The Australian Milf and the English Backpacker - the finale

The Australian Milf and the English Backpacker - the finale The Australian Milf and the English Backpacker - the finale

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

The final instalment ... do they? don't they?

Summary

The final instalment ... do they? don't they?

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Submitted: September 16, 2013

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Submitted: September 16, 2013

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The Backpacker :-

Pete lay in his bed, thinking about Morgan and how they had kissed and how she had placed his hands on her leather clad breasts. His hand moved down and slowly stroked his hard manhood, wishing secretly, hopefully, that it was Morgan touching him. Sighing he turned onto his side and tried to get to sleep, all the time thinking of what might have been.

Yet again he had blown it, he would never see Morgan again – it had just been a one night fling, and after all she was older than he was, but …….

It was that ‘but’ that Pete was thinking of, yes he’d noticed that she was wearing a wedding ring, first thing a guy looked for in a woman, but they had chatted so nicely, and there had been ‘that’ look in Morgan’s eye, almost like she was scared that she was enjoying the situation more than she should.

Pete began to doze, sadly knowing that he would never see Morgan again.

 

The MILF :-

Morgan lay next to her husband, he’d vaguely asked how the evening had gone. Not showing any real interest but just enough to show he ‘cared’… what a laugh, she’s checked the phone when she got in , for any messages from her friends, and found a number on it that she recognised … and it had called whilst she was out, now she knew he was fucking his secretary. Internally she was fuming, after all she had done for him, he was happy to just throw it all away for what… a younger model??? Then she smiled in the darkness, wasn’t she as bad? She had not only kissed a much younger man tonight, but enjoyed his company and…slut that she was …placed his hands on her … her choice …wow  - Morgan almost laughed out loud as she remembered the look on Pete’s face when she had placed his hands on her tits. Subconsciously, she mirrored the action, feeling her hard nipples, wishing that she hadn’t had to come home – was Pete thinking the same she wondered?

 

The Backpacker :-

Pete woke in the morning and decided to book the room for a few more days, Melbourne was a large city and he wanted to see as much of it as he could.

So saying he ventured out into the city and started to explore, and always at the back of his mind was Morgan. Why hadn’t he asked her for a phone number? But then again she was married …he was probably just another notch on her list of men she’d flirted with whilst out with friends -  she had probably gone home to her hubby and fucked him hard, telling him all about the stupid geeky Brit she’d teased in a bar.

Pete returned to his room and showered before deciding to go for a drink in the bar,  secretly hoping that Morgan would be there.

 

The MILF :-

 

Morgan fretted all day – should she tell her husband that she knew …or not? Should she just tell him to get out? But what about the kids?? Her mind burned with the questions running through it.

Finally Morgan came to a decision … telling her husband that it was his turn to look after the kids  she showered, put on the leather gear and went into the city …. Should she go to the same bar and hope to meet Pete or should she just find a bar, grab a man and let him fuck her hard? These questions kept running through her mind, causing her body to react to the urgency of her desire.

Morgan went into several bars  - sometimes drinking other times just sitting there, looking round, wondering why she was doing what she was, guilt began to creep into her mind …she was 41, married and yet here she was dressed like a whore in leather looking for someone to pleasure her.

The clock ticked by and finally at 2am Morgan could take no more. “Fuck it” Morgan said loudly to know one in particular. She stood up and left the bar and began heading to the bar from the night before, why was she looking for a guy to fuck her when she knew exactly where HE was? Catching a passing cab she crossed town to the bar, paying for her ride she turned and went to the door – which refused to open … the place was in darkness – fuck she was too late, the bar was shut for the night. As Morgan stood there … looking stupidly at the locked doors, a figure approached her. It was the barman from the previous night, stopping he asked if he could help. Nervously she asked if Pete was still staying there. The barman replied that he was, Morgan tentatively asked what room he was in and could the barman get  her inside? Smiling he told her “Room 5” and showed her the hotel entrance to the rear of the bar. Nervously she entered, and found Room 5 ……

 

The Backpacker :-

Pete had left the bar early, and decided to go to his room and watch some tv. Sitting there watching some awful comedy he heard some footsteps outside his room, followed by a nervous tapping at his door. Standing u he crossed the room, opened the door and stood back, mouth dropping open as he saw Morgan standing before him dressed as she had been last night. Stammering nervously he asked her into his room, nervously she entered. Looking round she found a chair, sitting down she put her head in her hands and began to cry.

Pulling up another seat Pete asked Morgan what was wrong. She turned and began to speak, telling him all about herself., her family, her kids, her cheating husband…..and finally how she had come looking for Pete… not sure what she wanted ..but ….hoping.

Pete listened and didn’t say a word. Silently he put his arms around Morgan and hugged her, whispering to her that all was ok. Morgan turned and apologised for just turning up and doing this to Pete. He assured her that this was no problem. Looking into her eyes he gently leaned forwards and kissed her. Morgan’s arms tightened around him, and she responded to his kiss. Their kiss was initially lip to lip  but slowly they both wanted more, tentatively their tongues began to move, touching, exploring until finally they were kissing hard. Standing up they parted and Pete looked at Morgan – shyly she looked back then nodded, “Please, I … want you” she said, “I have since I saw you last night”. Before Pete could reply her fingers were plucking at his shirt, roughly unfastening the buttons, pulling it from his waistband, before drawing it down his arms and depositing it on the floor. Her fingers returned to him, stroking his chest, noting his nipples hardening under her touch. Before they moved over his stomach and began to open his jeans. Pete stood there, stunned by the forwardness of Morgan, yet enjoying what was happening. Nervously he let Morgan lower his jeans and remove his boxers, leaving standing naked before her gaze. Pete wondered at which point he should tell her that he was a virgin and although he had ‘touched’ he had never gone any further.

Morgan looked at Pete’s naked body, from the thin patches of dark hair on his chest down to his erect penis, she gasped slightly as he was much bigger than her husband – while her husband was 6.5 inches Pete looked to be nearer 9 inched erect. Morgan felt her pussy suddenly get very wet. Gently she reached out and took Pete’s cock in her hand, giving it a squeeze she was pleased when she saw pre cm form at his tip, looking into Pete’s eyes she saw….fear??? Why she wondered, then Pete told her ….he was a virgin!!! Wow … Morgan smiled and said “That’s certainly going to change”.

The new Morgan took charge of the situation, gone was the shy, coy, nervous mother of three … she was reborn … she pushed Pete back onto the bed and stood before him. Her hands lifted her leather vest over her head, revealing her bare tits, her nipples already hard, standing proud – Pete gulped …and looking down guiltily he realised that his cock was running with pre cum, and that he was in danger of cumming without being touched. Next Morgan unzipped her leather skirt and stood before Pete in only her black thong. As Pete lowered his gaze from her tits her could see her pussy lips protruding around  her thong… guiltily Pete did no more than cum …his white sticky juice splashing his stomach – Morgan smiled and told him not to worry … it wouldn’t be wasted ..and she knelt before him and started to lick his stomach…once she had removed his cum she moved to his cock which had been pushing urgently in between her tits. She looked down then took him into her mouth. Sucking and licking him until he was dry whereupon she stood up and removed her thong, and took his face in her hands and pulled it to her pussy. Needing no second offer Pete began to lick and suck at Morgan’s wet lips. As Pete had done just moments before, Morgan felt that familiar feeling approaching quickly, and pulling Pete’s face hard against her she too came, her juices flowing over Pete’s face. Groaning her legs buckled and she joined Pete on the bed … “Fuck me” she said, “Fuck me now” so saying she rolled onto her back and spread her legs. Acting like the whore she wanted t be at that moment Morgan pulled Pete on top of her and wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock needed no guidance – at 9 inches it was already erect and pushing between the soft folds, easing into her Pete groaned … he was on new ground – despite being a virgin Pete let natural instinct take over. He pushed into Morgan, feeling his foreskin sliding back over his helmet. Pushing deeper, Pete began to fuck Morgan.

Holding each other tightly, their bodies entwined, they fucked like the world was about to end, until simultaneously they cried each others name  and succumbed to nature. As he felt his cock sending his seed deep into Morgan’s pussy Pete felt her tremble and her juices flowed around his cock. Kissing Morgan passionately he hugged her, whispering his thanks in her ear.

They stayed together all night, then Morgan said returned home … promising to return before Pete left town, for she had some plans for them that would leave Pete stunned, and very very happy.


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