Sex starved women: 1> the Driving test
written by:
Chris-t6290

Story outline: Having realised she had failed her fourth driving test, and on a couple of trivial matters, Jenny Robertson, somewhat ever confident, drove back to the test centre with her examiner David Small...!

Introduction. Although the theme/imprint suggests that the women in the ‘6' stories maybe neglected by the amount of sex they have, they are, in fact, starved of good sex; the type of pleasurable sex that my readers, male and female alike, have come to realise I have an understanding of (see my interview).

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When my driving examiner, David Small, directed me to turn the car around and head back to the test centre, I knew straight away, and from the tone of his voice, that I had failed; and for the fourth time.

I wouldn't mind, but they were a couple of minor things: Not telling him, a grown up, to do up his seat belt, and failing to complete a 3-point turn in a narrow street; it's not like I was driving a mini or a compact.

Nevertheless, and within myself, I felt quietly confident, however, that gave way to slight nerves when I took a sharp left turn.

"That was a perfect turn you made, there, Mrs Robertson, but the test, apart from the written aspect, is over," David commended me.

"Hold on, this isn't the route," he suddenly realised.

No, it wasn't. It was, as we got nearer, a desolate area at the end of a long driveway.

"Right, so what's the bad news, David," I exclaimed, having applied the handbrake.

"As far as your test goes, you've failed."

"I figured that out when you expected me to wet nurse you over your safety belt."

"Okay, granted, but what about the 4-point turn you ended up making."

"If you'd chosen somewhere with a bit more room I would have done a perfect u-turn," I rejoined.

"I suppose you're wondering why we've stopped," I next said, in answer to the point I quickly interrupted him raising.

"Yeah, that had crossed my mind," he mentioned.

I'd noticed that David hadn't marked my errors on his sheet and that got me to wondering. Was he now being deliberately coy with me, or was he expecting me to beg.

"Your pen's been somewhat idle," I intoned, before releasing my seat belt and turning to face him.

"What do you mean?"

"Come now, David, it's alright if I call you David," I crooned, as I crossed one leg over the other at my shins. "Surely you're too much of an adult, the safety belt issue aside, that I don't need to spell it out for you," I added, my voice both sultry and sedate, even with the safety belt dig.

"You're married. What would your husband think?" the spoilsport was quick to point out. However, I'm not one to give up on something...!

"Ray! He hasn't given me a good fuck in months, and that's what I'm offering; if you're up to it that is." The last part was more of a challenge than a taunt, could, would David, in fact, be able to satisfy my needs as a woman, and not be just another Ray. I was taking a big, huge chance, offering sex to my driving test examiner.

"You're right, Mrs Robertson, I haven't marked your faults on the test paper—yet!"

"Call me, Jenny," I intoned, and subsequently continued: "So, was I right, were you somewhat hoping for this kind of offer...it's okay, it doesn't matter," I was quick to add.

Moments later, and with any possible uncomfortableness forgotten, I moved my left hand to David's left thigh, which was vaguely warm through his grey slacks, I noticed. As I then brushed my hand along his calves, I managed to unintentionally smooth the material along his thigh. That caused a vague outline of his cock to become noticeable along the inside of the thigh I was ministering to.

"Let me see it, take it out, please," I intoned, my voice quite husky while showing traces of anticipation.

This wouldn't be the first time I've ‘played away'; had sex with someone other than Ray, that is. I don't make a habit of it, even though I suppose I probably should. Of course, I love Ray, but a marriage needs more; I need more, and not just a quick fuck when he's in the mood.

David's cock was both long and thick, more than that of Ray's, but, as the saying goes, it's not just the size of the vessel that counts!

"I don't want this, what we're about to do, to be over in 10 minutes, I get that at home from Ray," I told him, as I moved to stroke his warm though not yet quite firm shaft.

"That's okay, I'll say we had car trouble," David assuaged me, intimating we could be a lot longer, which was thoughtful of him.

"The seats go back, but not down," David mentioned. ‘No, but I do,' my mind remarked, just before I ducked my head to first sense the warmth of his cock against that of my face, then to mouth the puffy glans with my lips.

It was a bit awkward at first, what with the steering wheel and gear stick to navigate around, however, and with some manoeuvring on David's part, I soon had the first few inches of his cock in my mouth.

"It's a pleasant sunny day, why don't I get out of the car, then you can sit on my side, that way I can get at your pussy afterwards," he proposed, thoughtfully, and I gratefully accepted, alighting from my side and going around to where he was holding the door open for me.

"What about, you know...!" I coyly said, as I ducked under David's arm.

"You mean sex."

"No, I mean fuck! Your warm hard moist cock in my warm wet pussy, thrusting nice and hard and deep in it," I exclaimed, thereby leaving my driving instructor in no doubt as to how I wanted to be handled before sitting down on his seat.

Although back seats of cars are long enough, the additional seat belts can get in the way; put the one underneath off their concentration and stride. Other than that, though, there's really only one, missionary, position, and I wasn't looking to be the one to brush their head against the roof of the test car either.

As I sat myself down I pulled up my skirt, enough that David would be able to notice the start of my lace top hold ups; something to look forward to later rather than sooner.

"Do you want me to...!"

"Fuck my mouth with it...! I'm going to suck your dick anyway, so...!" I intimated, before once more taking a hold of his erection and this time, now that I had reasonable room, start by licking around the head.

"Oooh yes, emn," he moaned in pleasured response to my oral attention.

Having directed the length of David's hard cock against his abdomen, I slid my tongue up and down its warm fleshy length several times and then teased his sac and its contents before once more sliding my tongue up the underside of his cock and with a pleasant slither.

When I reached the top, the crown, I noticed a welcome reward for my efforts. A bubble of pre-cum had seeped from the eye. I smiled to myself as I licked it up. It tasted quite pleasant, and so I made a show of licking and slithering my tongue around the head, made more turgid by grasping David's shaft and applying a light squeeze.

"Come on, then," I soon said, and relaxed my grip on his shaft and welcomed him fucking my mouth with its thick length.

Suffice it to say, David subsequently came, filling my mouth with his warm sticky liquid, which I let drain down my throat.

I said nothing, once he'd taken himself from me. I figured he was the sort of man, lover, if you like, who could produce twice at the very least.

What David did next caught me by surprise. He ducked his head, as if going to raise my skirt and reposition me to better get at my horny jewel box. Before that, though, he kissed me on my lips. I welcomed him, of course, even going so far as to surrender my lips to that of my test examiner's explorative tongue.

"Ermn, emn," I moaned, and while he continued with that, David helped me up enough that he was able to subsequently draw my skirt from under my shapely ass and settle me back down, though a bit more forward - my head would be back on my seat, if that David was to lay me fully back on it, which he seemed ever reluctant to do at that moment.

Still kissing, and me getting hotter by the second, I then felt his hands on my blouse, undo the top several buttons, followed by the warm air of the early afternoon, which danced on the swell of my vaguely heaving breasts; even more so when David drew down the flimsy material of the size ‘C' cups. Who said men can't multi-task!

"Huh, huh, huh," I recall myself gasping, when he broke our passionate kiss. Reluctant, David may have been at the start, but not then.

Immediately, and gazing coyly and pleasantly at me, he cupped both my 38C globes and licked his lips before me; teasing me, almost, with his intentions.

"Lick them, suck them for me," I lowly moaned, and soon felt the warmth of his lips around my hard left nipple.

"Hurmn," I moaned loudly (there being no one around to otherwise hear us).

"Fuck, emn yes, more, like that, David, just fucking like that," I urged, as my body began to emit small judders of pleasure from his continued attention.

"Fuck yes, make me cum, make me fucking cum for you," I continued, as my cunt muscles began contracting and my orgasm presently ripped through my body. ‘Woa! That's never happened before, not from just having my breasts and nipples pleasured, anyway,' I realised to myself.

"Now for the other one," he grinned, and I found myself offering a welcome smile back at him.

To make it easier for David, I undid the rest of my blouse and soon had my bra unclipped, I then, not one for being embarrassed, drew up the front of my skirt and slid my hand inside my black thong, which I subsequently noticed was quite moist while my pussy was wet; very wet.

"Would you like to watch my play with myself, make my horny wet pussy cum for you," I moaned huskily, as I stroked my hard sticky stalk.

"Go on, then," David croaked encouragingly.

With his attention between my humid thighs as he sucked my right nipple, I drew the gusset to the side, thereby exposing the beauty of my groomed cunt to David's appreciative regard.

"I wouldn't have thought you'd be shaved, even partially. It's quite appealing," my examiner congratulated me, before returning to sucking and licking my teat while making a point of caressing them both.

"Yes, and any chance you could, emn, make your way down there, David," I crooned, as my fingers, in pairs, slid down either side of my firmed up sheathed clit and that of my moist ‘fuck flesh'.

"Be patient, Jenny. Remember, you wanted this to last," David intoned, adding a cheeky smile.

"Yes, yes, I did, only I'm quite horny, something I haven't felt in quite some time," I exclaimed, as my fingers kept up their mindful actions and I enjoyed the combined pleasure of David's attentiveness.

"Yes, more, I'm gonna cum again," I responded - my fingers now moving with fervent alacrity to draw my climax up and from deep inside me.

No sooner had I cum, than David took my fingers, drew them up to our eye level and subsequently licked the thumb and those next to it. After that, he offered the others to me. He obviously realised I was of a mind to suck his cock after he'd fucked me with it, which I was. Where's the harm. I had, after all, just swallowed David's cum, which he had gotten an aftertaste of.

"Emn, it is warm," I remarked, although more from the fire, which, and at that very moment, was smouldering away in my very core.

"Here, help me up," I said.

Having done so, and realising why, David helped me remove my blouse and bra, which he then folded up and placed on the roof.

‘Don't let me forget them,' I needlessly fretted. ‘Well, I'd have to consciously do my seat belt up across my naked breasts, if we were,' I realised, which made us both emit a smiled, silent chortle as I undid the button and zip of my skirt. I then, having stepped out of it, hung the garment over the door and then directed my hands towards my slender waist; there to remove my thong.

"Uh-uh, leave those on, Jenny. I want the pleasure of removing them and smelling the sweet scent of your delicious cunt," exclaimed David, and with welcome coarseness, stopping me just as I went to place my thumbs in either side of the waistband.

"You like my ‘cunt', then," I intonated.

"I feel a woman's, not to overuse the word, ‘cunt', is a thing of beauty," he rejoined, as I stood ready to sit on the passenger's seat.

"It's not used enough during sex and fucking, for my liking; provided it's used properly," I pointed out, as I lowered my ass on to the seat.

"Maybe kneel on it afterwards, I'd like to get at your ass, also - if that's okay."

"Fine by me. I'd quite welcome a finger - or two; or more, there, as well," I intoned, relishing getting my asshole rimmed at the least and maybe David's long thick cock up it at the most.

"Ready," David crooned, his face and, more to the point, his moistened lips, inches from my puffy mound, the lips of which, were framed by finely groomed blonde hairs, almost too light against my skin to be noticed.

"Please," I said, as I gazed back at him through my parted thighs and bent legs. My voice sounded like a begging whimper for him, my test examiner, to release the climax that was churning away inside me.

I watched as he moved lower and got closer. I sensed his breath on my heated sex. I then became aware, from David's movements, that he had drawn the gusset of my moist thong into a long strip of material to equal that of the back. The front had a lace design to it, and like this, as it was, it cut pleasurably into the cleft of my pussy. Even more so, when David began a slow up and down rocking motion while holding on to the gathered front.

"Fuck, yes, emn. That, most certainly, is different," I moaned, my voice agitated by the increased pleasure that was getting to me.

"Tease my clit with your tongue, David, I need to cum," I exclaimed - my fingers automatically going to my nipples, which I was soon rolling between finger and thumb and presently pulling, tweaking and twisting as my climax closed in on me.

David's breath was tantalisingly warm against my partially exposed pussy as he edged both himself and his tongue where I now wanted and needed it the most.

"Hurrmnn..." I languidly moaned, when he first kissed the engorged nub of my distended clit and then went on to lick and subsequently suck the tip, all while sawing the lace material along my cleft, only now more slower than before.

"Fuck, erm, oh fuck, more, more, make me cum, please," I emboldened David, my voice once more seemingly begging him.

Changing his tact while keeping me simmering, David drew the strip of my moist thong to the side. He then quickly licked two of his fingers, which he then slipped into my heated wet sex. Thereafter, and between finger fucking me, licking and sucking my clit while at the same time stroking the stem, and all while I pulled, rolled and pinched my nipples, I was soon cumming. When I did, the lovely David moved his tongue to lick his fingers, which he withdrew form me in between quick fits of continued reaming.

"Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god," I couldn't stop myself repeating, as he fucked me to yet another climax.

"Give me your cock. I want your cock in me—Now!" I all but insisted, only David had wanted to smell my sex; my very essence.

"You can wait a few moments longer, surely," he said, his puppy dog eyes assuring me I would soon be feeling his warm thick length between my other lips.

With my feet braced on the lower part of the door's frame, I managed to raise my butt off the seat. At his word, David both drew my moist thong down my thighs and breathed in the heady aroma of my delicious cunt; and he should know, having pleasurably dined on it. However, he was far from finished in that respect.

Having once more placed my shapely ass on the seat's upholstery and dropped my thong in front of the passenger's seat, David motioned my thighs and knees as far apart as was manageable in that space. He then drew my pussy lips open and gave me the most exquisite tongue fucking I'd ever experienced, in my life.

I found myself placing a hand on his head and directing his tongue fucking motions, down more than up, and in more than out. It wasn't long before I was once more cumming and with David's tongue buried inside my wet pulsating pussy.

"Fuck, that was lovely, lover. Sorry about the heavy-handedness," I apologised. I wasn't sorry about the lover gratitude, as David most certainly was that.

"Now, let me get at your ass," David intoned.

"Okay, but not on here. I've got a better suggestion," I proffered, and subsequently extended my hands for David to help me up.

Moments later, and stood at the passengers side, I had my left arm resting on the hood of the car, which I was part leant over, and my right foot on the wheel. A perfect position for either an ass reaming or fucking.

"Here, let me," I crooned.

Having moistened two of my fingers, which I just then had sucked on, I slid them past my naked back then over my ass cheeks, before stopping and then working them into my tight anus. As I mentioned earlier, Ray wasn't one for going there, while it had been a good year since it had seen action from a cock, of some sorts; I having to make do with a toy instead.

"Emn, my ass is lovely and tight," I crooned a murmur, hoping that David would take the hint, albeit for later. My cunt was aching to get his thick length up it to begin with.

Having removed my fingers, he grasped my hand. I then felt the moistness of David's mouth surround them. It's okay. I keep myself clean there. That doesn't mean I had any of this planned. However, and since I was out for the day - Ray returning from work around 6pm - there was always the chance for something similar from someone or other.

"You're definitely not the shy young man you appeared to be, David," I regaled.

"No, I'm not, am I," he rejoined.

Once he'd finished sucking my fingers, I moved my right hand to hold my ass open for David, his tongue. Before that, though, I felt a welcome gob of spit land on my knotted anus. Welcome in that, it would make it easier for his tongue, which wasn't constructed of bones (like my fingers), to slither inside my tight asshole.

"Emn, yes, tease it for me, first," I suggested, as I felt the warm tip touch against my colon.

"Oh yes, that as well," I exclaimed, when I felt my examiner's fingers move on to my clit and begin to stroke it.

"Oh fuck, yes, David," I extolled, when he slid the tip of his tongue just inside my asshole; not quite enough to pass my anal ring but sufficient to resonate a pleasurable sensation all the same.

"I want your cock, and we've been here almost 40 minutes," I minded him. It was more like 30, actually, but I didn't want to get him into trouble with my carnal desires.

Still holding myself open, my fingers somewhat lower down, I presently felt the turgid head of his firmed up cock slide effortlessly into my dowsed pussy. Almost immediately my cunt walls grasped it, facilitating a warm moist wank of his cock as he fucked it to me.

"Oh yes, fuck, fuck your cock to me, fuck it in me, fuck it up me," I found myself mumbling, as I was carried away on a voluptuous wave of torrid pleasure. With his hands now free, David had grasped my waist and was swinging his hips, pendulum-like, at me; his cock going in and out, back and forth fucking my cunt with long determined strokes, which soon had his groin slapping against my butt.

"Let me, let me taste myself on you," I moaned, and moments later, while I stroked my horny clit, even though I'd just enjoyed another thrilling climax, I was sat on the passenger's seat, David's cock firmly between my lips as I sucked his warm erection and tasted my cunt juice for a second time.

Having helped me up, rather than me return to where I was when he was railing me so well, David invited me to lay up on the hood at the front.

Although I'm quite light, I showed concern about explaining any possible dent; the present delay being easily covered, not so, however, a dent, which would be marked against me.

‘It's strong,' David assured me; whereupon, and taking him at his word, I soon found myself sat on my skirt and laid some way back, my ass part hanging over the lip and my legs almost vertical.

Again, I let out a murmur, when, instead of feeling my examiner's cockhead against my cunt, it was David's moist tongue. ‘He does like tasting me, that's for sure,' my mind remarked.

After that pleasurable interlude, he again set about fucking his hard cock to me. David's arms were wrapped around my thighs so as to hold me in position as he thrust fucked his thick firm cock to me hard and very deep.

"Fuck, yes, fuck me, David, hard, harder, do it, more, more..." I urged, as my impending climax made itself known, and within mere moments exploded like a torrent in my head.

"Emnnn," I languidly moaned, as I, having gotten down, played for time so to speak. "How would you like it, David, if I leant over the front of the hood, my feet wide apart and my ass cheeks spread invitingly for your long thick cock; in short, David, I'd very much like you to fuck my tight ass," I lilted encouragingly.

"I quite like the sound of that. Are you sure I'm not too big for you, Jenny," he uttered concernedly.

"Maybe, but the thrill and sensation of getting my ass fucked, far out ways that; just be..." I said momentarily searching my sexually drunk mind for the right word.

"Considerate!" David exclaimed.

"That, as well. Let me direct you to begin with, though," I intoned, leaving him to spread my other ass cheek for me.

Well, a short while later, there I was. My feet wide apart and bent over the hood of the test car. My left hand and that of the examiner's right held my buttocks open while I manoeuvred the head of his cock towards my invitingly exposed backside.

‘Thank-you,' I muttered, when I felt a drip of David' saliva land plumb on my anus. ‘That will serve as a welcome lubricant,' I mindfully commended him, before rolling the warm puffy head around the moist substance.

From there, it slipped in easier than I had otherwise expected. Then, there was the shaft itself. For a few brief moments, I breathed deeply at the prospect of taking something so solidly thick up my back passage. The head, as always, was soft and velvet like. The shaft, the rest of a man's erection, was solid muscle - David's being no different.

"Let me, emn, you are big," I marvelled, only to wince as I rocked back on a small portion of his love missile, which I was in control of its guidance; its target and destination, my tight puckered asshole.

It stretched me as more of David's erection slid in after momentarily withdrawing myself back aways from it - not all the way out, mind. By then, any vague discomfort gave way to pleasure and I was soon fucking myself back on his hard cock with a modest amount of ease. Each time I thought it couldn't be better he went a little deeper

"Fucking lovely. Fucking big cock in my tight ass. Fucking my ass lovely and deep," I muttered deliriously, as I felt it's overwhelming presence.

"Stroke my clit for me, David," I urged, my right hand since having replaced his in spreading my ass cheeks for him.

I dare say he was enjoying the view, watching his long thick hard dick go up and down, in and out of my exposed anus. Nevertheless, I immediately sensed his arms going around me; the left to play with my very hard nipples in turn while the other thrummed my equally hard clit.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck me in my ass," I presently urged, as my impending climax took a grip of my body and seared a trail through it to my already pulsing head. I felt my heart beat against my ribs like a hammer as I took what David had to offer, a long hard deep forceful ass fucking; my ass, and there was plenty of it to plunge his cock into.

"Fuck, yes, more. Fuck my ass good, like that, fuck it good, real fucking good," I found myself crying out, almost like a wild banshee.

On and on, David reamed my ass. He couldn't last much longer, I realised, especially with the walls of my rectum clutching him, and so it was.

Taking his cock from me, he pulled me down. David's urgency to cum had taken over his senses. I knew what was expected of me and I willing opened my mouth and surrounded his cock with my lips. It had been a while since I last tasted my own ass juice mixed with that of my cum, and moments later I felt my test examiner's cock twitch and it was joined by that of his own.

‘What a delicious, heady cocktail,' I mused; David's warm sticky spunk and my ass and cunt juice. I savoured the erotic concoction as it swilled and swam around my mouth before subsequently swallowing it and sucking the dregs of sperm from David's balls.

He was definitely spent after that, though, while there was little time to see if he could go again.

Dressed and tidied up, I made sure he put his seat belt on before making a perfect 3-point turn and heading back to the test centre.

"There you go, Jenny," he said, and with a smile of appreciation, though more for me passing the practical part of the test. There'd be no chance of taking a break for the same, in respect of the written aspect of the test, especially as it was a woman who was overseeing things.

"If I pass..."

"What do you mean, if," David was quick to dispel my pessimism.

"Maybe go out for a drink," I suggested. "To celebrate." ‘And see if you have any more left in your tank,' my naughty lustful mind continued.

He accepted, of course; well, wouldn't you...!

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