Driving Lesson [M/f] [anal]

“You’ll want to be in third gear here, Emma” I advise over the increasingly loud protestations of the engine.

“Sorry!” you say, depressing the clutch and shifting up a gear.

You’ve been taking weekly lessons with me for a month now, in anticipation of your upcoming driving test. You’ve generally been pretty good in your lessons, but this week, you’re missing gear changes, drifting in the lane, and generally making a mess of things.

“Watch out for the…” I shout, just before there’s a terrible noise of grinding metal. “…the curb.”

“Oh no! I’m sorry!” you exclaim, sounding as if you’re nearing tears.

“It’s alright, you just scraped the wheel a little. Why don’t you pull over and stop.” I say, reassuringly.

You pull over, put the gearshift into neutral and apply the handbrake. As the engine is idling, you slump in the driver’s seat.

“What’s the trouble, Emma? You’re usually better than this. Is everything alright?” I inquire.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Edwards. It’s…it’s just that I broke up with my boyfriend last week. I’m having trouble thinking straight.” you say, sounding as if you’re nearing your breaking point.

“Oh, sweetie. I’m sorry to hear that. Come here.” I say, extending my arms for a hug.

You lean in, and I wrap my arms around you. I can feel you shaking a bit at my touch, and you let out a small sigh of satifaction as you nestle against my chest.

“You really loved him, didn’t you?” I ask.

“No, not really at all.” you mutter into my embrace. “He was a bastard. I hated him. It’s just that…”

“It’s just what?” I say, curiosity piqued.

“Well…I find it hard to concentrate if I’m not being…touched.” you admit in the smallest voice possible.

“Oh.” I say, as you begin to unconsciously stroke my chest with small movements. I feel my cock start to stir a bit. “Is that something you need?”

“Yes, all the time! If I go three or four days without a man, I can’t get anything done.” you say, a bit more bravely than before. Your right hand begins to drift lower, across my stomach.

“Is that so?” I say, as your hand drifts ever closer to the growing bulge in my trousers. “In that case, why don’t you pull into that dead end up ahead.” I add, breaking the embrace, and directing you to put your hands back on the wheel.

“Yes Sir.” you say, putting the car into gear and pulling around the corner. You turn onto the secluded street, drive down a couple hundred yards, and pull into the grass, under a shady tree. You park the car, and turn off the ignition, then turn towards me expectantly.

“I generally have a rule about getting involved with my students, but I don’t think I’ve ever had a student who was quite as much of a self-admitted slut as you are, Emma.” I say, eyeing your petite body with hunger.

I reach across the armrest of the car and begin to stroke your bare thigh, eliciting a small sigh as my hand moves up toward the hem of your skirt. I bring my face close to yours, and you tilt your head back slightly, mouth open in anticipation. Your breath is hot. My hand makes its way up your inner thigh, finding your panties completely soaked. I push them to the side, and feel your slick, bare pussy, lips parted. My middle finger grazes your clit, and you moan as I finally kiss you. I slip one finger, followed by another into your pussy, finding little resistance. I push in and out, enjoying the tension I can feel with my arm wrapped around your shoulders. I move my finger back to your clit, feeling it harden under my touch. I stroke faster as our tongues entwine, feeling your tension build and build. You begin to fully shake as I stroke ever faster, reaching a crescendo as you moan into my mouth. I feel your tension escalate, then release with a soft whimper, as a gush of wetness soaks my hand.

“You are quite a little slut, Emma.” I say, breaking our kiss. I look down at the driver’s seat, seeing the wet spot where you squirted from my touch. “Hmm. That won’t do, will it?”

I unbuckle my seatbelt, open the passenger door, and walk around the car, opening the driver’s door. I lean over you, release your belt as well, and offer my hand for you to get out. Once you’re standing, I grab you by the hair, force you to bend over, and mash your face into the wet patch on the seat.

“Clean up your mess, slut.” I order, unbuckling my belt. I flip up your skirt and lower your panties, revealing your plump ass and glistening pussy. I pull my thick cock out of my trousers, give it one or two strokes, and line up the head with your opening, before pushing the head into you. You begin to lick your wetness off the seat, squealing with delight as I stretch you out.

“Oh, Mr. Edwards! You’re huge!” you moan into the car seat.

“Use that mouth to do what I told you, slut.” I say, increasing the pace of my thrusts. I reach around your body to stroke your clit some more, as I feel the head of my cock bumping against your cervix.

“Oh god, you’re going to make me come again!” you shriek, as I feel your little cunt start to contract around me. Your moans increase in pitch until you reach your climax, clawing the car seat with both hands. You shudder, breathing heavily as you come down from the peak. I withdraw my cock, and you slump forward into the car.

“Get up.” I order, and pull you up and out of the car. I turn you around, direct you onto your knees in the grass, and offer my cock to your mouth. You greedily begin to suck it, though you can’t make much headway with your little mouth. “Do you like tasting yourself on my cock, slut?”

You groan appreciatively with my cock in your mouth. You bob your head up and down for a few seconds, before pulling it out and stroking it with your small hand, which doesn’t quite manage to close around my girth. “God, you’re so big! My boyfriend’s cock wasn’t half as big as yours! And it’s THICK!” you say, gleefully taking me back into your mouth.

While I’m enjoying the sensation of your mouth, I can tell it’s not going to get me anywhere, so I grab you by the hair. Your mouth comes off my cock with a pop, and you make a little disappointed noise. I open the rear door of the car, and roughly toss you into the backseat. You lie back on the seat, lift your ass up and pull your panties off, then spread your legs again, eyes never leaving my erection. I follow you into the backseat, and slide my cock back into your needy little pussy. I push my full length into you with one quick stroke, causing you to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure. I withdraw just a bit and thrust back in, causing more noise from you, this time much more pleasurable. I continue to thrust into you, then order you to rub your clit for me. You do so, and your moans again increase in pitch and intensity. After only ten or twenty seconds, I feel you start to reach another orgasm. Your hips begin to buck, and your fingers are frantic on your clit. You start making a high pitched noise, before I feel you squeeze me again, followed by another squirt, this time all over the front of my shirt. As you recover, I wrap my arms around you, feeling you shudder with pleasure.

“You just keep making messes, young lady” I say, mock admonishingly.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Edwards. You just make me feel so good!” you say, admiringly.

“I’m glad.” I reply.

“Um…do you think you could…” you ask, hesitantly.

“Could what?” I respond.

“Could you…put it in my arse? I’ve never had anything as big as you in there, but I have a plug at home that’s almost as big, and I love the way it feels.”

My eyes widen a bit. “You really are a slut, aren’t you? I’d love to fuck you in the ass, but I don’t carry lube around with me.”

“I do!” you say, brightly. You reach into the front seat, grab your purse, and pull out a bottle of lube.

“I should have guessed.” I respond, taking the lube and applying it to your asshole and my cock. I push your legs up towards your shoulders and line myself up with your now-slick asshole.

“Go slow, please. You really are gigantic.” you whine, as you feel the head of my cock press against your tight ass. I feel a moment of resistance before you relax, and my head pops in. We both simultaneously let out low groans as you stretch to accommodate me. After a few seconds to adapt, I begin to push deeper into you. Your asshole is incredibly tight, but I manage to get all the way in with patience and insistence. I begin to thrust, and you continue to groan in pleasure. As I penetrate you, I reach between our bodies and slide two fingers into your soaked cunt, curling them upwards to stroke the most sensitive part of you. You gasp, and almost unconsciously move your hand down to meet mine, beginning to stroke your clit some more. I feel your asshole tighten around me as you come again, and it brings me closer to my own orgasm.

“Oh…oh god, Mr. Edwards! I can’t stop coming! You feel amaaaaazing in me!” you moan, reaching yet another peak.

“Ungh…you feel…oh fuck, I’m gonna come too” I grunt.

“Please, god please come in my arse, Sir!” you shout. Needing no further encouragement, I feel the familiar electric sensation of a massive orgasm run down my spine, as I shoot rope after rope of semen into your bowels. I bellow in ecstacy as I feel you reach a final orgasm of your own.

We both collapse into a sweaty heap in the backseat. After catching our breath, we get up, straightening our now-soiled clothing. Without a word, I get into the driver’s seat, you into the passenger. I start the car, turn it around, and drive you back to your house.

“Um…I was thinking…maybe I could do more frequent lessons over the next few weeks. I could use the practice!” you say, mock-innocently.

“Yes, I think you could. I’ll see you on Thursday, Emma.” I say, as you exit the car and close the door.

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