Chapter 85: 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 email 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.

[email protected]

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 reply.

[email protected]

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.

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 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 the rest of the laborers or I 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 stopped in high school and had absolutely no desire to continue his studies or go to 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 and 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, neither parent had any desire to take him in. Finally, after a 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 wing. 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 briefly, 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 started 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 twenty-five 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 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 that 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 wood. 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 and sometimes my face. 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 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, or it’s in their DNA. 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.”

For 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 hard and stiff, ready for its first entry into a vagina. 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 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 with my hands on his chest. 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.

Well, the sheets were somewhere, but definitely not between us. It was his hot skin against mine, and I wanted to feel more of it, so I grabbed his hands, put them above his head, and bent forward, tickling his nipples with mine, while invading his mouth with my tongue again. As you can imagine, I couldn’t hold his hands above his head for very long. He wriggled his hands free and grabbed my ass. No surprise there; he was Italian after all, and Italian men do have some sort of strange attraction for women’s bums. I kept on pumping and pumping, wondering if, even as a barely devirginized alpha male, he was going to take the lead. Again, I was not disappointed.

All the work on the land and the handling of barrels had given him strong muscles, which he was now using to turn me over. I didn’t want to resist him, as there is something unbelievably arousing when a man fully dominates you, especially if it’s a specimen like Fabio. Based on his next moves, I suspected that he had been watching porn. He pulled his sword out of my willing sheath, grabbed my legs, and put my feet almost next to my ears, opening me up completely. I wondered if he was going to try to put it in my ass, something I was totally unprepared for.

I shouldn’t have worried; he was clearly not ready yet for what I like to describe as the more advanced sex games. He did seriously increase the speed of his pumping, clearly ready to fill me with his babymakers, who in my case would never make any babies, but made me feel sooo good. If I had known that having sex with a virgin boy would give me these kinds of feelings, I would have gone looking for some more in the past. On second thought, that might not have been such a good idea. I definitely didn’t want to be earmarked as a cradle snatcher or a pedophile. If I ever do this again, I will make absolutely sure the boy is of legal age, just like Fabio has been since the day before.

In the position he had put me in, there was not much I could do to increase his arousal and make him cum. Then all of a sudden it hit me. I didn’t want him to put his wonder fucktool in my ass just yet, but maybe I could get him over the brink with some prostate massage. It wouldn’t be easy the way I was positioned, but hey, I had done crazier things under difficult conditions. But first, I tried to get my legs back down again. I explained, in two words, it would be better for me to have my legs wrapped around him instead of around my ears. He let me take them down, after which I did what I had explained to him, crossing my ankles around his back. A position he seemed to appreciate.

Excellent, I not only moved my legs around his back but also one arm and hand, while moving the other one towards my pussy, which I had the impression he didn’t have a problem with, probably thinking I needed to stimulate myself some more. This way, I could pick up some of my natural lubricant for my next move. That done, I moved arm and hand number two also to his back, letting them, together, slowly glide south until I felt his firm buttocks.

Feeling the young and firm muscles in his bum work hard to pump my pussy, was sheer pleasure. Once I had my hands on those, it was easy to fondle his brown eye a bit. OK, I love to fuck older men, like you, Lew, but to feel the strength and firmness of such a young ass going up and down is pure ecstasy. But back to my goal, a finger in this untouched ass to make the front fill me with a big load of sperm.

As one of my fingers was now nicely lubricated, it was no problem to insert the tip into his back door. His first reaction was to stop pumping, not understanding what was happening there. I took his mind off my strategic move by sucking his tongue deep into my mouth while at the same time pushing a bit harder at the other end, now succeeding in getting it in to the first joint. The effect couldn’t have been harder; he tried to put more of his cock inside of me, in an attempt to pull away from my intruding finger.

I was determined to get it in at least till the second knuckle, so I could wiggle it against his prostate and make him cum. The effect was earth-shattering. Fabio came, and he came, filling me to the brim with his baby batter. God, I had never before in my life felt so completely filled with a man’s essence.

All of a sudden, Fabio sat up again, and, looking at me still with some fear in his eyes, he asked, “No babies?”

“No, Fabio, there won’t be any babies, well, not this time anyway.”

That put him at ease, so he fell next to me, and we cuddled some, but all of a sudden, we heard someone calling out his name.

“Antonia!” we said simultaneously.

“She not find you with me.” He said.

I fully agreed, as you can imagine. Again, we heard her call him.

“Fabio, lunch!”

Then we realized that we had completely lost track of time, having fun. But if Antonia were to find us here, certainly in a state of undress, all hell would break loose. So Fabio jumped out of bed and started to dress in a hurry when we heard footsteps on the staircase leading up to his room. He didn’t bother to put on his underwear, just his jeans and T-shirt. While he was doing that, I grabbed my gear and hid in his bathroom; believe it or not, I even got into the bath and pulled the curtain closed. Then I heard Fabio open the door to his little studio and greet Antonia. I heard her reply, “Oh, here you are. I was looking all over for you. It’s time for lunch, Fabio. You never miss that one, so I got worried.

All that was in Italian, of course, but that’s what I made of it, based on my limited knowledge of the language at that time. I can assure you my knowledge has vastly improved since I started sleeping with Fabio. Yes, the best way to learn a foreign language is indeed in bed, but not alone, of course, as you can imagine.

Now you know why I have a boyfriend, unfortunately still very much unknown to Antonia. I can’t convince him to tell her. So to make it more acceptable for Antonia, and after the arrival of the girls, you know, Gina, Victoria, Zoë, and Fleur, I have decided to introduce him to other women, hoping that when Antonia finds out he’s also been having sex with several slightly older women, she won’t be all that opposed to me anymore.

If you want to learn more about our adventures with Fabio, I refer you to Fleur or Zoë, who I know have been writing to Tanja about their adventures in Tuscany. Just ask her; I’m sure she will forward their emails to you.

Cheers Lew,

PS Maybe one of these months you might be invited to my engagement party, if we can convince Antonia that it is OK for her grandson to marry a slightly older woman. Keeping my fingers crossed.

Cheers,

Dawn

That was a seriously long email Dawn had sent me, but it was quite an adventure as well. Now she has made me even more curious about the rest of the adventures on the wine farm in Tuscany. Will Fabio enjoy the pleasure of having sex with all five of the girls? God, I envied him. When I was eighteen, I had to make do with just one woman after my defloration. Not that I hadn’t loved every minute of it, but still being eighteen again and having sex with multiple women. God, I get a hard-on just thinking about it. Maybe I should contact my girls in the village more. It’s been a while since I shared a bed with Bethany or Astrid, or my cruise-mate Grace, all girls my age. But first, let me ask Tanja if she got any further emails from Fleur or any of the other girls.

And yes, she did. The next morning, when I opened my mailbox, I saw a few emails forwarded to me. Curious as I was, I opened them quickly.

---------- Forwarded message ---------

F [email protected]

To: Tanja

Subject: Fwd.: You are not going to believe this

Dearest Tanja,

Indeed, you are not going to believe what I’m about to tell you. You remember I told you in my previous e-mail (see Chapter 83) about Dawn wanting to introduce Fabio to other women, and I was the lucky one to be the first to handle that task, by reenacting the laundry scene from that famous Italian movie with Sophia Loren and Marcello Mastroianni. When you look back at it, you’ll see that I ended that email with a bit of a cliffhanger.

QUOTE

After this wonderful orgasm that Fabio gave me, something totally unexpected occurred.

UNQUOTE

And it did. All of a sudden, there was a knock on the door of his studio. We both froze. If that was Antonia, all hell would break loose. There was no time to hide anymore, and we were both naked in bed. Even Antonia wouldn’t believe we were just cuddling or kissing a bit. The door opened slightly, and it was Zoë’s head that peeped through. As you can imagine, we immediately relaxed.

“Good God, Zoë, are you trying to give us a heart attack?” I shouted.

Fabio looked at me, not understanding why my friend came knocking on his door, and still slightly bashful as he was, he desperately grabbed for the sheet to cover himself and me.

“There is no need to be shy, Fabio; we all know how beautiful you are, and we understand that you want to have some fun.”

“We not do anything.” Fabio managed to whisper in his broken English.

“Is that true, Fleur?” Zoë said with a wink.

Then, looking directly at Fabio, she said, “Would you like to have double fun, Fabio?”

“Not understand double fun,” Fabio replied, slowly turning red in the face.

“You know, Fabio, with two girls, instead of one,” Zoë replied while she ripped her T-shirt over her head, revealing the sexy bra she was wearing. Fabio’s eyes almost popped out of his head.

I, from my side, had slowly been pulling at the sheet that covered us both, trying to reveal Fabio’s naked body. Unfortunately, he felt it and grabbed the sheet again, firmly holding on to it.

Zoë’s next move was definitely meant to arouse Fabio’s interest in a threesome. She started to pull down the zipper of the shorts she was wearing, slowly but steadily revealing a pair of matching panties. I felt Fabio’s cock stir against my thigh. I sneaked my hand towards it, but Fabio stopped me.

Now in her underwear, Zoë approached the bed, climbed onto it on her knees, and started crawling slowly towards the top, in the process straddling Fabio. When she had arrived at the level of his knees, she took a firm hold of the sheet, surprising him, and pulled it down, unveiling his, in the meantime, rock-hard cock. Well, not entirely visible yet, as he was hiding it with his hands.

Bending forward, she gently took his hands and removed them from his love toy, then bent forward, taking it immediately into her mouth while I invaded his mouth with my tongue to distract him. It was a good thing I had taught him it was imperative to take a shower after anal sex, or else Zoë would have had a taste of my ass. Not that she hadn’t before—we regularly indulge in some rimming, but that is still a bit different from taking a poop-covered cock directly in your mouth.

The feeling of Zoë’s hot mouth and tongue going to work on his aroused cock made Fabio moan. I couldn’t help myself from asking him if it felt good, but got no reply. I could only guess it did, as he had closed his eyes, moaning some more.

I, too, had become seriously aroused again and wanted to feel that velvet tongue of his, tickling my pussy once more, so I made a bold move, straddling his head, and parking my pussy on his face. This time, there was no hesitant exploring of the pussy lips like the first time; no, it was an immediate full attack on my pussy, trying to stick his tongue as deep as it would go up my chute. His hands, no longer covering his lovely cock had moved towards my butt, kneading my buns. Typically Italian.

God, he was a natural; he knew exactly how to make my juices start to flow and seemed to like the taste as well. We were all three moaning like crazy, giving that little bit of extra power to our manipulations.

All of a sudden, Zoë let go of Fabio’s cock, sat up, moved forward, took hold of his cock, and placed it strategically at the entrance of her pussy, looking at me, as if asking my permission to impale herself on this gorgeous fuck tool. I just nodded, after which she let herself slowly but surely go down, letting Fabio’s cock open up her pussy lips, letting the blood-engorged purple head of his cock slide inside of her. There was no need for a condom, as the only women Fabio had had sex with were Dawn and myself, and we trusted Dawn.

It was the most enticing spectacle to see this beautiful man-tool disappear centimeter by centimeter inside my friend’s pussy. Without uttering one word, her face told the story of how good this felt for her. When their pubes were kissing each other, she began to come up again, and I saw Fabio’s cock slide out, covered in Zoë’s juices. She kept the bulbous head inside and started to descend again, making the beautiful toy disappear in her body again.

Before continuing her up-and-down dance, she came forward and kissed me, throwing in some tongue. From then on, she began to descend faster every time it slid out again. Oh God, my Zoë was like a real ballet dancer when it came to fucking a cock, and I loved to watch this enticing pas de deux of pussy and cock.

Fabio’s tongue was also bringing me closer and closer to the ultimate pleasure, as I think Zoë’s pussy was doing to him. Since the first time I had sex with him, he had clearly learned a lot. With what I had been doing with his cock, and now adding Zoë’s contribution, he seemed to be able to hold off his ultimate pleasure very well. Will we be able to experience a trio orgasm? It would definitely be a first for me and Zoë, and definitely for Fabio.

Zoë and I had begun Frenching again, while playing with each other’s tits. Well, Zoë only used one hand, as the other had disappeared behind her back. I guessed she was tickling Fabio’s balls with that one. The way she was positioned, it would be physically rather difficult, if not impossible, to stick a finger in his back door to massage his prostate. Something that he would not need to make him cum.

I was definitely getting close to the point of no return, and my guess was that Zoë wasn’t too far off either. We needed to make sure Fabio was getting close to that point as well. A nod from my head gave Zoë the unspoken instruction to make it happen. I knew she could do it; I had felt the way she can flex her pussy muscles numerous times when I was finger-fucking her during our numerous lovemaking sessions.

I could almost immediately feel the effect of Zoë’s action. It was as if she had switched on an additional little motor in Fabio’s tongue, increasing both the movement and the suction. If somebody could make a little machine that produced that much suction on a woman’s clit as Fabio’s mouth did at the moment, they would make a fortune with it. Especially for all these lonely women pining for sexual relief.

And when it happened, we came, all three of us together. I think it was a good thing that I covered Fabio’s mouth with my squirting pussy as the noise we were making could probably be heard a mile away.

So much for our threesome with Fabio, but believe me, it got even more unbelievable in the coming week. But again, it’s late, and I need some shut-eye, so the rest of our adventures with Fabio will be for another time.