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 créme de le créme 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
fa�ade.
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.