Fake Driving School threesome with spoilt teen in the mean orange machine

Title: “Driving Lessons in the Orange Mean Machine”

Emily, a precocious 19-year-old tease, sauntered into Fake Driving School, her tight miniskirt barely covering her delectable derriere. She flipped her honey-blonde hair, casting a coquettish glance at hapless instructor Jack. He gulped, his eyes roving over her ample cleavage, straining against the confines of her low-cut top.

“Afternoon, luv,” Jack managed, his voice cracking. “Hop in the car and let’s get started, eh?”

Emily slid into the passenger seat, crossing her long legs. “So, Instructor Jack, are you ready to teach this naughty schoolgirl a few things?”

Jack tried to maintain his composure as he climbed behind the steering wheel, Hyper ventilating as her scent – a tempting mix of youth, heady perfume and pure sex – enveloped him. He gripped the wheel tightly and declared, “Let’s hit the road, miss.”

The orange Ford Mustang roared to life, purring like a powerful tiger. Emily blatantly ran a hand along Jack’s muscled thigh, feeling his cock twitch beneath her touch. “Mmm, this isn’t the only thing that’s impressive, I see.”

Jack laughed sheepishly, trying to focus on the empty road stretching ahead. “Ah, now, we really should concentrate on…” His words choked off into strangled groans as Emily unceremoniously unzipped his fly, unimpeded by his feeble protests.

Her full, teenage lips wrapped around his engorged manhood, taking him deep into her hot, wet mouth. Jack’s hips bucked of their own accord, the car swerving dangerously. He threaded his strong fingers through her silky hair, pushing her head to take him deeper.

“Ffffuuuck, Empress,” he hissed through gritted teeth, “You’re gonna make me wreck this beauty if you keep suckin’ me like a pro.”

She released his throbbing cock with an obscene pop, grinning mischievously. “Oh don’t you worry, Jacky. I’m a very meticulous learner. Now, drive safe.” She hiked up her skirt, revealing her glistening pussy, flushed and inviting. Rising up on her knees, she slowly lowered her sweet quim onto his shaft, a pleasured moan escaping her lips as he stretched her tight folds.

Jack gripped the wheel, his knuckles white, as he powerlessly let her ride him, pushed to the limits of ecstasy. He felt his heavy balls tighten, eager to release their pent-up seed into her clasping wetness.

“Shit, babe, you’re gonna make me blow,” Jack grunted, sweat dripping from his furrowed brow and straining muscles.

“Mmmmnh,” Emily moaned, “Fill me up, Jack. I want to feel your hot cum squirting deep inside me!”

Those filthy words pushed him over the precipice. With a hoarse shout, Jack grabbed her hips, slamming her down hard on his erupting cock, pumping spurt after spurt of thick semen into her hungry channel.

Emily rode out the waves of their mutual climax, whimpering and shuddering as his potent cum flooded her young womb. Finally, she slid off his softening shaft and collapsed back into her seat, panting.

Jack cleared his throat, struggling to regain his composure. “Well, ah, that was certainly an interesting driving lesson, eh? You’re…you’re a natural, love.”

Emily giggled seductively, tracing a manicured nail along his chiseled jaw. “But, Instructor, I thought you taught defensive driving? Maybe you need a little more practice yourself.”

Just then, a raven-haired beauty in a tight leather outfit that would make a dominatrix proud approached the idling car. In one fluid motion she ripped open the driver’s side door and threw Jack out onto the asphalt.

“Hey! I’m still teaching the lesson!” he protested, scrambling to his feet.

But it was clear he had relinquished temporary control to this blonde bombshell’s commanding new instructor. Emily reached across and opened the passenger door with a sultry smile. “Well, well, well. Here’s the teacher I need.” She reclined the seat back with a sparkling wink. “Shall we begin your advanced driving course, cariño?”

The fierce temptress in black leather wasted no time shoving the horny driving school teen up the seat, hiking her tiny skirt above her hips and burying her face in that freshly-fucked pussy. Emily threw her head back with a loud groan, smacking her hands against the dash and ceiling.

She screeched, grabbing a fistful of the raven-haired minx’s wavy hair, pulling her further into shadowy folds. “God yes! Eat my greedy cunt! Devour me like the cock-hungry whore I am!”

In the fallout from their explosive encounter, a string of lurid curses and breathless screams could be heard from within the open car, accompanied by the jingle of the blonde’s belt and unmistakable wet slurping noises.

After what seemed like an eternity, a satisfied moan affirmed they had both reached their climax. The gorgeous temptress in black leather emerged with a self-satisfied smirk, her glistening lips smeared with Emily’s salty-sweet essence.

Emily sat up on shaky legs, shooting Jack a pleading stare full of want and desire. With a wicked grin, he fastened his seatbelt and started the car engine once more.

“Ride’s not over yet, love. Let’s give this engine a proper workout, shall we?” Jack put the vehicle in drive and it surged forward, swerving violently as his hands struggled to wrangle the shuddering blonde back onto his throbbing member.

Consumed with lust and raw animalistic needs, the trio set off in search of a secluded spot to indulge their perverse fetishes and unleash their hidden desires, craving more in their insatiable quest for sexual gratification.

That afternoon, the orange “Mean Machine” became a repeat participant in the British driving school’s educational lessons – as the red-faced instructor and carload of wanton women found themselves returning, again and again, to the very stretch of road where they first lost control behind the wheel.