Chapter 2

At the Abruzzo vineyard, Alberto had made it over to the barn where he saw Alessio Abruzzo and Mattia Tocci. The two men had just finished mending the last few grape baskets when Alberto, with a bit of nervousness, stepped up to them.

“Buon giorno signore Abruzzo, signore Tocci.” Alberto greeted the two men politely, though his attention was mostly towards Adriana’s father Alessio.

“Buon giorno Alberto.” Alessio smiled when he saw his friend Lorenzo’s son. The young man was as hardworking as his father, and always eager to help out during the busy harvests, even after having helped his father. Though, his daughter Adriana might have had something to do with his eagerness. Of course, he wasn’t completely blind to the way Adriana looked at the young man either.

“Buon giorno.” Even though they didn’t know each other that well, they had, of course, worked alongside each other on the Abruzzo’s vineyard from time to time when Alessio needed some extra hands, Mattia was still a bit surprised that Alberto called him Signore, since he was only four years older.

“Signore Abruzzo, I…” Alberto gulped. Not only was he going to proclaim his love for his daughter, but he was doing it in front of a small audience as well.

“I am in love with Adriana, and I hope…” Alberto nervously looked down a little before looking back up at Alessio.

“That it would be okay with you if we see each other.” Alberto hoped with all of his heart that Adriana’s father wouldn’t mind.

“I see.” Alessio stood up and looked at Alberto in a somewhat of a stern manner. Inside he was smiling, he was only pretending to be rigid about what he had just been told. In fact, he was quite fond of the young man, and he couldn’t think of a better man for his daughter. And with how Eleonora had talked about Adriana and Alberto, he knew that his wife was fond of the young man as well.

Mattia now knew why Alberto had been so formal and called him Signore as well. He would, of course, have done the same thing if another person had been around when he had asked Signore Abruzzo about Rafaella.

“And how does my daughter feel about you?” Alessio asked trying to keep his stern look.

“She’s… by some miracle… in love with me as well, Signore Abruzzo.” Alberto got rather nervous when he saw the way Signore Abruzzo looked at him.

“Come here, son.” Alessio opened his arms to Alberto and smiled.

“Of course it is okay for you to see her.” Alessio embraced Alberto who lit up like the son.

“Grazie, Signore Abruzzo.” Alberto couldn’t have been happier. Both of Adriana’s parents had embraced him.

“Now, no more of that Signore, I’m Alessio.” Alessio saw the smile on Alberto’s face. If he had to guess, he had himself looked quite like that once upon a time when he had asked Eleonora’s father Livio for her hand.

“Grazie, Alessio.” Alberto thank Adriana’s father again.

“I think this calls for an early aperitivo.” Alessio smiled and suggested that they would celebrate with the Italian tradition of having a light drink or meal before dinner.

“Magari un'altra volta, grazie Alessio, but unfortunately Isabella and I have to go into town for some errands,” Alberto said that he would have loved to, but he couldn’t neglect his chores.

“Ah, well, next time then Alberto.” Alessio needed no further explanation. It was nearing the end of the harvest, a very busy time of the year, and on many vineyards, they were getting ready to house visitors from other parts of Italy as well as other parts of the world.

“Grazie, buon giorno.” Alberto thanked Alession again before saying goodbye. He knew that he was already a bit late and that his sister was probably waiting for him.

“Buon giorno.” Alessio and Mattia both waved.

“That doesn’t stop us from celebrating with a bit of aperitivo, does it, Mattia?" Alessio smiled and patted his son in law on his back as the two headed up towards the house.

Hurrying home, Alberto ran between the rows of to make up some time.

“Hu-uh-hu-uh.” He bent over in order to catch his breath when he flew out from the last row in front of his home. As he looked up, he saw his sister stomping her feet, looking at him.

“Someone sure took his time.” Isabella had planned to go and look at some new dresses at Floriana’s clothing boutique, but now that her brother was late, she might not have time.

“Scusi Isa.” Alberto still panting heavily apologized to his sister and called her by her nickname.

“Well, okay, but we better get going,” Isabella had never really been able to stay upset with her brother.

“Okay.” Alberto hopped over to the cargo bicycle they used when they had to pick up more supplies than they could carry. Once on it, Isabella sat down on the front cargo bed and off he peddled.

The landscape that surrounded the dirt road they rode down was beautiful and lush, full of blooming trees and flowers. All along the scenic road, the birds chirped their summery tune. That it was a valley of vineyards and orchards was clear as day. Where one field of grapevines ended, a grove of fruit trees began. Many of the fields had been worked for centuries, and perhaps even longer, evident by the short in height, stone walls that marked where one field began and ended.

“You know, I can handle most of the pickups if you’d like to walk around town.” Alberto felt a bit bad for being late and hoped that he could maybe make it up to his sister.

"No, that's okay Alberto." Isabella thought that it was a very nice gesture of her brother. But there were quite some things to pick up from the shops around town.

“Well, I could pick up the package from Marinos by myself, it’s all across town. That’ll give some time.” Alberto paddled the bicycle down the dirt road.

“Oh, I guess that would be okay… Grazie Alberto.” Isabella held onto the small wooden railing of the cargo bed she sat on, whilst turning around and giving her brother an appreciative smile.

“So, how did things go with Adriana?” Isabella had been curious ever since she left the two of them alone.

“Well…” Alberto blushed happily. He still had a hard time accepting the fact that he and Adriana were now together. A couple.

“I… told her that I loved her.” Alberto couldn’t hide the smile on his face when he said it.

“Scusa?!” Isabella’s eyes almost flew open. She was that surprised at what her brother had just told her. Of course, she knew that her brother was in love with Adriana, but with how shy he was around her, that he had actually told her, was a surprise.

“Stop the carriage.” Isabella lightly slapped on the wooden railing as Alberto pulled over.

Immediately Isabella got up and turned around.

“You told her that you loved her?” She looked at her brother, and with how he was blushing she could tell that he was telling the truth.

“S… si.” He saw the surprised look from his sister.

“Wow, and what did Adriana say?” The moment she asked the question she felt dumb. She knew exactly how Adriana felt.

“She… told me that she loved me too.” Alberto lit up when he said it.

“So, the two of you are together now?” Isabella asked.

“Si. I even asked Signore Abruzzo and Signora Abruzzo if it was okay for me to see Adriana, and they both gave me their blessing.” Alberto said proudly.

“Wow, I’m so happy for you.” Isabella couldn’t help but give her brother a loving hug.

“Grazie, Isa.” Alberto was surprised at how affectionate his sister was. He had pretty much expected her to tease him about it.

“Well… don’t let it go to your head.” Isabella leaned back and headed back to the front of the bicycle.

“Can’t believe my weird brother actually fell in love and got together with someone before me,” She said out loud as she sat back down on the wooden platform at the front of the bicycle.

“There’s always Ferdinando. There’s pretty much no doubt that he’s in love with you.” Alberto mentioned the son of the town’s baker.

“Well…” Isabella almost blushed a little when she thought of the kind and rather chubby Ferdinando. The first time she met him, he had told her straight out that she was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen, an angel. After that with every chance he got, he had courted her. Always ready with something to give her when she passed the bakery in the town. Though she always felt very flattered by his romancing, for some time, however, she really wasn’t sure if she had the same feelings for him.

But a month ago Isabella’s feelings had grown when they had shared a very tender moment out in the Martaci’s barn when Ferdinando had seen her with Carlos, an immensely sexy black man who had stayed at their Bed & Breakfast...

Isabella had been on her knees, stroking and sucking Carlos’s thick black cock when Ferdinando had stopped by with flowers. With her parents and Alberto helping out the Abruzzo's with their harvest, there had been no one to greet Ferdinando, so he had walked in on them.

Being the proper man that he was, Ferdinando had naturally apologized to both of them, but especially to Carlos.

“Scusi, I’m terribly sorry, I did not mean to disturb the two of you. I simply came by to give some flowers to Isabella.” Ferdinando felt so awful for having barged in like that. But at the same time, he was completely mesmerized by sight in front of him and the absolute beauty that was Isabella. Her dress was down around her waist and her breathtakingly stunning and gravity-defying breasts were out in the open, with her nipples pointing straight out.

The way she was enjoying the black man’s girthy cock made her more beautiful than Ferdinando ever thought could be possible. Even his wildest dreams and fantasies paled in comparison to what was before him.

“I hope you can forgive me.” He looked over at the black man who had one of his hands on the back of Isabella’s head, whilst slowly rocking his hips back and forth.

“That’s okay, she’s a very beautiful girl, she deserves flowers,” Carlos glanced over at the chubby man carrying flowers.

“The two of you are together?” Carlos asked Ferdinando whilst he let out a small grunt. Isabella had run her tongue all the way down his shaft and had started sucking on his huge black balls.

“Ehm, no, but I hope that she will one day accept my love,” Ferdinando confessed with such honesty.

“Mm.” Carlos nodded as he pressed his impressive cock against his flat belly and arched his hips forward. Isabella took his cue and leaned up between his balls and butt cheeks, and tongued his ass crack.

“Oh yeah!” Carlos grunted at the girl’s sweet tongue.

Though she was focused on licking Carlos’s balls and ass, Isabella had overheard the two of them talk, and during their short conversation, she had seen Ferdinando in a whole new light. The Fernando that had courted her, who had always been so confident, was now, in front of Carlos, a black man, quite the opposite. He was somewhat shy.

With that, Isabella suddenly realized that she hadn’t seen Ferdinando around any black men, so she hadn’t seen him act as a proper man should act. But now when she heard how respectable he was in front of a black man, he suddenly became rather attractive. Perhaps even more than that.

At that moment, Isabella leaned back and looked up at the handsome and naked man that was Carlos.

“Is it okay if Ferdinando comes over here?”

“Si.” Carlos nodded.

“Grazie.” Isabella looked at him with a thankful smile, after which she glanced over at Ferdinando.

“Grazie for the beautiful flowers, Ferdinando, you can put them over there,” Isabella told him as she reached out towards him, motioning him over with her fingers. After she did, she turned her attention back to the thick black cock she had been stroking and took it back into her mouth.

With a gulp, Ferdinando slowly made his way over to Isabella, who still held her free arm out towards him. He could hardly believe that this was happening. Not only was the most beautiful girl he had ever seen right in front of him sucking a black man’s cock, a girl he was beyond in love with, but she was motioning him to come over to her. If it had been a dream, he would have expected to have woken up about now, but instead, he felt Isabella’s petite hand against his big belly.

Whilst sucking and stroking Carlos’s amazing cock, feeling his precum flow onto her tongue, Isabella managed to reach down under Ferdinando’s sizable belly and find his fly. There, with some effort, she unzipped his pants.

It was with a curious amount of anticipation that she reached inside his pants where she found and wrapped her fingers around his semi-hard penis. Though she wouldn’t have exactly called it hard, since even though he was fully erect, his penis was still rather soft. However, it surprised her how amazing it felt stroking Ferdinando’s soft penis whilst at the same time stroking Carlos’s thick and throbbing black cock. It was such an immense contrast.

In one hand she had this amazingly rock hard cock, a cock that she couldn’t wrap her fingers around, a cock that she wanted to pleasure and suck for as long as she could, and in the other hand she had a somewhat squishy penis that she could easily engulf between her fingers. Surprisingly, Isabella rather enjoyed the softness of Ferdinando’s penis.

Though within a few moments of having stroked his small penis, Isabella heard Ferdinando grunt and had felt her fingers get wet with cum. It wasn’t a very heavy load, but her fingers did get rather stringy with his semen.

After a few more tender strokes, squeezing the last bit of cum from his limpening penis, Isabella carefully slid her hand out from his pants, making sure not to dry any off against his pants. Having freed her hand from his pants, she held her hand up towards Ferdinando and spread her fingers. She had seen her mother do this plenty of times with her father, and it was such a romantic act that she wanted to do it with Ferdinando.

“Oh.” Ferdinando, still gasping from having come, looked down at Isabella’s beautiful hand, her fingers covered with his cum, strings of semen hanging between them. He knew what she wanted him to do, and he couldn’t believe that she was actually going to let him lick his cum from her fingers.

As he got down on his knees, he wanted to tell her how much he loved her but refrained from doing so since it probably wouldn’t be proper in front of Carlos.

Leaning down, before he reached her fingers his eyes fell upon Isabella’s perky breasts.

So amazing… Ferdinando closed his eyes and took her index and middle finger into his mouth. The moment he closed his lips around them, he felt the sliminess of his own cum.

“Mmm…” He gently slid his tongue between her fingers and sucked his sperm along their length. He couldn’t believe that he was actually sucking Isabella’s fingers. He was in heaven.

“Mngh.” Ferdinando gulped down the cum and hurried to wrap his lips around the somewhat big wad of semen that was about to drip off of her ring finger. He wanted to make sure that he licked it all up. The last thing he wanted was for Isabella, or the black man to think that he wasn’t proper.

“Mngh.” He swallowed more of his cum, and suddenly he was struck by the sad fact that he had already cleaned her fingers. There was no more semen to suck.

With Ferdinando releasing her thumb, which had been the last of her fingers that he had sucked clean, and leaning up, Isabella knew that he was done, which kind of made her a bit blue, since she had liked when he sucked her fingers.

A small pop was heard when Isabella sucked Carlo’s big cockhead out from between her lips. Still stroking his fat cock, she glanced down at her other hand, and though it was a little bit wet, she could tell that it was Ferdinando’s spit and not his cum.

“Mmm, that was really nice Ferdinando, grazie.” Isabella looked at the chubby young man who had nothing but love in his eyes for her. At that moment her heart opened up even more for him...

Peddling on the dirt road, Alberto got rather curious when his sister finished her sentence so abruptly.

“Well, what?” Alberto asked as they rode passed the Bianchi’s fruitful orchard, where Claudia Bianchi was bent over with her arms straight out in front of her, resting up against a tree. Her dress was pulled up above he hips and slid down around her waist, and her breasts were hanging down, flopping back and forth as a big black man with his pants around his ankles was pounding her hard from behind. Cycling by, Alberto and Isabella could even hear the woman’s climactic moans and the man’s heavy groans.

“Sii! Cazzo quanto é grosso,” Claudia moaned that the man’s cock was so big.

A bit away from them, under a fig tree, Emilio, Claudia’s husband, pretended to pick figs. Though having put down his basket, and standing there with his hand down his work pants, it was quite clear that his mind was focused on something other than picking figs.

“Well...” Isabella smiled yet again.

“I might not have been completely honest when I said that I wasn’t in love.” Isabella hadn’t really told anyone other than Adriana about what had happened in the barn that day a month ago.

“Wow, I had no idea.” Alberto was surprised in more than one way. First by how his sister, who had always kept her feelings close to her heart, had opened up to him, and second, by the fact that she had feelings for Ferdinando. Granted, Alberto had to admit that he wasn’t very good at reading girls emotions, he had really had no idea that Adriana had been in love with him before she told him.

“Well, don’t go telling anyone, okay?” Isabella asked her brother to keep it a secret for now. She hadn’t actually told Ferdinando that she had feelings for him as well.

“No, of course not. I wouldn’t do that.” Alberto wouldn’t even think of betraying his sister’s confidence.

“I know you wouldn’t Alberto, it’s just that I haven’t told Ferdinando how I feel and well…” Isabella had never really opened up to her brother in this manner before, and surprisingly she felt really comfortable doing so. She figured that it might have had something to do with how brave her brother had been telling Adriana how he felt.

“I know, it’s hard. I mean, I was so nervous when I told Adriana that I almost passed out.” Alberto chuckled a little when he told his sister.

“Hehe, yeah.” Isabella smiled as the two siblings shared a bonding moment.

A few more kilometers down the road, upon a small hill, laid the modest town of San Casciano dei Bagni. In the town itself, there actually only lived around three hundred people, and most who lived there either had a shop, mercantile store or ran some type of service.

“Time to hop off, ” Alberto told his sister since the last bit of the inclining road to the town was a bit too tough to peddle up. It was easier to walk the bicycle up.

Along the way up to the town, they passed and said hello to several other locals who had or were going to do some shopping.

Two of the people they met were Arlo and Renata Cattaneo, a couple in their early fifties who were on their way home.

“I can’t believe you got it for me.” Renata looked so excited when she held up the bottom piece of a pink string bikini from her shopping bag. For an otherwise rather petite woman, Renata had been gifted with incredibly wide hipe and an immense behind.

“Well, I’ve seen you admiring the last couple of times we’ve been in town.” Arlo could tell how happy his wife was.

“And well, I thought that you... might want to wear it tomorrow when Ricardo comes over.” Arlo got stiff just thinking about the black man seeing Renata in that skimpy bikini.

“Hehe, I thought that might have been the reason.” Renata smiled and gave her husband a sweet kiss on his cheek. She knew how much Arlo loved seeing her with the handsome black man. And what made her time with Ricardo so special was that she knew exactly when her husband would spurt his first load. And that moment was when Ricardo would bend her over, and slowly sink his thickness into her ass. At that time Renata would glance over at her husband, whilst she enjoyed the amazing feeling of Ricardo’s black cock entering her ass, and there she would see him with a blissful smile spurting his small load.

To say that her husband had a thing for seeing her butt being stuffed by a black man would be an understatement. An even bigger understatement would be to say that Renata liked to feel a big black man plunge his fat cock into her tight ass. She absolutely loved it. It was as if she had been given her huge behind just for this reason alone.

Alberto and Isabella, having walked their cargo bike up the small hill, made their way into the rather lively town. All along the main avenue that stretched from where they had entered, to the center of town where it split into three smaller promenades, there were shops and street vendors, and people enjoying their day.

“I’ll head over to Marino's first. We can meet up at the fountain afterward.” Alberto wanted to give his sister some time to walk around and do some window shopping.

“Okay. I’ll be there around four?” Isabella smiled hopefully. Even though they had quite a number of places to visit, now that they were in town, she really wanted to head over to Florianas and look at some dresses.

“Well, okay, four o’clock.” Alberto could tell how eager his sister was to look around, and since he had been the one who had made them a bit late, he felt that it was only fair that he should do some of the errands on his own.

“Thanks, Alberto.” Isabella gave her brother a small hug and hurried off.

Alberto smiled to himself as he got up on the bike. Knowing how his sister could easily spend countless hours window shopping, he knew that she would be at least half an hour late. But after what had happened with Adriana today, Alberto was soo much over the moon, that he didn’t mind doing most of the work in town.

Just as Alberto was about to peddle off, a man in his forties came up to him.

“Buon giorno, Alberto.” Bàrtolo Detti was happy to see the son of his good friend Lorenzo. Though he and his wife Gisella lived on the other side of the valley, a couple of times a month they would meet up with Lorenzo and Corrina in town and have dinner. Dinners, that usually turned into pleasant evenings where more often than not their wives would end up in bed with some handsome black men they met during dinner.

“Buon giorno, Signore Detti,” Alberto greeted his father’s friend.

“I’m so glad that I ran into you. I wanted to see if your father had some of his Aleatico di Gradoli bottles left.” Bàrtolo asked Alberto about the red wine.

“I think we might have some left.” Alberto picked up the small notebook he had in his pocket, where he had a list of all the wines that they had left. It was also where he would take orders from people he would run into whilst in town. Which was quite common since most folks in the valley preferred to make orders in person, that way they could haggle a bit.

“Yeah. We have, four of the 09’s and five of the 10’s and four of the 12’s.” Alberto listed the number of bottles and the age of the wines.

“Well, put me down for those 10’s,” Bàrtolo said happily. In his mind, 2010 had been a great year for the Aleatico di Gradoli wine.

“Okay, Signore Detti, five bottles of Aleatico di Gradoli, 10’s.” Alberto made a note.

“Grazie, and be sure to hello to your father and mother, and tell them not to forget our dinner next week.” Bàrtolo patted Alberto on his shoulder.

“Will do, signore Detti.” Alberto nodded and smiled as Bàrtolo waved goodbye and headed off.

With his notebook back in his pocket, Alberto got back up on the cargo bicycle and carefully peddled down the street.

Near the plaza, Isabella had stopped by the town’s bridal shop on her way to Floriana's. Inside, three generations of women were helping the youngest of them pick out her wedding dress.

“I really like this one.” Fina Greco admired herself in the mirror. The wedding dress she wore was made from beautiful vanilla white organza, making it sheer to the point of being see-through. The rather stiff material hugged Fina’s slender body all the way from her feet up to her cupless chest, where her firm and exposed breasts were suspended in the air by her youthful vigor.

“You look absolutely beautiful Fina.” Cadenza almost got a tear in her eye when she saw her daughter in the wedding dress. She had even helped put her daughter’s light golden hair up into a twist updo bun.

“If I had worn something like that to my wedding, my Giancarlo would have spurted right there in front of the pastor.” Fausta, the cheerful grandmother of Fina giggled, as did her two friends, Elvera, and Lucia who had come along.

“Hehe, si my Stefano as well.” Elvera smiled as Lucia nodded about her husband as well.

The three older women, all in their early sixties, had been friends since childhood and had settled near each other with their husbands. They all wore traditional Italian dresses with plunging necklines and flowing hemlines. The thin fabric of the bust of their dresses made the women’s big nipples stand out quite clearly, and one of the women’s cleavage, Elvera’s, was deep enough to even reveal part of her areolas.

“Oh, that would be so romantic if Paolo did that.” Fina thought of her husband to be.

“Oh, knowing how my grandson feels for you, Fina, when he sees you in that dress next to the handsome black man that he’s asked to spend the wedding night with you, his love will more than likely be flowing.” Lucia smiled at the lovely girl who would soon be marrying her grandson.

Fina felt such love inside when she heard that from her soon-to-be grandmother.

“How are you liking the dress?” The purveyor of the store, Signorina Daniella Mancini came up to the ladies after having given them some time by themselves. The thirty-four-year-old woman, who had taken over the bridal store after her mother and father, wore her dark blonde hair in a similar fashion as the young girl. The dress she wore was a fashionable shoulderless Bardot swing dress that hugged to her slim body.

“I think she might have found the one.” Cadenza smiled.

“Oh yes, I love this one.” Fina swung around in it happily.

“I can tell.” Daniella smiled and looked at the happy young woman. At the same time, she glanced longingly through her store’s window over across the street at the store of Giovanni Caprio, a man she had been deeply in love with for years.

Like her, Giovanni had taken over his parent’s clothing store, which only carried men’s clothes. And like her, he was better at helping others with their outfits and affairs of the heart than listening and acting on what his own heart was telling him.

A heart that every day told him to march across the street and ask Signorina Daniella Mancini to marry him. But each day he would find something wrong. One day it would be that he just wasn’t handsome enough for a beautiful woman like Daniella. Another day it would be that she might not love him.

“It fits you perfectly. I might not even have to alter it at all.” Daniella smiled and caught a glimpse of Giovanni looking over at her from his shop. His glimpse warmed her heart like it always did, and once again she found herself imagining Giovanni getting down on his knees and proposing to her.

Che bella donna che sei… Across the street, Giovanni had once again found himself glancing over at Daniella’s boutique, where, at the same time he had seen her looking over at him. A hint of a smile was all he dared show before he turned away. How he wished that he could show her how he felt. That he loved her. That every day was made better with just the sight of her. That her smile turned an average day into a birthday.

Giovanni sighed and went back to altering Signore Longo’s pants.

"Hmm, eleven and a half inches in length, and seven and two quarters in girth." Giovanni read the measurements of Signore Longo's manhood that Francesca, one of his three assistants had made. With the measuring tape, he made a few marks on the leg fabric. He also adjusted the fly and the crotch point to better suit Signore Longo's sizable cock.

It wasn't just the black gentlemen who lived in the valley who came to Giovanni for a fitting. The word of his excellent tailoring skills when it came to pants for black men had spread amongst almost all of the regions of Italy. Giovanni had customers who had traveled all the way down from Piedmont and up from Calabria.

In fact, there were presently two black gentlemen, a Signore Vincente Barilla from Aconne, and a Signore Costa from Bari, who were getting their measurements taken in the shop.

In front of the good looking black man from Aconne, Theresa, one of Giovanni’s assistants was down on her knees, holding up her measuring tape to his ebony member.

“Nine point eight inches flaccid.” Theresa, one of Giovanni’s assistants, let out a yearnful sigh when she held her measuring tape alongside Signore Barilla’s ebony cock. The young woman, who was in her mid-twenties, could barely keep her eyes off of the black man’s beautiful cock whilst writing down the measurement in her notebook.

Though using the word flaccid when it came to black men was something Theresa had never been comfortable with. It had always felt improper somehow. While a man like Signore Barilla might not have been erect at that very moment, he sure wasn’t flaccid, not in Theresa’s mind.

“Now I have to measure your girth, Signore Barilla.” Theresa glanced up at the sexy black man, who appeared to be in his early thirties.

“Okay.” Vincente grabbed the base of his shaft and held it up just line with Theresa’s lips.

Instinctively Theresa wanted to lean in and take him into her mouth and pleasure him with her lips and tongue. But she knew that she had to remain professional.

With a slow and heavy breath, she reached up and gently wrapped the measuring tape around his thickness. Having leaned in closer to read the tape, her lips were barely an inch away from the tip of Signore Barilla's cock. With an innocent glance, she looked up at him and hoped that he would tell her to put it into her mouth and suck it. Unfortunately, he had just turned his head towards her friend and fellow assistant, Bianca who had just finished taking Signore Costa's measurements and was now slobbering away on his thick black cock.

“Si, cosi lo voglio!” Signore Costa hungrily looked down at the beautiful woman who was sucking him with such ferocity and told her to keep going. It was quite rare for him to come across a woman that would give such a wet blowjob. Half the length of his cock, the amount that she could fit in her mouth was absolutely drenched in her spit. Her saliva had even flowed down from her lips to her soft naked breasts and made them shine with wetness.

“Mmm...” A slurpy pop was heard when Bianca sucked Signore Costa’s big cock all the way out to his tip.

“I love sucking your big black cock, Signore Costa. Can I keep sucking it?” Bianca glanced up at the sexy black man. Her mouth and jaw were covered in her spit and Signore Costa’s precum.

Signore Costa took a few breaths whilst he waited to answer her. He enjoyed how slimy she had made his stiff cock. And the lust he saw in her eyes made her incredibly hot.

“Si.” The moment he said yes Bianca gave him a hint of a sinful smile while she gathered up some saliva in her mouth.

“Ptui!” She spat it out on Signore Costa’s thick cock and immediately wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and violently started sucking him.

Mmm sii… Signore Costa smiled to himself. He loved how naughty this woman was. Usually, he would have tongued her pussy by now and felt her tightness squeeze in on his rock hard cock, but he enjoyed her sloppy blowjob too much.

“Hrm.”

Theresa heard Signore Barilla and glanced up at him inquisitively. When her eyes met his, she noticed him looking down a bit, and after following his gaze, her eyes widened when she realized that she was stroking his thick black cock.

"Mi dispiace, Signore Barilla." Theresa apologized, and let go of Signore Barilla's now fully erect cock. She felt rather awkward as she looked up at the handsome black man. She had already been very aroused by Signore Barilla, that when she watched her friend Bianca pleasure Signore Costa, she had naturally started stroking Signore's Barilla's thick manhood.

“No, please continue Signora. You have a very wonderful touch.” Vincente looked into the beautiful woman’s blue eyes. His throbbing erection only inches from the woman’s lips.

“Oh.” Theresa blushed and brushed her hair back behind her ear. She was more than flattered by his compliment. Before giving his majestic cock her full attention, she put her pen down. Luckily she had remembered to write down his measurements.

Having put her pen down, she looked up at the handsome black man with her gleaming eyes. She couldn’t wait to pleasure him, but she also wanted to show him more of herself. With her gaze still upon him, she slowly unbuttoned her blouse. Little by little her full C-cups were revealed to the Signore Barilla. And with a lustful exhale, Theresa slid her silk blouse off and showed him her soft and completely naked breasts.

Theresa felt so incredibly aroused when she saw how he ogled her tits and wanted to give him a better view since his lengthy black cock was obstructing her breasts, she leaned back just a bit. With each of her yearnful breaths, her chest heaved up and down. She absolutely loved undressing in front of a black man. In fact, she was so turned on that if something was to just rub against her pussy, she would explode in a wonderful orgasm.

In her mind, Theresa could already see her self sucking Signore Barilla’s thick cock. She could even feel his thickness between her lips.

Oh, dios… She saw herself sliding the tip of her tongue between his pee slit and tasting his sweet precum.

Before she had time to lean in and wrap her lips around his thick cockhead, however, Signore Barilla reached down for her hand. Eagerly she took it and was swiftly lifted up into his arms, where she was met by his lips.

“Mmm.” Vincente slid his tongue between the woman’s sweet lips and kissed her passionately. His right hand had already found her soft left breast.

Mmm… He loved her softness. Though he was caressing her quite firmly, Vincente had such experience that he knew exactly the delicate balance between pleasuring a woman and going too far.

Oh, dios… Theresa was in heaven. Like all black men she had been with, he was such an amazing kisser. And the way he was squeezing her breast with such authority felt beyond divine. She was putty in his hands.

“Dai mettimelo dentro.” When Signore Barilla leaned down and sucked her sensitive nipples, Theresa moaned out that she wanted to feel him inside of her. Though she wanted to pleasure his cock with her mouth, her loins were burning for his thickness.

Vincente smiled hungrily to himself as he gave her another lustful kiss. The woman had read his mind.

“Turn around.” He hadn’t even finished the short sentence before she had turned around, leaned over, and braced her hands against the side of the fitting room behind her.

With determination, he grabbed the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down her long smooth legs. His huge black cock jutting and eager to be plunged into the woman’s juicy pussy.

With one hand on his throbbing cock, Vincente parted Theresa’s butt cheek with the other and pushed the thick tip of his cock into her awaiting pussy.

“Ahh.” She was so wet that more than half of his length slid inside without much effort.

And that was all it took to push Theresa over the edge.

“Ohhhh siiiiii!” She screamed out in orgasm.

Over by the door, the small bell clanged as two men entered the store.

“I think Theresa wanted to have lunch at Cancio’s.” Maso Baroffio had come to take his wife to lunch, along with his friend Steno Donini and his girlfriend Bianca.

“Sounds good, I think Biana will…” Steno and Maso’s conversation faded quickly when they were met by the sound of moaning and grunting.

“Erm…” Both men gulped and paused in the step for a moment before they were eventually drawn in by the sound of heavy panting.

Maso could see the shoulders and head of a tall black man over the rows of clothes, as he and Steno walked passed the clothes. Knowing that one of the women had to be his wife, Maso was already sporting an erection.

“Dai! di più!” Steno, not only recognized his beautiful girlfriend Bianca’s voice, but also the phrase she loved to moan when a black man was pounding her. His small penis was pushing hard against his pants when he heard Bianca call out; 'Harder, harder.'

“Oh wow,” Maso exhaled deeply when he walked past the rows of clothes and finally saw Theresa. The big black man he had seen over the cloth racks was leaning over her back, caressing her amazing breasts whilst slowly moving his hips back and forth. Not only was he deep inside of her, but with Theresa tipping her head up and back, he had locked lips with her and the two were kissing passionately.

It was such a beautiful scene that Maso instantly felt his pants became damp.

"Ah-ahh." He gave out a soft and quiet grunt as he spurted his small load of cum, which formed a wet spot on the front of his pants. A sight that was so common that it was almost impossible to find a man without the discolored spot on the crotch of his pants.

The black man, however, didn’t stay bent over Theresa. As Maso panted from having climaxed in his pants, the man leaned back up, took a firm grip of Theresa’s hips and began pounding her like there was no tomorrow.

“Sto venendo!” Theresa’s firm tits swung back and forth as she cried out that she was coming.

Oh, Theresa… Maso could not describe how beautiful his wife was when she orgasmed, and he felt so grateful to the black man for giving her such pleasure.

Just beyond Theresa and Vincente Barilla, Bianca was bent over on her knees, with her ass up towards the ceiling and her face against the floormat.

Wow… Steno had come around the back row of clothes and found Bianca bent over on the floor, and behind her, a well built black man was pummeling her hard with his thick cock.

“Sto per venire!” Bianca moaned that she was close to coming.

“Ah ahhh ah ahh.” Steno groaned hearing his gorgeous girlfriend climax. Small spurts of semen splashed against the insides of his pants.

“Ohh siii ohhhhhhh!” Signore Costa had fucked her with such intensity that the orgasm rushed through Bianca’s body like a ten-foot wave. Her blissful spasm had almost not even begun before his girthy black cock hit her sweet spot again.

“Nghh!” As another orgasm exploded inside of her, she couldn’t even form words.

Oh, beautiful Biana… Steno panted whilst his small penis dripped cum inside his pants. Seeing Bianca like that made him fall even deeper in love with her. At the same time, he just knew that he had to thank the black man afterward.

Over by the fitting rooms, Vincente grunted loudly.

“Ahh ahhh-ahhhhh” His thick cock erupted inside Theresa’s wet pussy. One heavy stream of cum after the other splashed against her womb.

“Siii! Vienimi dentro!” Theresa cried out, wanting him to come inside of her.

“Ahh ahh ahh!” With his tight grip of around the sides of her waist, Vincente kept his cock buried inside the warmth of her pussy. His manhood shooting so much sperm that she overflowed and some of his cum leaked out around his cock.

Bellissima… Maso couldn’t imagine anything more amazing and beautiful than what he was witnessing. A big and handsome black man coming inside of his wife.

With one last thrust, Vincente felt his climax subside, and with that, he leaned over the stunning woman who was panting and heaving even more than he was. As she looked back at him with her reddish face, Vincente kissed her once more.

“Ohh, grazie… that… was… ahh… amazing.” Theresa panted whilst softly kissing the sexy black man who had just pumped her full of cum. And with her head slightly tilted to the side to kiss Signore Barilla, Theresa saw her sweet husband Maso standing there looking at them. She felt such warmth inside when she saw his loving eyes looking back at her.

“Oh… Signore Barilla… my husband…” Theresa glanced over at Maso which Vincente also did.

“Would… oh… it be… ohh… okay… if he?” Theresa didn’t have to ask the last part, Vincente nodded since he knew what she was asking.

Slowly Vincente slid his slimy, yet still hard cock out from Theresa’s pussy. It was covered in his cum and her pussy juice. As it popped out, a wad of cum flowed out and splashed onto the floor. With a nod, he motioned the woman’s husband to come over.

Maso gulped as he slowly made his way over to his wife and the black man. His eyes kept wandering over to Theresa’s cum dripping pussy.

“Ciao, Maso.” Theresa smiled lovingly as she remained like she had been, leaning over with her hands resting against the side of the fitting room and her ass up in the air.

“Ciao, Theresa.” Maso smiled tenderly at his beautiful wife, after which he glanced over that the black man.

“Erm, Buongiorno, I’m Theresa’s husband, Maso.” He politely introduced himself.

“Buongiorno Maso, Vincente Barilla.” Vincente let go of his thick cock that he had been stroking slightly and shook the husband’s hand.

Maso felt the wetness that was the mixture of Signore Barilla’s cum and Theresa’s juices when he shook his hand.

“I think Signore Barilla has left a gift for you Maso.” Theresa couldn’t wait to feel her husband’s tongue her cum filled pussy.

“Oh yes,” Maso glanced down at the wonderful sight that was his wife’s creamed pussy.

“Grazie, Signore Barilla, and thank you for pleasuring my wife.” Maso sincerely thanked Signore Barilla for allowing him to eat the creampie that he was about to lick up and for being with Theresa.

“Prego.” Vincente had always appreciated the politeness men showed after he had been with their wives.

Having shown his gratefulness to Signore Barilla, Maso eagerly turned his attention to the majestic sight that now was before him. With his eyes resting on his wife’s pussy, he sat down behind her, and just as he did he saw a drop of cum that was about to fall down.

“Mhm.” Maso quickly leaned in and licked it up.

Oh, si… He slowly ran his tongue along his wife’s labia and felt the deliciousness that was her sweet juices mixed with cum. It was going to be a lunch made in heaven.

“Mhn…” With his hands on her fantastic butt cheeks, he lightly spread them, knowing that once he did her sweet slit would part and cum would flow out.

“Ohh, yess.” Theresa enjoyed her husband’s sweet tongue. She knew how much he loved eating her pussy after a handsome black man had come inside of her, and she loved how proper he was licking up Signore Barilla’s cum.

Oh, si… He held his tongue out as far as he could, and as he had expected, once he spread her cheeks, sperm flowed out and onto his awaiting tongue.

“Mhmm.” Maso kept his tongue like that until his mouth was full of cum, and then hurried to swallow it so that he could stick his tongue back out to catch another flow of cum. After having swallowed another half mouthful of semen, he slowly began to lap her slimy pussy.

Mmm… As Maso closed his eyes and enjoyed Theresa’s creamy pussy, his heart was filled with such happiness and content. To think that this was a daily occurrence. He felt truly blessed.

A couple of minutes earlier, over by Signore Costa and Bianca, Steno had awkwardly made his presence known by knocking out a coatrack. After apologizing, Steno had watched the handsome black man bury his cock inside Bianca, where he had exploded, and filled her pussy to the brink with hot cum.

Whereas Maso was eating Theresa from behind, Steno was now on his back with his girlfriend Bianca straddling his face.

“Mghng.” Steno tongued Bianca’s pussy as cum flowed into his mouth. It was one of his favorite positions to be in, if not his absolute favorite position.

“Oh, si Steno.” Bianca loved the feeling of her boyfriend’s tongue against her labia after a sexy black man, like Signore Costa, had taken her to such heights of pleasure.

Over by his sewing desk, near the window to his store, Giovanni let out another small sigh. He had seen Theresa’s husband and Bianca’s boyfriend enter the store, and when he had gotten up to get some more fabric, Giovanni had glanced over and seen Maso kneeled behind Theresa. The only thing that Giovanni had thought of at that moment, had been how magical it would be to perform the same romantic gesture on Daniella. Something he had thought about many a time when he had gone to bed late at night.

Once again his eyes wandered across the street, where they were met by Daniella. This time, however, Giovanni managed to eke out a gentle smile, which in turn was greeted by a similar smile from Daniella.

Continued in Chapter 2b