“Sorry, I did not recognize you with your clothes on.” Ben followed with a snigger.
It was a bad beginning for Justine, who was not impressed by the snide remark. “Yes.” She said wearily, “come on over. I take it then you are Ben?”
“You got it Mrs. T.” Ben was wearing a baggy pair of swimming trunks. He was short and stocky, hairy for a lad of his age with a dark stubble. He showed signs of premature balding. ‘he’ll have that hair completely shaved within 5 years,’ thought Justine. She wondered about Joshua’s glowing reference of him.
“Come over here so I can have a good look at you.” Ben acquiesced and as he stood before her, took his swimming trunks down and kicked them to one side. He revealed a reasonably large sausage of a cock at half-mast, uncircumcised and blunt. After Joshua’s masterpiece it looked ugly to Justine. He lifted it and held it to her as though he was threatening her with it.
“Aren’t you going to take your clothes of so we can fuck.”
“Patience Ben. I thought we could get to know one another before we did.”
With that comment Ben suddenly became a little less self-assured. “What would you want to know about me. Do you want money or something?”
“No, why would I want money?”
“You are a whore, aren’t you?”
“What gave you that idea?”
“Why else would you be doing this? You look just about as old as my mother.”
“I have my reasons that are private but largely because your friend requested because you guys are going to Uni and do not have any sexual experience.”
“I’ve fucked girls before.”
“Really?” Justine noticed as she made the query, Ben blush and look away from her. It was an obvious lie.
“Do you masturbate, Ben?” He was caught off guard by that question and his head shot up.
“You obviously don’t need me.” She continued indignantly,” I suggest you continue to masturbate and fuck those girls in your mind.”
“Ha! What the fuck. I can make things difficult for you. What would people round here think about you whoring yourself? What would your husband think, wherever he is?”
Later she would think about this conversation with some remorse. At this moment she immediately became angry. “Ben, if you intend to have a fuck, this is not foreplay. You need to treat me with respect whatever you may think. You are going to university, right?” Ben nodded.” What are you going to study?”
“Law.”
“Are you keen on becoming a lawyer?”
“Yeah!” His eyes brightened with that reply.
“Your Dads a lawyer, right?” Ben nodded again peering at her suspiciously. “He is pretty close to that pastor too. What is he going to make of you coming down here and demanding a fuck? Is he going to want to pay for you to go through Uni after this comes out?”
Ben looked sheepish and hung his head.
“Joshua promised that you guys would be discrete. He said you were all good boys and could be trusted. If I came to you as a lawyer, could I trust you?”
Suddenly Ben’s demeanor changed, “Sorry Mrs. T.”
“We are not doing anything illegal even if I was a whore. We are doing this with mutual consent, and You are of age, and I am not your guardian or teacher.” Justine continued, “Getting on with it, if you want to socialize with girls at university you need to treat them with respect. I can give you some experience. That will give you confidence. Now are we going to relax?”
“Yeah, sorry Mrs. T.”
“Ok, first off you don’t come to me demanding “Gizzz a fuck, Ok? Be nice, be respectful and I might like to share some pleasure with you. You must learn how to pleasure me as well as enjoy yourself. The pleasure you receive will be vastly increased by the pleasure you give. Got that? Think about it?”
There was a silence as Justine let him think it over. Breaking the silence Justine asked, “Do you know what foreplay is?” He didn’t and he shook his head. From then on Justine knew she had him. “OK if you are nice, I will teach you.” Justine stepped forward and slowly began unbuttoning her blouse. As she did so she was eyeball to eyeball with Ben only glancing down to observe his ugly appendage rising to the occasion. Extended, it did not look so bad.
Mutually they reached for one other and began to kiss. Despite the earlier sparring both began to relax a little. Justine was still wary of Ben and having loosened her blouse so that her breasts dropped free, remained largely clothed. She took Ben’s hand and put it against the front of her shorts. “Massage my pussy she whispered.” Ben duly complied. “Firmer but not too hard.” She continued.
She reached down and unclasped her shorts, she eased them down and with her thumb stretched down her panties. “Eat me, Ben.”
“What the fuck?” Obviously, Ben wasn’t in tune with the terminology.
“Do what you were doing with your hand but with your mouth and tongue.”
Ben looked at her with a smirk. “Do I get returns?”
“That’s the doctrine Ben, as I said, the pleasure you receive will be vastly increased by the pleasure you give. You treat the girl with respect and give her a good time expect a reward.”
With that Ben dropped to his knees and buried his nose into her hairy cleft. For a beginner he was remarkably good and attentive. Justine assumed he had watched this online. She stood and soaked in the sensations which were shuddering through her. She clung on to his head with both hands as he worked away finally coming up for air.
“Now my turn,” she breathlessly gushed, and she knelt as he stood. She worked his cock for some time staring up at him from time to time. She noticed when she did this, he hardened considerably. Finally, she got upon one knee and wrapped her tits around his cock. Not a tit fuck but a promise of what could come.
They stood again to embrace and wet kiss when Ben started manhandling her. Twisting her he was trying to pull her half-mast shorts the rest of the way over her buttocks.
“What are you doing, Ben?”
“I have come for a fuck, haven’t I?”
“No, you haven’t, you want a fuck and you have come to ask for one.” Ben had obviously drifted back to the attitude he arrived with. “Remember the doctrine, Ben. You have to ask for my consent if I don’t give it and you fuck me, that’s rape.”
“Fuck off. You’re all horny, I can tell.”
“I am not now, you just turned me off with your attitude. Listen Ben, every girl is different, how she feels changes. Be tender and ask. Whisper something like ‘I’m feeling really good do you do too? Would you like to make love with me? ”
“Get off, what’s this make-love shit.”
“Ok say would you like to fuck.? But you must ask somehow, and she has to answer yes. No use asking her and raping her if she doesn’t reply.”
They went back to an embrace to let Ben settle. Justine began to give him a light hand job. He responded by taking her breasts in is hands. “Justine whispered “Yessss,” Followed by more. “Massage them a little, not too hard.” Instinctively he reached down and started to suckle her nipples and he gently squeezed her breasts, moving from side to the other. Eventually He whispered in a slightly pleading voice, “Mrs. T, can we fuck now?”
“Why of course Ben, how would you like to take me?”