JULIE'S WORLD

Chapter 3

Learning To Do It

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I really hated the weekends.� Mom was home and I couldn�t go hang out with Ben.� Instead, I had to go shopping with Mom for groceries or just hanging about while she did the laundry and we cleaned up the trailer. Of course she let me ride my bicycle or play outside and during the weekend there would be other kids to play with, kids there visiting their grandparents or kids released from the confines of weekday daycare. That�s when I met Jenny.� She was about my age and spent every other weekend with her father.� It was great to pal around with her for an hour or two, but come Sunday, she was gone for the next two weeks.

But the weekdays!� I knew Ben had work to do and he couldn�t have me hanging around all morning distracting him from the things he had to do.� We fell into a daily routine.� I�d stay home in the mornings� watching TV and only show up when Mr. James came on.� Then Ben and I would have lunch, he�d give me an ice cream from the office freezer, we�d ride around in his golf cart, then go swimming; afterwards it was get naked time until Mom came home.� Getting naked time was rarely routine.� I was just a little girl and� I wasn�t always interested in sex, sex, sex, but Ben was interested in sex, sex, sex.� Some days we�d just snuggle on the sofa, watching the news, a kid movie or cartoons, with Ben just stroking me and not much else.� Then there were the other days, the days when I was more interested in sex play� Ben was always interested in sex play, but he never pushed me too hard.

On a slow, hot afternoon we might just hang out naked in his trailer keeping cool.� I loved to run my hands all over him and through all that curly body hair;� he loved that too.� Sometimes he�d lie on his tummy and I would rub his feet, his legs, butt and back. He particularly liked for me to rub his feet and his butt.� When he lay on his back I would rub his tummy, play with his nipples and chest hair, dig into his navel and of course, play with his dick and his balls� usually I sucked his dick.� I don�t need to say which of those he liked best.

I adored Ben and my mom knew it.� She was appreciative too as she didn�t have to spend her hard earned money on daycare for me.� Like I said, Ben became a regular at our dinner table as a thank you for looking after me.� Mom had to cook and she said it was just as easy to cook for three as to cook for two.� I think Mom thought that she was getting the best of the bargain, but for a dirty old man and first class pedophile,� it was a great deal for Ben; not only did he have me to play with all afternoon, he got a good home cooked meal nearly every night plus she was paying him rent every month for the trailer lot.�

A few weeks after I began blowing him on a regular basis, he introduced me to the joys of cunnilingus.� It was after a swim and one of those days when he carried me naked to his bed.� Things on the sofa could be pretty low keyed some days, but never in the bed. He plopped me down, spread my legs, leaned forward and licked me.� His white beard tickled a little, but... oh, my! It was lovely, oh, so lovely to feel his thick wet tongue sliding up my slit and wiggling into my hole, but the best was when he did a number on my tickle spot.� I nearly passed out and he kept licking and nibbling and he darn near drove me crazy.� I was a very exhausted little girl that afternoon.� Ben explained to Mom that we stayed in the pool much longer than usual.

It wasn�t long after my introduction to cunnilingus that his play moved to another level.� When he knelt between my legs, I expected him to lean over and eat me.� But instead he sat back and diddled me. Now he had diddled me on the sofa and in his bed many times by then.�� But this was different.� He pushed a little too deep and a little too hard.� He said he was sorry if he hurt me and that he�d never do it again.� He had a damp wash cloth ready and cleaned me up before I knew there was any blood. He was right.� Once my hymen was ripped away, it never hurt again.�

Now I know what you�re thinking, that losing my cherry would be a memorable thing.� It wasn�t.� I scarcely knew that anything of any import had happened.� Ben didn�t make a big deal out of it, and what did I know?� He diddled me quite often; it was just one tiny step from simply diddling me to finger fucking me. All I knew was that his fingers were deep in me and I liked it.� He also said that it was fun to watch his fingers sliding into me.

Then one afternoon he had me on his bed spread eagle, playing with my cunny when he stopped, reached over and pulled something from the drawer of his bed stand. It was a vibrator, though I didn�t know it at the time.� It was very smooth and streamlined; thicker than his fingers, but not as thick as his cock.� I watched him as he watched it sliding up inside me.� He moved it in and out, like he moved his finger, but it was a tighter fit.� Suddenly, it began buzzing inside me and I thought I�d go through the roof!� He swung his big frame around and while still fucking me with the dildo, he offered his hard cock for me to suck.� I sucked and I sucked as everything moved off to some other world, a world where my pussy was the only thing that mattered� I was my pussy, there was nothing else, not even Ben�s cock at my lips.�

Suddenly I went limp and he pulled the buzzing toy from my cunt.� He swung around again, this time between my legs, holding his weight off of me with one hand.� I came around in time to see him furiously masturbating with his free hand.� Suddenly he pushed forward and could feel the big head at the entrance to my vagina.� It was too big to go in� and we both knew it.� Suddenly I felt it, his liquid essence shooting up into me.� By that time, I knew very well what that stuff was that came out his little man when we played sex games.� I also knew that that�s how women get babies in their tummies, not from it squirting onto your skin or even in your mouth, but in there, in my pussy.� Naturally I asked him about that and he reassured me that I was too young to have babies and that satisfied me as I trusted him totally and completely.

It was days before he used the vibrator on me for the second time.� He sat me naked on his kitchen table, had me bend my knees so that my feet were on the table and told me to lean back on my arms.� This time he had hidden it in the spoon drawer within easy reach.� He held it up so that I could see it and then ran it along the inside of my thighs, teasing me with it, but avoiding inserting it into me.� �Do you want this, little Coochie Baby?� he asked. (Coochie Baby and Nudie Girl where his favorite nicknames for me, nicknames he only used when we were alone.)�

I wasn�t so sure that I could tolerate it for long, but I nodded my consent as I couldn�t form any words at the moment.� Oh, lord!� I wanted to just lie flat on the table and enjoy the sensations, but Ben insisted that I keep my sitting position where I could see everything he was doing to me.� Both our eyes were glued to my pussy and the toy.� My legs were trembling and I could hardly catch my breath.� Ben, he was stroking his dick with one hand while the his other hand controlled the vibrator. I could hardly see straight.� Suddenly he pulled the vibrator from me, pulled me to the very edge of the table, stuck the tip of his cock just inside me and came in a torrent.� I really couldn�t see it shooting from his cock, but I sure felt it squirting inside me.� He had the funniest look on his face, something like a cross between contentment and pain.

That�s how he prepped me to take his cock in my pussy.� He didn�t stick the thin vibrator in me every day, but it wasn�t long before he had something a little larger.� It didn�t buzz like the vibrator, but it was larger and stretched me out just a little more.� Two weeks later he had something larger that was modeled to look like dick.

It was in the waning days of summer, a week or two before school started.� Ben took me shopping, buying me new clothes, shoes, you name it, to start school.� I�d never had so many new clothes at one time in my life, and not cheap clothes either, but nice clothes from stores my mother never took me too.� Mom fussed at him for his generosity, but she was grateful too.

A day or so after the shopping spree we had lunch and did the rounds.� It was really hot and we were playing in the pool like we always did. There were other people in the pool too, so it wasn�t a private swim.� I was hugging him around the neck while he bounced in the water. He whispers, �You�re ready to be fucked." (I think that was the first time I ever heard that word, but somehow I knew what he meant.) "Today is the day.� If you don�t want my cock inside your sweet little pussy, Coochie Girl, you�d better tell me now.�� I really don�t remember what he said exactly, but it was something along those lines.� Nor do I remember what I told him, but I do remember that we got out of the pool and went to his trailer.� I had taken to calling him Grandpa when we were around other people; he liked that and I liked it too.� So when he walked me hand in hand to his trailer to fuck me for the first time, no one thought anything of it.

With the door locked behind us, he stripped off his wet trunks.� I was bit nervous as he had talked to me about fucking (though he never used that word) for a month or more, always saying that he was too big for me.� Suddenly today he wasn�t too big?� I stood there frozen while he relieved me of my top and then my bottoms.� He picked me up in his arms, gave me a quick kiss and said, �You�re going love fucking, my little sex kitten.�� Next moment, he deposited me on his bed.

I wasn�t sure, but I had a pretty good idea how this was going to work.� He�d get between my legs and stick it in me.� I imagined him on top of me, like I�d seen in the movies, except we weren�t under the covers like in the grownup movies that Mom let me watch.� What if he fell on top of me?

He flopped down on the bed beside me and reached for that bottle of slippery stuff he sometimes used to make his cock slide easily in my butt crack. He squirted a bunch on his hand and worked it into my pussy.� Then he coated his dick and worked it in. In moments it wasn�t half droopy anymore, but stood up proudly in anticipation, all shiny and wet looking.� Heck, I could have done that by sucking on it for a few minutes.� I was ready for him to roll on top of me, but he didn�t; he just lay there on his back with his cock pointing towards the ceiling.�

�Okay, Julie.� This is how we�re going to do it.� You�re going to climb on top of me, grab my little man and aim it for your cunny.� Then you�re going to lower yourself on it� a little at a time.� When you�re comfortable, you lower yourself a little more and take more of my penis into your vagina.� Got it?�

This didn�t sound bad at all.� At least I wouldn�t be crushed under him.� The rest of it� I wasn�t so sure.� But Ben had never lied to me before.� If it was going to hurt, he would�ve said so.�� Despite my misgivings, I climbed on top of him.� He placed his hands behind his head.� It was all up to me.� Grabbing his dick, I put it where he�d been putting it to squirt up inside me.� I lowered myself a little and felt my lips open up and mold around the fat spongy head.� Wiggling my hips seated it in the entrance of my pussy.� It felt so big, impossibly big� no way could that thing ever go up inside me.� I didn�t move.� Heck, it felt good right where it was.

�Push down a little bit, Coochie Baby,� Ben told me.

�Do I have to?�

�No, not unless you don't want to learn to fuck.�

�But it feels so big.�

�It will fit.� Trust me, just push down a little.��

I pushed down and nothing happened.� I pushed again and� �Oh, my!�� I wasn�t hurting or anything, but it was really tight.

�Take your time, little one.� When you�re ready, push down some more.�� In a few moments, I did just that and stopped, stopped with a little more of his cock in me.

I have no idea how long it took, but it wasn�t quick.� I do remember feeling fuller and fuller each time I pushed down.� Thinking back, each time I pushed down I must have been moving down a quarter of an inch or less.� But slowly I worked more and more of Ben�s little man into me until I couldn�t take anymore.� It�s not that he didn�t have more cock to give me, I had him at my limit with probably a couple of inches to go, but nowhere to put it.

At my age there was nothing little about his little man when it was stuffed up inside me.� I felt too full to move, so Ben moved me.� His hands came from the back of his head and grasped me by the hips.� He moved me up a little and then lowered me.� Again and again he did this gradually increasing the stroke length. �At some point I got it� maybe at the same point I realized how good it felt with his cock moving inside me. I began to move up and down on his cock and the more I did it the better it felt.� Ben now returned his hands behind his head as I worked myself into a frenzy fucking myself on his dick.� Why hadn�t I tried this before?

I could have gone for hours (okay that�s an exaggeration) because I was pretty wasted when it was all over.� I can�t say I remember him ejaculating inside me, but I do remember how wet I had become and how easy it was to slide up and down his cock.� Then he simply withered away inside me until he fell out.

There was a huge mess, but neither Ben nor I minded.� (Ben never seemed to mind a mess like that.)� For a long time he just lay there like a beached whale, huffing and puffing even though I�d done all the work.� I was pretty wasted too and felt like every ounce of energy had been drained from me.� We lay there in his bed, side by side for quite a while before he stirred, growling like a grizzly bear (or in his case a polar bear).� Sitting up, he grabbed my ankles and pulled my legs apart; then he dove in, licking and sucking on my cunt.� I always loved it when he did that.� He continued growling as he noisily ate me out.� He sat up on his heels and then pulled me to his voracious mouth, leaving me more or less upside down.� Then it hit me, the orgasm.� I hadn�t climaxed while I was fucking him, but I sure did now. His mouth and tongue were everywhere including my asshole.� I didn�t realize it until long after I stopped having sex with him, but from that moment on, he owned my pussy and was staking out a claim to my ass.�

He was always like that, direct and forceful, yet subtle and nonthreatening.� Everything he ever did, seemed to be spontaneous at the time, yet I now know he was very deliberate.� I suspect that if I had said, �No,� that day, he would�ve eaten me out first and then fucked me� as it was he had me fuck him first like it was all my idea or something.� But I�m grateful with the way he did it as I was never traumatized by anything he did with me.� I enjoyed it immensely and I enjoyed him immensely, just as he enjoyed me.� I was his little nudie, his coochie girl, his little fuck-baby� he owned me, gently having his way with me, taking me at will.� Me?� I was his totally willing child slut