Well they say every picture tells a story and this is turning into a real photo shoot. I never imagined for one moment that finding an old swimming costume and some hot shots of my father's lover in the attic would open the door to so many adventures. Or that I'd end up sucking Enrico's dick in Ecuador. If you want full details of the event I'm afraid you'll have to read parts one and two of this unholy trilogy because if I keep going back I'll never go forward and we'll never see the end of it.

Part two finished with Enrico trying on the swimsuit which he had left behind with my father when they'd split up twenty years previously. I'd brought it with me on my first visit to Ecuador and the Galapagos Islands. It was weird having sex with Enrico because he kept talking to me as if he was talking to my father. It was weird but it was wonderful. It was also dangerous because his wife and two sons could have come home at any minute. Especially as his elder son, Orlando, had been my boy friend for the past six weeks. As you can see the plot thickens at least as much as Enrico's dick when I finally got it in my ass. But I haven't reached that point yet. The best is still to come.

"I so much want to fuck you," said Enrico after our first encounter "But I daren't do it here."

I rubbed my nose against the cotton of the swimsuit and was gratified to feel him grow hard again.

"You're as yellow as your swimsuit," I said regretting my words immediately.

I have a big dick and an even bigger mouth.

My dick was raring to go but what Enrico said was a real downer.

"I left Robert because I didn't want to ruin his family and I surely don't intend to ruin mine."

It was the first time he'd mentioned my father's name and I still didn't know why they'd split.

"What do you mean exactly?" I said. "Explain."

"His girl friend was pregnant with you and he wanted to marry her."

"And?"

"And I foolishly said it's either her or me."

"And?"

"And he said if you go I never want to see you again."

"And!"

"And I went. Period. End of story. Start of a new life. I met Eva on the rebound."

"It's not the end of the story," I said, "What happened to my mother?"

"She died giving birth to you. Sorry to sound so dramatic."

He was sitting on the bed next to me and I was stroking his cock.

My past felt like a far away dream. But it obviously was very real to him.

"I loved Robert very much," he said, tears beginning to appear on his beautiful face.

"I was only eighteen. I would have died for him."

"And he seems to have died for want of you." I said. "He was always so unhappy."

"Don't be so melodramatic and don't exaggerate and please don't make me feel guilty."

The thought of my departed father's sadness made me start to cry myself and we tried to console one another. Naturally and inevitably we started making love in spite of the imminent danger.

"I don't want to be a substitute for my father," I said as he moved down to kiss my dick.

"You're not," he said. "Anyway your dick's completely different."

"Just like Orlando," I said, my big mouth taking over again.

Fortunately he already knew his son and I were an item. Orlando however knew nothing about my obsession for his father and my secret quest for his dick. I dreaded the day he found out.

"I can't fuck you here," he said again. "We'll have to find a way of being completely alone."

"Never mind," I said. "It's just so great being here with you. I didn't think it was possible."

In fact it was a minor miracle although I knew we were both in danger of re-living his affair with my dad. As I said it was weird and it was wonderful and it was also probably perverse. But so exciting and so deliciously dangerous.

"I'll see you at dinner," he said, kissing me like we'd always known each other. Which we had.

I got up and had a shower after he'd left. I was starving and went down to raid the kitchen.

"I see you've made a full recovery," Orlando said rather too sarcastically.

We'd had our first row the day before and he'd been sulking ever since.

"Yes thanks," I said and tried to kiss him. He ducked out of the way.

"Can't we kiss and make up?" I asked.

"You'll have to kiss my dick first," he said.

"Ok," I said. "How about right now?"

Surprised, he sat on the kitchen table and I opened his pants like I was filleting a fish and went down on him. His dick was hot and hungry. So was I.

"Oh, oh, oh," he said, sliding his lips up and down. "I've missed your mouth so much."

I gave him the best blow job I'd ever given him and drank his sweet cum.

"You bastard," he said. "Why did you make me wait so long?"

I didn't answer. How could I tell him that after finally achieving my goal I was quite happy to keep it in the family. Still while sucking his fat cock I realised I was walking a thin line. How could I fuck and be fucked by both father and son without blowing my cover so to speak. I really loved Orlando but desired Enrico. Deep down I knew I wanted to feel his cock deep inside me and then ask him if I was a better fuck than my father. He'd been right when he told me I was a perverse little bugger. Not that he used those precise words even though his English was near perfect.

I wondered what else my father had taught him. Time would tell.

The days passed pleasantly and Orlando and I went swimming. Sometimes alone, sometimes with his 17-year-old brother Ugo. He was a hot little number too. Especially in a swim suit. He glowed with health and he rippled with muscles. Not big ones but firm and evenly distributed. I was sorely tempted to touch them but didn't. Who knows what I would have ended up touching. Orlando said he'd like to take me sailing but didn't have his license yet although he often worked as a tourist guide. I very much wanted to go sailing too but with his father. The chance came when Orlando was offered a three-day job. He asked if I'd like to join the group but I said I had a hankering to see things on my own and maybe learn a little Spanish. He swallowed my story but I almost blushed as I said it. I knew the next step would be for me to ask Enrico to take me sailing. Eva was busy working and it seemed Ugo often got seasick so the coast was clear. We left the next morning.

I almost got seasick myself but the constant sight of Enrico's butt and bulge kept me on an even keel. That evening we moored in Marchena and he took me to his bungalow. My heart was in my mouth and his dick was soon in my ass. Accustomed as I was to Orlando's shy sensitivity and gentleness I was somewhat taken aback by the look of naked animal lust in his father's eyes. It sent a chill through my body and the blood rushing to my head and my already engorged cock.

"You hot little fucker," he cried like someone in a Jackie Collins novel. "Finally you're mine."

I must say these fervent words were a further shock to my system as before my very eyes Enrico shed layers of culture and civilisation and became an absolute beast as he shed my clothes and then proceeded to shred my ass. His tongue was slurping between my butt cheeks before I could even say what 'a nice little place you have here' or 'go easy with me' or similar Jackie Collins banalities.

My guide book had told me that the Galapagos were so-called because of their strange likeness to the tortoise shell on a Spanish saddle. I was soon feeling like a tortoise shell on a Spanish saddle myself as Enrico rode my butt to perdition. Almost as if he were paying me back for some ancient grudge. To quote the guide book again it spoke about "volcano summits and tortured lava flows" which conjure up just the right image to describe my night of sex with my father's ex-lover. His dick took me to Olympic heights and the edge of countless volcanoes and most definitely tortured my lava flows. These were dying to burst their banks as soon as he began busting my butt. But true to the adage 'like father, like son,' he took even longer to come than Orlando.

I'd set out to ask him if I was a better fuck than my father and suddenly here I was making the same comparisons. When he was just on the verge of coming he lifted my legs over my head till I was bent double and using my legs as levers pounded his cum into my ass like someone drilling for oil and roared like an erupting volcano himself One again I thought 'like father, like son' and began to wonder if they knew just how much they had in common. I also wondered if I might dare suggest a threesome one day. Orlando seemed to like threesomes although he might balk at this one.

Once again I came spontaneously. This time all over Enrico's chest and narrowly missed his mouth.

We fell asleep in each other's arms but during the night he started working my ass again and fucked me in three positions until he finally came. He didn't say much but what he did say disturbed me more than a little. He kept calling me Robert or Bobby or Bobby baby. I tried to protest and correct him but by then I was too far gone and my tongue was otherwise engaged as I moaned and groaned and raised the ceiling. When we'd washed up and had a picnic of smoked salmon and champagne - just like in a Jackie Collins novel - I mentioned the name lapse to him but he changed the subject and started asking me questions about what Orlando and I did in bed.

"Couldn't we talk about something else?" I asked him.

"What for instance?"

"Tell me about this island and why it's so infamous."

So he told me about the Baroness and the villa and her three lovers.

"They all died mysteriously," he said, "And the mystery has never been solved."

"Sounds a bit like our story all over again," I said. "You, me and my father."

"And Orlando," he said.

"And Orlando," I said. "Let's hope we don't meet the same fate. He's pretty jealous."

"He has reason to be," he said running his hands all over my butt and parting my ass cheeks.

"You know of course that he's totally hung-up on you." he continued inserting a canny finger.

"He creams his jeans every time we even talk about you. I'm creaming mine now."

His finger was touching my love button and making me feel as horny as hell.

"I'd love to see his face if he was here now." he said. The conversation was taking a strange turn.

I groaned as my ass swallowed his finger. He pulled me towards him by my hardening dick.

"Why don't I call him and ask him to join us? I'd love to see you two getting it off together."

His finger was doing such things to me I couldn't think straight. I writhed and groaned and writhed and groaned some more and arched my back as his mouth took a firm hold of my dick.

For a moment he was silent. Busy taking my dick on a trip to paradise. His finger was halfway up my ass and my dick halfway down his throat. I felt like I was being penetrated at both ends. I was convinced that my dick was going to meet his finger any time soon. Thank God Orlando was miles away on another island because I swear I was one suck, one thrust away from saying yes, yes, yes.

He released my dick for a moment. Long enough to take a breather and to take my breath away.

"You know he's here don't you? On the island. He's taking tourists round Marchena to see the sights and the villa. It's a tourist attraction. We may hear the key turn in the lock at any moment."

And with that he went back to work on my dick. My heart stopped and my dick froze in his hot mouth. "Not in the middle of the night," I said.

"Maybe not, but definitely early in the morning. The boat gets in at six thirty."

I wondered why he was telling me all this. His tone had changed and so had his nature. He sounded almost cruel as if he wanted to make me suffer. As if he envied my relationship with his son and wanted Orlando to catch us in the act. Fucking like overheated dogs or something. As if he wanted to burst the pretty bubble of our six-week affair. But he'd got me so far gone and horny by now I was ready to risk Orlando's wrath for just one more father-fuck. I promised myself it was going to be the last and that I was going to go out with a bang. "Fuck me," I said. "Fuck me rigid."

"That's it baby," he said. "You sound just like your father talking."

My ass gripped his finger involuntarily at these words. They were like a bucket of cold water in my face and on my dick. I suddenly realized I didn't mean anything to him. I was just a piece of ass. A piece of ass that reminded him of my father. He was only getting back at him through me. This was not the romantic time trip I had envisaged. Suddenly I missed Orlando and his tender attentions. I realized how precious he was to me and wriggled my butt to try to get myself free.

"Yea, my pretty baby," Enrico said, "Flex those beautiful British butt cheeks for me. Take it all in. Show me what a butt slut you really are. Just like your father was before you."

Before I could protest at this final insult I was moaning from the force of his brutal boner entering me like a torpedo. There was nothing loving or tender about it. No harmonious meeting of man and nature. Just sheer savage cruelty. He battered my butt like a frustrated housewife taking it out on the carpet and the more I wriggled and screamed the more he laid it on to me until I almost passed out with the pleasure and the pain and the brutal but fabulous fuck I was getting. After a while his eyes glazed over and he became almost delirious. "This will teach you to run out on me. This will teach you to choose that bitch over me."

He fucked me long and he fucked me strong. And he fucked me boneless. As we reached our combined climax he was foaming at the mouth and I was foaming at the butt. It was then that I heard the front door bang and Orlando coming up the stairs. "Please don't come up just yet," I screamed. "I've just been sick all over the bed."

But it wasn't the smell of vomit that met his nostrils when Orlando entered the bedroom but his father's hot spunk as he came all over my broken butt. I had one brief look at his hurt incredulous face and then he turned his back on us and ran down the stairs. History had repeated itself again.

I'm back in England now. After a hasty retreat. I spoke of illness in the family but I know I didn't convince Eva or even Ugo although hopefully they thought that Orlando and I had maybe fallen out over some girl who'd never actually appeared on the horizon. I left a note for Orlando begging his forgiveness but how can you forgive the unforgivable.

I've been back for six months now. Alice greeted me in her usual off hand way when I arrived as if I'd just slipped out for a newspaper or some cigarettes or something.

"Well," she said, eyeing me quizzically. "Did you see the world?"

"Oh yes," I said. "That and much, much more." And surprised her by bursting into tears.