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This is the third and final installment of this series. It can be read in conjunction with the previous two episodes or can be enjoyed as a stand-alone story.
Once again it involves the two main characters from before but adds another. This time it is written from the perspective of this new person.
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I had found a space to park the car near David’s and looked around for his car. I could not see it but parking around here was pretty poor and it could be in a side street. It would be typical if he was out. I had something very important to tell him and I did not feel it was right to tell him via text or email. I needed to do this face to face.
Walking along the path I pulled my coat around me to shield from the biting November wind. David hated this type of coat. Long, feux fur. He would take one look and tell me that I was all fur coat and no knickers. Back in the day this might have been true but these days I was a little more reserved.
I was about to press the buzzer when someone came out of the block and held the door open for me. I nodded my thanks and smiled. I knew he had bought this flat when we had spilt up and it was the address on our divorce papers. He had not mentioned that he had moved so I hoped that he would be home.
Climbing the stairs I began to feel apprehensive. I had not seen David in about two years. We did keep in contact from time to time at first to deal with different things post divorce but these days it was rare that we had any contact. I had heard through the grapevine that he was living with someone though. This might be awkward.
Standing at the front door I paused and took a deep breath. I pressed the doorbell. It was early on a Sunday morning but in all the years of marriage I had never known him to stay in bed longer than 8am. His shop was open six days a week and he was usually to be found there. True, I could have gone to the shop during the week but I did not want to be discussing things in public.
There was a click from behind the door and it opened slowly. I do not think that my jaw literally dropped but I did feel it. Stood in the doorway was a girl. A young girl, probably around 20. Her long dark hair was unkempt, as if she had just got out of bed. She was wearing an oversized t-shirt with some kind of comic character on it. David and his comics. I could never understand why a middle aged man would still be into kids stuff. I knew he was living with someone but he is in his fifties and she cannot be much more than twenty. I shuddered.
“Hi, can I help you?” She said.
“Err, yes, I’m looking for David.”
“Sorry, he’s at the shop at the moment.”
“It’s Sunday.”
“The police station called to say someone had tried to break in.”
I genuinely felt sorry for David. He was one of life’s nice guys and did not deserve the hassle he sometimes got. The girl however looked vaguely familiar and I was trying to work out where I had seen her before.
“Are you David’s girlfriend?” I asked her.
“Yeah, kind of.”
I am with someone ten years younger than me but she must be thirty years younger. I was flummoxed. Then the penny dropped.
“Have you got a brother?”
The girl froze.
“No, why?”
“It’s just you look like the young lad who used to work for David a couple of years ago. I only met him a couple of times but he was very striking.”
“Are you Maggie?”
“Yes, and you are.”
“Becky, my name is Becky.”
She seemed to say her name twice to reinforce the issue. I do not know who she was trying to convince, me or herself. I focused on her eyes and tried to picture the young man who had worked for David. They were one and the same, I was sure of it. What the hell is going on. I tried to drag a name from the back of my memory. John? No. James? No. Jack? No. Aha.
“Jake?”
The girl looked uncomfortable. I had obviously struck a chord.
“I’ve not heard that name in nearly two years.” She replied.
“You’re Jake?”
The girl shuffled as if a great lie had been revealed and looked down. She sighed.
“I used to be.”
“Can I come in?” I said, “We need to talk and I don’t fancy doing it out here.”
“I suppose you had better.”
She held the door open for me and stood to one side. I walked into the hall and looked around. Very typical David I thought. Very minimalistic. Prints of comic book covers hung on the wall. There was a small table with a bowl that had a single set of keys in it. The small pink pom-pom and female comic character gave the game away that these keys belonged to this strange girl.
“Follow me.” She said.
The door swung closed behind me and I followed her into the kitchen. She hovered nervously and so I took my coat off beylikdüzü escort and hung it on the back of one of the kitchen table chairs and then sat down.
“Do you want a coffee?” She asked.
“Sure, it’s a bit early for anything stronger. Especially at this time of the morning.”
She busied herself with the coffee pot and poured out two mugs of coffee.
“How do you have it?”
“Black no sugar.”
“Oh, me too.” She said absentmindedly.
She placed the mugs on the table and sat down in another chair. She still look uncomfortable.
“Look.” I said, “Don’t worry. I’m not going to judge you or David or your relationship.”
“So what do you want to know?”
“Well I suppose my burning question is this. Is David gay?”
Becky looked a little hurt by this question. I could sense that I had upset her.
“Sorry.” I said, “That was a bit of an unkind question.”
“David isn’t gay. I am a girl who happens to have a penis.”
I admired the way she handled the question and I felt that she had put me in my place. I actually felt quite sorry for her. She sipped her coffee and I picked up my mug and drank some of mine.
“So what did you want with David then?” She asked putting her mug down.
“I needed to talk to him about the financial arrangements. I’m getting married again soon and according to the court he can stop paying me then.”
“Oh I see.”
“Nothing more than that. I’ve not seen him in a couple of years and barely had any communication with him for over a year.”
“Well he text me about ten minutes before you turned up. He is just waiting for the glazier to finish up and then he will be home.”
She actually seemed quite a nice girl. A girl with a cock though and I could not get this image out of my mind.
“Can I ask you a question?” I said, “You don’t have to answer or you can kick me out if you want.”
“No, you can ask whatever you like. I have nothing to hide.”
“I am fascinated by how your body might look. I was wondering if you would let me see.”
Becky smiled. She had a really warm and affectionate smile.
“I don’t mind at all. I like how my body has changed.”
She stood up and pulled her t-shirt off over her head and stood there. I was amazed. She was very slender. The bitch. She had a cute pair of tits, a flat stomach with a gorgeous little navel piercing. A thin line of pubic hair led down to the tiniest penis I have ever seen. She then turned around. She wiggled her cute little arse and I noticed a small tattoo on her shoulder of a heart and the word ‘Daddy’ underneath.
Becky turned back to face me. She obviously was not phased by being naked in front of me. I could not take my eyes off of her tiny cock. I felt my pussy moisten.
“So are you going to get undressed too then?” She asked, “Only fair.”
“Seriously?”
“Well I’m naked. It’s only fair.”
“I don’t know. I don’t have such a good body as you do.” I protested, “Besides, David will be back soon won’t he?”
“What does it matter? He has seen you naked before. Anyway, he said that he would text me when he was leaving the shop.”
I was flabbergasted but my pussy was getting very wet and my nipples were hardening. I stood up and with a deep breath, lifted my sweater off over my head. Becky stood smiling. She obviously liked what she saw so far. Maybe when I take my bra off she would change her mind. I could not believe that I was doing this.
“Take your trousers off next.” She said.
I kicked my shoes off and reached round to the side and undid the button. I kicked off my shoes and lowered the zip. With a tug I pulled my trousers over my copious backside and let them fall to the floor. I stepped out of them and kicked them to one side. There I stood in a huge white bra and totally unmatched but ultimately comfortable black briefs.
“Your boobs are massive.” She said enviously.
“40E I said.” Reaching around to undo my bra.
“Amazing.”
I had dropped my bra next to my trousers and my large breasts sagged. My little pink nipples were hard and poked in her general direction.
“I would love to have big tits.” She said and ran her hands over her cute little ones.
Typical I thought, all women want what they do not have. In fact, I would not mind a cock to play with like she has. Oh my God, what am I thinking?
“And the rest.” She said with a naughty look on her face.
I still could not believe what I was doing as I slipped my fingers into the waistband of my briefs. Down they went, further and further until they slithered down my legs and hit the floor. Becky looked me up and down and I could see her little cock stiffen. I was not sure how to take bolu escort this show of approval.
“Your pussy is completely shaven.” She said, “Open your legs so that I can see better.”
I opened my legs and felt my pussy lips part. It felt wet and tingled. I sat back down on the chair and opened my legs wide. Becky stepped forward and crouched in front of me. Her face was no more than six inches from my gaping pussy. She licked her lips.
“May I?” She said looking up to me.
I nodded. Words were temporarily unavailable to me for some reason. She leaned forward and started to gently kiss my pussy lips. It felt fantastic. Becky then poked her tongue out and started to lick. At first in long, deliberate strokes and then more focused in swirling motions. She seemed very proficient at what she was doing and I could feel myself get wetter and wetter.
I reached down and started to play with her hair. She continued to work on my pussy and then pushed her tongue inside. I thought that I was going to cum there an then but I held my breath for a moment and the feelings subsided for a while. It was only when she started to thrust her tongue in and out that I could not hold back any more. My whole body shook and I tipped my head back and closed my eyes and moaned as the orgasm tore through me.
“Are you ok?” She asked.
I looked down at her pretty little face as she smiled back at me. Her eyes wide and innocent. My juices smeared across her mouth and nose.
“Yes, that was amazing. Please don’t stop.”
With a smile Becky buried her face between my legs again and started to work her tongue around my clit. Ten minutes ago I had nervously entered my ex-husband’s flat, meet his new girlfriend for the very first time and here I now was, stark naked and receiving some of the best oral sex that I have ever had in my life. David I remembered was good, Derek, my husband to be tries hard but Becky was so good and brought me more pleasure than I had ever expected. I had never had sex with another woman, even another woman who happened to have a penis.
It was not too much longer before a second, even more powerful orgasm raced through my body and I squirted. Becky jumped at first and then licked furiously so as to gather as much of my juices as she could.
“Oh please stop. I don’t think I can take much more.”
“I’m sorry.” Becky replied, “Am I not doing it right?”
“Darling, you are doing fantastic. I just don’t think I can take another orgasm like that.”
She pulled away and wiped a drop of my juice from her nose. I leaned forward and kissed her. I could taste myself on her lips and licked around her mouth for some more.
“I’ve never done that before.” She said.
“What never?” I asked in surprise.
“No. I’ve never even seen a real pussy in my life. Only in pictures.”
“I can barely believe it. You obviously knew what to do.”
“Well, might be a girl with a difference but I am a girl.”
I looked at her and smiled.
“You are one amazing individual. I cannot imagine what you have been through in your life.”
“Thank you. David did tell me that you are very kind. He gets it, I just didn’t expect other people to be so understanding. I’ve had to tolerate a lot of prejudice.”
I hugged her close to my chest, her face buried between my breasts. I was not particularly surprised as what she had said about David. We married young and drifted apart. Even now there was no animosity, but I did wonder how he would react to what had just happened. Well, I told myself, she instigated it. Becky started to snuggle into my boobs and found a nipple that she began to suck upon.
“Can I suck your cock?” I asked her.
“I refer to it as my clit actually, but yes, you may.”
Becky stood up, walked over to the chair she had been sitting on and sat down. I squatted in front of her and took her tiny penis into my mouth. I was never able to get David’s considerable penis in my mouth so this felt strange. It was very hard and I sucked and licked and swirled my tongue around the tip.
“Oh mummy.” She whispered.
I was a little unsure as to why she said that but I was not going to question it now. She had given me two amazing orgasms and so it was only right that I responded in kind. I sucked harder and put my hands around her, partly to steady myself and partly to allow me to fondle her cute little arse. It then started to cross my mind that I really wanted her to fuck me. Would she even be able to? My pussy throbbed in anticipation.
I kept sucking until I felt Becky start to tense up. With a very girly squeal she started to cum in my mouth. I swallowed and then continued to lick and suck until there was nothing left to have. I looked up at bursa escort her.
“I really need you to fuck me.” I said, “Is that even possible?”
Becky smiled and nodded. She stroked my face and kissed me.
“It is.” She said between kisses, “I just need to fetch something.”
She stood up and walked out of the kitchen. I sat back on my chair and finished drinking my coffee. I put my mug down and then slipped a couple of fingers into my dripping wet pussy. Becky returned moments later and on seeing what I was doing stopped and watched smiling. My fingers worked harder and I slid two more fingers inside. Faster and faster my fingers went, plunging into my pussy until I could feel my orgasm swelling inside me. I pushed my fingers deep inside and used my thumb to massage my clit. It was a noisy orgasm and very wet as I squirted again. Becky threw herself between my legs and started to lick my pussy and fingers.
Shortly after, Becky stood up and I then noticed what it was that she had gone to fetch. She was wearing a strap-on dildo. It wasn’t huge, but it would certainly do the trick. I examined it with my fingers and discovered that there was obviously a hollow section into which she could insert her penis, sorry clit whilst she wore it.
“Sit on the table Mum.” She said.
“Mum?” I said questioningly, though still complying with her request.
“I lived in care for most of my life. I call David Daddy most of the time so it only seemed right that I call you Mummy.”
I sat on the kitchen table and opened my legs. Becky got between then and pushed the tip of the strap-on against my pussy lips. I looked down and saw that my pussy was making it moist and slippery.
“Fuck me Becky.” I begged, “Fuck Mummy’s big fat cunt until I scream.”
She pushed inside me. Becky then held me close and stayed like that for a few moments and then started to thrust in and out. My pussy squelched as she fucked me. I was so wet. I could feel it trickling out and between the crack of my arse.
“That’s it baby.” I encouraged her, “Fuck me, fuck my hot juicy cunt.”
Becky grabbed my tits and mauled them as she fucked me. She pulled roughly on my nipples and made me whimper in painful pleasure.
“Oh God Becky, I’m going to cum.”
I could feel myself tense up again and then it happened. A massive orgasm tore through me in crippling wave after crippling wave. I gave out a loud cry and sat shuddering on the kitchen table. Becky pulled out and unclipped the strap-on and let it fall to the floor. She then moved so that the tip of her clit just entered me. Two or three thrusts and I could feel her cum jet into me. We kissed.
We had been cuddling each other for a few minutes when Becky’s phone bleeped. She walked over to it and read the message.
“Dad is locking the shop up and will be home soon.”
“How long?”
“Ten minutes.”
“Shit.”
I climbed off the table as Becky grabbed her t-shirt and went to get dressed. I started to retrieve my clothes from the kitchen floor and put them on. Minutes later Becky came back into the room wearing some grey jogging bottoms and another t-shirt. She had tied her hair back into a ponytail. Even simply dressed like this she looked gorgeous. I could tell why David fancied her. She had brought in a hair brush and some gel spray.
“Thought you might need these?” She said holding them up.
“Thanks.” I replied patting my hair.
Becky gave me a mirror from a nearby drawer and as I sorted my hair out and reapplied some makeup she sorted out the coffee pot and set it to make some fresh. Once this was on she disappeared again.
I checked myself again in the mirror and tucked it back into the drawer Becky had got it from.
“He is just walking down the street.” Becky announced as she came back into the kitchen.
She got out three mugs and started to pour coffee into them. I sat on the kitchen chair as I had done about half an hour ago and sighed a self satisfied sigh. Not only had I met my ex-husband’s new girlfriend, I had discovered her little secret and had sex with her. I was not sure how the next few minutes were going to go. I would just have to wait and see. Becky brought our mugs over and sat down just as the front door opened.
“Becky, I’m home.” I heard David call out.
“In the kitchen Dad.” Becky called out, “We have a visitor.”
“Oh really?”
I heard David drop his keys into the bowl on the table in the hall. He walked into the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks.
“Maggie? Wow, this is unexpected.”
“Hello David, sorry to drop in on you like this but I needed to talk to you about our financial arrangements.”
“Have you been here long?” He asked and cast a glance at Becky.
“Not long.” I said, “Becky and I have just been having a girly chat and getting to know each other.”
I patted Becky on the leg and smiled. She smiled back and winked.
“Haven’t we Becky?”
“Yes Mum.” She replied, “We have.”
THE END
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