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It was exquisite. She licked me as she stroked me. Slowly building me to a massive climax. The closer I got, the slower she caressed and licked me. It was amazing, she held me so close to the peak for so long, telling me how much she wanted to taste my cum. When I finally crashed over into orgasm, she groaned her triumph and took me fully into her mouth holding my cock tightly as I fucked my hips up into her fist. I came and came, gasping and groaning in a turbulent orgasm as she continued to stroke and suck on me, never spilling a drop.

When I was completely spent, she let me slip from her mouth then leaned over me and kissed me deeply, her tongue thrusting deep into my mouth, caressing mine, leaving a trail of my own cum over my lips and in my mouth. She was passionate and forceful in a way I had never experienced. The whole thing was amazingly sexy.

All too soon she lifted off me. "Mmmmm, I'm going to be looking forward to more of you. I'll be back around 4, make yourself at home." And with that she left!

I spent the day lazing around in their home. Taking in the new surroundings that my travels had brought me to. I was taking my gap year to travel the world and I was about as far away from home as I could get and be on the same globe. I was due to be here for a month before the next leg of my round the world ticket. At eighteen I was no virgin but I had only had a couple of girlfriends and only one who I had sex with. This morning had been the pinnacle of my sexual experience by far.

I roamed their spacious house, intrigued by the variety of stuff they owned. It was an old wooden house full of life and history. Shelves and book cases full of trinkets and books from all over the world. It had a real hippie feel to it, it was comfortable and lived in and I was fascinated. I put music on, playing it loud so I could hear it wherever I went in the house or the large verandas around it.

They had a large rambling country garden full of all kinds of interest. It was a warm sunny day and I lazed about exploring. The nearest neighbour must have been miles away - no houses in sight at least.