JULIE'S WORLD

Chapter 2

Rainy Day Schedule

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Next day it began to rain before Mr. James took over for Ben at the office.� I had had an ice cream (but not lunch) and we dashed out into the pouring rain.� By the time we got inside, we were both drenched.

�Get out of those clothes before you get sick,� he told me while unbuttoning his soaked shirt.� Nude, but still wet, he surprised me by lifting me up and then blowing farts on my bare tummy which sent me into fits.� Like I was a toy, he turned me this way and that, blowing farts on my butt, my back, my thighs, behind the ears and on my nips.� Then cradling me in his arms, he took me into his bedroom and laid me on his bed.� His hands and his lips seemed to be everywhere. My out of control laughter faded away as the play turned erotic� it felt so wonderful to kissed all over like that and I mean all over... back, tummy, legs, feet and toes all came under his loving caresses; he even planted a few way down yonder.

I remember that I could hardly catch my breath as he did everything with his mouth and hands but eat me out and finger me.� He rolled over and sprawled out face up on the bed.� He didn�t tell or suggest to me that it was my turn to return the favor, I just knew it was.� I rubbed and kissed him all over in return.� He had always liked it when I played with his nipples, so gave them a dozen kisses each which seemed to please him.� I tried to bury my face in his crater-like navel.� Where ever I kissed him, he liked it, but I quickly noticed that he liked it best when I planted a kiss on his "little man" as he called it.� It was so soft and yet hard at the same time and loved the feel of it on my lips.� I liked kissing his little man so much that I never made it down to his toes.� I just stayed, showering the entire vein-crossed organ with kisses and nibbles as well as kissing his balls.� He liked all that, liked it a lot and I liked doing it.� I don't think Ben ever used the words the words cock or dick, not until I was thoroughly familiar with those terms from some other men.

It seems that we (or rather I) did that for a long time.� Maybe we did, maybe we didn�t, but looking back it seemed like a long time. That was also the first time I noticed the smell, the odor of a man�s genitals.��� The funky odor was not too strong, nor malodorous, but a heady, oddly pleasant smell. Of course before that day I had no reason to be sniffing some old guy's crotch, but it wasn't long before I became hooked on that smell and I suppose I'll always enjoy nuzzling into nice set of nuts.

Suddenly he dislodged me from his little man and sat up in his bed, resting his back on pillows against headboard.� It was still raining cats and dogs and would continue to do so into the night.� Ben pulled me on top of� him, sitting up and facing away, his hard cock snuggled in the crack of my ass.� My legs naturally went to either side of his thick thighs and in doing so, I was opened up.� Holding me around that waist with one hand, he reached over to his nightstand.� He then pushed me forward a little and I felt something cold and wet running down the crack of my ass.� He then pulled me back to lie face up upon his chest and began humping, sliding his dick between my slippery buttocks.� At the same time, his hand went between my splayed open legs and rubbed my pussy. (I think he liked to call it my "treasure".� I already knew it as my cunny and after I corrected him on that, he used cunny until I was indoctrinated in the finer points of vulgar slang. Come to think of it, I think I heard my mother use the term "pussy" long before Ben ever did.)� Anyway, I felt a big finger sliding between my labia.� He humped and he humped while he rubbed and he rubbed.� I never felt anything so good before.

I was completely lost in these new sensations.� I heard him grunt, like he was in pain.� A few moments later, he was still, absolutely still.� The humping stopped, the rubbing stopped.� He just held me to him while remaining absolutely still.� That was all okay by me, because just moments before I thought I was about to die because it felt so good.� When he began to snore, it scared me as I had never heard a man snore before and Ben could really cut some Z�s.� I didn�t know why he was making such noises until I remembered some cartoon and realized that he was asleep.� It was nice lying there on top of him, his hand around my waist while the other lay motionless and warm against my tingling pussy.�

Thinking back, old Ben could have fucked me right then and there, but he was deliberate in his seduction of me.� When he woke up, we were still in the same position as before.� I was keenly aware of how wet I was between my ass cheeks, but I didn�t have a clue as to why, other than it had to be the cold liquid he had poured in there.

He kissed the top of my head and whispered, �That was wonderful, baby, truly wonderful.�

�Can we do that again?� I asked in return.

�If that�s what you want.�

�That�s what I want. Ben!�

�Then that�s what you�ll get, baby girl.� Now, I made a mess and we need to get cleaned up.� Want to take a shower with me, or take a bath with me?��

The choice wasn�t whether I wanted to bathe with or without him.� �I like baths better.�

�Whatever you want, sweetie.�

That was the first time I took a bath with a man and it is something I�ve enjoyed ever since, not just with Ben, but other men; some through Ben, some I just met here or there.� There�s just something about sitting in the hot water between a man�s legs while he washes you all over with his bare hands, not to mention the opportunities it gives for other activities.

When I saw how wet and matted his pubic hair was, I realized that there really was a mess that needed to be cleaned up.� The true origins of that mess, I�d learn about in the next few days.� Ben washed me like he was afraid he�d rub off my skin.� His touch was gentle and he left no place untouched� none.� All too soon, the water in the tub grew cold and Ben pulled the plug.� We sat there until all the water ran out, then I hopped out and Ben, using the safety bars, pulled himself upright.� He wasn�t used to taking baths and always took a shower; that is unless he took a bath with me, which we did often.

He toweled me off and then dried himself.� I helped by drying his back for him and his hairy butt. �Baby girl, I�m famished,� he said as I gave his low hanging nut sack a not-so-quick go over.� �Are you hungry too?�� I suppose I was, as I only had an ice cream bar for lunch.� �Let�s go rustle up some grub.�� We may have both been hungry, but we didn't rush off until I was finished rubbing my face in his dick and balls.

Ben plodded off to the kitchen in his natural state.� Heck, I didn�t have any dry clothes, so I just followed.� He pulled out a can of ABC soup for me, and while that was heating on the stove, he put our wet clothes in the dryer.� Then he put together a ham sandwich, cut the crust off and then cut it into four triangles.� It was the best soup and sandwich I�d ever had!

I had noticed that before and after our bath that his thingie was soft and it stayed soft all through lunch.� I asked him about it.� He explained that when a man is with a pretty girl and gets all excited about it, a man has an erection.� But how?� He explained the mechanics of it as best he could without becoming too complicated.� We were sitting on the sofa and he told me to play with it.� I did, and it grew and it grew in my hand.� What a weird feeling� it was like it was alive, and of course it was, but you get my drift.� He told me to stop playing with it and soon it began to droop, then it collapsed altogether, lying like a sleeping dog on his thigh.� It was the coolest thing I ever saw!� For the next half hour or so, I made it rise and then let it fall, only to make it rise again.�

Then I noticed something else, some clear slippery stuff had oozed from the head.� I played in that for awhile before asking about it.� He told me that it wasn't pee, but a man�s way of getting ready to have sexual intercourse with a woman.� Intercourse?� I asked him about that and he said when the time came, he�d explain it, but right now what he wanted was for me to kiss it again.� So I did. The slippery stuff, I discovered, was salty and rather tasty.�

The dryer dinged and our clothes were dry, but neither of us was in a hurry to get dressed, not until it was time for Mommy to get off work.� We just lay about on the sofa, watching cartoons while Ben stroked me.� Then we dressed and Ben opened all the windows.� It wasn�t raining so hard now and the wind wasn�t blowing like before, so it was okay.� For such a bad weather day, it was the best day of my life up to then.� The next day would prove to be even better.

Mommy dropped me off at the office the next morning as Ben had told her to do the night before at supper.� I kept myself busy with books and puzzles and such, while Ben went about his work.� When Mr. James relieved him, it was still raining off and on.� There was a lull, and we took a quick spin around the trailer park to make sure everything was okay.� It had started raining again by the time we reached his trailer, but not too hard so we didn�t get too wet.� Still Ben told me to get out of my mostly dry clothes.� We were naked standing in the kitchen facing each other.� I wondered if he was going to grab me like yesterday and make me squeal, but he didn�t.� Instead he said softly, �Do you want to kiss it? You can if you want.�� Sure, why not?

I knelt down and took his half hard little man and began kissing it like I had done yesterday. Too my delight it rose as it hardened up real quick.� I don�t remember if he asked me to do it or I just did it, but I put the entire head of his dick in my mouth.� He caressed my hair with his hands and gently pulled and pushed on my head until I got what he was getting at.� It felt really cool to have his dick in my mouth.� I knew right away that this was more fun than just kissing it and like a crack addict I was instantly hooked on the act of fellatio.� He didn�t push his cock into me too far, that would take months of practice, but let me take him at my own pace.

While Ben praised me for being such a special girl (I liked being special) I held his cock in one hand and cupped his balls with the other sliding the head in and out of my mouth.� It couldn�t have been a great blowjob, but I did the trick for Ben.� He said he was getting ready to cum and not to be frightened.� I didn�t know what he was mumbling about, but suddenly he pushed me off his dick.� It began spurting.� Surprise!� I didn�t know what to do or what to think, but that first blast of nut juice hit me in the face, the neck and down my chest.� The second did almost as good a job of painting me, but the third, it didn�t go too far and I could see it was whitish and thick� Ewwwwwwww!!!� Some more oozed out... Ewwwwwww!!!

From up above Ben said, �You look beautiful, coochie baby, just beautiful!�� I didn�t feel beautiful, but I took the praise.� What girl doesn�t like to be called beautiful?�� I might have been a bit queasy about all of this, but Ben was quite happy.� �I�ve been watching you all day with your coloring books and puzzles, thinking about this moment.� Damn, I do believe it was better than I had imagined it would be.�� He helped me stand, and then scooped some of his man-goo from my chest and held it up for my examination.� �This is what makes babies.� This and an egg.� It�s like your Easy-Bake oven.� Mix the ingredients up, put it in the pan and after baking for a while, you have a baby.�

�You mean I came out of an Easy-Bake oven?�

�No, no, no,� he laughed.� �You came from your mother�s womb.� It�s like a warm oven where the baby grows until he or she is ready to be born.� The point is, you need two ingredients to make a baby.� A man�s sperm� that�s what this is, and a woman�s egg.�

Looking apprehensively at all the spermy goo on me I asked, �Am I going to have a baby?�

�No, my little nudie, you have to get it inside you, at just the right time� besides you�re much too young to supply the eggs.�

�Oh.�� I really didn�t understand it, not at all, but I took Ben at his word that I wasn�t going to have a baby, still the image of a chicken egg inside me bothered me.

�Here smell it,� he said holding his finger out to my nose.� I sniffed, but really didn�t smell anything strong, just a faint odor that was beyond my experience.� �Want to taste it?�

�No!�

�It�s not bad.�

�Then you taste it!�

I think my jaw dropped when he put his finger in his mouth.� Ewwwwwww!!! Ben was a nasty as all the boys at school last year.

�Say, you want to go out for a pizza?�

�Yeah!�� All grossness was quickly forgotten.� Little did I know how quickly I would become familiar with men�s essence; the look, the feel, the smell and the taste.

We took a bath and he took me to one of those pizza joints that cater to kids, with games and such.� I had a blast as I�d never been to one of those places before. I wanted to stay for as long as possible� Ben stayed until he had had enough.� I had handfuls of tickets to trade in for something great and ended up with a glow-in-the-dark pencil.� Who knows how much that cheap pencil cost him, but he didn�t seem to mind.� Indeed, he took me there several times over the next year and with much the same results.� Still I had pizza and had fun and that was the whole point.

The rain had quit by the time we got back to the trailer park and it was several hours before Mom would be home.� It was a little too chilly to go swimming, but I helped Ben clean the pool of all the leaves and stuff that had fallen into it over the past few days.� Then we went on the rounds in his golf cart.� It looked like it was going to rain again, so we headed back to his trailer.� We watched a Disney movie while I snuggled up with him on the sofa.� His hands began to roam and soon he had my top off and then my shorts and panties.� I understood that he liked me nude, and that he liked to touch me.� I liked it too.� Before too long he took his shirt off and then his shorts and underwear.� I liked him nude too and liked to touch him� he liked that too.� So we snuggled and caressed each other.

�I really liked it when you sucked me today,� he said softly.� He didn�t need to say anymore.� I twisted around and took his erection into my mouth. For the time being, giving Ben blowjobs would be my most favorite thing to do.