers through the air, the police uniform flutters over to her, unbuttoning and unzipping itself as your clothes peel themselves off.

At this point, the crowd is recovering from Bridget's orgasmic psychic shockwave — and she raises her hands to whisk all three of you away from the shore and into the sky again. You can see Jennifer — Officer Rhodes — panting, still recovering from Bridget's telekinetic ministrations. She's staring at you as your briefs slide themselves off — and she's not exactly looking at your eyes. By the time Bridget's abilities have all of your clothes off, you begin hovering toward the naked officer — who finally locks eyes with you. She gives Bridget a glance, and looks back at you again, smiling.

"Uh-huh, for sure!" Bridget says, you imagine in response to a telepathic message from the woman across from you. "He likes being on the bottom better anyway." The officer snickers at you, breaking your gaze as she looks down at your waistline again. You gasp as the rubber gloves that have been exploring your chest slide lower, one of them grabbing your cock and stroking hard. The other traces inside your thighs and begins playing with your balls. When your cock perks, the rubber glove beneath you sails across to Jennifer, brushing a fingertip against her clit. The officer moans, and you watch as she grabs her tits in both hands, pushing them against her body and squeezing. It doesn't take Bridget's telekinesis to make your cock perk again. Your body begins rotating backward, and you can hear Bridget's satisfaction as she draws you and Jennifer's bodies closer together.

You're going to let me come in her? You ask silently, reaching out to Bridget with your mind. She audibly laughs, but her response comes back in your head.

You didn't get VD in the last twenty minutes, did you? The sarcasm drips from her tone, even in telepathy. I'm going to give our police officer friend here whatever she wants from you, she continues.

And you don't need to respond to that. You watch Jennifer's legs part as Bridget's powers guide her over your body, and suddenly there's nothing else for you to say. Both rubber gloves have moved on to Jennifer's tits now, freeing Jennifer's hands to explore your sides as she straddles you. You moan as her labia slide against your shaft, the tip of your dick perfectly meeting her clit as Bridget keeps most of her weight suspended, teasing you against each other.

Mmm, my dolls…my lovely dolls, Bridget says in your mind. Jennifer's eyes roll back, and her spine arches as her pussy is slid up and down against you. Something about her absolutely visceral reaction tells you that Bridget is communicating with both of you telepathically now. Fuck, my living dolls...fuck. Jennifer gasps as she's slightly reoriented and dropped again — this time squarely on top of your dick. Jennifer presses her palms against your pecs, grinding her hips against you and plunging you deeper inside her. Now enjoy your flight, my dolls, Bridget says in your mind. You steal a quick glance at her hovering next you both — fully dressed in the police uniform now except for a few buttons at the chest.

"Mmmm...FLY!" Jennifer cries out, locking eyes with you and grinning like a predator as her breasts continue to be manipulated by the rubber gloves.

Before you know it, you experience the sensation of freefall. You get that floaty feeling in the back of your balls, and as you and Jennifer drop toward the water, her body presses against you as you both begin 'falling' sideways. You approach the water so closely that the back of your feet skim against it. With her legs draped to either side of you, Jennifer's toes do the same. She squeals with delight as she bounces herself against your cock, both of you propelling forward — at least from her perspective. You can see the shoreline receding as your bodies hover just over the surface of the water, toward the center of the lake.

When you look at the sky, you think you can see Bridget above you — but she appears is nothing more than a dot. She has to be something like a quarter-mile away from you. Officer Rhodes is chittering laughter above you, gripping your shoulders as she rides your body like she'd ride a steed at full gallop. You mumble something — to yourself at first – but then aloud. You're going to come.

Oh, no no no, honey. My dollies come when I tell them to come, Bridget says in your mind. Your dick pulses harder, and you groan as Jennifer leans toward you, moving her hands from your shoulders to your sides, and down your back as she leans in against you. When she grabs your ass, you begin gaining altitude again, sailing into the sky. You feel her breasts press against you, the pair of rubber gloves caught between you both before sliding away and letting your skin meet unimpeded.

You reciprocate Jennifer's grip, reaching behind her to grab her ass. When she goes in to kiss you, you don't think twice — you let it happen knowing that this is Bridget's game. If there was anything she didn't want you to do, she let you know.

Exactly right, Bridget says in your mind. Like I said, you do whatever the officer wants you to. Jennifer assaults you with her tongue now, gripping you harder as you both twist through the air. Before long, you realize where the rubber gloves have gone. They knit their fingers with your own, sliding her hands down to her powerful thighs, which you can feel flexing every time she presses against you.

You happily take the gloves suggestion, holding Jennifer's thighs for a reason that's about to become clear to you. Even through the wind cutting over you, you can hear a smack from Jennifer's backside. You can even feel it reverberating a little bit through her thigh. She moans into you mid-kiss, gripping your ass tighter and opening her eyes for a second. They roll back a little in ecstasy before closing again, and you can feel Jennifer's whole body tense with anticipation as another rubbery blow connects with her ass. This time, she moans aloud, breaking away from your kiss to ask for more.

"Oh my god, do it again — harder! Spank me again..." Jennifer begs — looking at you when she says it, though you know you're not the one she's asking. She grips your ass hard with one hand, nearly digging her nails in while she begins slapping you with the other. "Fucking spank me!" She cries out, and you can feel the below echo through her body again as the glove delivers.

She pulls her torso away from you a little bit, arching her back and kissing down your neck, toward your collarbone. She traces her fingers around your sides, playing her fingertips against your pecs again as she cranes her neck lower. There's a constant reverberation coming through one of her thighs, and with her attention at your chest, you can see both rubber gloves moving behind her. They're playing with her ass, smacking it and groping it independent of each other.

You can hear moaning, even as she kisses you, and you both sail higher and higher into the air until you can see Bridget behind you again — much clearer this time than before. It's hard to tell distances with everything going on, but it looks like she's less than 100 feet away, and closing.

You're going to know when I want you to come, Bridget says in your mind, because I'm gonna make officer Rhodes here do exactly what you like — and she's going to come at the exact same time.

You're laughing between labored breaths, and you know exactly what Bridget's talking about. Jennifer's gripping a pec in one hand and tweaking one of your nipples with the other. She's still planting kisses on you — under your collarbone now, all over your chest. Her hips are still hopping up and down with the rhythm of the rubber gloves still playing at her backside. Now it's her turn to mumble between her kisses, and it's the same exact sentiment you had minutes ago.

"I'm gonna...I'm gonna come...oh, god, I'm gonna...ughhh..."

Jennifer's kisses travel just a little lower, and as she teases one of your nipples with her fingertips, she kisses the other — playing her tongue against it as you shudder pleasure.

"Oh, fuck..." You sigh. "I'm--"

"coming!" You both cry out — her version of the word muffled as her lips are still wrapped around your secret erogenous zone. You can feel her contracting at the same time you ejaculate into her, and now Bridget closes the distance with you both as she savors her psychic connection threaded through you and both of your pleasure centers.

You and Jennifer are both spiraling through the air as Bridget follows closely behind, laughing all the way.

"Come for me, my lovely, lovely dollies!" Bridget shouts. She follows it up with laughter as she shoots ahead of you in the air. This time, both your bodies are pulled behind the wake of her flight, and you flying in a sine wave arc before descending again toward your origin point. "Oh my GOD, I never thought I would have so much fun watching you fuck someone that wasn't me!" She shouts back to you, turning to look at you and Jennifer's intertwined bodies as she sails toward the parking lot again. Clearly she is in control enough that she doesn't need to see where she's going.

"H-holy fuck..." Jennifer pants. "I came again. And you fucking came in me," She growls at you, gripping your ass and shaking it. You can't help but laugh. She rests her head against your chest, sighing. "Jesus, I don't ever want to wake up from this."

There's nothing to wake up from, doll. Your waking life belongs to me now, Bridget says in your mind. When Jen giggles, you realize she said it to both of you.

"Good god, if that's true, nothing would make me happier..." Jen says, her voice resonating through your body. The three of you slow as you drift over your vehicle in the parking lot again, pausing in the air as you hear the shouts of the uninitiated below...crying out words of exclamation or disbelief.

"Goddess," Bridget says, smiling with a light in her eyes as you stare. "Good goddess."