The Photo Shop

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Chapter 84: Adventures with Fabio

After reading Fleur's last email, it was too late to call Tanja, so I had to postpone my question about the follow-up mail from Fleur. She sure as hell made me very curious with her remark about this totally unexpected thing that had happened. But bright and early, I called her. I hoped she was already at the club; usually, she is there very early. When I started to give up hope of getting her on the phone this early, she picked up after the tenth ring.

"I hope that it is urgent, Lew, calling me this early."

"Sorry, Tanja, hey, you know me, I always get up at seven, and I know you are an early riser too, so I took a chance."

"It's OK, and before you ask, I haven't received another email from Fleur yet. Or did you need something else?"

"No, not really. I was only thinking about sending an email to Dawn to hear her side of this story."

"That's an idea. I would like to read that too, especially how she got her love affair with Fabio started."

"Yes, as far as I know, she never had a boyfriend before."

"She didn't?"

"Well, not as far as I know. Linda had one, but that ended badly."

"How do you know?"

"Well, one day she came to me for some, let's call it, fatherly advice concerning a boy she was seeing."

"Oh, I didn't know. What happened?"

"From what she told me, he was no good, so I advised her to end it as quickly as possible, which she did. And come to think of it, I don't think I've heard from her since."

"Yeah, it's been a while since I saw her last as well. I wonder what happened to her?"

"Yeah, me too. I think I'll try to give her a ring one of these days to find out."

"Yes, please do, and if you speak to her, let me know."

'OK, I will, but coming back to the reason for my call, I gather you haven't heard from our Canadian girls' adventures with Fabio yet?"

"No, and believe me, I'm as curious as you are about what she meant with that last remark. When I get a new mail, I'll forward it ASAP."

"Thanks, I appreciate it. Cheers for now."

"Yeah, cheers, Lew."

I crawled behind my computer to email Dawn and try to find out what the story with this Fabio character was.

Lew.Emmett@skynet.comreply reply to all forward

To Dawn

Subject: Hello from your home country

Hey Dawn,

Long time no hear. How is Italian life treating you? Is Antonia working your tail off, or is it just a life of leisure, with nothing else to do than tasting different wines? You've been there now, what? eight months, and I haven't heard from you since you left us. Is there some handsome Italian somewhere who is keeping you busy? Or are the Canadian girls keeping you busy?

If you can find the time, between all your studies and wine tasting, I would like to hear from you, or should I ask Antonia what you have been up to since I last saw you at Catharina's and Mario's festivities?

Cheers,

Lew

I hoped that Dawn would reply quickly, and of course, I was extremely curious if she would tell me about her adventures with this Fabio character and the Canadian girls.

Well, she didn't disappoint me, as a few hours later, I got a return mail.

Dawn.DeBakker@gmail.comreply reply to all forward

To: Lew Elmmett

Subject: Greetings from Italy

Hey Lew,

You are so right; I've been neglecting you, and I apologize for my lack of information, but I've been so busy, especially lately, since the Canadian girls arrived. They bring loads of adventure. I'm surprised that they haven't emailed you telling you about their adventures. I know they sent a few emails to Tanja; maybe you should ask her to forward them to you. Some of them are pretty hot, especially after my boyfriend got involved.

Yes, Lew, I've got a boyfriend, an Italian boyfriend, Fabio. He's Antonia's grandson. If you correspond with Antonia, please don't mention it to her; she doesn't know, and we want to keep it that way, at least for a while yet.

But let me start from the beginning. When I arrived here for my training, I had to start at the bottom, working the vineyards. Pruning, fertilizing, and everything else that is needed to grow the grapes the way Antonia wants them to grow to produce her fantastic wines. That was my life for the first six months I was here. Most of the time I spent with the other farmhands, a lot were almost the same age as Antonia and had worked their whole lives for her.

And then one day, a young-looking boy showed up. At first, I didn't have much to do with him, as he was, for one or other reason unknown to me, only working together with the foreman. He was also staying in a different building than the one where I or the rest of the laborers were staying. A lot of rumors started to do the rounds.

He was the son of an influential person, he was an underage convicted drug criminal, and he was an abandoned child. The last thing seemed the most plausible, as he was young. We later learned that he was seventeen when he arrived. In the end, Antonia put an end to all the rumors by announcing that he was one of her grandsons, who had finished high school and had no desire to continue his studies in college.

After a few months, he joined our team, and I got to know him a bit better. He was indeed seventeen but would turn eighteen in a few months. While talking to him, working together in the vineyard, bit by bit, he told me the whole story. His parents had always had a difficult relationship and finally divorced about a year ago. Due to the years of problems between them, his parents had more or less neglected him, so his school results had gone from bad to terrible. Finally, when the divorce became a reality and neither parent had any desire to take him in. Finally, after a month's month-long legal battle, Antonia, being his grandmother, was appointed as his guardian. Because his parents had been constantly fighting, he did not have a very nice childhood. Also, at the private school he had attended, he had never made any friends.

It was probably my maternal feelings that made me take him under my wings. That and because he was so good-looking and completely innocent. The school he had attended was boys-only, so he had never interacted with girls.

To put it short, he was a virgin, and I made it my mission to remedy that once he turned eighteen. And one thing led to another, and we are seeing each other. It had to be very secret, though. Antonia cannot know about it; she is convinced that an older woman, and yes, I'm an older woman, being 25 already, will corrupt him and use him purely for her pleasure and dump him. I can assure you that it is absolutely not the case; we are very much in love with each other.

The problem with Antonia is that she cannot understand that an Italian man would want to hook up with a woman who is older than he is. Traditionally, in Italy, men always marry a younger woman. The perfect proof for her of how wrong it is to marry an older woman is her own son, Fabio's father, who indeed married an older woman.

When I will have relieved him of his virginity, I want to introduce him to a few other women as well, so he can form a well-informed opinion about women in general. So when Gina, Victoria, Fleur, and Zoë arrived, they were a godsend. I know that they won't take Fabio away from me, but I know they are willing to have a go at him to further his sexual education. As you can imagine, we have to be very careful, with mother hen Antonia hovering over him.

But first, let me tell you about his eighteenth birthday celebration, when I turned him into a man, and he became my secret boyfriend. As you can imagine, it wasn't on the day itself. There was a huge party, and all his uncles, aunts, nieces, and cousins were there. That was quite a collection, as Antonia had five sons, but I guess you knew that. The only people missing were his parents, and that was very sad. But we all made up for it with the celebration.

It was the day after I made my move. I knew where his room was and went looking for him before anybody was awake on the farm. When I entered his room, he was still fast asleep, so I woke him with a kiss on his forehead, just like I'd heard Antonia did regularly. He woke up with a smile on his face, but that quickly turned to a frightened look when he saw it was not his beloved grandmother but me bending over him. I quickly reassured him everything was OK and immediately kissed him full on the mouth. That surprised him completely. He asked me, in his broken English, what I was doing, and I said, "Kissing you, of course."

"Why you kissing me?"

"Don't you like to be kissed?" I asked him.

"Never kissed like this before," he replied.

"I think it's time, now that you have turned eighteen, that you are kissed by a woman in an adult fashion. These days, most boys get kissed for the first time when they are two years younger than you are now."

"Is so?"

"Yes, Fabio, I think it's high time for you to experience the joys of making love to a woman."

I grabbed the sheet that was covering him and yanked it away. Believe it or not, he was completely naked, sporting a hard-on. Probably his morning woody. So I took a step away from the bed, grabbed the hem of my dress, and lifted it over my head, bringing me into the same state of undress as he was in. His eyes almost popped out of his head.

"Never seen a naked woman, Fabio?" I asked.

He was completely speechless, totally overwhelmed by my actions; I saw his eyes move back and forth between my boobs and my crotch. For the rest, he didn't move, so I kept on taking the initiative, climbed on the bed, and straddled his legs, his beautiful, erect penis pointing to the ceiling in front of my belly.

Looking him in the eyes, I asked, "Would you like to touch me?"

He didn't respond, so I took his hands and placed them on my boobs. Again, nothing. He had absolutely no idea what to do. I bent forward and kissed him again, but this time I slid my tongue against his lips and tried to push the tip in. Somewhere, he understood what was expected of him, I guess, as he opened his mouth tentatively and let me enter. I have no idea if he had ever watched porn, but the feeling of his hands on my boobs seemed to trigger some response as he began to slowly knead them. I'm sure he felt my boobs respond to his manipulations, my nipples getting hard against the palms of his hands.

God, Lew, it felt so good to feel a pair of virgin hands against my titties. All of a sudden, he began to breathe hard. He squeezed my boobs even harder, and I felt his body get stiff and my belly wet from his first female-induced orgasm, spraying his and my belly with his cum.

His face became completely red, guilt written all over it. He began to apologize for what had happened. I immediately reassured him that this was a very normal reaction, stopping him from trying to get out from under me. I told him to stay put and got up to fetch a towel from his bathroom to clean him and myself up. When I returned, he had already grabbed a handkerchief from his nightstand and had cleaned himself up. I handed him the towel and gestured to my spunk-covered belly, which he quickly wiped clean.

"I would have done that for you, Fabio. Now, tell me, did you enjoy the feeling?"

He just shook his head in a yes gesture but remained silent, clearly not knowing how to respond.

"Would you like me to continue to play with you, Fabio?"

Again, he shook his head, responding positively.

His still semi-erect cock looked so yummy; I definitely wanted to suck it, so I bent forward and took him in my mouth. His first reaction was to push me away, shouting, "No, NO, NO," but I persevered, holding on to his cock with one hand and using my full weight to keep him from pushing me up. Believe it or not, he quickly gave up when he began to feel how my manipulations were affecting his body. His cock, which had gone slightly down after his initial ejaculation, came up in full force again, and when I looked up, I saw that he had closed his eyes, thoroughly enjoying his first blowjob. Well, I guessed it was his first one, being a virgin. He confirmed later that, indeed, he had never been blown before.

As he had never had sex before, I concluded he had never seen a naked female body before, let alone played with it or touched it. This seemed the best opportunity to introduce him a bit closer to one of the most important parts of the female anatomy, a pussy.

So I climbed on the bed again, but this time I took up a 69 position, parking my ass and cunt right in front of his face. I really wondered what he was going to do now, confronted with my wet, glistening pussy, while I was sucking on his cock.

The first thing I felt was his hands on my bum. That obsession for a female's ass, I guessed, was something that Italian men get together with the mother's milk they suck out of their mother's titties. He was gentle, didn't pinch or slap it; he just gave it an exploring rub, like he had done with my titties before. After a few seconds, I felt him sort of pull my buns apart. I guess he wanted to find out about the hidden cave. The next thing I felt was an exploring finger moving from my ass, over my perineum, to my vagina. It was so arousing that I had a little shiver.

All of a sudden, the finger disappeared, and I heard him ask, "Pain?"

Oh my God, the poor thing thought he was hurting me, as I wanted him to continue his exploration, hoping he would have the courage to stick his finger in me. I set him straight very quickly.

"No, Fabio, it feels so good; maybe you can kiss me there."

A long time nothing happened; his brain was probably trying to translate what I wanted him to do.

Then I felt him place a chaste kiss on my labia, probably trying to figure out what it felt or tasted like. I hoped that he liked what he felt and tasted and continued his oral exploration. I was definitely giving him the blowjob of his life to nudge him in the right direction. Then, out of the blue, the next thing I felt was a tentative lick from his tongue, followed by another kiss.

I couldn't control myself anymore and wanted to know what he felt, so I asked.

"You like Fabio?"

At first, there was no response, as his brain was probably again translating what I had asked while he stopped his first oral adventure. Then, after what seemed to me like an eternity, he responded, "Nice, is nice."

"So Fabio, you like?"

"Yes, Fabio, like," he replied and attacked my pussy now in full force with his mouth and tongue. I had no idea where or how he learned it, so I concluded that he was a natural, while fully enjoying the feelings he was creating with his mouth in my pussy and with his gorgeous cock in my mouth.

OK, he just had an orgasm, but I must say he kept going and going. The only thing that came out of his cock was some pre-cum, and it tasted good. I hoped that he would keep on licking and sucking my pussy and make me cum before he did. Well, Lew, I was not disappointed. Strangely enough, my first thought was of you and how you can go on forever. Fabio promised to be a good competitor in that competition.

Yes, he made me cum in a glorious way. When I stopped sucking his cock after my orgasm and lay still over his body, he became a bit nervous and asked me if I was OK.

Of course, I was OK. I felt great, and my pussy was ready to do what it had come to do in the first place: deflower him. So I quickly got up, turned around, and straddled him. His cock was ready for its first entry into a vagina, hard and stiff. My pussy was ready as well, with all the juices Fabio had managed to make it produce with his first-ever cunnilingus performance. I bet he didn't even know the word, but he sure knew how to do it.

I grabbed his cock, placed it right below my vagina, and slowly but surely impaled myself on it. Fabio immediately put his hands under my tush and tried to push me up again.

"No, no, make babies!" He cried out.

I put a finger over his lips and shut him up.

"We will not make babies, Fabio. I am protected. Just enjoy the ride, because this one you will only make once in your life.

He looked at me with big question marks in his eyes, clearly not understanding what I meant. I concluded that this was the moment to try my knowledge of Italian, so I started to explain to him in the few words I had learned during my stay here that now he was no longer a virgin boy but a man. It sounded a bit better than when he spoke English, and I managed to make him understand that this was only the first of many pleasures to come, but this could only happen once in his life.

And pleasure he had, when I started to move up and down on his love toy, steadying myself on his chest with my hands. My movements made my boobs bounce up and down, and that helped to take his mind off the baby-making topic. He immediately began trying to grab them with his hands. I felt his cock get even bigger and harder than before. I didn't want to go too crazy, as I hoped that he would last a bit longer than before, also giving me the pleasure I was so desperate to get. Don't forget that I had gone without sex for a little over six months, thinking and imagining how it would be if I managed to get him between my sheets, and now it was I between his sheets.