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.