“You mean you’ve been married four times and yet only, been in love once? How can that possibly be?” Angelina asked in wonder.
“Well…..When you get older, little one, you’ll understand that more often than not, marriage has little, if anything, to do with love.
“Why’s that?”
“Because people get married for lots of reasons other than love. Take me for example, my first marriage was arranged for me, because my family were good friends with her family. That was way back in 1940 when I was only fifteen. You see, my first wife’s father was a high ranking official in Mussolini’s government, and her older brother was a soldier fighting in North Africa. When he was killed in action she was so distraught that I took her in my arms………… just trying to comfort her………and……….somehow, we ended up having sex. Well, Bari, (where we both lived) was an ultra-conservative, tradition bound place. So, that sort of thing wasn’t simply frowned upon, it was considered an unspeakable wrong! At least back in those days. Her father was so upset about me taking his youngest daughter’s virginity, that he practically forced my parents to wed me to her.”
“But you didn’t love her?” Angelina asked.
“No….even though I killed for her sake.”
“WHAT???” Angelina gasped in shocked horror, her mouth and eyes wide open.
“Oh YES! Because the scum deserved it! You see, in 1943 , some Nazi bastard who pretended to be her friend raped her……she was so ashamed by this that she ended up killing herself! After that I hunted the S.S. monster down and pretended to be HIS friend.
Until, one night when we were coming out of a bar together, I cut that filthy pig’s throat when he least expected it! Of course I had to go into hiding after that, and I joined the anti-Fascist resistance shortly there after. In time, I ended up fighting side by side with the Americans, who had already taken Sicily and landed on mainland Italy by then.
So it was only a matter of time before they reached Bari. But I’ll tell you it was a big mistake to help those American assholes! ….Because they killed my whole family!”
“WHAT???” Angelina asked in stunned disbelief yet again.
“THAT’S RIGHT!” Giovanni said in anger. “Those American swine had ships in our harbor loaded with poison gas! When the Germans bombed those ships, that fuckin gas got out and damn near killed off half my village! My mother, father, two brothers and a sister included! Not to mention most of my uncles ,aunts and cousins.”
“Holy mother of God!” Angelina exclaimed. “You lost everybody!”
“Yes!” The old man said indignantly! “My village was decimated and nearly my entire family was wiped out! But did the Americans even acknowledge any wrong doing…NO!” He said angrily… “They refused to even admit there WAS poison gas on those ships! “It made me sorry I’d fought for those lying, conniving scumbags! I tell you Angelina, after that, I cursed the day the Americans invaded my country! For, me the American occupation was worse than the German occupation!”
“Well, I can see why.” The young girl said sympathetically.
“And, from that day to this, I HATE Americans because of what they did….besides, they all think their shit don’t stink! They think their better than everyone else, and I hate people who think they’re big shots!”
Angelina was greatly disturbed by all this, but still eager to know the rest of the saga of Giovanni’s love life….
“I’m sorry you lost your family” She said sorrowfully, “but, what happened after your first wife died? Did you find your one true love after that?”
“Oh hardly! After the war, I married again…..because I had to! I’d gotten the girl pregnant, you see.”
“But you didn’t love HER either?” Angelina asked.
“No….” Giovanni replied flatly. “Back then I was a great lover, I had more women than I knew what to do with. But, when I got one of them “in trouble”….as they use to put it….. my sense of honor wouldn’t let me just walk away from her….”
“So, you got married a second time because it was the right thing to do?” Angelina asked.
“Exactly” The old man replied.
“But you didn’t love your second wife either?” The young girl asked again.
“No” Giovanni answered dryly.
“How long were you together?” She then asked.
“Too long!” Giovanni replied. We had eleven years of NOTHING together. Then, one day, she up and decided to leave me….So she took our three kids, boarded a ship, and sailed off to America. I never saw her OR my three children again…… I couldn’t get a divorce in this God damned Catholic country, but I did eventually manage to get an annulment from a judge……I married my third wife mostly out of pity, more than anything else.
She was a homely, sickly thing, and was destined to be an old maid if I hadn’t offered to put a ring on her finger. Though a marriage of convenience, the trade offs weren’t so bad.
I gave her my name and the prestige that went along with that….and she gave me a baby boy.”
Giovanni then looked deeply grieved as he sat back in his seat, staring off into space while thinking about events long past.”
“I guess the act of child birth was too much for her…..She died giving my son life……”
“So, did that boy grow up to be the doctor you’re going to visit today?”
“Yes!” The old man said proudly. “Giovanni junior was always very smart.
But, because I couldn’t keep leaving him with relatives while I was working, I sent him away to boarding school in England. I scrimped and saved to pay his tuition…and I guess it paid off, because he ended up getting noticed by his teacher’s as a great achiever, and was ultimately awarded a scholarship to go to medical school…..Still , he resents me for sending him away……I guess it’s my own fault…..But, you have to understand that I wasn’t able to show that boy the fatherly affection I should have……All because I had yet to experience genuine love with ANYONE , up to that point in my life. ”
“My God” Angelina said “All those marriages and no love….” She looked at the old man sadly “And, worse yet, you couldn’t really love your own son , your own flesh and blood, all because you’d never known what true love was like in your own heart.” That’s so sad it makes me want to cry.”
“Well, don’t because I eventually DID find love! With my Rosina!”
“Rosina?” Angelina brightened “Was she pretty?”
“She was a peach! “The kind of woman who turned men’s heads where ever she went.” Giovanni replied.
“…..Only eighteen and so gorgeous you couldn’t help but adore her…..I was fifty two when I married her.”
“You mean, you were more than three times her age???” Angelina gasped!
“SO WHAT!” The old man said defensively “I loved her, she loved me……We didn’t let our age differences get in the way of that love…….And we didn’t care what other people said or thought about it either! Can you understand that little one?”
“Oh yes!” Angelina said “It was the way I felt about my grandpa.”
Giovanni furrowed his brow in bewilderment “How could a girl your age have such a strong attachment to her grand father? I mean….he’s practically all you ever talk about.”
“That’s because, what we had…” Angelina said reluctantly “Was something other grand daughters and grand fathers never ever share with each other……My mom said it was abnormal for a girl to be so close to her grandpa……Some people even thought there was some thing “horrible” and “perverted” (Angelina held up both hands with curled index fingers to make air quotes as she said these words) going on in our relationship.” “But, I for one, have a very different interpretation of what “perverted” and “horrible” (she again made air quotes) mean, compared to other people.”
“So do I” Giovanni said……. “True love, no matter who it’s with, can never be anything but pure unadulterated goodness” The old man said.
Waxing philosophical, he continued, “Finding true love, is like finding the Holy Grail…or the Universal Panacea…..if you’re blessed enough to come across such a precious treasure, then you’ve discovered the key to eternal happiness and the ultimate cure for all your ills!”
With Giovanni getting a bit too intellectually heavy for the young girl, Angelina again turned the conversation back to romance.
“So….why aren’t you and Rosina still together?” She asked.
To this question Giovanni looked away in sorrow.
“Because……in 1979, as she was coming home from shopping one night……” (At this point the old man choked up, as if he couldn’t go on.)….. “As she was coming home one night” he finally continued, sadly…. “Some maniac with alcohol in his blood ran her down”
At this point Giovanni broke down and began to cry.
This time it was Angelina’s turn to comfort him through HIS tears as he’d done for her earlier.
“Don’t cry” She said taking him in her arms “please don’t cry”
When Giovanni regained his composer and broke the embrace, he looked at Angelina and said “You know child, I have never known love since she died……never!”
“Well….I’m here now to comfort you.” Angelina said, taking his hand and squeezing it tenderly.
After that the pair sat in silence together, holding hands for a while, until Giovanni asked “What about you?”
“Me?” The girl asked.
“Yes you……I’ve told you all about my life, now it’s your turn…..”
“Well, there’s really nothing to tell.” The young girl said. “I was born in Reggio Di Calabria almost thirteen years ago. That’s where I’ve always lived, and where my mother lives too. If it wasn’t for the fact that my grand parents moved to Milan a long, long time ago, I don’t think I would ever have left my home town much. But, because I constantly begged my mother to send me to my grand parent’s (her mother and father's) house, it eventually became a ritual for my mother and I to take this cross country train to Milan each and every week.”
“Doesn’t that cost an awful lot of money?” Giovanni asked.
“Money was never a problem for us” Angelina said. “My mother comes from a wealthy family and has a huge trust fund which she often dips into.”
“So where is your mother now?” Giovanni asked.
“Oh! She couldn’t get away for this trip, so for the first time EVER, I’m going to Milan by myself!”
“And you’re not afraid to travel alone on such a long journey”?
“Well, at first I was, but now, that I’ve met you, I feel fine” The young girl said, patting the old man’s thigh.
“And besides, I’m a big girl now, and I ought to be living and acting as independently, and as adult, as I possibly can. That’s why I dress sexy like this” She said pointing to her pleated mini-skirt & and thin blouse, “and, I’m not wearing a bra either…these clothes are my own personal Declaration of Independence….we learned about that in history class you know…Have you ever heard of the Declaration of Independence? ”
I’m pretty knowledgeable about history, but what does that old document have to do with you?”
“It’s simple really” Angelina said. “The Americans wanted independence from Great Britain, and wrote a document proclaiming it to the world. I want independence from childhood and adult authority, so I wear sexy outfits like these to proclaim that independence to everyone who sees me!”
Giovanni could but shake his head at the interesting way this child woman looked at the world.
“And how long have you been dressing like this now?”
“Since last summer, about seven months ago, my grand father loved it when I dressed sexy like this.”
“Oh! I’m sure he did, and that also explains why your wearing such skimpy attire in January. But aren’t you aware of the fact that the winters in Milan can be very, very cold this time of year? It’s not like Calabria where it’s warm all the time.
“I KNOW THAT!” Angelina practically shouted in an extremely annoyed tone, “I’VE BEEN GOING UP THERE SINCE I WAS A CHILD! AND, AS I KEEP TRYING TO TELL YOU, I’M NOT A CHILD ANYMORE!!!!”
“I know! I know! Calm down …..There’s no need to yell.” The old man said as the young girl continued to explain.
“It’s just that I’ve kind of gotten into the habit of wearing clothes like these now, so it’s sort of become second nature with me. And, besides, I’ve fought too hard to stop dressing like this. You see, every time my mother would get on my back about dressing like a slut, I’d always raise holy hell until she’d let me keep doing it.”
“I see” the old man said trying to fully comprehend her pre-adolescent rebelliousness. “….And what about your father? You’ve told me nothing about him so far.”
“I never knew him….although I’ve seen pictures of course. “He divorced my mother when I was still an infant. Now, I understand he lives in Rome and commutes to Brussels where he’s a representative in the European parliament.”
“So!” The old man laughed, your dad’s a big shot is he?”
“Well….He’s a big shot I’ve never met.” Angelina replied.
“In truth, you're probably better off for that” Giovanni said. “Big shots like that care more about power and prestige than they do about family or love. Take my son for example, that “fine” product of my third marriage, the doctor, the one who lives in Rome, the one I’m going to visit today….He’s a workaholic who’s never had time for a wife…..You think he really gives a shit about anything but money???”
“So, Giovanni, do you have any contact with other family members besides your son?” Angelina enquired.
“Well…..I’ve got a hot looking daughter who’s only twenty years old , and the spitting image of her mother Rosina. She’s a part time model and a full time prostitute who lives in Marsay.
“What’s her name?”
“Oh my! What a lovely name.”
“Yes! I chose the most beautiful name I could think of for my darling girl. I adore her more than life itself, but she won’t let me near her. I think she realizes I have feelings for her that go beyond fatherly ones….So, she’s afraid to be around me. She’s called me a “pervert” and a “deviant” right to my face. To Francesca I’m just a dirty old man. You know Angelina….my daughter ran away from home just to get away from me!”
“What a shame” The young girl replied.
“Yes! She’s always tried to put emotional, physical and even geographical distance between us. That’s why she lives in France. Francesca can’t stand to be in the same country with me, let alone the same room! Still I get post cards from her now and then, and if I’m lucky I’ll get a phone call on or around Christmas day. But she’s afraid of my love for her. Isn’t that terrible???”
“It’s awful” Angelina said. “Your daughter doesn’t know what she’s missing! If I were Francesca I certainly wouldn’t rebuff you. In fact, I’d be flattered that a man like you wanted me!”
Giovanni could not believe his ears. Was this young girl condoning, perhaps even endorsing father/daughter incest???!!!
“Do…..do…” The old man stuttered he was so stunned to hear this form Angelina “Do you realize what you’re saying???” He finally managed to spit out.
“Yes I do.”
“But incest is against the law, and considered to be a crime against nature by most people.”
“Well…I’m NOT most people” Angelina said stoutly….It’s like what you said before about true love, being pure unadulterated goodness ,no matter who it’s with. I believe that’s true even when the people involved are father and daughter” Angelina hesitated before adding the next sentence “….Or grand father and grand daughter, for that matter. Love is love, no matter WHO it’s with!”
Utterly shocked and stunned by hearing such wonderfully radical words coming from the mouth of a twelve year old, Giovanni sat back completely astounded for a moment. Then, when he was finally able to speak he said: “You know something, little one, you’re not only wise beyond your years, you’re an ancient sage in a child’s body!”
“That’s because I believe in the power of love above all else.”
“Even if society’s greatest taboos are broken in the name of that love?” The old man asked.
“Yes! Even then!” The young girl said with staunch certitude!
“Well….” Giovanni said taking a breath, “You’re an incredibly enlightened and open minded young lady. I doubt that I’ll ever come across anyone like you ever again. You are the pearl of great price.”
“I’m what?” Angelina asked.
“The pearl of great price!” “Haven’t you ever heard the tale of the merchant, who, when he found one pearl of great price, went and sold all that he had and bought it???”
The young girl shook her head.
Well……I’ve never been a religious man, but the story comes from the bible, and it’s moral is that there are some things so precious that they’re worth sacrificing everything to obtain. For Christians that means obtaining salvation, but for me it means finding true love! However…..” The old man sighed deeply, “I think my days of buying such pearls are long gone. When it comes to love…I’ve got no one and nothing.”
Speaking the painful truth of that last sentence really seemed to hurt the old man. His voice cracked when he spoke it, and there was an empty, sorrowful, far away look in his eyes.
Clearly he was hurting from the vapid emptiness of his love starved existence, and the nagging fear that, at his age, erotic passion was most likely out of the question for him too.
Seeing this Angelina kissed him tenderly on the lips, laid her head on his shoulder and put her arm around his waist.
“You know something Giovanni” She whispered softly “I’m a great believer in the power of fate….And fate has brought us together for a reason. I mean…..do you think it was just a complete accident that I should meet up with a man who looks exactly like my grandpa? Do you think it’s a complete accident that you should meet up with a young girl who loves older men as much as you love young girls?........I don’t think so. There has got to be a higher power behind all this….A higher power working to bring us together.”
“Why?” Giovanni asked.
“Because we both need love.” The young girl replied snuggling closer to the old man, while once again placing her hand on his thigh, this time very close to his crotch.
Giovanni lifted her hand and put it back on her lap.
But the old man knew a pass when he heard and felt one.
And besides….this girl had been making sexual suggestions all through their conversation too…
“Was she asking for it?” he wondered to himself as Angelina dozed off.
One thing was clear. The two had become more than friends. They’d become confidants.
For in the short time they’d known each other this unlikely pair had revealed deep dark secrets to one another which they hardly even mentioned to anyone else.
But, now there seemed to be the prospect of something sexual.
The warmth and softness of the young girl’s body was clearly turning Giovanni on.
Finally he had to admit it to himself: he was horny again. And it seemed to him as if the energy of sexual desire was in the very air. Like static electricity he could feel it shocking him into arousal, every time the girl moved closer to him in her sleep.
Throwing caution to the wind Giovanni decided he was going to try and have sex with Angelina. But they’d need privacy if things were to progress any further.
So, waking his Lolita, he stood up from his seat and said:
“Come my dear, let’s go to a car further back in the train; it will be less crowded there”.
Angelina dutifully gathered up both their bags, her sweater & his coat and followed Giovanni’s lead.
He guided her to a place several cars down where there was only an elderly woman sleeping and a Roman Catholic priest absorbed in reading a newspaper.
They took a seat far behind them, in a secluded corner of the railway car.
Giovanni & his adoring little angel didn’t want to be disturbed.
Sitting there together, practically alone, Angelina cooed as she nestled closer to Giovanni’s side, indicating she felt a trusting bond and at ease with her new found senior friend.
Now that he’d poured his heart out to her what else could she feel for him?
Resting her head upon his shoulder as he protectively put his arm around her Angelina relaxed and looked out the window at an open field the train was passing through.
The young girl may have been mulling over their long conversations with each other but the old man, burning with lust, was currently thinking back a bit further than that.
Giovanni’s recent explorations of this little girl’s most private places earlier that morning filled his brain with arousal as he thought about where his finger had been and the warm, smoothness of the most amazingly tight pussy he had ever fingered.
If he was thirty or forty years younger, the old man mused, he’d find an excuse for taking her home and fucking her little brains out until she climaxed like a sultry whore.
The long ago vision of the young man he’d once been danced in his head and the vision of his one time hard cock stuffing her small vagina and filling her sweet little body with his sperm brought an instant smile to his face as he imagined what could be if only he were young and virile again.
“Well…he certainly was too old for that sort of thing now” He thought to himself sadly.
Then, remembering how this young girl had been so open minded about incest, how she had talked about her grand father almost like a lover and what she’d been doing in her sleep while calling out his name, it suddenly occurred to him that this little cutie must be attracted to older men, even extremely older men, like himself.
“Of course, of course!” Giovanni said to himself. “And hadn’t she even gone as far as to suggest that if she were his daughter, that she wouldn’t have rejected his sexual love ….as his real daughter Francesca had?”
Really! What more of an open invitation did he need? He thought to himself.
As he sat there contemplating all this his erotic longings finally got the better of him as thoughts of touching the beautiful creature lying cuddled next to him flooded Giovanni’s brain.
Angelina appeared to have fallen back into a slumber.
Apparently fast asleep again, she moaned in a whispered voice as Giovanni gently lifted the hem of her skirt above her mid-thighs.
Her untouched, silky smooth thighs immediately held his gaze, inspiring a fingertip to test the waters, hoping she was really asleep and unconscious to his moves.
"Please no ! Not here grandpa. Mama might see us ," Angelina whispered as if she was imagining her own grandfather sexually touching her.
Giovanni stopped, in surprise as he absorbed the secret revealing words coming from the twelve-year-old child woman’s mouth.
“SO! She must have been having sex with her grandfather!” He finally realized.
That explained everything, didn’t it???
“What am I stupid???” He had to ask himself…. “How blind could I be not to have really seen this until now? The old man chided himself.
One thing was for certain: with lust driving him crazy Giovanni was determined to take advantage of the situation he now found himself in!
After pulling down his long, all weather, coat from the overhead storage compartment, the old man placed it over Angelina's legs, making sure to cover his own lap with some of the material as well.
"I love you, darling. Don't you love your grandpa?" Giovanni whispered softly as he smoothed his fingertips lovingly through Angelina's fine hair.
"Uh huh. I love you grandpa, "She replied in a wispy voice as she gently gripped Giovanni’s fingers and placed them on her lap.
"Do you want grandpa to make your pussy feel all nice and warm, sweetie?”
"Umm oh yes grandpa! Oh! Please do it! But mama can't ever see us or…or…we’ll both get into trouble"
“Don’t worry, my little angel, no one will see us” Giovanni reassured her while kissing her softly on the forehead.
With the protective cover of the heavy coat shielding his illicit deeds, Giovanni eased his hand under Angelina's black pleated mini skirt.
The inviting warmth of her innocence gripped his fingertips like a vise, pulling him deeper between her luscious, parted thighs until the tip of a finger brushed against her damp panties.
His heart thumped while blood rushed through his temples like a speeding locomotive.
He was about to feel up this little love nymph again, and without distractions this time.
Little Angelina remained quiet and seemingly in another world as her young pussy was being probed and fingered.
Giovanni was mesmerized and totally immersed in exploring her innocence; smoothing his hand freely along her creamy smooth thighs, then occasionally massaging the soft, puffy rise of her small pubic mound.
Her warm slit beckoned his attention as he felt the flimsy, clingy material of her panties molded to her pussy lips.
With both hands now he reached for her private area. His left hand pulled the elastic waist band up as his right hand slid down the front of her panties.
Cupping her tender young pussy , a single finger, traced the shallow valley along her hot, wet vaginal opening.
He pushed in first two, then three fingers into her sweet snatch and started rhythmically finger fucking her good as the young girl moaned with pleasure in her sleep, and the heat and smoothness of Angelina's tight fuck-hole wrapped around his thick fingers.
In and out with measured, firm strokes, he masturbated the child woman’s pussy, causing her to moan still louder as his ministrations became more vigorous.
As Angelina reached climax, her animal groans of pleasure filled the railway car until finally arousing the suspicions of a nosy, crabby old Italian matron.
Wide awake and standing up in the train cars walk way isle now, this nosy old woman had quietly creped over to Angelina & Giovanni and was practically standing right over them as she yelled:
“HEY! STOP THAT!”
With those jarring words , shouted almost in his ear, Giovanni jumped with a startled shock!
"Listen here you old bastard! The old woman said shaking her finger “ You leave that young girl alone or I'll call the conductor and have you thrown off this train!”
“I swear I’ll call the police as well if you don’t get out of here now” she admonished angrily waving her cell phone at the old man.
Giovanni hesitated before replying.
"Now YOU listen up you ugly old crab! This is my granddaughter and she's having another one of her nightmares. I was trying to comfort her in her sleep. THAT’S ALL!
“SO! MIND YOUR OWN BUSINESS AND LEAVE US ALONE, YOU FILTHY MINDED, SHRIVELED UP OLD MEDDLESOME BITCH!!!”
Red faced with rage, Giovanni hissed these words through gritted teeth.
The torrent of hate he directed at the old woman was so forceful it actually made her step back in frightened awe.
“She was only concerned about the young lady’s welfare” a voice piped up from the far end of the railway car. “So , don’t be too hard on her. O.K.?”
It was the Catholic priest ,speaking out from across the many seats that divided him from them.
“It was an honest mistake” said the padre, standing up from his seat now to better address both the intergenerational couple and the elderly woman who had castigated the perceived impropriety.
“YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTH, AND STAY OUT OF THIS TOO!” Giovanni yelled at him.
DON’T THINK , THAT BECAUSE YOU WEAR A COLLAR, THAT, THAT MAKES YOU HOLIER THAN THOU!”
“SOME OF YOU PRIESTS ARE THE WORST PERVERTS GOING!
FOR ALL I KNOW, YOU MOLEST LITTLE ALTAR BOYS, SO DON’T YOU DARE TRY TO DEFEND THIS SICK MINDED OLD CRONE.”
“BOTH OF YOU NEED TO KEEP YOUR DISGUSTING SELF-RIGHTEOUS NOSES OUT OF OUR AFFAIRS!”
Giovanni’s outburst had worked as he’d hoped it would.
His harsh words silenced both the busy body old woman ( who now returned to her seat) and the priest as well.
But, unfortunately, it also ended his illicit, recreational activities between the heavenly thighs of Angelina.
Fully awake from the heated arguments now, Angelina clung to Giovanni like a frightened child as he continued to yell.
“…..AND STAY ON YOUR SIDE OF THE RAILWAY CAR TOO! MY GRAND DAUGHTER AND I DON’T WANT TO BE DISTURBED!”
Turning to Angelina, Giovanni couldn’t help noticing her smiling young face beaming at him. It reminded him of the look on an adult lover’s face after fucking her brains out.
“Grand daughter???” “Are you pretending to be my grandfather to those people?” she whispered softly in the old man’s ear.
Her eyes sparkled as she asked this question, for clearly she was deeply touched by this gesture.
“Ah…..yes, I hope you don’t mind….”
“Oh no! I don’t mind at all. In fact, I’m rather pleased, I need a new grand pa in my life” she said reflecting her age and innocence as she settled herself next to Giovanni and kissed him on the cheek several times.
“So….can I call you “grandpa” from now on”? Angelina whispered in his ear.
“Certainly” Giovanni replied, “In fact I’d be honored to think of you as my very own little granddaughter”
“Wonderful!”I love you… Giovan…..uh…..grandpa." Angelina spoke softly as she snuggled closer while absentmindedly easing Giovanni’s hand back between her thighs and adjusting the heavy coat to cover her lap.
"Tell me, why were you hollering at that lady & the priest just now?" She asked in a serious tone.
“OH! That old woman accused me of wrong doing. And I had to speak up to defend myself, then the priest got into the act and I had to tell them both off.
“Why do you think the woman acted that way, grandpa?”
"Oh….most likely , she's just an unhappy old lady with a sad life and probably doesn't have a boyfriend to do things for her," Giovanni replied as he wrapped his arm loosely around Angelina’s neck and pulled her closer in an affectionate, protective way.
Giovanni fought the intense urge to resume fondling & sexually pleasuring his new found “grand daughter”, even though she seemed to be encouraging him by placing his hand under her skirt.
Angelina was after all…still a child in the eyes of the law, and it was a serious crime in Italy to touch a child in such a way.
Maybe she was just ignorant of her actions and really didn't want him to touch her…or maybe she was as sexually needy as he was, and this was her way of saying," go ahead and touch me again. I won't tell."
This latter assumption seemed the more likely one, but it was the erotic, seductive heat radiating from under the child woman’s skirt that finally pushed Giovanni past the point of "no return."
He had to find out for sure by trying something.
His fingertips trembled with excitement when the fine skin along Angelina's luscious, inner thighs captivated his senses.
The erotic warmth between her smooth legs pulled on his hand, urging him to slip into the forbidden abyss of consequences with an under age girl.
What if she went ballistic and screamed for him to stop…or worse, if she called for the porter? He pondered.
Giovanni glanced intently out of the corner of one eye for any sign of objection from Angelina as he continued to smooth his fingertips along her thighs, easing his hand deeper between her legs and closer to her young sex until reaching the very quick of her innocence.
A sigh of approval from Angelina's lips was all the permission he needed to gently part her thighs and begin massaging her preteen sex.
The heat from her soft panty covered pubic mound warmed his hand and fingertips as he explored and fondled every inch of the twelve year old’s forbidden places.
Her inviting slit held the promise of an incredibly delicious pussy eat, if…..if…..if….if he could ever get that far with this girl.
But how could that be possible on a train filled with passengers?
“Rome will be next” a voice crackled over a loudspeaker.
Giovanni’s stop was finally announced over the intercom, alerting the old man that he only had a few precious moments left with his little nymph.
His trip was much shorter than her destination, but thoughts filled his aroused brain with the idea of riding the rest of the way with her until she was at the end of her trip.
He had enough Euros in his pocket to pay for an extended ride to Milan, and could get more money there from an ATM machine for a return trip to Rome.
The familiar sounds and motion of the train stopping to unload and pick up passengers didn't slow him down as he continued to feel up and finger Angelina's tight little pussy.
But now there was no longer any privacy, as most of the train cars became filled with passengers at this major station in the Italian capital.
“You know grandpa” the little girl smirked, “I was only pretending to be asleep when you were fingering me just now” Angelina whispered in the old man’s ear as she giggled with impish delight.
“Oh really?” He said, his eyes opened wide with surprise.
Angelina nodded with a big “cat who ate the canary” grin.
“Well, you slutty little girl,” Giovanni said speaking low enough so that the other passengers in the now packed railway car wouldn’t hear him “you sure fooled me”
“I love to play tricks and games, grandpa, especially sexy games” Angelina replied, her voice just above a whisper.
That’s when Giovanni had an idea…. “Well, maybe you’d like to play a sexy game with me right now!” he said softly.
“Right now??? With all these people around?” Angelina replied nervously.
“That’s what will make it so much fun little girl. The threat of getting seen or heard will make our little game super exciting! So, do you want to play???”
“Oh….I don’t know about this idea, grandpa….” Angelina replied sheepishly. “If we get caught, we could both get in a lot of trouble…..especially you.”
“Look, don’t worry about that. Now! Do you want to play or not???”
Eyeing the crowd filling the train apprehensively, she finally gave the old man a reluctant half nod.
“Alright then my child, all you have to do is follow my instructions?”
Angelina nodded again.
“Fine…. now, do you remember how you played with yourself when you first boarded this train, and you were REALLY asleep?
Angelina‘s eye’s grew wide as she heard this.
“Oh yes! I knew what you were doing, and I watched you intently too!” Giovanni said grinning at the deliciously indecent fact he was revealing to her…
Angelina just sighed ….half in shame, and half in titillation. As the old man continued. with his sexy suggestions.
“…..Now I want you to touch yourself like that again……O.K.?.......You remember how good it felt? How good it felt to give yourself pleasure while dreaming about your real grandpa touching you?”
She nodded….meekly.
“Well, touch yourself, again my darling….. touch your pussy." Giovanni said seductively.
Angelina’s hand moved, almost with a mind of it's own, between her legs, and she started massaging her clitoris with her eyes closed.
Soon, despite the huge throng of people sitting and standing all around her she was rapt with pleasure and a broad smile came over her face as she stroked herself.
Giovanni spoke to her now, in almost an hypnotic tone, as the young girl listened with her eyes tightly shut, and her fingers very busy between her legs.
“Do you remember how much you longed to be with your grandfather when you were dreaming about him Angelina? Well,. I'm here with you now. I’m you’re NEW grandfather and I’m watching you while you play with yourself. You love it when I watch you, don’t you?”
“You know you love to masturbate in front of me you horny little girl….Do you love it when you masturbate for me?"
"Yes", she whispered.
"Yes, you love it so much. Tell me, Angelina, tell me what you're doing for me right now, little girl?”
"I'm masturbating for you."
"Tell me you're playing with you're pussy for me."
"I'm playing with my pussy for you."
“Now, put your fingers inside yourself as deep as you can get them in there. . You need to feel your fingers inside your pussy like you’ve never felt them before.”
Obeying her new grandfather’s commands Angelina’s fingers started sliding in and out of her sex, as deep and far as she could possibly get them inside herself.
Her tiny featured face scrunched up into a ball as she felt the raising intensity of her soon to come cum building up deep inside her sex!
“You feel even more pleasure now. More and more. In a few seconds you're going to have an orgasm. A very powerful orgasm. Tell me Angelina, have you every had a silent orgasm before?”
"No."
"Well, you're going to have one now. Feel the pleasure spreading over your body? It’s spreading out from your pussy. Down your legs, up into your belly and through your breasts. Do you feel it, Angelina?"
"Yes." Her hand was pumping in and out of her pussy furiously by now.
“Your whole body is ready to cum for me. Get ready, Angelina. Are you ready to cum for me?"
"Yes."
“Alright, then I want you to cum as quietly as you possibly can, and if you have to moan, do it in my ear.
Angelina dutifully put her lips to the old man’s ear, and started quietly climaxing
“Nnnggghhhh!” she moaned, her hips bucking in time to sexual jolts of forbidden pleasure passing through her sex. With her lips still plastered to Giovanni’s ear “ooohhhh Godddddd!!!!" She sighed softly & slowly, as she stopped panting and her breathing returned to normal.
"Now, why don’t you take your hand from your pussy and rub it onto your tongue?”
With her face flushed and her eyes now open Angelina nodded yet again.
“Well then, go ahead, taste yourself, my dear sweet child."
Slowly, Angelina’s fingers pulled out from her tight virginal twelve year old vagina and moved up to her lips. Her fingers were drenched in her own juices. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth, and her index finger rubbed slowly against it.
‘How does it taste, sweetie?"
"It tastes salty, but good."
"Lick your fingers, Angelina. Lick up all that yummy pussy taste.”
You want it don’t you?. I’ll bet it’s the most delicious tasting thing in all the world!”
Now, it was Angelina’s turn to take control…….
“Would YOU, like to taste my pussy too?” She asked the old man.
“Oh YES! More than anything!” He replied, “let me suck that sweet flavor from your fingers."
With that the young girl reached between her legs again, making sure that her fingers were soaked in her cunt juices.
Then she reached up and put her cum covered fingers to Giovanni’s lips.
One by one, her fingers went deep into his mouth, and his cheeks pulled in as he sucked each luscious finger dry.
To Giovanni the young immature secretions of this prepubescent vixen, tasted like the nectar of the Gods.
Suddenly Giovanni was gripped with an insatiable, overwhelming desire for her…
He had to eat Angelina’s scrumptious young pussy if it was the last thing he ever did!
“Come with me Angelina he said, urgently standing up to pull down his bag from the over head compartment, and handing his new grand daughter her bag and sweater as well.
With the coat that had covered them draped over Giovanni’s arm, the two made off down the train yet again.
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