Jenny and the Psychic Slut-A Mind Control Lesbian College Story by Salty Vixen

Jenny awoke to the all too insistent call of her alarm clock. Opening one eye to glare at the numerals on the wicked device of torture, she reached up and smacked the ticking monster to silence its plaintive bleat. Jenny sat up, stretching as she did every morning to shake off the sleep. As she relaxed, her hands slid down her sides, caressing herself with a soft, sensuous motion. It felt nice and it made her smile. She moved to swing her legs over the edge of the bed, feeling her thighs part with a wet, sticky feeling.

“I wonder who I was dreaming about last night?” she mused to herself. “I hope it was Kenny, and he had similar ones about me!” she added with a smile.

Jenny pulled the large t-shirt over her head, revealing her naked body. She caught the shirt before she threw it on the bed, sniffing at the shirt’s tail. It was her own scent, heavy, musky. “Whew!” she thought, “It must’ve been some dream!” She stepped through the door into the adjoining bathroom to take her shower. As she waited for the water to heat up, Jenny’s hands kept roaming over her nude form. Her fingers teased at her nipples, her digits squeezing and fondling her still moist labia. The sensations were wonderfully wicked and naughty, and Jenny smiled from the pleasure she gave to herself. Only the chance glance at her watch told her that it was getting late, so she showered, fighting the temptation to pleasure herself even more.

She towelled off and returned to her room, dressing quickly, still towelling her long hair as she entered the kitchen. Her mother was, as usual, moving about quickly before she herself went off to work. For some reason though, Jenny felt strange, as if this somehow wasn’t real. Her own little sister seemed real enough, but the scene didn’t. She couldn’t quite place what it was.

Jenny took her place at the table, half listening as her mother prattled on about laundry, dishes, and going to the cleaners after work. Jenny nodded, this portion of the day being almost a ritual. She spooned some cereal into her mouth. It was her mother’s leaving that made this feel all wrong. But why should it? This was just the way things were, since Jenny could remember. She looked at Debbie, her “little” sister. Debbie had turned 18 last night, and Jenny knew that Debbie would be partying quite a lot more than she had done on her 18th birthday. Jenny would be glad of her birthday in just a little more than a month. She’d be 21 and thus wouldn’t need to worry when she was bar-hopping on the weekends with friends.

“Got any plans for your birthday, Deb?” She inquired.

Debbie smiled and winked. “LOTS of plans!” she giggled.

“Yeah? Like what?” Jenny asked.

“Ohhh, just some fun and a party at Rick’s house.” Debbie replied.

“I see.” Jenny said softly. Then, as if she were listening to someone else speaking with her voice, “You’re going to be on your knees all night sucking cocks and eating pussy.”

Debbie stared at her sister for a moment. Her nipples stood up quickly and very firmly against her t-shirt, a fact not lost on Jenny.

“You think I don’t know what kind of parties you like?” Jenny asked her sister. “Did you think you were different? That you were the ONLY one who likes to get naked and feel people fucking and sucking her?”

“But..you…I…” Debbie stammered.

Jenny couldn’t believe her ears. Nor could she seem to stop her voice from saying the words. “Sure. I know you’re a cum-sucking bisexual slut. I’ve known since your first party.”

“B-b-b-but HOW?” Debbie managed to stammer, her face beet red.

“Because I control it.” Jenny said evenly. She wasn’t sure where she was heading with this conversation. She couldn’t control it, nor stop it.

“Control it?” Debbie said in awe.

“Yes.” Jenny said softly. “Watch. I’ll think of something I want you to do, and you’ll do it.” She smiled and made a face like she was thinking, yet all that went through her mind was “What the fuck is going on here?”

Debbie suddenly got up and ripped her blouse open, scooping her full breasts out of their cups, pulling the nipples cruelly. Debbie’s hips swayed to and fro with a lusty rhythm. In seconds Debbie was nearly naked, save for her bra still uselessly strapped around her torso.

“I want to suck your clit! I want your cum all over my face! Let me feel you biting my tits and jamming your fingers in me!” Debbie hissed lewdly, curling her upper lip. To prove her point, she rocked her hips forward, sliding three fingers into her cunt, withdrawing them slowly, with a wet, slurping sound. Jenny watched as her sister raised her fingers to her lips, expecting her to suck them. Instead, Debbie licked the tip of her longest finger, then began smearing her own juices all over her face.

“Ohhhh, yeah!” Debbie hissed. “Coat me with your juicy cum Jenny!”

Jenny had been sitting there, mesmerized by the scene. She had no more to do with it than the man in the moon. Yet, somehow she’d spoken the words, made her sister into a naked, dripping wet slut. Debbie was now kneeling on the floor, legs wide, two fingers fucking her cunt, a white froth showing around her knuckles. Debbie’s other hand was pulling and twisting her left nipple so wildly it looked painful.

“Wanna cum for you.” She panted. “Wanna give you my cum.”

“Debbie!” their mother said sharply, “Sit down and eat, you know I don’t like it when you stand at the table!”

Jenny blinked and looked at Debbie again. Her sister was fully dressed, not a single hair-sprayed lock out of place. She was holding a bowl of cereal and eating quickly, a dribble of milk dripping off her chin. Jenny frowned, perplexed at the sudden change. Had she imagined all of it? What was going on? Debbie sat down, and Jenny noticed her sister’s nipples were erect, pushing against her tight blouse. This was the only thing that seemed consistent.

“I’m going to be late coming home tonight, girls.” Jenny’s mother said. “I have that retirement dinner to go to, so you’ll have to cook dinner for yourselves.” Debbie announced that she had a date with her boyfriend and wouldn’t need dinner. Jenny sighed and said she’d manage for herself.

“Okay then.” her mother said, “I’ll see you when I get home.”

“If Kenny wants to go out tonight, we’ll probably be back late.” Jenny said, hoping Kenny would call her tonight.

“Well, you girls are old enough to fend for yourselves. Just be quiet if you come home late.”

“We will, Mom.” Debbie promised for both of them.

Jenny worked at a local shoe store, a job she didn’t mind because she met interesting people. She enjoyed flirting with the men and sharing gossip with some of the women. Today, she couldn’t shake the feeling that she was moving through a fog, as if she were watching herself acting in a drama. It was a weird feeling that kept her slightly on edge.

Just after ten, a tall blonde woman came into the store, and Jenny waited on her. She was looking for “something interesting.” Jenny’s eyes had already noted the woman’s expensive wardrobe and her sensible shoes. “Business type,” she thought to herself. She showed the woman some sensible pumps, which she dismissed quickly.

“No, I said ‘interesting’ shoes.” She flashed a quick conspiratorial smile. “If you know what I mean.”

Smiling, Jenny led her around to the next aisle, showing her flashier, higher-heeled shoes. “More like these?”

“Yes, this is better.” the woman said. “Oh, these are nice,” she added as she picked up a shoe with a 4-inch heel.

Jenny raised an eyebrow. These were the tallest heels they carried, and with the woman’s height, she’d stand nearly six foot two. “What color would you like to see?”

“Oh, patent black, of course,” the woman smiled.

Jenny had to go into the back and find the shoes in the woman’s size, and when she returned, the woman was waiting calmly for her, sitting in a chair. Jenny realized that this blonde expected her to fit her to the shoes, not doing much of anything for herself. The woman commented on Jenny’s long dark hair as she placed her foot on the rest, waiting for Jenny to put the shoe on her. Jenny found the right shoe and lifted the woman’s foot to slide it on her. As the shoe slipped over the woman’s heel, Jenny’s eyes slid up the blonde’s legs, noting their firmness beneath her stockings.

“Oh, this is nice.” The blonde said, slowly flexing her foot. Jenny slipped on the other shoe for her and let the woman walk in them. She stopped and looked in the mirror, turning back and forth. She came back, sitting opposite Jenny. “Can I see these in red, just for a contrast?”

Jenny gave her a tolerant smile and nodded, removing the shiny black shoes from the woman’s feet. She returned moments later with red ones. This time, as she fitted the shoe, she couldn’t help but look up at the woman’s legs again. Jenny almost gasped when she saw that the woman’s skirt had ridden up from sitting in the chair, and she could clearly see the garterbelt straps holding up her stockings and the woman’s blonde pussy.

The blonde stood, seemingly unaware of her exhibition. She repeated her inspection of the shoes in the mirror and returned. “What do you think?” she asked Jenny. “Do the black ones or red ones look better?”

“It depends.” Jenny heard her voice saying, “The black ones are really nice ‘fuck me’ shoes, but the red ones scream ‘fuck me NOW’. I like the red ones myself.” Jenny felt faint, dizzy, waiting for the woman’s reaction.

“Well, yes, I guess you’re right.” The blonde said. “The black does contrast with my hair better. But I do so like the red ones.” Jenny was confused, wondering if she was going crazy. The blonde offered a foot for Jenny to remove the shoe, and as she did, she heard the blonde’s voice again. “My, you have such delicate hands.” Jenny watched as the blonde took her hand, stroking it lightly and brought it up to her pussy. “And I know that you could do me really nice with those hands.”

Jenny watched, mesmerized, as the blonde took her hand and began rubbing her pussy with it. She felt the wetness of the woman’s excitement, inhaled her fragrant aroma. The woman slid forward, spreading her legs and forcing Jenny’s fingers, all four of them, into her sopping cunt. “Yes! That’s what I want! Ohh, lovely!” Jenny’s hand formed a slight fist and slipped completely into the woman’s cunt, her hand surrounded by a warm wetness. “Ohh perfect! You’re so wonderful!” the woman cried out. The blonde slowly slipped Jenny’s sopping hand from her equally drenched cunt and smiled. “I’ll take both pair then!”

Jenny blinked. The woman was sitting in the chair, immaculate and looking pleased. “You’re very imaginative,” she said. “I wouldn’t have thought of wearing the red ones to our company Christmas party next month. Thank you.”

Jenny looked toward the front of the store where her boss, Mr. Bechman, stood, smiling. After she rang up the sale, he congratulated her on being a quick thinker and selling the woman two pairs of shoes. Jenny blushed and returned to checking the stock.

“Am I going crazy?” She wondered. Then, as if to check her own sanity, she sniffed her hand. Jenny’s heart jumped when she realized she could still smell the woman’s juices on her hand and wrist. She washed her hands in the restroom and repeated her sniff-test. No fragrance save that of the soap. It was worse now, for Jenny was certain that she had fist-fucked the woman, yet there was no acknowledgement from anyone that it had happened.

Just before two, Mr. Bechman came into the back and reminded Jenny that she had a 2:30 class at the college. She smiled and thanked him, clocking out and hurrying to her car. The drive to the college seemed normal enough (too many red lights), and Jenny seemed to relax a little as she grabbed her books and headed to class. Even her accounting class seemed normal, save for Chris, the redheaded girl in her class. Chris sat just ahead of Jenny and over one row. She seemed to be having trouble sitting still in class, which annoyed Jenny.

After class, Chris asked Jenny if she were going to the student union for coffee, and Jenny agreed, thinking that she needed to relax and be with some friends. As they sat down with their cups, Chris seemed to be practically beaming. “You’ll never guess what I did last night,” Chris said.

“You got some?” Jenny said rather sharply.

Chris laughed. “Yes, but that’s not it. Look!” Jenny looked as Chris lifted her skirt to show off her completely shaved pussy. It was bare, smooth, and perfectly framed between taut, trim thighs.

“Jeezus, Chris!” Jenny said breathlessly, looking around to see if anyone had noticed.

“Neat, huh? And it feels so… so… so sexy!” she said. “Touch it.”

“Touch it…?” Jenny’s voice trailed off as her hand slipped under Chris’s skirt. Her friend moaned softly.

“I said..touch it..oh..gawd, Jenn!” Chris’s chest heaved and she shuddered slightly. Jenny glanced around, seeing that no one appeared to have noticed. As she turned to look at Chris again, her fingers met her lips, and she tasted her friend’s cream.

“You want to come to a party tonight?” Chris asked suddenly. “It’s going to be a great one.”

“Party? I don’t know.” Jenny was thinking about Kenny.

“Oh, you have to come, Jenn.” Chris said urgently. “You’ll love it. We’re throwing a wild birthday bash. It’s a private house with a pool and a jacuzzi, so it’ll be great.”

“Sounds good.” Jenny said, feeling aroused by Chris. “Suits me.”

“Oh!” Chris laughed. “You don’t have to bring a suit, skinny-dipping and jacuzzis are more fun that way!”

Jenny laughed too, finding herself liking Chris even more. She wrote down the directions and thought about what she was getting into.

“Is this why you shaved yourself?” Jenny said softly.

Chris gave her a shocked look. “How…who…how did you know that?”

Jenny started, blinking. Chris was blushing, not quite red. Even the light dusting of freckles on her face seemed to be blushing.

“How did you know,” Chris said softly, leaning over to Jenny, “that I shaved myself?”

Jenny thought frantically. “Didn’t you just…I mean…didn’t we..”

“What?” Chris urged.

“Didn’t you just lift your skirt and show me?”

Chris sat back, staring at Jenny. “Did I say anything?”

“You said ‘Neat, huh? And it feels so…so…so sexy!’ didn’t you?”

Chris let her jaw drop.

“Didn’t you?!” Jenny almost cried.

Chris slowly shook her head, staring. “I was thinking that.”

“You were….” Jenny’s voice trailed off as the implications hit her. If Chris had only thought of that…

“Think of something else like that.” Jenny said quickly.

Jenny watched Chris’s eyes dart back and forth as she looked into Jenny’s eyes. Chris smiled then, and Jenny heard Chris’s voice.

“I’d love to feel you rubbing your nipple against my bare pussy and feel your lips sucking my nipples.” Jenny blushed.

“What?” Chris asked.

“What?” Jenny repeated.

“What are you blushing for?” Chris smiled.

Jenny repeated what she’d heard Chris say. The redhead’s blue eyes flashed, and she smiled. “Would you like to do that?”

“Is that what you were thinking?” Jenny asked.

“You tell me.” Chris grinned. Jenny was anxious and a little peeved. “I’ll bet you’d love to suck my tits and rub yours against my pussy. I’d love to feel your naked body against me and make you cum too.”

Jenny repeated Chris’s thoughts to her.

“Fuck!” Chris said. “You can read minds!”

Jenny sat upright, startled. “You’re not putting me on?”

“Have you ever made it with a woman before?” Chris asked her. Jenny shook her head, watching Chris intently. “Is it something you’d like to try?”

Jenny thought for a moment, remembering how aroused she’d been by her fantasies. Then she realized that all of them were centered around women. She nodded.

“Let’s go then.” Chris said, sliding out of her chair.

“Where?” Jenny asked.

“My place, of course.” Chris said. “We’ll see how well you can read my mind.”

It was seven o’clock when Jenny woke up. She snuggled back against Chris, feeling the redhead’s firm breasts pressing against her back and their legs intertwined. She felt a warm, happy glow throughout her whole body. She stirred slightly, enjoying the warmth of Chris’s flesh.

“Awake?” Chris asked softly.

“Uh-huh.” was all Jenny could manage. She felt Chris squeeze her close, nuzzling into the nape of her neck. Chris kissed her neck softly.

“I’ve never had such intense sex with anyone. Never!” Chris said.

“Or me.” Jenny smiled, saying the words softly.

The two women had kissed while undressing each other, their hands exploring places. Jenny had understood, almost as if being instructed, where to touch the redhead, when, how hard or softly. Chris had succumbed to dozens of orgasms during their 2-hour lovemaking. Jenny herself had cum three times just by making Chris climax. They had sixty-nined each other into a frenzy, neither of them willing to cum until the other had. Chris hit hers first, dragging Jenny over the edge too. They had tried to drown each other with their juices.

“At one point,” Chris said, “I could hear you begging me to cum on your face. You seemed to be screaming ‘soak me with your cum’! I thought the neighbors were going to hear until I realized your tongue was inside me.”

Jenny remembered. “That means I can project as well as listen.”

Chris hugged her. “Oh, it sure does!”

“Hey!” Jenny said suddenly. “Isn’t that party tonight?”

Chris laughed. “WHAT party?”

The two women showered and dressed quickly, talking of more experiments and ideas to try out. The party was a casual one, so they headed over directly from Chris’s apartment. Jenny was feeling confident now, for she knew that she had a gift, a power, and that she would someday be able to control it. For now, she wanted to see what she could do with it. It seemed that she could read the sexual thoughts of others, and she wondered if she would ever be able to read other thoughts as well, like those of love.

The house was a nice one, sitting back away from the road slightly, and situated among a grove of trees. It looked almost like a southern mansion; an air of old money surrounded the place. It wasn’t pristine or perfect, but it had a feeling of success. They knocked, and a man answered the door, the sound of rock and roll coming from behind him.

“Welcome, ladies.” The man smiled. “Come on in.” They entered, and he directed them towards the back of the house. People milled about in several of the rooms. Jenny noticed the light-duty chain across the stairs to keep people from wandering upstairs. They found drinks at the bar and wandered out back by the pool where most of the people seemed to have gathered. Rock music came from half a dozen speakers inside the house. Through one window, Jenny could see that a room was being used as a dance floor with about a dozen people inside. The pool was in use, with only about five people in it—three men and two women—who seemed to be having a good time. The jacuzzi was crowded, yet most people were up to their necks. “Correction.” Jenny mused. “The women are up to their necks in the water.”

It all seemed like a scene out of a movie where some wealthy person is entertaining a large party. Lots of talking people, wine and champagne glasses, some playful people in the pool. Jenny continued to follow Chris around to the far side of the pool to where a portable bar sat.

“Jack, hi!” Chris addressed a nice-looking man. He turned and smiled, opening his arms. Chris practically jumped into them, and they hugged warmly, like old friends. “Or lovers?” Jenny thought.

(“Yes, lovers.”) Chris’s thought came back to her.

(“He’s nice looking.”) Jenny thought.

(“And great in bed.”) Chris sent back.

“Jack, this is my friend Jenny.” Chris said, introducing them.

“Nice to meet you, Jenny. Or is it Jenn?” He said in a resonant voice.

“Call me Jenn.” Jenny smiled.

“Welcome to our party.” Jack smiled.

“Thanks. It looks like it’s fun here.” Jenny replied, flirting a little.

Jack glanced at his watch. “It should be in another half hour.”

“Did I miss something?” Jenny asked, then felt a surge of sexual energy against her that was so strong that her nipples responded.

“You haven’t told her?” Jack asked, raising an eyebrow at Chris.

“Nope, but she’ll figure it out before it happens.” Chris laughed. “Jenny is really….intuitive.” She winked at her new lover.

Someone came up and asked Jack to join their conversation, and he waved, telling the two women to enjoy. Jenny searched Chris’s face, trying to understand.

(“This party will turn on when the dancer gets here.”) Chris’s thoughts came through. Jenny received a mental image of a naked woman dancing, as well as vague images of people naked around a room.

(“Orgy?”) she tried to send to Chris, but Chris was waving to a friend across the pool.

“Kathy!” Chris shouted and began moving around the pool. Jenny followed, sipping her wine and thinking, “Dammit, Chris, I wanna know!”

Chris’s friend, Kathy, turned out to be the same tall blonde woman Jenny had fit for shoes earlier that day. She recognized Jenny as well. “Hello again.” She smiled. “Imagine running into you here.”

Jenny laughed. “Yes, it’s quite a surprise for me too. And I see you’re wearing the black heels.”

Kathy grinned. “Yes, they’re wonderful.” Then (“Gawd, I hope you like women, you’re delicious looking.”)

(“I’ll bet you’d like me to fill your pussy with my hand.”) Jenny sent back experimentally. The blonde’s head jerked slightly, and she looked at Jenny strangely for a moment.

“Chris,” Kathy smiled, “I hope you don’t have to work in the morning.”

The redhead smiled, “No, but I do have a ten o’clock class I could miss.”

(“She wants to take you home and tie you up in her bed.”) Jenny sent to Chris.

Both the women looked at Jenny, who was sipping her wine. She gave them a surprised look. “What? I was thinking of something, did you say something to me?”

Chris smiled, knowingly. Kathy said, “I thought I heard you say… oh, never mind.”

“Say what?” Jenny asked.

“It’s not important. I must have overheard someone else.” Kathy said, glancing around.

“This could be really fun.” Jenny thought. “I could really psyche out a few people, like Kenny.” The thought of the man she wanted made her wonder if she should go call him, but her thoughts were interrupted by a small commotion from inside the house. Applause and laughter turned everyone’s heads.

Jack came out of the house with another, older man, and they announced that the party was about to really get started. People were gathering around three sides of the pool, waiting and watching. Jack stood on the diving board, waiting for everyone to gather.

“Welcome, friends and guests, to our celebration.” Jack began. “As most of you know, we enjoy sharing the celebrations of our friends in a special style. Those of you who are guests here have already been given some inkling of that style, thanks to Geoffrey’s beautiful home, as well as his philanthropic nature. Before we begin, I’d like all of our guests to come forward, to this side of the pool with their friends who have invited them.” Jack gestured towards his left, indicating the side of the pool near his diving-board platform. People began milling about, moving towards the front.

“Come on, Jenn.” Chris said, taking Jenny by the hand and leading her up to the front. Jenny felt a little self-conscious holding hands with Chris.

“Fine, that’s it, make a little more room, we have quite a few guests tonight.” Jack was saying. “Alright now, what you are about to witness is the bringing to life of a new member’s deepest fantasy, something that they have revealed to be their wildest dream. This we will all share in, from a voyeuristic standpoint, until our new member leaves this end of the pool. Once that happens, the conduct of the party is up to everyone here.”

Jenny felt aroused, knowing that Jack’s mention of fantasy meant sexual fantasy. She could feel the carnal energy surrounding her, making her feel flushed and warm.

“For our guests, I want to remind you that this can be quite stimulating and erotic. If you feel the need to touch yourself, your partner, or someone else, don’t be inhibited by the rest of us. The purpose of this party is to share enjoyment, celebration, and pleasure with our friends. The whole first floor of the house is open for those who would like to move inside after our little show finishes. Geoffrey?”

The older man came forward, smiling. He looked to be a trim, fit, fiftyish gentleman.

“Friends, I have the pleasure of bringing to you tonight a young lady who has joined our circle, and her fantasy borders on nymphomania. You will see her energy, beauty, and creativity, not to mention her raw sexuality. Ladies and gentlemen, I give you CRYSTAL!!!”

A loud applause began as Geoffrey waved his hand towards the house. A petite blonde woman emerged, nude except for a small ballroom mask covering her face. Jenny gasped at the sudden sight of her walking across towards the front of the pool. The girl’s hair was blonde, but her eyebrows were dark, telling Jenny she was a bleach-blonde. She couldn’t be sure, for the girl’s pussy was bare as that of Chris’s. Her petite frame, small, firm breasts, and hairless pussy made her look young and innocent, save for the mask. That mask fascinated Jenny, for it hid just enough to make this woman mysterious. Raw, sharp-edged sexual energy washed over Jenny from this woman, and she knew immediately that this woman was about to become a bisexual slut and reveling in that fact.

Someone had spread a blanket over the diving board to cover the rough surface and placed a box beside the board. The blonde seemed to ignore the crowd and paused at the box. She looked down inside, running her hands sensuously over her naked form. She sat on the diving board and picked something out of the box. Crystal showed off the dildo, running her hands over it just as sensual rock and roll music began to play. Jenny recognized it as Led Zeppelin. The woman reclined, sliding the dildo into her pussy. She began to masturbate in front of easily a hundred people gathered around. As the music rolled on, she began thrusting to the beat and timing of Robert Plant’s hypnotic voice. Jenny felt her own pussy wetting her underwear, her own nipples straining.

The girl orgasmed, then leaned over, reaching into the box again. This time she pulled out something small. Jenny watched as this lithe blonde pulled on her nipples, then fastened small clamps to her nipples, a silver chain draped between her small breasts. She again reached into the box and removed a vibrator. A murmur went through the crowd. The vibrator was long and thick. Jenny could feel the arousal of the crowd around her, adding to her awareness of her own stimulation. The crowd was silent as Crystal slid the thick vibrator into her pussy slowly, stretching herself, her body quivering as she did. Jenny tried to “listen” to the girl but found her mind flooded with a din of sexual thoughts. She blocked them to watch the blonde.

The vibrator was deep inside the blonde. She arched up to meet it, moaning loudly. In and out, in and out, she plunged the thick vibrating shaft into her pussy. As the music trailed off, it left only the sound of her slick, sucking cunt and the sight of a glistening vibrator mixed with her ragged breathing. More music began to play, this time the Rolling Stones’ “Satisfaction.” Crystal picked up her previously discarded dildo and began to push it into her ass. Jenny’s body stiffened as she watched. Chris’s hand slid down her back, making her want to strip naked and have the redhead suck her while she watched. But Jenny couldn’t move; she was somehow mesmerized by the blonde.

Crystal was now thrusting both shafts in her ass and cunt, rocking her hips wildly, on the verge of orgasm again. Mick Jagger’s voice seemed full of lust as he crooned out “I can’t get no — Sat-Is-FACT-shun.” The woman seemed to orgasm each time he said it. Her hands suddenly left the twin probes in her and reached to her nipples. She screamed “I’m CUMMING” as she pulled and twisted her nipples using the nipple clamps. Her jerking body showed that she was climaxing, hard and strong. Jenny became aware of how wet she was as Chris’s hand slid down her ass, the coolness of her excitement pressing against her hot flesh.

Jenny tore her eyes away, looking across the pool. Several people were half-dressed, more than a few women had their hands on cocks poking out from men’s pants, several more were enjoying hands on their breasts. There were even a couple of women sucking on other women’s breasts. Jenny could feel the sweat forming all over her body, even though it wasn’t exceptionally hot that day. Her eyes moved back to the blonde.

Another song began to play, Cyndi Lauper’s “Girls Just Want to Have Fun.” The blonde slipped out the dildos and stood up, a bit shakily it seemed to Jenny. She moved to a folded blanket on the deck surrounding the pool and kneeled, one hand playing with her pussy, the other roaming her body. Three men came out of the house, all of them naked, save for the same ballroom mask the girl wore. They stood around her, and she took turns sucking each of their cocks while masturbating herself. Jenny could hear several zippers close to her and lots of ragged breathing. She stood, almost paralyzed by the tableau unfolding around her.

A tall blonde woman walked out, wearing only high heels and stockings with her garterbelt. It was Kathy, the blonde from the shoe store. She joined the lithe blonde. Kathy’s fuller breasts and more rounded contours made Crystal look even younger and more lithe. Kathy lay down, her head next to the smaller blonde’s hips. The small blonde lifted one leg, flashing her bare pink cunt seemingly right at Jenny. She watched as the girl’s pussy descended to Kathy’s tongue. Crystal began moaning and sucking cocks frantically almost at once.

Jenny could feel her heart pounding, her breathing lusty and deep. Almost at the same time, Chris stepped behind her, cupping her smallish breasts and pulling her close to nibble her ear.

“Gawd, she’s hot. Would you like her to suck your pussy like that.”

“Ohhhh yessss.” Jenny sighed.

“Or would you like to take her place?”

“Ummmmmm!”

“I’m gonna cum!” one of the men cried. The crowd gasped and sighed as they watched his sperm gush onto the small blonde’s chest. He spurted a great deal, making her chest glisten as the light was fading. Jenny was aware of lights around the pool, several of which were focused on the group of “performers.” One of the other men grabbed the blonde’s hair while she was sucking him, pulling his cock out to shoot on her face. His cum glistened even in the air, landing mostly on Crystal’s cheeks and chin. One strand was clinging to her black mask.