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The Driving Lesson
by Mellanie Hewlitt (mellaniehewlitt@hotmail.com)

***

A young woman needs badly to pass her driving test, but 
instead she is unwillingly test driven by two men. 
(MMF, nc, bd, mc)

***

Rachel Doyle stirred drowsily in the fragrant bubble 
bath as the shrill ring of the alarm clock woke her 
from her slumber. She had fallen asleep for 20 minutes 
in the warm scented water and reached drowsily for the 
bath-tub plug to release the soapy suds and quickly 
shower. 

The pretty 24 year old brunette was 6 months into her 
internship with JP Morgan and was anxious to climb the 
corporate ladder and join the rat race in the world of 
investment banking. Thus far she was well on her way, 
with one small problem. 

A big part of the corporate banking world required that 
she mixed and mingle with the crème de le crème of 
society, and to fit her jet-setting Yuppie image and 
life-style she had to get that flashy nice car. Which 
meant she also had to get her driving license before 
she was eligible to purchase the vehicle of her dream. 

She had given herself 3 months to pass the test, but 
after 9 frustrating months and 5 failed attempts she 
was fast becoming desperate. It did not help that her 
colleagues were all asking when they could take a spin 
in her hot rod. Thus far she had avoided the question 
tactfully, and no one safe for Jenny, her chubby and 
rotund best friend and flatmate, knew of her 
predicament. But she could not hide the truth 
indefinitely. 

Jenny had finally recommended her current Driving 
Instructor, Mr. Crivelli. Reputed as the best Driving 
Instructor this side of town, 10 lessons with this 
driving Guru would guarantee her the driving license 
she so badly needed. The only problem was that 
Crivelli's schedule was completely full for the next 3 
months. 

It seemed there was an overwhelming demand for his 
services. The grumpy old instructor had even refused to 
meet her, so Rachel's only chance was to catch him on a 
Saturday afternoon at the end of Jenny's driving 
lesson, when he dropped Jenny at the porch of their 
apartment. Jenny had hinted that Crivelli had a 
fondness for "pretty young things", and it was no 
secret in the office that Rachel was a natural head 
turner. 

Her long jet black hair, willowy figure and milky white 
complexion had earned her the nick name "Snow White" 
and she was constantly at the receiving end of unwanted 
male attention. Rachel made full use of her stunning 
beauty in the office and she was confident that she 
would also have Crivelli eating out of her hands, all 
she needed was an opening which Jenny had provided. 

Toweling herself dry, she stopped at the full length 
mirror to admire her long graceful limbs, full firm 
breasts, flawless ivory white complexion and 23 inch 
waist. Those were a lethal combination of assets that 
had served her well in the past. She quickly slipped on 
her white bra and panties. It was a hot summer 
afternoon and she chose a low cut black mini skirt, and 
a white blouse which hugged the contours of her supple 
figure. Her watch showed 2.59PM as she waited in the 
front porch for Jenny to pull-up. After what seemed 
like 5 minutes a black dirty Volkswagen slowly pulled-
up. 

As Jenny turned the engine off, Rachel walked quickly 
to the waiting car. Rachel's first glimpse of Crivelli 
fitted the mental image she had of him from their phone 
conversation and Jenny's description. He was a fat 
balding bespectacled Italian man in his fifties with a 
thick black beard. Rachel could hear Jenny engaged with 
him in an argument... 

Crivelli: "No, no, I don't have time to meet your 
friend today, I already said my schedule is full for 
another 3 months" 

Jenny: "Its ok Mr. Crivelli, Rachel only wants to say 
hi, and you will find she is very attractive and 
pleasant.' 

Rachel guessed she would have to make her entrance now, 
she quickly walked over to the passenger's side and 
smiled brightly: "Oh Mr. Crivelli it is so nice to 
finally meet you, and Jenny was not exaggerating when 
she said you were a rugged and handsome young man, I am 
Rachel, we spoke briefly....." 

Crivelli paused in mid-sentence, taken by surprise. He 
was running late for his next appointment and was 
anxious to get rid of his final student for the 
afternoon. But this fat, obese student had refused to 
vacate the driver's seat insisting that he meet her 
friend. He had neither the time nor the desire to meet 
more fat ugly women and as Rachel intervened he turned 
crossly to face her intending to brush her off. 

However the sight that befell his eyes was totally 
unexpected. Standing by the window of the passenger 
seat was a stunning brunette beauty with jet black long 
flowing hair and a model's long lithe supple figure. 
Temporarily unsettled, he began again.. 

Crivelli: "Yes Ms Doyle was it not... but I cannot meet 
you today... I have another appointment in 10 minutes 
time at Spencer Street..." 

Rachel moved closer and rested her arm on the side-
window, allowing Crivelli to peer down the creamy white 
cleavage nestled snugly in her blouse. 

Rachel: "Oh I only need a ride to Spencer Street 
Station...that's on your way is it not, it is such a 
hot day and I have not been able to call a cab so 
far..." 

Crivelli said reluctantly: "Ok, but I take you only to 
the station, that's all, get in, and I have not fixed 
the air-conditioning yet so it will be warm in the 
car." 

Jenny gave Rachel a quick wink and squeeze on her 
shoulder as Crivelli moved to the drivers seat; "Good 
luck, make the most of your opening, you only have 
about 20 minutes, that's how far Spencer Street Station 
is from here." 

As Rachel climbed into the car, she already felt the 
oven like heat that had accumulated in the small 
interior. Crivelli himself was perspiring and she 
detected a foul stale odor in the car. But she was not 
deterred. They drove in silence for a minute, 
Crivelli's bedside manners left much to be desired, 
Rachel thought to her self. 

Rachel: "So Mr. Crivelli the weekend is here, what do 
you do on Saturday nights?" 

Crivelli: "I teach driving, Jenny was last student 
today." 

Rachel: "But I thought you said you had another lesson 
at Spencer Street?" 

Crivelli: "No I did not, do you not have ears, I said I 
have an appointment." 

Rachel: "Oh I am sorry, who are you meeting?" 

Crivelli: "All these questions, why all these 
questions, you get out at Spencer Street Station." 

Crivelli was determined not to submit to the charms of 
this alluring young beauty. He knew girls like this 
one, they always had a hidden agenda but Rachel would 
be disappointed today, he was not a push over. 

This one would be a challenge, Rachel thought, as she 
looked at her watch. 5 minutes had passed and she was 
making no progress with Crivelli. This was a first for 
her as she was used to having her way with all the 
office lads. And the stifling heat in the car also did 
not help. Already she felt her blouse clinging to her 
as beads of perspiration broke collected on her moist 
skin. 

She crossed her long lithe legs, pulling the min 
further up to reveal creamy smooth skin of her inner 
thighs. Crivelli tried to ignore the tantalizing vision 
seated next to him, fighting the impulse to reach out 
and run his hands along the ivory white sweet flesh . 

Rachel: "This is such hot weather we are having, I feel 
so hot and damp all over, don't you Mr. Crivelli?" 

Crivelli: "I already said the air-conditioning is not 
working, that's why I am headed to Spencer Street to my 
nephew's car workshop there to get it fixed, your fat 
friend Jenny was also complaining the whole hour." 

Rachel: "Oh is that where you are going, wait, just let 
me get the windows lower down." 

She leaned across Crivelli and started winding down the 
window on the drivers seat, making sure that her soft 
firm bosoms made contact with his arms. Crivelli 
flinched as he felt her supple breasts pressing gently 
against his arms. This lass was young, perhaps no more 
than 23-24 years old. She must have had a bubble bath 
as her fresh sweet scent filled the small confines of 
the car. In spite of himself, he felt breathless. 

Rachel: "There, that's a little better, I love the feel 
of the breeze on my skin...it gives me goose bumps." 

Crivelli did not answer. Through the side of his eyes 
he noted how her tight fitting white blouse hugged 
every contour of her lithe body, accentuating her soft 
firm breasts. The blouse was so body hugging that he 
could see the faint outline of her nipple through the 
sheer material. 

Rachel: "Do you know that I find older men very 
sexually alluring? They have a confidence that other 
younger more immature men lack." 

Crivelli answered uncertainly; "Really?" 

Rachel smiled and gave a long black hair a toss; "Yes, 
only older men know how to make a girl feel like a 
woman." 

Crivelli remained silent and she continued; "You are so 
good with your hands, especially when you change gears, 
such strong masculine hands, its no wonder you are such 
a good instructor. Its really a pity you cannot 
accommodate me earlier in your driving schedule." 

Crivelli impatiently replied: "We have discussed this 
before, I can only take you in 3 months, there are 
others waiting in line and its not fair to them. 
Besides there are other instructors in town." 

Rachel sounded disappointed: "Yes, but none of them are 
like you. I have failed the practical portion of the 
test 4 times already and I simply need the license to 
get a car." 

Crivelli smiled: "Yes, I have a 98% success rate, I 
have been teaching for more than 20 years and was 
previously a tester at the school, in fact I even 
helped them to design the current test procedures, so 
its no surprise that I can beat them at their own game. 
But as I said you will have to wait." 

So that was why he was so good, Rachel thought, the old 
man used to be a tester and designed their current 
system. She had to close this deal successfully at any 
costs, the stakes had just been raised. She edged 
closer to Crivelli and unbuttoned the top button of her 
blouse, revealing the white lacy bra caressing her 
supple breasts. 

Rachel: "Well surely we can keep the dialogue open, I 
am in urgent need of your services, I simply have to 
pass my next driving test in 1 month's time. My job 
requires that I own and drive a car, so I really will 
do anything, anything at all if you can just help me 
out." 

Thoughts were racing through Crivelli's mind, he was a 
lonely old bachelor with hardly any money and even less 
physical charm. He knew that even average women would 
not wish to spend time with him, let alone stunning 
young beauties like Rachel. So this represented an 
opportunity of a life time for him, and he had to make 
the most of it. What had started out as an irritating 
pimple was now seen as a golden opportunity. 

Crivelli: "Well, what exactly did you have in mind 
young lady? I am all ears." 

Rachel: "Oh that's really for you to decide, but I can 
pay double hourly rates, money is not a problem." 

Crivelli: "Paah, I make enough to live a simple life, I 
don't need your money...surely you have more to offer?" 
He smiled suggestively at Rachel revealing an uneven 
row of yellow nicotine stained teeth which sent shivers 
up her spine.. 

Rachel: "Well if increasing your fees is not what you 
have in mind, we can explore other options." As much as 
he repulsed her, Rachel realized she had to play his 
little game and keep the dialogue open. 

Crivelli: "Well I am a lonely old man, its not every 
day that I get to spend some quality time with a lovely 
young princess like you. Why don't you join me and my 
nephew at the garage for a nice dinner, let us find out 
more about you?" He smiled suggestively. 

Rachel hesitated. She had always used her body as a 
tool for negotiation, but she was also always smart 
enough to ensure she controlled the course of 
negotiations. The thought of spending even an 
additional minute with this disgusting old fart was 
revolting enough, let alone an entire evening. But she 
realized she had little choice, he had her where he 
wanted her. 

It had been almost twenty minutes in the car and as 
Spencer Street Station came into view, she realized 
with a shock she had to decide now. 

Crivelli: "Well Rachel, here is where you get-off. I 
will see you perhaps in 3 months, unless you wish to 
join us for dinner?" 

Crivelli eased off on the accelerator, he knew he had 
to give her more time and encouragement; "The failure 
rates for the driving tests have been on the increase 
recently as they are tightening up on road safety 
protocols. There are some new procedures I designed, 
which will give you the edge." He studied her face and 
noted the indecision written on it. Will she bite? 

Finally with a hint of resignation Rachel replied: "I 
suppose a harmless dinner with you and your nephew 
would be a good idea." 

Crivelli's heart raced, he was a step closer to his 
ultimate objective. As he steered the car away from the 
station his devious mind began working out a strategy 
that would place him in a dominant position of 
negotiation over this brazen young lass. 

Another twenty minutes of driving brought them into the 
less fashionable part of town. Crivelli had been more 
silent then usual in the last 10 minutes. Rachel had 
never ventured into this dark foreboding slum area and 
a wave of apprehension swept over her as Mr. Crivelli 
drove still further on. 

Rachel suddenly realized that she may have made an 
error in judgment, here she was in a car driven by a 
man who was virtually a total stranger to her, driving 
to an undisclosed location to meet yet another unknown 
stranger. But it was too late to change her mind and 
she would have to see this game to its final 
conclusion. 

Rachel: "Er, how far more do we have to go before we 
reach the garage," she asked nervously. 

Crivelli: "Just another 5 minutes drive, and we will be 
ay Joey's garage. It's not exactly a classy joint that 
a broad like you is used to, but you can get used to 
it." 

It was close to 4.30PM when they finally pulled into 
the entrance of a grungy looking, dilapidated single 
story building. Several cars were parked at the 
entrance, some with their bonnets raised in obvious 
stages of repair. Without a second glance at her 
Crivelli killed the engine and got out. 

It was only then that Rachel realized Crivelli had been 
sitting on a stack of cushions. The old lecher was 
actually quite short, almost a midget. Rachel got out 
of the car and hesitantly followed him into the shadowy 
interior of the garage. She was not very tall, weighing 
in at 100, measuring 34C-25-35 and standing 5'4, but as 
she followed him she noticed in amusement that his 
balding head barely drew level with her shoulders. 

The garage was small and dirty, the unpleasant scent of 
engine grease, petrol and paint filled her nostrils. 
The floor was covered by a thick layer of dirt and oil, 
and there was dust every where. She tried not to touch 
anything and stayed in the center of the garage. 

Crivelli: "Hey Joey, where the fuck are you, I brought 
a little present for you." 

A fat bald man in greasy mechanic's overalls appeared 
from a room in the back. He was in his late thirties 
and immediately sported her. 

Joey: "Well, well, well look what the cat brought in. 
My, this is a nice little piece of equipment." He 
openly leered. 

Rachel could feel the hairs rising on the back of her 
neck as she felt his leering eyes wondering over her 
body. 

Crivelli: "Ah yes, this is my latest potential prodigy, 
Rachel. I brought her along so we could discuss some 
business matters." 

Rachel put on her best social graces and extended her 
hand: "How do you do Joey" 

Joey immediately grabbed her hand and she tried not to 
notice that his hands were smeared with axle grease and 
oil. 

Joey: "Yeah Rachel, you can do business with me any 
day, or night." He openly leered. "We don't get many of 
your high society kind here so do make yourself right 
at home." 

Crivelli: "Well you can put your tongue back in your 
mouth and come take a look at the car, the air-
conditioning system is busted again." 

Joey reluctantly left Rachel's side (much to her 
relief) and wondered over to the Volkswagen. As Joey 
and Crivelli engaged in discussions, Rachel reviewed 
her strategy plan. She did not know who disgusted her 
more, Joey or Crivelli, but Joey was now an added 
obstacle. She needed to have one on one time with 
Crivelli. She already knew that he was turned on by 
her, but even the mere thought of physical contact with 
him was physically revolting to her. 

Crivelli returned and said: "Well tonight's dinner will 
have to wait awhile yet, Joey took a look at the car 
and he needs to hope over to his supplier to pick up 
some spare parts to do the job, he should be back 
within the hour."

Rachel: "Oh? But I was hoping to have an early dinner 
as I have an engagement later this evening." 

Crivelli: "He wont be too long dreary, in the mean time 
we can get to know each other a little closer er? Are 
you still serious about taking lessons with me?" 

Rachel: "Of cause, yes I suppose now is a good moment 
to discuss business." 

Crivelli: "It is dirty and smelly in the garage, come 
with me to the back-office, it is more comfortable." 

He led Rachel into an adjoining office that was just as 
dirty as the garage. There was an office table with 
left over pizza piled in the middle, assortment of car 
magazines and quite a lot of porn material also. 
Crivelli sank into the worn leather chair behind the 
table, but Rachel was anxious to close the deal and 
remained standing. 

Rachel: "I would like to cut straight to the point, 
basically I need to get my license by end of this 
month, which is also when the next test is scheduled. I 
already signed up for it and paid the test fees. So its 
imperative that we start lessons as early as possible." 

Crivelli: "Whoa there little Missy, we are moving too 
fast. I have not even indicated I will take you as my 
student. And of cause there is also a 3 month waiting 
list. It would not be fair to the other students who 
have been waiting for 3 months!" 

Rachel: "But I absolutely need the lessons this week!" 

Crivelli: "And I absolutely also need to get laid 
tonight! You see my dear, this is not a perfect world 
and I think you should sit down and talk this over in a 
friendly amicable level." 

Rachel reverted to the softer approach. She took a sit 
opposite the table and crossed her long slender legs, 
giving Crivelli a good view of the sweet ivory white 
flesh of her inner thighs and the hidden pleasures that 
lay within. "Yes, you are right perhaps. Well, where 
shall we start, I have offered you higher hourly rates, 
but that was not the way to go, so perhaps you can 
elaborate on your needs..." 

Crivelli: "I just did, I was serious just now, but lets 
start with what is practical. You skipped a few steps. 
Firstly, I need to know what's in it for me if I do 
take you in as my student. After that, we can 
deliberate on whether I can squeeze you in for a lesson 
in 1-2 months time" 

Rachel: "1-2 months time! That's too late. But you do 
know I am in desperate need of lessons, and I will do 
almost anything you require, I will be a model 
student." 

Crivelli: "Well, would you be an obedient student who 
will heed every word of her instructor?" He smiled 
suggestively. 

Rachel was aware in which direction the course of 
negotiations was rapidly headed towards and she 
realized that if she did not play her cards right, she 
might end up between the sheets with Crivelli (and 
perhaps even Joey if the deal was not closed soon). She 
preferred to ignore the sexual undertones of the 
conversation for now as the mere thought of physical 
contact with Crivelli was physically revolting to her. 

Rachel: "Yes, of cause I will be a good student, I 
never had any problems with my past instructors. And I 
am always punctual and never late." 

Crivelli: "Good, that nice to know, but its not good 
enough. You must recognize your instructor as God and 
obey his every word in an unquestioning manner, can you 
do that?" 

Rachel remained silent as she considered her options. 
She was running out of time and estimated that Joey 
would be back in 50 minutes or so. 

Crivelli: "You hesitate, that is not good. How can I 
even take you as a student let alone consider putting 
you in front of the waiting list. There are far more 
deserving students who are worthy of my time and 
attention." 

Reluctantly Rachel said: "Yes, I will obey your every 
word." 

Crivelli anxiously moved to the edge of the seat: "Are 
you absolutely certain Rachel?" He searched her face 
eagerly for consent realizing he was almost within 
reach of his goal. 

Rachel: "I am certain, I will obey." 

Rachel was not sure why she agreed. She needed the 
driving license badly, but not so desperately as to 
even consider exposing herself to a situation which may 
require her to become sexually intimate with Crivelli. 

The mere thought of physical contact with Crivelli was 
physically revolting to her. But she also found herself 
inexplicably excited by her present predicament. Here 
she was in the "less trendy" side of town, in a dirty 
ram shackled garage alone with an old pervert who had 
obvious sexual designs on her. Perhaps the element of 
danger was itself a temptation.. Whatever the reason, 
she felt compelled to explore the situation further. 

Clapping his hands in glee Crivelli stood-up; "Good, 
then lets do a little role play. Lets imagine we are on 
our first driving lesson and we are in the car." 

Crivelli got up and motioned for Rachel to take a seat 
in the huge worn recline-able leather chair. It did not 
look very clean (like all the other things in the small 
office) and had patches of mould and un-identifiable 
stains everywhere. 

Noting her hesitation, Crivelli gave the chair an 
encouraging pat and said : "Don't be afraid, I 
guarantee its more comfortable then most conventional 
car seats. And do not be deceived by its appearance." 

The recline-able chair now seemed to have a foreboding 
and menacing air around it, and Rachel gingerly 
approached it, with some feeling of apprehension. As 
she sank uneasily into it, her delicate lithe frame 
seemed lost in its large embrace which seemed to dwarf 
her all the more. Her sensitive nose also detected a 
pungent unwashed odor which only added to its imposing 
façade. 

Crivelli handed her the old Cardboard cover for the 
Pizza box; "Take the wheel. Let's begin, you can start 
the ignition." 

Rachel went through the motion of turning her wrist to 
insert the imaginary car keys. She moved her right hand 
to the gear to shift to 1st gear but before she could 
proceed further Crivelli intervened. 

Crivelli: "Tsk, tsk, tsk, no wonder you failed your 
previous tests. Keep safety foremost in your mind, you 
forgot to adjust your rear-view mirror." 

Crivelli moved to her front and pretended to adjust the 
imaginary mirror. Standing over her, he had a clear 
view of the creamy cleavage that stood out so 
invitingly from her blouse. Crivelli noted that she did 
not have very large assets, instead, her delicate frame 
housed medium sized bosoms elegantly capped by. Moving 
closer to her he detected her alluring feminine 
fragrance which instantly provoked a rising urgent 
hardness between his legs. 

Feeling suddenly breathless Crivelli fought the rising 
primal urge to take her there and then. In a husky 
voice he whispered; "You also forgot your seat belt." 
He moved his hand to her lap and proceeded to fasten 
the imaginary seat belt. His hands strayed to briefly 
caress the bare flesh of her left thigh, savoring its 
silky smooth texture, lingering a moment longer there, 
before moving further up her thighs. 

Rachel hurriedly cried out: "Oh dear instructor, there 
is a car pulling up behind me, we have to move on, I 
should really get the car moving." 

Crivelli seemed momentarily lost: "Huh, oh yeah, put 
your foot on the gas..." he mumbled reluctantly 

Rachel signed in relief, and gave her self a pat on the 
back for getting out of that tight spot. But she was 
not out of the woods yet. 

Crivelli: "I have decided to conduct a mock test for 
this lesson." He announced. "For every minor mistake 
you make, I will confiscate one item of clothing from 
your person. Major mistakes will cost two items" 

Rachel realized the stakes had just gone up, and if she 
was not carefully the game would only have one possible 
outcome. "Wait, since this is a mock test its only fair 
that we place a 20 minute time limit on the test, and 
if I pass the test, that also means you will take me as 
your student immediately." 

Crivelli paused to consider the new offer. Twenty 
minutes, that was basically his window of opportunity. 
He was confident he could remove most of her clothing 
by then, but he wanted more time. "A standard test 
lasts 45 minutes at least, lets do this right." 

Rachel: "Ok, that means it started 5 minutes ago and we 
only have 40 minutes left on the clock." 

Crivelli smiled: "Well I can live with that, and since 
you have already made two previous errors, the seat-
belt and rear mirror, I will remove your shoes first." 

Not waiting for her consent, he reached down and 
removed Rachel's right shoe. Taking his time, Crivelli 
ran his fingers along her bare inner soles, slowly 
moving up towards her calves, admiring her long slender 
legs. He moved on to her left shoe, but she pre-empted 
him by quickly kicking it of her foot. 

Un-phased he continued: "You may make a left turn at 
the next corner." 

Rachel obeyed, taking care to give the left indicator 
before turning the wheel. 

Crivelli: "Oh dear, you forgot to look right and left 
to ensure there was no on-coming cars before you made 
the turn. That's a major safety breach, it'll cost you 
two items." 

Rachel could not believe her ears: "I did look, there 
were no cars, I turned my head, this is unfair." 

Crivelli: "Life's not fair, you looked left only, you 
did not check for on-coming traffic from the right when 
you were turning into a 2 way street." 

Rachel: "You did not tell me it was a two way street." 

Crivelli: "Ok, fair-enough, but you should still have 
checked, I'll let you decide the 2 items to be 
confiscated as a compromise." 

Reluctantly Rachel handed him her watch and hair-band. 
Freed of the hair band, her luscious jet black hair 
cascaded down her shoulders, ending short of her upper 
back, making her look all the more ravishing. Rachel 
saw the gleam in Crivelli's eyes and had anticipated 
this undesired effect. 

The last thing she wanted was to encourage him further, 
but she was already running out of essential items and 
preferred to lose the hair-band instead of her blouse 
or her mini. Determined not to sacrifice any other 
clothing items and bare any more of her body, she made 
up her mind to proceed carefully. 

Crivelli continued: "You are now on a two way street. 
Please change to the left extreme lane and make a u-
turn." 

Rachel made the motion of switching on the left 
indicator, checked her rear and side mirrors and also 
her blind-spot, before turning the steering wheel left. 
She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli did not 
intervene. Her hopes rose as she also executed the u-
turn flawlessly, giving Crivelli no opportunity at all. 
She realized that because the test and the car was all 
imaginary, she only had to follow the procedures in the 
driving manual methodically. 

Crivelli was growing impatient: "You are reaching a two 
way junction, please make a left." 

Rachel again ran through the procedure step by step, 
checking rear and side mirrors before turning the 
imaginary wheel. 

"Oh, oh." Crivelli intervened with a smirk, "you forgot 
to stop at the junction. That's another major boo boo 
and will cost you your blouse and skirt." 

Rachel protested; "You did not say there was a stop 
sign, that does not count." 

Crivelli: "I don't have to, you should stop at every 
junction before you make a turn." 

Rachel was unwilling to lose her blouse and her skirt 
all at once; "That's still not fair, I only need to 
slow down, not stop....." 

Crivelli: "Ok I concede you are right, but you did not 
even slow down, I did not see you moving your foot from 
the accelerator to the brake at all. I'll compromise by 
taking only your blouse, that's fair." 

Rachel realized she was caught red-handed and 
reluctantly unbuttoned her white blouse. 

As the blouse was removed, Crivelli feasted his hungry 
eyes on Rachel's creamy white shoulders, which was in 
stark contrast to the jet black luscious hair that 
partially covered it. He could just make-out her small, 
perfectly capped nipples through the sheer material of 
the white lacy bra she wore, with the rise and fall of 
her chest. 

Unable to control his primal instincts, he ran his 
finger tips along her neck, moving it down slowly 
towards her cleavage. The delicate soft region was 
warmer, slightly moist to the touch and he raised his 
finger tips to his nostrils, taking delight in her 
personal fragrance. 

Rachel moved to brush his wondering hands away but 
Crivelli reminded her: "You have to be obedient my 
dear, that means complying with all the instructors 
requirements, that was the understanding." 

He smiled when she responded with a look of silent 
rage, and continued to allow his fingers to trace the 
outline of her left breast. Through the thin sheer 
semi-transparent expensive silk fabric, he found her 
nipple and took hold of the sensitive tip, gently 
rubber and playing with it between his fingers. 

Rachel wanted to proceed with the lesson, but also 
realized that Crivelli was loosing precious time. An 
estimated 15 minutes had passed and he only had 
approximately 30 minutes left of test time. The more 
time he indulged himself in this sensual exploration, 
the less time he would have to complete the test, 
increasing her chances of finishing the test with at 
least her skirt and undergarment on. So she decided to 
stoke his ego and play his game. 

She leaned forward, appearing to enjoy his touch, and 
arched her back. Crivelli was surprised: "My, what's 
come over you, do you like this? I love to see the ice 
princess transformed into a molten heap of larva." 

Needing no further encouragement he knelt in front of 
her and took hold of her other breast, massaging it. 
Rachel could feel the hardness between his legs as he 
buried his nose and mouth between her breasts while his 
fingers moved frantically over the rest of her body. 

Crivelli was lost in his sexual fantasy as he nuzzled 
the warm soft fragrant cleft between Rachel's bosoms. 
His mouth hungrily sort out a nipple through the silky 
fabric of her lacy bra. But he soon found that the bra, 
which had been a great turn-on, was fast becoming an 
irritating obstruction. With his nose still buried in 
her cleavage, his fingers fumbled for the hook to 
release the bra. 

But Rachel laid a restraining hand on him. "That's a 
no-no Mr. Instructor, I have to make a mistake in the 
test first." 

Crivelli finally realized he Rachel had conned him, he 
looked quickly at the watch, barely 25 minutes left and 
snarled. Fighting to regain his composure, he was 
determined not to be beaten at his own game; "Very 
well, you can proceed down the road and take the 
slipway into a one-way street." 

"A one way street? This should be easy" Rachel thought. 
But Crivelli added: "Oh, its starting to rain." 

Rachel immediately made the motion of turning on the 
windshield wipers. Crivelli was silent for a moment, 
and then smiled at her, : "There are at least two major 
safety procedures you skipped, you can think for 
awhile, but this will cost you your bra, mini and 
panties all at once" 

Rachel was horrified, she quickly ran through the 
mental checklist and conceded: "Ok, maybe I should have 
slowed down, and I did not, but that's only one 
oversight, you can have the mini and that's all." 

Crivelli shook his head: "You missed out something 
else, any way failing to slow in itself is a major 
fault and will cost you two clothes items, so lets have 
your mini and your bra." He stretched his open hands 
out eagerly waiting for her to hand over her clothing. 

Rachel: "Ok, but you also have to tell me what I missed 
out, how do I know you are not just making it up?" 

Crivelli: "Quit wasting time, lose the bra first and 
then the mini, before we talk. Or do you need me to 
help you." He sniggered and started towards her. 

Alarmed by his advance Rachel quickly unhooked her 
white silk bra and handed it to him. Crivelli brought 
the silky soft material to his nose and inhaled deeply; 
"Mmmm, so this is what you smell like, fresh roses and 
lilies." His eyes widened when he saw her firm supple 
breasts, each crowned delicately with a nipple. 

Rachel could almost feel his eyes roaming her upper 
body and gave an involuntary shudder. Crivelli flung 
the silky bra into the growing heap of clothing lying 
on the dirty office floor and greedily took hold of a 
breast in each hand. Freed of their lacy constraints 
they felt softer and warmer to the touch. He took hold 
of each nipple between his fingers again and proceeded 
to gently rub them again and again, smiling in glee as 
he felt them partially harden between his fingers. 

Rachel suddenly felt breathless. She realized with a 
shock that in spite of her physical revulsion of 
Crivelli, she too had been unconsciously swept up by 
the make-believe game and the underlying sexual 
tension. Her skin felt moist and clammy and she could 
hear the rapid acceleration of her heart beat. 

An involuntary gasp almost escaped her lips as Crivelli 
suddenly bent over and hungrily took her left breast 
and nipple in his mouth, sucking noisily on it like it 
was an ice-cream cone, while he continued to twiddle 
her right nipple between the fingers of his other hand. 

Composing herself, Rachel interrupted his suckling: 
"What about the second item I missed out, what was it, 
or were you just bluffing?" 

As Crivelli his head from her left breast momentarily, 
a slimy trail of saliva dangled from his lips to her 
nipple. Crivelli huskily said: "Well are you sure you 
want me to tell you, cause if I do, that means you also 
lose your panties, think about it." 

He returned his focus, but now on her right breast and 
slowly covered the delicate soft skin around the nipple 
with warm wet kisses. His beard pricked and tickled the 
delicate area and he watched in fascination as goose 
bumps broke out on the sensitive skin. Again, he took 
hold of her now erect nipple in his mouth, covering it 
with warm wet saliva as he sucked and teased it to full 
erection, savoring the taste and texture of the soft 
skin in his mouth. 

Rachel did not let his off: "You are bluffing, I did 
not miss anything else." 

Crivelli: "Your mini please," he said huskily, "we can 
discuss that after you hand it over, but I advise that 
in your own interest you do not pursue the matter." 

Standing up, she slipped out of her mini-skirt, feeling 
very vulnerable in her virtually naked state. Her 
petite slender body was now only covered by a small 
white lacy silk panty. She knew that the expensive 
material was designed to be as inconspicuous as 
possible clinging to her like a second skin so that it 
would not show through even the most body hugging 
skirt. 

But it also meant it barely covered her pubic area, 
following the contours of her vagina. So fine and sheer 
was the material that she knew Crivelli would notice 
the indentations on it as it molded itself to the sweet 
crack between her legs. Her worst fears were confirmed 
when she heard a sharp gasp from Crivelli. The 
perverted midget had his eyes wide open and glued to 
the area between her legs. 

As his eyes took hold of Rachel's near naked form, 
Crivelli could hardly contain his excitement. Eagerly 
he whispered: "Turn around and let's have a good look 
at you." From his experience, he knew that most women 
looked better with their clothes and make-up on to hide 
any flaws in their completely natural form. Only a rare 
5% looked even better up close and naked. 

It was his lucky day as Rachel easily qualified in this 
rare top 5 percentile. Her ivory white skin was 
flawless and whiles she was not too tall, she was 
blessed with long slender arms and legs. As she turned 
around, he sank to his knees and allowed his eyes to 
slowly follow the supple contours of her bare legs, all 
the way until it joined with a small inviting opening 
that was barely visible through the sheer white silky 
garment. 

Crivelli was in haven, on his knees he reached up to 
again savor the delicate curves of her breasts. But the 
unexplored new area between Rachel's legs was too 
tantalizing. He could make out the small black patch of 
very fine pubic hair which was barely contained by the 
fabric. A single strand of hair escaped the tight lacy 
confines and beckoned seductively to him. Answering its 
call he moved his hands lower to unhook the silk 
garment. 

Rachel: "No, no, you know your own rules, tell me what 
I missed first before you can uncover me completely." 

Crivelli looked up: "And if I show you this is not a 
bluff, that you did miss another crucial safety 
procedure?" 

Rachel: "Well that means I failed your test and we can 
terminate the lesson." She conceded reluctantly. 

Clasping and unclasping his hands impatiently, rage 
filled Crivelli, his eager fingers came within a hair's 
breath making heavenly contact, separated only by a 
small thin material. 

He knew he had an ace in the bag. Rachel had forgotten 
to also turn-on her headlights to improve visibility 
during a shower. The problem was that once he told her 
this, she would have failed the test (he would have 
removed the last article of her clothing), and Crivelli 
did not want the test to end now, especially just when 
it was getting interesting. He needed time to search 
for a new solution, but he also wanted so badly to 
simply rip the flimsy silk material away. 

As she was still standing up, he motioned for her to 
place her left feet on the office table. When she did 
not comply he said: "This is still within the rules, 
the panties stay on for now." Reluctantly Rachel lifted 
her left feet onto the table. She knew this would give 
the perverted midget better access to explore the 
sensitive area between her legs, and it also stretched 
the already thin silk fabric, more tightly against her 
vagina. 

For the moment he had to be contented with exploring 
the outlines of the delicate small crevice between her 
legs through this thin silky and annoying material. 
Gently, his fingers traced the dip in the fine fabric 
which marked the entrance to Rachel's vagina, 
familiarizing them selves with its width, length and 
depth much like a blind man would examine a fine object 
of art. 

Not content to linger at the outer edges, Crivelli's 
fingers found the area where the white silky material 
appeared to almost hug the inner entrance of Rachel's 
vagina, and moved around that region in a circular 
motion to increase its outline and indentation. 
Locating the center region where the dip in the silky 
fabric was the greatest, Crivelli applied gentle 
pressure with index finger and gently encouraged a 
little more of the silky fabric to dip further into 
this nether region. 

Crivelli found it erotic that only the thin silky 
barrier separated the hostile elements of the outer 
world from intruding into Rachel's moist interior. As 
his finger lingered in this nether region between 
heaven and earth, he could almost feel the warm moist 
heat that radiated from Rachel's crevice through the 
silky walls of her panties. 

Unable to resist, he moved his face to within a few 
short inches of the entrance. At such close proximity, 
he was able to detect a faint whiff of her natural 
intimate scent that filtered through the semi-porous 
walls of the silk fabric, from deep within her moist 
interior. It was a delicious scent and for a moment he 
desperately fought to control the primal urge to bury 
his nose in the crevice. 

As he continued to probe the delicate orifice, Crivelli 
realized that he was able to get more of the silky 
fabric into the fine crack. He smiled as a nasty idea 
entered his head. Momentarily his hands moved away and 
took hold of the elastic straps of the panties which 
hugged Rachel's narrow waste. He gently pulled the 
elastic band upwards and watched in fascination as more 
of the silky material moved from the outer edges and 
slipped into the divide. >From his unique vantage below 
her raised legs, Crivelli could also see that a lot of 
the silky panties had disappeared up Rachel's arse. 

The silky barrier which had originally been a barrier 
and source of irritation to him was now a potent sexual 
tool. But with both his hands pulling on the elastic 
straps, he could not explore this new novel situation. 
Quickly he barked out: "Grab hold of the straps my 
obedient student." 

As Rachel's unwilling hands replaced his own and kept 
the tension on the panty tight, Crivelli returned to 
the nether region to examine his new handy work more 
closely. The sheer silk fabric now embraced Rachel's 
folds even more closely. The tension had reduced the 
fabric to just a third of its originally surface area, 
and much of this was intruding into Rachel's small 
crack. 

So intimate was the embrace that he could make out the 
faint nub of her clitoris protruding gently from the 
silky fabric. Fascinated and aroused at the same time, 
his fingers sought out the indentation of the small nub 
through the thin cloth, gently massaging it and teasing 
it. An involuntary shudder ran through Rachel as his 
index fingers teased the sensitive nub in a circular 
tickling motion. 

Crivelli thought he sensed a change in the texture of 
the silk as it became damp and hot. Eagerly he buried 
his nose into the spot on the silky fabric which 
outlined the faint nub of her clitoris. He could almost 
taste her delicious scent through the semi-porous silk. 

As Crivelli continued to explore her sensitive lips 
through the silk fabric, Rachel tried to understand the 
sudden urge that was stirring faintly within her. She 
knew that she had to quell this flicker now, before it 
became a raging inferno which would consume her. 

She had to bring this test to a quick end, and there 
was still a chance she could walk out with all her 
clothes on and secure her driving lessons; "Ok, lets 
make this winner takes all. I will call you bluff, but 
if this is a bluff I have passed your test and I get my 
driving lessons immediately." 

And then he smiled as he saw a solution: "Rachel, I can 
tell you have missed a major safety procedure, which 
would mean under the circumstances that you have failed 
the test as you would have literally lost all the 
clothes on you. But you have the option of doing a 
remedial lesson immediately for an hour, that would be 
all that is required to pass the final segment of this 
test. Do we agree?" 

Rachel pondered this new option. She knew it meant she 
would definitely walk out of the garage with what she 
wanted. The only question was the price she had to pay. 
If she called his bluff and won, she was in a win-win 
situation. But if she lost her bet, she would still get 
her lesson albeit at a heavy price. She felt in a 
gambling mood and finally nodded her head in consent to 
the new terms. 

Crivelli smiled as he revealed his wild card: "The 
headlights, you have to turn them on when its raining 
to improve visibility. Its game over for you, now lets 
start with the remedial lessons., and please do 
remember everything goes in this one hour session, you 
have to comply." 

With a sinking heart, Rachel knew that she had been out 
maneuvered. It was a first for her. She started to 
retrieve her clothes but he stopped her. 

Crivelli; "No, no, we start as you are when you 
finished your test. In fact, you still owe me your 
panties, come on," he gestured impatiently. 

Reluctantly she slipped out of the flimsy garment and 
handed it to him. He immediately buried his nose and 
mouth in it; "Ahhh, what a heavenly smell, you have a 
most tantalizing after taste Rachel." 

But Crivelli soon forgot the panties the sweet dessert 
nestled neatly between Rachel's legs. Until now he had 
only viewed her crack through the semi-transparent silk 
material. But his breath escaped his dry lips when his 
hungry eyes finally took hold of the small delicate 
pink slit which was surrounded by a small trim patch of 
fine pubic hair. 

Suddenly, Rachel heard footsteps and a door opening and 
shutting. Joey had returned and had entered the office, 
standing at the doorway with his mouth agape: "Jesus 
Christ looks like I got back just in time, wow will you 
look at the top quality merchandise!" 

Rachel suddenly felt very vulnerable standing in the 
office totally nude, under the scrutiny of two perverts 
who were roaming every inch of her naked body with 
their eyes. But she almost had a heart attack when she 
heard Crivelli's next words." 

Crivelli: "Yes we are in the midst of a driving lesson 
and if you are a good boy you can be my assistant." 

Joey: "No problem, I can be your assistant, lets get 
the lesson started." 

Crivelli: "Well Rachel here just failed her first mock 
driving test, so we need to start the lesson with the 
basic fundamentals. The first lesson then is how to sit 
correctly in a car." 

Both Rachel and Joey thought Crivelli had taken leave 
of his senses, but he continued; "Come sit here on the 
reclining chair again little missy." 

Unsure of what exactly the old pervert had in mind, 
Rachel settled uneasily back into the huge reclining 
chair. 

Crivelli: "You see my child driving requires great 
discipline. You have to pay complete attention to the 
road, and ignore all else. You must stare right ahead, 
forget your physical body, ignore that itch that needs 
to be scratched. Accidents happen only when people are 
distracted and become careless." 

With that, he pulled the lever at the side of the huge 
chair, tilting the chair into an almost horizontal 
position. The chair was equipped with leg rests which 
popped up as the chair reclined. Fully reclined the 
huge chair was as big as a single bed. 

Crivelli continued; "Remember Rachel no matter what 
happens in the next hour, you cannot move, you must 
maintain your focus on the road ahead and exercise 
discipline. Joey and I will provide you with some 
distractions to test your discipline." 

Rachel: "This is ridiculous, there is no such test 
procedure." 

Crivelli hushed her: "My methods are unconventional but 
they yield the desired results, now be obedient my dear 
student." 

Crivelli anxiously moved forward thrusting the old 
pizza cover again into her hands "Don't forget your 
wheel." He sniggered as he raised both her arms above 
her head, resting them on the head of the chair. Rachel 
was forced to clasp the pizza cover with both arms 
raised above her head. It was an awkward position, made 
bearable only because she could rest her arms on the 
top of the chair above. 

Eager to begin, Crivelli started where he was, covering 
the length of Rachel's hands with gentle kissed. The 
prickly contact his beard made with the sensitive skin 
of her under arms raised goose pimples. The prickly 
ticklish sensation increased in intensity as his 
slobbering mouth moved slowly like a wet slug, towards 
her exposed arm-pit. Unable suppress herself, Rachel 
squirmed and almost lowered her arms. 

"No no, Rachel, you must concentrate and ignore the 
sensation...." Crivelli whispered, before settling his 
nose and mouth directly on the cleft of her armpit. 
This was the region with the heaviest concentration of 
scent glands and he could smell the accumulation of her 
perspiration after a day in the hot confines of his 
car. Dipping his tongue onto the damp cleft, it had a 
tangy but pleasant after taste. 

"Mmmm, I love the way you smell and taste..." he 
muttered. He lingered there for long unbearable seconds 
before moving down the side of her body, towards the 
gentle rise of her left breast. Designating this as 
explored territory, Crivelli's wandering nose and mouth 
moved lower down, like an obscene giant slug leaving a 
sticky trail of saliva in its meandering path. 

Slowly he made his way down again to her bare inner 
thighs, kissing the soft white flesh and running his 
wet warm tongue along the length of her leg, moving up 
towards Rachel's vagina. He noticed that as he moved 
closer to the crack, the texture of the skin became 
warm and moist and he could again feel the heat 
radiating from the epicenter. This time however there 
would be no silk barrier standing between his probing 
nose and tongue. 

Rachel's heart was in her mouth as she resisted the 
impulse to squirm out of the chair and push his head 
away. She breathed a sign of relief when Crivelli moved 
away from her mouth, but was quickly filled with 
apprehension as his nose neared the dewy opening 
between her legs. 

The long seconds seemed to stretch into minutes as the 
old pervert took his time to run his nose and mouth 
along her sensitive inner-thighs. It was a highly 
ticklish sensation which increased in intensity as his 
tongue wondered closer and closer to her moist opening. 
A gasp escaped her lips as she felt his mouth settling 
on the outer lips of her vagina. 

Crivelli: "Now you little bitch I am going to eat you 
till you come again and again and beg me not to stop." 

The small flame that was already awake deep within her 
loins were slowly fanned by Crivelli's encouraging 
nose, mouth and tongue. Rachel tried to suppress the 
hunger that was present but had remained relatively 
dormant throughout her encounter. Squeezing her eyes 
shut she concentrated only on maintain a tight grip of 
the pizza box over her head. 

"Yum, Rachel, you taste even better then you smell down 
here, especially with the silk panties gone." Crivelli 
smiled as he continued to probe the moist opening, 
burying his nose, mouth and tongue between her legs 
like a thirsty man, 

She flinched involuntarily as Crivelli's probing tongue 
found the sensitive nub of her clitoris and made first 
contact with it. "No, not there please..." she muttered 
weakly, which only encouraged him further. Again and 
again the snaking tongue lashed at her clitoris, 
relentlessly coaxing the sensitive nub, teasing it to 
full erection. 

Pushing his tongue now deep into her vagina, Crivelli 
attempted to cover her opening with his mouth. He 
detected the first unmistakable signs of her arousal 
when a tangy pleasant taste filled his mouth. "Ahhh, 
the ice-princess is slowly melting, lets speed-up the 
process..." He beckoned to Joey who, till now had been 
a speechless spectator "come on Joey, hope to it, you 
can have her top for now, lets turn this ice-maiden 
into a molten heap of lava." 

Snapping out of his spectator mode, Joey needed no 
second invitation and immediately took hole of Rachel's 
right nipple with his mouth sucking on it like a man 
possessed as fondled her left breast and teased her 
left nipple with his free hand. 

After a few minutes, he had both nipples at full 
erection and laughed: "Ahhh a woman's body is just like 
the internal combustion system of a car, you just need 
to find the ignition to get her going, now lets can 
find the accelerator and take this little hot-rod to 
the limit." And he moved on to explore every nook and 
cranny of her upper torso with his hands and mouth. 

Rachel's defenses were fast crumbling from the 
simultaneous assault of both Crivelli and Joey. She 
looked at the clock and saw that she still had to 
endure 40 minutes of this torment before the session 
was over. She cursed her body, it seemed that all her 
senses were heightened in her state of arousal, so 
closing her eyes did not help much as she could feel 
hands, fingers and mouths moving all over her body. 

Her body stiffened as Crivelli replaced his tongue with 
his thumb, moving it in a circular motion over her 
clitoris again and again, fanning the increasing flames 
that were building within her loins. The sensation was 
unbearable as Rachel shook her head, trying to close 
out the urgent hungry need that was fast building 
within her. Slowly Crivelli also inserted an index 
finger into the small pink opening. 

Rachel had not had penetrative sex for well over a year 
and the penetration even by Crivelli's relatively small 
index finger was painful to her. But the initial pain 
soon gave way to a moist wet heat. After long minutes 
Crivelli extracted his index fingers from her moist 
interior, it was wet and coated with her liquid arousal 
"Mmmmm, tastes just like honey, only sweeter." He said 
after he inserted the finger into his mouth. Quickly he 
inserted two fingers back into her moist interior, 
still massaging her clitoris with his thumb. 

With every tickle of Crivelli's insistent fingers, 
Rachel could feel her unwilling body being coaxed into 
further arousal. The hunger between her loins increased 
like an internal flame spreading swiftly and consuming 
her from within, forcing her reluctant body to search 
for the ultimate release.

Rachel cursed her body for its weakness, biting her 
lips she tried to shut out the raging fire within her 
but it was to no avail. A shudder ran through her as 
she felt Joey's moist tongue circling her right nipple 
again, clamping onto it like a vacuum cleaner, fanning 
the flames within her. 

Suddenly, Rachel recognized the first tell tale signs 
of an approaching orgasm. Her body was hovering on the 
outer edges of a huge vortex and the tickle of every 
tongue and finger under Crivelli's and Joey's combined 
coaxing, nudged her closer to the black hole at the 
center of the vortex. She knew that if she tittered 
over the outer edges, there would be no way she could 
fight the immense forces that would suck her into the 
epicenter. 

She tried to hide the raging inferno within her by 
presenting her body as a cold unresponsive slab of ice 
to her tormentors, hoping they would give-up. But her 
rebellious body again betrayed her to Crivelli's 
wondering fingers which were exploring her warm moist 
interior. 

Crivelli smiled as his probing fingers detected 
increased wetness in Rachel's vagina: "I think I found 
the accelerator for this little hot-rod, and I am going 
to floor the pedal and burn rubber..." With that, he 
buried his tongue once again between her legs, sticking 
the warm wet organ as far into the small pink orifice 
as possible. 

Joey countered; "Naaah, you found the stick shift, the 
accelerator is way up here, look at the way her little 
pink nubs are jutting out, just waiting to be eaten," 
and he moved his warm wet mouth to Rachel's left breast 
and nipple. 

Slowly but surely the liquid fire within her loins 
spread and connected with the other small fires that 
were being fanned through out her body. Together they 
would merge into a huge with only one possible 
explosive end. As her last defenses crumbled, Rachel 
failed to suppress another shudder which ran through 
her body, encouraging both her tormentors to intensify 
their assault. 

The worst part of the ordeal was that she had to 
mentally focus on keeping her hands above her. It would 
have been easier if she had been tied down. As it was, 
she had to keep both arms raised above her voluntarily. 
Her fast diminishing physical resources were divided 
between fending off Crivelli and Joey, as well as 
fighting the natural urge within her to bring her arms 
down to fend off her predators. 

Both Crivelli and Joey could feel the sexual tension 
which was building up within Rachel. Her ivory white 
skin felt hot and feverish to the touch and was moist 
with her perspiration. Her breathing was rapid and a 
flushed look replaced her usually white complexion. 
Both of them felt another shudder running through her 
body. Realizing that Rachel was about to come, both of 
them redoubled their efforts. 

Again and again Crivelli continued the sweet torment on 
her clitoris and vagina, teasing the small nub into a 
fevered state of arousal until it was fully engorge 
with blood and had expanded several times in size. 
Seizing on the moment, he clamped his entire mouth onto 
the quivering small nub, licking and sucking it. 

Rachel cried out in frustration as Crivelli's insistent 
mouth and tongue brought her over the crest. She was 
now caught in the huge whirl pool of the immense vortex 
and was quickly sucked towards the bottomless black 
hole at its center. Already she could feel the small 
tremors of the approaching orgasm and knew that the 
battle was over. 

Rachel prayed for the end to come swiftly, but the 
hunger was all consuming as it continue to intensify 
with no end in sight. She opened her legs pushing his 
mouth deeper into her crack searching for the blissful 
release that remained tauntingly just beyond reach. 

Not content to just taste her tit, Joey bit down 
savagely on her fully erect nipple, seizing hold of the 
sensitive small nub between his teeth and clamping down 
painfully on it. The coppery taste of blood filled his 
mouth and he kept a grip on the nipple. The pain caught 
Rachel completely by surprise, she flinched and cried 
out in shock. Not to be outdone, Crivelli pushed his 
index fingers up her arsehole, tickling the tight 
opening before venturing into the tight orifice. 

Caught between Crivelli's talented tongue and his 
teasing index fingers, Rachel was already on the brink 
of orgasm when the sharp biting pain on her nipple from 
Joey's teeth sent her into a sexual frenzy. The final 
combined assault finally triggered the huge orgasm 
within her. "Noooooo..." Rachel cried out in 
desperation as the sheer intensity of the orgasm 
consumed her completely. Her body convulsed as if it 
was seized by a billion bolts of electricity, and her 
back arched in spasm lifting her upper torso off the 
chair, as the first wave of the orgasm took hold. 

Crivelli and Joey were merciless and gave her no 
respite, eager to tease her sexual frenzy into an even 
more fevered state of arousal. Joey moved his mouth 
from the bloody tip of her right nipple and now bit 
down savagely on her erect left nipple. Small rivulets 
of blood trailed slowly from the tips of both breasts 
down her sweat slick body. 

Crivelli inserted a second finger painfully into her 
anus. He could already feel the strong contraction of 
Rachel's vagina as she was caught in the throes of the 
immense orgasm. 

For Rachel the orgasm seemed to stretch on for eternity 
as her body failed to find the blissful end of the 
gigantic wave of pleasure. Suddenly she realized 
through her fevered mind that the first wave of 
pleasure was replaced by a second even more intense 
wave. 

In no time, Crivelli's pistoning tongue, and hot 
sucking mouth pushed Rachel over the brink. He could 
feel the contractions in Rachel's pussy that signaled 
her orgasm. Even with his head buried deep between her 
soft fragrant thighs, he could feel the rest of her 
body going rigid as it was seized in a series of 
convulsions. He paused for awhile and watched in morbid 
fascination as the pink, petal like lips of her vagina 
appeared to open and close on their own. They appeared 
to beckon to him and heeding their call he dived into 
her moist wet folds again. 

With Crivelli's tongue drilling into her and Joey's 
mouth fastened on her tit, Rachel reached the precipice 
of passion. All rational thought left her as she 
succumbed to her need for release. Rolling waves of 
red-hot rapture spread rapidly from her loins to every 
part of her. For a wonderful moment of eternity she was 
filled with ecstasy and time stood still as each tickle 
of Crivelli's tongue brought her to the crest of an 
ever higher orgasmic wave. On and on they teased her 
until she felt her body could take no more. 

At long last, with her sweat slick body totally 
exhausted, Rachel found the final release to her 
marathon of multiple orgasms. With a final convulsive 
shudder, she felt like her vagina was turning itself 
inside out as several jets of clear fluid squirted from 
her gasping pussy. 

Thoroughly drained by the intense session of extended 
sex, Rachel slowly felt her body floating gently back 
to earth. She was totally bathed in sweat and felt numb 
all over. She was rudely awakened by Crivelli: "Well, 
well Rachel it seems in your moment of final passion, 
your hands have left the steering wheel." 

In dismay Rachel noticed that her hands had dropped to 
her side and the pizza cover was lying on the floor. 
Noting the dismay on her face Crivelli continued: "Now, 
now my dear, no need to worry, you performed admirably 
throughout your tests and Joey and I have decided you 
can start proper lessons as soon as you wish." 

"Why thank you Mr. Crivelli," Rachel managed to croak. 

Crivelli: "Of cause, since we have made exceptions in 
your case to allow you to proceed with lessons even 
when you failed the final initiation, there will be 
further impromptu tests in your daily lessons." He 
smiled. 

Rachel was too tired at this point to argue and decided 
to deal with this new issue as and when it arose. 

-THE END- 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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