Julie’s Memoires: Party (1975)

(((Preface

My total number sexual partners is at least 600. Although my diaries have entries for about 400 different people, I know I did not chronicle every encounter. I figger an average of one new person per month is reasonable.

I started keeping a diary at about age eight. My mother had given me a blank page book for my birthday. She told me it would become my best friend. That I should tell my diary everything. "Someday you will be more than happy you kept a record of your thoughts and experiences."

These stories are based upon my diaries' entries, and my memories of the events. No doubt they are not completely what actually happened. But they are what I remember.

Born in 1947, I have been sexually active for about since I was 16.))) /

1975, Summer

I was at an evening party with my Jim. One of those warm summer parties when it is hot enough to have the windows closed and the cooling on low. The house was just out of town, so the houses were about 100 feet apart. There were about 40 people talking and laughing. I walked through the house being polite. Jim knew more people than me. I was in a mood to be less chatty. I walked out on the veranda. It was a moonless night. The outside lights were not on. But the light through the curtained windows provided a bit. As I rounded a corner I sorta noticed someone sitting on a bench. I could not see their face.

"Who are you?"

"John."

"Mind if I sit here?"

"No. Who are you?"

"Julie. Boring party for you?"

"No, I just wanted a bit of privacy."

"Why?"

"I am here alone and I was getting horny looking at and smelling the girls. So I came out here to jack-off. But, I am not getting hard."

"That's a little too much information for someone you just met. Don't you think?"

"Well, I thought you should know why I have my pants open."

"It's too dark to see that."

"Maybe you could help a bit by stroking me, to get me hard."

"A bit quick for a first date!"

"Someone else might come out before I get off. With your help it won't take as long."

I really love playing with floppy cocks. Soft and squishy. So I scooched over a bit, and felt about with my right hand. And sure enough the little bugger was way soft. I took it in my hand and started squeezing it like milking a cow, little finger to index finger. Of course it started to grow. When it was about full size I moved my hand to the center and held tight and pulled the skin down real slowly making the head tight. Held it for a moment. Then pulled out from the root till the skin was taut and held it.

I kept doing this for a while. John was enjoying it. I could tell from the way he was breathing through his open mouth, very quiet moaning.

I kept pulling the head very tight and then pulling up to the top stretching his cock skin.

After few minutes of this john started to get up.

"What are you doing?"

"If I stand and stretch my legs I will cum sooner."

He stood in front of me, leaning against the railing. I was still pulling the skin on his cock slowly forward and back. He was hard. But seemed to be getting harder. Very sexy.

The bench was low, and his cock was just above my nose. I started gently rubbing behind his cock head, then across the top with a couple of fingers, moving the slippery cock goo over the tip and crown.

"I'm getting close," he said. "Maybe I should cum in your mouth so I don't get it all over your clothes and the porch."

I love sucking cock. Especially when it is soft and small. I like to put in my mouth, and slowly suck it and feel it grow and grow. Feeling the head rub the top of my mouth. I was getting way horny.

Although I had been very sexually active before Jim and I met, we had been exclusive since we became a couple, now married for more than three years. I was just too busy with life, and Jim was always willing to satisfy me, the desire to play with others hadn't occurred to me. But now here I was pulling on a stranger's dick and thinking about putting it in my mouth. Sucking on it for as long as it takes.

With only a bit of hesitation, I leaned forward and put my lips on the tip of his cock as if I were kissing it. Just on the tip, so when he started cumming, it would squirt into my mouth. I continued to slowly pull my hand back and forth, stretching the skin and squeezing.

It was really dark. I couldn't see much. But he smelled good. And the taste of his cock juice was wonderful. I got lost in thought - Thinking how good it would be to have this cock running across the top of my mouth. Tickling the bottom with my tongue. Anticipating his cum in my mouth. - When I suddenly noticed I had his whole cock head in my mouth softly sucking and sucking. Very slowly I moved my head back so just the front of his cock was now being covered by my lips.

I was wet. This was way too erotic. I was losing control.

Slowly I pushed my head forward. Very slowly his cockhead moved between my lips. I stopped when the whole head was in my mouth. And I sucked it hard. And then rubbed the bottom with my tongue. Then slowly moved my head back to the beginning. I did this about a dozen times. Each time a bit more cock in my mouth. I had raised my chin a bit so the head was rubbing the top of my mouth and I could push harder with my tongue on the bottom, increasing the pressure on the skin behind my teeth.

Sucking hard and then ever so slowly pulling my head back. Letting his cock slip out of my mouth. Slipping slowly, slowly until just my lips were kissing the tip, teasing his cock hole with my tongue. And then doing it again.

I had moved my hands to John's hips, gripping him so he could not move much. I wanted control of sucking this cock. Again the head was rubbing across the top of my mouth. Must have had more than half of his cock in my mouth now.

Knowing he was going to soon cum in my mouth was way exciting. I love cum in my mouth. The taste is wonderful, and changes with what food has been eaten and for sure from person to person. I could feel my panties were completely soaked.

As I'm thinking this I did not notice that I had increased my motion a little faster and little more cock goes into my mouth each time. I don't like choking. I don't ever allow cocks to go that far. But here I was pushing it just to the limit and then pulling back and pushing to the limit and moving back. My head elevated so that the cock head would scrape across the top of my mouth: in and out, in and out.

I could feel John stiffening his muscles. He pushed a little bit forward, but since I was holding him with my hands he was not able to thrust much.

I knew it was going to happen soon. So I pulled back just so I had the head in my mouth and started sucking hard. Suck, suck, suck: until he let out a moan as the first wonderful squirt was in my mouth. And then again and again and again and again and again!

I try to not swallow until my mouth is way full. I love the feeling of cum in my mouth and around the cock still squirting and pulsating. After John's last squirt I swallowed. And swallowing meant more sucking and more licking which was very pleasurable for me and seemed so for him.

After a couple of minutes of this sucking and moving his cock around in my mouth he said, "I have to sit down."

I let go of his hips, his cock slipping out of my mouth and he turned and sat next to me, breathing very heavily. He said, "Thank you, thank you."

We sat quietly for a few minutes. Me enjoying the taste of cum in my mouth, thinking about what just happened, knowing that I was way turned-on, feeling my thighs and cheeks were wet.

Then John says, "Let me do the same to you."

Well!!! I wasn't going to argue with that!

I stood up pulling off my panties. I wrapped my skirt around my waist and tucked it into the waistband, and turned to face him, naked from the waist down. I leaned against the rail which was low enough that my knees bent a bit, spreading my legs. John scooched forward to sit on the edge of the bench. Because of the low seat his mouth was exactly where it was supposed to be. He put his hands on my thighs and moved them toward my hips while he leaned his head toward my pussy.

I could feel his warm breath on my dripping pus and wet thighs. I then felt his tongue slip between my lips and across my clit. I knew this would not take long. I pushed my hips a little toward him and his tongue went farther between my lips. He licked again and again. I couldn't believe what was happening! The wonderful taste of cum in my mouth and somebody licking my most favorite part of me.

He did not have the same grip as I had had. So I could push my cunt into his face. I couldn't stop myself from thrusting toward him. He kept licking. The way his face was turned up he was able to get his mouth over my puss lips. He was sucking my lips and pushing his tongue between my lips to rub my clit again and again.

His hands had moved around to my butt and he was pulling me toward him, burying his mouth and nose between my cunt lips, sucking directly on my clit. I was getting close very fast. All the muscles of my legs and butt started to tighten. I was now pulling his head between my legs. Rubbing my pussy onto his face, and I was coming and I was coming and I was coming.

He didn't stop licking or sucking. After at least eight waves my legs started to feel like jelly. I began to collapse. I moved my hands from his head to his shoulders to steady myself.

But my leaning on him made him start to fall back into the bench and his butt to slide off the seat. With him moving back I fell forward gripping his shoulders. John's reaction was to hold tight to my ass, pulling me with him as he fell backward. As I came forward I hit my shins on the front of the bench. This made my knees bend and my shins slide on the top of the bench. Then his movement was stopped by the back of the bench.

I continued falling, squashing his head between my breasts and the back of the bench. My knees then hit the seat back as well.

John was trying to not let his butt slide off the bench. His feet hit the porch rail and he started pushing against his slide. I had stopped falling forward and now started to sit backward. Because of the angle of John's hips, and the speed I was sitting,

HIS COCK WAS IN ME!! COMPLETELY!!!!

For the second time in less than two minutes I knew I was going to have a great orgasm. Only this time I had something to grip with my cunt. I spread my legs as wide as I could and pushed and squeezed and pushed and squeezed.

Meanwhile John was pushing with his feet still trying to hold himself from falling because of my weight and position. And this meant his cock was driven deep inside of me, and his pubic bone was grinding on my clit as I pushed down, still trying to stretch my legs wider.

I am sure John was as stunned and as excited as me because he started stroking in and out of my pussy. Faster and faster and faster. Unbelievable! It was glorious!

He shoved and shoved. And then pushed hard enough to lift his butt and me off the seat, groaning loudly, as he came in me, pushing and grinding and moaning for what seemed like forever.

I was hot! I was being fucked by a stranger on the porch at a party where I could be discovered at any moment.

I was FOCUSED!

I was CUMMING!

HARD!!!!

And then we collapsed with me leaning on the back of the seat, against him, with his face between my breasts, breathing deeply.

I did not want to move. I had a hard cock in my puss. The taste of cum in my mouth. A full afterglow starting. And a great memory of sucking, licking, and fucking.

I did NOT want to move. But I knew I had to get back to the party. Slowly I rolled off John. I found my panties and put them between my legs to catch his cum and pussy juice. And sat. And rested.

After a couple of minutes I stood, pulled down my skirt, and said, "Thank you John. I needed that."

Then I went inside to find my Jim.

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