She Passed the Exam Sitting on My Lap novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Back Seat

I zipped up with my free hand and rolled the window down a crack.

"Rodolfo."

"Salinas."

He bent down to look inside, wearing his usual salesman's smile.

"Sorry to interrupt you."

"I'm here to replace the camera cable."

"They say it's acting up."

"Not right now."

"I see you're really focused on the lesson."

Daniela had curled up in her seat, her skirt in place and her face turned toward the window, pretending to check her phone.

"I'm finishing a parking lesson," I said.

"Now that's dedication." He glanced at the fogged-up window. "I'll replace it tomorrow. No rush. I'm closing the gate, so you can take your time."

He straightened up, tapped the roof twice with his palm, and walked away between the cones with his hands in his pockets.

I waited until he disappeared behind the booth.

Then I turned to Daniela.

She was looking at me with wide eyes and one hand over her mouth.

A muffled laugh escaped her.

"He almost scared us to death."

"Almost."

"Did he figure it out?"

"He figured out everything," I said. "But he'll keep quiet."

"How do you know?"

"Because I know Rodolfo."

I didn't have time to explain, because she'd unbuttoned her blouse.

One button at a time, without taking her eyes off me.

Underneath, she wore a white lace bra, more than filled by her heavy tits, her nipples showing through the fabric.

"Instructor."

"Come to the back."

We got out through separate doors.

We climbed into the back seat, and I locked the doors.

The windows were completely fogged up; outside, the parking lot was a blur of orange.

Daniela knelt on the seat facing me, her knees on either side of my thighs.

"Take your shirt off."

"You first."

She took off her blouse, then her bra, and her tits spilled free, brown and big, her nipples dark and hard.

I devoured them with my eyes before I touched them.

Then I took them in both hands, squeezed them, and lowered my mouth to suck one nipple.

She moaned.

I gently bit the tip, and she dug her nails into the back of my neck.

"Oh God, instructor."

"Octavio."

"Octavio." She said it like a prayer. "Octavio, please."

I sucked her other nipple, slowly, with my whole tongue, while my hand slid up her thigh to her skirt.

I ripped her panties off in one tug.

She laughed on a gasp.

"Those were the only clean ones I had."

"I'll buy you more."

I laid her on her back across the seat, one leg bent with her foot against the door, and buried myself between her thighs.

She smelled like a woman, like clean sweat, like that cinnamon sweetness that came from her skin.

I ran my tongue from bottom to top, spreading her with my thumbs, and she arched her back with a muffled cry.

"Octavio..."

"Shh."

I licked her clit with the tip of my tongue, in small, quick strokes, then with my whole tongue flat, slowly, as if I were tasting dessert.

She bit her forearm to keep from screaming.

I slipped two fingers inside her while I sucked her, curling them upward, and found the spot that made her tremble from head to toe.

"There... there..."

"Tell me what you want."

"I want to come in your mouth."

"Come in my mouth, what?"

"I want to come in your mouth, instructor."

"Good student."

I sucked harder, and my fingers made circles inside her.

She exploded against my face with a long moan, soaking my beard, her thighs squeezing my ears.

I kept licking her until she went limp.

When I sat up, my face was glistening, and she looked at me through glazed eyes.

"Your turn," she said.

"I already came."

"Twice. It's the least you deserve."

She tugged at my belt.

She unbuttoned my pants, pulled down my underwear, and my cock sprang out, hard, thick, ready again.

She looked at it hungrily.

"Good Lord."

"Don't look at me like that."

"It's just so huge."

She leaned in and licked the head with the tip of her tongue, tasting me.

Then she took as much of me into her mouth as she could.

I let my head fall back against the seat.

Her mouth was hot, wet, messy.

She sucked me enthusiastically, noisily, both hands wrapped around the base.

When she gagged a little, she looked up at me and smiled with my cock between her lips.

"You're going to kill me," I said.

She pulled me from her mouth with a wet pop.

"I want you to fuck me."

"Here?"

"Here. Now."

I took her face in my hands.

"Look at me. If we do this, there's no going back."

"Instructor," she said, her eyes glinting with amusement. "That's called 'reverse.' And I've already learned how to use it."

I laughed against her mouth and kissed her, on the mouth for the first time, tongue and all, hungry, tasting myself on her lips.

I settled her on top of me, straddling me.

She guided me with her hand, then slowly lowered herself onto me, opening around my cock, inch by inch.

She was so tight I had to close my eyes.

All the way in.

We both moaned.

She held still for a moment, her hands on my shoulders and her forehead pressed to mine.

"That feels so good," she whispered. "So good, Octavio."

She started to move.

Up and down, working her hips, her knees sinking into the vinyl seat, her tits bouncing in front of my face.

I grabbed her ass with both hands and guided her, harder, deeper, slamming her against me.

The whole car creaked.

The windows fogged up.

"That's it," I said against her neck. "Just like that, my student. Very good. Keep going."

"Don't stop... don't stop..."

"I'm not stopping."

I bit her shoulder, and she clenched around me.

I felt her tremble again, clenching around me in a spasm.

"I'm gonna come," she panted.

"Come. With me."

I came inside her with a growl against her throat, thrusting all the way in, while she screamed my name without caring who might hear.

We stayed wrapped around each other, sweating, our hearts pounding.

The parking lot was still silent.

A cricket chirped somewhere.

But I hadn't softened even a little.

She felt me still inside her and lifted her head.

"Instructor," she said, eyes half-lidded. "You're still hard."

"With you, yeah."

"Then don't pull out."

She kissed my chin, my mouth, my neck, then started moving her hips again, slowly, over my cum and her own wetness.

It sounded dirty and wet, and it made us both laugh and want each other even more.

I lifted her by the waist, slipped out of her with a pop, and got her on her knees on the seat, facing the backrest.

She grabbed the headrest with both hands and arched her back, lifting her ass high.

"That's how I like it," I said.

"How?"

"With nothing hidden."

I ran my palm down her spine, from her nape to her waist, and left it spread over her ass.

I squeezed it.

I spread her cheeks with my thumbs and looked at her, open, glistening, dripping down between my thighs.

"You look so good."

"Put it in me again."

"Ask nicely."

"Put it in me, Octavio. All the way. Please."

I thrust into her hard.

She screamed against the window, and her handprint appeared in the fog.

I wrapped her hair around my fist and pulled her head back, just enough so she could hear me.

"Who taught you to ask like that?"

"You did."

"Good student."

I fucked her with long, slow strokes that made our skin slap together, then short, fast ones that left her breathless.

She laughed, panting, and squeezed me with her inner muscles as if she wanted to thank me.

I let go of her hair and grabbed both her wrists, pinning them behind her back with one hand.

She didn't resist; she arched her hips higher and asked me to go even harder.

The vinyl seat squealed beneath her knees.

She pushed back to take me deeper and whispered things to me that I wouldn't repeat in front of anyone.

"Faster, instructor. More. Don't stop."

"Tell me how many times you're gonna come."

"As many times as you want."

I slid my hand between her legs and rubbed her clit with two wet fingers, perfectly in rhythm with my thrusts.

Her arms buckled, and she rested her forehead against the backrest.

"It's coming... Octavio... it's coming..."

She came again, a long tremor running up her thighs, and squeezed me so tightly I saw white.

I thrust all the way in twice more and came inside her, my teeth sunk into her shoulder to keep from screaming.

We collapsed onto our sides on the seat, her back against my chest, my hand spread over her belly.

Her legs were sticky and her knees were red from the vinyl, and she couldn't stop laughing.

"I can't feel my feet," she said.

"You don't need them for this lesson, either."

She turned in my arms and laughed softly, her face tucked into my neck.

"I passed the first lesson," she murmured.

"Not yet."

"No?"

I caressed her back.

Over her shoulder, in the rearview mirror of the front seat, I saw a little red light again.

The dashcam was still on.

And from its lens's angle, the back seat was perfectly visible.

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