Fifty Mission Crush 5

Cliff came close enough for her to wrap her fingers around the thick member. “Mmmm… I can almost feel it inside me already.”

“Why don’t you find out how it tastes first?” Cliff asked, kneeling on the bed and pointing his cock at Betty’s mouth. “I may be outnumbered now, but I’m still the man of the house.”

“Mmm, you certainly are,” Betty cooed, sharing a look with Jenny that had the housewife giggling happily.

Jenny bit her lip and watched as Betty hungrily mouthed Cliff’s prick. She felt a swell of pride in her husband. Even half of him was enough to hold the attention of a man-happy vixen like Betty.

Jenny’s heart pounded strongly and her pulse flew along. She felt her womanhood clench in anticipation. Played with her own nipples to have some needed sensation, sensation that she was putting on hold so Cliff could give Betty the royal treatment. I love you so much, she thought.

Husband and wife traded quick looks—Cliff wondering, Jenny encouraging—before Cliff took hold of Betty’s long black hair and pulled her further down his long cock. Helping her to stuff more of it into her hot, wet mouth. Then, holding her in place with two hands on her skull, he began driving his prick in and out.

His hips jerking, Betty gagging slightly as she tried to hold all Cliff gave to her. She continually sputtered, sucking in breath when Cliff rode back out of her mouth only to immediately gurgle when he forced his way in again.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” Jenny whispered to Cliff, licking her lips as the show continued. “I couldn’t take all of that!”

“Neither can she!” Cliff grinned, dropping a hand down to Betty’s pert breasts, luscious as ripe fruit to the touch. He tightened his grip on a handful of the lush flesh while he jammed himself down into Betty’s throat. “That’s right, suck, suck. Let’s get all of that cock wetted down. I want it nice and slick for Jenny’s cunt.”

Betty spat herself free of having him in her throat. “What about me?” Betty gasped, wiping her smudged lipstick off on the back of her hand. “I’m doing all of the work around here!”

“I thought he was,” Jenny teased her.

Cliff chuckled soothingly. “I’ll eat you out,” he promised her. “Jenny hasn’t had any complaints about that.”

“Well, gadzooks, what are we waiting for?” Betty demanded, clapping her hands in girlish excitement. “Let’s get that pretty face onto my pretty muff!”

The succulent brunette dropped down on the bed and opened her long legs. Beneath the covers, she ran her hands provocatively along the insides of her thighs, clearly centering her touch on the outline of her womanhood.

“You’ll love it, baby,” Jenny whispered to her friend, needing to see her devoured so ardently it might as well be her own pussy getting eaten. “Cliff’s tongue can do anything his cock can—and a lot more!”

“As long as it does it to my clit, we’re golden,” Betty commented, wagging her eyebrows at Cliff.

Cliff evinced surprise at Betty’s earthiness, then flashed Jenny a look of approval for her friend. Playfully, he pushed her down beside Betty and pulled the sheet away from their two supple bodies. The combination of their perfect physiques could not have pleased him more.

He knelt on the bed between his two lovers and dropped his hand to Jenny’s sex. Jenny moaned when she was fingered, immediately rotating her hips in small circles to get as much friction as she could from the coitus his finger had initiated.

“Oh, ohhh, baby, you’re teasing me! Don’t!” Jenny pleaded, whimpering almost as much as she moaned. “Let me have it. Let me have your wonderful cock. I want Betty to see it fucks just as good as it looks. Please, darling, don’t make my poor pussy wait when it already has to share you with another girl…”

“Yes, Cliff, fuck her! Fuck that wife of yours! Show her the man she darn well married!” Betty rasped, her wild eyes shining with lusty enthusiasm. “Get that cock in her pussy and don’t take it out until she screams!”

Both women reached hungrily for Cliff’s prick and the pilot could only groan and try to hold in his passion as they fondled him from his cockhead to his balls. His manhood pulsed under their needy caresses, but he forced himself to stay in control, making them boil while they waited for him to explode.

Leaning forward, his hands traveled over both pairs of breasts, pinching and pulling on all four stiff, pink nipples they had to offer. Betty squealed. Jenny gasped. Both were filled with delight and a desire for more.

Cliff roved his hands carefully down their figures, thrilling to the smooth, supple flesh already mind-blowingly opulent just by being put on display. He tangled his fingertips in pubic thatches brown and black.

“Aahhhh, you wonderful son of a bitch!” Betty crooned, her ass flying into motion to impale herself on Cliff’s fingers.

“Fuck both of us, Cliff!” Jenny gasped out, hips flowing up and down like a babbling brook. All she could hear, beyond Betty’s effusive lust, was the lascivious sound of Cliff’s fingers stroking inside her, stirring her lust to something she could barely stand. “Both of us, yes, we need it so bad!”

“You’ll get it,” Cliff promised her with a smirk. “I’ve never let you down before, have I?”

“I’ve never wanted it this bad before! Oh God! I want you to fuck us both!”

Jenny forced her rapture-shut eyes open and saw Cliff’s rock-hard erection, shining with Betty’s saliva as her fingers traveled over it. Pride won out inside her when she realized how he was winning over both her and Betty. No matter her friend’s experience, she was panting and squirming because of Jenny’s husband. Jenny had often wanted to be as sophisticated and worldly as Betty was—now all Betty wanted was to be fucked like the housewife was!

It was such a turn-on she could barely stand it. She moved to tend her aroused husband, but thought better of it—remembering indelibly how much Betty had enjoyed getting to throat Cliff’s prick. Now Jenny straddled one of his sculpted calves and lowered her mouth to his prick.

Her tongue swirled over its length, licking and lapping, stealing away all the precum that had seeped out to replace what Betty had already swallowed. Jenny gulped it voraciously before moving her attention to the underside of his length. There she fluttered the tip of her tongue along his bloated veins, moving from his balls up to his seething glans. They felt so hot that if Cliff went inside her, Jenny wondered if she wouldn’t end up branded by him.

Seeing Jenny get her helping of Cliff, Betty moved in for her own. She eagerly straddled Cliff’s face and held her hairy snatch to his mouth, shifting her weight to rub herself against those lips that once only Jenny had gotten to kiss. Cliff quickly gave his tongue over to her creamy folds and Betty could only squeal. It wasn’t just that Cliff knew where a girl liked to be licked; it was that she was part of a daisy chain that was getting off sweet, wonderful Jenny too!

The sordid meeting of her husband’s tongue and her best friend’s womanhood made Jenny burn with lust. She sucked on Cliff even harder, reflecting how she wanted his cock even more. Not just his cock—she mouthed his balls, pulling on them and tonguing them like she was hungering for the cum that swelled them up to fullness. Then, anxiously, she let them out of her mouth and took his cockhead back between her lips.

Her pussy throbbed against Cliff’s leg: he was kicking out as Betty’s taste hit his tongue and to Jenny, that felt like she was riding on a washing machine. She licked and sucked diligently, amazed at how much she was getting off with just the hairy skin of Cliff’s leg. And the big cock she had down her throat, of course.

Jenny groaned lavishly from deep in her cock-stuffed throat, rubbing her clit back and forth against Cliff’s calf. She rode his leg like a galloping stallion, savoring how the fire spread quickly from where his flesh pressed against her sex. At the same time, her eyes were fixed on the sight of Betty’s naked body, swaying and writhing on top of Cliff’s face.

Her climax approached before she could even react. All of a sudden she was coming, washing Cliff’s sweaty legs with a river of her clear nectar. She sucked harder on his manhood, purring as the pleasure of the act sought to overrun her again.

Almost at the same time, Betty started to hyperventilate, her flushed body tensing, even cording with muscle. Betty leaned forward until her upper body rested against the headboard. She was only able to try and brace herself as Cliff pulled her gushing cream from deep inside of her. Her cries rose ecstatically until they were one animalistic howl.