Incest/Taboo Tinkle Bell

Author's note: It had always been my intention to write a second book, using the main characters, specifically Bella and David in the continued ongoing saga. Unfortunately, circumstance made that very difficult for me, which some of you may, or may not be aware of having read my updated profile. It is very, very difficult for me to write now, so I cannot do as much as I was once able to do. My finger tips are still very numb, and can cause a bit of pain if I over work them (especially trying to type). You'd be surprised at just how difficult a task that is, and how long it has now taken me just to write this particular story. Hence, I decided to at the very least, try and write a final chapter of sorts. I wanted to tie up as many loose ends as I could, to finish this, and hopefully in some way, respond back to the almost countless requests I have received to continue this story. I hope that what I have written here, or attempted to write here, has done that. And to everyone that has followed my writing over the course of the years. I thank you. I thank you for your comments, even criticisms when they were warranted, along with your votes, which for a while, had me listed as the #1 author here on the site. (I think I am still #4 in fact, though I haven't written anything for a while). I apologize that I am neither writing, nor submitting stories the way I once was able to. But I will try... as I can, and when I can, to get something new out there every once in a while. For as long as I am able to at least. So again... thank you one and all. And I do hope you will enjoy this final chapter of Tinkle Bell.
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I was nervous as a twitch when after a long flight, finally landing at Galileo Galilei International airport near Tuscany Italy, where Bella's family owned and operated one of the more exclusive Vineyards in the area. Needless to say, I was both anxious and excited to see her again after all this time. We had said very little after that initial contact, mainly because I had booked the first available flight. Therefore, I wasn't too surprised or disappointed upon arriving, that she wasn't there to personally greet me. She had managed to inform me just prior to my leaving that prior commitments necessitated her remaining at the vineyard, but that she would be sending one of her "Uncles", to the airport to pick me up.

Sure enough, as I entered the baggage claim area after clearing customs, I was greeted by an older, somewhat graying man sporting a rather large mustache. He simply stood there holding up a sign that said: "Welcome to my home David," Along with a smiley face that she had obviously drawn herself just beneath that. However, if you looked more closely at the smile on the face of the bright yellow circle she had also drawn and colored in, you saw that part of the smile was a silhouette of two lovers obviously engaged in a very lewd, wonderfully decadent act of "69" with one another. I wondered only briefly if this "Uncle" who she'd sent to pick me up was even aware of it as he stood there holding up the signage.

Her Uncle introduced himself to me as "Matteo", though it was obvious by his broken English he spoke very little. Barely enough to say hello, and convey to me that he had a car outside waiting to take me to the vineyard where Bella would be waiting. I wasn't even sure if he was a real Uncle, or one of the many honorific titles she had given to so many important men in her life as she'd once told me. I figured I'd find out soon enough as it was. My own Italian limited in the few phrases I had learned from her, and picked up during her stay with us. Angry with myself that I had never followed through with the Rosetta Stone program I had purposely bought shortly after her arrival back home so as to do that. With Bella's command of the English language however, I had put doing that on the back burner, and never picked it up again. Now I could kick myself. I was definitely a stranger in a strange land. And knowing Bella as well as I did, I had no doubt things would get even stranger still.

After a short, beautiful drive and as I'd already surmised, limited conversation with Uncle Matteo, we arrived at a beautifully bricked archway that was covered in vines, nearly concealing it. A large sign hung just above the archway however, written curiously enough in both English as well as Italian, "Tenuta, Bella Risso Vineyard".

Once through the entry, a long narrow road continued, the vineyard itself seemingly spread out for miles on either side, with no sign of the actual vineyard itself anywhere in sight.

"Good Lord!" I thought to myself. "She wasn't kidding when she said it could take nearly a full day to walk from one end of it to the other!" We soon rounded a corner in the road however, coming around one of the many rolling hills surrounding the property. Just ahead, on one hill sat what were obviously the wine cellars themselves, across a small valley, on a near identical hill, sat what appeared to be a spacious, very old... yet beautiful homestead, or more aptly put, a Villa, where I figured Bella would be waiting for me.

I was again semi disappointed when we pulled up, greeted by an older woman who appeared to be of some purpose and in charge by her demeanor as she spoke hurriedly in Italian instructing Matteo to take the one somewhat large bag I had brought with me on the flight over. I tried shrugging him off, saying I would do it, but he was having none of that, or rather "She" wasn't, though I hadn't caught her name just yet. After he quickly disappeared inside with my luggage, this rather full bosomed woman once again turned towards me, and in near perfect English, finally introduced herself.

"I am Greta," She said introducing herself. "I am in charge of the house staff," she added with a great deal of pride. "Mistress Bella is currently out on the Southern most acres of the property. I will have Matteo drive you out there once you have freshened up and settled in. Would you care for a glass of one of our wines perhaps? I have a nice Chianti opened and chilling for you," she added. "Mistress Bella thought you might enjoy that particular wine upon your arrival."

I thanked her, and then followed her into the enormous Villa that much like the archway we had driven under and through, made up the spaciously designed home that had more floors and balconies and open aired porches than I'd ever seen before. I followed her up a semi-circular stairway that ended up on what was obviously the third floor. She quickly pointed out to me that the family rooms were off to the left, and that guest quarters were down the hallway to the right. The way she stood there, almost as though guarding the left entry, was a subtle way of telling me, or so I thought anyway... that that particular area was off limits. As to whether Bella's own room existed in that particular direction, she didn't say. And I didn't ask. I figured I'd find out soon enough as it was. I then followed her down a short hallway, and then rounded a corner. Finding it both odd as well as charming to discover another short flight of stairs leading up. A single doorway stood in greeting as she opened it, and then stepped back... inviting me to continue on through it. Perhaps purposely so, as the sheer beauty and spaciousness of my room startled me for a moment. This room alone was bigger than any three put together where I lived.

Off to one side, the bed... bigger than a King I imagined, obviously custom made with fine oaks that looked rough hewn, yet polished, glistening with a majestic air about them that seemed ancient, as though from another time and place. The bed was canopied as well, though the sheer coverings were currently drawn back along one side, showing off the perfectly well made bed. Across the way from that, what appeared to be a sunken tub, big enough to easily accommodate a half dozen people or so. Oddly, there was both a toilet and a bidet sitting next to it, both of them out in the open against the back wall. Though I guess if you were the only person staying here, it didn't really matter or require some secondary closed in area for privacy. But it was the balcony itself, and the porch across from the bed, and what was obviously a small, though well stocked bar and kitchenette area that truly took my breath away. Situated as it was, a completely open porch way, yet sheltered, allowed a vast look at the beauty and the magnificence of the grounds stretching out in almost every direction from here. I could only imagine the view at sunset as it faced to the West, already looking forward to that at some point. And then once again, a ladder that seemed to lead up through another hole in the ceiling, though I didn't as yet venture up towards it to take a look, only asking Greta its purpose instead.

"Where does that lead to?" I asked. She smiled, nodding her head appreciatively, and then answering.

"Bella calls it her dream chamber. She used to come here to hide when she was a young child and wanted to get away from everyone. And everyone always knew where she was of course, though they always pretended being unable to find her until she herself wanted to be found. She still comes up here from time to time," Greta answered, once more smiling as though harboring a secret thought. "Though it had been quite a while since she has, until her father took sick, and then suddenly passed away. After that... she would come up here for hours. We knew it was her way of dealing with things, so we left her alone up here whenever she did that."

Now I nodded my head in understanding, content to let Bella show me, if she even chose to do so.

"Well, guess I'll freshen up a bit, and then go out with Matteo to finally see Bella."

To my surprise, Gretta suddenly grabbed both sides of my head drawing me to her, kissing me fully on the mouth, and then on each cheek as she did. The fact that I could feel that enormous bosom of hers pressing against me didn't go without notice either. In fact, Gretta all but grinded those enormous tits of hers against me from side to side for a moment before finally stepping back, now grinning from ear to ear.

"That was from Bella," she now informed me, only blushing slightly. "She said that you'd enjoy that, having a thing for such big 'tette'," she grinned a bit wickedly. And it didn't take any Rosetta stone program to translate that one for me as I stood there grinning back at her, blushing far more profusely than she was.

"I'll be down as soon as I've had a chance to wash up and change clothes."

She again smiled, turned, pointed at the bottle of wine that was now opened and waiting for me as though a reminder. And with that, she finished her turn closing the door behind her on her way out.

It appeared, or at least seemed... that Bella had the same kind of magical influence on the people here, as she'd had when she'd come to stay the short time she had with us. I could only wonder, and imagine what that meant. She was already full of all kinds of surprises, and I hadn't even seen her yet.

I guess I should have been prepared for that. But as I'd come to learn, with Bella, you never were.

I had dressed into a pair of white shorts along with a loose fitting short-sleeved shirt and sandals. Matteo was already waiting for me out front, though this time we wouldn't be traveling by Jeep. I found it amusing to see him sitting in what was obviously a golf-style cart, along with what could only be described as a picnic basket strapped to the back of it. He again smiled and waved me over as I descended the short flight of steps down to the semi-circular drive where he was waiting.

"We go to Bella," he said simply. And with that, we were off. He drove like a maniac. Far worse than he'd driven in the Jeep from the airport. The road was narrow and seemed to switch back and forth, as well as up and down with the natural contours of the landscape. It was obvious that years of driving this particular route came naturally to him, almost automatic as he somehow managed to avoid certain dips or ruts in the road with ease. Never once did he seem to apply the brakes, or lift his foot from the gas peddle, and though I know we weren't going any faster that fifteen or twenty miles an hour, it seemed like seventy.

After nearly fifteen minutes of this "Mr. Toads wild ride", we finally rounded the corner of a small hill. Just ahead, I saw a good dozen or so workers busily picking grapes off the vines, and placing them in large wicker baskets attacked to their hips. From there, they would carry them over to an even larger container, which was currently sitting on some sort of pallet, which would be picked up and moved later for processing. Matteo pulled up to a section of this particular area where a large group of people were working, mostly women. He got out and smiled, and then turned starting to walk back, leaving me to stand there beside the golf cart, bewildered as I too climbed out, now scouring the fields around me, looking for her.

It was then that I heard her all too familiar laugh, turning in the direction I had actually been looking only moments ago. Even then, it still took a fraction of a second for me to recognize her. She had been amongst the other workers, working along side them. One of those baskets likewise attached to her hip, and by its appearance, already near bursting with fresh picked grapes. But what had caught me by surprise, and confused me momentarily, was the fact she had cut her long beautiful hair. Suffice it to say, it was now short... almost shorter than my own, giving her a devilish sort of sassy look, like she needed it. Whether it was mussed up on purpose, or part of her styling, I had no clue, but she looked sexy as hell either way. In seconds she had sprung the few feet separating us and was suddenly in my arms again.

"Welcome to my home," he said purring in my ear, pressing those magnificent breasts of hers against me almost as purposefully as Greta had done.

"About that," I snickered. "Interesting sign. I couldn't help wondering if Matteo realized what the smile was doing."

"Oh I am sure he did," she laughed back, now stepping out of my arms though continuing to hold my hand as she pulled me towards that larger container where she quickly emptied out the contents of her basket into it. "He and Greta are constantly grab-assing one another," she chuckled again. "I love the fact that after so many years of marriage, they can still continue on as though they were a couple of horny teenagers."

"They're married?" I asked incredulously as we again turned as one heading back towards the golf cart. "Back at the Villa, she sort of barked at him in Italian, and I got the impression that not only was she definitely the one in charge, but that Matteo knew better than to question her orders."

"Oh believe me, she is... and he does. When it comes to who does what around here, everyone does their bit without question, including those two. But when circumstance suits purpose, there's no doubt who's in charge, and who wants what, and where he wants it in between then. And in fact... I encourage it amongst everyone who works here. In Spain, everyone takes a siesta. Here, everyone is not only encouraged, but almost required to take a sex break. You'd be surprised at the increased production we've seen around here in the past couple of years since daddy incorporated the whole idea. Everyone is much happier, and we've seen the results from implementing the idea."

"So... like father like daughter then," I grinned shaking my head. Though I caught a brief momentary look of both longing and loss in her face when I said that. "Sorry," I added.

"Don't be. I do miss him is all. And so, I am trying to pick up where he left off, ensuring that things continue just the way he would have wanted them to. And one of those being... is my being happy. And now that you're here. Now that you've come to see a part of my world. I am. I am very happy David. Now come, let me take you for a bit of a ride to see the rest of the vineyard. And then, we will stop and have a nice picnic lunch down by a beautiful and peaceful stream."

I was grinning from ear to ear when she said that.

"Oh and one more thing. One of my nieces will be meeting us there later to picnic with us," she added. "And no... she's not really my niece, but she might as well be. She's the daughter of one of my favor-named Uncles."

I was a little disappointed to learn we'd be having company later, but I had also learned from past experience never to question Bella's motives or intent. No doubt we would have our time together at some point. So, for the time being anyway, I was content to go along for the ride and simply suck everything in.

True to form, we hadn't gone very far when she suddenly pulled the peasant-like blouse she'd been wearing up and over her head. And much like Matteo, even with her arms up in the air briefly, well of the steering wheel, she never let up from the gas, as though she too had most, if not all of this winding dirt road memorized. But unlike with Matteo, I was no longer concerned with suddenly driving off the road and being killed. I had truly missed seeing those magnificent breasts of hers, which I was once again feasting on now, as she held them in her hands; hands still not taking the steering wheel for any length of time other than to quickly adjust our direction.

"Well? You just gonna sit and stare at them? Or are you going to come over here and kiss them? They've missed you!"

I figured even if we did drive off the road and crash the golf cart now, I wouldn't really care all that much. If dying and going to heaven with one of Bella's tits in my mouth was the price to pay for that... I was more than willing to pay it. In seconds, I was sucking on her right breast, and fondling, as well as kneading the other one. After a few lingering moments longer, I felt her finally slowing the cart, bringing it to a halt. All at once she had leapt out of the cart, shimmering out of the almost full skirt she'd been wearing as well to reveal the fact she was, and had been completely naked, though I had suspected as much all along. Grabbing the basket from off the back of the cart, she then turned and began walking up a short incline over the ridge of a grassy-green hill. I immediately started to follow of course, until she stopped me with a stern look and a wave of the hand.

"Sorry David. No clothes allowed up here. One of my rules," she informed me, and then stood waiting patiently as I quickly shrugged out of my clothing, though keeping my sandals on, which she had done as well, and then caught up to her... well almost anyway. Content to walk the few feet behind her that I did, watching that heart-shaped ass of hers as it lead me towards what I hoped to be paradise. I was so caught up in her beauty, and nakedness... that I had already forgotten all about the additional company she had mentioned earlier. That was until the two of us reached the peak of the small rolling hill, now looking down towards the small flowing stream she had told me about. Beside it, stretched out on a very large blanket, which had no doubt been prepared for our picnic, lay her niece. And of course, she too was naked... which only then did I realize would have been the case anyway, according to the "rules", but what I wasn't prepared for... or to be standing there witnessing, was the fact she was laying there, legs bent at the knee, spread, one hand between them obviously frigging herself. I thought about coughing or something, but it was Bella herself that suddenly announced our arrival.

"How many?" She asked having once more taken my hand, pulling me along as we made the short descent now down to the bank near the stream.

"Three," the young woman spoke, not even opening her eyes yet. "Four in a moment here," she added, her breath already short and clipped as she responded. Her fingers working furiously now between her legs, one hand cupping one of her young pert breasts, the fingers of that one tweaking a hardened nipple. And then she cried out, shaking almost uncontrollably as she did.

I stood there in astonished confusion. Though only for a moment as Bella finally pulled me down to the blanket setting aside the basket we'd brought along with us. When at last the young woman opened her eyes and looked over towards us, smiling, Bella made introductions, and to some extent... explanations as well.

"David? This is my niece, Arianna. She is to be wed to one of my favorite nephews less than a year from now yes?" She asked turning back towards Arianna, who only now had finally sat up, though I noticed even as she did, one hand still down between her legs, fingers still gently touching, coaxing the last moments of throbbing ecstasy perhaps even as she did that. "And no David... he's not actually my nephew either, though I certainly enjoy thinking of him in that way, and calling him that. I am sure you will meet Edwardo a bit later."

"Ok," I acknowledged, understanding the quirkiness of calling everyone aunt, or uncle... nieces or nephews, but not comprehending the rest of it just yet.

"She is in training for her wedding night," Bella continued on in explanation, perhaps only then seeing the confused expression still on my face. "And I am the one who is training her," she then added. "And as such... Arianna is required to have a minimum of five orgasms every day. I told her she was to have four of them while waiting for us, and the fifth one after we'd enjoyed having a picnic together," she grinned winking at me.

Whatever tricks she had up her sleeve, or whatever it was she had on her mind, I was again reminded, I was only along for the ride here. This was Bella's home now... Bella's rules. And I would have to learn how to play the game fast here, or I'd be left in the dust. Of that... I had absolutely no doubt in my mind. No doubt at all.

We enjoyed a wonderful picnic together, there on the side of a beautiful grassy knoll next to the stream. The sound of which was both soothing as well as sensual, though perhaps that was due to my two companions being naked. Arianna, though not at all really related, could have passed for such. She looked to me like Bella might have looked at her age, though Bella of course wasn't that much older than Arianna as it was. Arianna had just turned eighteen a few month's back, and though perhaps a bit young to be getting married in my estimation, according to Bella, it was more the norm around here than not.

In addition, Arianna had long flowing dark hair, well past her shoulders, and had Bella not cut her own hair, they'd have looked even more like sisters than they already did. Admittedly, her breasts were far smaller, pink tipped, perky and with a bit of a young woman's cone-shape to them, whereas Bella's of course hung heavy and full against her chest, just the way I liked them. Still, it was hard not being aroused around these two especially when Bella started talking about the girls lessons again.

"So, are you ready for some more training again Arianna?" Bella asked. The young woman nodding her head eagerly and without reservation, even with my being there. "Good, because now is the perfect time for us to escalate your training just a little, especially with my David being here." That one raised my eyebrows.

"Um, ah... "

"What? You wouldn't enjoy helping me to teach her some of the various arts of love?" Bella asked, honestly surprised that I would even hesitate at such an offer.

"Ah no... it's not that exactly," I responded, now seeing a bit of a worried look on the young girls face. Obviously, she was fearful... not at being asked or required to do something with me, but at the possibility, I wouldn't want to.

"To begin with, Arianna is still a virgin and has decided to remain that way until her wedding night. However... she is more than anxious to learn some of the other arts of love making to ensure that she will please her husband in such ways once they are married. So if you were worried about that... " Bella left off saying.

"No, I ah... wasn't worried about that Bella. I just didn't want her to think she had to, you know... with me," I offered making this up on the fly. Though it seemed to please them both that I had said as much, hence settling any worries either one of them might have had. Though I still sensed that Bella had been playing me just the same. Especially when she turned briefly back towards me winking.

"In that case, lay back and enjoy David. I am about to teach and show Arianna here the mysteries and secrets of the male penis. Or rather male cock. I really do prefer using that name for it, less clinical, and far more erotic sounding. Wouldn't you agree Arianna?"

"Oh yes, yes! I do like saying 'cazzo' or rather cock over penis," she corrected herself speaking English again. "It is far more... how you say, 'spinto os'e'"? She asked Bella questioning.

"To feel like a naughty girl," Bella giggled, now looking at me having translated. "Which I'm feeling a bit like myself," she laughed again, this time crawling over to give me another kiss on the lips, simultaneously pressing those breasts of hers against me in offering. An offering which I accepted of course, greedily groping her now, both hands on her breasts, molding and fondling them unabashedly.

"I too love the feel of her 'tette's'," Arianna half moaned, almost longingly. "I just wish mine were and big and as full as hers are."

"Nonsense," Bella scolded. "Your boobies are magnificent, just as they are. And as you have learned, so very... very sensitive. Even more so than my own!" Bella said having sat back up again, fingers now on each one of her own hard nipples actually pulling on them. "She has learned to have orgasms just by playing with them," Bella shared looking back towards me once more, and then smiling broadly. Pleased to see that my prick had indeed already found itself rising to the occasion. She then proceeded to thumb and toy with the young girls nipples, causing her to moan, her eyes closing almost automatically, head thrown back as within moments, she seemed to be teetering on the edge already.

"Not quite yet, 'spinto os'e'," Bella laughed. "First, I must show you how to give an 'un pompino'," she stated leaning over my cock. "That means blowjob," she said speaking to me.

"I figured as much," I answered back, already feeling Bella's hand clasping my cock as Arianna scooted over next to her, getting closer as well.

"And once I show her how to do this," Bella said leaning over even closer, giving the tip of my prick a nice long lingering lick, as Arianna looked on. "I will have you 'leccami la figa,'" she informed me, though I had no clue as to what she'd just told me of course. "No worries, I am sure you will figure out what that means soon enough," she added to that, and then engulfed the entire length of my hardened prick, nearly swallowing it entirely as Arianna's eyes grew wide in wonder.

I lay back, once more taking delight in the sensations of Bella's very talented tongue and lips. Occasionally she spoke, pointing out techniques and teasings to her student, as Arianna continued looking on, though she likewise continued caressing herself, periodically slipping a hand down between her legs, then bringing it back up, tips of fingers disappearing into her mouth as she sucked them off. "Alright, now you do to David's cock what I just did," she said scooting off to one side just a bit as Arianna more than happily moved in. Again, without hesitation on her part of any sort, she firmly grasped my prick, fondling and stroking it for a moment, getting acquainted with it first.

"'Fare una sega'," Arianna spoke with an obvious slur of passion in her tone of voice.

"I know, I enjoy doing that too," Bella agreed, now fingering herself as she sat there, again urging Arianna to continue.

"I really do wish I'd learned how to speak the language," I admonished myself aloud, causing both women to laugh.

"What she said was, was that she enjoys jacking you off. She likes the feel of your nice hard prick in her hand."

"I rather like the feel of my nice hard prick in her hand too," I agreed most delightedly. "But how do you say that I would enjoy fingering her a bit too?" I asked.

"'Fatti una pugnetta'," Bella informed me.

"In that case, I would like to fatti una pugnetta, you to," I said looking towards Arianna, though both women burst out in laughter.

"I guess it does sort of lose a little in the translation," Bella told me. "Essentially, the way you said it in your pronunciation and emphasis, you basically said you'd like to wank her prick."

"I did?" I said, laughing along with, though sure I had repeated the words precisely the way she'd spoken them to me.

"Never mind, we can teach you a little more Italian later. For now... let us concentrate on teaching her how to suck a man's cock properly."

I was certainly on board with that, enjoying it even more so as Bella came around to sit on the other side of me, which allowed me to now slip my own hand beneath her, finding that exquisitely wet split of hers, which I began playing with and fingering as the two girls now took turns licking and sucking me together. I was surprised just a little however when Arianna couldn't help but notice my wiggling digits. Almost immediately, she reached down, now taking my other hand, and placing it upon her own wet silky slit. Now I was fingering both women, and enjoying the feel of two pairs of lips and tongues rapidly driving me crazy.

It was indeed good to be with her again. And our first day together, had barely even gotten started.

With the two of them working on me the way they had been, and with it having been so long since I'd even been with Bella in the first place, I knew that I wasn't going to last all that long. Not at this pace anyway. She seemed to sense it as well, urging Arianna to continue on alone now.

"Yes my sweet, yes," she said softly stroking the woman's head and neck, urging her on. "Make him... make him 'sborra'," she stated so that Arianna understood what was to happen here. "I told her to make you cum," she then informed me, though again... I had managed to figure that one out too. And I was getting close. Very close. For a first timer, she was a natural, that... or it had indeed been too damn long. Way too long.

"How do I tell her she is doing very well at this?" I asked through clenched teeth, already straining... trying to delay.

"Tell her she's a very good 'pompinara'," she'll understand what you mean by that," Bella snickered. "And under the circumstances, I think she'll enjoy hearing you calling her that even more." And as though she hadn't heard all of this already, I went ahead and said it anyway.

"Arianna? You really are a wonderful pompinara. Now baby... make me... sborra," I grimaced pleasurably. And then did I!

I was surprised at the fact that she swallowed my semen the way that she did, especially with this being her first time and all, according to Bella as we discussed it much later. But Arianna had seemed eager to do so, wanting to learn the "mysteries", as it were, taking it like a duck takes to water.

"Now may I?" Arianna asked, still licking her lips, enjoying the moment.

"Yes, and I will give you the pleasures myself sweet one. Especially for being such a good student today," Bella indicated, having her now lay back so that she could slide up between the young woman's legs in preparation of licking her pussy for her. "Oh, and David? What I said earlier when I said I wanted you to leccami la figa me?" Looking up now at her pussy as she settled in over my face, the exact meaning of what that phrase meant was suddenly very clear to me. Needless to say, I dove into Bella's cunt the way I would have dove into a swimming pool.

After Arianna had had her fifth, and then even her sixth orgasm of the day, we soon dressed, and enjoyed the relaxed pleasured ride back to the Villa, though Bella continued to point various things out to me along the way. Including as we passed... what appeared to be a young man, and a much older woman, who was currently bent over the back tailgate of an old pickup truck. They were fucking wildly and like crazy as we passed. The two of them actually smiling and waving at us as we did. I could only shake my head in wonderment.

"More of that required sexing?" I asked.

Bella laughed. "In a way, I suppose you could call it that," she informed me. "But as you will eventually see, everyone here is most happy, and always... always in a good working mood," she added to that.

"I'm sure I will," I told her, looking back over my shoulder now, the young man still humping wildly away at the much older woman, whose large pendulous breasts were still gyrating just as wildly too and fro in nearly every direction it seemed as he fucked away. "Something that I know for a fact would never catch on in the states," I said chuckling. "Though that would give a whole new meaning to the term, happy hour," I quipped. A term that Bella was herself most familiar with as we'd spent several evenings' entertainments enjoying that sort of happy hour while staying with us.

"Yes, not quite the same," she agreed. "Much better here yes?" She then asked.

I looked back once again, though we had now traveled some distance from the truck at this point. But it was seeing Arianna, her blouse once again open, her cute perky breasts in hand as she sat teasing and twisting her hard little nipples. Already breathing in what I knew would be yet another orgasm for her.

"You could say that again," I finished turning back around, the Villa just up ahead now, and an entire evening ahead of us.

Bella led me upstairs to my room, and though tempted to ask her if her room was down the other hall, I said nothing. At this point it really wasn't important anyway, and if she wanted to tell me, I figured she would. I was curious however if she'd end up spending the night with me, or if she'd return to her own room afterwards. With Bella, you just never knew for sure, and you certainly didn't set any conditions with her wither. I'd learned my lesson there well enough.

"Do you like?" She'd asked stepping into the room, and almost immediately peeling out of her clothes again, letting them lay where they fell.

"What's not to like?" I agreed, though I was looking at her at the time, and she knew it. Her laugh giving away the real meaning. Almost immediately, she walked over to the bidet and sat down, peeing.

"Just like old times huh?" She asked.

"Sort of," I now laughed watching her. I had missed that uninhibited way about her, more than I realized. So much so, I stepped over towards her, suddenly sticking my hand down between her legs as she continued to pee. I felt the warmth of her liquid suddenly bathing my hand as I cupped it fully against her mound.

"Hmmm, I've missed that," She moaned, wrapping her arms about my neck as I knelt there in front of her. "I've missed how we can be so decadent and naughty with one another and with others as well," she added. "Like Arianna."

"Like Arianna," I smiled still cupping her mound, though the flow had all but stopped now.

"I haven't changed... much," she told me. For the first time a curious, slightly worried expression on her face.

"I wouldn't want you too," I said simply as she now began using the bidet, the spray of water now cleansing us both, though I removed my hands content, and preferring to actually watch this. "Though I have. For the better I think," quickly adding, seeing her expression change back to that knowing smile of hers again.

"It will be different though... for you," she told me standing up now, taking my hands cupping them to her breasts, still wet as they were. "New people, new faces, and there will be others," she finished. I knew what she meant by that, but I didn't care. There was something we had, that was just ours, and it mattered not who else we might fuck nor have sex with. I had learned from her, sex was sex; you could have sex and have fun without the emotional aspects to it. And yet, you could have intimate, more rewarding, almost personalized sex with one another that was, and did feel, completely different.

She knew by the look in my eyes that I was accepting of that, totally and completely. I didn't even need to confirm what she already knew. Stepping into me even closer now, we finally kissed, the way I had been missing in kissing her. A prelude to that specialness as we wandered over, still kissing, now groping hungrily, in need, towards the bed, Bella once more breathing hotly in my ear, whispering... 'Cazzo' me David, 'Cazzo' me!" I didn't need a language program to figure out that one either.

Bella crawled onto the bed, almost immediately taking up one of her favorite positions. She knelt there looking back over her shoulder towards me. In times past, we'd either started in this position, or finished this way. Very often times both. And though we had made love in nearly every position imaginable, this was... and always had been one of her favorites. "The best fit ever!" She had called it. I slapped her ass, not too hard, but hard enough to send a sound reverberating across the room, leaving a small red handprint on her left ass cheek. She grimaced, moaning pleasurably, now wiggling that near perfect shaped ass of hers. A signal that I was to likewise spank the other, which I did of course.

"Hurry David, Hurry! I need you inside me... now!"

In one fell swoop, I positioned the head of my prick, aiming perfectly, and drove into her with all my might, nearly collapsing the two of us into the bed when I did that. She had braced for it however, almost expectantly, now pushing back. The tempo of our first welcoming fuck, frenzied, frantic. It had indeed been too long. Her pussy, like silk... so perfectly formed and fitting around my cock as we fucked one another. It had always been that way with us. The union, our coupling... un-compared. And whether that was my own imagination or not, it didn't matter. The sensation of being so wonderfully contained inside that sweet wonderful pussy of hers was a reminder of what things could be, should be... and now would be, between us once again.

After a long time, we had moved from the bed, taking a bit of a breather, and in need of some freshening up. Now stepping into the enormous sunken tub, I was to find out that it likewise had a shower, though I hadn't realized, or noticed it until now. Overhead, in the ceiling, a gentle spray suddenly began to cascade down over the two of us from three separate portals over head, though these too could be adjusted using one, two, or all three. At the moment, we were using all three, which felt a little like standing beneath a gentle waterfall. And even though some of the spray fell outside the enclosure, with the natural heat and warmth of the tiled floor surrounding, it quickly dried and evaporated in place. We washed one another from head to toe, and then lingered again exploring one another until the heat of our passions and desires flared up again. Another nice perfectness about the two of us being our respective heights together.

Entering Bella while standing up was easy to do and without complications or awkwardness in making the attempt. I was again within moments, sliding up and into that heavenly split of hers, feeling her once more clasping and surrounding me. We hardly even needed to move together in order to fuck, simply willing our respective sex organs to throb and tease one another in such a way. I bent over slightly, capturing one of Bella's hard extended nipples in my mouth, sucking it as she continued to caress and milk my prick just through the contractions of her delightful pussy. And as we stood there doing that, we both heard a quick knock on the door. I had barely released Bella's tit from my mouth looking over as the door opened, and as Gretta walked in. Seeing us, I half expected her to act embarrassed, or turn away, certainly perhaps back out through the door again. But she did none of that. Instead, she simply smiled already walking towards the bed where to my amusement, she began straightening the now ruffled sheets, not quite ignoring or not looking at us as we continued to stand there, coupled as such in front of her. It was evident, as Bella hadn't made a single move to un-cunt me, that I wasn't going anywhere anyway.

"Will you be joining us for supper downstairs this evening? Or would you like something served up here?" She now asked having finished remaking the bed, hands on hips expectantly, though that same friendly, almost flirty expression on her face as she stood there looking at us.

"We'll be down," Bella answered. "Tonight, I want David to meet everyone else he's not met yet, and introduce him to them," she grinned broadly, her pussy still actually contracting around me believe it or not, though I was half-relieved that it was well concealed at the moment as she did that. Bad enough that we were standing there together naked in front of her "hooked up" as it were. But once again, I was to discover Bella was in one of those famous moods of hers.

"Very well," Gretta finished, only then turning preparing to leave. "Supper will be in an hour then... if you're finished by that time," she added with a turn of the head back towards us again, along with a very mischievous and wicked looking smile on her face. It was then that Bella actually did step back, thus freeing my hard prick from her, which nearly sprang up, bouncing as it did so. To my surprise and astonishment, she actually reached down, grabbing it, and almost pointing it towards Gretta.

"I don't know, do you think I can satisfy this beautiful hard cock by then?" She questioned actually sounding concerned. Gretta stood there looking at my prick now as Bella held it, almost waving it at her. She seemed in thought, starting at it, and then nodded her head as though having come to some sort of a decision.

"Let's make it an hour and a half then, just to be on the safe side." Bella laughed, already dropping down to her knees, and though this time Gretta actually did go, softly closing the door behind her when she did, I was almost sorry to see her go. Admittedly, being watched by someone was another one of those naughty, thrilling little moments I hadn't known about myself, not until I'd met Bella anyway. And as she so expertly began sucking my cock the way she always had, I had the distinct impression this wouldn't be the last performance we'd no doubt be putting on for someone either. And I was actually looking forward to that.

Exactly an hour and a half later, Bella and I had arrived downstairs for dinner. She had already informed me that anyone who both lived and worked at the Villa was like family, and as such... usually enjoyed dinner together. Even Donata, an attractive looking woman in her mid to late thirties, who I was introduced to as the chief cook, and who had prepared the delicious looking meal we were about to partake of, would join us. She too had dark long hair, soft though chiseled features that gave her more of an alluring handsome look, as opposed to being beautiful. And as I also quickly noticed, a rather large rack that already showed a great deal of cleavage threatening to burst through the already straining buttons on her blouse. Arianna was there of course, along with Edwardo who I finally met.

He obviously had a mixture of both Spanish and Italian ancestry by his features, along with a dark thick mustache, the same color as his hair. I was to learn that even for as young as he was, just twenty-one, that he had a great deal of responsibility at the vineyard, seeing to the proper stock and care of all the wine barrels and seeing to the wines fermenting process. Gretta and Matteo where there as well, along with another young woman, Leonara who as I came to know, was Arianna's older sister, and helped Gretta maintaining the household. She looked a lot like her younger sister, though she was considerably shy, rarely speaking at first, and blushing almost constantly as conversation periodically turned flirtatious, or teasing as we all sat enjoying dinner together. Needless to say, I was to some extent the main object of that teasing, especially when Gretta had announced she'd lost a bet with Donata about Bella and I being downstairs for dinner on time.

To say this meal was a feast would have been an understatement. I hadn't seen so much food being served at one time, or so many variations of similar dishes even being sampled. All of which I was passed with expectations of doing so. Bella sat on my left, with Donata sitting on my right. And with each dish passed along to me, she would point out with a great deal of pride what went into making it, and thus urging me to sample it, which I most often did. I noticed during one such pass of a particular pasta dish that one of those straining buttons on her blouse had finally succumbed to its straining torture. If I had thought Donata had been showing a fair amount of cleavage earlier, it was even more so now. I even thought about saying something, but as no one else seemed to care, or to notice really, I saw no point in possibly embarrassing her under the circumstances, especially as we had just met. Not to mention the fact, it would make it obvious in front of everyone there I had been looking at her breasts.

Along with the meal of course, was a nice selection of wines and in this too of course there was a great sampling. And though I could usually hold my own, I knew I would have to carefully monitor myself, already feeling the effects of just three glasses of wine as the food continued to flow, being near constantly passed around the table. Once more, another plate came my way, and as Donata held it for me to take a spoon full from, I noticed that yet again, a second button had now popped free on the blouse she was wearing. This time, I could see a significant portion of one of her breasts, the gentle curvature and slope of it from one side, the nipple itself barely concealed within the confines of the material. The fact she wasn't even wearing a bra now readily apparent. It was hard not to look, but I forced myself from doing so, though this time making some attempt at alerting Bella as to the situation in the event she might privately say something to her about it before disaster struck.

Bella however seemed to be too busy in other matters and conversation, for me to actually gather her attention to me in order that I might do that. It was then that I heard Donata's voice talking to me, asking me pointedly about where I lived, and what I plans I might have for the future. Forced to turn towards her again in order to respond, my eyes immediately darted down for a brief moment, hoping that she had caught the fact her blouse was nearly full open and had fixed it herself. Such was not to be the case however, and if anything, her blouse ballooned out even more so now. Sitting slightly off to one side, though facing me I could see the rounded portion of both breasts now as they hugged one another, once again... both nipples on the verge of being exposed, with a partial darker coloration of one already peaking around the edge of the material almost winking at me. I realized then that Donata had in fact asked me a question, which I hadn't really heard. Thus asking me again, and making me realize as she did so, she had in fact caught me looking at what had now become almost too obvious to ignore.

"Bella said you were indeed a tit man, but I guess I still lose the bet," she announced, now making me aware of the fact she damn well knew where I'd been looking. But worse, so did everyone else, though there was a sudden burst of laughter that seemed to erupt almost simultaneously around the table. Donata sat back, though sitting straight as she did, and the last and final button came free all of its own accord, both breasts suddenly exposed in all their glory.

"Bet?" Was all I could say, feeling embarrassed and a little bewildered at what had just transpired here.​