My Driving Lesson

[**GOD_FATHER**]

GOT A HARD FUCK

Though I have not been living in India for quite a few years now, I still remember with nostalgia certain incidents of my many happy years there. This story is about an experience that happened a year after my marriage. My husband had just left for USA and I was supposed to join him in a few months. I had quit my job after marriage and was living with my parents in Bangalore and visiting my in-laws often who were also nearby. I was 25 years then.

My elder sister who was older to me by 4 years and her husband, who were based in Delhi, kept insisting I visit them for a vacation and after their constant pestering, my conservative parents finally relented. I was thrilled, as this would mean a break from my parents and in-laws and the usual restrictions imposed by them. I really enjoyed myself at my sister's place, which was in Chitranjan Park in South Delhi. I did a lot of sightseeing and some shopping, and watched a lot of movies with my sister. After a couple of weeks my sister than suggested I learn how to drive a car, as I will need to drive after moving to the US. I too liked the idea, and promptly agreed to the same.

My brother-in-law talked to a car driving school close by called "Happy Driving School". The next morning, the driving instructor came in an old, rickety amabssador car and my sister and I went for the first lesson. My sister came along more for giving me comfort and confidence, but also because I suspect, she did not trust north Indian men. The driving school was run by two instructors, Harpal and Jasbir, both of whom were former truck and taxi drivers and were in their mid-forties. Both were typical north Indians, well built and rustic.

Typically either of them would come, either at 7 AM or later on 3 PM, to avoid the office rush so that there was relatively little traffic on the road. We would normally practice in deserted lonely stretches of road for about an hour every day. The instructor would sit close with me in the front seat, while my sister would sit behind. First 3-4 days went on smoothly, after which my sister got busy in some other work and stopped joining us for the lessons.

Normally, the afternoons were more comfortable for me and Harpal would always be the instructor then. Now with my sister not being there, I could sense a more keenness in Harpal and he started explaining things better, and helping me more with the steering wheel and hand gears etc. This meant he had to sit right next to me, with our shoulders rubbing and at times even our legs. I was a little conscious of this fact but he appeared unconcerned. He would also place his hands on my hands freely while holding the steering wheel and gearshift. Being a modern girl, I did not show any problem with his touching, so I think he was very encouraged.

We would go to long deserted stretches of roads for me to practice better. On the third day without my sister, just after I had got into the car on the driver's side a little distance away from the house, I think I did not close the car door hard enough, so it was a little open. He reached over and closed the door, while rubbing his hands firmly against my breasts. I knew he had done it deliberately, but it was such a bold and clever move that I was really impressed with him. Later, while he was helping me with the steering wheel at a turning, he casually rubbed his elbow on my breasts. I was surprised, but did not say anything as it could have been by mistake. Again, after a few minutes the same happened and he rubbed his elbow on my breasts while trying to eagerly help me with the steering. We were sitting so close by that there was no space for me to move sideways or behind. I realized that with such proximity such brushing were likely to happen.

It happened another 3-4 times with Harpal suddenly becoming a very eager instructor and now helping me all the time. The next day Harpal was there on time and we set out, and with him very close by my side. We went to another deserted road and in his attempts to guide me better he kept rubbing his elbow on the front of my blouse onto my breasts. Now, unlike the first day, when he would remove his elbow immediately, he was now resting it longer on my bosom and then would advise me to also hold onto the steering wheel. As a result, I would have to lean forward and then his elbow would press down harder onto my breasts. He initially let his elbow rest there against my breasts but then he started to slowly exert pressure and push his elbow onto my breasts in a fairly obvious way. This was quite deliberate and I could tell that he was pretty turned on by then. I also tried to act cool and continued to act as if I was very keen on learning how to drive and did not show any indication of what he was doing, though very aware of his elbow on my breasts. It was exciting in a way, and I remember holding my breath waiting to see what he would do next.That night I even dreamed about Harpal and his lewd attempts of touching me. I was also feeling aroused, since I had missed having sex with my husband for the last few weeks, after having really got used to it in the year after my marriage. The next afternoon, the same thing happened. We practiced driving in a deserted part of some South Delhi road. With both of us handling the steering and his elbow pressing down onto my breasts. He was wearing a short-sleeved shirt and at a particular point he moved closer and I happened to glance down and was stunned by what I saw -- his shirt was pulled up and his zipper was totally open without any underwear visible, thereby displaying his hard cock which was now mostly out of his pants and erect. This sight amazed me and I was not sure how to react and avoided looking at it. His elbow was on my breasts and I continued to drive the car but very well aware of Harpal's large and erect exposed cock, just next to me. A few minutes later, in spite of myself I again glanced down to see his cock in it's full excited glory. It really looked big and hard. Harpal noticed me looking down and when I did not say anything even after seeing his exposed cock he pressed hard down with his elbow onto my bosom. This continued for a few more minutes with me unsteadily driving the car in a totally deserted and lonely road and my heart beating hard and fast.

Harpal then removed his hand and inched right next to me and slightly leaning forward, slipped one hand under my arms (as my hands were on the steering wheel) and to place it right on my left breast. I was too confused to react and kept quiet and acted as if I did not what he was doing. Harpal then started pressing my breast slowly and firmly. I was wearing a salwar kameez and he then leant forward and then put his hand into my kameez from the neckline and totally onto my bra and to squeeze my breast. This was too much. On a lonely road in the hot Delhi afternoon, here was a driving instructor, taking advantage of this rich female client of his. He then told me to stop the car and when I did, he made himself comfortable and pushed his hand deeper into my bra to pinch the nipple. I did not make any comment and looked around to see if anybody was around. He whispered not to worry, as not many people would come here. The road was deserted with a lot of trees around on both sides. He then tugged a little forward and took my hand and placed it on his cock. It felt hot and very hard. I looked down and saw my small fair hand holding this large dark cock, which was already glistening wet on it's top. I gripped it hard, enjoying its hard feel and heat in my hand.

Harpal then slowly started pulling up my kameez and pulled it up to my neck and started to now squeeze both my breasts really hard, while with the other hand he moved it behind to unclasp my bra and then pushed it up to release both my breasts. With one hand I was now holding up my dress and with my other hand was, stroking his cock, and Harpal was now tugging hard at my nipples and then bent down to start sucking on them. This was really fantastic. He then began nibbling on my nipples with his rough unshaven cheeks rubbing on my bosom. He covered his hand over my hand on his cock and began to move it and I cooperated by moving my hand up and down tightly on his cock and slowly started to masturbate him and soon enough, with his head on my bosom, sucking my breasts, he jerked forward as his cock exploded with all his semen, all over my hand. He leaned back tired and after I adjusted my dress and after a few minutes of rest we re-commenced our driving lessons and he dropped me home.

That night I thought of what we had done and felt thrilled I was doing such a bold thing with a lower class driving instructor. The next day, he was there in the afternoon right on dot. I drove carefully and he again started to assist me and rubbing his elbow on my bosom. He told me to drive towards the same place we went yesterday. He fiddled with his trousers and again withdrew his cock, already hard and erect and really looked magnificent. Once we reached the isolated area, he asked me to stop and without any much hesitation began to squeeze my breasts again, and now hugged me and kissed me passionately on my lips. He pulled up my dress again and unclasped my bra and bent down to squeeze and suck on them. I was also enjoying this act and by myself started holding and gripping his cock. After a few minutes Harpal, moved his hand down and opened my salwar and shoved his hand inside my panty to start fingering my pussy. I was already wet to his touches and willingly parted my legs so that he could insert a finger partially in me. He placed my hand on his cock as before and I jerked him initially slowly and then increasing the tempo. He was unable to control himself and ejaculated his warm semen into my hand. I quickly withdrew my hand and with his semen splattered on it. I wiped my hand with my chunni and we then rested for a few more minutes and adjusted our clothes and after driving around for a while, returned home. Absolutely nobody had come during the time when we were there. Harpal had chosen his spot well.

On my return home, I thought about what a bold thing I was doing and was pretty thrilled at myself. This was a far cry from my conservative life at Bangalore. I did not share these escapades with anyone except with my husband much later.The next day was a holiday and the following day in the afternoon, instead of Harpal, Jasbir came saying that Harpal had fallen sick. I was a mite disappointed, and we drove around for awhile with Jasbir also trying to advise me and sitting very close to me and he too occasionally rubbing his elbow on my bosom as this had happened before with Harpal. I did not object, but was getting a little suspicious now and had a feeling he would definitely try something. He guided me to the same place where Harpal used to take me and while I was still driving shifted his position and without saying anything he placed his hand on my breast and started squeezing it. I tried to act offended and he said that Harpal had told him about me and that is why he had come and was desperate for me and requested me to cooperate. I found the situation pretty exciting. I had two lovers now without even trying! I allowed him to pull up my dress and squeeze and suck on my breasts and nipples and I in turn took his cock out, which was big as Harpal's, and leisurely masturbated him, even feeling his balls till he ejaculated over my hand. He was not as bold as Harpal and did not try to kiss me or feel up my pussy, though he licked very nicely on my nipples almost making me come.

I was due to return for Bangalore in a few days time and knowing the restrictions going to be imposed there, decided to enjoy my last few days in Delhi. I spent time with my friends, saw movies, partied a lot and had the last two days of driving classes. The second last day Jasbir came to pick me up and I confidently drove on the main road and after about 10 minutes he advised me to go towards our usual lonely stretch of road. He brushed my breasts a couple of times and briefly caressed them as well. On the way we saw another car of "Happy Driving School" which had broken down and Harpal trying to repair it. He saw us coming and waved us to stop and then after talking to Jasbir a bit he got into the back seat of the car. I was nervous with both of them in the car but they reassured me not to worry and commenting how much my driving had improved etc. I drove towards the lonely road and it also started raining a little bit then.

We reached the road and Jasbir asked me to stop the car as the gear was getting stuck. I was very nervous, and also excited but he kept saying not to worry and in the meantime Harpal had got down and opened the front door and slowly lead me out and asked me to sit in the back seat. He then kissed me full on the lips and squeezing my breasts simultaneously. Due to the rain, the place was looking absolutely deserted. Jasbir also joined us in the back seat and I sat in between both of them. Harpal was now passionatley kissing me on my mouth and Jasbir was fondling with my breasts. He pulled up my kameez up to my neck and swiftly unhooked my bra and with a sigh of passion started to knead my exposed breasts. I was also breathless with excitement and by the pace of things. Jasbir bent down and in full passion started sucking on my breast and Harpal watching this, lifted my Kameez till it was almost all around my neck and I was now nearly topless with my driving instructors. And then Harpal also started sucking on my other breast. This was really very passionate, two guys sucking both my breasts simultaneously. I was moaning with pleasure on this combined assault and loving every bit of it.

Harpal started rubbing me between my legs and then after a few moments, opened my salwar string (nadda) to slip his hand inside my salwar and panty and directly onto my pussy, and started fingering me In a few moments time he even my pulled my salwar and panty down to my thighs and this was actually a little more than what I had bargained for. But I was feeling extremely aroused in any case. Both these guys had unbuttoned their pants and Harpal, sort of sat up on the seat and made me hold his cock with my right hand, while Jasbir was back to sucking my breasts and placed my hand on his hard cock, which I started to slowly stroke and masturbate with my other hand. They both also took turns rubbing and even kissing my pussy. All three of us were very excited. It was sort of over pretty fast because neither of them could control themselves any longer. I remember both my hands were messy in the end. I quickly wiped myself clean. I guess they wanted more (and so did I), but we could see in the distance one auto rickshaw coming and not wanting to take any risk, we all hastily dressed up and drove away from there.

They thanked me for my cooperation and we promised to meet the next morning, which was my last day in Delhi. As it so happened, I overslept and I missed my last driving session and that evening caught the train back to Bangalore. On the journey back I thought if the auto rickshaw had not come that afternoon, what further we would have tried and what fun it would have been. Instead all three of us missed out on it. On the other hand something was better than nothing and it added to my learning on sex, with two guys . I joined my hubby 6 months later, but even now I occasionally remember those wild things I indulged in and "Happy Driving school" and the two horny instructors. In the end I suppose all of us were "Happy". Incidentally I am a good car driver now!
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