A Knock on the Door

As Bridget drove into her, another girl was sat on the edge of the pool table. She was slightly younger than Bridget and a bit shorter, but clearly made up for her youth with raw sexuality. She wore a black skirt with hot pink polka-dot leggings that showed plenty of thigh, with exaggeratedly large bangs adorning her dyed black hair to accompany her heavy eye shadow and dark red lipstick, and large hoop earrings that started to sway as the Meathead between her soft thighs slid into her.

Bridget gazed around, her mind swimming with pleasure as she buried her phallus into the grease girl. It was odd to be on this side of a use situation, and she couldn't help but enjoy it. She would meet the glances of the male Meatheads and get a subtle nod as she started hammering into the girl harder and harder, her chrome member streaked with fluids as the girl quivered beneath her.

"There's my girl." she heard from behind her. Bridget's head snapped around to see the Johnny's silhouette framed in the doorway as he blew out a cloud of cigarette smoke. Her eyes went wide and smile parted her face as she drove into the girl faster and harder as he approached. The grease girl's whimpers grew to moans as the long, chrome cock pushed into her taught body again and again. "Glad ya' finally dropped by." Johnny said as he approached the pale redhead. The other Meatheads grumbled. No way they were going to get a chance at her now. "Why, hello handsome ..." Bridget said with a quivering voice. He was wearing Meathead leathers now. There was no going back for him.

Johnny smirked as he stubbed out his cigarette before unzipping his pants. The grease girl reached up with her thin, oily fingers and touched Bridget's cheek, leaving a smear, to draw her attention back to the task at hand. Bridget slammed the phallus home with a hard, deep thrust that buried it to the hilt with a puff of diesel exhaust and a light, corrective slap on the girl's face that elicited a moan from her and a sudden clenching of her tight cunt before drawing it back out and arching her hips in anticipation of Johnny. She admitted to herself that he was the one she had always wanted, and had missed his passionate embrace.

She stared into the girl's eyes as Johnny's strong left hand gripped the exhaust pipe while his other snaked around to her throat and the girl below her roamed her breasts with nimble hands. She bit her lip and paused, knowing what was coming. Bridget shuddered as his warm, red cockhead pressed into her well-exercised and tight ass with a single, smooth thrust that **** her forward back into the other girl. A wave of pleasure coursed through her as her pussy clamped down on the thrusting piston from below while his long, thick cock filled her from behind. She relaxed her hips and used her sodomization as momentum to drive the phallus into the girl. Johnny grinned at the sight of his cock disappearing again and again into the Irish girl as Meathead Moe stood up, his cock out and angling for the grease girl's mouth. Bridget slid her hand to the woman's throat, feeling it swell as Moe's penis slid into it...

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THUMP THUMP THUMP.

Cynthia looked up from her magazine as she sat on the couch. "Elliot! Someone's at the door!" she called upstairs. THUMP THUMP THUMP. "Elliot?" she called again with a sigh. She sat her magazine down and slid her lovely legs from beneath her before standing up and tying her cream colored silk robe to cover her nude body. "Just a minute!" she said as she approached the door. Cynthia looked through the peephole to see two very bored looking men in suits and hats, one holding up a shiny, nickel badge. Her heart fluttered. "Mein Gott..." she thought to herself.

"Mom, who is it?" Aubrey asked, appearing from the kitchen. Cynthia's head snapped around. She had to think fast. She silently motioned for the teen to approach. Aubrey sighed. She didn't want to suck off another mail man so her stepmother could go back to her stupid fashion magazine. Still, she shuffled forward with slumped shoulders. Cynthia quickly pulled her close and quickly slid the straps off of the confused teen's shoulders before pulling her dress completely down and off before hanging it on the coat rack.

"Distract them! I have to find your father!" she said with a harsh whisper. Aubrey looked at her with confusion and contempt as Cynthia quietly, but quickly ascended the staircase in search of her husband. Aubrey looked down on her fertile, young body, and took a deep breath. She had managed to not get used all day so far. She was sure that was about to change. Slowly, she opened the door wearing only her white knee high socks and pretty black shoes. The two mens' bored expressions lit up as she walked outside to meet them, her thin arm draped across her pert bosom and the other hand covering her smoothly shaven vaginal mound.

"Howdy, miss. We've got a few questions to...." Huerta began before his partner nudged him with his elbow. Huerta looked at him quizzically before seeing the intent. If they didn't state they were on official business, and given that the girl was outside, they could use her without breaking protocol. Huerta smiled as he looked down on the girl. "Uhm. Nevermind that. You got a name, darling?" he said as Aubrey blushed. He gently moved her arm so he could see her pale pink nipples atop her young, firm breasts. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a group of teenagers from her class riding their bikes around the corner. She didn't want to get caught outside like this.

"Come in! Come in! I...it's a little chilly out here. Care to use me on the couch?" she said, her face bright red. The two men looked at each other and smirked. Moody smacked her bare, soft ass as she turned to let them in. Cynthia watched from a top the stairs as Aubrey barely made it two steps in before they were on her. Moody was fishing he rapidly hardening cock out as Huerta bent her over the arm of the sofa. Aubrey looked back, a pout on her face, as the well muscled G Man spat in his palm before rubbing her light pink, tight pussy.

Cynthia quietly opened the door to the study to see her "husband" napping in his leather chair, his reading glasses resting on the bridge of his artificial nose and a copy of "Le Morte D'Arthur" resting open on his chest. The lovely blonde gently shook him awake. "We've got a problem." she said, opening the drawer and retrieving a small .32 caliber Walther. Elliot opened his good eye, and chuckled as he pulled on the belt of her robe. "Dis is no time for distraction!" she said as her lovely body filled his vision. He quickly realized this wasn't one of her games, and a wave of panic filled him. This couldn't be. They were so careful...

Aubrey let out a loud gasp as Moody pressed his cock between her shaking legs and into her young, tight sex. For a moment he was worried that he hadn't checked the house, but he shook the idea from his mind. Now that her ass was bouncing against his thrusting pelvis, they could get back to work. He was happy to play the ole' "Good cop/ Fuck cop" routine with this one.

"So..." Huerta said as he sat on the couch. "...we've got a few questions to ask..." he said. Aubrey winced as her young body was filled again and again. The flick of lighter drew his attention to the stairwell just as Aubrey's hand snaked onto his crotch in search of his zipper. Cynthia stood there with her robe open and a cigarette in her elegant fingers.

"Can me and my daughter help you gentlemen with anything?" she asked in a husky voice as the robe fell away from her large, firm breasts as she descended the stairs. Moody looked over at her, and then back at Huerta. The G Man, still trying to get the image of the 60 year old cashier out of his mind, stumbled on his words.

"Um..." he got out just as Aubrey freed his cock from his trousers. "Uh..nothing that can't wait a few minutes." he said as the teen engulfed him with her soft, pouty lips. Cynthia smiled and shrugged her robe from her shoulders as she descended the stairs, leaving it in a silk puddle on the ground. She had to buy her husband time, and besides, the G Man was pretty easy on the eyes.

"Good. Now pardon me..." she said, walking up beside Moody and licking her fingertip. She staired into his eyes as she slowly pushed the wet digit into Aubrey's tiny, tight asshole. The girl whimpered as Moody slammed into her harder and harder.

"Isn't she your daughter?!" Huerta asked as Aubrey sucked and licked his veiny cock between whimpers. Cynthia smiled and got on her knees before grabbing Aubrey's ass and spreading it.

"Step daughter." she said with a wicked grin before snaking her tongue into the teen's ass." Moody and Huerta looked at each other, and barely resisted the urge to high five each other. Huerta stood up and took up position behind Cynthia. She sighed contently as she felt his saliva slick manhood slide up and down her slit before pressing in. Above them on the balcony, Elliot stood watching them; the Pneuma Luger loaded with tranquilizer darts. He slowly raised the pistol, and began to quietly descend the stairs.