4 comments/ 56487 views/ 13 favorites The Seduction of McKenzie Rose By: johnnieblue44 Professor John Gordon peered over his reading glasses from his podium, into the first row of the auditorium, to where she invariably sat in each of his advanced English lit classes. McKenzie. McKenzie Hayden Rose. He prided himself on being unflappable, never being distracted by one of his students, but the growing bulge beneath his khakis was betraying him on this particular occasion. Almost on cue, with that uncanny instinct that women of any age seemed to have when they have captured a man's attention, McKenzie shifted her weight in her seat and glanced up from her quiz paper to see him staring at her. She was unflustered, confident, very used to men of every age staring at her, such was her beauty. She was twenty but mature well beyond her years, perhaps in every way except sexually. At least, not yet. She had not had that proper mentor that she so yearned for. McKenzie smiled at Professor Gordon and dropped her head back to her paper. His excitement did not go unnoticed by her knowing eyes. She felt the familiar moistness between her legs when she thought of him, realizing that it must be her paper he was reading. Professor Gordon knew he had let his eyes linger upon her longer than he had wanted to and quickly surveyed the class to see if anyone else had been watching him. None had been. He continued reading the assignment paper from his now all-time favorite pupil. Perhaps her status had now been escalated to "special" with each sentence that he reviewed. This was the first time he ever recalled getting hard simply from a student's prose in all of his years of teaching college. Yes, she was special indeed. The topic of this project had been, "Adventure. Live Your Life." The directions that he provided to the class were very simple. Describe something that you had always secretly aspired to do, but had not yet allowed yourself to experience. Be vivid and descriptive. 250 words or less. It was an exercise designed to expand the student's creative thinking, and also served the dual purpose of seeing what motivated each student. He had not yet received a paper in his seventeen years of teaching like the one that McKenzie had written. "People, well, men especially," McKenzie wrote, "have always looked at me as the center of whatever expectations they have about me. Most are purely sexual, surface attraction only. I understand this, and admittedly, use it to my advantage when I find it convenient for me to do so. I even occasionally embrace that and indulge in my own pursuit of pleasures." It was about this time that Professor Gordon began to realize that McKenzie's paper would be very different than a run-of-the-mill project. "However," her words continued, scripted in impeccable penmanship with lavender ink, not computer-generated, the paper itself smelling distinctly of lilac, "With you, Professor Gordon, I sense something else, a connection much deeper. Your words, your demeanor, your patience, your grace, your dignity, your intelligence, your humor, they have all served to make me realize during this semester that you are the tutor, the teacher, who can teach me what I so desperately want to learn. To have a man truly make love to me, show me, educate me." "I shudder as I write this to you, trembling, a combination of fear and anxiety, but also of liberation and curiosity and excitement. I have written this to you with the implicit understanding that this is between you and I only, and that you will not betray my trust. In summary, I want my adventure to be.........us. Exploring. Teach me." Professor Gordon slowly folded the hand-written essay-to-end-all-essays and tucked it into his pants pocket, inches from his protruding swollen cock, waging an earnest war against the fabric of his briefs, who were losing the tug-of-war with each passing second. He made a mental note to thank his good genes, the Good Lord above, and his divorce lawyer for collectively putting him into this position. He glanced at McKenzie out of the corner of his eye without lifting his head. "If ever I saw an A-plus essay, that is the one," he mused. Extra credit hours would be most fun. For her part, McKenzie could barely concentrate on her pop quiz. When your mind, your thoughts, and your fantasy is on the professor's cock, imagining what it will taste like between her lips, and feel like deep in her cunt, it has a tendency to make dangling participles rather irrelevant. It took a lot of introspection for McKenzie to actually go through with her plan. However, the risk/reward calculations that she had made in her head eventually took precedence. McKenzie had always rather followed the lead of her men, who rarely knew what they were doing sexually, and more times than not, were finished before McKenzie had even begun her proverbial warm-up pitches. She had been with 8 guys in her young life, yes she had indeed counted, and before she ran out of fingers to count on, she wanted to have a REAL MAN. McKenzie was a model besides being a college student, and had received offers of all sorts on essentially a daily basis. A porn shot here, a strip club there, but that really didn't get her off. Besides her ample exterior beauty, which by all accounts was literally breathtaking, she was an extremely intelligent young woman who was blossoming spiritually, intellectually, emotionally. The only man she had truly cared about had treated her like dirt, and she was tired of that ilk of player. She wanted mature, she wanted erotic. She wanted the Prof. From his perspective, Professor Gordon contemplated the entire scenario. To fuck, or not to fuck, that was the question. Fucking won in a landslide. John Gordon had been an All-American baseball player in college. Such was his passion for his first love, baseball, believe it or not, he hadn't even lost his virginity until he was twenty. He traveled the minor professional leagues for eleven years, pursuing his passion, but his talent had not enabled him to reach the major leagues, the promised land, THE SHOW. Somewhere during that time, he had married Martha, whom he had met in North Carolina during one of his nomadic excursions in the minors, and they had a child. She convinced him, against every fiber in his being, to retire from the game and lead a 'normal' life. Was there such a thing? He did so once he reached thirty, and went back to school to get his Masters degree in his second love, literature. He became a professor, wrote a few books, and had hit it big when one of his novels had unexpectedly skyrocketed up the best-sellers list simply because one of the national female talk-show radio hosts liked how he looked in his jeans on the back cover of his book. He made millions in a short amount of time, surprisingly. What was not surprising, in retrospect, was how Martha had conveniently decided about this same time that their marriage had reached the point of 'irreconcilable differences', and she won a rather lucrative financial settlement against her now ex-hubby, who was much more interested in retaining at least joint custody of their three kids. He also wanted to return to the normalcy of his teaching. That had not left much time for women in the last several years, although his opportunities were rather bountiful. He was considered the most eligible bachelor at the small liberal arts school, yet the more uninterested he seemed, the more attractive he became to women throughout the school community. Sure, there was that 26-year-old human resources assistant with the big tits that he fucked on and off, and, of course, the trophy wife of the rich older benefactor, who used him for his cock, to use her own words. But, that was frivolous, though satisfying, sex. Truth was, Professor Gordon hadn't been truly enraptured by a woman in about four years now. Until McKenzie. This was truly a fortuitous collision of timing meeting opportunity. Although Professor Gordon was not a mathematician by trade, he knew what that equaled. Hot forthcoming sex with the young woman of his long-dormant fantasies. And, best yet..she wanted him more. Mercifully, the bell finally rang to signify the end of this session. The students gathered at the podium to drop off their quizzes. McKenzie lingered until the very end, literally trembling with anticipation of the professors' response. The professor feigned indifference as he dropped off her paper, nodding rather vaguely and absent-mindedly in McKenzie's direction. Her heart sank she slowly climbed the stairs to the exit. She wondered to herself panicked, "Oh, my God, what have I done, what was I thinking? He probably has a beautiful girlfriend that I know nothing about, and now he has my note as evidence and he'll turn me in. Oh, shit. I'll get kicked out of sch..." "Oh, Ms. Rose?" she heard from behind her. She jumped, and turned towards the podium, her face a bright crimson. Professor Gordon looked down at the light purple paper and held it to his nose, inhaling the seductive, sweet scent. "I give the perfume a B-plus, I prefer vanilla." He looked at her now, his green eyes blazing into her own. "However, I give the subject matter an unequivocal 'outstanding', perhaps the most thought-provoking and provocative essay I have ever encountered." McKenzie stared at him, frozen with a myriad of emotions. Her nipples unwittingly stiffened visibly beneath her tight tank top. "You have excellent taste, Ms. Rose, you have chosen very wisely to entrust me with this vital portion of your education. I would be most honored to provide you with additional tutoring, of course." McKenzie exhaled for what seemed to be the first time in an eternity, though it was only a few seconds. She didn't know whether to jump into this man's arms in an embrace or to get down on her knees right then and there. (By the way, it doesn't take a man with a masters' degree to tell a woman when in doubt over such a decision, always opt for kneeling. Men like that sort of thing.) "I have time available at 11:30 this coming Saturday morning. Shall we say, Starbucks in The Flats? Would YOU have an opening or two that afternoon? It might take quite a while. We have a lot to cover. Or uncover, as the case may be." McKenzie couldn't help but to smile. She nodded, off guard, yet relieved and tremendously aroused. "God, it's only Tuesday," she thought, "I'm going to have a lot of masturbating to do in the next 96 hours or so." "Thank you, Professor. I will see you then." She flipped her hair back and off of her shoulders. "Oh, no, thank YOU, McKenzie, glad to be of service." His eyes never wavered from hers for an instant. "And, McKenzie..?" "Yes, professor?" "If I'm going to make love to you I must insist you not be so formal". She blushed even more deeply, nodding ascent. "Please call me........," he paused for dramatic effect, yet couldn't help but to break into a wide boyish grin. "Adonis." She burst into laughter. With that, he turned and walked out of the room, leaving McKenzie to scurry from the room in search of the nearest ladies' room to find release. The next 96 hours did indeed go interminably slow for both of them. Thursday was the worst, when they again had class. McKenzie chose not to sit in her usual front row seat, perhaps trying to be inconspicuous. Professor Gordon thought that McKenzie probably didn't fully realize that she couldn't be inconspicuous at a blind man's convention in a forest on a moonless night at midnight. Both had canceled their scheduled Friday night dates with others. The Professor begged off of his bi-weekly fuck session with Hot Trophy Wife, choosing to conserve his energy for Saturday's 'tutorial', which promised to be a marathon. McKenzie asked for a rain check with the hot guy she had met at one of her recent modeling sessions. She had been unusually promiscuous lately, almost constantly horny. Since her last boyfriend had broken up with her, she was on a sort of 'revenge fucking' pattern, much to the delight of a few very fortunate part of the male population in the small college town. She had bedded three different guys within the last month, and there was a very good chance that Model Beefcake Boy would have made it four. Yet, she, too, wanted to be fresh for Saturday for what promised to be the apex of her carnal experiences to date. Perhaps Trophy Wife and Model Beefcake Boy would meet up in the Flats on Friday night and seek their own gratification together. But, who cared? McKenzie spent a restless night on Friday, tossing and turning, and waking up virtually every hour to provide some self-imposed manual stimulation, fantasizing about he Professor's cock that would undoubtedly be inside of her by later that day. She got up for a run in the cool pre-dawn chill to work off her nervous energy, and spent the remainder of the morning taking a long, hot, bubble bath, again bringing herself twice to climax, and then deciding for the next several hours what she would wear, from the way she wore her hair, to her perfume ("He likes VANILLA?"), to her shoes, to her bra and panties, to her lipstick, to her outfit. Little did McKenzie know that no matter what she wore, it was almost enough to bring her mirror to erection, so stunning a young woman was she. She ultimately decided on a white flowered sundress that stopped just above the knee, perfect for this clear, crisp, Indian Summer morning. It was strategically a size too small. McKenzie thought it was a wonderful combination of flirty and slutty. What were those Gretchen Wilson song lyrics? "I wear my clothes a little tight just to watch the little boys come undone." Or something like that, McKenzie hummed to herself. The dress accentuated her firm, full breasts and shapely, slim, though muscular calves. It also hinted enough of thigh when she sat to leave just the right amount to the imagination. Her bra was also a size too small, not that she needed any more enhancement, and her taut nipples poked prominently through the cotton material. Her thong was the smallest and sheerest and tiniest of tan lace, and she had already had to change from the pink one that had gotten virtually soaked through in a matter of minutes. McKenzie had never experienced anything like the rush of juices rushing through her lips and oozing out from her folds. It embarrassed and aroused and excited her, all at the same time. "GOD, do I want to fuck this man," she moaned softly to herself, adjusting her ample tits in the mirror for the umpteenth time. She finally settled on a pair of two-inch-heeled open-toed beige sandals, comfortable instead of slutty. "At least from the ankles down," she thought. Her brown hair cascaded over her shoulders and more than halfway down her back, tossed over one eye. She also perused her fragrance music box and chose "Anais, Anais" which had a light, fresh lemony air. "He'll just have to get over the lack of vanilla", she mused in mock petulance. For his part, Professor Gordon was more interested in cleaning up his bachelor pad. He wasn't certain how much of an aphrodisiac it would be for a stunning twenty-year-old woman to enter the living room of his house filled with his nine year-old's baseball equipment and Pokemon cards, among other kiddie paraphernalia. He dressed quickly in a pair of navy blue linen shorts, tucking his constantly twitching cock, already awash in pre-cum from just thinking about her, into the pant legs, and pulled on a light blue Polo shirt and a pair of penny loafers. "God, I must look old and nerdy," he thought, looking at himself in the bedroom mirror, sucking in his stomach, still relatively flat but no longer rock hard. "But, JESUS, do I want to fuck this woman. It's a good thing my cock is still rock hard." He smiled. That was the one thing that a younger woman never seemed to fully anticipate, he was naturally blessed with size, strength, stamina, sensuality, and skill. If he were still a baseball player, they would say he had five-star tools. Play ball. She saw him already sitting in the outdoor patio seating area reading the paper and sipping from the contents a small cup. Goosebumps rose on her forearms as he couldn't see anything or anyone else. She was completely oblivious to the delivery boy who had just crashed his bike into the curb from ogling her, as well as the men rushing to the plate glass window of the adjacent barber shop, nudging each other out of the way to get into position for a better view of her. He became aware of her presence from her clean, beautiful scent (it just had to be her) as she creeped tentatively forward, but did not acknowledge her yet. It was as if an animal in the woods realizes his soon-to-be-mate is in close proximity just from the combination of the tactile sense of scent and the intangible allure of intuition. He continued to peer intently into his newspaper, his reading glasses teetering from the bridge of his nose, twirling a finger around his curly salt-and-pepper hair, just the way McKenzie had adoringly watched him do thousands of times in his classroom. Just as she was about to open her mouth in greeting from a few yards away, his head sprang up suddenly and his smile nearly made McKenzie swoon. "Hello, Ms. Rose, please, won't you join me?," offering the chair closest to him. She gathered her senses quickly. "Good morning, Professor Adonis, er, Gordon, um, why hello, John. Fancy meeting you here." It was her way of gaining her own portion of control of the proceedings, by initiating and inviting teasing banter. She smiled, pleased with herself, immediately at ease. He loved it. "Ah, a well informed, prompt smart ass. My kinda woman." They both smiled as she eased into the seat next to him, her legs grazing his intentionally as she did so. "However, I have one apprehension about today." He suddenly looked at her gravely, and again, her heart sank. "Oh, no, I knew it," she thought. He leaned closer to her, his face now so close to hers she could feel his soft, warm breath upon her cheeks. "Are you sure you're not a little too old for me?" She tossed her head back and roared with laughter, her charming, lilting happy giggle causing the other patrons to look quizzically at them, seeking the source of the humor. The men looked on with envy, the women with fascination. The murmurs. "This has to be a father-daughter meeting, doesn't it, this attractive couple from two generations?" "You don't think they're..?" The couple who was attracting all of the attention were oblivious to it, their worlds being focused solely and wholly on each other. While McKenzie's head still tilted back in laughter, John grabbed her face tenderly in his hands and looked at her earnestly. "McKenzie," he said, his eyes gazing upon her mouth and lips, "I've just noticed, it looks like there's something wrong with your mouth." McKenzie gulped in mid-giggle, aghast. She had spent HOURS trying to make sure every little detail was attended to, so that she would be at her ultimate sexiest. She dabbed at an imaginary blemish. She stammered, "What is it, John?" He looked at her, tilting his head. "My cock isn't in it yet." She held her hand to her mouth and literally doubled over in convulsions, laughing, relieved, relaxed, turned on. John held her hand and waited for her blushing to subside. God, she was cute like a little girl, but incredibly sultry, like the most beautiful and seasoned of Greek Goddesses. "Are your panties wet?" "If you only knew," she thought, shifting in her seat. It felt like her cunt was ablaze. She again nodded shyly. "Well, then, Ms. Rose, go into the bathroom and take them off and bring them to me. Oh, and that bra as well, please. You won't be needing that. I want to see your nipples poking through that dress even more" McKenzie looked around the patio anxiously, fearing everyone could hear their conversation. In fact, no one could, but virtually everyone wished that they could. It was fairly apparent now what was going on, the seduction of a young, beautiful woman by an older, suave man. Or, was it the other way around? The Seduction of McKenzie Rose Ch. 02 This is a continuation of "The Seduction of McKenzie Rose" which I originally posted in the summer of 2008. I have had numerous requests to bring this steamy rendezvous between the good Professor and fair McKenzie to a climax. Or multiple climaxes, as the case may be. I am pleased to finally be able to acquiesce to the encouraging and complimentary requests. But this will be just another brief installment, a pleasant interlude, so to speak. But you shall not be disappointed, I am confident. McKenzie will assure your satisfaction and captivate your interest to learn and explore more with she and her teacher. So, before venturing further, dear reader, first read the initial installment, so you can play along at home with the characters. Please be assured there is more, much more to cum. My goal as an author, as always, is to induce you to cum along with the characters. Enjoy. * The young college student who bussed the tables at Starbucks recognized McKenzie, who was perhaps the most recognizable coed on campus in this small town, and watched her impossibly tight butt sashay away as she hung on the Professor's shoulder. The high-noon angle of the sun rendered McKenzie's dress virtually transparent in the sunlight, and he could look right through the dress to see the silhouette of her long legs, and he imagined her bare, saturated pussy lips protruding through the front of the dress, and wished that he had a frontal view. Since all of the other male patrons in Starbucks, as well as most of the females, were watching the couple enviously, he surreptitiously scooped up the bra and tan, lace thong that were abandoned on the table, and stuffed them beneath his apron as he went through the motions of cleaning up the table. He scurried to the bathroom himself seconds later to rub McKenzie's still sopping panties over his throbbing cock and he exploded his own jism into the material. Countless times, the young man had fantasized about fucking the gorgeous coed, and this was the next best thing. He had himself quite a souvenir. Blissfully unaware that her thong had a cock wrapped around it, McKenzie slid into the passenger seat of the Professor's Lexus convertible, exposing as much of her long, tanned looks as she could. Just before John closed the door, she purposely opened her legs wide so that John could get an unobstructed view of her gleaming, just-fucked slit. From inside the plate glass window of the barber shop close to where John had parked his car, Sid the Barber was unwittingly treated to the same view, and the septuagenarian dropped his scissors on the floor with a loud crash as he caught a glimpse of his first 'live' pussy in nearly a decade. McKenzie was leaving a trail of innocent victims aged nineteen to seventy-five in her trail of drive-by wanton sexuality. It seemed that half of the men in the small college town were either hard or drooling in admiration. However, her focus was solely on the soon-to-be-fifty-year-old handsome man who eased into the driver's seat. It was his large cock that had just nearly split her soaked cunt apart in the ladies room minutes ago, and it was this same gorgeous dick that she was determined to be sucking within mere seconds. "Start the fucking engine, already," she thought, reaching over to caress John's thigh, mesmerized by the twitching bulge beneath his tight shorts. John's own legs spread apart in his seat and McKenzie's eyes lingered downward from his lap and she admired the muscular thighs, his lean, athletic calves, and another spurt of nectar oozed from between her legs as she imagined how her own legs would feel wrapped around his torso, gripping his cute butt in a death-grip with her legs encircling his ass as he bore furiously into her love canal. Her carnal thoughts were interrupted as John directed the car smoothly into what passed for traffic in this small, sleepy town, and she felt his own strong hands tug on the rising hemline of her now-wrinkled sundress. He parted her legs, almost lewdly, and with the skill of an accomplished magician, McKenzie soon realized that both of her legs were spread so that her ankles rested on the dashboard, and her dress was pushed up almost to her belly button. She felt the cool, autumnal breeze cascade into her humid cavern, and was it her imagination, or did a small wisp of steam emanate from the pulsing slit of her exposed pussy? The impromptu vaginal manhole was soon expertly filled with John's index finger of his right hand, as he held the steering wheel with the other, leisurely finger-fucking her as they drove at about twenty miles an hour, down Main Street. America's heartland was getting an eyeful this day, a beautiful twenty-year-old raven-haired model leaning back in the reclining seat of a convertible, while her handsome teacher/lover explored her boiling cunt unassumingly. She leaked sweet juices onto the plush upholstery under her ass as he pushed a second, and then a third digit into her tunnel, each finger turning and twisting inside of her cavity. His experienced fingers curled upward into the spongy mass of her ever elusive g-spot on her upper vaginal wall, and instantaneously, her narrow pelvis bucked like a wild bronco. When he lifted a finger onto her sensitive clit and spun it around in a figure-eight contour, it was as if he had ignited an 'on' switch for an internal clitoral pyrotechnic display. His eyes never left the road as she groaned and writhed and squirmed to his expert touch. McKenzie had never had a man with the intuition and talent such that she didn't have to choreograph his movements within her. She couldn't delineate one exploding orgasm from the next, her eyes glazed over half-closed, only vaguely aware that John seemed to be waving to familiar faces as he drove towards his house. Before she knew it, they were in his driveway as the automatic garage door opener hummed and granted them access into his garage, and they disappeared from public view, from bright sunlight to sudden damp, darkness of the small garage. The door shut behind them as John walked over to the passenger door as McKenzie tried to gather her wits, still trembling from the after-shocks of the small tsunami that rumbled throughout her body, the waves of cum crashing time and again into and out of her pussy lips. He smiled down at her, rather cockily, as he watched her beautiful flawless face quiver with fully-sated ecstasy, her flat stomach heaving uncontrollably, the sundress bunched almost to her huge tits, but he wasn't expecting her next movement. Not at all. As he gently opened the door, prepared to lift and carry McKenzie to his lair, she suddenly leaped from her seat like a predator who surprised her prey. In one swift, almost violently purposeful movement, she grabbed at the button on John's shorts and yanked it apart, the button spiraling into the wall, crashing against a weed-whacker, the force of her downward yank ripping the seams of his shorts as they fell in shreds to the floor of the garage, and she placed his purple, engorged cockhead between her full, ruby lips, rubbed his shaft vigorously and cupped his magnificently heavy balls, all at once. She surprised him with both her strength and alacrity of movement, and she twirled the much larger man around 180-degrees. Since his shorts were torn and bunched at his ankles, she stood up and traded positions, pushing him backwards into the passenger seat, ass up, big balls bouncing, legs straight up towards the ceiling, and she orally assaulted his cock, balls, and ass hole with a zeal that John could not have begun to fathom. Many a woman had sucked his large, thick cock with a wild-eyed enthusiasm, but never like this. The worm had indeed turned, McKenzie had assumed complete command. She lifted her head from the incredibly sensitive crevice between the base of his shaft and his anus, but never stopped maniacally massaging his huge shaft with her tiny, talented hands. She raised her head and eyed him with a fury that almost unnerved the once overly-confident mentor, pointing his twitching cock like a missile, aiming it directly at a pre-determined target. Her face. "Who do you think you're dealing with, Professor?" McKenzie hissed and growled, disdainfully spitting a large strand of saliva onto his dick, and using her fingers to trace a wet strand back to her mouth. He groaned, propping himself up on his elbows, stumbling over himself now so that he could attempt to see the brazen display unfolding in front of him, his dick now held captive by the hormonally crazed young sexual warrior, a literal POW (Penis-Of-War). She was barely twenty and he was in his late forties. This wasn't supposed to happen this way. Was it? McKenzie sucked on him so ambitiously that John thought for a second he would be the first victim of a penile amputee in the history of garage warfare, she might tug his dick straight off at the roots. It was painful, and John was not a proponent of either absorbing nor administering pain, but goddamn, it felt so fucking GOOD, too. She released his cock from her oral booby-trap and continued her verbal tirade, stroking his shaft while easing a manicured finger into his asshole, her nails scraping the walls of his rectum. "You think you can ride through town and show my cunt off like some little trophy slut, some little tramp conquest?" She plunged her finger deeper into his asshole, reaching his prostrate now, feeling the unmistakable swelling of his testicles, a sign of his impending explosion. "Huh, do you?" She sneered up at him. His head rocked back and forth like a bobblehead on a swizzle stick now. She was his. Hook, line, sinker, and cock. She took his huge dick and positioned it so that it was the equivalent of a long-necked pistol between her eyes. "Do you know who I am?" She shouted at him now, seemingly crazed. He looked at her glassy-eyed, rendered totally mute, incapable of uttering anything other than guttural groans. "I'm McKenzie Rose, Professor. Remember? Every man in town wants to fuck me. I decide which cock I get to use for my pleasure, understand?" She screamed at him while gripping his massive manhood in a manual vice. He nodded meekly, pain and humiliation fighting with the pleasure rumbling from within his balls. "Good. Now let that huge, gorgeous cock cum all over my face." When John had completed the most powerful ejaculation that he had ever experienced and awakened from his momentary coma, McKenzie was not only covered from forehead to collarbone, hungrily lapping up every gob of what felt like ounces of sex-kitten-induced semen, she had once again been magically transposed into a happily cooing, obsequious subordinate. "Professor Gordon?" She cooed softly, batting her cum-stained eyelashes at him. "Would you take me into your house now and tie me up and lick my hot pussy? Pretty please?" With that, she pulled her dress over her shoulders and stood gloriously naked before John, who was still hunched over on his car seat, exhausted, his still erect cock dripping the final droplets of whatever cum remained in his testicles. She dropped the dress directly onto his cock and it hung there as she giggled at the sight, delighted with her aim. "Hey, thanks for hanging my dress, Professor. Nice catch." He watched her perfect ass jiggle into his house through the side garage door, her image in the rear-view mirror as he scrambled to his feet. He was determined to regain some semblance of carnal control over this nutty nubile nympho, and he audibly groaned when he heard her words over her shoulder. "I'll be on your bed when you're recovered, Professor. And, we'll be needing a few of your neckties." McKenzie lay nude and spread-eagled on the downy mattress as John walked into the bedroom, now naked himself, and he observed the scene from the doorway for a short time as McKenzie leisurely diddled her twat. McKenzie, once again demure and submissive, gazed directly at John's still taut and athletic body, her eyes lingering at his half-erect cock, which dangled down below his lemon-sized testicles. Collectively, it was the most impressive collection of genitalia that McKenzie had ever witnessed, and she expressed her sincere appreciation in three simple words as she continued to run her fingers gently over her mound. "God, you're hung!" John smiled despite himself, and walked towards the closet and extracted a tie rack adorned with perhaps two dozen silk neckties. McKenzie propped herself up on the bed with one elbow, in anticipation of the next event in their carnal decathlon. She squealed delightedly. "Oh, goody, do I get to pick?" John walked to the edge of the bed and kissed McKenzie tenderly on her ample breast, his tongue flicking and darting around the full, dark brown pearl of her areola. While he had duly distracted her attention, he reached into the nightstand drawer next to his bed and pulled out a set of sturdy handcuffs and dropped them softly on the bottom of the bed. McKenzie still hadn't noticed the restraints, her head was tilted back in pleasure and her eyes were closed, enjoying John's tongue-lashing of both of her tits now. The professor gently lifted the young student from her prone position on the bed and placed a pillow perpendicular to the bras headboard, and leaned McKenzie's torso against it. He took both of her wrists and spread her arms as widely as they could go, so that she was in a 'T' position, almost as if she were on a crucifix, and held them to the headboard. "Stay still, don't move," he directed her. She obediently followed his soft-spoken command. He reached down behind his back and brought the handcuffs to her respective wrists before she was even aware of their existence, and he expertly tethered her wrists to the back of the brass bed, clamping the cuffs shut with authority, and he stood before her and admired his handiwork, stroking his quickly hardening cock. The pupils of her sparkling blue eyes widened in a mixture of anxiety and pure lustful apprehension. "We'll save the silk ties for other activities, Ms. Rose. You require some sturdier restraint for our upcoming tutorial." Her eyes were riveted on his dangling cock like the proverbial deer in the headlights. It was huge, and size mattered to McKenzie. A lot. She had just sucked it carnivorously, she had fucked it far too briefly, yet still, she was ravenous for it, desiring it again and again. Everywhere, in all of her holes. She was insatiable, she barely heard his words, hypnotized by the mesmerizing swaying of his big, beautiful dick. He smiled down at his captive prey, submissive and needy once more. "Think of a number between one and one hundred," he whispered, lifting her buttocks and placing another downy pillow under her sensational ass cheeks, pausing to admire her brown-puckered anus which parted as he did so. She giggled. "Sixty-nine, what else?" He nodded in consent. "You've chosen wisely." He leaned over to the digital alarm clock on the nightstand and observed the time. One nineteen. He wound the dials and set the timer for two twenty-eight. He stuck two fingers in her mouth like a fishhook, parting her lips, and his face lowered to her breasts. "I will now eat you for sixty-nine minutes," he announced, and proceeded to suck on her tanned, taut, 36-d natural twenty-year-old tits that would make a Playboy photographer drool. McKenzie moaned as her mature lover stroked her nipples with his thumbs, making them harden under his touch. She closed her eyes as he took her gloriously responsive nipple between his lips, his tongue moving like a serpent's tongue, lightly piercing from side to side. He gently squeezed her other nipple between his thumb and index fingers, making the pert nub even more erect. He was enjoying his work and her spectacular body's responses. It was such a turn-on to please beautiful women, he thought, and McKenzie's beauty was the apex of all of the gorgeous women that he had pleasured. McKenzie opened her eyes to watch the show and wished she could free her hands to run them through John's incredibly sexy, thick, salt-and-pepper hair. Instead, she had to be satisfied, for now, as a voyeur with a front row show to her own gratification and indulgence. She twirled her tongue around her lips, still tasting his salty seed in her mouth, as another moan escaped from her lips as he gently bit into her breast. John circled her nipple with his tongue, then slid it along to the other, which he again took between his lips, sucking gently. He loved hearing her moan, and, teasingly, moved his hand down between her long legs. With his middle finger he rubbed her pussy lips excruciatingly lightly and slowly . John could easily feel the heat radiating from her, the damp patch seeping like a small stream. He wanted to taste her so badly, wanted to push his tongue deep inside her, drinking her juices, yet he also wanted to prolong her agony. After all, they still had sixty-one minutes. He continued his deliberate southward journey, savoring the taste of her skin, licking her navel, pushing his palm down on her mound. His own willpower was wearing thin. "Ms. Rose, would you perhaps want your cunt sucked now?" From his vantage point inches away from her sopping gash, looking up at her flushed face, he had a hunch what her answer would be. His student nodded furiously. "Yes! Please!" She was biting her bottom lip, her eyebrows drawn together in frustrated concentration. So polite now, he mused. John smiled, and made his way down her slender body, his tongue tracing a line over her pussy, but skipping over it completely as she groaned her dismay, and he stopped at her inner thigh. He kissed just below her snatch ever so softly, and enjoyed the small golden hairs of youth tingling on the soft skin of her inner thighs. He intended to tease her for as long as he could. He next kissed up her thigh, and then moved languidly over to her other leg. McKenzie though her cunt was going to spontaneously combust from heat. Her clit throbbed through the salmon-hued folds of her labia, opening up like a spring crocus. John flattened his tongue and licked a slow descent from just below her pussy to the tip of her anus, taking what felt to McKenzie like an eternity. She bent her legs at the knees, and raised them, allowing him to unfettered access to her pulsing, innermost nether regions. John paused for just a moment, staring at her fully exposed and vulnerable young pussy. Her pubic hair was neatly groomed, waxed into a narrow strip of dark brown hair. Her pussy was small and perfectly formed like the rest of her body. He examined her outer lips, which were significantly swollen and pink from her arousal, glistening with moisture. With his thumbs, he gently opened her up, and then slid a single finger slowly inside her wet hole, moving it in and out, spreading her juices all over her pussy. He leaned forward, breathing in her musky scent, and slowly ran his tongue up and down over her pussy lips, smiling to himself as he heard the young beauty gasp. Her legs parted, allowing him a better look. Her clit was swollen, throbbing, pulsing, gleaming, begging for attention, essentially screaming, "Eat me!" But, he wasn't ready to venture back there yet. Slowly, teasingly, John extended his tongue and pushed it deep inside her cunt, moving it in slow circles, lapping up her sweet juices, feeling her vaginal muscles clench around his dancing tongue, strong and long. McKenzie cried out softly as the first of dozens of mini-orgasms wracked her being, and she pushed herself down forcefully onto John's tongue. She closed her eyes, her fingers gripping the rims of the handcuffs tightly as he replaced his tongue with two long fingers. They moved slowly in and out of her pussy, slightly bent, rubbing lightly over her sensitive g-spot, evoking another burst of love juice. The Seduction of McKenzie Rose Ch. 02 John fucked her with his fingers for a moment, then, with a wicked grin, bent his head and took her hard, aching clit between his lips. With his mouth firmly in place, he swirled his tongue around the erect little nub, making McKenzie cry out involuntarily, her hips bucking against his face, and he thrust his fingers deeper into her now weeping pussy. "Oh my God, John, I'm coming so hard!" She cried out wildly, her hips fucking his saturated face, desperately trying to hold his mouth in place on the center of the universe now, her clit. John quickly moved his mouth up to her pearl, his tongue lapping up her pussy juice as she exploded with another powerful orgasm. And another. And, well, you get the picture. He looked up at her, smiling at her flushed face and frantic eyes. Using his arms to support him, he slid up and kissed her, pressing his lips hard against hers, sharing with her the taste of the delights that he had found between her legs. "Enjoy that?" John asked, gently biting her bottom lip. She nodded, semi-comatose, a small river flushing out of her love hole. "Good," he said, placing one more pillow under her pelvis, suspending her as a few feet off of the mattress. He took her legs and placed them up against her stomach and chest so that she was balled into a contortion where her knees almost touched her nose. He lowered his head, disappearing from McKenzie's sight in her awkward position, but this she heard. "Because now I'm going to eat your asshole." McKenzie had been secretly hoping for this moment, none of her inexperienced, fumbling neophyte lovers had the confidence, skill, nor inclination to pursue such an intimate, naughty act. And she loved anal play. "Bon appetit, professor," she said agreeably, spreading her legs wide so that he could orally probe each alcove of her tasty ass. As his tongue encircled her anus in twists and curls and arcs and bends, his fingers explored her gaping cunt in swivels and zigzags and undulations and flourishes and curlicues, and McKenzie convulsed in a series of paroxysms, layers and layers of milky white cum coating her thighs and John's face. And then the doorbell rang. John raised his cum-covered face from McKenzie's ass and mumbled, "What the fuck?" He stumbled to his feet and wagged a finger at McKenzie, cuffed to the bed. "Um, uh, don't move." It was all he could think to say. Not very professorial, he realized, but, hey, you try thinking straight when a doorbell interrupts analingus. He peeled up a blind and saw his unexpected visitor. "Shit," he mumbled to himself. "Oh, shit." It was Jill, a/k/a, Hot Trophy Wife, the married woman that he occasionally fucked and whom he had blown off last evening's sexual aerobics to suppress his energy for this very reason. To have ample stamina for McKenzie, which he knew he would need. A bead of sweat ran from his forehead down to his cum-filled mouth, mixing the two flavors together on his lips. McKenzie watched his reaction from her nearly upside-down and bound position on the bed, her cunt still pouring juice into her gaping anus. She knew instinctively from his flustered demeanor that it must be a woman. "Don't worry, Professor Gordon," McKenzie purred huskily. "Is she cute?" John's pussy-juice-covered jaw felt as if it would hit the carpet, but he mustered a candid reply. "Very." The young vixen raised and wiggled her pelvis seductively and glanced first at John's cock, and then down at her own gleaming pussy. "Then invite her in. We can all share." To be continued, soon. The Seduction of McKenzie Rose Ch. 03 This is a continuation of the very well-received series, "The Seduction of McKenzie Rose" which were originally posted in the 'Mature' category. This will be the steamy grand finale between the good Professor and fair McKenzie, as well as their surprise guest, who fits in very well. My suggestion is, before venturing further, dear reader, first read the initial installments, so you can play along at home with the characters. My goal as an author, as stated previously, is to induce you to cum along with the characters. I'm quite confident that you shall. Loosen your zippers...........aaah, that's it. * John's eyes lit up when he heard the handcuffed McKenzie's blatant proposal. He stared at the sensational coed, whose cunt and anus were still oozing a combination of McKenzie's love juices as well as his saliva from the vaginal and anal licking he had just administrated upon his student. His dick, already in a state of perpetual arousal from the adrenalin-charged marathon encounter with this sexual wildcat, grew even longer and thicker, which did not go unnoticed by McKenzie's watchful eyes. She had found it hard to take her gaze off of the professor's magnificent dick ever since she had seen it, felt it, sucked it, fucked it, all through the afternoon. He pop-quizzed his restrained student, manacled to the bedpost. No running from this question, he thought. "Are you saying, McKenzie, that you would want....another woman....?" He truly didn't know what answer he would prefer the most, but he put nothing past McKenzie. Intelligent though she was, she didn't seem to even know how to spell 'no'. The doorbell rang again, distracting John momentarily. He had almost forgotten his other lover was at the door. The beautiful Jill was many things, and insistent was at the top of her list. She knew damn well John was in there, and with another woman, and she wasn't going anywhere until John answered the fucking door. Hell, virtually the whole town was gossiping about it now, that's how Jill had found out. Their ride around town had garnered much attention. McKenzie leered at him with a sinister grin. How could someone so young have this much control over my mind, John thought to himself. The young sex kitten replied, licking her lips, "Let's have you invite her up and we'll find out, shall we?" John's curiosity got the best of him and he couldn't resist one more question as the doorbell rang for a third time. "Have you ever been with a woman before?" McKenzie's eyes twinkled mischievously as she squirmed on the mattress. "Maybe," she teased. John headed out the bedroom door and down the steps. He then heard her whisper just loud enough so he could hear her. "And maybe not." John shrugged. 'No one is ever gonna believe this story', he thought to himself as he walked down the steps, erect and naked, shaking his head in wonder. 'Oh, well, no sense getting all dressed up.' He cracked open the front door, just a smidge, to see Trophy Wife Jill, his steady extra-curricular fuck, standing with hands on her curvy hips, tapping her tennis shoe resolutely on the front step. She was adorned head-to-toe in a sexy, designer tennis outfit, a tight, white blouse and SHORT ruffled skirt which displayed almost all of her tanned, toned, defined, muscled calves and thighs, gams which could easily put Anna Sharapova to shame. Jill peered inside the door, looked down, and saw....IT. Despite her anger, she couldn't help but to suppress a smile. It was this sexy, irascible man's nature to do something so brazen and irreverent as to answer the door nude for one lover when another lover was quite obviously inside. That's why Jill found the professor so fucking irresistible. Well, that, and that Superman cock of his. Just like McKenzie, Jill couldn't help but to stare at John's perfect example of manhood as it waved a charming 'hello' to her, twitching and flopping in its semi-turgid condition. She pulled herself together, not permitting herself to be mesmerized by his cock, which she had long ago fallen helplessly 'in lust' with, and pushed her way in from the outer vestibule. "Where is she?" she asked, getting right to the point, immediately letting him know that SHE knew. John didn't even try to equivocate or feign innocence. He wanted to play this out, he was 'all in' now, no bluffing. "Upstairs, naked, tied to the bed." He waited until Jill absorbed that one, and grinned internally when he saw her blink. She wasn't expecting that answer, that was for sure. "C'mon in, it's so good to see you, what a nice surprise." She wriggled from his attempt at a welcome hug, although at the same time, she was battling the urge to drop to her knees and swallow that long serpent of a cock. From the master bedroom, McKenzie's sweet voice echoed down the stairwell, in her best little-girl, sing-song shrill inquiry. "Daddy, whoooooo IS it...?" John burst out laughing, he couldn't help himself despite the awkwardness of the situation and the potential ramifications. What a set of balls, figuratively of course, on this young minx, he chuckled. He just may have met his match in more ways than one with McKenzie. She already had something in her favor that Jill couldn't do with a whoopee cushion. McKenzie made him laugh. Jill raised an eyebrow when she heard McKenzie's voice, and John smiled at her, inwardly pleased at Jill's distaste for not being in control of a situation, for once. Truth was, although John LOVED to fuck Jill, she was a sexual partner of Olympian magnitude, he really didn't LIKE her very much. Yet,that didn't stop John from looking right up her tennis dress to admire her strong, tight ass, barely concealed in a tiny white tennis panties, as she walked up the stairs in front of him to investigate the scene of the crime. Jill stopped dead in her tracks as she approached the bedroom door. Even from the corridor, she could see McKenzie's beautiful torso shackled to the bed frame, the same headboard that Jill had so often gripped in delirious frenzy as she herself was being fucked senseless by John's huge dick. McKenzie's arms were still spread wide, in a crucifix position, and Jill glanced down to see the puddle of moisture on the bed, glazing McKenzie's taut thighs. John stood behind Jill, who was strangely speechless, and began to rub her shoulder with one hand while cupping her ass with the other, surreptitiously hooking his thumb into the waistband of her panties and beginning to ease them slowly over her buttocks. "Hi!" McKenzie yipped merrily, not the slightest bit nonplussed at being seen in her condition by a woman she'd never met, a beautiful one in her own right. In fact, McKenzie felt yet another small twinge in her already dripping pussy as she saw the twinkle of admiration in Jill's eyes as Jill surveyed McKenzie's nubile body. "Hi, uh, I'm Jill," Jill mumbled in reply, lifting her legs almost unconsciously as John peeled the panties off of her legs from beneath Jill's tennis skirt. Her next sentence was purely instinctual, a profound and sincere reaction to what Jill saw in front of her, Mckenzie's heavenly, nude body. "Um....you're truly gorgeous." McKenzie's smile illuminated the room with pure joy. She watched in return as John took his hands, gripped Jill by the hips, and eased her short skirt to the floor, Jill kicking off her shoes as he did so, seemingly hypnotized now with unwitting sexual desire. "Thank you, you look quite beautiful yourself. I'm McKenzie, nice to meet you." Jill lifted her arms over her head as John expertly relieved Jill of her blouse and athletic bra, and Jill stood before McKenzie, equally naked now. John took inventory of the striking contrasts between the two astounding woman's bodies. Jill had recently turned forty-five, though her physique was that of a woman half her age, long and lean, with an athletic body that would put to shame that of almost all aerobic instructors. There was not an ounce of fat on Jill, and her proportioned, firm, all-natural tits accentuated the rest of her hard body perfectly. Her pink button nipples were in a constant state of erect arousal, and her ass was that of a college sprinter, which she was more than two decades ago. Quarters ran away in fear from Jill because it hurt them when they bounced off of her six-pack abs. She had smooth, tanned skin and kept her golden blonde hair in a tight bob so that it didn't interfere with her many physical activities, not the least of which was fucking the good professor several times a week in steamy, extra-marital trysts. Jill awoke from her dream-like trance, shaking herself back to reality, realizing that the situation in which she now found herself was indeed very real. She was acutely aware of John's knowing hands beginning to stroke teasingly between her legs. The bastard always knows EXACTLY how to touch me, Jill thought, every fucking time, it's like he owns the instruction manual to jump-start my clit. Although Jill's body was reacting involuntarily to the scene and to John's hand, her mind snapped into recognition at McKenzie's introduction. "McKenzie, hmmmmm." Jill's memory was in overdrive. "How many beautiful McKenzie's can there be in town, anyway? By chance, you didn't happen to break a date with a handsome young man named Sean last evening, did you, McKenzie?" Jill smirked, confident that she had regained some emotional control over the circumstances, wanting to demonstrate to McKenzie that she was a more than worthy opponent despite their age difference of a generation. Sean was Model Beefcake Boy, the young model stud about McKenzie's age whom she had indeed blown off last night in lieu of her pending escapades with the good Professor, who now ran one hand over Jill's reddish-pink nipple, which reminded McKenzie of a tasty M and M candy. But again, instead of being the least bit embarrassed, McKenzie's eyes lit up even more brightly. "OH MY GOD," she squealed in her best valley girl imitation. She looked at Jill intently, seeing the resemblance immediately. "You look JUST like him, what a small world, you're his MOTHER, aren't you?" The delicious irony did not escape John, who began to steer Jill towards the bed where McKenzie lay, spread-eagled and still cuffed. He knew that above all else, Jill was a complete sex junkie, who could not resist any and all things carnal. He taunted her with his silent manipulations of her always-responsive body, nibbling on her earlobe while pressing one finger deeper into Jill's saturated cunt. Jill groaned softly, held sexual captive by one knuckle, a complete submissive to his every touch. "Think about it, Jill. McKenzie blew off your son to fuck ME, and I blew you off to fuck McKenzie, and now she and I are both going to end up fucking YOU........" The older woman flinched as John massaged her clit now, taking Jill to the edge, using the allure of his own talented fingers and tongue and prodigious cock as well as McKenzie's beauty. It was like dangling a syringe in front of a addict. He lifted Jill up so that she had no choice but to climb onto the bed, and with his powerful arms, he lowered her directly in front of McKenzie's angelic face. He kicked Jill's legs far apart, and watched with fascination as McKenzie's long tongue snaked into Jill's glistening cunt. John bent his head so that he was almost directly beneath Jill's luscious ass, and he could already see Jill's juices cascading down her muscular thighs as McKenzie performed her oral magic on Jill with the same zeal and skill with which she had sucked John's dick earlier this afternoon. John began to lap at Jill's pink, puckered rear hole, and the surprise intrusion, combined with McKenzie's lapping of Jill's needy pussy, sent Jill into orgasmic orbit that quickly. Her knees buckled so violently that John had to catch her as she shuddered, supporting her weight by holding her buttocks firmly, and he took the opportunity to snake his tongue directly into Jill's bung hole, and he tongue-fucked her asshole from behind while McKenzie, the breathtaking model, licked the hot cunt of the male model's mom. With his other hand, John positioned his cock and speared it in one thrust into McKenzie's sopping, vise-like cunt, and her groans were muffled by Jill's pussy surrounding and engulfing her mouth. John looked out of the corner of his eye into the mirror over his dresser at the unspeakably erotic vision of a triple-X fantasy being lived out by this implausible trio. The blonde, mature MILF Jill standing tall, legs spread wide above the shackled young dark-haired coed who, up to last night, was intent to fucking her handsome son. Instead, she eagerly licked Jill's bright pink labia, spreading like petals in springtime, while John had his face buried in the married woman's anus and simultaneously fucked his student's tight young cunt. John continued to plow deep into McKenzie's pussy and he lowered his head away from Jill's drenched anus and replaced it with a finger, dipping it into Jill's stretched bowel. Taking her cue, McKenzie dropped her own head from Jill's tasty cunt, and stuck a finger of her own into the older woman's snatch, and McKenzie took John's tongue into her own mouth, and they kissed and fucked while digitally assaulting Jill's helpless cunt and ass. Realizing intuitively that Jill was about to collapse, he eased his cock out of McKenzie's pussy with an audible, 'POP', a loud squishy echo punctuating his cock's departure from the coed's tunnel. He leaned up, and gently took Jill's slender hips in his grasp and placed her onto the bed on her back, nectars of cum and saliva oozing out of her glistening slit. He reached over to the night stand, and found the key to the handcuffs, and McKenzie huffed an audible sigh of relief. But, instead of freeing his prisoner, instead he only released the cuff off of McKenzie's right arm, keeping her left hand chained to the bedpost. With the dangling cuff, he leered evilly at first Jill, then McKenzie, who instantly understood what he planned to do. McKenzie was now in the full throes of a sexual Stockholm Syndrome, still held captive, but now, over time, she would resist any rescue attempts. She had become a wiling accomplice to John's master plan. As long as she could have that magnificent cock in her, McKenzie reasoned, I'll endure any punishment. Both women simultaneously felt a warm hand cup and begin to rub circles on their ass cheeks. He was kneading them. Massaging them. He took two fingers on each hand and penetrated both of their pussies at the same time, one belonging to his married lover, and the other to his young student, and each were equally sizzling. John moved the fingers in and out in the same rhythm and speed for both, in perfect synchronicity. The women cried out in tandem, like hungry, fidgety kittens from a newborn litter, and pushed back against his fingers, and begged for more. He added a third finger. Repeating and switching up the motions. Then added a fourth. Eight fingers in two cunts at the same time, David Copperfield couldn't pull of this magic trick. They were sooooo ready for to be sooooo fucked. The women obviously couldn't move because of their position. So John used that to his advantage. All of a sudden he shoved his cock inside of Jill. Sinking deep into her heat. Her wetness drenching him. He pushed hard. Then he pulled out. Then he moved to McKenzie. He pushed himself into her pussy, pushing deep and hard. Then out again. Then into Jill. Pushing in hard and fast, pulling out slowly. Then back into McKenzie. Then back into Jill. Then back into McKenzie. Each of the women's scorching cunts was getting a 60-second vaginal workout with him. Then, John speeded up and the penetration lasted longer with each woman as he savored the difference in the texture and silkiness of their respective pussies, orchestrating their orgasms like a maestro conducting a two-cunt orchestra. While he fucked one with his cock, he fingered the other, occasionally smacking the pussy in front of him, driving them absolutely fucking delirious. "What a fucking stud," moaned Jill at one point to her younger impromptu partner, chained together at the wrists, who could only yelp and pant in affirmation. Both women were crying out, making little mewling sounds, panting and cursing and beseeching God to evoke their cum, literally begging to be consummated. He decided he wanted to fuck McKenzie into a climax first, he owed her that much, at the very least. He took her and flipped her over onto her side, making sure the cuffs did not stretch so far as to injure her. He pulled her as far to the edge of the bed as she could go, and took Jill's head in his hands and implored her to watch, not that Jill needed any extra urging. John filled McKenzie in a quick, hard, measured strokes, his cock banging at her cervix now, his heavy balls lapping her firm ass. He began to pump her. Harder. Faster. Then short strokes again...then long, deep strokes, oh so fucking deep within her, varying them alternately. He looked into McKenzie's blazing eyes and leaned over and took a rock-hard nipple in his mouth and sucked deeply. Speeding up he fucked her savagely. Holding nothing back. With a violent shudder, her big, firm breasts heaving, McKenzie came all over him, screeching, pulsating, and quivering. He was soaked by her gushes of wetness. He uncuffed her, slipping his fingers into McKenzie's mouth so she could taste her own sweet young cum. Then he looked over at Jill who had been watching and touching herself with her free hand. He turned her back onto her stomach, mercifully releasing the handcuff so that he could take her in this position, he simply loved Jill's butt. Her ass was high in the air, but her breasts and torso lay flat on the bed. He stabbed at her, thrusting fast and deep, giving no quarter. He continued this relentless thrusting for what seeemd to Jill an eternity, he was more durable than any sybian. He stopped for a brief moment and held still within her when he came too close to spilling, gaining a second wind. He knew she was close by all the sounds and movements of her body, and the clenching of her experienced kegel muscles milking his cock. It was perhaps the one trick that McKenzie's young cunt hadn't mastered. Yet. With one last plunge he drove home deeper than Jill could have ever fathomed, and with a grunt that shook the walls, Jill, too, came splashing around John's turbo-charged cock. By now, having completely sated two seemingly insatiable women, John was ready to cum, finally. Pulling out of Jill's gaping cunt, he ordered the women on their knees in front of him. They obliged, in competition with each other now to catch his seed like groupies waiting for Elvis' hanky. John stroked his thick long cock until he began to feel that tingle. That feeling that it was about to happen. He unleashed the flow of his massive load of cum in creamy spurts on the women's faces below. The liquid ran down their faces, necks, and dripped onto nipples, trailed down their stomachs. He almost came on the spot again when the women spontaneously turned to one another and started kissing deeply, licking his man-juice off their faces, and following the trail wherever it went, lapping and licking the delicious sticky treat all up. Jill and McKenzie looked up at him dreamily when they were finished, like two harem members admiring their conquering master. They pulled him to the bed in a tangle of sweaty, cum-covered bodies. Then all three began to kiss, so that they all shared their pussy juices and his cum. It was the most erotic experience of any of their lives. The following weekend, McKenzie's pussy vigorously plunged up and down on handsome young Sean's meaty cock. Sean, the Model Beefcake son of Jill, who was enjoying the fucking of his life, was blissfully unaware that this sophisticated slut had eaten his mother's pussy just a few days prior. The Seduction of McKenzie Rose Ch. 03 Meanwhile, a few short blocks away, Jill was again lying on her flat tummy, squealing while being reamed up her tight ass by John's massive cock, as John cavalierly checked the alarm clock on his dresser to see how much time they had before McKenzie came over for her now-routine nightcap of sucking John's big dick to slumber, licking the residue of Jill's musky anal flavors off of his cock. The three of them alternated partners regularly for months, like a sexual round-robin tournament. Sean fucking McKenzie. McKenzie fucking John. John fucking Jill. And Jill fucking McKenzie, in torrid same-sex sessions that transcended chronological and gender boundaries. And, most often, all three together, but always with the utmost discretion, their own little secrets. It was a small college town, after all, and maintaining proper decorum was paramount to keeping a civil status in society. That was the only thing that kept Jill from running home each night and fucking her young son silly. The Seduction of McKenzie Rose "Now, McKenzie. Now. And play with yourself. I want to taste your fingers when you return. First lesson." McKenzie felt as if she was on the verge of an orgasm simply from this incredibly sexy man's words alone. She had fantasized for the longest time what it would be like to finally have this man take her, control her, and now that the time was near, it was even more intense than she ever could have imagined. She kissed him on the cheek gently and whispered, "I'll be back. Very soon. Very wet. And very ready." Professor Gordon, along with all of the males in the small bistro area, watched in mesmerized appreciation as McKenzie's tight ass swayed beneath the fabric of her dress as she headed towards that ladies' room. But, only one would be fucking her within the next five minutes. Him. McKenzie closed the bathroom door behind her and looked in the mirror. Her face was flushed with desire. The scent of her sex permeated the small room as she slipped off her panties and then unhooked the straps of her bra. She wondered where she would tuck them, she had not brought a purse, but while still pondering, tucked two fingers deep into her dripping cunt. She was on fire. She couldn't remember being this ready to fuck, ever. She wanted him right now. She was to get her wish. She rolled her undergarments in a small tight ball and tried her best to hide them with her hands as she prepared to exit. As she opened the door, she audibly gasped. John was standing right outside, waiting for the door to open. he rushed in and grabbed McKenzie by the hips and ran his warm lips onto hers. her mouth parted and she began to gasp, but in one motion, he turned her around and pushed her against the door while pulling down the dress from her shoulders. Her big breasts mashed against the door, bracing her, as he took both of her hands and put them above her head on the wall. She felt her dress hemline being pulled up now, and it was as if she was removed from her body now, floating above the stratosphere, watching one of her deepest-held desires come true. She was to be taken. Hard. She heard a zipper unsnap and felt his warm cock now slapping ominously against her ass cheeks. Her legs parted imperceptibly. She heard him whisper in her ear, his breath hot on her neck, "There's going to be a lesson in love-making later, McKenzie, all day long. But for right now, you are going to get fucked." McKenzie's next sensation was the longest, thickest, hardest cock she had ever felt ramming into her so deeply in one motion that she came instantly, shuddering, trembling, his palm covering her mouth muffling her scream in his hand, her cunt being split apart by his girth, her ass being pounded by his balls slapping against her time and again. This is what she had craved. To be fucked. Hard. Fast. Rough. From behind. By a big cock. By an experienced, handsome lover. In public. "Oh....my...fucking.........Gooooooodddddd..........." John spun her around, recognizing that McKenzie had cum twice that quickly. Mission accomplished. he took her beautiful face in his hands, and kissed her. Not the eager frantic, sloppy kiss of some of the young neophytes she had fucked recently, but knowing, hot, warm, soft, hungry...wonderful. He released her head as McKenzie slumped backward against the door, her tits still exposed and heaving, the muscles in her cunt still contracting from tremors of orgasmic after-shocks. John took the bra and panties from her hand and stuffed them in his pocket, picking up his own shorts that were bunched around his ankles. She looked down and saw for the first time the throbbing cock that had just so wonderfully assaulted her for those few incredible seconds. It was like none she had ever seen, still twitching, steel hard, pre-cum leaking from the swollen purple head. "That was a prelude, Ms. Rose. Gather your things and return to your seat, please. Our next lesson will be finger-fucking and cock-sucking. This will take place in the front seat of my car as we go to my house." McKenzie stared at her image in the mirror as John closed the door behind him. She was relieved that no one was waiting outside. She gazed at herself, her silky hair now askew, hanging down over one eye, a clump tightly wound in a small know next to her temple. The universal "freshly fucked" look. She smiled. She decided not to touch anything. She wanted people to surmise what had just occurred. It aroused her wildly to know that she would be viewed as a little submissive slut to her new mature teacher. She reached down to put two fingers inside of her sopping pussy, and raised them to her mouth, spreading her nectars over her full lips. She exited and approached John at the door, and walked up to him boldly and grabbed the back of his own head and pulled it roughly towards her mouth. "Taste me," she grunted, twirling her tongue over John's. The other patrons and Starbucks employees stopped as if on cue and watched, transfixed as this beautiful vixen so wantonly displayed her desire publicly. As they left the cafe, McKenzie noticed something left on the table where they had been sitting only moments for. Her bra and panties. John saw that she noticed. "You won't be needing them anymore today. Let's go, McKenzie. We have take-home work to do. You." They walked arm-in-arm towards his car, the men in Starbucks betraying their private envy by their bulging hard-ons as they almost put crimps in their collective necks by watching her. For McKenzie's part, she was almost panting to suck John's marvelous cock. She was looking forward to her next lesson. And giving John a few of his own. Education is a two-way street, after all. A collaboration between teacher and student. But..which would ultimately be which? To be continued...