Fifty Mission Crush update

When Cliff opened his eyes and saw that ceiling overhead, his ceiling, all the little constellations and cracks and splotches of water damage that he’d never thought he’d memorized, he thought it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.

He just lay there, memorizing it all over again. Thinking that this and Jenny and a home-cooked breakfast was what he’d be waking up to for the rest of his life, or at least as long as he cared to think about.

“Penny,” Jenny’s voice came from his right. Cliff didn’t know if he could stand to look at her—he was nearly in tears from seeing a ceiling and then there was his wife, his wife the starlet, the actress, the model. The girl who everyone could agree with him on being the twentieth century’s Helen of Troy.

“Huh?” Cliff asked, daring to take a gander at her.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Jenny leaned across the bed to him, running her slender fingers through his shaggy hair, tracing the firm outline of his jaw and scrape through the stubble shadowing his cheeks.

“Sorry, serious bids only. The least you could offer me is a sawbuck.”

He pulled her over his body and kissed her gently. She smelled like a blossoming flower, fresh and dewy. He wondered if it was just how happy he was to be back with her or if he’d slept for so long that she’d had time to run through her morning routine. Come back to bed and just watch him relax in his own sheets like he was going to seep into them. It was what he would do if he caught her sleeping.

Cliff ran his hand over her milky skin—watching as his slightly roughened touch left a tinge of red on Jenny’s creamy flesh. “All the other guys were dreaming of pin-up girls and movie stars,” Cliff said, cupping a full, firm teat and squeezing the plump and perfect flesh of it. “I was the only guy with a girl no pin-up could compare to.”

Jenny kissed him lightly on the nose. “Who says I’m not a movie star, though?”

“Not me,” Cliff said, briefly taking his hands from her body to raise them in surrender.

Jenny ran her hand over his cheek, her fingers over his lips. “For an ace pilot, you seem pretty agreeable to me.”

“Only for my commanding officer,” he replied, cocking an eyebrow, raking his gaze over her young, delicately formed face.

Jenny squeezed her ample thighs together, making them touch over the bristle of her pubic thatch. Then she stretched her long legs as Cliff kissed her and she felt like some cartoon, going all spread-eagle because they’d stuck their finger into an electric socket.

She didn’t feel electricity, though, she felt a chill at the base of her spine as Cliff kissed her neck. She couldn’t believe he was ready for more already. They’d fucked virtually from dusk until dawn—now it was like he was as full of lust as he’d been when they first reunited. Like there was no depleting the reservoir of desire he’d built up for her.

“I don’t think I’m going to be in command for much longer,” Jenny moaned.

Cliff rolled on top of her. “Do you think there’s anything I wouldn’t do for you? Anything I wouldn’t go through for you?”

Jenny ran her hand down his stony belly, down to the hardness beaming from between his strong thighs. “Can you make this soft?” she asked impishly, but with a little seriousness. She had to wonder how much of Cliff’s lovemaking she could take. Was there some point at which her body would simply give out? Surely, the stamina Cliff had built up over the course of the war far eclipsed her own.

But what a way to go, a naughty voice in her own head put in.

The question hung in the air, Cliff smiling abashedly as his prick only throbbed harder and harder in Jenny’s grip. “Give me ten minutes. It should soften up a little by then.”

Jenny could imagine what they’d be doing for those ten minutes. And the ten minutes after that, and the ten minutes after that… “I suppose I’ll have to be soft enough for both of us.”

She stretched out underneath him, arching her back to press herself against his athletic body. She ran her palms up and down the smoothness of his flanks, wincing inwardly when she felt a puckered scar along his once pristine flesh. Cliff quickly distracted her from them though. Jenny was spun onto her hands and knees, her upper body braced against the bed’s headboard, with Cliff kneeling behind her and her wide, womanly ass.

“I thought I was in command!” Jenny squeaked.

Cliff ran his hands admiringly over her buttocks, plump and voluptuous, inviting the sharp little slap that his palm gave to one side of them. Jenny let out a slight yowl, but she couldn’t blame him. She’d long since realized all the attention that the bottom half of her hourglass figure drew, and Cliff at least had the courtesy to give her some delight to go along with his greedy affection for that portion of her anatomy.

“You’re an officer,” Cliff corrected. “You do your leading from the rear.”

Jenny gasped at his filthy joke. Well, this was what she got for marrying a military man and not some 4-F milksop. Cliff knew what to do with a dame and wasn’t quiet on the subject—not when they were alone.

“You man,” she keened shrilly.

“I kinda thought you liked that about me,” Cliff quipped.

“Sometimes more than others,” Jenny moaned. “A woman would know how this feels. A woman wouldn’t keep me waiting.”

And a woman would understand Jenny’s doubts about being able to properly satisfy Cliff and his never-ending passion, even as she quite appreciated how the wondrous feeling of being his went on and on. It was true what her mother said, women were smarter than men—but men had little enough brains to be single-minded, while women had enough to be of two minds on a subject, or even more.

“Waiting for what?” Cliff asked, aiming his manhood between Jenny’s plush thighs. He quickly answered his own question—reminded Jenny of what men got instead of brains—sinking himself deep into Jenny from behind.

The way he fucked her, the sex rolled together in Jenny’s overwhelmed mind, going on and on and on, in so many differing positions and methods that she felt less like she was making love to her husband and more like she was the centerpiece of an orgy.

In her scattered thoughts, Cliff was in front of her too, waving his heavy manhood at her lips. She engulfed it in her mouth while still feeling him pistoning into her sex. Jenny clenched hard on his penetration of her cunt and sucked even harder on him in her mouth, taking his cock to the back of her throat.

She didn’t let him draw himself out and thrust into her again, she worked her lips to suck him in deeper. Cliff gave in to her suction, pressing himself further and further into her throat. Inch by agonizing, rapturous inch, she took him until he was down in her gullet, her nose buried in his curly body hair. His hands locked behind her head as he rammed his hips forward.

Jenny held him in her for as long as she could. And at the same time, she felt him pumping into her sex, the echoing vibration of both his thrusts and her own pleasure, her own arousal, drumming through her body. She was numb: she had taken him so many times in so many ways.

Jenny felt him rutting into her with quick, demanding pumps, felt him in her throat until lights flashed in her eyes and her breasts heaved for what little air she could pull in. She pushed at his thighs, pushed him away, and was able to suck in a life-saving breath before he went back into her mouth.

Cliff fucked her mouth as he fucked her cunt—Jenny’s whole body was devoted to him, stroking him, sucking at him, drawing more hot blood into the already swollen length of his prick. It came into her harder and harder. His hips bruised her buttocks. His balls slapped at her thighs. But she was sure that when it finally ended, it ended in her mouth.

His prick swelled and shot and she choked on his cum as he held onto her hair. No matter how much she gagged, how much she gurgled, it didn’t matter. Jenny had to sate him. She swallowed the head of his jetting member again, wedging his fullness into her throat while he fed blast after blast of his thick cum down into her belly. She could still feel her cunt spasming around him, his prick lurching in her depths—the heat of another burning load poured into her stomach from the other end.

In her satisfaction, she felt like nothing more than a tank for his sperm. Cliff unloaded his balls and still had more for her, but Jenny was panting and gasping, her head hanging wearily, and instead of using her any further, Cliff handled himself. Jerking and pulling and cranking on his own shaft. Jenny marshalled her strength, reaching out to him, squeezing his balls to add to the pleasure he felt. She couldn’t bear to think that not even twenty-four hours after he’d come home to her, she couldn’t satisfy him.

“Come in my face,” she purred.

Jenny felt like Cliff should’ve been shocked at the suggestion, but he only grinned. “You never get enough, do you?” Now when he stroked his cock, it was aimed at her face.

“Of you? Or of that sweet cock?” Jenny cupped her breasts and lifted them up, refusing to give away how strained she was at keeping up with Cliff’s unending appetite for her. “I’ll never get enough of either of you. Mmm, even if you’re right in my face…”

Cliff looked down at her. Her nipples swelled upward, while her sex gleamed with wetness. His hand rushed on his cock faster and faster.

Jenny gazed at his handsome face, watching his eyes. “How do I look?” she asked laconically.

“Beautiful,” he muttered. “The most beautiful woman in the world. The most beautiful, hottest, horniest woman there is in the whole damn world.”

“And all for you,” Jenny moaned, rubbing her legs together. She still felt a spark of arousal, even now, not that she had the energy to do anything about it. “All of me is yours, for whatever you want to do to me.”

Cliff pushed his hips forward, lifting his prick. Jenny stared at its tip, the flaring slit in the middle of his cockhead. Her breathing quickened. She loved how his balls looked so full, even after they’d been making love for so long. She licked her lips, pushing her breasts together in offering.

“Ahhhh!” Cliff gasped, spurting his cum onto her chest.

Jenny cooed to feel his hot cum on her breasts, her fingers, taking her breath away. She looked down at her tits and saw his cum pooling in the tight cleavage she had made between her hands.

“Oh God, Cliff—there’s so much!” she mewled, his warm semen making her nipples tingle.

Cliff lowered his prick, ejaculating onto her stomach now, then into the soft hair of her pussy. Jenny ran her fingers through the curls of her snatch, then back up her belly to her breasts. Tilting her head back, her lips softly parted with the passion she felt, she watched Cliff’s hand as he raised his cock. His warm seed climbed up her body to her breasts, then onto her neck.

“Nhh, in my face!” she moaned. “Come on your wife’s face!”

Cliff did as she said, covering her lovely face with his pearly cum. Jenny closed her eyes, purring, as it rained all over her. The heat pulsed on her lips and chins, her nose. She opened her mouth and tasted his semen. She held her lips far apart as he gave her more, his hot cum splashing onto her tongue. Cliff watched her mouth fill, then his cum flowed over her cheeks and down her throat. Before, Jenny had been ravished by his lovemaking. Now she was absolutely inundated with it. And, in that feeling of ownership, of being claimed, Jenny’s resolve gave out and she collapsed to the bed.

***

Jenny came to at the feel of a damp sponge being drawn over her body, its wetness scouring her skin of Cliff’s cooling seed. She moaned as it came away, depriving her of the feeling of being marked by her husband, but replacing it with a replenishing sense of freshness. Not a substitute for a good long shower, of course, but in her benumbed, satiated state, it was enough for her to feel radiant with cleanness.

“I heard the other flyboys talking about doing that with this good-time girl or that,” Cliff confided in her. “I’m glad I waited to do that with you.”

“So am I.” With her closed eyelids cleaned of his semen, Jenny blinked them open. She saw that Cliff was showered and dressed, and her heart sank. She didn’t truly expect him to lay down with her when he’d just come all over her body, like a pig wallowing in muck, but a part of her liked the thought of him being so contented—as satisfied as she was—that he had no energy left for hygiene. “Where are you going?”

“First, to go let some people buy a few drinks for me,” Cliff said. “Then I’ll look for work. There’s a lot of fliers Uncle Sam’s kicked loose. The early bird gets the worm and I don’t want to get stuck with being a piano mover.”

“But what about…?” Jenny pulled the sheet back from her naked body, displaying herself to him. She’d felt a vague throbbing between her legs, but now she saw how reddened she was down there. She truly hadn’t been ready for how enthusiastically Cliff had made up for lost time, but she wasn’t sure any woman could’ve been. Except maybe Betty…

Cliff grinned and bent to kiss her freshly polished cheek. “I appreciate how willing the spirit is, Jen, but I think the flesh needs a rest. Anyway, we’ll have plenty more time for that this evening. That’s the great thing about V-Day. We don’t need to pack everything into a furlough. We have the rest of our lives to do absolutely whatever we want.”

But I can’t keep up with you… your first day back and you’re too much for me, sparing my feelings… I can’t be frigid, not with how often I thought about this, but then why am I letting you out of my bed when all I wanted for so long was to have you in it?