I hadn’t been to Bali for years – I used to go there a lot. Initially as a backpacker traveler, and then for years and years, mostly for surfing. I always loved Bali – I never resented its ever changing face. There are many who think that Bali should stay stuck in a 1970’s time warp – where western travelers can still play at being “adventure travelers” among the happy smiling natives with their charmingly beautiful bare breasted daughters.

There’s still plenty of beautiful and charming Balinese (and Javanese) people, although most of the bare breasts belong to western travelers. What used to be a string of sl**py little fishing communities stretching north-west from Kuta is now wall to wall with groovy residences and cool bars and internationally rated restaurants.

So here I am, nearing the end of 14 hours of transit and two flights – it’s different, and so am I. I’m here on contract to sort out a real estate deal gone wrong, the client has put me up at some cheesy shiny place – it’s nice enough, but not my taste. At a nearby warung (local shop)I buy a local SIM card and ring my friend Micki – I known her for about 10 years, she’s lived in Bali for about 5 years, built a house, settled in for the long haul.

“So Andrew,” she says in her odd French German accent “you got here at last. Where are you now?”
It’s early evening, I hate arriving in places after sunset – I like to understand where I am and the encroaching darkness was swallowing the scenery minute by minute.
“I’m in a taxi headed to the hotel.” I’m desperately in need of relaxation, “Hopefully I will have time for a swim and massage before I attend the obligatory jolly dinner with the client.”
“I suppose that’s part of the deal – lots of food, lots of cognac, followed by karaoke and more cognac and a pretty young girl or two to sit on your lap.” Micki has been in Asia for about 15 years, she knows the habits of local businessman.
“I can give you a good reference for a massage.” She continued “Bali is full of very stylish massage spa places with happy endings”
“Great, that’s what I’m looking for – two hours of erotic bliss.”
Micki gave me names and addresses for a relaxing distress before heading off the dinner.
“By the way” I remembered before hanging up “how much should I pay the karaoke girl?”
“there a but expensive here in Bali, but you should be ok with $20 for the karaoke, if you take her to your room, an additional $50 for short time and $100 if she stays the night.”
“Thanks. See you tomorrow evening.” Those prices struck me as for local guys at a local karaoke joint , as a western foreigner I’d have to pay about double.

The next day my host wanted to play generous host some more – it was all part of the “softening up” process, hoping that if he bought me enough entertainment, then I’d be his friend and we’d do a discount deal. I told him that I was going to dinner with an old friend and he let me off the hook, although I had to side step the car and driver that was offered – I didn’t need him knowing too much about me.

I arrived at Micki’s house around 5 in the early evening. She had just finished building the house about 3 months before – as usual, the small plot of land was completely surrounded by a 12 foot high security wall topped with razor wire – burglary, especially of foreigners is a big problem. The gate was controlled by a remote video link and opened into a small lobby – Micki met me there.
“Andrew” she announced “how nice to see you again.” We kissed cheeks, three times – side to side to side. “you look terrific, how was your day?”
“the day has been OK, site visit and looking at their goofball plans for disaster, they just won’t let go of – usual story.”
“Come this way, we can have drink by the pool.” Micki turned and led the way – she looked great, tall and slim – she was wearing loose fitting pants, but the fabric showed her firm rounded buttocks to great advantage.
Without turning she asked “How was last night? Was the massage good?”
“Yes, thanks it was great. The girls are very skilled, much better than the rice farmers daughters back home.”
“And dinner?” she continued “That was OK. The food was fantastic, sort of Thai Bali fusion, very well done.”

“Did you get a take away girl?” this is the bit she really wanted to know,
“Yes, I can’t sing to save my life – you know that. I had a very sweet young thing who could sing perfectly well.” I wasn’t going to spill the whole story without Micki having to work for it.”
“And?” by now we were in the lounge room with the pool lapping up to the doors.
“And – she had a sweet little pre-pubescent body, cute little girl’s tits and she was such a nice fuck, I had to fuck her twice just to make sure I wasn’t dreaming the first time.”
“Haha - what would like to drink?” Micki was playing hostess
“Just a beer please – it suits me.” I took a cold bottle of Peroni “The best thing was, she went home after a short sl**p together. I hate having to deal with them in the morning – especially if I’ve got a client turning up for a breakfast meeting” I took a swig of beer while stealing a better look at Micki’s body. I was busy thinking to myself “nice tits – I love that satin singlet, it reveals the way her breasts move – when Micki leant forward to take some nuts from a dish on the low table – the singlet swung away from her body to reveal her set of 34D’s – perfect shape and soft pink nipples. She stayed bent forward, fiddling with the nuts – without warning, she stood up and with a smirking smile, looked me straight in the eyes.
“Nice.” I said almost to myself.
Micki nodded her head as acknowledgement, and reclined onto the white leather couch.
“Sit down here with me - we can relax and watch the evening approach”
I sat down, Micki leant her body against me, I put my arm around her shoulders, my hand ended up cupped over her left breast, she pushed herself ever so slightly into my touch.

We sat back and chatted together, sipping our drinks – I fondled her breast, she stroked my swelling cock . Looking around I complimented her on her new house – she had previously sent me photo’s so I didn’t need the dime tour – I didn’t want to break the moment.

Just as I was finishing my beer the buzzer rang – someone was at the gate.
“Ah, that will be my friend Ketut.” Micki let go of my cock and stood up.
“How about you make us another round of drinks, and I’ll go get Ketut.”

Bummer – I thought to myself, just when I thought I was getting comfy, the boyfriend turns up. I opened another Peroni for myself and mixed a Bombay Sapphire and tonic for Micki, put the drinks on the low table a walked to edge of the lounge room, which was also the edge of the pool. The pool took up most of the courtyard – bound on three sides by parts of the house – lounge/dining pavilion, bedroom pavilion and study pavilion. Directly in front, at the other end of the pool was some species of flowering tropical tree. The whole scene was illuminated by hidden soft lighting – it was a very relaxing and private place.

Ketut was a lot younger than I expected. In emails, Micki had said she had had a few lovers over the past 5 years usually a bit older than her, she was 42 now. Ketut was a very handsome boy or young man - whatever. Micki explained that he was still at high school and wanted to study landscape design at a local university and she thought that he might be interested to meet me.
“Ketut, get yourself a drink will you darling?” Micki said, and sat next to me again.

Now I was feeling a bit more optimistic about my chances of getting a fuck – have a chat to the k**, say bye bye, and get naked with Micki and fuck her and have dinner – seemed like a good plan – and fuck her again after dinner.

Ketut came across with an orange juice. He was dressed almost the same as Micki except rather than a singlet her was wearing an open white cotton shirt. His black cotton pants didn’t disguise an impressively big cock – half fat - swinging side to side as he walked towards the couch. He sat opposite us.

Micki resumed her previous position lounging back into my body – with her hand casually d****d across my leg and resting on my cock. The three of us chatted about Bali – played, “do you know?” (this person or that). From time to time Micki would stroke or grip my cock to keep it hard and big – Ketut similarly was adjusting and moving and stroking his cock. There was a small but expanding wet patch showing through the light cotton fabric of his pants.

Even though it was only about 6pm, night had settled over us. The evening was off to a good start, Micki had created a serene and relaxing place, soft lighting and gentle Balinese music. We chatted about design, Ketut was doing some part-time work at a large landscape design practice and seemed well informed. We another round of drinks – and another.

After a short lull in the conversation Ketut stood up, and as he untied the chord at the front of his pants said,
“I’m going for swim.” And looking directly to me, “Do you want to join me?”
Micki answered before me “That’s a good idea. You two go for swim and I’ll get some makan kecil (small food).”
Ketut let his pants slip to the floor and laid his shirt on the couch.

It was no surprise to see his magnificent cock – not really erect, but certainly well aroused. I love to see a young man (or boy) with an impressive penis. He was circumcised (as is customary in Bali), the head of his penis was so beautifully well defined at the end of long thick shaft. His young balls filled his scrotum like a couple of ping pong balls, he was waxed smooth – another (modern) customary Balinese thing these days. Ketut noticed that I was smiling, he smiled back – and walked to the edge of the pool and quietly slipped into the water.

By now I was naked – I am happy and confident about my own cock – it’s usually well appreciate by users, male and female alike.

I stood at the edge of pool watching Ketut slowly swimming away, he rolled over onto his back, his cock breaking the surface of the water – by now my cock was more or less fully erect, I wiped the pre-cum from the eye of my penis and looking into Ketut’s eyes, I sucked the clear liquid from my finger – we smiled, I got into the water and swam to where Ketut was lounging in the dark, at the other end of the pool. There was a shallow wide ledge to sit on, as I drifted into place Ketut reached across and slipping his hand between my legs, massaged my balls. I crossed one leg over his to lock us close together and relaxed back to his exploring hands.

Looking back down the pool Micki had placed half a dozen small plates of food on the table and various dipping sauces, and was just then, bending over as she stepped out of her pants. She stayed bent forward with her legs apart, folding her clothes onto a stack on the couch, her pussy smiling to us. She stood at the end of the short pool, naked and as smoothly waxed as her toy boy. As Ketut masturbated me under the water, it was nice to lay back and enjoy the sight of Micki’s naked body, she was firm and athletic with such great tits – I’m not really a “tits” kinda guy, I don’t like big tits, but her firm 34C’s, with soft pink nipples perched on the upper side of her breasts – were a great sight to behold.

By now I had a good grip of Ketut’s fat 8 inch cock. He was as hard as wood, it was like masturbating a baseball bat. Micki swam up to us but didn’t come up onto the sitting ledge, “You two boys seems to be have found something to enjoy together.” she giggled, then floating on her back she looked to me, “It’s so nice that you enjoy a young man’s body.” I slightly nodded in reply “being bi-sexual is so much more enjoyable.”

With that Micki rolled over and swam slowly back down the pool. Her firm buttocks just breaking through the surface of the water – perfect shiny orbs. Ketut and I enjoyed watching Micki’s nakedness as we masturbated each other – I was dying to suck him – get that fat smooth penis into my mouth, but I would have drowned, the water wasn’t that shallow.

Micki swam back and pulled us both into the pool – the three of us lolled around in the water enjoying the feeling of wet flesh brushing against each other. The pool was about 5 1/2 feet deep in the middle and about 4 feet deep at each end. Micki lay half in half out of the pool at the lounge room end of the pool, Ketut walked up the her, spread her legs wider apart and plunged his young cock into Micki’s hungry pussy and started to fuck her. I started by sitting and watching and masturbating until Micki signaled that I should sitting closer to her so she could suck me.

Micki said to no one in particular “Ah….I love sucking cock while I’m being fucked.” to emphasize her pleasure Micki let out a little whimper as Ketut filled her vagina again. We fucked like this for a while and finally Micki said she wanted to change. We disengaged, wiped the water off herself with a light sarong and sat back onto the lounge – her legs wide apart – although we had been friends for several years, we hadn’t had sex together, she had enjoyed watching me fucking her best friend several times, but I hadn’t actually fucked her.

“Darling, why don’t you suck Ketut’s cock – it’s so big isn’t it?”
“oh yeah.” I agreed “that is one beautiful big penis.” With that I sat on the edge of the couch and the boy fed me his big man’s cock. In my mouth it was bigger than I thought.
Micki stopped masturbating and came over and stood next to Ketut and started to caresses his body and massaging his firm young balls. She didn’t have to say anything – she wanted him to cum in my mouth.
To start with I could taste Micki’s vagina on the boy’s cock, now I had sucked that off. I could suck him full time and needed little breaks to rest my aching jaw – that was one hellava big cock to be sucking.

With Micki’s stimulation and my sucking Ketut came on soon enough. I could see the lost expression in his face and feel him pumping his cock more firmly, Micki noticed too,
“Oh my darling boy – just let it cum.” She bit his nipple and I could feel her hand holding his balls more than massaging them.

It was great – his orgasm came quickly and strongly. His sperm shot from eye of his penis like a hose pipe. Maybe there were three spurts, maybe there were more – maybe it was just one long stream of semen – who knows – I sure don’t remember. I wrapped my hands around his buttocks and pulled his cock deeper into my mouth. I had intended to share his sperm with Micki, but holding his cock so far down my throat I swallowed most of it.

I moved back and let his cock, still big and hard, slide out of my mouth – Micki greedily took over my place and massaged the last globs of semen into her own mouth, and then I watched s her head bobbed up and down sucking the boy again – just for fun.

I walked over the bar and poured myself a whisky and came and sat back on the couch and masturbated while Micki finished off Ketut.
She say next to me, “Well darling” she smirked “wasn’t that fun?” “oh yeah” I replied as I took another sip of whisky, “And you handled all that semen so well. Have you been practicing?” “haha” I said, “No I haven’t sucked a cock for ages, I was just trying to not drown.”
As I spoke Micki took over masturbating me and sucked my head a little.
I whispered into her ear “Your turn Micki – I’ve got load of semen just for you.”
“Oh goodie.” She said in a mock little girls voice. “how do you want to do me?”
Before I could answer Micki jumped in “I know, why don’t you boys fuck me at both ends, you fuck my cunt while lover boy here, fucks my mouth?” I thought to myself, she must like that combination – just like in the pool.
The boy’s cock subsided for a few minutes and then once Micki’s mouth was wrapped around it he seemed to roar back into full size.

This was performance sex – no time wasting – Micki wanted to be fucked, I wanted to fill her warm slipper vagina with my semen. Micki stood, bent forward holding Ketut’s cock with two hands while she sucked him, while stood behind her, banging her from behind. I fucked her hard and fast, it felt great – no holding back, just pure self indulgence. My orgasm ripped through my body and flowed into Micki’s cunt. I kept pumping her until she was sloppy with my semen mixed with her juices, leaking from her vagina and dripping onto the floor in long slimy blobs.

I pulled my cock out of her body and we collapsed onto the couch into a heap of naked bodies, sweaty and sticky from semen – happy and relaxed from great sex between friends.

Ketut was the first to move and break the blissful spell, it was approaching 8pm,
“I’ve got to go” he announced as he headed off for a rinse under the poolside shower, “my girlfriend is picking my up about now, to take me to work.”
Nothing surprises me these days,
“where do you work?” I asked as Micki and I watched him he rubbing his young body with his hands – his cock had settled now – probably 6 inches slack.
“I’m a waiter at a restaurant in Denpasar” and then as her toweled off “Micki you should bring him there, it is a very good restaurant.”

After he left, Micki and I lounge around naked together – enjoying the peace and quiet,
“That’s was fun.” she said
“That’s for sure.” I replied “He’s a pretty young boy, where did you find him.”
“He was one of the landscape gardeners working on the house. He seemed pleasant and handsome so I invited him back one day to fuck him and found that he’s hung like a horse.”
“Yeah, hung like a horse and cums like a fire hose.” we laughed and slipped into the pool for another swim before dinner.