The Julie Journals

From the author:The Julie Journals have always been dear to my heart as they are as close to the truth as I have been able to write. As always, I have used artistic license when describing some of the sex scenes as they are drawn from memory. When I originally wrote the set up to this chapter I realised that I couldn't possibly publish it due to legal implications hence why it stayed unfinished for so long. I have rewritten and glossed over why I was in Goa and to be honest it isn't really that important apart from to stress I was wound up tighter than a coiled spring. I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed it at the time and then reliving those memories when I wrote and edited it.

Kisses Julie XXX

PS I have left in my normal introduction style

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She picked up her journal, the one she had kept ever since she had learned about adult life, and as she turned the pages from the beginning, she smiled as the memories came flooding back to her. She couldn't help smiling to herself as she found the entry, 'New Year in Goa', with a note next to it, '9 & 4'. Her pussy moistened as she remembered what the numbers meant.

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Julie was annoyed; what should have been a simple job had turned into a disaster. It was all very well spending New Year's Eve in a five-star Goan hotel, but spending it alone was a bind.

On Boxing Day she had been in bed astride her nicely endowed boyfriend in their apartment when her phone had rung. The voice on the phone didn't bother identifying itself, nor did he bother with any pleasantries. Julie listened to her boss, knowing in her heart he was about to ruin her Christmas break.

"I need you to go to Goa to collect an item. You will need to check its authenticity and then deal with it appropriately. A car will be with you in 30 minutes."

The phone went dead, and Julie took a note of the time before dropping the phone on the bed.

"How long?" Said asked the man whose cock she was expertly riding, something she hadn't stopped doing all the time she was on the phone.

"Long enough for you to fill me full of cum," she laughed as she increased her pace.

Julie moaned with pleasure as the man pushed a dildo into her ass at the same time as he thrust up into her, giving her the feeling of being double penetrated, something she loved. Arching her back, she orgasmed as the man under her pumped up into her while fucking her ass hard with the dildo.

As she sat on the toilet, expressing what had just been inserted, she thought to herself, maybe this one was a keeper. Of course, they would need for it to be announced and blessed by her boss, but she knew if she stamped her foot enough, he would give in. There wasn't a need to pack for the trip as a suitcase would be in the boot of the car collecting her, she just hoped someone with taste had picked her clothes.

When she checked into the hotel, there was a message saying the package had been delayed until after the New Year, which was nearly a week away. She was also given an invitation to the Hotel's Gala night to celebrate New Year's Eve, although she would have rather been at home being fucked silly.

The room was spacious, luxurious and above all cool. Deciding she might as well work on her tan, Julie walked outside to her private veranda that overlooked lush tropical gardens. The layout of the hotel was marvellously clever in each of the deluxe garden villas was totally un-overlooked, giving the impression you were alone in the jungle. Angling the lounger to catch the best of the sun's rays, Julie lay on her tummy letting the sunlight dance over her back and naked ass.

At first, she had gone topless as she hated tan lines, but the bikini that had been packed was the type her mother would have worn. After the first hour, she decided not to bother and went naked, loving the gloriously decadent feeling of freedom it gave her.

After a while of half-dozing in the sun, she heard the subdued chatter from the bushes and realised that it must be 4 o'clock and the gardeners were working nearby. There had been a sign in her room that advised the gardens in her area would be attended between 4 and 5 each day, and guests should be aware.

Rolling onto her back, she scanned the bushes through slitted eyes while appearing to be asleep. She spotted a couple of shadowy figures and casually passed her hand over her breasts, and the chattering stopped. Knowing she had an audience excited Julie even more, and she could feel herself getting wetter. Pulling her knees up, she opened them, hoping that her watchers would be getting a good view. Running a finger up and down her pussy lips, she moistened the tip before circling her clit, making it swell.

Some days Julie could cum just from clitoral stimulation, other days she needed penetration, today was one of those days. Pushing two fingers deep into herself, she started to finger fuck herself hard, arching up to them as she went deep, her juices bubbling around her knuckles. Even when she went to three fingers, it wasn't enough, so searching blindly with her free hand, she encountered the large suntan bottle she had been using.

She had chosen it with care at the duty-free shop with just this purpose in mind, as she knew no one would have packed her a dildo. Her hand could hardly fit around its long, cylindrical shape, and although the base wasn't as curved as she would have liked. Thankfully it had no sharp corners. Parting her lips, she pushed the bottle in halfway, moaning with pleasure as she felt herself being opened.

As she started to fuck herself, she imagined the gardeners all had their cocks out and were masturbating furiously at the free sex show. She wished they would burst from the bushes and fuck her in turn or even two at a time. The thought sent her over the top, and she came hard on the bottle that was three-quarters inside. Not removing the bottle, she lay on her back, a leg on either side of the sun bed, soles of her feet on the floor.

After a while of dozing like that, she roused herself and showered before dressing for dinner. She chose one of the simple light cotton summer dresses that had been packed, but declined the granny knickers that had been packed, consigning them to the waste bin.

In the restaurant, she scanned the other guests with growing disappointment, realising that most of the guests were couples, more interested in each other than anything else. She did get the odd admiring glance from some men, but it was surreptitiously done while their partner wasn't looking. Julie wasn't adverse to a threesome, but although anyone she talked to was pleasant, there was no hint of anything more.

For the next few days, Julie developed a pattern of working out in the morning before it became too hot. There she would tease the fitness instructor Ranjit, wearing skin-tight Lycra body suits. These hadn't been packed for her, so she had brought them from the hotel shop and charged them to her room. In the past, she had found there was often the chance of bumping into a lesbian or bisexual woman, especially in the changing rooms. To her frustration, it seemed most of the hotel guests weren't interested in cardio work, as some days she was alone.

Her only sexual relief came from her trusty suntan lotion bottle, which she used to great effect. At four, the bushes would rustle as a sign her audience was in position and her signal to begin. She prayed that one of the gardeners would break the hotel rule about not fraternising with guests, but frustratingly, they never did.

When New Year's Eve finally arrived, Julie was getting ready for dinner. Her pussy was tingling from the full wax treatment in the hotel spa, where a delightful young Indian girl had removed every hair. Her tiny fingers had floated over Julie's pussy as she had applied and then removed the wax. When she had gently applied the soothing cream, Julie was mentally screaming at her to slip her whole hand into her. If the spa attendant had noticed Julie's arousal, she never mentioned it.

She was just about to step into her dress when her doorbell rang, and answering it naked apart from her strappy high heels, she took the message envelope from the open-mouthed delivery boy. Tearing open the envelope, she read the few words before crumpling the message into a ball and hurling it across the room. It had simply said, "Package destroyed, flight home arranged for tomorrow."

Determined she would at least enjoy the evening gala, she slipped into the dress that fitted her like a second skin. Even if she had wanted to wear underwear, it would have ruined the lines of the silver sequinned dress.

It was well past two in the morning when Julie left the function tent to walk back to her room. Rather than walking back along the main path, which was well lit, Julie decided to cut through the dense foliage and follow a path she had seen some of the staff follow. The evening had been a mixture of good and bad. The food had been fantastic, the entertainment fascinating, and the firework display at midnight spectacular, but she would have rather been spending it with her unofficial boyfriend. He was unofficial as they worked together and had yet to declare their relationship to the powers that be.

As she strolled along the path, her high heels in her hand, she started to think about her boyfriend's cock. She giggled as she thought about how she was riding it when she had taken the call from her boss and how he had used the dildo in her ass. The thought made her wet, and she was eager to get back to her room and use the sun lotion bottle again.

Their attitude towards sex was very different. Although he was a fantastic lover, he made it very clear he didn't share nor did he approve of same sex relationships, either male or female. Julie decided not to tell him she was very much bisexual, nor that she enjoyed multiple partners when the opportunity arose. Instead, she decided what he didn't know couldn't hurt him. She had looked at the guests at the party to try to spot any possible casual sexual encounters, but there was limited opportunity and none that took her fancy.

"Excuse me, Miss, this is not the way for guests."

Julie found herself staring into the big brown eyes of Ranjit, who ran the fitness centre in the hotel. Julie had worked out there most mornings and was pretty certain Ranjit had checked her out. Julie was proud of her body and knew her skin-tight Lycra short-legged body suit left nothing to the imagination, something Ranjit appreciated based on the fact that he had a decent-sized swelling in his shorts.

"If I give you a New Year's kiss, will I be forgiven?" Julie said coquettishly, and before Ranjit could protest, she kissed him full on the mouth. As their tongues entwined, any possibility of it being considered a chaste kiss vanished in the balmy night air.

"We shouldn't, Miss Julie," Ranjit tried to protest as he broke the kiss, but he could feel her strong hand inside his tracksuit bottoms, gripping his manhood.

"Tell me you don't want me," Julie growled, the frustration of the wasted trip bubbling up and fuelling her lust, "Consider it wishing a guest a Happy New Year."

Ranjit unzipped Julie's dress, which fell in a puddle of material around her ankles, revealing that she was totally naked under it. His cock was as hard as steel as he watched Julie turn and bend over, pushing her ass out in invitation as she gripped the back of a garden bench.

"Fuck me," Julie rasped, wiggling her ass at him, "Use my cunt like a cheap whore."

Ranjit knew he would be dismissed on the spot if he was caught, but the temptation of the white round ass he had admired as she worked out was too much. Stepping forward, he gripped his cock by the base and placed it at her entrance. With a muffled prayer that he wouldn't be caught, he drove deep into the white pussy, his cock encased in sheer heaven.

Julie braced against the bench as Ranjit drove in using his powerful thigh muscles to power his hard cock in and out. This was a perfect fuck for Julie in the mood she was in, hard and fast, pure fucking.

She heard the chatter of voices of some arrivals, and there was an exchange with Ranjit in their sing-song language. Ranjit paused his fucking as he said, "My colleagues would also like to wish you Happy New Year, Miss Julie."

"That would be very kind of them," Julie moaned, feeling her pussy bubble, knowing there were at least another two of them.

Ranjit increased his pace, encouraged by the onlookers who were all working their cocks ready to take their turn. With a muted roar, Ranjit pumped his seed into Julie's pussy as she squealed in orgasm.

As Ranjit pulled out, there was a brief, heated exchange between the men before one of them stepped forward and slammed his cock into Julie. He fucked faster than Ranjit and wasn't quite as big, but Julie orgasmed again before he sent his seed to join Ranjit's.

There was barely a pause before the next cock pushed into Julie's pussy. This man was slightly heavier and a little larger than the previous man, so his thrusts sent his cock deeper. Julie realised that one of them had appeared in front of her and grabbed her hair as he thrust his cock in her mouth. As the pair fucked her at both ends, Julie felt herself cum again. Number three pumped his seed deep inside, and Julie wondered if she was going to get fed an after-dinner treat by the cock in her mouth. An exchange of words resulted in the cock in her mouth being pulled out as he rushed around the bench to take the place recently vacated.

As the man started to fuck her, Julie felt another cock being presented for her to suck, although to her disappointment, this was only semi-hard. The reason quickly became apparent as she could taste her own juices; the pair must have swapped. Sucking the last of the cum out of his balls, Julie felt load number four being deposited inside her.

Julie was wondering if she could coax the man in her mouth to have another go when she heard the babble of a new group of excited voices. She felt the man withdraw from her pussy accompanied by a flow of seed. One of the men chattered something in Hindi, which was incomprehensible, but what he asked for or what he was going to do became quickly apparent. Julie felt him drag his cock through her folds, followed by a sharp stabbing pain as he entered her ass. It was pointless protesting due to the language barrier, not that Julie was going to object, as she enjoyed anal.

"Fuck yes," Julie groaned as the man withdrew from her mouth as his colleague pushed his cock further into Julie's ass.

With the only lubrication for the man's cock coming from the seed he had collected from Julie's pussy the initial pain was intense. The burning penetration sent Julie wild, and as the sawing sensations intensified, she orgasmed noisily on the man's cock. The chattering increased in intensity as the men crowded forward to watch the white woman not only take a cock in her ass, but was clearly enjoying it. The man grunted and shouted in his own language as he pumped his cum deep into Julie's bowels.

He pulled out, and the next man simply used the seed that was there to drive his cock back into Julie's ass. His fucking was hard and brutal as he pumped into her ass, made slick by the seed in there. With less friction, he was able to pull fully out and then back in, to the appreciative murmurs of the audience. It wasn't long before he grunted and pumped his cum deep into Julie's ass with a satisfied exclamation.

As the man pulled out of her battered ass, Julie reached back and placed her hand over her open, throbbing anal hole. The next man understood what was required and thrust into her pussy, driving deep until his balls rested on her pussy lips. Her cunt was still full, and with her juices flooding out, a squelching noise filled the area. The man gripped her hips, his fingers digging into her hips as he thrust frantically, sending jets of seed into her pussy.

Julie was panting when the 6th man replaced the 5th, his cock of sufficient size, it took her breath away. It wasn't the biggest she had ever had, but it was much bigger than the ones that had preceded it.

"Nice tight cunt," he said in broken English, "you good slut."

Julie didn't reply but moaned in orgasm, a moan that intensified when he grabbed her hair and pulled her head back.

The rest of his words were in his own language, but delivered so that each word was accompanied by a hard thrust. The thrusts were hard and deep, and the words, while unknown, were angry. Suddenly, he sped up, sending spurts of cum into her cunt, as torrents of what was undoubtedly insults poured from his mouth.

Julie's throat was raw from her moans of pleasure as she started to dehydrate a little. A cock was shoved in her mouth, and she could tell from the musky taste it was one that had been in her ass. She felt the man behind probe her ass with his cock, but she reached behind to guide him to her pussy. The man wasn't happy and tried to alter his aim, but Julie manipulated him into her pussy. Realising he wasn't going to get her ass, he contented himself to savagely fuck her cunt while his colleague fucked her mouth.

After he had shot his load deep, he pulled out and moved round to fuck Julie's mouth and throat. The next man probed her ass, but by then Julie was using her free hand to push the man in her mouth back to stop herself choking. The man behind must have taken this as agreement and pushed his cock into Julie's ass in one steady movement. As Julie screamed in pain and pleasure, the man in her mouth pushed harder, making her gag and cough. Ignoring her spluttering, the man forced his cock into her throat, uttering words of triumph. The man in her ass responded by fucking her harder, driving her onto the cock that was down her throat.

Julie's head was spinning as she felt the man pump his seed deep into her bowels. There was a pause after the man withdrew, and she could sense the other men crowding around to inspect her battered holes. A finger poked in her ass, and then another pushed into her pussy before she felt a cock being thrust into her ass using the three loads already in there as lubrication. Luckily, the man in her mouth had withdrawn, allowing her to breathe, which she did, taking great gulps of air. Another cock was pushed at her lips, but clacking her teeth resulted in it being quickly withdrawn.

The man withdrew from her ass after sending the 4th load of the night into her bowels, and Julie didn't care which hole they next used as long as they used it now.

"Fuck me...fuck me," she groaned, lust burning through her like a forest fire out of control.

As she felt the man push into her pussy it didn't feel abnormally thick, but she breathed a sigh of relief that he hadn't chosen her ass as his cock seemed to go on forever. When he stopped, fully embedded, Julie swore the head was poking into her cervix. He drew back a little and then drove in again, making Julie groan in pain. The audience was chattering in their own language, and a couple of them started making the braying noise of a donkey. The comparison wasn't lost on Julie as the thrusts battered her cervix, making her wince, but at the same time begging him to fuck her harder.

The donkey cock man withdrew after coming so deep inside Julie's battered cunt that it left her panting to regain her breath. The next cock felt like someone was pushing a wine bottle into her pussy such was the width. Despite the eight cocks that had battered and seeded her cunt so far, this new one stretched her further. The length didn't feel much more than most of the others, but when he pulled back, it felt like he was taking her insides with it. His thrusts were short and relentless as they built up a partial vacuum, making it feel like her insides were being rearranged. The seed inside her had no escape and was churned together like some weird elixir. The man grunted and pumped his seed to join this magic potion before withdrawing his cock with an audible plop.