He had about half of his cock inside me, slowly pushing in and sliding out, and then he pushed it in all the way. I could feel his balls rub against my pussy and the entire length of his shaft up my ass. It hurt a little, but also felt good. I was horny as everything and I started rubbing my clitoris while Liam kept slowly pushing in and out of my ass.
When he noticed I was rubbing myself he reached around and fingered my pussy. Now I had his cock up my ass and a finger in my pussy at the same time. I thought I just might come again. After a few months of no intimate contact, this was pretty intense.
He grabbed my hips and slowly pulled almost all the way out and went back all the way in, over and over again. He started going faster and faster, pumping his cock into my ass and I knew he was going to come soon. While I was rubbing my clit I also rubbed his balls when they slapped against my pussy.
“I want to feel you,” he said. He was having a hard time getting the words out.
I knew what he meant and I knew it wasn’t a great idea, but I told him to do it anyway.
“Do it,” I said. I was as lost in the moment as he was. “Let me feel you in my ass.”
He pulled his cock out, took off the condom, and pushed it back in my ass.
“Fuck my ass,” I told him. I’m not sure if I was commanding him or pleading. “Fuck my tight ass with your giant cock.”
I don’t normally talk like a longshoreman, but it was just one of those times. I might have said “cock me” at one point. It was almost like being drunk for a very short period of time.
After a few thrusts he came inside me.
He carefully pulled out and collapsed on the bed. I lay down next to him and we kissed. I didn’t come a third time, but two is still pretty good. He came hard — I could feel his goods oozing out of my ass for a few minutes afterward. It’s not the most comforting feeling.
I know that unprotected sex is a really bad idea, but I also know that Liam’s never had sex with anyone but me and he doesn’t do any needle drugs. We’re mostly pretty careful with condoms, but this was one of those heat of the moment situations. My main concern with unprotected sex is getting pregnant — and I’m pretty sure you can’t get pregnant up the butt.
We fell asleep naked in each other’s arms. He was out pretty quickly. I drifted off soon afterward. I don’t know which was more tired — his limp dick or my throbbing butt.
DAY 3
UBUD
The next day I woke up before Liam as always. I pulled the sheet off his naked body and he already had an erection. I decided I should wake him up every morning with a blowjob. It’s a great way to start the day and if I let him wake up on his own he would have slept until the afternoon.
He woke up while I was licking his cock.
“What are you doing?” he asked me. It would be hard to misunderstand what I was doing, but he still seemed pretty surprised.
I took his cock out of my mouth and said, “I can’t talk right now.”
I went back to licking him, but then stopped again.
“I have something big and hard in my mouth,” I continued.
Then I put something big and hard in my mouth.
“I want to come on your face,” he told me while I was sucking him.
I took it out of my mouth again and said, “I know that.”
I went back to sucking him before I took it out yet again.
“I always know that,” I told him. “It’s a given.”
“Less yapping, more fapping,” he said. He smiled as though he’d just come up with something clever.
“Do you know what fapping means?” I asked him. “Because this isn’t it.”
“You’re killing my hard-on,” he said, almost whining.
“That’s easy enough to fix,” I replied.
So I started jerking him off while licking the tip of his cock. He told me he was going to come so I jerked harder and faster. When I grabbed his balls, he shot his load straight up in the air. Some of it got on my face, but most of it landed on his stomach. I sucked the last squirt out of his cock and left him to get soft while I went to the bathroom.
I was brushing my teeth when he came into the bathroom to pee. It always used to bother me when he peed in front of me, but after living with him and then with Hiram, I’m getting used to it.
My best friend, Livia, and her boyfriend, Hiram, sort of moved into my apartment when Liam moved to China. Liam used to always come into the bathroom to pee when I was in there and then when Livia and Hiram moved in, Hiram would go in while Livia was in there. I guess it’s a guy thing. I always wait when someone’s in the bathroom. It just seems rude not to.
Since we had dinner in the restaurant the night before, we decided to have breakfast in our villa again. They did a pretty good job. They brought everything, made all the food and then cleaned up. The kitchen was always spotless when they left.
We had decided to eat breakfast in the restaurant once just to see what it was like, but getting Liam awake and dressed in time was too much work, so we just had them make us breakfast in our kitchen every day. The food was better in our villa anyway. I’m sure it was all the same food, but it felt more like eating at home than eating in a hotel — and I liked eating outdoors by our swimming pool.
We arranged to get massages after breakfast. The hotel has a spa where you can get a massage and whatever else they do there or you can have someone come to your villa and give you a massage. Next to the pool there was a little gazebo set up with two massage tables. I was curious about the spa and what else they had, but I agreed with Liam that it would be more comfortable in the villa. They brought all the oils and towels. We never ended up going to the spa so I have no idea what that’s like.
I wanted to get a massage with Liam because I wanted him to see what a real massage was supposed to be like. The last time he got a massage it didn’t go the way it should have. I also wanted to check out how they do it in Bali.
Liam got a massage in China after I told him he should get one to relax. I get regular foot and leg massages in Hong Kong since I’m a dancer, so he’s always hearing me talk about how good they are. The huge difference was that I get my massages at a legitimate spa and the girl who does it for me is a friend. Liam got his at a shady Chinese dump and the woman who did his was probably a prostitute. They didn’t have sex and he never even saw her naked, but she touched him inappropriately before he knew what was going on.
He told me all about it and I don’t believe he did anything wrong. He just went to the wrong type of place. He doesn’t know anything about what a real massage is supposed to be like and he can barely speak any Chinese. There were probably plenty of warning signs before she grabbed him, but he was clueless.
Getting a massage in our villa with me right next to him should ensure that nothing bad happens. The Indonesian massage ladies didn’t seem like the seedy types anyway.
They filled up our bathtub and put in some oils and flower petals.
“You take bath now,” one of the massage ladies told us. “Make you rest and comfortable.”
The way she pronounced “comfortable” was unusual and unlike anything I’ve ever heard. I’m used to it either having three or four syllables, depending on the speaker. Chinese people always seem to give it four syllables. She gave it five syllables and didn’t seem to realize that there’s a T in there.
Not that I’m complaining. She spoke my language a lot better than I can speak hers. I don’t know anything in her language. The massage ladies weren’t there for an English lesson anyway.
They wanted us to take a bath together while they set up the massage tables. That way we’re already loosened up and relaxed. It also gets us out of the way while they do whatever they have to do.
The bathtub was set between the bathroom and shower and away from the swimming pool and gazebo area. It was outdoors and it kind of wasn’t. Like the shower, it had privacy even with people at the gazebo. They were both outdoors in the same villa, but you couldn�
��t see one from the other.
When we got naked and sat down in the tub, Liam wanted to have sex.
“There are two strange women just around the corner,” I reminded him.
I’m sure that’s why he wanted to do it.
“We’re paying them by the hour,” I also reminded him. “The more time we screw around in the tub, the less time we get to spend getting a massage.”
I’m not sure that my argument was very persuasive, but Liam recognized that I wanted the massage.
After we were sufficiently soaked, we got into robes they gave us and went to the gazebo. They had us lie down on our tables and were careful to keep us covered with the robes while putting towels over our bodies.
It was funny because Liam would not have cared at all if they saw everything. He doesn’t mind if everyone sees him naked. What I don’t think he thinks about is that maybe everyone doesn’t want to see him naked. The massage ladies have to rub naked people for their jobs, but that doesn’t mean they want to look at every guy who gets on their table. I’m sure they’re not all movie star handsome.
The massage was good, but I like what I get in Hong Kong better. They kept asking if everything was ok, which I found distracting.
“Is ok, lady?” mine asked me.
Every time they moved onto another body part or changed the way they did something, they’d ask if it was ok.
“Is ok, mister?” Liam’s asked him.
I think that’s all she ever said. Mine could speak some English, but his only seemed to know what she needed to know to do her job.
There was too much talking for my tastes. I like a nice quiet massage.
This was the one thing on this trip where I preferred the Hong Kong version. I liked that the massage was outdoors though. In Hong Kong I’m always in a dark room with air conditioning and no windows. Here it was outdoors with a light natural breeze. The gazebo kept the sun out of our faces, but let in all the natural air. That was a nice touch.
I really liked that Liam got a massage without anyone touching his junk. Maybe he was disappointed, but at least now he knows what a real massage should be like. He can’t complain. He got lucky later on anyway.
“You want take bath now?” the massage lady who spoke English asked us when the massage was over.
“No, thanks,” I told her. “We just want to lie on the tables for a while.”
“Ok. No problem,” she said.
“Can you leave some massage oil?” I asked.
She seemed confused.
“We want some oil,” I tried to explain.
I wasn’t sure which part of it didn’t make any sense to her, so I didn’t know what to emphasize.
“For us,” I continued. “For later.”
“Ok, ok,” she seemed to understand what I was talking about now. “No problem.”
They packed up their stuff and left some of the massage oil behind. I was never convinced that she knew what I was talking about until I saw her put some oils aside.
We totally forgot to tip them, but we gave them a tip later before we left Bali.
After they left our villa I told Liam to go lock the door. While he rushed to the front door completely naked I got up and put some of that oil all over my body. When Liam walked back he saw me standing in the gazebo naked and all oiled up. That was enough to get him hard. I oiled him up all over and that was about as much as he could stand.
He bent me over one of the tables and pushed his cock against my ass. He wanted to put it in, but I told him we weren’t going to do that. Anal sex was most definitely not going to be a daily thing. We were both so oiled up he probably could have shoved it in there fairly easily, but I don’t do things just because I’m slippery enough. There always have to be other criteria.
I was still bent over the table and he was still standing behind me hard as a rock, so he put his cock in my pussy from behind. With all that oil it slid right in without any effort. It feels a lot different when you use a lubricant instead of your natural juices. It’s like splashing cold water on your face before you’re really awake.
He was so hard and slippery — he wanted to just pound away and come right away, but I told him to go get a condom. I don’t really know what kind of oil it was or how it would affect the condom, but it’s better to use one than not.
I can appreciate that no man wants to stop what he’s doing and go get a condom — especially when he’s already inside his woman — but I spent a long time teaching Liam that condoms are required for sex. He knows that he’s not getting anything without one. He might still try and sneak it in once in a while, but on some level he knows he’s just going to have to stop and suit up.
When he came back with the condom I wiped his oily cock off with a towel. I didn’t want the condom to slide off. As soon as his cock was dry I put the condom on and lay down on one of the tables. He got on top of the table and put himself inside me. His cock was dry — other than the condom — but our bodies were still oiled up and slippery. We slid around a little and it was clumsy, but it was also very good. He was very hard and our bodies were slipping and sliding up against each other.
He wanted to try other positions, but we couldn’t keep ourselves on the table very well. We almost fell off a couple of times. The table was big enough, but we were too slippery. We ended up with him on his back and me sitting on his lap.
It was really easy to slide my thighs around his hips and his cock seemed to do whatever I wanted. I put my feet on the table and bounced up and down on his cock. It slid in and out of my pussy so easily and I was pounding down against his body, forcing his cock as deep inside me as it could go. He grabbed my boobs to keep them from bouncing all over the place — and mostly because he just likes to grab my boobs. When he came he pushed his hips up and almost knocked me off the table.
I got off him and pulled off the condom, spilling a little on him. His seed mixed with the oil on his stomach and I played around with it for a little bit. It was weird the way the semen and oil mixed. He wanted to take a nap on the massage table, but I suggested he take a shower before all of the fluids dried on him. Who knows what kind of paste that mix would have made.
We took a shower together and washed each other off. It’s always better to take a shower together after sex than before because after sex he’ll actually wash me all over. If we do it before sex he just concentrates on my boobs.
After our massage and oily sex we called our new taxi guy and he took us to Ubud. We knew we were never going to see all the sites on Bali, but Ubud is the one place everyone told us we had to go. It’s got all the Bali culture, temples, rice paddies and the monkey forest. That’s the thing I wanted to see most. Monkeys are always a good time. I know we only scratched the surface, but we weren’t trying to understand everything there is to know about Bali’s history and culture. It was only a short vacation.
We went to the monkey forest because that’s the one place I really wanted to go. You don’t see a lot of monkeys in Minnesota — maybe a few in the zoo — and Hong Kong has no natural wildlife to speak of. Liam didn’t really care where we went. He was just happy to be out of China and not working. Plus he was sitting around doing nothing all day and getting sex — his two favorite hobbies. So our trip to Ubud was pretty much whatever I wanted to see.
The monkey forest has hundreds of monkeys all just roaming around free as a bird. There are no cages anywhere. This is their home.
“Do not feed monkey,” the guy at the entrance told us. “Are well fed and are not need snacks of visitors.”
“We didn’t bring any food,” Liam said.
“This very important.” The guy seemed pretty serious. “If feed one monkeys, soon many, many monkey.”
“We won’t,” I told him. “We promise.”
He didn’t seem to believe us, but we didn’t have any food with us anyway.
“Also careful of valuables,” the guy said. “Monkey sneaky. Are rob you blind if not careful.”
The guy at the entrance had a rudimentary grasp of English, but he knew the phrase “rob you blind”. I got the feeling that he had a lot of experience with monkeys stealing possessions from people.
We saw a family of foreigners — probably Canadians — give one of the smaller monkeys some food. It looked like a candy bar. I don’t know if monkeys like candy bars, but I know now that if you give it to one you’ll soon have a pack of monkeys looking for more.
Before we knew it there were dozens of monkeys swarmed around this family and they all wanted food. The monkeys grabbed at their backpacks and purses and one monkey even grabbed into the father’s pockets. They got more aggressive than I expected, but there was really nothing we could do to help.
The monkeys are sacred to the people of Bali and you’re told not to do anything that might hurt or scare them. The place is called the Sacred Monkey Forest. It’s actually called the Padangtegal Mandala Wisata Wanara Wana Sacred Monkey Forest Sanctuary. Not that I remember. I had to copy that from the ticket.
They warned us not to feed the monkeys. I’m sure they warned the Canadian family, too. No one got hurt and the monkeys ran away after they ripped open a backpack and got some food. They didn’t take anything else.
“Monkey love camera,” someone who worked there told us.
“They like to have their picture taken?” Liam asked.
“No, no picture,” he said. “Monkey love take camera.”
“Why?” I asked.
I couldn’t imagine a monkey doing much with a camera besides sniffing it and tossing it aside. It’s not like they can put their bad pictures up on Facebook. Do they take pictures — and if they do, are they any good?
“Monkey see human hold camera up on face,” he told us. “Monkey think camera must be food.”
Why else would you hold something up to your face? Monkeys are smart.
None of the monkeys ever tried to steal anything from us. We did what we were told and didn’t try to feed them anything or try to pet them. I think if you leave them alone they’ll leave you alone. They’re used to seeing people in their forest, so they’re not afraid of us at all. They also know which people are easier to rob.
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