Love in the age of War

Bridget was twirling a strand of her hair with her eyes dreamily looking up at nothing as she the two enforcers penetrated her while she lazily jacked a random Meathead off with her left hand; his cockhead in her mouth. One was below her rapidly thrusting into her pussy as the other was hammering into her asshole. "I'm Johnny's girl..." she thought whimsically as opened her lips and accepted the third's member into her mouth.

She was briefly knocked out of her reverie when the one in her ass pounded her too fast and accidently slid out and pressed his cockhead into her already full pussy. She perked up and pressed backward until his bulb was inside of her, Hoping idly that they were going to both try to enter her womb. With a sigh, she settled back down when he returned to ass. They were a bit old fashioned and modest, after all.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Johnny reenter the room. She smiled, taking the full length the cock in her mouth down her throat as she began forcing herself back onto the cocks fucking her. He had the turbopump; and sat it down on the coffee table in front of the threadbare couch as he watched the show. The enforcers grunted in delight as she refocused on making them cum as fast and hard as possible, a feat her experienced body achieved with what a normal Dame would regard as alarming quickness (and mostly for Johnny's enjoyment. She knows he likes to see her get used).

Moments later, she walked over to him on shaky legs, cum oozing out of her as she shimmied her jeans back up her soiled thighs while the grease girl behind her was beset on by half a dozen horny bikers. "Miss me?" she asked, wiping cum from her face and licking it clean as she crashed down beside him. He smiled and blushed briefly before regaining his "tough" demeanor.

"Every day." he replied in a hushed tone with a goofy grin. He dabbed his red bandana in a cup of water and wiped her pouty lips with a smile. Bridget blushed. He was really a charmer. He handed her the G.I issue turbopump with one hand, and nudged her harness back over to her with his engineer booted foot. She pushed a strand of cum-soaked hair back over her ear as she accepted the gift. He sparked his lighter and lit two cigarettes. His eyes met hers as he passed her one. She took a drag, her heart aflutter as he popped his into his mouth.

"You know Birdie..." he paused. She gazed at him as she bit her lip. "...Bridget..." Just then, a Meathead sat beside her and started rubbing himself through his jeans. She looked over her shoulder, and back at Johnny. Almost imperceptibly, she shook her head. His face hardened. "She's done, Tony. Give us some privacy."

The meathead scoffed, looked at the two of them, and went to get in line for the blonde. Johnny shook his head and chuckled. "Nevermind. I'll tell you later. " She wanted to say something. She wanted to say something she'd been keeping in for a long time, and for the first time she dared to hope he'd say it back to her. The three simple words caught in her throat. "Johnny...I...I..."

"I'll see you later, doll." he said. Her heart crashed back into her body. A weak smile spread over his face. Bridget sat still, desperately wanting to embrace him; but realizing just how soiled her clothing was, her shoulders sank.

"Yeah." she said. "I'll see you later." she picked up the turbopump and started to walk out. Suddenly Johnny stood and took her by the hand. He whirled her around and wiped the cum from her cheek. Bridget looked up into his eyes, her chest tight.

He kissed her. He kissed her deep and passionately and completely. She melted into his embrace and gave herself over to him in that moment. The entire world faded away as they pressed together, his lips pressed against hers for an eternity.

"I won't leave you again..." he whispered. Hearing the gutteral grunts around them, he sighed and followed up with ..."But you have to go. I'll see you soon. I promise." Bridget's eyes welled up and tears of joy streamed down her face. Her legs felt weak as she nodded.

"See you soon..." she replied before crushing herself against him again, their lips meeting tenderly. When the finally separated, he smirked as he wiped a tear from his eye before lightly tapping her chin with his fist before lifting her chin and staring into her eyes.

"Hey, no waterworks. After all, you're my girl..."