Lena's Trilogy 01: Janina's Fantasy

In this publication, Janina brings give you her version of what she experienced.

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Lena's trilogy 01: Janina's fantasy

" You have to come to visit me in Bali," my best friend Lena requested just a week after she started her Indonesian yoga teacher course, "you will cherish being naked around here," she added, trying to cajole my exhibitionist side.

It was shortly after Christmas and the temperatures in Europe were quite low. Although I intended to go skiing, Lena, my traditional skiing partner, was far away. She had become my skiing partner since our days in boarding school in Lausanne and we had not missed a single season since then. This year, rather than spending winter holidays at one of our favourite renowned ski resorts like Verbier, Crans- Montana or Gstaad, I happily decided to join her for a spontaneous tropical vacation.

Travelling to Bali unplanned meant I had little time to prepare for the trip. I managed to cross-check on time with our family physician that my tetanus jab was still valid. He also confirmed that my Hepatitis B antibodies were sufficient. The only recommended vaccine that I lacked was the one against rabies. If I had to complete the vaccination, I would have needed 4 appointments spanning a period 4 weeks, so I decided otherwise. I skipped the anti-rabies vaccination, hoping to avoid all animals that crossed my path while on the island.

I booked a direct flight from Zurich to Kuala Lumpur, connecting from there to Bali after a 3 hour lay-over.

Lena was anxiously waiting outside the airport in Bali when I came out. The first thing that caught my attention was her appearance: her reddened face and her decently tanned décolleté. Even with highly protective sun cream, she had managed to have a grade one sun burn on her pretty face. She was dressed in a white linen shirt without bra, white yoga pants and a matching pair of white sneakers. She tugged her white-frame sunglasses into her neatly tied blonde pony-tail. She looked so hot without even trying.

Our embrace at the airport was long. Her body felt warm. She wore a decent sweet-sporty fragrance. I kissed her briefly on her soft lips, seizing the chance to grab and rub her athletic butt under the over-size linen shirt.

In the cab on our way to her hotel, she updated me on her yoga course, the beaches and the rice fields. Surprisingly, she had not yet fucked anyone even though she was now single. She nevertheless admitted that she induced much more self-satisfaction here than she did back home.

"So how many times do you scratch the itch baby?" I questioned curiously using our coded language that barred the taxi driver sitting in front from having a clue of what we were talking about.

"Well, 2 to 3 times a day," she responded with a grin, slightly embarrassed.

"Stabbing?" I probed further.

"Mostly rubbing," she answered raising her eye-brows. She must have been extremely turned on all this while here. My experience thought me that Lena needed multi-stimulation for her to get a release on her own. So, what made her get off so easily here? Was it the heat? The yoga lessons? Too many hot people here? A new fantasy that she liked? I knew I needed to find that out on my own without being a nuisance with endless questions.

When we got to the hotel, I realised it was more of a classy youth hostel than a hotel. The rooms were tiny but modern. The walls and floors were spotless. The shared bathroom was neat and smelled of fresh tropical flowers.

Later on, while we were getting ready to hit the road for the beach, we heard a knock on the door. Lena opened and let in 2 bikini-cladded girls. She introduced them as Isabelle and Evie, young tourists from Denmark. She had made acquaintance with them over the past couple of days.

Aged 20, they were 5 years younger than Lena and I. Physically however, the girls looked very much like us; petite frame with about 5'5" in height and 100 pounds in weight, blonde hair and belly-button piercings. Isabelle was slightly more athletic, while Evie stood out with a uniformly tanned spotless skin, attractive c-cup breasts and a perfectly round bum that begged to be rubbed. They did not care to hide their bodies behind any beach wears or towels which made me think they were very self-confident and maybe? to a certain extent, exhibitionists like me. As such, they immediately got my attention.

As we got ready, we chatted about the island, our home towns, gyms, work-outs, IG and guys. While Evie seemed to be into 2 blonde Australian guys living in our hostel, Isabelle on the other hand was keen on meeting guys who can dance. As I came to know, Isabelle had danced ballet and contemporary music all her life. Her trip to Bali was purposefully for content creation for her IG followership. Even as we got ready, she was absent-mindedly stretching her flexible petite body in skilful ballet poses, doing several splits in her thong bikini. Looking closely, I could figure out that she was neatly shaved and her puffy vulva strained out of the sides of her thong, oblivious to her. Lena also noticed this and was apparently excited with what she saw because she blushed, reddening her face even more.

The sun was already setting when we got to the beach, so we needed no shade. The Danish girls and I went topless while Lena simply untagged her bra while she lied on her belly. Before long, the 2 handsome Australian guys from our hostel came by. Both of them 20 years old. They had youthful faces with charming smiles. Their skins were well tanned and covered with oil. Their bodies were spectacularly muscular. One of them had a nipple piercing which made me curious since I harboured a fetish for piercings.

On Evie's invitation, they joined us to play wave racing. As we played in the warm Pacific ocean waters, they carried our petite bodies with ease, spinning us around and heaping us over. We laughed intensively but we collectively did not give into their secret wish of taking off our bikini bottoms under water, even though in the heat of the moment they fondled our naked breasts several times, arousing mostly Evie and I. Isabelle and Lena went with the flow, though the touches seemed to leave them unimpressed.

It was already dark by the time we got back to the hostel. We turned down the offer from the guys to hang out in their room for a drink and some weed. Lena's excuse being the 5 years age difference between us. The guys then proposed to take us around the rice fields the following day with 2 other friends of theirs who were homosexuals. When we got into our room, Lena's first idea was to help me get off, as she had noticed how aroused I was at the beach.

"Maybe not yet baby," I declined as I moved her hands gently away, "I have avoided any release from the day I booked the ticket to wait for the ultimate moment."

"And when shall that be?" she asked with a curious look. Certainly, she thought I had planned to date someone in Bali maybe through tinder or so.

"This is a holiday Island babe, one of the easiest places to get laid in the world," I answered with a wink adding, "I know I will be laid here. What I do not know is by whom, when and how."

Being my best friend, Lena certainly knew of my fantasy of getting fucked by multiple men at the same time. But until now, none of us had an idea of how to make my fantasy reality without much risk.

As we showered off, we teased each other while lathering the soap all over our bodies, further arousing but still depriving ourselves from releasing.

I fell asleep later that night holding Lena tight to me, asking myself dreamily what my short stay in Bali shall look like.

The next day we joined the Danish girls to get ready for the hike through the rice fields. Lena wore a tube top without bra and tight-fitting yoga shorts, which accentuated her sexy athletic figure. I went for an elastic mini-dress that barely reached my mid-thigh. Consciously, I put on my thong bikini underneath because depending on my stride, I knew the dress would inevitably ride up to my waist several times during the hike. The Danish girls opted for sky blue oversize linen shirts tied with a belt around the waist. I was unsure of what they had underneath. 2 American girls from the hostel joined us for the hike. As such we were 10 in total; 6 girls and 4 boys.

The hike started out on flat narrow paths obliging us to walk in a single file. The Australian guys took the lead while a gay couple tailed the file. Interestingly, when we started climbing the terraces, the straight guys requested that their gay friends lead the group while they went behind us. As we climbed, my dress rode up and I made little or no effort to bring it back to place. The boys had their phones out permanently taking videos and pictures of the "bonza scenery" as they put it, even though they were doing the hike for the 10th time as they claimed when we started out.

"We gotta aussie salute your round behind, in case these mosquitoes leave a bubble" they said with a grin, not sparing a chance to grab my naked bum in chase of fleas and mosquitoes that I neither felt nor saw.

Despite their outright intrusiveness, the touches caused my body to betray me, leaving me highly aroused as we walked on. At one point both of them held my bum so tight, that I thought they would silently fuck me there on the trail while the rest kept on walking unaware of what was happening behind them.

When we started descending, Evie joined me at the back to say that an older Danish couple they met on their flight had sent a message of invitation to an adult villa party in the rice fields. I answered that I will happily go with them, if my friend Lena agreed to go too. The Australians were anxious to attend too. When they noticed that Lena was the difficult nut to crack, they requested that we stop at a party hut that sells good Indonesian arak liquor and weed to 'veg out' as they put it.

After having several sips of the liquor, Evie announced the party invitation this time to the whole group, adding that the only 2 rules were: no conversations and no underwear. Lena and Isabelle seemed less keen, I guess because they were not sure if they would find their type of guys there.

"Ace! No ankle-biters, no daks just naked sheilas, liquor and weed, too right!" one of the Aussies replied gleefully in an attempt to spur us all.

Even after Isabelle agreed, Lena was still hesitant. I knew she found Isabelle hot and maybe she wanted a chance to fuck her but she was not sure how to go about it.

"You know if everyone is naked, Isabelle shall follow the flow too, right?" I reassured Lena, "and who knows, maybe you can kiss her while she is being fucked."

As one of the Aussies heard this, he confirmed to the hearing of all.

"Sheilas love a long sensual pash when they are being hit at the right places you know," he said with a wink as I let him rub and squeeze my naked bum again this time to the full view of the rest of the crew.

Lena watched me with surprise. I could see she was turned on that her best friend was suddenly acting like a slut just one day after arriving in a foreign country. Finally, obviously spurred by what she was seeing or the feelings she was developing, she shouted out a big yes for the party.

Respecting the dress code of the party, I covered myself in a see-through cloak without bra and no panties after a shower at the hostel. I was so turned on that I feared the slightest touch would make me release before experiencing my fantasy. When Lena approached and touched me, I felt bad turning her down again. But she understood.

The moment we got to the villa in a remote part of the rice fields, the hosts welcomed us in their perfectly tidy lounge. The hostess was a petite blonde Danish lady in her mid-fifties who had a body that looked 20 years younger. She would have easily passed for 30 if she were to dye her partially grey hair. Her husband had a handsome face with long grey hair. His muscles stood out of his slightly lagging skin. He had no traces to tan lines which gave him the aura of an early wealthy retiree.

Standing close beside me, the hostess gently felt the muscles of my back as she repeated the party rules to the guests. She insisted should sex happen, no one should feel forced and the practice must be safe except for persons they know from their lab. These can choose if they feel like wearing protection or not. In addition save for mumbles of sensation and basic utterances, conversations were not allowed around the pool.

I revealed to the hosts that my screening exams were done back home before I travelled and that I was attending the party just to watch anyway. They however offered a free quick test just in case. Her husband performed the test using a drop of blood from my finger tip while the others moved to the no-talk backside pool area.

After they read the results, the hosts led me to a wide garden lounge beside the pool. Sitting beside me, the hostess started out rubbing my neck with oriental lily oil, whispering relaxing words into my ears over and over as I closed my eyes loosely sinking in the soothing feeling. Gently, she worked her way down letting my cloak fall as a bundle around my waist. Her husband lying behind me, watched us keenly as he gently stroke his long rigid cock beneath his linen trousers. I let out an audible gasp as the hostess clipped both of my pierced nipples at the same time before she continued squeezing and pulling on my highly sensitive breasts. The sensation was so intense, I had to open my eyes to drift my head away from coming so soon. It was then that I saw Lena moving towards the hamam area alone. She still had her sheer white dress on.

The hostess gently pushed me onto the cushioned garden lounge and then she planted her lips on mine, while still rubbing the lily oil with a slow rhythm over my chest and belly, stopping from time to time on my nipples to give a soft pull. The big wave started to announce itself again. Again to play for time, I lifted my head up to seek distraction from what else was happening around us. Lena, Isabelle and the Australian guys were now out of sight. This caused a short moment of envy as I imagined 4 of them fucking their heads off, even though Isabelle and Lena were not into the Australians that much like Evie and I. The envy brought me down from the pending orgasm a bit.

I lifted my hip as the host pulled the cloak of me revealing my pierced wet cunt to his lustful eyes. He gently placed his mouth on my clit moving his tongue gently as if he were trying to find out the most sensitive spots, paying attention to every single detail on my labia as he worked his way. He consequently slid his tongue with several soft vertical strokes, before doing transversal circular movements starting from my pelvic symphysis, over the pierced clitoris to the glistening cunt opening.

Grabbing my bum on both sides he inserted his tongue as deep as he could sucking out the overflowing vaginal slime before using it with his saliva to lubricate the area down in to my ass cleft.

As he continued, I felt it strongly building again. Yet again, I preferred to delay the sensation. I opened my eyes one more time to see Lena now naked in the pool. I watched with craving as she lustfully kissed a handsome dark-skin tattooed guy with very impressive muscles and a hard penis that stuck out of the water between them. Lena was pulling his head down and clearly playing with his cock, obviously trying to insert it into her cunt. Seeing my best friend being so slutty was now driving me wild. I needed a cock inside my horny cunt as I continued watching them make out in the pool.

Noticing my interest and desire, the hostess supported me to turn over to my side to have a better view. Her husband was now behind me, rubbing and pulling on my nipple, belly and clit piercings with his right hand while he supported himself on his left elbow.

His wife, without announcing, gently fitted his throbbing erection into the entrance of my wet cunt. With one single move, he slid in deep into my well-lubricated hole causing me to scream out loud, instantly releasing a banging orgasm that almost made me lose consciousness. I came with repeated full body jerks, as wave after wave pushed itself out of my horny vagina. The convulsions seem to go on forever.

As the final heavy wave went out, I collapsed onto the lounge with the host's rigid member still deep inside me. He paused for a couple of seconds as the contractions subsided before he started fucking me with slow but deep strokes. I sluggishly open my eyes to look down, seeing his proud long erection slide in and out of my now extremely slimy and creamy hole. A white sheathe of cream had quickly collected itself at the base of his impressive penis, with the layers increasing with each fuck stroke.

Despite the sensations now hitting me all over, I looked over to Lena, who was now being quickly fingered under water. Had the guy cum into her cunt already? I must have missed that I thought to myself with regret.

The tattooed handsome subsequently carried Lena out of the pool towards the lounges on our side of the pool. For a moment, my heart stopped beating. It appeared to me as if he was bringing her to our lounge so that he could fuck both of us senseless in front of the hosts and other curious onlookers. As he walked past with the petite frame of my friend on his shoulder, I admired his heavy and attractive erection as it swayed from side to side with each step of his muscular legs. There was no way he could have come already and still keep such a hard erection, I thought to myself as the older man behind me started pumping faster into my cunt.

Just then, I caught sight of Isabelle who was furiously rubbing her clit as she watched Lena and then me. Evie too was also being fucked missionary on a lounge by one of the Australians while she sucked the cock of the other. I then started thinking of how hot I found the Aussies, how they had been grabbing my bare bum wantonly during the hike and how they were desperate to fuck me too, how jealous they would be if I let Lena's tattooed guy fuck me before them.

Then it started hitting me again, beginning this time with an itch around my clitoris forcing me to rigorously press my fingers on it as I convulsed again with a blowing and ear-shattering scream. This time instead of convulsions, my vagina let out waves of contractions as if it were trying to milk the penis pleasuring me. This must have been too much for the host for he briefly announced that he is coming before urgently emptying his full load into my horny cunt.

As the well spent cock of the host slipped out of my vagina, his wife wasted no time in licking out the dump her hubby had left in my slutty womb. She sucked hard, making slurping sounds, trying hard to swallow as much of the cream pie as she could get. She even inserted her index finger into my used fuck hole in an attempt to clean out the walls. Still determined to leave back no drop, her ass stuck out as she buried her head into my crotch, mining in to me for sperms with full determination.

Her position invited the Australians. I beckoned Evie to us too. When the Australians got to us, the first one wasted no time as he inserted his erect cock in to the cunt of the hostess.

"Oh yes, that is it! fuck the shit out of me," was all she whispered as she lifted her head off my crotch, closing her eyes to enjoy the sensation the cock was bringing to her matured vagina. I was not sure if she saw who was fucking her because she kept her eyes firmly closed all through and only let out short gasps of pleasure with each stroke she got from behind. Lying beside me, the other Aussie put his lips on mine kissing me passionately while Evie took his limp cock in to her mouth, kneeling between his legs.