Chapter 3: Mrs. Winston

“Matt, this is Marcella Winston calling. My daughter, Amanda, said she is scheduled to meet with you next week to begin her classes. I checked with the city and they said that I have the right to verify your techniques, so I’d like to set up a time to do that before you meet with her.” That was the message that I heard on my machine that led to a thirty something year old blonde woman sitting in my office. She was there to “verify my techniques” she had said.

“You understand the provisions of the parental rights, don’t you Mrs. Winston?”

“What do you mean?”

“Without reading the actual terms to you again, what it says is that you can participate in all of the classroom instruction again, as a student. As long as you understand that, I’ll be happy to accept you.”

“Good. I want to make sure that my daughter learns about sex in a way that she will enjoy all of its benefits.”

“May I assume that you have good sexual relations with your husband, Mrs. Winston?”

“Yes, we make love several times a week.”

“Satisfying to you, or just him?”

“Sometimes he is a bit aggressive, but usually I achieve an orgasm.”

I nodded my understanding, pointed to the dressing room and suggested that she could disrobe there if she preferred. When she emerged, she stood before me. Tall, slender, with a flat tummy and shapely legs. Her breasts were uniquely shaped, not so large in diameter, but slender and long, like the large soft drink cups at the fast food places. Her nipples were as fat as my thumbs and stood out nicely. Not surprisingly, her muff was shaped, covering her labia and extending only slightly onto them.

“When you have sex with your husband, is it always in the bed, at night?”

“Yes.”

I moved to stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her and cupping her breasts while rubbing my cock against her butt.

“Does he ever do this, like this?” I asked while I pinched her nipples and then pulled on them, pulling them away from her body, extending her breasts even farther.

“No.”

I pulled on her breasts, kneading them gently, cupping my hands around them and moving them, almost in a milking motion. Leaning closer to her, I began to breathe slowly on the back of her neck and then around her ears, always staying behind her.

She was beginning to breathe harder. I could hear her exhale, somewhat like a runner in the first lap of a longer race. I turned her around and pushed down on her shoulders. “Suck on this for a minute, so that you know what to expect.”

I held the back of her head and pushed my cock into the mouth, tilting her head slightly so that I could push it deeper into her throat. After a few motions, I pulled it out and allowed her to cough and gag. I motioned to the bed and she moved onto it.

Her arms were raised, as if inviting me to lie on top, but I ignored her and moved to her breasts, pulling a nipple into my mouth and sucking on it at first, and then nipping at it as it hardened more fully. Two minutes of that and she was pushing my head away, trying to pull me to her, but I slipped away and moved further down, kissing her inner thighs lightly and then moving to her crotch. I stabbed at her cunt opening with my tongue and then proceeded up the labia lips until I found her clit. I withdrew my tongue before touching her clit and then began to blow lightly on it, caressing it with tiny puffs of air.