2 comments/ 23574 views/ 4 favorites The Adventures of Cholita and Mike By: Vitorio Hi, This story is dedicated to a wonderful lady with whom I am having a 'fantasy' affair. It is written with her help, assistance and, in certain areas, guidance although it is submitted under my pen name, she deserves to be recognised for she is my muse. So, Cholita my angel, this is dedicated to you. With grateful thanks for the pleasure we have enjoyed in writing this and in our amorous exploits. A warning however, all parts will be HOT, very, very HOT! This contains straight and oral sex, anal of course, lots of cum swapping from various places, and some mother/daughter interaction. You have been warned! If you enjoy reading this please vote and comment. More adventures will, undoubtedly, be forthcoming as our affair continues on apace. Chapter 1. Meeting: I had spent a week in the tiny lakeside village of Baveno on Lake Maggiore in Northern Italy. The conference was boring and I was glad it was over. Now for some relaxation! This new hotel, late 19th Century restored, was grand with a marvellous position just outside the town overlooking the Borromean Islands. A truly romantic setting. My wife declined to travel to conferences, she wasn't fond of any form of travel, so I stayed on alone. I knew the area well and stayed there often. It was Sunday, Sunday evening that I first saw you. I had my usual table in the corner facing back along the large dining room. I noticed you immediately. You together with a younger women and a man. As you approached I could see that the younger women was similar enough to be your daughter so, I assumed, the man was your husband. I don't know why but for some reason I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I suppose I should have known really for you are very attractive. Late forties perhaps, petite, 5' 1" or 2". Your hair then was blonde cut loosely just short of your shoulders revealing a rather slender neck. I loved the way your shoulders sloped gently in that enticing feminine way. Your breasts aren't large but right on your small frame -- close to perfection for me. Your waist, not tiny, but with enough shape to show off the curve of your hips. Then you turned to sit and I saw you there! Your bottom was, is, perfection. Proud, pert, fulsome, and shapely. There is something else about you as well, something I couldn't put my finger on. I felt drawn to you. As I looked I felt a nervousness in the pit of my stomach, an ache, a desire, that I didn't recognise. It was sexual certainly but unlike a casual lust. It was more intense, more difficult to treat with disdain. Throughout the meal I found my eyes drawn to You. You are sitting with your back to me, very straight in the chair so I can't really see you -- that doesn't matter; my eyes continue to be drawn. Then you walk over to the salad counter and I see you from the back again. The breath stops in my lungs then as your bottom sways. How was it possible for me to feel like this! What is going on? You can't help but notice me sitting there on my own at the end of the dining room. You feel my appraising eyes. Not that you mind, you are used to being admired. No false modesty here, you are an attractive woman. My eyes, however, seem to hold more meaning for you. They send a shiver along your spine that you are careful to hide from your husband and daughter. You know my eyes are on you as you sit: you are almost able to feel my desire. Then you stand and walk to the salad bar. You feel my eyes on your bottom now and I am still watching you as you turn. You can see my eyes are hot, so hot you feel a frisson of excitement even from where you are standing. Our eyes meet and I look away apparently embarrassed. You feel unnerved by the effect I have on you. How could this be? You have been admired by men before, you've had lovers, but have never felt like this. I wait until the dining room empties so that I can watch you leave. The younger woman, your daughter possibly, catches me staring and I can see her mention something to you. You just smile and glance in my direction. You rather like what you see. I don't see you again that evening but, laying in my bed that night, I can't get you out of my mind. What is doing this? Never before have I felt like this about a woman. I am in the dining room early on Monday evening making sure I can see you enter. This time you and your daughter are alone. I wonder why. Now you deliberately sat side on to me at the table and, as before, I find my eyes drawn to you. Your daughter, I notice later, is watching me and I am often caught staring. I don't mean to be rude but you have captured my imagination. You plan it before dinner. "He's watching you mum," says your daughter Allie. "He watched you through the whole meal last night. I think it's rude." Cholita smiles, "No, it's flattering. He's not bad looking really. I think I like him. Let's sit differently tonight." "Mother! You're impossible!" "Mmm," you murmur thinking of his eyes and what they say to you. "Watch him for me Allie. I want to know if it's the same tonight." "Mum . . . you're not . . .?" "Never you mind," says her mother with a smile. You see me then, at the far end like the evening before, and feel my eyes on you. Why, you think, does my heart flutter so? I am a little older you think, and, having seen me walk to the salad bar, over 6' in height. Well built without being overweight, you think I present a fine figure of a man. That isn't it however. There must be more, you think. 'How can he make me feel like this, hot, tense with something close to desire?' All through the meal you can feel my eyes on you. You like it. You are happy for men to admire you. As the advert says, you think with a smile, 'I am worth it!'. This is different. You are puzzled but it feels like fun! God you are beautiful, I think, as I watch you move about the dining room, to the salad bar, to pick your sweet, then to leave. Why does my heart pound, my blood race -- and to a particular point? Where is your husband? Dare I think . . . I have to meet you so follow you and your daughter out of the dining room. You go on to the terrace, I follow and sit at the next table. It is a soft summer night with a light breeze blowing in from the lake. I take a deep breath. "It's a beautiful evening," I say turning to you both. Your heart flutters as you consider a response. "Yes," you say with a big smile. "Romantic." Your eyes are wide as you look at me. Beautiful eyes that bore into my soul. I feel like a schoolboy. Heck! What is going on here. Get a grip! "You haven't got a drink. Can I get you both one." You and your daughter lock eyes and you turn and smile. "That would be nice, thank you." Your eyes widen in innocence. "We are not very experienced in Italy. What would you recommend?" That smile again. Did it promise? I couldn't see the younger woman's face but you seemed friendly. I spoke to you. Why did you feel so nervous when I did? You aren't a schoolgirl, you are an experienced woman. Your heart beats wildly as you respond. You know then that you want me, want me badly. OK, you'd had lovers but nothing like this, nothing had felt like this. So strong, so frightening, but so, so exciting it sets your body tingling in anticipation. I return with the drinks. "Limoncello," I say with a smile. "A liqueur made from lemons. Very cold. They even keep the glasses in the fridge." You sip. It is cold and quite tart, lemony. Nice. "It's nice," you say with a smile, "isn't it Allie?" "Mmm, yes mum." "I'm being rude," I say, "my name is Mike .............. I'm staying her for the week. Conference finished last week." I was talking to you, looking at you, into your eyes. My pulse was racing. "May I join you?" You nod. "I'm Cholita .............. This is my daughter Allie." I look from mother to daughter and say, "No, surely not!" with a great big smile, knowing full well I am being corny and sure it had been said before. You take it as it was meant and smile back with a nod of the head. "Are you here on holiday?" "Well sort of," you reply. "My husband is attending a conference in Stresa and we came along for a break." And so we chat. You ask about the lake, the islands, and the hotel. I find out something about you. I find myself drawn even more to you. Your eyes, soft and gentle, over a pert nose. Your mouth, ever ready to smile, taunts me. I find it difficult to breathe despite the beautiful evening. You are also caught. You wonder why I have this effect on you. You feel a tingling between your legs that matches the tension between mine -- not that either of us are really aware. We just know that something is happening. After a while your husband arrives and you introduce us. We chat for a while. You are so hot you need some release. He knows you well and you both excuse yourselves leaving me with Allie. Back in your room you kneel before your husband and undo his pants. The cock you know so well slips easily between your lips. Your hand gently masturbates his just under 8 inches readying it to find it's home between your legs. He is nice and hard now as you move away and begin to undress for him. You like this, sexy posing, teasing. Showing him your tits, your pussy, and your arse. He watches, gently masturbating and then, naked, you kneel again and suck his cock deep in your mouth. 'Mmm', you think, lovely pre-cum. As you do you suddenly think of me. How big am I? What will I taste like. You know then you must have me but now you are going to fuck your husband. You undo his pants and ease them off. He takes off his shirt and you are both naked. You run your hands over his body, the body you know so well. He lifts you to the bed and, opening your legs, buries his head in your cunt. You close your eyes as his tongue washes you there and then, suddenly, you see my face and you wonder . . . will I do that? Your reverie is broken by your husband's cock breaching the lips of your pussy, pushing home, driving home now as he fucks you hard. Again your mind wanders to me. How will I feel? But now your husbands cock is calling to you, fucking you hard as you love so well. He fucks you missionary, than turns you and takes you doggy. You love doggy! While he fucks you in that position, you put a finger in your mouth; sucking it; bringing it to your clit; taking some succulent juice, then sucking your finger again. Over and over you keep doing it as he fucks you. Then you hear his long moan and feel his cock pulse as he pumps his cum into you. Your love overwhelms you at that moment and you feel your body melting into a wonderful cum as you flood his cock with your juices. He rolls off and you snuggle up to him, putting your leg over his, pushing your wet cunt against his thigh and you hold each other, satisfied for now, with the intensity of your orgasms. I chat with Allie, realising now that you are gone, what an attractive young woman she is. Not as attractive as her mother however, because I can't get you out of my mind. We chat for a while then I take my leave. I lay in bed thinking of you, your body and I shiver in anticipation. Did I read the signs correctly? Are you interested? Chapter 2: Together -- first time: I decide to spend a day by the hotel pool. You arrive with your daughter after lunch. You wear a bikini, as does your daughter. Your beauty makes me catch my breath. I find my mind wandering to your tits, your cunt, your arse. Why do I think of you like this? It is so intense. Your figure is perfection, shown off by your bikini. You smile at me, is it a smile of invitation? I nod and you come over the chat, sitting on a sun bed next to mine. You begin to gently flirt seeing how I am so obviously affected by you. Then you swim and I watch your body flow through the water. You climb from the pool in front of me showing your body to me. The bikini stocks to you and my eyes are drawn to the V-between your legs. The wet costume leaves little to the imagination as your pussy lips almost appear. The wet top displays the contours of your nipples, hard now at the rush of the water and the thought of my eyes upon you. I am mesmerised and embarrassed by my reaction to you. I have to turn face down to cover my erection -- obvious to both you and your daughter. Now you begin your final seduction as only a woman can. You show yourself to me innocently, lifting your legs to check your toenails so that I can clearly see the lips of your cunt through the wet material of your costume. Your ankle chain, glistens in sun and I can see it partnered by a waist chain that rests on top of the bikini bottom drawing attention to your wonderfully feminine hips. You stand then bend to check your carryall, thrusting your arse in my direction. It is almost too much for me as my erection digs into the sun bed. You want me, you know that, and you tell your daughter. "I want him Allie," you say quietly then, with a smile, "Can you see his bulge?" She nods with a laugh, "He is obviously quite taken with you!" she responds. She, knowing you well, suggests seduction and gives you the key to her room. You come and sit near me, to chat you say, but really to show me your pussy again, your body. You 'accidentally' drop the key in front of me and bend to pick it up. Then sit opposite with legs slightly open. You drag the key slowly over your pussy showing the room number on the tag then you leave the pool area. My eyes follow your arse as you leave. The message is obvious. I am captured and follow a few minutes later with a rueful glance at your daughter who nods and returns a big smile. She knows her mother well! I knock softly on the door and you open it. Quickly inside and you are melting into my arms. How, why, what, we don't know. We just know we want each other madly. Holding each other we shuffle into the room and fall on the bed. Kissing, stroking, touching. I kiss your lips, your neck, your eyes, then, slipping off the top of your bikini, find your tits. Nipples are rock hard hazelnuts which I suck, lick and gently bite. Hands cover them. Your hands search in my loose swimming shorts and find my erection. A gasp of pleasure at it's size. My hand moves down to your pussy pulling aside the bikini bottom and finding your wet cunt. It is beautiful. A nice, well cared for bush, slightly trimmed at the bottom. Full lips that beg to be kissed and filled. Neither of us want it to be like this but we are not in control. Passion is all this first time. We roll, we heave, and soon are naked. I must have you, you must have me. Pleas, passionate begging, and soon we are together. You feel my cock at your lips, parting, probing, then inside driving the breath from your body. I feel the warm softness or your vagina, your pussy, your cunt, gripping me as if never to let me go. You pull me in tighter, your lips yearn for mine. You want to take all of me inside you. I want to fill you with my body. Never, never before have either of us felt like this. Wanton, raw, sexual passion. It's over too soon of course and you feel your orgasm crushing you as I begin to cum deep in your womb. Pulse after pulse fills you and you can feel every one as my cock stiffens to jet it's offering inside you. It's over then. I roll to the side and you lay quiet for a few moments wondering if you can ever capture such wanton pleasure again -- you will! Suddenly you are surprised by my hands on your body, stroking your tits and across you stomach to your pussy. I can't leave you alone. Bolt shot for a while, I want to kiss your cunt, pull my spunk from your body. You can feel it leaving you and you flex your vagina to keep it in. I move between your legs and see the tiny trail of my offering dripping down. Then you feel my tongue on your clit, gently licking, teasing and calling another orgasm. My tongue in your pussy, licking the inner walls swollen in pleasure. I taste you and I taste myself. I want you to taste us. I cover your cunt with my mouth and suck. An orgasm shudders across your body as my spunk and your juice is sucked from your pussy. I lift my head, you can see the wetness around my mouth and chin as I bend towards you. You pull my lips to yours and I enjoy our mouths coming together for a kiss. You want, no you need, the spunk and juice and suck it from my mouth. The taste, oh the taste, as you wash it around your mouth and swallow. I watch you and smile. "Turn over," I say tenderly and you wonder. And you hope! Languidly you turn and I look down on you. The soft curve of your back and the rise of your bottom cheeks. The tight valley between and your swollen pussy below. My hands stroke your back and bottom right down to your knees. Then I bend my head and you feel kisses on your back and bottom. I ease your legs apart and move between. You feel my hands on your nether cheeks, kneading, caressing, squeezing gently. Then thumbs part those wonderful cheeks and expose the tiny star of your anus. It is too much! My tongue runs from the small of your back down across your sphincter and to your pussy. Back and forth, back and forth coating the valley with saliva. I must, I must, and my tongue lingers on the tiny forbidden star -- teasing, licking, probing. Then rolled it pushes at the entrance. You open, oh how you open, and I push my tongue gently inside to taste you. I fuck your arse with my tongue. You want more but not now. Heck how you wished you'd got ready there but you didn't know. I lean forward, my cock resting in the valley rocking slowly back and forth caressing your anus with it's length and breadth. I whisper, "You like it there?" "Oh god yes, yes. Please!" You plead, you don't care but you know. "No please not . . . Oh god I want it but . . ." I whisper, "I know. Perhaps another day?" You hear the question in my voice. "Oh yes. yes. Please, please put it in! Please." I want you again. I'm hard for you! So quick, so soon. Not usual for me, for a man my age. You feel my body leave yours, my cock go from the valley. You almost cry out at its leaving. But then it returns, splitting the lips of your vagina, filling you again. I am steadier this time, more controlled. As are you. Oh there is still passion, unbelievable passion as I thrust deep inside you, but it is better now, even better. I fuck you like this for a while. Sometimes long and hard, sometimes short and sharp. Back and forth, up and down, my thighs slapping into your buttocks. You turn your head, "Fuck me, oh fuck me hard, harder. Fill me," you shout again and again as you thrust back on to my cock. I see the tiny star flexing. I wet my thumb and place the ball there with gentle pressure. A long low groan escapes your lips as you cum. I fuck you through it taking you to new highs. It goes on. I've cum once so now I can last but only so long in that fabulous pussy of yours. You feel it again, the stiffening cock, swelling slightly, then the pulse that sets you off. We come together and I pump what little spunk I have left deep inside you again. I soften, roll sideway, and lay pole axed by the emotion. You lay beside me looking down. You haven't really looked at my body now you do. You like what you see but there, down there, is my poor cock - defeated. You feel sorry for him and, moving down the bed, bend your head to take him inside your mouth. "Oh god," I just about manage and my whole cock disappears. "I can't Cholita. Oh god Cholita I'm sorry!" You smile round my cock. You know the male curse and you think back. Four, or was it five, and you pleasure me -- and yourself by tasting my cum, sucking the remains from my limp dick. Tasting yourself. Finally we are both finished, emptied of passion and filled with the need to hold each other. Neither can understand what is happening here, why we feel like this. Arms enfold sweaty bodies before you whisper in my ear. "Time to clean up Mike darling. I must go." The Adventures of Cholita and Mike I take a deep breath not wanting this afternoon to end but smile down at you as I know it must. "Will we . . .?" "Yes, oh yes," you say, "I want you." You stroke my cheek, "I want you there. In my arse just as you were in my cunt." You smile, "Would you like that?" "Oh Cholita, Cholita! More than anything!" "Good," you say, "we will borrow Allie's room again tomorrow." I sigh, "Not tomorrow Cholita, I can't. Thursday?" You smile, "Thursday then. I'll have to wait! 2 o'clock?" I nod and smile, "2 o'clock. Will you be ready?" "Oh yes," you say with a knowing grin, "I'll be ready!" I stand then pick you up and carry you to the bathroom. I watch as you tidy yourself then switch on the shower. No time to properly enjoy each other's bodies, we quickly wash and dry each other. I leave before you and return to the pool and a knowing glance from Allie who is still there. I see you at dinner and we smile then afterwards, in the bar, you come over with your husband and Allie and sit with me. We pass the time of day but it is so difficult. I can see you in Allie's room, kneeling, taking my cock in your pussy. Think of you taking it in your arse -- but I manage. You seem able to deal with it, deal with the simple conversation about the lake, Italy, and the hotel. I finally leave for bed, to dream of you and Thursday when you will give me your arse. Chapter 3: Wednesday: The Buffet Dinner: I was out all day Wednesday at a business meeting resulting from the conference. Back for the evening however and for the gala buffet dinner that the hotel always threw on Wednesday evenings in season. Little did I know what was in store for me. You, meanwhile, were discussing things with your daughter Allie. "Well mum," she said, "was it worth it?" You smile secretively, "Mmm, yes it was. He was very good!" "Mummy, you are impossible!" "Mmm. Allie? I've got an idea!" "Oh what now!?" "Tonight. We found that secret place in the arbour this morning. You know, by the statue. The place he told us about." Allie nods in agreement. "Wellll . . . I think I will meet him there tonight!" "Mother you can't!" You laugh, "I can but I need your help!" Allie laughs too, she knows you well, and she knows of your affairs. She knows her father has affairs as well. She is happy that you both have such an open marriage where you can enjoy others but still retain your love for each other. "What do you want me to do," she says in resignation. You explain. "First this note under his door. You know his room number." Allie nods. "Good, then I want you to take your father down to the beach. Show him the view of the islands and where we sat today." You laugh, "About 15 minutes should do!" "Mummy," laughs Allie, "you are incorrigible." You smile, "Mmm, I know! But Allie," you add seriously, "he is so . . . oh I don't know! Different from all the others. He makes me feel naughty." "Mum! You are naughty!" "Oh you know what I mean. With him I can let myself go and the things he did yesterday," you smile, "and what he's going to do tomorrow!" "What tomorrow?" asks Allie with interest. "I shouldn't say," you say with a knowing smile. "Come on mother, tell me. You tell me everything else." "My arse," you say, "he is going to have my arse tomorrow!" "Mother!" "I know I've only known him once but, oh Allie, I want him there. I know you haven't done that yet but . . . well it's so good when a man is considerate and I know he will be." You smile, "I'll tell you all about it. Now, take your father down at 9.30. Can you do that for me." "Oh well," Allie smiles, "yes -- but you must tell me about tomorrow. I might want to try it." You smile, "Not with any of those rough boys you go with," you say. "You need a gentle, experienced man like Mike. Now let's get ready for dinner." I return to my room in time to get ready for the Buffet Dinner. It's something many of the hotels do in this area in season. It encourages the guests to mingle and get to know the staff a little better. It's not formal but the ladies tend to dress up a little whilst the men tend to be less formal about things. I opened the door and noticed a slip of paper on the floor. '9.30 in the arbour next to the statue on the left' it said. 'Cholita' I smiled. Cholita, you angel, what are you planning I thought? Probably something good and, by the sound of it, exciting too. How did I know that then? Even at this early stage she was my Cholita. Often something new, something exciting. I dressed in shirt and slacks with a light jacket just to be smart. The meal was enjoyable as usual and I milled around talking to staff, most of whom I knew well, and guests. I didn't make a point of ignoring Cholita and her family but I didn't want to seem too familiar so waited for them to approach me. The main problem I had was that you looked so wonderful. You wore a soft pastel lilac coloured dress that reached your knees. It had a fairly high waistline and showed off your hips to perfection. The 'V' of the neckline plunged just between your breasts suggesting rather than shouting. I found out later that underneath you were wearing your husbands waist chain, the twin to the one on your ankle. Your blond hair was slightly curled this evening and seemed shorter although that was probably because of the style. Your neck, long and slender, word a diamond necklace that sparkled in the bright lights. This was matched by a watch of similar design. To finish you wore your husbands ankle chain and 2 inch heels. You are a picture of loveliness! We get chatting later on over a drink and I find out something about your husband. You seem pleased we are talking and I come to understand that, although you are happy to have liaisons you do love him. I could see that from the way you looked at him. Mind you the way you looked at me on occasion set my pulse racing! We drifted apart again about 9 pm and I became increasingly excited as 9:30 approached. Just before then I saw Cholita turn to her husband and indicate outside then leave the lounge for the terrace. A few moments later Allie left with her father through the hotel lobby. This is the moment I thought as I followed Cholita out onto the terrace. It was a beautiful late summer night. The moon wasn't full but it wasn't far off so spread a soft light over the gardens that lead from the terrace down to the pool. The gardens are quite steep but there are lighted pathways here and there and two areas with a large statues on each side of the grounds. These are formed into two arbours with seats. Unbeknown to many guests, because they don't tend to explore the hotel grounds, each arbour has a secluded area set off to one side almost completely surrounded by dense firs. It is a semi-circle just about 7feet across with a balustrade that faces the lake. Most of the grounds, the road that runs alongside the lake, and the beach can be seen from here but, because of the lighting, it is difficult to spot. According to the owners, who I know quite well, these little spots were designed for secret assignations by ladies in the 19th century when the hotel was built. The had been restored when it reopened in the 1980's. The intriguing thing about these little meeting places was the almost impossibility of coming across them accidentally. You needed to know where they were. I did and I remembered mentioning them to Cholita and Allie. I couldn't see Cholita as I moved on to the terrace but she had said the left hand side so I made my way to the spot. There were a number of people in the grounds and, as I crossed the second terrace, I saw Allie and her father walking down the path that led to the road and the beach. I quickened my pace to the arbour and entered from the rear. It was empty -- but then I expected it to be! The entrance to the secluded, and secret, area was to the side, hidden by bushes and difficult to find. My heart was beating fast as I turned the corner and saw you standing there. I hadn't realised in the artificial light of the hotel that your dress has a certain luminescence, a glow that reflects the moonlight giving you an ethereal grace. Your hair glows and the diamonds sparkle. You are beautiful. So beautiful that my heart almost stops. You smile, "You came?" "Of course," I say returning your smile and taking a deep breath at your loveliness. You raise your arms and I step forward into them. You melt into mine, head on my chest, body pressed to mine. "Oh Cholita, Cholita, my angel," I say as your hands reach up and pull my lips to yours. Our kiss is deep, intense, full of desire. My hands run over your body as yours do mine. We kiss. then kiss, and kiss again. The blood is pounding in my body and we are transported to a world outside the hotel, the lake, the people. You drop your tiny evening bag to the ground and kneel on it in front of me. You find my zip and my fly is undone. Your hands delve inside and soon my cock and balls are feeling the soft coolness of the evening air. You can see the tip in the moonlight glistening with pre-cum. Soon your mouth covers the soft head and sucks it inside. Your hands caress my balls and cock as you suck life both into and from them. My cock soon worships you. Soon you are satisfied. "Fuck me, my darling. Fuck me here, now with all these people. I want you so much." You turn and lean forward on the balustrade. Your bottom pressed out towards me. I take a deep breath. You can be seen now -- only head and shoulders I know but you can be seen. You brook no refusal as you turn your head to smile at me. "Fuck me darling, please . . . .!" My cock rampant now I want nothing more than to bury it inside your wonderful pussy, your cunt, your vagina but first . . . I kneel at your shrine and lift your skirt. I can smell the odour of female arousal and that does even more to increase my desire. I examine your beautiful bottom under the dress and smile -- panties with a split crotch. I laugh inwardly, oh my Cholita, my angel, my desire. My tongue reaches out for your pussy, lapping at the place of pleasure, probing, pushing. I taste you as you push back into my face wanting, needing more. I run my tongue as far forward as I can then back along your cunt and over your arsehole -- promised for tomorrow. I feel you shudder in pleasure and then your juices flow. "Fuck me darling," you say, "please, please fuck me. Time," you sob, "time darling. No time!" I stand and present my cock to your cunt, teasing your lips. Then a drive, deep and long on the first stroke. Filling you completely, totally, absolutely. I fuck you then, hard and strong as you look down on the grounds. You see your husband and your daughter returning from the beach as I drive inside you -- so deep. The intensity of the situation, the danger, the people around, all increase your orgasm to a level seldom achieved. You wave -- can they see you? You blow them a kiss and the whole situation, the eroticism, the sheer naughtiness increases your pleasure as your cunt spasms around my cock. I feel your body shudder, your cunt grip tightly, and your legs tighten as you cum. A violent, deep, total orgasm that rocks your body. As it ripples over you, you hear Allie calling, "Mum, mum, hello. We can see you there. Is everything OK?" You manage to raise an arm in response hoping, yet secretly not caring, that they cannot see me still pounding deep into your pussy. I have your hips now, pulling you on tightly. Your first orgasm has dissipated by now but my strong fucking is bringing you on again: as is the excitement, the mischievousness, of seeing your husband and daughter. Then you feel me tense, my cock stiffen even more, swell and begin to fill you with spunk. I pull you on feeling the intensity of my orgasm as spunk leaves my body to fill you. Four, five, six, deep drives deposit seed inside you and your second orgasm rides the pleasure of my spouting cock. We both come down quickly and realise out position. "Oh god," you say, "oh god," and you begin to turn. I hold you there and kneel at your arse again. I can hear your daughter talking to you from just below the balustrade as my mouth covers your cunt and I suck, pulling spunk from you mixed with your juices. I wait until I hear their voices disappear then stand and turn you, offering my mouth to yours. You relish the chance to taste us both yet again and you suck the mixture from my mouth and swallow it. "Oh god, I must go," you say. I smile, "Mmm, I suppose you must." I caress your cheek, "Would that you could stay here forever . . .! You smile and kiss my cheek, "Tomorrow . . ." you whisper as you brush yourself down, "tomorrow my darling Mike," and you, like an ethereal princess, leave me there to remember the wonder of your body. I tidy myself up but don't rush back to the lounge just stand there to contemplate the romance of the evening. After a while I hear someone coming and Allie appears at the entrance to the secret arbour. "Hi," she says shyly. "Hello Allie," I respond wondering what she is doing here. "Was it good with mum?" she asks bluntly. I am somewhat taken aback by this question. Of course I didn't suspect that she knew what had happened so that wasn't surprising. "I don't understand?" I respond, playing for time. "I know all about you," she says sidling up to me. Oh dear, I think, trouble! "Mummy has told me everything!" She puts her arms on my shoulders and presses her, not undesirable body, up to mine. "Allie, Allie, love. Look . . .!" Heck she was lovely but -- hey I don't do that sort of thing. One affair at a time is all I can handle and this one was fantastic so I wasn't going to risk anything. But how do you deal with an, obviously, hot young woman who knows you have just fucked her mother? "Mummy says you are very experienced," she says with a sexy smile pressing even closer, "and very good! I know I would be good for you!" Does you good you know when a pretty young woman comes on to you like this but now was a no, no! "Allie, sweetheart, you are very lovely and, in any other circumstances, I would be honoured to . . ." "You're giving me the brush-off," she says angrily. "Look Allie," I take a deep breath. This could be difficult. "I would, heck Allie I will -- want to -- but only if your mum knows and approves." I hold her at arms length and look deep into her eyes. "We've got something special Allie, your mother and me, and I don't want to jeopardise it. I'm sorry." She takes a deep breath then her tension fades. "Yes," she says, "mum said it was special. She's done it before you know, had affairs." I smile, "I'm sure she has Allie. A woman like her is to lovely not to." "Dad has as well," she carries on. "They always stay together though. It's nice." "Yes, it is. A marriage like that can't help but be successful. Now Allie, what say we go in and join them." She laughs, "No chance, unless you want to go to their room." I raise my eyebrows. "Mum was hotter than a chilli pepper when she came in. Just grabbed dad and they left; but you can buy me a drink!" "My pleasure," I say with a smile and took her arm. I spend the rest of the evening partnering Allie in the odd dance and chat to her. A very erudite, and attractive, young woman. I must admit that, by the end of the evening I was beginning to think I'd made a bad decision but, in truth, my Cholita was all that was in my mind. I wondered how you had got on with your husband. You slipped to the toilet on your way back and tidied up a little then met Allie and your husband as they returned to the lounge. You were hot, so hot, from our 'quickie' fuck that you wanted more. Especially more from your husband. The man you always returned to. How exciting, you think, to mix hubby's cum with mine, some of which remains -- you can feel it. He likes your dress, can read the signs, and is ready when you take his hand and whisper, "I want you!" In your room you kneel at his feet, peel his trousers off and discover the cock you know so well. It fits in your hand, his balls cradled below, and the head seems to find it's way to your mouth of it's own accord. You suck, tongue brushing tenderly underneath the head. He is hard now, very hard -- just the way you like him. You lead him to the bed and lay him back on it. You strip his clothing and enjoy seeing him laying there, cock sticking up proudly for you to ride. You straddle his thighs and guide his cock into you. You love this position. You bounce, you rock, and then you cum. So sexy thinking of my cum coating his cock. Then you suddenly imagine what it would be like if my cock was pressing at your anus. You shudder, two cocks! It's too much, you have to get off and clean his cock with your mouth. You can taste both of us, the remains of my cum and his pre-cum leaking from the end of his cock. He wants you again now and moves behind you, taking you like a dog, thrusting deep inside like only he can. Again you have the idea of me there, cock deep in your mouth as your husband fucks your cunt so hard. You can hear his thighs slapping your buttocks, then his hand reddening your cheeks with sharp slaps. You cum, another wonderful release that floods his cock with juice. He feels that and now throws you over on your back and takes you like that, thrusting deep inside. Your legs grip him, holding him tightly, and your arms pull him to you. You shudder because, while he is deep inside you, you think of me, fucking you in the arbour, filling you with my cum. You shudder at the thought, two cocks. Two cocks are fucking you now. One here inside your pussy and the other, there, inside your mind. You moan, you cry out, and you cum. The orgasm rocks your body and your cunt grips your husbands cock tightly telling him it is time. He begins to pulse and fill you with his juice. You shudder again. The idea of his cum mixing with mine prolonging your orgasm. Finally it is over. You hold each other tightly and whisper sweet words of love to each other. You may have affairs, so may he, but you do love each other and always come back. Chapter 4: Thursday afternoon: You are in your daughters room again. You need to prepare. You always find this so exciting, this preparation to be taken in the arse. It's naughty, dirty almost and so, so exciting. You taste the lube you sent your daughter to get. Strawberry! You use a small amount on the tube then your arsehole to ease the entry. You fill the bag with warm liquid and the special soap. You bend forward a bit, arse up and then gently ease the tube past your tight sphincter. A shiver of apprehension mixed with anticipation then as you remember how wide I am. I stretched your pussy so will certainly test your tiny little arsehole. You smile, you can't wait! The tube is in now and you empty the bag inside your body. You like this -- it's like a massive cum hitting you there. You hold it for a moment, testing your sphincter (it will be looser later you think with a smile) then move to the toilet to void yourself. You rest a moment, than repeat the process. You are enjoying this preparation, this readying your body for me and you want to be really clean there because, you think, you hope, that I sucked the spunk from your pussy . . . then? You shudder at the thought, clench your arse; feeling your cunt getting wet in anticipation. You end by squirting a little strawberry lube into your arse for me to taste later. Ready there you pretty yourself, hair, a little make-up, perfume. Mmm, what perfume you think? Chanel or L'air? You choose L'air du temps -- it makes you feel free. Now your finger and toe nails. You like bright red, that makes you feel sexy. You feel heady, excited. You are going to get your arse fucked and you are excited by the thought. It has been a while and you remember my size with some trepidation but you are eager to be stretched there. The Adventures of Cholita and Mike You are naked under a dressing gown when I arrive. You let me in. I am wearing shirt and trousers. You lead me in, turn and looks into my eyes. You see passion, desire, need. I undo the gown and my hands gently strip it from your shoulders. I see you naked, properly, for the first time and am overwhelmed by your beauty. You step into my enfolding arms. You giggle, "It's not fair!" I smile, "Why?" "I'm naked and you're dressed!" You lead me in and lay me on the bed. You undress me slowly taking in my body then my cock. You like this. You want to know my cock so you can tell how far I am inside your arse. You slip my pants off and it is there slightly bigger than anything you have had before. It is hard, long and hard. 8, 8½ inches long and circumcised. You can get both hands around it and still some shows. How wide is it you wonder and examine it closely. A deep breath, it must be almost 2 inches wide at one point. Another deep breath! In your arse, stretching you, filling you more than ever before. Will it hurt -- perhaps but . . . You must, you want it so much. I watch you at my cock. Watch you taking in it's size. Will you, I think? I want you so much there. For me it is . . . important. I want you everywhere, want to please you intensely, especially there. I know that this is one time that size does matter! You play with my cock enjoying the feel of it in your hands. My balls are tight with desire. You bend your head . . . It's stiff already, leaking pre-cum. You look in my eyes then silently lick it up, enjoying the taste of me. You kiss my tight balls, sliding your tongue underneath to just touch me there. Your drag your tongue along the shaft, licking the sensitive spot under the head. You kiss me there, lots of kisses, then more tongue, wet and willing. You slide the tip into your mouth and start sucking sweetly and softly with your tongue under the head. You can feel my nice stiff cock in your mouth - smell the manly odour. The scent of my pre-cum makes you wild. You suck harder, your tongue swirls. You feel me close, want me to cum in your mouth but pull away before I do. My cum is destined for elsewhere! You want to ride me -- have wanted to since Tuesday. I want you to. I lay back and you climb on board! Joy for us both. You cum, a crashing orgasm that flood me with juice. I am close then but I want to hold back for your arse. I want to fill you with cum there and watch it run out of your stretched arsehole. I roll sideways and fuck you like that. I see you cum again then hold off to give you a rest before your arsehole is stretched. I kiss your lips then whisper, "Your arse Cholita my angel, can I have your arse?" I ask. Languidly you turn face down in answer: your body quivering in anticipation and not a little apprehension. I look down in admiration at you like this. The swell of your hips above the delectable globes of your arse. The trim valley between those cheeks and the tiny puckered star that is your ring, your anus, your arsehole. You are tense now wondering how I will take you. You know some men go straight to it but you hope I'm not like that. I need to know you there so I bend my head to run my tongue over your cheeks, right down your legs then back across those wonderful globes. I can smell your cum, juices from your orgasm. I can see the glistening remains of your liquid on your anus. My hands touch you there, caressing, kneading, squeezing then my tongue begins it's worship. I start at the base of your spine wetting you there with saliva then drawing my tongue along the valley. I don't touch your arsehole yet, just the sides of your cheeks. You long to feel my tongue there and, when suddenly the soft tip touches your ring, you sigh and push gently back. I rim your arsehole, running my tongue round and round coating you in saliva to mix with the strawberry lube that you know I can taste and will use more of in a moment. You feel the probe, the push of my rolled tongue and you open yourself to take it inside. Joy, oh joy, that I would do that to you, for you. I feel your anus relax and my rolled tongue slip inside. I push harder and more squeezes past the sphincter opening you up even wider. You can feel my tongue on the walls of your rectum now, wet and warm. I tongue fuck your arse, harder and deeper, as deep as I can. I feel your body tensing then, as I push as far as I can inside you, your anus grips like a vice and I feel your cum as your body rocks in pleasure. You lay there quiet for a while recovering. I gently stroke your body. I lean forward and whisper, "Kneel Cholita my angel, I want to get you ready!" You take a deep breath in anticipation as you draw your knees beneath and stick your arse in the air. You will enjoy this preparation. It always excites you. I kneel and reach for the lube then squeeze some on to your ring. You shiver. "Sorry," I whisper, "cold?" "Mmm," you murmur, "soon be warm," you add with a smile. You feel my middle finger stroking your ring, round and round, then a gentle pressure which causes the muscle to relax and my finger to enter. You feel more lube and my finger pushes deeper. I can feel the tightness of your sphincter, your ring, gripping my finger and I shiver as I imagine it around my cock. I apply more lube and then another finger. You are apprehensive about size but determined. You remember how wide my cock feels in your cunt. Now you feel two fingers, stretching, probing, pleasuring. I push more lube inside determined that you should feel as little discomfort as possible when I fuck your arse. I want you to like it, to enjoy it. To want more. Finally you are prepared -- lube gently applied outside and inside. Fingers (one then two) gently inserted. You have another small cum as you push back on my two fingers. My fingers move away and you look back. I am lubing my cock, gently stroking it. You can see how hard it is, how long, and how wide. You shiver again in apprehension and anticipation. You know you will enjoy this pillar of flesh spreading your arsehole -- don't you? Then you look again - it looks so big! You smile to yourself, determined that you shall take it all. You feel me shuffle on the bed and then my cock is at your tiny rosy star. I can feel the slight indentation of your anus, the pressure of the muscle as I press against it. You turn your head and smile, "Oh yes, yes, Mike, darling. Fuck my arse now. Please!" I push gently against the pressure and you relax. My cockhead slips inside and you gasp in pleasure -- and in pain. It stretches you Cholita angel, stretches you more than for a long time. I am still, considerate, holding just inside. I breath deeply trying to control the lust that courses through my body. Controlling the desire to thrust deeply -- but not this first time. Perhaps in the future, if there is one for us, I can do that, fill you in one fell thrust but not now. It's too early for that. You feel the pain turning, now slowly, to pleasure: a tingling inside. Warmth? I am in heaven - and hell! Holding still, looking down at your anus gripping my cock just below the head. My need to drive inside controlled by my feelings for you. I need to give you pleasure not pain. It eases. You look back and smile, "More!" I smile and give you three inches more. You gasp in pleasure now, pain is past or has turned to pleasure. I can see just over half my cock is buried inside you now. Stretching, breaching that secret place that so few have visited so rarely. I pull back to ease your sphincter -- and experienced man you think in relief but then I am back. It's better, you are beginning to really enjoy this feeling of possessing and being possessed. It seems so different with me. I stoke your bottom, caressing, and you want more but you remember my cock. How it felt in your cunt and how it looked when you examined it earlier. Dear god, you think, it is even wider just below here. You remember it in your hand, your lips just reaching the widest part. Can you take that, 2 inches, 5 centimetres. Oh how it will stretch you but . . . you know you will. You are amazed at how still I am, so controlled, waiting for your pleasure. You move gently, pulling away then back, testing, feeling, beginning to enjoy. I move with you, no deeper just gently fucking your arse with half my cock. You look back and smile, "More," you say again. I hold your hips now and you have a moment of worry. If I fill you there? It's so big, so wide! But no. I push gently further inside. My cock takes your breath away. You can feel the width of it spreading your anus, your rectum. Every tender part of your back passage is on fire with the heat of my cock. "Oh my god Cholita," I cry in an agony of pleasure. I want, I need, I must, now fill you. To pull you completely onto my throbbing erection. You look back and see the need on my face and, for a moment, wonder at my control that I don't just take you. Warmth floods you for me and, overcoming the feeling of fullness, of spreading, you push back until you feel my thighs on your buttocks. I moan then in ecstasy and you think I will cum as you feel my cock harden even more but I don't and you are pleased. You don't want this to end too soon. You need to feel me filling your arse for a while now that you have got used to the size. You have got me now, all of me. It hurts a bit but then the warmth washes away hurt and pleasure begins to course through your body. You turn your head again and smile, "Fuck me Mike, fuck my arse please. Cum deep inside me." I do. I revel in the heat, the tightness, the slippery tunnel of your rectum. I begin with long, deep strokes, cock almost leaving you: feeling your rectum and anus clinging tightly to the slippery invader. I tease your anus with my cock head. Then halfway, in and out, over and over before my orgasm looms. Hand hold hips tight now and I ream your arse. You feel me inside you, my cock hardening even more, swelling ready for its pulsing. Thighs slap buttocks: you can hear it. Hard now, oh so hard, inside you. Never before like this. So hot, so nasty, so wonderful. You can feel my tight balls hitting the back of your cunt and that excites you even more. I am close now, you can tell as my strokes get quicker and quicker. Your orgasm builds as well. Then you feel the swell, the pulse, and the spunk hits your inside. Always so different here. It lights a fire inside your bowels, a fire that spreads over your body, fuelled by each spurt of my juice deep inside you. So different this from the front. Intense, draining. I feel the spunk building in my body, muscles tensing ready for the final thrust. I fuck your arsehole now with abandon. Striking deep inside. Then the slight pain at the base of my spine as the spunk is dredged from tight balls. They tighten even more and are drawn up into my body as my muscles spasm to send my offering out along my iron hard cock. As it moves inside me pleasure surges around my body. My cock feels as if it will explode with pleasure. Never before has it felt like this. So strong, so powerful. I shout your name and see it before me in flaming letters branding it in my memory, in my heart. Four, five, then six pulses fill you, each raising us both to another high. You moan in pleasure as I flood your bowels then, as the pulses end and you feel my cock diminish, I feel sad that I have done this to. Have I gone too far, hurt you perhaps? But all appears well as you turn and smile, your eyes sultry in after orgasm bliss. You flop face down, exhausted by the arsefucking you has just taken. Unlike anything else you has ever experienced. Oh yes, you have taken a cock in your arse before but never, never, has it felt like that. I look down on you, your body covered in a mist of perspiration and I know that I must give you more. Reward you for the fabulous gift of your arse. You feel me moving, easing your legs apart. 'Oh dear god', you think, 'what is he going to do? Not fuck my arse again surely?' -- not that you would mind despite a slight tenderness there -- I can do it forever! No! My mouth on your cheeks, licking, kissing. my voice whispering tender words. Oh god, my tongue on your tender star. I can see that you are red, red and swollen, there I see and feel sadness that I have done this to You. Red and open. A tiny trickle of spunk mixed with lube dribbles out. You can't close the muscle just yet to stop it leaving and you don't want it to! Then you feel my tongue soothing the soreness, washing your anus with my saliva, probing. That I would do this! Then my mouth over the tender spot gently sucking, pulling the spunk from you. You shudder as another orgasm rocks your body. You feel tears in your eyes and a strange feeling as I worship your body with my mouth. You feel some of my spunk leave you and I move to the side. Like before you can see I have it in my mouth. You are so glad you took so much trouble there. You turn and pull me close, mouth covering mine. Tongues entwine. You taste my cum, the lube, your arse. Another shudder as I pass the liquid into your mouth. You pull away and lock your eyes with mine as you swallow it all for me, for us both. We fall into each other's arms and lay, entwined, together in that wonderful after orgasm world. Unfortunately we couldn't lay there forever! You kiss my lips and whisper, "I must . . . you know!" I smile and nod. Standing I reach down and pick you up in my arms and carry you into the bathroom. Your head rests on my shoulder and your mouth and tongue kiss my neck. You feel -- you don't know how you feel really. Satisfied, happy that you have found this man. Then you wonder 'will I never see him again'. You don't like the idea of that. 'He is too nice to let go', you think. Oh, of course nothing will make you leave your husband but to have a nice, considerate man to hand, especially one who is so GOOD, is always nice. And you know I will be discrete. I set you down and you empty your bottom of the remains of my cum as I run the bath. No embarrassment here, we are both adults and know the results of what we do. We bath together, that wonderful feeling of warmth from the water and the presence of another. I wash you gently and you do the same to me then we dry each other tenderly. It's so nice, you think, to have a man so kind and considerate. I think what a lucky man I am to have found a woman like you. I also wonder about the future. It's clear we live some distance apart, in separate countries, so it will be difficult, if not impossible, for our romance to continue. We dress and talk for a while. "Cholita, angel, do you use the internet?" You nod. "Perhaps we could keep in touch that way?" You smile. You do use the internet -- a lot. "That would be nice," you say with a smile, "we could continue our affair on-line. Would you like that?" I laugh, "Cholita, I would love that. I could tell you all the things I would like to do with you . . ." ". . . and I could tell you all the things I would like to do with you," you add laughing as well. "Write your address down," you say and I do. You notice something familiar about it. "Do you know a web site called Literotica?" you ask pensively. "Mmm," I smile, "yes. Why?" "It's just . . . No it's silly!" "What?" "No, it's too silly really!" "Come on Cholita, don't keep me in suspense," I laugh and kiss your cheek. "Well, your e-mail address. That name, vitorio, it's the same as someone who writes on Literotica." "Oh," I say raising my eyebrows, "do you read the stories?" You smile, "Yes. All the time. I love them. So tender and caring." You look at me, "Rather like you!" I caress your cheek. "Not surprising," I say with a smile. "Why?" "Because it is me." "You!! It can't be . . .!" "Cholita darling it is me. Caroline, then Anna. The Women in My life. Rachel. Miranda." "It is you. Oh god . . . really? "Yes," I smiled, "it really is me. Coincidences do happen you know." "I love your stories you know. Now I know you I realise why!" We come together and kiss then. That almost starts us off again but time is against us. "We must keep in contact," you say breathlessly. "Yes, we can carry on. You can tell me all that you like about my stories." "Mmm," you murmur as I leave the room. What an afternoon, you think. Wonderful! Chapter 5: Friday morning You wake early from a dream of me. You can feel your arse, stretched from Thursday afternoon. Not sore, just there, reminding you of all that occurred. It makes you hot and you begin to touch yourself, stroking your clit. I'm terrible, you think with a smile. All that yesterday afternoon and now . . . You roll on your side and snuggle up to your husband. He might be hard, you think, knowing how men are sometimes in the morning. Your hand explores and, yes, he is -- well beginning anyway. You caress his cock and balls and he wakes, turning to kiss you. "You are insatiable," he says smiling. "Mmm," you murmur concentrating of stroking his cock. "Can I ride you?" He smiles and nods. As if he would say no! You bend your head to coat his cock with your saliva -- not that you aren't already wet from recalling your arse being stretched by my cock -- you just like sucking it and tasting pre-cum! It doesn't take long and he is as hard as usual and thrusting up into your mouth. You straddle him and guide his prick across your pussy, teasing both him and your clit, before you bear down and take him inside. He fills you as he always does and you bounce on his cock, rocking from side to side. Your mind is filled with the idea of my cock filling your arsehole and now, another is filling your pussy. It doesn't take long before your vagina is gripping hubby's cock like a vice. This is enough for him as he begins to cum, bringing you on as well. You sigh and roll off his softening cock. "Mmm," you say as you kiss him but you can't get my cock out of your mind. You can still feel it stretching your anus, filling your body so full. Nothing, no one, has ever made you feel like that. Oh, it's not love or anything, but such a special feeling. You crave it, don't want to let it go. "I have to go to the conference hall for the morning," your husband says as he moves to the bathroom, "We'll leave after lunch." You smile, nod, and just lay there enjoying your after cum quietness. BUT you can't get me out of your head. One more time, you think, just one more time. We might never again. You wave your husband goodbye from the bed, still naked with his cum inside you. You have a sudden thought at his smartness. Has he got someone there? You laugh -- it wouldn't surprise you! You pick up the phone but there is a knock at the door. "Who is it?" you ask. "Allie. Can I come in?" You throw on a dressing gown and open the door. "I've come down to find out about yesterday. You said you would tell me mum. I want to hear all about it!" "I'm not sure I should tell you everything," you say with a smile. "You promised mummy!" You smile, "Alright," you say and you begin. "Does it hurt?" Allie finally asks when you finish. "You know when he does it?" "Does what darling?" you say teasing her. "You know, in your bottom?" "It stretches a bit," you say with a smile, "but it doesn't really hurt. Makes you feel full." You wriggle your bottom on the bed remembering the feeling with pleasure. "What does it feel like, you know, when he . . . kisses you there?" "Hasn't one of those lovely boys you go out with ever done that to you?" you ask. "I know you haven't actually lost that virginity yet but surely one of them has used his tongue." "They don't use their tongues very much mum," Allie says with a sad smile, "they tend to want to get their cock into my mouth or my pussy!" "Typical," you say with a laugh, "you need a proper man to show you the ropes." The Adventures of Cholita and Mike "He said he would, that he wanted to?" says Allie quietly. "Who," you ask knowing full well because I told you of our conversation. "Mike. He said he liked me and that he would, you know, with me but he wouldn't because of you." Of course I'd told you all this so you knew that what I had said was that I would only if you said it was OK. "I don't know what the future holds Allie love," you say. "Do you like him, really like him?" "Yes mum, I do," she smiles, "and you have told me all about him. I can't wait to read his stories!" "Well, look darling, if it is possible, and he agrees, we will try and do something. I don't know though, because we don't know what is going to happen. OK?" Allie nods in thanks. "Now," you say with a smile, "I'm so hot for him I'm going to get him to come down." "What?" "I want him once more before we leave. I might not see him again." "I want to stay and watch!" says Allie suddenly. "Allie, you can't. I don't mind but he may not like it." "I can hide. The curtains are long enough. You must mummy. Really." She looks obstinate. "I won't run your secret errands any more unless you let me stay." Well you don't seriously think I will mind, probably be quite excited if I knew, so you nod in agreement. Then a very naughty idea pops into your head. "Right," you say picking up the phone, "down to bra and knickers then," she raises her eyebrows. "You'll want to stroke yourself I expect," you say with a smile, "clothing only gets in the way. Then behind the curtains." The phone rings. I roll over and pick it up. "Come down," I hear your voice, "come down. I want you!" "I'm on my own. My husband's gone to the conference for the morning. Come down. Please!" "Of course I will Cholita my angel. Five minutes." I want this as much as you. Never to see you again! The thought cripples my mind but there is nothing to be done just now. I throw on slacks, shirt, and sandals and make my way down to your room. I knock and you open the door. I take in your dressing gown, open and showing your nakedness underneath. My arms enfold you and hold you close. We kiss, passionately, and you lead me to the bed. You make short work of my clothes and we are soon both naked. You push me back on the bed determined to suck my cock for what might be the last time. I feel your hand on there, gently masturbating, whilst the other cradles my balls and strokes below across my anus. Your eyes fix mine as your lips open to take my cockhead inside. Your mouth is filled with saliva swirling around my erection. Your tongue reaches past your lips and under my cock, washing it and tasting the manliness of it. You love this, the taste of the night on your man's cock. You love it on mine, mixing with pre-cum now. Your head bobs up and down as you suck, cheeks puffing and sucking. Your hands play a tune on my cock and balls, sometimes a finger crossing my anus and teasing the muscle. It is too much, I have to stop you. "Cholita, Cholita, stop. Please." You raise your head, unhappy at being called away from this wonderful cock. "Come and kiss me," I say and you move up and we kiss, again and again. "Lay back," I say and you do. I look down on your wonderful body then move between your legs. Your pussy is wet and I can see the juice has run down over your anus still looking red from yesterdays excesses. I feel a sudden guilt but you smile up at me and I know you don't mind. My tongue finds your pussy, lapping at the juice, teasing the inner lips and then your clit. Then I notice the gooey white substance inside and a sudden suspicion fills my mind. I look up and raise my eyebrows in a question and smile. You nod and smile back. No words need to be exchanged but I know your husband has filled you with cum. I don't mind. It's from my Cholita so back to your cunt. I run my tongue lower and lick your anus, soothing you there before moving back to your pussy. "Fuck me darling," you say finally, "I need your cock inside me. Please!" I move into position and my cock finds itself slowly pushing into your cunt. I can feel the outer lips opening to receive me as I push forward. Slower now, I want to fuck you gently, so my entry is bit by bit. In, then out, then in a bit deeper until you are full. You have all of me inside your cunt. My pre-cum mixing with your husbands. I feel your body tense and your vagina grip tightly. You shudder as your climax arrives. I'm holding on, I want this to last for me so I fuck you through then lean forward and kiss you. "Doggy!" you whisper breathlessly, "doggy!" I pull back and you lazily turn over and kneel. I see your arse again before me. Beautiful globes split by a valley with a cavern of delight between. I am tempted, oh so tempted, to take you there again. Never mind the preparation, just to feel your tightness around my cock. But no, it wouldn't be right and it would mean what was possibly our last time together would be spoiled. So, cock in hand, I wipe the head across your anus and down to your cunt, pushing back in. I fuck you now, fuck you hard for a while then lean forward and kiss your neck, whisper in your ear. You turn your head, "Allie is behind the curtain," you whisper as I fuck you, "she wanted to watch." I smiled, "Did she now," I whisper, "time to have a little fun then?" "Fun?" "I won't fuck her Cholita, angel, it wouldn't be right. My cum is for you but perhaps I could 'punish' her a bit." You smile and nod. I pull away from you, move off the bed, and go to the curtains. I pull them open and see Allie, in bra and panties, standing there. She has one hand inside her panties and is obviously frigging herself. "Now then," I say with a smile, "what have we here?" If a woman could blush any redder I've never seen it. She looked like and advert for a London bus! "I . . . errr, I ummmmm. Nothing!" she finally managed to say. "It doesn't look like that hand is doing nothing," I say nodding at the hand in her panties. It is quickly removed. I reach for it and take the fingers in my mouth. "Mmm," I say with a smile, "certainly not nothing!" I can taste her on her fingers. "I think she should be punished Mike. She made me let her stay. Said she would run errands for me any more, you know, like leaving the note." "Mmm," I said pretending to be stern, "perhaps she should be punished. What do you think Allie, do you deserve to be punished?" "I . . . errrmm, I don't errr, know," she says looking wildly at us both. "Mmm," I said appearing to contemplate the issue, "mmmmm. Yes. I think she should be punished." I take her hand and draw her over to the bed on which I sit. "Turn around," I say so that she faces away from me. She is certainly her mother's daughter for she has a fabulous arse. I glance at you and raise my eyebrows questioningly. You smile and shake your head. I reach up and unclip her bra and slip it off then slide my hands down her body, across her waist, and to her gloriously full hips. Here my thumbs hook on her panties and, as my hands travel her hips, slide her panties down. I can sense her heavy breathing, almost feel her need now. The aroma of female arousal is strong as I turn her around and slip the panties over her feet and off. She has a lovely pussy, trimmed and shaved to a tiny landing strip above her cunt. It's all I can do to refrain from burying my face between her legs! "Across my legs Allie, for your punishment." I must admit that I'm not sure to this day whether she realised that we were only playing but she seemed willing to take up the position as she lay across my knees. You reach between my legs and raise my cock up so that it rests against her waist. I think you realise that I need as little stimulation as possible whilst I spank Allies fulsome and pert young arse. "Six first?" I ask you and you smile and nod. So, three quick, and not very hard, slaps on each chubby bottom cheek. They begin to redden now in that sensuous manner. I drag my fingers across her pussy, feeling the wetness, then up and over her anus causing a long, low sigh and a push back. I massage the cheeks and turn to you, "Another six?" "Oh no, please. No more." Well I didn't think I was hurting her so this was probably playing. "I think you have been very naughty Allie. Not only did you hide and watch but you've got all wet. Six more!" and with that I give her six more, three on each cheek. They are both nice and red now and my searching fingers find her even wetter. As I touch her there she pushes hard but I give her another slap, "Naughty, naughty Allie. Not allowed!" I smile at you and you smile back. It's obvious to both of us that Allie is very frustrated indeed. She hasn't cum yet and needs to. I decide to make her hang on a bit longer. "I'm going to fuck your mother now Allie and you can watch. Would you like to do that?" She nods eagerly. You, meanwhile, kneel up, bottom high. I move behind you and motion to Allie to kneel alongside. You can see my cock is pretty hard still, maintained by the very enjoyable spanking of Allie's gorgeous, and still virgin I realise, arse. "Would you like to suck it?" I ask fixing her with my eyes. She nods unable to meet them. I take her hand and place it on my cock. "Make her suck it darling, then put it in my cunt!" You say with a great big smile on your face. Allie looks at me in shock but doesn't demur. She bends and her mouth takes the head of my cock inside. Her tongue washes my cock as more is sucked inside and I begin to fuck her face gently. "Now," I say and she moves her head away and her hand guides my cock to her mother's cunt. Once there I drive home into you. One thrust deep inside. We are both pretty hot at the sequence of events and Allie's teasing. You push back hard as I fuck you deep. Long thrusts that have your buttocks slapping into my thighs. I can see the lust in Allie's eyes and a burning desire to have my cock, any cock I suspected, doing the same to her. After a while of this intense fucking I pull my cock from your cunt and offer it to Allie again, "Suck Allie, taste your mother and me." Allie eagerly grabs my cock and guides it into her mouth. I fuck her there for few moments then back to your cunt. Hard and deep again. I can't take much more of this so once more out and into Allie's mouth then back to your cunt for a final series of deep thrusts that fill you completely. You reach out for Allie. "Here! Kiss me Allie," you say passionately and, as your mouth closes over hers, you cum. Intense, deep, totally fulfilling, you flood my cock with juice that mixes with my cum. My balls have almost exploded at the scene we have taken part in and now, mother and daughter kissing have pushed me over the precipice and cum is flooding into your cunt, your womb, mixing with your husbands I think suddenly. I have a wicked idea. "Come here Allie, and suck out the last of my cum." She needs no second bidding as she moves back and attacks my still fairly hard cock with her mouth. She sucks it deep inside. So far inside I can feel the head hitting her throat and she sucks, boy does she suck. Every last drop disappears in her mouth. I pull away, "Would you like some more?" I ask with a smile. She nods enthusiastically. "Then underneath your mother. You can take it from her!" Allie looks at me, then at you. You smile and nod. Allie moves beneath and fastens her mouth on your cunt. She is sucking spunk from you. She thinks it's mine but it is mine and her father's. I move round and I can see your face, see you realise the sheer naughtiness of what is happening. Allie is eating her father's spunk from her mother's pussy! You are enjoying the attention to your pussy and I can see that you are near again so I bend my head and lend my tongue to Allie's. I gently lave your arsehole, tenderly soothing yesterday's soreness and adding to the pleasure Allie is giving you. Soon Allie has sucked you dry after you have flooded her face with yet another orgasm. I smile at you and mouth "Allie?" You nod in agreement. Time for Allie to cum! "Change places now Allie, on top!" So you and Allie move to a 69 with her on top. Your tongue works overtime on your daughters pussy and mine concentrates on her arse. I massage those glorious cheeks, stroke and caress then I part them to expose the valley between and her tiny little star. I run my tongue down the valley and meet your lips at her pussy. We kiss, tasting her, then go our separate ways. You tease her pussy and her clit. I rim her virgin arsehole then probe it's tightness with my tongue. A sob escapes her lips then her whole body shudders as a massive orgasm rocks her body showering you with female nectar. Allie flops down exhausted. You wriggle free of her and we kiss, tasting Allie again. "You are fabulous Cholita, fabulous!" You smile, "You aren't so bad yourself." "I'd better go," I say reluctantly looking at the collapsed form of Allie lying on the bed. "I don't want you to you know. I wish . . ." "I know love," I say softly, "but we have other lives." You nod. "Perhaps we will meet again?" "Yes, yes. I want to you know. Perhaps we can work something out?" "Keep in touch?" "I will," you say, "I want to read all your stories again." "Good, perhaps I will write a new one with you in mind?" You smile, "That would be nice -- and exciting!" I bend and kiss your lips one last time then I dress and take my leave. It's hard this parting but life must go on. The END -- or is it? * Please vote and comment. Positive are welcome, even negative if polite!