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.
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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).
