Helping with her Driving Test!

I'm Alex, 35, a driving instructor with five years under my belt. I teach nervous newbies how to handle the wheel, especially college kids scraping by. My latest student is Lena, 21, a futa studying art at the local uni.

She's broke as hell—waitressing part-time, barely covering rent. Reddish-brown hair in a ponytail, curvy figure with C-cup tits straining her tank tops, and I know from the form she checked 'other' for gender.

We've had three lessons so far, and she's a mess behind the wheel: stalling at lights, grinding gears, sweating bullets.

Today’s the fourth session, and she needs to pass her test next week or lose her shot at a better gig. She slides into the passenger seat of my dual-control sedan, wearing cutoff shorts that hug her thighs and a loose tee.

'Sorry I'm late,' she mutters, buckling up. Her cheeks flush; she's always fidgety. I start the engine. 'No worries. Let's review parking today. You got this.'

We head to an empty lot behind a strip mall. She grips the wheel white-knuckled as I guide her through turns.

'Ease off the clutch,' I say, my hand on the gear shift near her knee. She stalls twice, curses under her breath. 'Fuck, I can't afford to fail. Rent's due, and my scholarship's on thin ice.' Her voice cracks. I park us in a shaded spot.

'Hey, breathe. Everyone struggles at first. We'll practice extra if you want—free, on me.' She looks at me, eyes wide. 'Really? You're not charging?'

Gratitude lights her face. We chat while she restarts the car. Turns out, her ex ditched her last month, leaving her with bills.

'Futa life's tough,' she admits, shifting into drive. 'Guys stare, but most bail when they see the full package.' I nod, keeping it professional.

'Your business. Focus on the road.' But damn, her legs part slightly as she accelerates, shorts riding up. I catch a glimpse of bulge under the fabric—thick outline. My cock twitches in my khakis; I shift in my seat.

She nails a reverse park after five tries, whooping.

'Yes! Thank you, Alex!' In excitement, she leans over, hugs me quick. Her breast presses my arm, soft and warm. Scent of vanilla shampoo hits me. We pull apart, but her hand lingers on my thigh. 'You're a lifesaver. How can I repay you?'

Lesson ends, but she doesn't hop out. Sun dips low; lot's deserted.

'Maybe... dinner? Or something?' Her fingers trace circles on my leg, inching higher. Heat builds in the car. I swallow. 'Lena, this is...'

She bites her lip. 'I know I'm forward, but I need this. Stress relief before the test.'

Unzips her shorts slow, pushes them down with her panties. Her cock flops out—seven inches soft, veiny, nestled above slick pussy lips. Balls hang full. She strokes it once, hardening fast to nine inches, tip leaking clear. 'Touch me? Please?'

My heart pounds. Professional? Fuck it—she's begging. I reach over, wrap my hand around her shaft.

Skin hot, pulses under my palm. She moans, head back.

'Yeah, like that. Squeeze.' I pump steady, thumb over the slit, smearing pre-cum. Her pussy drips onto the seat; I slide two fingers in, curl them. Wet walls clench. 'Oh god, Alex... deeper.'

She grabs my free hand, pulls it to her tit. I knead through the shirt, nipple hard as a pebble. Her hips buck into my strokes—cock throbs, pussy squelches.

Breath fogs the windows.

'Suck it?' she whispers. I lean down awkward in the car, mouth on her cockhead. Salty taste, tongue swirls. She threads fingers in my hair, pushes gentle. I bob, lips stretch around girth, cheeks hollow. Gags a bit at halfway, but keep going—suck, lick the vein.

Her other hand fumbles my zipper.

'My turn.' Fishes out my dick—six inches stiff. Strokes rough, twists the head. I groan around her meat, vibrations making her hiss. Fingers plunge her cunt faster, thumb on clit. She arches.

'Gonna... fuck!' Cum blasts my throat—thick ropes, swallow most, some dribbles chin. Her pussy spasms, juices soak my hand.

She slumps, panting. Zips me up, licks her palm clean of my pre.

'That was amazing. Helped clear my head.' Kisses my cheek. 'Tomorrow's lesson? Same time?'

I nod, dazed. Drive her home, mind racing. She's acing more than driving now. Test's soon—wonder what part two brings.

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