It was a good day

Bridget shuddered again as Moe began thrusting faster into the girl's throat while Johnny hammered into her from behind. She relaxed her grip when the blonde coughed; but left her hand in place to feel it bulge and pulse with each penetration. Johnny's cock felt wonderful inside her ass as the piston mechanically filled her velvet cunt. Moe pulled back suddenly and gripped his cock at the base, giving the girl a much appreciated chance to catch her breath. Bridget looked at it, then back at Johnny. "Go ahead, babe." he said through gritted teeth. She smiled, and opened her mouth.

Moe's left eyebrow arched as he right eye twitched, meeting Johnny's gaze and waiting for a nod. Johnny gritted his teeth as his cock disappeared into "his girl", and gave a quick affirmative. Moe smiled, and stepped forward; dragging his testicles across the girl's face. Bridget relaxed her throat as the mad man's member slid into her mouth while she hammered her hips forward. The girl moaned as her tongue slathered between his shaking testicles before Bridget pulled off his cock, bent it down, craned her neck to the side, and placed it sideways between the girl's lips.

Moe's eye twitched even faster as Bridget sandwiched his shaft between their lips, their tongue tips meeting occasionally as they massaged his cock with their pouty lips. It was too much for the girl beneath her. She arched her back and clamped down hard on the chrome phallus. Her mouth went wide in a high pitched squeal as her pussy clamped down hard to Bridget's delight.

Moe jammed his cock back into her throat and held it place, grunting and twitching as her spasming throat shuddered around his engorged penis. Johnny's right hand snaked into Bridget's hair and pulled back sharply as he hammered home as she reached down and clicked her button, sending the piston into overdrive.

The orgasm tore through her like flak through paper. Bridget heard the engine roar to life as her body was racked by spasms. Her eyes locked open onto the swinging, bare lightbulb hanging above the pool table as her mind melted away. Hot cum splashed onto her smooth thighs as she idly realized the mechanism had been triggered. She'd came into the girl's tightly clamped sex just as Johnny spilled his seed into her own tightly clamped anus. Moe, she saw, was already furiously jerking his cock. Suddenly, he pulled back, and coated both of the girls breasts with arching loads of cum. The girl beneath her opened her mouth to accept the second and third spurts while Bridget claimed the third and fourth before clamping their cum-filled mouths together to swirl the seed between their darting, eager tongues.

Just as suddenly as it happened, it ended. Johnny pulled his cock from her as Bridget collapsed onto the table beside the shivering girl. Moe squeezed the last drops of cum from his now drooping cock onto their faces as Bridget started giddily laughing while fumbling for the off switch. Johnny unbuckled it and drew it down her thighs as the enforcers stepped forward.

"Sharing with the boys?" Bridget said with a smile. Johnny shrugged and nodded. Bridget lifted her hips so he could remove the harness, and let her knees fall apart. She stretched contentedly as her legs were pushed apart. The cock that slid into her found her wet and welcoming.

"Not a bad way to keep your mind off of things." she thought as the Meathead slid into her. His modest cock was nice, but she remembered that she had come for other reasons. "So, Johnny... you wouldn't happen to have a G.I. spec turbopump would you?"

"I got one." the man fucking her said as he buried his cock into her. Bridget chuckled at the joke and pulled him deeper into herself with her shaky legs as the girl beside her as pounced on by another Meathead. Johnny smirked, and looked at Moe.

The deranged vet met his gaze. "You've gotta helluva a girl, kid. Yeah, grab one from the basement." Johnny's eyes lit up, and he smiled.

"You gonna be okay here, babe?" he asked Bridget. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up as started to fuck the biker back. He smacked her cum covered cheek, eliciting a shudder of delight from the pale redhead. It'd been a good day.

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Elliot lined the iron sights up using his good eye. He couldn't believe it'd come to this. He would have to give up his prosthetics. Cynthia would have to dye her hair. And Aubrey... well she'd have to be dealt with; and he grimaced at the thought of burying her. "Such a waste..." he thought. He thumbed the safety off and decided that Huerta had to be taken out first. He was clearly the more athletic of the two. He shook his head, and started to squeeze the trigger.

"You...ugh!...you meet any redheads lately?" Moody said as he wiped sweat from his wrinkled brow. Elliot paused, and quickly slid the Pneuma Luger into his pocket.

"Why do you ask?" he said, his heart pounding. Huerta looked up, his cock throbbing inside what was certainly a member of this man's family. He sighed as he slid his member out. Back to business. Moody, on the other hand, was perfectly happy to let his partner take the lead on this turn of events, and refocused his attention on the whimpering teenager. Aubrey looked at the clock. She had homework to do, and these old guys took forever. With a sigh, she started meet his thrusts and faked a moan; hoping to end this quickly.

"We just want to ask her a few questions. I understand she, uhm..., met your wife at the pharmacy?" Elliot smiled as best his scarred face could. This was working out better than he possibly could have hoped for.

"Why, yes she did. Seems she thought Cynthia here was an actress or something. Kept talking about her "lovely blonde hair". Moody buried his cock into Aubrey, and his eyes went wide.

"Really? That's interesting. Did she say anything else?" the older man said. Elliot **** himself to keep a straight face. He shrugged.

"Nothing much. Just a wild girl sewing her oats. Invited us to a private club, but that's about it." Huerta's mind began racing. The Stadtis were well known for recruiting assets at private sex clubs catering to the more "exotic" sectors of society. He sniffed and nodded, keeping his composure.

"Oh yeah? Did you get a name or location?" He asked, his pen twitching between his thumb and forefinger. Elliot made a face as if he was thinking. Finally, he shook his head.

"No. Not that I can remember. We aren't into that sort of thing. She did mention that the owner of the club was "into women" like my wife here; whatever that means. " Huerta nodded again and jotted something down. It wasn't much, but it was something they could follow up on. The OSS kept detailed records of these "private clubs". It was a lead at least, he told himself. Poor girl probably didn't even know she was being used by a spy.

Finally, he sighed. "Alright, I think we got we wanted to know." he said before flipping the notebook closed and walking back over to Cynthia. "We'll just finish up here, and be on our way." Elliot nodded, lit his pipe, and ascended the stairs and the G Man repositioned himself between Cynthia's legs while Moody was rapidly approaching orgasm into his daughter.Elliot's mouth twisted into a perverse grimace as his wife began to moan under the renewed penetration.

It was a good day, afterall.