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 �>�Julie -(TM)s World by Lasiter

   Chapter 1 My First Man

   Hi, my name is Julie.  I -(TM)m a single mom of twenty and have a
beautiful little girl.  But this story isn -(TM)t about me now nor is it
about my little girl.  However, the story is about me as a little girl. 
Not the whole story of my childhood, but about a significant time in my
young life that has shaped who I am and my attitudes about men and little
girls.  Growing up I was molested, molested a lot.  It wasn -(TM)t a
horrible experience either -- you see, with a very few exceptions, I
enjoyed the attention of these men.  For the most part they were very nice
to me, made me laugh and bought me things that my mom couldn -(TM)t afford.
I suppose she knew or at least suspected what was going on, but she never
let on to me that she did.  Notice that I said, "that she did," and not,
"if she did".  You see, I now realize that her financial lot improved
dramatically once she started letting me stay overnight with a "friend"
with increasing frequency, especially when that friend was an older man
who...  Let's not get ahead of the story. I guess one reason I was
attracted to men at an early age is the fact that I never had a father -- I
did, but I never knew him -- not even his name.  I suppose I had a need for
male attention, to feel like I was loved by a man even if he wasn -(TM)t my
daddy or my grandfather (my mom -(TM)s dad died before I was born). 
Whatever the reason, I liked being touched, hugged and groped and in return
I liked to touch, hug and grope.  Of course that led to other, more
advanced sexual encounters, which I also enjoyed.  For the most part the
men I was intimate with were always very nice to me, only occasionally did
I find myself in the clutches of someone who was mean to me.  A nice man I
-(TM)d go and be with time and again, a mean man -- once was enough. We had
been living in a shabby apartment until I was eight going on nine.  Up
until then, it was the only home I ever had.  The walls were thin and you
could hear everything going on in the apartments to either side of us,
behind us and over us; loud music, loud laughter, loud fighting and I
suppose, loud loving.  Mom never let me go outside to play alone.  There
were other kids my age and we -(TM)d have play dates in each other -(TM)s
apartments, but I was never allowed to go outside and just play with the
other kids without supervision.  Somehow I managed to learn to ride a
sidewalk bike without training wheels and I learned to swim. I had just
finished third grade when Mom bought a nice (almost new) mobile home in a
very nice park-like trailer park.  There were lots of trees and paved
winding roads.  The homes weren -(TM)t too close together either, leaving
lots of space for me to play in.  It was as if we had moved into an upscale
neighborhood compared to the old apartment complex.  Compared to the
apartment complex, the trailer park was a paradise.  Like I said, the
trailer my mom bought was almost new and it was very nice.  It was also
quiet, no noisy neighbors immediately on the other side of the walls.  Mom
let me ride my bike all around and let me play outside so long as I stayed
within hailing distance.  It was wonderful! No sooner had we moved in
though, Mom lost her job.  She had good office skills, so she quickly lined
up an interview.  She really didn -(TM)t know any of the neighbors yet, so
she decided to take me with her.  But before she left, she stopped by the
trailer park office to drop off a check for the monthly rent on the lot,
water and trash pickup and the community fees for general upkeep.  Now I
-(TM)d seen Mr.  Ben a time or two while out riding my bike.  The first
time I saw him, I was awestruck as he was a stocky but rather short man
with an unruly head of snow white hair and a full white beard.  Santa
Claus! But before I could get close enough to tell him hello, he
disappeared into a trailer next to the pool and office.  I rushed home and
excitedly told my mother,  -�There is a Santa Claus!  I just saw him!  And
he lives here! -� Mom laughed and told me he really wasn -(TM)t Santa
Claus, but Mr.  Ben, one of the owners of the trailer park.  I wasn -(TM)t
so sure if I believed her or not, after all, I saw him with my own eyes;
still the whole Santa Claus thing didn -(TM)t quite make sense to me, but
one could hope.  Maybe he lived here during the summer and changed his name
so people wouldn -(TM)t bother him. So when we stopped by the office that
morning, there was Mr.  Ben tending to business.  There was another man
there too, Mr.  James, who like Mr.  Ben, was older, but rather than short
and heavy set, he was tall and skinny with a hawkish look about him.  Mom
handed over her money to Mr.  Ben, chit chatted for a moment, explaining
where she was off to.  We were headed out the door when Mr.  Ben called to
her,  -�Does she know how to swim? -� That being an affirmative, he
explained that he was going to be cleaning the pool and that he -(TM)d
watch over me swimming while mom was off on her interview.  -�Oh, I couldn
-(TM)t possibly impose on you, Mr.  Ben, -� mom deferred.  -�Nonsense!  It
-(TM)s no imposition at all.  I -(TM)ll be at the pool, cleaning and then
swimming.  James here mans the office in the afternoon, and other than
making the rounds, I really have nothing to do.  Would it be alright if she
rode with me in the golf cart?" With a hearty laugh he added, "I promise; I
won -(TM)t drive too fast! -� It wasn't exactly a Ho-Ho-Ho laugh, but his
belly did shake. Let me see -- go swimming or go sit in some stuffy office
by myself while Mommy is busy.  I knew what I wanted to do.   -�Can I,
Mommy?  Can I?  Please, please, pretty please with honey and sugar on top!
-� Mom turned to Mr.  Ben.   -�Well, if you don -(TM)t mind -- I shouldn
-(TM)t be but an hour or so. -�  -�We -(TM)ll make the rounds first, stop
off and let her change into a swimming suit and then we -(TM)ll hit the
pool, -� Mr.  Ben explained. Mom turned to me and asked,  -�Do you have
your key? -� I pulled the chain from under my blouse and showed her the key
to our trailer.  With that, Mommy was off on her interview and I was off
with Mr.  Ben for my first ride in his golf cart.  Before we left, he
reached into a freezer chest and pulled out an ice cream bar for me.  With
my frozen treat in hand, we drove around the entire complex, with Mr.  Ben
stopping here and there to pick up a piece of trash or to chat with
someone. It was fun riding around with him.  Eventually we stopped at my
trailer and he told me go to inside and put on my bathing suit.  I ran
inside and put on the only bathing suit I had.  It was a bit small as I had
grown since Mom bought it last summer.  Still, the top wasn -(TM)t too much
of a problem and I managed to squirm into the bottoms.  I grabbed a towel,
ran outside and hopped into the golf cart with Mr.  Ben. We parked in front
of his trailer.  He told me to wait for him while he went inside to change
into his bathing suit.  I did and a minute later he came out barefoot and
bare chested.  He almost had as much white hair on his broad chest, wide
back and thick legs as he did on his head!  He even had a slight paunch
that was hairy white as well.  If this really wasn -(TM)t Santa, it was his
twin brother! We went through the gate and while I went in the water, Mr.
Ben pulled out the robotic pool sweep from the pool and then fished all the
leaves out with a big net.  Finished with his chore, he sat on a chase
lounge in the shade and watched me play in the water.  I hopped in and out
of the water for a while, having a grand time.  Then Mr.  Ben retrieved a
set of weighted plastic rings.  He -(TM)d throw them in the water and I
-(TM)d swim down a get them one at a time.  Then I -(TM)d hop out, bring
him the ring and hop back in for the next one.  We played that game for a
long time.  What I didn -(TM)t realize then was my too-tight bottoms had
ridden up the crack of my ass, giving him quite the cheap thrill. Once I
tired of the ring game, he went into the water too.  He tossed me around,
let me ride on his shoulders and swim between his legs.  Up to that time, I
think it was most fun I -(TM)d ever had.  By the time Mom picked me up, I
was in love with my very own Santa. Mom got the job, and started work the
very next day.  She still hadn -(TM)t made any arrangements for me, so I
was to stay home.  I asked her if it was okay for me to ride my bike around
and she said yes.  I watched TV for a while, then dressed and went out to
play.  At the old apartment I would never have been allowed to do this, but
the trailer park was quiet and serene.  Mom thought it reasonably safe and
that I should find some friends to play with.  I rode about all over, but
hardly saw a soul, much less any kids my age.  Turns out that most of the
residents were retired folks.  There weren -(TM)t any restrictions on
children, there just weren -(TM)t that many children, and of those, they
were in day care while their parents worked. Eventually I wound up at the
office where Mr.  Ben was still on duty.  He asked me if I wanted to go
with him on his rounds later on and if I wanted to go swimming.  Naturally
I said,  -�Yes. -�  -�Then you need go ask your mother if it -(TM)s okay.
-�  -�She -(TM)s at work. -�  -�Really?  She got a job that quick? -� 
-�Yes, and it pays better than her old job, -� I told him proudly.  -�Well,
we can -(TM)t go until James relieves me, -� he said.  Then he dug around
in a cabinet and came up a puzzle book, you know, one of those Waldo books
where you had to find things hidden in the drawings.  He sat me down and I
entertained myself until Mr.  James showed up about an hour later. I
thought that just as soon as Mr.  James showed up that we were going to
leave, but they had some business to discuss, so Mr.  Ben sent me home to
change into my swimming suit.  I sped home on my sidewalk bike, gathered up
my towel and bathing suit and sped back to the office.  When I got back, he
was ready to do his rounds and we rode all about the trailer park, just
like we had done the day before.  He noted that I hadn -(TM)t changed at
home, but said it wasn -(TM)t a problem as I could change in his trailer. I
did that while he waited outside, then he came in and changed into his
bathing suit.  Just like the day before, he cleaned the pool while I swam,
then we played. When Mom came in from work that afternoon, she asked me
about my day.  I told her everything.   -�You shouldn -(TM)t be bothering
Mr.  Ben like that.  You don -(TM)t want to be a pest. -�  -�I -(TM)m not a
pest," I petulantly replied.  "He -(TM)s nice and he -(TM)s fun to be with.
He likes me! -�  -�Well, I -(TM)d better have a talk with him. -� Well, Mom
had her talk with Mr.  Ben and everyday thereafter I stayed with him while
she was at work.  In exchange, Mr.  Ben came to dinner with us nearly every
night.  I quickly got into the habit of leaving my swim suit in his
trailer. When it was time to go swimming, it was right there and handy --
no need to go home and get it, or to lug it around back and forth. To keep
me busy in the morning while he was in the office, he -(TM)d sometimes send
me out a on a scavenger hunt where I -(TM)d go to specific places and find
things that he had hidden the day before.  He -(TM)d fix me lunch and
provided me with snacks.  We also started spending more time inside his
trailer where I would sit in his lap or snuggle up on the sofa while he
watched the news or we watched a Care Bears movie.  Sometimes we -(TM)d do
that after we changed out of swimming suits and sometimes before.  I liked
to do it before we changed back into our regular clothes because I liked to
run my fingers all through the hair on his chest and tummy.  He never told
me not to do it, so I figured that he liked that too. Then one hot
afternoon, we came in from the pool.  He told me to quickly change as he
needed to go to the store.  Well, my clothes were on the table and I felt
so comfortable around him that I just stripped off right there while he
watched.  He didn -(TM)t say anything, but I looked over at him and he
smiled at me, so I knew it was okay.  Dressed, we went to the store for
some groceries and then he took me to the mall and bought me a new swimming
suit.  It was pretty skimpy, but at least the material didn -(TM)t ride so
far up my butt.  After that, I changed right in front of him every day,
both changing into my new swim suit and changing out.  He always just sat
and watched.  Then one day as I was changing out of my swim suit, he told
me to stop and come give him a hug.  He was sitting in a chair in his
trunks and I jumped into his lap and gave him a big smack on the lips.  
-�I love you, Ben, -� I declared (he had me drop the Mister part weeks
before).  I meant it too.  Next to my mom, he was the most important person
in my life.  -�I love you too, Julie, -� he replied as his hands ran over
my bare back and then my bare buns.  That was the first time he felt me up
and I liked it, the feel of his strong hands rubbing my bare skin.  Now and
then he had rubbed me before when I was in my bathing suit, but this was
different --I wasn -(TM)t in my bathing suit or anything else -- there were
no boundaries except those he imposed upon himself.  He didn -(TM)t attack
my pussy or anything, he just rubbed my bare skin and I rubbed his bare
chest. Next day he came up with a new game, a variation on scavenger hunt.
This time he hid the parts of my bikini, so when I took off my clothes and
opened my towel, there wasn -(TM)t anything there.  It was a challenge and
I rose to the task, looking here, looking there while Ben watched.  Like
with his scavenger hunts, he didn -(TM)t hide anything too well and I found
both parts within a few minutes.  I put on my suit and was ready to go. 
-�I need to change, -� he said once I had my bikini on.  The way his
trailer was set up was with two bedrooms, one at each end with the
living/kitchen area in the middle.  One room he used as an office, the
other was his bedroom.  He stepped into the bedroom and left the door wide
open.  Off came his shirt and down went his shorts and with them his
underwear.  He had his back to me, so I didn -(TM)t get the full Monty, but
I did get my first look at his entire hairy backside.  He took his time
fiddling with his trunks, but soon they were up and he was covered, ready
to go. I didn -(TM)t say anything and neither did he.  We just went
swimming, joining several other people in the pool.  Back in his trailer
afterward, I stripped down to change.  I wasn -(TM)t in a big hurry to put
my clothes back on, so I jumped into his lap; his big hands immediately
cupping my bare butt.  I gave him a kiss as he began massaging my gluts.
Now fair is fair and he still had on his swimming trunks while I was
totally naked.   -�No fair, -� I pouted.   -�You still have on your bathing
suit. -� With a surprised look he asked,  -�You want me to take it off? -�
I answered his question with a question of my own, "You want me to get
dressed?" "No, no, no...  I like you just the way you are," he answered
grinning broadly as his hands roamed all over me. I had already heard of
all the good touch-bad touch stuff at school and had a pretty good idea
that this probably fit into the bad touch category, but Ben wasn -(TM)t a
monster, he was my friend, my best friend in the whole world.  I trusted
him and I loved him.  He would never, ever, hurt me.  As far as I was
concerned, any touch from Ben was a good touch, and some good touches were
better than others, like what his hands were doing on my bare butt.   -�You
can -(TM)t tell your mama about any of this, -� he said with a serious
look. I don -(TM)t remember him saying that yesterday or any other day
before, nor did he really need to say it.  I instinctively knew not to tell
Mommy anything that would get me grounded or get Ben into trouble. I don
-(TM)t remember if he let me answer of or not, he simply lifted me from his
lap and sat me on the table.  Then he stood and dropped his swimming
trunks. Now I vaguely knew that boys were different than girls and knew
that baby brothers had little thingies, but that was the extent of my
knowledge up to that point.  Suddenly I was confronted with a grown man
-(TM)s erection, and an impressive one at that (for a near nine year old
that is).  The low hanging testicles were completely unexpected.  Of course
he was hairy down there, just like the rest of him.  I also realized I had
discovered the source of that big hard lump I felt sometimes when I sat in
his lap, but didn -(TM)t know why I felt it sometimes and but not always.
Ben picked me off the table and carried me to the sofa where we lay
together naked for the rest of the afternoon, stroking each other.  I was
especially enamored with playing with his dick and balls, an activity he
never discouraged.  His big old cock was a mystery to me, sometimes it was
hard and stiff, sometimes it was soft and floppy -- mostly it was hard and
stiff.  It was all touchie-feelie and I loved it as much as I loved my Ben.
He called it snuggle-time with his little nudie.



   Chapter 2 Rainy Day Schedule

   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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s.  I didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s what you want. -� 
-�That -(TM)s what I want.  Ben! -�  -�Then that -(TM)s what you -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)ve enjoyed ever since, not just with Ben,
but other men; some through Ben, some I just met here or there.  There
-(TM)s just something about sitting in the hot water between a man -(TM)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 -(TM)d learn about in the
next few days.  Ben washed me like he was afraid he -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t raining so hard now and the wind wasn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t know what he was mumbling about, but suddenly he pushed me off
his dick.  It began spurting.  Surprise!  I didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t feel beautiful, but I took the praise.  What girl doesn -(TM)t
like to be called beautiful?  I might have been a bit queasy about all of
this, but Ben was quite happy.   -�I -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)s womb.  It -(TM)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 -(TM)s sperm -- that -(TM)s what this is, and a woman
-(TM)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 -(TM)re much too young to
supply the eggs. -�  -�Oh. -� I really didn -(TM)t understand it, not at
all, but I took Ben at his word that I wasn -(TM)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
-(TM)t smell anything strong, just a faint odor that was beyond my
experience.   -�Want to taste it? -�  -�No! -�  -�It -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)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.



   Chapter 3 Learning To Do It

   I really hated the weekends.  Mom was home and I couldn -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)t have me hanging
around all morning distracting him from the things he had to do.  We fell
into a daily routine.  I -(TM)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
-(TM)d give me an ice cream from the office freezer, we -(TM)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 -(TM)t always interested in sex, sex, sex, but Ben was
interested in sex, sex, sex.  Some days we -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)re thinking, that
losing my cherry would be a memorable thing.  It wasn -(TM)t.  I scarcely
knew that anything of any import had happened.  Ben didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t so sure that I could tolerate it for long, but I
nodded my consent as I couldn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s how he prepped me to take his cock in my pussy.  He didn
-(TM)t stick the thin vibrator in me every day, but it wasn -(TM)t long
before he had something a little larger.  It didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t a private swim.  I was
hugging him around the neck while he bounced in the water.  He whispers, 
-�You -(TM)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 -(TM)t want my cock inside your sweet little pussy, Coochie Girl,
you -(TM)d better tell me now. -� I really don -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)re going love fucking, my little
sex kitten. -� Next moment, he deposited me on his bed. I wasn -(TM)t sure,
but I had a pretty good idea how this was going to work.  He -(TM)d get
between my legs and stick it in me.  I imagined him on top of me, like I
-(TM)d seen in the movies, except we weren -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t; he just lay there on his back
with his cock pointing towards the ceiling.   -�Okay, Julie.  This is how
we -(TM)re going to do it.  You -(TM)re going to climb on top of me, grab
my little man and aim it for your cunny.  Then you -(TM)re going to lower
yourself on it -- a little at a time.  When you -(TM)re comfortable, you
lower yourself a little more and take more of my penis into your vagina. 
Got it? -� This didn -(TM)t sound bad at all.  At least I wouldn -(TM)t be
crushed under him.  The rest of it -- I wasn -(TM)t so sure.  But Ben had
never lied to me before.  If it was going to hurt, he would -(TM)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 -(TM)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
-(TM)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 -(TM)t hurting or
anything, but it was really tight.  -�Take your time, little one.  When you
-(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)s little man into me until I couldn -(TM)t
take anymore.  It -(TM)s not that he didn -(TM)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 -(TM)t I tried this before? I could
have gone for hours (okay that -(TM)s an exaggeration) because I was pretty
wasted when it was all over.  I can -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)t climaxed while I
was fucking him, but I sure did now.  His mouth and tongue were everywhere
including my asshole.  I didn -(TM)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 -(TM)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 -(TM)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



   Chapter 4 Share Bear

   I was big for my age when I turned nine just a few days before the first
day of school.  I was just starting fourth grade, but I knew a lot about
sex, thanks to my Ben.  I was sore the first few days after we first fucked
for real and it wasn -(TM)t until my birthday that he fucked me again --
several times.  Mom was at work and Ben had his way with me.  At noon he
had a birthday cake for me, some ice cream and a present for me, what it
was I don -(TM)t remember.  He asked if I was still sore and I told him no.
He then asked if I wanted to fuck again.  It was fun the first time, so
heck, yeah.  Mr.  James was just out of ear shot as this conversation took
place in the office.  We rode around making the rounds and then stopped at
his trailer.  Thinking that we were going swimming, I took off all my
clothes.  Ben was nude too and grabbed me, hoisting me into air in a fit of
giggling.  My head was practically in the low ceiling of his trailer as he
playfully rooted between my legs.  Suddenly he flipped me over and my head
almost hit the floor before he hoisted me back up by the hips and buried
his furry face between my kicking legs to eat me out.  As his big old
gnarly dick was in my face, I captured it with my mouth and sucked on the
head.  Now Ben was very strong and I was very light, but the arrangement
too awkward to keep for long.  Abruptly he stopped licking and sucking on
my pussy, and placed me on his shoulders facing forward.  Of course I
couldn -(TM)t suck his cock like this, but no matter.  He then carried me
to his bed (I had to duck to go through the doorway) where he plopped me
down like a sack of potatoes.  Instantly he was on me, holding my hands
above my head as he pried my legs open with his knees.  Within moments he
was in position with his big old cock at my little girl pussy.  I remember
the smile on his face and him saying,  -�Happy Birthday, coochie baby."
Then he pushed his cock against my pussy.  My lips parted and he found my
opening.  Slowly he drove it all the way in, or at least until he bottomed
out.  I felt so full, but it didn -(TM)t hurt.  He began to move and -- it
was the best feeling in the whole world.   -�You like that, my nudie girl?
-� he asked as he slowly fucked me.   -�Yeah, you like it.  You like old
Ben's big dick. -� I did like it, no, I loved it.  My Ben was fucking me
and I loved it.  It was the best birthday present ever!  He didn -(TM)t
keep a slow pace for long and soon was really putting to me until he busted
his nut inside me.  Afterwards, he went down on me until I nearly passed
out. We took a hot bath and then went swimming.  There were lots of people
at the pool that day, but no one noticed or questioned why my hair was wet
when we arrived.  Ben told everyone that it was my birthday.  I got lots of
 -�Happy Birthdays -� and a birthday spanking with nine swats to my wet
butt.  It wasn -(TM)t Ben who spanked me, but Jenny -(TM)s dad.  He was at
the pool alone and when he suggested it, Ben didn -(TM)t object.  Owww!  It
stung!  And right there in front of everybody!  Everyone also thought it
was funny, everyone except me.  But that indignity was soon forgotten as I
was tossed back into the water and then thrown person to person around the
pool.  That was fun!  I must have gone around nine times, but I wasn -(TM)t
counting.  It wasn -(TM)t just men tossing me either, there was at least
two women and a couple of teenage boys including Jason who often hung out
at the office with Mr.  James during the afternoon.  I wasn -(TM)t groped
or anything, it was just good fun with the birthday girl who loved every
minute of it.  When things calmed down it wasn -(TM)t long before Ben
wanted to go back inside his trailer.  No one seemed to notice that Ben and
I had disappeared and had sneaked out the back way and into the back door
of Ben -(TM)s trailer; everyone but Mr.  James and unbeknownst to me, he
already knew all about what went on in Ben -(TM)s trailer. Wearing nothing
but a birthday hat, I sucked Ben -(TM)s dick in front of his full length
mirror where he had a good side view of my efforts.  Meanwhile he snapped
photos of me with his digital camera.  He liked to take pictures of me
naked or sucking his cock and I liked seeing them on his computer in his
home office.  Today he also took pictures of me riding his cock as he lay
on his back.  This was in 1999 when Windows 98 was the operating system of
choice, a 5 gigabyte hard drive was almost unheard of and the internet was
accessed using a 56kb/s dialup modem.  It was also the wild west days of
the internet where anything and everything went and chat rooms for swapping
lurid photos of little kids were common.  I knew nothing about computers
and it would be months before I learned anything of this, or that Ben
regularly traded naked photos of me for photos of other naked young girls.
That evening, Mom put on a special dinner for me -- meatballs and
spaghetti, my favorite.  Naturally Ben was there and he gave me another
present, a talking doll.  There was more cake and ice cream and for me it
was the best birthday ever, even though I was a little sore down there.
Over the two days before school started, Ben fucked me several times,
recording the events with his camera on a tripod set to snap a picture
every thirty seconds or so.  Once school started, everything slowed down
considerably.  I still got fucked after school and before my mom got off
work, but it wasn -(TM)t like those long afternoons in waning days of
summer vacation. Ben was very proud of me when I showed him my first report
card of the year.  I had all A -(TM)s and an Excellent in Citizenship.  I
couldn -(TM)t wait to show my mom, but Ben told me that my mom had called
him and that she would have to work late that night.  Then like he did
every afternoon, he stripped me naked. Later that evening, after Mr.  James
had closed the office for the night, Ben and I were cuddled up on the sofa.
I had a leg thrown over the backrest and from behind, Ben leisurely entered
me over and over and over.  He -(TM)d stick it in all the way slowly, and
slowly take it all the way out.  A minute or so later, he -(TM)d slide his
cock into me again.  This way he could last and last and last while I was
nearly driven crazy. Suddenly I became aware that someone else was in the
room.  I don -(TM)t know how long he had been standing there right in front
of me.  I was really out of it.  When my brain finally kicked in, I jumped,
but Ben held me in place, while he continued to slowly enter me over and
over.   -�It -(TM)s okay.  It -(TM)s okay, -� he cooed as he fucked me
while Mr.  James watched.  That -(TM)s when I noticed that Mr.  James wasn
-(TM)t just watching me, but he had a video camera.  He moved around taking
video from different angles and taking close-ups of Ben -(TM)s cock with my
pussy stretched around it.  I had no idea just how many people would see
that video in the coming weeks. I was so embarrassed.  How could I ever
face Mr.  James ever again?  I buried my face in the sofa.   -�Get ready
for the money shot, Jimmy, -� Ben said.  A moment later he began grunting,
but rather than ejaculating in me, he pulled out, squirted, reentered,
pulled out and squirting he reentered me again.  Ben went limp.  I didn
-(TM)t know what to expect next.  Ben thanked Mr.  James and a minute later
we were alone again.  -�There, there, little one, -� Ben softly consoled. 
-�No need to be embarrassed.  Jimmy is a good friend.  Jimmy and me, we
have no secrets from each other.  Now let -(TM)s watch that video.  Okay?
-� I still had my head buried as Ben extracted himself from behind me.  He
fiddled around with the TV and video camera, goaded me to sit up and
pressed play on the remote.  There was no preliminaries, just old Ben
fucking me slowly, deliberately.  He looked huge snuggled behind me, all
hairy and white.  His head was just ducked behind mine so that he couldn
-(TM)t be identified, but with that white hair everywhere, I could tell who
it was and it was as clear as could be that his cock was entering me and
withdrawing, entering and withdrawing, in, out, in, out, in, out.  Suddenly
I realize that someone else is in the room, I looked up alarmed and then
buried my face while Ben -(TM)s big hairy arm held me in place -- in, out,
in, out, slowly.  The camera zooms in on his dick fucking my bald pre-teen
pussy -- in, out, in, out.   -�Get ready for the money shot, Jimmy. -� He
pulls out and my poor little pussy remained open, but only for a moment
before the cock fills and stretches it once again.  Out -- (groan) the
organ throbs and spurts, shooting a portion of the wad directly into the
open chasm, then it plunges back in and withdraws, spurting cum as it
emerges briefly before reentering.  It pumps a few times without
withdrawing completely, then it begins to shrink until it falls out from
between my partially open lips, lips that slowly close, lips leaking
whitish, viscous fluid, lips that take on a reddish color and begin to
swell.  He played that video over and over, until he decided that we needed
something to drink -- a Coke for me and a beer for him. We talked about how
Ben liked to take photos of me, and he explained how he wanted the video,
but just couldn -(TM)t do it by himself while fucking me.  He made it all
sound so reasonable.  He asked if Mr.  James could video tape us again,
from beginning to end, blowjob included.  I wasn -(TM)t so sure, but he
convinced me that since Mr.  James knew all about what we did anyway, then
why not.  I agreed. It would be a few weeks before we made that video as it
had to be after the office closed and Mom needed to work late.  But it did
happen, only this time it wasn -(TM)t just with Ben, but Mr.  James got a
blowjob too -- while Ben fucked me from behind.  I thought Mr.  James was
going to stick his cock in me, but he didn -(TM)t.  It -(TM)s not that Ben
prevented him, he just wasn -(TM)t that interested.  The BJ was fine, but
that -(TM)s as far as we went.  Mom had to work late another night that
week.  I naturally assumed we would be making another dirty movie and we
did.  After Mr.  James left for the night, Ben decided to show me a few
pictures of other girls.  He also showed me some pictures of a boy -- a boy
I knew.  Jason was several years older than me and hung out with Mr.  James
a lot in the afternoons.  His mom worked late every night and he and Mr. 
James messed around quite a bit.  In the photos, it was quite clear who
Jason was, but not the man he was blowing.  At first I figured it was Mr.
James and for some of the pics, that was true, but there were also other
men featured from the neck down and doing stuff that looked a lot like what
Ben and I did -- but Jason was a boy! Ben explained to me that some men
like girls, girls like me, and other men liked boys, boys like Jason.  Mr.
James liked boys.  Ben, he liked girls, me especially.  He also explained
that he thought that Jason should be given a chance with girls.  While I
was pondering that, he sent a short e-mail.  Minutes later I heard the back
door opening.  Naturally Ben and I were naked and as I was certain that it
was Mr.  James coming back for some reason, it didn -(TM)t bother me.  But
it wasn -(TM)t just Mr.  James; Jason was with him hanging in the back. 
-�You like naked girls, Jason? -� Ben asked.  Jason was as embarrassed as I
was.  Ben had me stand in the middle of the room and turn slowly for Jason.
Ben then pulled me to him and explained that he didn -(TM)t want Jason to
grow up just liking other boys and asked me if I would help out.  I -(TM)m
not sure if I really understood what he was asking and agreed to help Ben
help Jason.  Meanwhile, Mr.  James was speaking to Jason in a whisper. Next
thing I knew, I was being led from Ben -(TM)s office room to his bedroom.
Reluctantly, Jason was led in by Mr.  James.  -�Here -(TM)s what I want you
to do, Julie, -� Ben began.   -�I want you to help Jason get undressed. 
Then I want you to play with his uh...  little man.  Then you are going to
suck his dick.  Don -(TM)t overdo it and get him off, just get him good and
hard.  Then you are going to lie on the bed, spread your legs and then
invite him to, uh...  fuck you.  Okay? -�  -�You mean he's going to...  do
me? -�  -�Yeah.  But only if he wants to." "What about me?" I asked. "Oh,
now don -(TM)t fret about it," he said with a reassuring laugh.  "Trust me,
it'll be fun and it -(TM)s for a good cause, remember.  I -(TM)ll take you
out for pizza tomorrow after school. -� I wasn -(TM)t exactly thrilled, but
it was an offer I just couldn -(TM)t refuse as it had been a while since
Ben treated me to a pizza.  Mr.  James took up the video camera, while Ben
picked up his digital still camera.  Ben gestured to Jason to step to the
middle of the bedroom.  You -(TM)d think he was going to be shot the way he
nervously took the two steps and then awkwardly stood about.  Then Ben
motioned to me to begin undressing him.  I was already nude, but later on,
once Jason had relaxed a little, Ben had us both get dressed and then Jason
disrobed me.  Editing took care of the rest. I pulled his t-shirt over his
head and then unbuttoned his jeans and unzipped him.  He wasn -(TM)t
wearing a belt, so that wasn -(TM)t a problem.  Soon I had his jeans and
his boxer shorts down to his knees.  -�Okay, now play with his, uh, you
know, thingie, -� Ben told me from off camera.  I knelt and did just that.
Soon he was standing tall.   -�Now suck his dick, -� came the next
instructions.  I did.  I really enjoyed sucking Ben -(TM)s dick and had
even enjoyed sucking Mr.  James, so sucking Jason was fun.  I laughed as I
slobbered all over his thingie, as I still called it, and nibbled at his
balls.  I was really enjoying all this when Ben instructed me,  -�Get up on
the bed, Julie.  Spread your legs.  Good girl... "Okay, Jason, fuck her. -�
Jason hopped around trying to get his pants over his tennis shoes and wound
up half on and half off the bed.   -�Don -(TM)t worry about the damned
jeans, Jason.  Just fuck her, -� Ben told him.  So with his pants caught at
the ankles, Jason moved on top of me.  Ben always held his weight off of
me, but Jason didn -(TM)t.  Luckily he was just fifteen and not fully grown
or he would have crushed me.  He jabbed and jabbed his cock into my crotch,
missing every time.  Finally he got it right and drove it in all the way. 
-�Owww! -� I cried as he slammed into my cervix, something Ben was always
careful not to do.   -�Owww!  Owww!  You -(TM)re hurting me! -�  -�Sorry,
-� Jason answered with a look of horror at hurting me.  -�Just take it
slow, Jason and don -(TM)t go so deep in her, -� Ben advised.  But it was
all over.  He came inside me.  Within a second, he had hopped off me,
leaving me spread out and leaking his cum.  -�Let me show you how to do it,
Jason, -� Ben said.  His dick felt so comforting to me, in, out, in, out,
he fucked me at a leisurely pace.  When he dismounted, he invited Jason to
try it again.  By now he had his shoes and all of his clothes off. Second
time, Jason was just as clumsy and he was crushing me again.   -�Get off!
Get off! -� I cried.   -�No, not all the way!  Hold your weight off of me
with your hands. -� He tried again and succeeded in lasting much longer the
second time. After that night, Jason became something of a pussy hound.  He
still let Mr.  James and his friends violate him, but he also sought to
spend some time with me.  Usually it was pretty quick, but Ben always
enjoyed watching him fuck me.

   *****

   Some weeks after Jason was first invited to fuck me, a week or so just
before Halloween, Ben began "opening me up".  He used a rubber dildo that
tapered at the end to prod my cervix.  Over the course of two weeks, he
worked more and more of the thing into me.  It was uncomfortable, but he
never did it for very long so it really didn't hurt.  He also started
sticking it up my ass.  That felt a lot better than pushing through my
cervix.  He explained that soon we would be doing a "different kind of
fucking". Then the week before Thanksgiving, Ben and I were looking at some
of his pictures of other little girls, moving from picture to picture.  The
whole point of this was showing me that other girls were just like me --
cock-loving child sluts, even though he never said that.  Ben inserted
another diskette into his A-Drive and we began scrolling through another
batch of photos of little girls when a face caught my attention.   -�Go
back!  Go back! -� Ben scrolled back to the previous picture.  It was a
picture of a little blonde girl, lying nude on a tattered sofa, her swollen
pussy displayed for all to see.   -�That -(TM)s Jenny! -� I shrieked.  
-�That -(TM)s my friend, Jenny!  Where did you get this? -�  -�Um, I -(TM)m
really not sure.  I picked it up in a chat room.  You really know her? -� 
-�Yes!  That -(TM)s Jenny; my friend who visits her dad on the weekends. -�
 -�Is that so? -�  -�Yes.  Do you have any more pictures of her? -�  -�No,
but let -(TM)s see if he -(TM)s in the chat room. -� He opened a browser
and soon we were in the chat room.   -�I think we -(TM)re luck, -� Ben said
as he typed out a message to a  -�BadDaddy -�.  <BadDaddy, do you have
anymore pics of Jenny?> <Who are you> <A friend> <Who are you> <Do you have
any more pics of Jenny?  Y or N?> <Maybe> <Want to trade> <What do U have>
<Lots of pics.  Here -(TM)s a sample> Ben inserted a floppy-disk labeled 
-�Julie 47 -�, selected a nude photo of me and sent it.  Ben had lots of
Julie diskettes. <Do I know U> <I know U> Ben replied.  <Walk outside and
wait> Ben slipped his clothes on and told me to wait for him.  He was gone
for a long while , but when he returned, he had Jenny -(TM)s daddy with
him. My mom had just called the minute or so before and told me that she
was home and to come home, so I was dressed when they came into Ben -(TM)s
trailer.   -�I know you, -� Jenny's dad said.   -�You play with Jenny
sometimes when she -(TM)s over for the weekend. -� Turning my attention to
Ben I said,  -�Uhhh, my mom just called.  I have to go home. -�  -�That
-(TM)s too bad, -� Ben replied.   -�But you do need to run along. -� I did
run along with visions of Jenny and her dad filling my head.  Did they do
the same things as Ben and I did?  He -(TM)s her father!  As soon as I came
in, Mom made me take my bath (even though I already had a bath with Ben
earlier), then I was sent to bed.  I could hardly sleep.



   Chapter 5 Sharing is Caring

   The next day was a Friday and I was stuck home with Mom.  But on
Saturday, she called Mr.  Ben and asked him if he -(TM)d babysit me
overnight.  Of course he said he would, and no, it wasn -(TM)t any trouble,
no trouble at all.  She offered to pay him and he reluctantly accepted. 
Later on, sliding his finger through my snatch, he told me with a laugh
that he just couldn -(TM)t resist the opportunity for my mother to pay him
to fuck me until I couldn -(TM)t see straight; it was simply too
deliciously wicked for him to pass up.  He took me off my mother's hands
early in the afternoon.  Turns out that Jenny was staying with her father
that weekend.  Ben showed me a stack of 5 ½ -� diskettes with photos of
Jenny that he -(TM)d gotten from her dad -- nasty photos -- photos like the
ones Ben took of me -- nude photos -- bath photos -- cock sucking photos --
fuck photos -- facials -- and even some with a dog -- Ewwwwwww!!!!  While I
struggled to get my nine-year-old head around a dog fucking a little girl,
Ben picked up his telephone and dialed a number.   -�I have my girl with me
-- all night.  Bring yours. -� Ben listened and laughed, then added,  -�You
bet, buddy.  She's as ready as she'll ever be. -� Ten minutes later, there
was a knock at the front door of Ben -(TM)s trailer.  Carefully hiding his
nudity, Ben partially opened the door.  Ascertaining who it was, he let his
guests in.  Mr.  Rawlins had Jenny in tow.  Seeing Ben nude, Jenny's dad
joked,  -�I see you -(TM)re ready for her, -� except it wasn -(TM)t a joke.
After swapping photos the day before, the two men had agreed swap us at the
first opportunity.  Neither suspected it would be so soon.  Thanks to my
mom who was shacking up with her boss for the night, it was less than 48
hours since I had identified Jenny on the first photo.  Along with his
eight year old daughter, Rawlins brought along enough booze for a dozen
men. Thankfully there weren -(TM)t a dozen men that night, just Ben and Mr.
Rawlins.  Ashamed and embarrassed, I curled up in a chair in the computer
room and tried to hide my own nudity from the lecherous leer of Jenny
-(TM)s dad.  His attention though was diverted from me and back to his
eight year old daughter.   -�You like Mr.  Ben -(TM)s dick, Jenny? -� he
asked rather jovially.  Jenny glanced over at me and almost imperceptivity
waved to me, then she took Ben -(TM)s cock into her hand.  -�I told you
that she was a willing slut, -� her dad said to Ben.   -�Didn -(TM)t I? -�
Then he bent down and lifted the helm of her dress, slowly pulled it over
her head and then completely off, leaving her in just her panties and flip
flops.  Her dad fingered the elastic band of her panties and asked Ben, 
-�Do you want to do the honors? -�  -�I -(TM)d be delighted to, -� answered
a grinning Ben.  He knelt, which caused Jenny to let go of his cock, and
slowly pulled the little girl -(TM)s panties down to her ankles.  Balancing
herself on Ben -(TM)s shoulder, she daintily stepped out of both her flip
flops and brightly colored cotton panties.  Ben -(TM)s hands slid around
and cupped her bare butt. Leaving Jenny to the predations of Ben, Mr. 
Rawlins stepped into the office room where I was still curled up.   -�Look
up at me girl, -� he commanded.  I looked up, he was smiling kindly.  
-�Don -(TM)t be afraid.  We not going to do anything you haven -(TM)t
already done before.  Ben -(TM)s told me all about you, Julie.  He said
that you would be willing to suck my cock -- are you? -� Having sucked Mr.
James and Jason as well as Ben, it wasn't that outrageous of a question.  I
meekly nodded.   -�Good.  And, I -(TM)m going to fuck your sweet little
pussy tonight.  Okay, sweetie? -� I -(TM)m not sure if I answered or not as
we were distracted by Ben calling out,  -�You -(TM)re right, Fred.  Your
Jenny likes sucking cock. -� Sure enough, my naked friend was cupping his
big hairy balls with one hand and holding the base of his cock with the
other as she slobbered all over Ben's dick and blew him right by the front
door. Freddie laughed and turned his attention back to me.  His hand went
to his belt.  I knew that if I wanted any say in this at all, I needed to
take an active part.  I rose from the chair I -(TM)d been  -�hiding -� in
and brushed his hands away from his zipper.  With his zipper down, I
unbuttoned his jeans and laid his fly open, revealing his hairy pubic
mound. For some reason it really surprised me that he didn -(TM)t have any
underwear on.  Then I unbuttoned, or rather unsnapped his western shirt. 
As he wasn -(TM)t wearing an undershirt, I was able to run my hand over his
bare tummy and muscular chest.  Wow!  Whereas Ben was rather soft and
pliable, and Jason was rather boney, Fred Rawlins was hard and muscular,
which made sense as he worked as a trainer at a local gym.  I pushed his
shirt over his muscular shoulders and he took it from there, discarding it
on the floor.  Meanwhile I knelt and tried to remove his shoes, only he
wasn -(TM)t wearing shoes, but cowboy boots.  I didn -(TM)t have a clue as
to how to get them off, but Freddie helped out by sitting in my chair and
lifting one leg.   -�Grab it by the heel and pull, -� he instructed.  I
pulled and pulled, and eventually got the thing off his foot.  Then I
worked on the other until it came off.  This time it seemed easier.  With
his boots and socks off, Freddie stood again and I began pulling his tight
fitting jeans down off his hips and down his muscular thighs.  Soon he was
stepping out of them, pulling the legs inside out. Having undressed him, I
looked up and smiled at him.  Looking down at me kneeling at his feet, he
smiled back.  I was familiar with the look in his eyes, as Ben often had
that look when he was about to fuck me, eyes burning with lust.  My eyes
then fell to his uncut cock.  It was hanging low, but wasn -(TM)t
completely flaccid.  Ben and Mr.  James had both been circumcised as
babies, but Jason had not been, so the foreskin covering the head of his
penis wasn -(TM)t a surprise to me.  What did surprise me was how long his
dick was and it was growing longer.  As it engorged, the foreskin partially
rolled back revealing a pink, arrowhead tip.  I rose upon my knees.  No way
could I let Jenny show me up -- she was nearly a year younger than me!  I
took Freddie -(TM)s organ in my hand and felt it as it continued to
thicken, lengthen and harden.  It was so different than Ben -(TM)s knobby
cock and so much bigger than Jason -(TM)s slender pecker.  I think I was in
love with it immediately and I hadn -(TM)t even kissed it yet!  With his
cock in my hand, I looked up at Freddie, his eyes were intent and bore into
me.  I swear the man had psychic powers as my head filled with the
telepathic message,  -�Suck it.  Suck it.  Suck it. -� I smiled like Ben
had taught me and drew the impressive organ towards my lips.  If I wasn
-(TM)t already in love with it before, as soon as my lips molded around the
slender head, I was hooked.  He was already seeping clear precum and I
greedily lapped it up.  Mmmmmmmm, I love cock, especially a precum seeping
cock. I worked a little more into my mouth and swirled my tongue over and
around it, concentrating my efforts just under the rim of the head and on
that funny ridge of skin that Ben said is so sensitive.  I felt his strong
hand rest on the back of my head and he began gently pushing while at the
same time thrusting his hips, driving his dick back and forth in my mouth.
Next thing I know and his cock is at the back of my throat causing me to
gag.  -�She know how to deep throat yet? -� he asked Ben who was enjoying
his own blowjob from little Jenny.  -�No, but she can learn, -� answered
Ben huskily. Freddie pushed me off his cock, reached down, picked me up and
carried me into the bedroom at the other end of Ben -(TM)s trailer.  There
he laid me down on the bed with my head slightly hanging off the bed.  He
bent my head back and told me to open wide.  Bending at the knees and
straddling my head, he put his cock back in my mouth.  Pushing back and
forth, he told me to relax my throat muscles.  He pushed deeper, I gagged.
He pushed again and I gagged again.   -�Relax, -� he said,  -�just relax.
-� He pushed and I gagged.  Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a
movement.  Cutting my eyes to see what it was, his cock suddenly slid past
the back of my throat.  I thought I was going to choke to death, but he
pulled out immediately.  My respite was brief and his dick slid down my
throat again, and again, and again until I could do it without hardly
gagging at all.  Finally he pulled out completely, his cock spewing man
juice all over my face.  But before he finished his pushed his dick against
my nostril.  Some went up my nose and I began to cough and sputter.  Even
before I recovered, Freddie was wiping his cum from my face with his
fingers and shoving it into my mouth.  It had a sweet taste, at least when
compared to Ben's, which I suppose was from eating healthy food and
sweating a lot.  Whatever the reason, I loved the taste and substantial
texture and made an effort to gobble his semi-soft cock.  I guess that's
when I realized that there was someone else in the room, that someone being
Mr.  James as he dutifully captured the evening's events on camera for
posterity.  Mr.  James had taken lots and lots of photographs and videos of
me with Ben or Jason, so this wasn't cause for concern as Mr.  James rarely
did anything other having me blow him. At nine years old I had enough
experience to know that once Ben had ejaculated, it took a while before he
could get it up again; not Freddie Rawlins.  Sucking a flaccid cock is fun
in its own way, so I was sort of sorry to feel him hardening in my mouth. I
got over it.  By now Ben had Jenny on the edge of the bed on all fours,
standing behind her and fucking her so hard from behind that the bed shook.
Maybe it was the sight of his baby girl being fucked that helped him
recover so quickly, but for whatever reason, Freddie had an iron spike in
record time.  "Fuck her, Ben!  Fuck that little slut hard!" urged Jenny's
daddy just before he pulled his dick from between my lips.  Suddenly was I
hauled up off the bed and the next thing after that, I had my arms wrapped
around Freddie's neck.  I also had my legs wrapped around him...  it wasn't
conscious on my part, but that's how I was when he dropped me onto his
prick.  Knocked the air out my lungs.  Ben had been working on opening up
my cervix, but this was the first time I had a cock pierce me like that. 
He had entered my womb and it felt like his dick was going to come out my
mouth.  It didn't of course, or I wouldn't be here, but it sure felt like
it.  When he lifted me up, I was sort of stuck on his cock, but he yanked
and came free only to have him drop me onto his prick once again and
driving his long cock way up inside me.  That first time the deep
penetration was punishing, but like everything Ben had done to me before, I
adjusted to it. I was still seeing stars when Freddie dropped me onto the
bed like a sack of dirty laundry.  He rolled me onto my back, grabbed my
legs and spread me open.  Mr.  James was right there to capture the moment.
Within hours, that photo would be shared online in exchange for other
photos of men with little girls.  I didn't have time to think about that,
not that I would have thought much of it anyway, but Freddie swung around
on top of me, put his cock to my pussy and drove it in to the root.  It was
the most astonishing sight, the bulge his cock made in my tummy all the way
above my navel.  The tummy bulge went down as he withdrew, only to reappear
when he thrust forward into me.  Mr.  James managed to squeeze in between
and video the lewd spectacle.  The way my tummy bulged out was rather
disconcerting.  I looked over at Jenny who Ben was still fucking doggie
style.  Her mouth was hanging open and she had this far away look in her
eyes.  A moment later Ben was growling like he does when he's cumming, his
movements became erratic and he looked to be agony, but I knew it was pure
bliss for him.  He stopped and was motionless for a moment, then he pushed
Jenny away, causing her to flop down on the bed rather ungracefully.  Ben
straddled her prostate little body, leaned forward, grasped her under her
thighs and opened her up so that Mr.  James could have a clear shot of the
cum oozing from between Freddie's daughter's swollen and red pussy lips. 
Those photos would also be shared on the internet that night. I don't
recall how many times Jenny and I got fucked that night, by Freddie and Ben
or how many blowjobs we gave to them and Mr.  James, but we were up all
night.  The sun was coming up before we were allowed to go to sleep in
Ben's bed and it was in the afternoon before we woke up.  Jenny looked to
be a mess and so did I.  Ben came in looking somewhat haggard as he didn't
get any sleep at all the night before.  He just plopped down on the bed,
still dressed from work, and immediately began snoring.  I think that was
the first and only time I ever saw him sleeping with his clothes on.  Jenny
and I took a hot bath together and then dressed and went home.  Me to my
empty trailer and Jenny to her dad's.  I was asleep on the sofa when Mom
came home from her weekend date.  Jenny I didn't see until nearly two weeks
later when she was visiting her dad on Wednesday.  When I did see Jenny
again, Ben had taken me over to Jenny's dad's that afternoon and while he
fucked Jenny on the sofa, Mr.  Freddie fucked me in his bed.  Then they had
us lick the other's pussy and clean up all the seeping cream.  As usual,
Ben had his camera and took pictures of Jenny and me doing it together. 
Ben had showed me pictures of girls going down together, but I'd never done
it before.  It was kind of nice once I got used to it.  Mom was home from
work on time that night so I had to leave, but Ben stayed and I could only
imagine what those two were doing to Jenny before she was taken home to her
mother.  I found out the next day when Mom had to work late and Mr. 
Freddie joined Ben and me for an early evening sex session.  Mr.  Freddie
didn't get there until late in the afternoon, but I had been with Ben since
the school bus had dropped me off.  Almost as soon as I was in his trailer
and had my pants down, Ben stuck a rubber object up my ass.  He'd been
sticking things up me for some weeks, so it didn't surprise or bother me.
Then he removed it and stuck a larger object up my ass, only this thing
popped in and was held there by my anal ring.  He diddled me for a while,
and had me suck his cock.  The he pulled the butt plug from my ass and
inserted an even larger one. "You remember what I said about us doing a
different kind of fucking?" Ben asked as he tugged on the plug stuck up my
ass. "Huh uh," I mumbled into the mattress with my ass in the air. "Do you
know what I was talking about?" With him gently tugging on that thing, I
got the hint real quick.  I don't know if I answered or not, not that it
mattered at that point, but Ben pulled the tapered butt plug from my
asshole.  I felt something cold shoot up my ass and then felt the spongy
head of his cock nestle between my cheeks.  "Reach back and spread yourself
open," he instructed.  On my knees and with my face pressed into the
sheets, I really wasn't using my hands to support myself, so I did as I was
told, reached back, spread my buttocks apart and... "Uggghhhnnn!" I grunted
as he drove is old cock up my well prepared, but as of yet, virgin ass. 
"Uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh," I grunted as Ben rutted and
sodomized me.  "Uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh..." It went on and on
until he unloaded his balls into my newly defiled rectum.  I felt Ben
soften and then fall out of my now gaping hole.  "Oh, fuck!  That was good,
baby girl.  Really good," he praised breathlessly as he continued to hold
me by the hips.  Then I felt him prying my cheeks apart.  "Oh, yeah," he
mumbled, "oh, yeah." Then he sort of rolled off to the side and collapsed
onto the bed.  Moments later he was snoring while my debased ass throbbed.
I too was quite wasted when the buggering ended and remained in place, face
to the mattress and ass hiked in the air.  Hearing the door open and then
close, I opened my eyes and saw him, dressed in his gym clothes.  Freddie
grinned at me as he approached the bed.  I started to move, but he told me,
"Stay where you are, slut." I had heard him call Jenny a slut, but that was
the first time anyone said that of me, not that I had any idea what the
word meant other than it sounded rather nasty. I guess Ben heard him too as
he woke up enough to say, "What?  Oh, it's you, Fred." "Did you fuck her in
the ass like you said you were?" "Yeah, yeah," Ben replied as he sat up.
Turning to me, Ben asked, "Are you okay, Julie?  I didn't hurt you, did I?"
"No," I replied though my ass throbbed and I really wasn't all that sure.
"You wouldn't mind if Fred..." I guess I could have said 'no', but most
likely it wouldn't have stopped Freddie from taking sloppy seconds.  This
time Ben spread my ass cheeks open as Freddie put his hard cock to my
recently deflowered anus.  "Uggghhhnnn," I grunted as Jenny's dad's long
dick ran deep into my bowls.  "Uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh...  uhh..."
"You've trained her well, Ben," Freddie said as he sawed in and out of my
butt.  "Jenny screamed and hollered the first time I did her in the ass. 
This one seems to be a natural." When I went home around six I could hardly
walk.  It had been dark already for nearly an hour and there was cold wind
blowing.  Mom thought I was taking ill or something and sent me to bed
early.  By morning I was still a little sore, but like the first time Ben
fucked my pussy, it wasn't anything I couldn't handle.



   Chapter 6 A New Year, A New Trick

   For Christmas Ben bought me a new bicycle.  Sparkling-pink, it was the
most beautiful bicycle in the world!  I wanted to ride it to school, but
Mom said that was too dangerous with all the strangers about.  Still I had
a great time riding it about the trailer park. Mom of course had to work
during most of the Christmas holidays and that gave Ben and me plenty of
opportunities for hanging out together.  It was quite cold by then and
Ben's trailer was a bit chilly, but he wrapped us up in blankets as we
lounged about, doing things a nine year old girl should never do with a
middle aged man.  There was also plenty of opportunities for Freddie to
join us and many frosty late afternoons I spent getting it from both ends
at the same time.  By then, I also hardly thought about it when one of them
wanted me anally. Of course I got to see Jenny and got to see her get
fucked by Ben and her daddy.  We also spent a lot of time licking cum from
each other's pussy and ass.  I wasn't too keen on licking it as it dribbled
out of her ass, but I didn't want to get spanked by Freddie for not doing
it either.  In the weeks before Christmas I learned how much Freddie
enjoyed giving a spanking and I was careful not to give him any excuse to
redden my butt.  It's not that he hurt me; Ben would never let him do that,
but then again, Ben got all excited when Freddie had me over his lap giving
me a good case of the red ass.  I'd be bawling and hollering for him to
stop and that just earned me a gag lest someone outside hear something they
shouldn't.  I'd kick and try to get away, but I never did.  Next thing I
knew and Ben had handful of my hair and his cock inside me pounding away
like a madman. It was during Christmas break that Ben told me that he and
Jenny's dad had an arrangement and that I was to "accommodate" Freddie
whenever possible.  Jenny in turn was to accommodate Ben whenever possible.
With Jenny not living with her father, Freddie had the better end of that
deal and I soon realized that with Freddie "whenever possible" meant
whenever he wanted me.  For the most part he was always nice to me, telling
me how I reminded him of his Jenny.  Jenny and I didn't look anything alike
and when I asked about that, he laughed and said we were both little cock
hounds and that's what he meant. I didn't know it then, but that New Years
Eve was hugely significant for me and my relationship to Ben.  Mom wanted
to go to a party and asked Ben to look out for me.  I expected that we'd
just hang out at his trailer or Freddie's trailer, but that's not what
happened.  Ben had a few days to make his arrangements and when he told me
to go get in his truck, I did so without asking questions.  I assumed that
we were going to a party of some sort like everyone else in the world.  As
we drove across town, all Ben would say to my questions was, "You'll see."
After a long drive we drove around a nice, but modest neighborhood, looking
for the right street.  Once Ben located it, he drove to the end of the
block and pulled into an alleyway lined with a wooden privacy fence.  "This
is it," remarked Ben as he pulled into a covered parking space that was
inset into the fence.  Once we were parked, someone would have to really
work at it to see who we were.  Ben and I got out of his truck and a gate
opened partially at the back of the carport.  "Are you Ben?" a gravelly
voice asked. "Yeah," answered Ben, "and this is Julie." Seconds later we
were inside the gate and the gate was closed and locked.  We followed the
man to the back door and inside his house.  I hadn't gotten a look at his
face in the dark, just the broad backside of a big man in a ski jacket. Had
I gotten a look at this guy at the gate, I would have took off running!  He
was as ugly as they come.  Looked like a mobster/hit man or something, wide
fleshy face with a huge scar down one cheek and eyes like a shark, dark and
dead looking.  Once he took his stocking cap off I could see that his hair
was thin and unkempt.  When he looked at me, a huge grin came across his
face as his eyes crawled all over me.  I wanted to ask Ben what this was
all about, but I was too scared and gripped Ben's coat, getting as close as
I could.  The man reached out and with his big rough hand, pushed the hair
out of my face.  "I seen your picture, honey.  Just as pretty in person as
in your photos.  Now, how about showing me some skin, kid." "Not so fast,"
Ben said.  "First there's business." "Yeah...  business," the man said with
a scowl.  He turned and picked up an envelope from the table.  "It's all
there," he growled.  "Four hours.  Four hours from the time her ass is
naked." Ben took the envelope, briefly looked at the contents and stuffed
it in his pocket.  "Four hours.  I stay to make sure she's safe." "Suit
yourself, Grandpa, but her ass is mine." He paused and then added, "She
ain't gonna scream is she?" "Not unless you make her scream." "Hell, I
ain't gonna hurt her.  She just needs to do what you said she'd do." The
ugly man turned to me, "You're gonna to do what your grandpa said you'd do
and what I seen you do on video.  Ain't that right, sweet thang?" I was too
scared to say or do anything, not that it mattered to him nor to Ben for
that fact.  He stooped down in front of me and began removing my coat. 
Grinning, he pulled my new sweater over my head and he began unbuttoning my
blouse.  With my blouse now hanging open, he stopped there and ran a finger
over the skin of my chest, tracing circles and swirls around my nipples
until he suddenly pinched one between his thumb and forefinger.  It
startled me more than hurting.  He released it and soon his fingers were
rubbing my other nipple.  He stopped for a moment, looked me in the eye and
smiled.  Gawd, he was gross!  Then he slipped my blouse over my shoulders
and pulled it off my arms.  I was now topless and half undressed as this
ugly beast of a man ogled me.  His hands slid up my jeans and up along my
now bare sides until he stopped at my upper arms, holding me in his iron
grip.  He pulled me to him and in doing so, pulled my nipple to his fleshy
lips.  With my nip surrounded by his corpulent lips, I felt his tongue go
into action, slowly swirling all around it and gently sucking.  He released
my arms and held me with one hand behind my back while the other slid back
down my leg only to rise again on the inside of my thighs until his hand
was cupping my pussy through my jeans. He switched nipples and sucked and
slathered on the other for a few minutes while his hand between my legs
gently squeezed and released.  Next thing I knew he was in my face, his
ugly mug mere inches from my face.  The distance growing less and less
until...  Ewwwwwww!  He was kissing me!  Kissing me the way Ben did
sometimes, his lips covering my mouth, his fat tongue probing between my
lips and into my mouth.  We were eyeball to eyeball and just couldn't bear
to look, so I closed my eyes.  That made it better, much better because...
well, I liked the way he was kissing me, liked the feel of his big tongue
and liked the feel of his big hand rubbing my cunt; I just couldn't bear to
look at him. After a good time of stuffing my mouth full with his tongue,
he broke off the kiss, only he didn't stop kissing me, he just wasn't
kissing me on the lips anymore; instead he was now kissing my ear and
licking inside it.  The noise was something awful, but boy did that make me
feel funny! "You're getting all wet down there, little one," he whispered
to me at one point.  I don't know how wet I was, but I sure felt good. He
moved to the other side and gave my other ear the same treatment.  Then he
was kissing and nibbling on my neck, then my arms and back to my nipples
and down into my belly button.  I was wet with his saliva from the waist up
by the time he was ready to move on.  Ugly though he was, I was ready to
move on too.  Oddly I wasn't now so repelled by his brutish looks. He took
his hand from my crotch and unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans.  He wiggled
them off my hips and leaving my panties behind, pulled them to my ankles.
He had a little problem there as I still had my shoes on, but he took care
of that quick enough and I was left standing barefoot and just in my
panties.  Kneeling before me, he held me by the hips and looked me up and
down, the images burning into his brain.  Then the kissing started again,
only this time it was down one leg and up the other, pausing to nuzzle his
face between my legs and munching on the fabric of my wet panties.  Then he
was going back up my tummy and his hand went back between my legs, cupping
my cunt and squeezing it for a moment before worming a finger up inside to
rub my bare pussy.  The fingers first came inside one leg hole and then the
other, his fingers taking greater and great liberties with my cunny and
driving me crazy while doing it.  By the time his fat finger first went up
inside me, I would have gladly sucked his cock and licked his balls, but he
was still fully dressed.  He'd been molesting me for a half hour and he was
still fully dressed!  But he was in no hurry.  He had four hours and he
took his time finger fucking me, first with one finger, then another until
all ten fingers, including both thumbs, had explored my vagina. After all
ten fingers had a go at my pussy, he suddenly stood up.  He kicked off his
shoes, and pulled his sweatshirt over his head revealing a massive chest
covered in dark hair.  He wasn't as hairy as Ben, but the dark color made
him look hairier.  Then he stripped off his jeans and his underwear. 
Standing before me completely nude and with a huge hard-on, I knew that
soon that thing would be inside me.  I was about to get fucked by the
ugliest man on earth and I was eager for it!  Taking the initiative I
reached out and took his engorged organ into my hand.  I tried to close my
fingers around it, but couldn't do it, not that he was much thicker than
Ben, but he was as long as Freddie.  I smiled up at him and he rewarded me
with squinty grin.  I leaned forward and kissed the fat head that was wet
with precum.  Mmmmmmmm, I just love sucking a hard cock, and even if he was
ugly as sin, his big cock was beautiful...  and his funky aroma made my
already wet cunt to start leaking.  I gave it my all to give him the best
blowjob of his life.  I was doing good too as I could hear him muttering,
"Suck it you little slut.  Goddamn that's good, baby whore.  Fucking cunt,"
and things like that, similar to the nasty things Freddie said to me when I
was making him happy. He muttered, "I'm getting close," and pushed me away
from him.  "Trying to sap my vitality," he said accusingly as he held me
away from his cock.  "I ain't close to being finished with you, doll, but
it is time my cock found out what your young pussy feels like.  Stand up."
I stood and he bent over, his thumbs hooking into the elastic band on my
panties.  Yes, I still had my panties on, if you can believe it.  Down they
went and I stepped out of them. He looked over at Ben who had been sitting
and watching and said, "My four hours begin now." Heck, we'd been there for
nearly a hour already. "You've been with her for almost an hour," protested
Ben. "Maybe so, but our deal was that my four hours begins when her ass was
naked.  Her ass is now naked.  A minute ago, her ass wasn't naked." "What
are you, an attorney or something?" Ben peevishly asked.  "Talk about
splitting hairs!" "A deal is a deal, so live with it, pal.  Now, I don't
know about splitting hairs, especially seeing how this little cunt ain't
got no hair, but I assure you, for the next four hours I am going to be
splitting your granddaughter's pussy lips with my cock.  Just as we agreed,
Grandpa.  It's what I paid for.  Now, you're free to stay and silently
watch, or you can go somewhere else for four hours." "I'll stay," Ben
replied. "That's fine with me.  Do me a favor, Pops, and get me a beer from
the fridge." Ben opened the refrigerator and extracted two long necks.  He
twisted the top off the first and handed to the man, a man who had paid to
fuck me, a man who I didn't even know his name.  For some reason, none of
that particularly bothered me.  Actually there was a reason it didn't
bother me, I wanted to fuck this ugly bastard and suck his lovely dick. Ben
then twisted off the top to his beer.  "That'll be a dollar," the man said.
"Just leave it on the table." Ben looked at him with the funniest
expression, but then pulled out a dollar bill from his wallet, tossed it on
the table and muttering under his breath, sat back down.  The man then
turned one of the kitchen chairs around and sat on it.  "C'mere cunt," he
said to me.  I took the few steps to him.  "You like me, darling, or do you
just like my dick?" "I like you okay," I replied without further
elaboration. "But I'm a fucking ugly son of a bitch.  Hell, I know I'm
ugly. I even scare me, but you don't seem scared." "You've been nice to me
and...  I do like your dick." He was surprised when I took him in hand
again. "You're something else, girl.  Most girls and women won't get
anywhere near me.  They usually run away as fast as they can, as if I'd
hurt them or sumptin'.  Well, I never hurt nobody ever, not unless they
deserved it and you, precious thang, are to be cherished...  cherished. 
Your grandpa whored you out to me and truth be told, you ain't got no say
in this tonight.  I am going to fuck you for the next four hours.  I'm
going to be as gentle as I can be, but...  tell me the truth, do you think
you can take my cock?" "Sure, I'd love to," I replied with a smile that
masked my doubts.  I crawled up into his lap, straddling his rampant
erection.  Grasping it, I placed it in the maw of my sex and... "Good god
almighty!" he groaned.  "You've got to have the tightest pussy on earth! 
Damn, girl!  Damn!  Yeah, take it.  Take it all, you fuckin' little whore!"
Let me tell you, he was BIG.  But like Ben told me, a pussy will stretch to
fit a cock, it just needs a little training and Ben certainly had my
cunthole trained.  I bounced on the big prong with my hands on his
shoulders, looking him square in the eye.  He was some ugly, but I liked
him, liked him a lot.  He had incredible staying power and we fucked and we
fucked and we fucked and used the entire house to do it, in the chair, on
the table, on the kitchen counter, standing up, in his bed, on the floor
from behind, on the floor cowgirl.  He'd cum up my twat, drink a beer while
I blew him to another erection and we'd fuck again until he came again.  I
don't know how he did it, but I'd sure like to have him as a fuck buddy
now. That ugly bastard was fantastic! Of course men drinking beer have to
piss every now and then.  During one of our breaks, he told me to come with
him to the bathroom.  I did and he told me to get into the tub.  I did. 
Ewwwwwwwwww!  He tinkled all over me.  Then he stepped into the tub, picked
me up and began rubbing me all over him and kissing me.  Then he turned on
the shower.  I screamed because it was so cold, but he didn't seem to
notice.  Ben came running in to see what was the matter and seeing us under
the spray, went back to have another beer.  But the cold water did have a
effect upon him, as his balls and cock shriveled up to a fraction of their
earlier size. Cleaned up, he dried me off, as I was practically blue.  Then
we went back into the living room where he put me over the arm rest of the
sofa, spread my legs and ate me out, cunt, ass and all.  I was pretty well
warmed up when he put his cock to me once again and the fucking resumed.
All said and done, he didn't use his full four hours, only he had me for a
little more than four hours altogether.  When Ben dryly noted that he still
had forty minutes, the man just laughed and said he had had enough for one
night.  He also gave Ben back all the beer money that had accumulated on
the table.  All in all, it was a New Years Eve to remember, the night I
officially became a child call girl.



   Chapter 7 I Get a New Daddy

   That spring, Mama traded in her old beat up car for a fancy brand new
car.  There was also a subtle change in the relationship between Mom, Ben
and me.  I don't recall when it began, but I did notice it.  Before it was
always Mom asking Ben if he'd look after me while she worked late or went
out on a date.  Now we'd be having supper together and Ben would say, "If
you have to work late tomorrow," or something along those lines.  Maybe Mom
had mentioned it to him before supper when I was out of ear shot, but it
began happening with increasing frequency.  Whenever Ben asked, Mom always
said yes, but she wasn't exactly thanking him for looking after me.  And
whenever he said, "If you have to work late tomorrow, I'll be glad to look
after her," that very next night we'd get into his pickup truck, drive
across town and he'd introduce me to some man who would pay him to have sex
with me.  Sometimes it would be at the man's apartment or home, or more
usually, it would be at some cheap motel along the old highway.  Ben made
no effort to hide from me the fact that men were paying him.  I asked Ben
about the money and he told me that he was saving it for me, for my college
education.  I believed him totally and completely, but I never saw a dime
of that money.  I know now that was being used, but back then, I trusted
Ben, besides sometimes these men would be a lot of fun, but not always.
Most of these men I would see only once, but some I saw again and again
over the next few years.  When it was some new guy, Ben always hung around
to make sure I wasn't hurt or abused.  When Ben was more confident about
the "client", he sometimes gave the men the privacy that they wanted.  When
I was about eleven years old, Ben took me to a rather fancy hotel.  I never
dressed sexily like a child hooker when out with Ben, but rather modestly
like any other normal eleven year old, nor did I wear a lot of makeup, but
just enough to make me pretty.  We went up to the top floor.  Ben knocked
and we were let inside by a man who appeared to be Ben's age.  It was the
biggest, fanciest hotel room had had seen to that point.  It wasn't just a
single room either, but three rooms, two bedrooms flanking a large living
area.  The man paid Ben and a moment later, Ben left leaving me alone with
this guy I'd never seen before.  The fact that Ben hadn't stayed worried
me, but the man who insisted that I call him "Daddy", was very nice to me.
Room service delivered a hamburger and some ice cream for me and I ate
while Daddy made some phone calls.  After I ate, he took me to one of the
bedrooms and told me to put on the clothes he had laid out on the bed.  I
did as I was told and changed while "Daddy" watched.  The clothes weren't
actually clothes, but a pink sheer nightie.  Except for some pictures that
Ben had shown me, I had never seen anything like it before.  The nightie
was so pretty and though it covered me to mid-thighs, it hid nothing.  He
also had me put on a pair of pink high heels.  That was it; the negligee
top with no panties and the shoes.  Then he applied makeup to my eyes and
lips, I couldn't believe how much older that made me look.  The shoes fit
very well, but I had trouble walking in them.  Daddy had me walk around the
hotel suite until I was reasonably proficient in them. In the living area
there was a large U-shaped black leather sectional with a massive square
coffee table in the middle.  Daddy put on some music, had me step up onto
the table and then dance.  Of course I nearly broke my neck in those shoes,
but after a few tries, I was doing okay in them, not great, but okay.  By
now I had been in Daddy's hotel suite for nearly two hours, following his
instructions and he hadn't touched me.  I thought, this isn't so bad, but I
was ready to see "Daddy's" cock and see what he could do with it. "Go wait
in the bedroom until I send for you," he told me pointing to the room where
I had changed.  He copped a feel of my butt, but that was all he did before
he closed the door and left me by myself wondering what was going on with
this guy.  After a short time, I heard voices in the next room.  I waited
and I waited and quite frankly, I was bored to death. After what seemed to
be the longest time, the door opened and Daddy beckoned me to come out.  I
put on the high heels and came out into the other room.  When I did, I saw
the men, four of them, sitting around the table on the sofa and drinking.
Someone exclaimed, "Holy shit!" and they all turned to look at me in
stunned silence, their mouths hanging open.  "Gentlemen," Daddy began, "due
to our combined efforts, we made an absolute killing on the Morgan deal. 
It wouldn't have happened if we hadn't all put in a lot of long hours and
pulled together.  That and a bit of good luck.  And as promised, I have a
special treat for you that you'll remember." "She's just a kid!" one of the
men exclaimed. "Yes," Daddy said.  "But, which one of you hadn't thought
about having a young girl like this?  You only didn't because you never had
the opportunity.  Me, I like young girls and I'm sure that you are going to
enjoy her too." "We're going to get arrested," said another. "Not if you
all keep your mouths shut.  Now, let me introduce you." He turned to me and
said, "What's your name, honey?" "Julie," I replied with a smile. "And how
old are you, Julie?" "Eleven." "And why are you here, Julie?" "Ben brought
me." "And Ben is your grandfather?" "Yes, sort of." "And why did Ben bring
you here?" "Uh, to have sex with you?" "That's not exactly correct...  he
brought you here to have sex with me and my friends.  Have you ever had sex
with a man before?" "Yes, lots of time." "With more than one man at a
time?" "Uh, yes." "And these men, they pay your grandfather to have sex
with you.?" Freddie didn't pay Ben to fuck me, but I knew he wasn't talking
about Jenny's daddy.  "Yes." "He whores you out?" I knew what that word
meant.  "I guess." I nervously replied in a whisper.  "And what do you
think about that?  Being sold like that for sex?" "I've never been sold!" I
replied indignantly.  "Ben always takes me home afterwards!" Then I had a
sinking feeling.  "Ben didn't sell me to you, did he?" Daddy laughed. 
"Strictly speaking, no; perhaps rented is a more accurate term.  Now, do
you like having sex with strange men?" "Ummmm, for the most part.  Just so
long as they're nice to me, I'm nice to them." "But, do you enjoy being a
child whore?" "Yeah, I guess." Starting with Jenny's dad, lots of men
called me a slut or a whore or a tramp.  Ben explained that I shouldn't
take offense as very few girls my age could be properly called that, but I
was now a big girl, did big girl things with men and lots of big girls were
called that.  I liked the idea that I was doing big girl things and so I
didn't think of the terms as being disparaging.  However, experience had
taught me that when men started calling me a whore, bad things could
happen. Daddy turned to the other men.  "See, she's experienced and
willing. Now which you wants the first blowjob?" No one spoke up.  Frankly,
I think they were all too astonished to speak up.  "Okay, then I'll have
the first blowjob," Daddy declared. Daddy turned back to me smiling. 
"Before you suck my dick, honey, how about if you give the guys a little
dance like we practiced.  Maybe that will put them at ease." That was okay
by me.  I stepped up onto the large coffee table where I walked in a circle
until Daddy started the music.  I began dancing and all eyes were glued on
me and what was partially visible under the nearly transparent pink
material.  Suddenly, Daddy mounted the table with me.  He grabbed me and
pulled me to him, his hand hiking up the see-through negligee and exposing
my ass to his friends.  "Very nice, don't you think, gentlemen?" He had me
turn and hiked up the negligee in the front to expose my pussy.  "Look
closely, gentlemen.  These are not the pussy lips of an innocent school
girl.  These are the pussy lips of an experienced girl who knows what her
pussy is for.  These are pussy lips eager to caress a man's cock." I heard
one of the men mutter, "Oh, god damn." Looking up I saw him rubbing his
crotch with apained expression. "Undress me, Julie," Daddy whispered as his
hand ventured between my legs.  At eleven years old, I was quite proficient
at undressing men.  I removed his shirt, then his shoes and socks.  Then I
removed his dress slacks and finally lowered his underwear, pushing his
boxers to his feet.  Looking up at the nude man towering above me, I knew
what I needed to do, what my client wanted me to do, what I wanted to do.
Smiling up at him I rose onto my knees and took his hard cock in hand,
nuzzling my face in it and his balls.  Glancing over at our audience, I saw
four mouths agape.  When I licked the tip of Daddy's dick, I heard a chorus
of groans. "Fuck, she's no older than my Emily," I heard someone say. "Does
Emily give blowjobs?" someone jibbed.  "Fuck you, Terry," I heard as I
mouthed Daddy's entire glans. "No, I'm going to fuck her," I heard the
second man say, "right after she sucks my fucking dick." "Yeah, me too," I
heard a third. I guess that watching me blow Daddy on the coffee table
loosened Daddy's friends up, because no sooner had Daddy blown his load
down my throat, another man presented his cock to me for sucking.  After
that, it was one right after the other.  I felt a little queasy swallowing
all that nut juice, but that didn't stop them from hauling me into the
bedroom where I was deposited upon the bed for my first true gang fucking.
Daddy was first and he pounded me into the mattress while another man held
my hands over my head.  The next man hauled me up on my hands and knees and
took me from behind, fucking me like a jack hammer; meanwhile, Daddy had me
suck his cock clean.  After that it was one man after the other, fucking me
while I sucked dicks.  Someone asked if I took it up the ass.  Daddy said,
"Of course she does." He laid on the bed and pulled me on top of him facing
his feet.  "Put it in, Julie," he told me.  I took his cock and guided it
into my pussy while his buddies all watched.  "No, not that way," he told
me with a gentle slap to my butt.  I pulled off and aimed it for my
bunghole, but he and I both were too dry.  One of his friends helped him
out by passing him a tube of lube.  Daddy greased up his cock and greased
up my anus and I tried again.  This time, he went in easily and I took
every inch of him while his friends watched and joked. It turned out to be
a very long night and when it over, I was very sore.  You'd think that
using me like that, the men would have been physically rough with me or
verbally abusive.  They weren't.  All through the night they called me
Sweetheart and Baby Doll and asked if they were hurting me.  Once the sex
had started, no one, including Daddy called me a whore or a slut.  It was
just that I had been fucked so many times that it became uncomfortable and
when I said I had enough, they all cleaned up, got dressed and went home to
their wives and children.  All except for Daddy.  Daddy didn't leave, but
instead took me into the big indoor Jacuzzi for a hot soak and then to the
other bedroom where we slept together.  Next morning Ben picked me up, but
not before Daddy had me suck him off again. Ben and Daddy talked for quite
a while.  The gist of which was that Daddy was very pleased with me, and
wanted to see me again.  Little did I know, but my life was about to change
radically.  Two weeks later, Ben took me to the marina where Daddy kept his
motor yacht.  I had never been on a boat before and let me tell you, this
was some boat.  Daddy showed me around, taking me to his stateroom which
had a big bed and a large window looking out over the water, up on the deck
where he had a hot tub, and up on the bridge where I met his captain who
was then taking the yacht out into the bay.  Once we were out in the open
water, Daddy turned to me and told me, "When we are out to sea, I want you
naked at all times." I looked over at Captain Jack and then back to Daddy.
"Don't worry, Sweetie, Captain Jack is going to see you naked quite a lot,
so there's no need to be shy.  Now, loose the clothes, Baby Doll." Right
there on the bridge, I stripped off all my clothes while Daddy and Captain
Jack watched.  "She's very nice, Mr.  Wallace," the captain commented with
a grin. "Yes, she is," Daddy agreed.  "And quite willing too." Leaving my
clothes up on the bridge for Captain Jack to stow away, Daddy and I went
down to his stateroom where he completely undressed.  I thought we'd be
having sex, but he took me upstairs and onto the foredeck, where he
slathered me down with sunscreen so I wouldn't burn.  It was a fun day,
just motoring along a few hundred yards from shore.  At one point, the
captain stopped and set anchor.  Then fifteen minutes later, he served us a
fancy cold lunch up on the foredeck.  While we remained at anchor, several
sailboats passed by.  Daddy and I were in plain sight and several boats not
only waved at us, but tooted their horns. I asked Daddy about being naked
for everyone to see.  He answered, "It's not against the law to be naked on
a boat.  It's only against the law if we were engaged in a sex act and then
only because of your age.  When we fuck, Julie, we'll fuck inside and when
you suck, you'll suck inside too.  Out here, we're just soaking up the sun
as nature intended. "Speaking of sucking, let's go inside for a while." We
stayed out on his yacht until late the next afternoon.  When Ben took me
home, Mom only asked if I had a good time boating.  She didn't press for
details. For the next three years, I was Daddy's exclusive toy.  No more
one night stands with strangers.  I had sex only with Ben and Daddy, or
rather Daddy and his friends.  Freddie had moved away suddenly and I never
saw Jenny again either.  That was okay by me, because I had grown to
dislike Jenny's dad.  Jason, Mr.  James' boy-toy, had gone off to college
and I hardly ever saw him again either.  I liked Jason and I missed him. 
Ben meanwhile, had taken up with another young girl who lived in his
trailer park.  Melisa was a sweet girl and I helped train her for Ben. 
Most of my time with Daddy was spent on his yacht.  There I had sex with
lots of different men, men who were Daddy's friends.  I also had sex with
Captain Jack whenever it suited Daddy to reward his captain.  Daddy had
some older girls too.  Even though they were much older than me, I became
good friends with several of them, as we had much in common as Daddy's
sex-toys.

   *****

   Mom never inquired about my days and nights away from her, just as she
hadn't inquired about the time I spent with Ben.  Even though Ben had
pimped me out, I still loved him.  He was always warm and kind to me and
showered me with his affections.  The fact that he was a randy old sot
didn't diminish my affection for him.  When he had a stroke and died, it
was devastating for me. After Ben died, I saw less and less of Mama, as I
began traveling with Daddy on his trips to Europe and South America.  The
legal arrangement was that he was appointed my Guardian, a privilege for
which he paid Mom a considerable amount of money.  Basically, she sold me
to him, and in doing so, she improved my lot in life considerably.  I had a
private tutor who taught me not only high school mathematics and English
literature, but also taught me the finer points of being a courtesan.  By
the time I was sixteen, Daddy was very proud of me and introduced me to
several very rich men who lavished their attentions on me.  Let me tell
you, it is very nice to waited upon hand and foot and to be treated as a
princess.  In exchange, I treated them like the sultans they were.  These
affairs only lasted a month or two, and then I was back with Daddy for a
month or so before becoming the guest of another man of importance to
Daddy. I was just turning eighteen when one of these men wanted to father a
child by me.  Daddy discussed this with me and told me that it was my
choice.  That if I chose to do it, his friend was prepared to keep me in
the style in which I had become accustomed and that my child, if it was a
boy, would be the man's heir.  I was getting old by Daddy's standards,
though he didn't say as much, and I knew he wouldn't have suggested it if
he wasn't ready for me to move on.  I accepted Macario's offer, moved into
his villa on the Spanish Mediterranean, went off birth control and promptly
got knocked up.  Macario was very proud of my swelling belly, though he
directed his affections to other women.  When it became apparent that it
would be a girl, my relationship with Macario ended.  He was a man of his
word and set me up in another smaller villa in Naples along with a stipend
that would see me through for years to come.  This brings me to now.  No
sooner had I settled into my new digs than Daddy contacted me and
introduced me to this stunningly handsome Italian fellow.  Adriano is
older, like I like my men, and despite the fact that I am big as a balloon
carrying Catarina, he's quite the lover.  He seems to be quite happy that I
am carrying another man's child as he loves children, wants a big family,
but can't father children of his own.  For Adriano, this is the next best
thing. As for the big family that Adriano wants, that is to be accomplished
by me taking on carefully selected lovers who are to inseminate me until I
have provided Adriano with the family he always wanted.  Adriano, who also
likes to see me being fucked by other men, has already selected the next
two fathers of my future children.  How lucky can a girl be?
   END OF JULIE'S WORLD