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Date: Mon, 20 Nov 2006 00:28:11 +0000
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Driving Instructor
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It had been a long and trying day. My first trainee had been an old lady who
felt her grand children were more important than watching the road. My third
trainee almost ended my life when he decided to play chicken with an army
convoy. I was making mental additions to my two weeks notice when my last
trainee of the day came walking up. She was around nineteen, pert and perky,
virginal and sensual. I felt the rising force of my rod of God when I saw her
walking towards the car. She was wearing a black T-Shirt that was about a size
too large and a pair of very tight denim jeans. As she approached the car I
started fantasizing about her and I running out of gas on a dark, little used
side road. She opened up the door and said, "Mr. Roberts? Hi! I'm Debbie! You're
my driving instructor today!"
"Hop on in, Debbie" I said. She got into the car and strapped on her seat belt.
I looked at her approvingly. She gave me a look back, and damn me if it wasn't a
look of just plain lust. I quickly put that thought down. "Christ!" I thought,
"you're old enough to be her father".
"Today, we are going to be driving down rural roads" I said as another rather
disturbing thought escaped from my subconscious and planted itself in my mind. I
could feel her presence next to me and I was surprised to see that my pole was
rock hard. She deftly put the car into drive and pulled out of the driving
school driveway onto the highway.
"I take it you've driven before" I said.
"Oh yes. My boyfriend Tommy let me drive his car all the time before we broke
up". We drove along for awhile, and I told Debbie to turn onto Route 5. "Oh,
were going in the direction of the quarry!" gushed Debbie. "My friends and I
have lots of parties down at the quarry" We drove along in silence. Debbie
was purely capable of driving the big Buick and I was relieved that I didn't
have another paranoid autophobe. The sun was starting to set when I told
Debbie to turn down Old Stream Mill Road. We went down the road about three
of four miles when the car started to buck. "What's happening?" said Debbie.
I quickly grimaced. I had forgotten to fill the car up with gasoline before I
set off with her.
"I think we've run out of gas" I said.
She turned and looked at me with the look she had given me earlier. "Oh?" she
purred. My cock got so stiff so quickly it almost ripped through my shorts.
Debbie quickly pulled the car off onto the side of the road. Before I knew what
was happening she had taken off her seat belt and was un-zipping my trousers.
"What are you doing?" I queried.
She looked at me with a sort of pleading. "Ever since Tommy broke up with me
I've been so-o-o horny." She grasped my stick with her hand and placed it in her
mouth. I quickly sucked in my breath as her tongue did a St. Vitus dance on my
throbbing wand.
"Debbie... We really shouldn't- Oh, what the fuck." I closed my eyes and let
myself bring my fantasies a little closer to reality. "How old are you, Debbie?"
I asked her as she wrapped her tongue around my pole.
"Mmrff..." she lifted her head long enough to mumble: "Nineteen..."
"Nineteen?!"
"Yes, I'm old enough to fuck! Drive me, Instructor!" She un-snapped her tight
blue-jeans and began wriggling out of them. I thrust my hands under the folds of
her black Motley Crew T-Shirt and fondled her nubile mounds. Her nipples were
small and hard.
"It's too cramped in here! Let's get out of the car..." Before I could say
anything, she had opened the door and stumbled out onto the poorly paved road.
Her jeans were down to about knee level and she could barely keep her balance.
She bent over to pull them off her legs, and I could see a dark wet stain on her
panties slowly taking form.
I shifted across the bench seat with my prick standing at attention,
readily thrust through my open fly. She had managed to get her jeans off now ...
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