



Ch. 2


Seven year old Antoinette was still a little drowsy when Grandpa Lombardo woke her as she dozed on his lap. She smelled coffee, her Grandpa had a small burner and coffee pot on a stone ledge, and he had made a pot of the strong espresso he and his friends liked. He roused her with a piece of wine soaked peach, a swallow of cold beer, and a sip of espresso with a strong liquor in it. It should have made it worse but it cleared her head quickly. She was still naked of course, but she didn't care anymore and wasn't embarrassed at all. 

Grandpa kissed her and said softly, "Wake up sleepyhead, my friends and I are hard again, and we need you to take care of our big problem, wake up Antoinette."

She smiled as she came awake and remembered the feeling she had got before, when they had fucked her flower, without hesitation she asked, "Can I feel good again Grandpa, my flower, can you make it happen like before? That was nice, really nice."

Mr. Risutto laughed and clapped his hands, "Ahhh bella puttana, she wants pleasure, what a smart little girl she is."

Grandpa and his friends laughed and Mr. Scamatta said, "Lets move the card table and we can sit in a small circle, while she sucks one, another can play with her beautiful flower, eh, what do you say boys?"

Mr. Albanese added, "I like the idea, we never finger fucked her when she sucked us before, she'll enjoy it. We'll make her a happy little putanna."

Grandpa smiled at her, "Ahhh Antoinette you have my friends falling in love with you, they want to please you and touch your beautiful flower, ‘la bel fiore’.” he added in Italian. “Will you do a good job sucking them, hmmm, make them all very happy with your sweet mouth my amore?"

Antoinette smiled, she usually smiled when she was here but she really grinned now because she wanted to feel that feeling again, "Yes Grandpa, I promise I will, I'll suck everyone real good, I'll make your cocks feel real good, okay?"

He teased her as he looked around, as if trying to decide, but of course he already had, "Hmmm okay, we'll try it this time, and if we like it and you do a very good job, maybe we'll do it from now on eh? Would you like that Antoinette?" She smiled and gave him a hug as all the men looked hungrily at her naked young body, all their cocks were good and hard again. Grandpa Lombardo looked at her, "Why don't you start with Mr. Risutto, since he was the one who was so nice to you and made your flower feel so good before."

She turned, her smile made her look very sexy as she stood there naked in front of the men. Her little nipples tingled, she never remembered feeling that before as she stood there. She felt warm, and she liked being naked in front of them, she had felt that way before, but never like this, she felt naughty but in a good way. Could she be naughty and it be good at the same time? She didn’t want to think so she took her Grandpa's wine glass and took a drink and the men laughed. She looked at Mr. Risutto, his cock was as big as Grandpa's and it was beating like a heart and she saw it was wet at the tip. The men were close around her now, she could feel their heat, their excitement, and she felt excited too. She had never felt this way before, not ever, but she never did this thing thinking it could feel so good before either.

The unintentionally sexy 7 year-old leaned over baring her swollen moist flower for the men to see, their seed still oozed slowly from her immature womb, slipping down the inside of her thighs and falling in small drops to the concrete floor as she bent her supple young body at the waist, the soft curve of her milky white buttocks made the men sigh in pleasure. She opened her mouth to suck a hard fat adult cock as she had done many times before. But she had no idea then, nor now, how sexy and appealing her rear end looked to them, how wet and swollen her vagina still was from the four loads of seed already planted there. How it appealed to the men, dripping from her immature sex as they looked on in total rapture. She had no idea at all what she was, what a sexual force of nature she was to them, a child shared, a child molested, a child unfolding into a sexual creature after having tasted the incredible power of her first orgasm.

Grandpa touched her flower, he rubbed her gently and she sighed, he rubbed that same place, the place that felt good, the place Mr. Risutto had rubbed. Grandpa rubbed it gently, slowly, softly ... it was wet and slippery and Antoinette enjoyed the way his finger felt as he touched her in a place she had never expected to feel such things from. Her child's mind told her to try and suck real good, she went as deeply as she could this time and tried to make Mr. Risutto feel good. She had never done that before, it had been a chore required of her, but right now she wanted to do it. It seemed the more she did it the better she felt, with her Grandpa's finger rubbing her flower so nice. 

Andy Albanese spoke, "Lombardo my old friend, she likes that eh, we should have done this sooner and we could have had much more fun?"

Tony Lombardo smiled, "Yes Andy, she likes it just like her mother did when she was this age, she's a whore just like her mother is."

They laughed again but Antoinette wasn't listening to the voices, she was listening to the new sounds, the new colors and lights dancing behind her closed eyes as Grandpa's finger made her feel so nice. Carmine Risutto was almost ready, it hadn't taken long at all when she felt his hands on her head, she knew the signs. 

He groaned and said in Italian, "Oooh, Mama Mia, ella una vera puttana!" (Oh Mother, she's a real whore) 

The men laughed again and watched as he exploded in Antoinette's mouth. She was ready for him as she had never been before and she jerked his cock as his seed filled her mouth. They liked that, when she pulled on their cocks as they gave her their seed. He filled her mouth again and again and she swallowed it all down with no grimace as she concentrated on the sensations coming from between her very young legs.

She looked up and smiled wiping semen from the corner of her mouth with her small hand as her Grandpa continued to rub her. She was amazed, her flower felt so good as waves of pleasure emanated from somewhere in her tummy making her happy as her slim soft body was turned to Donato Scamatta. They all watched as she bent again and started sucking his cock wetly as behind her Andy Albanese took over from Tony and started to play with her sexy pink flower, softy and gently like her Grandpa had. But he surprised her as he rubbed her so nice, he put his finger inside of her also making her feel a new thrill, again something she had never felt before. She was already real wet, her young vagina stretched and very loose now since she had taken all four of their cocks inside of her. His finger inside her together with the way he rubbed the top of her flower was making her squirm with pleasure and she started making small mewing sounds that made all of them smile.

Donato said in Italian, " Ella veramente godere di questo!" (She's really enjoying this), and everyone smiled and nodded their assent.

Tony Lombardo smiled as he handed Andy a cigar tube, it was a fat one, maybe 7 inches long, "Here, try this, I got it nice and warm for her, I think she'll like it." 

Andy took it and slowly replaced his finger with it but he kept up a steady pressure on her little clit as he did. They heard her moan loudly around the penis in her mouth when he pushed the tube into her wet flower. They were amazed as she started to push back against it bucking her supple hips unconsciously and rhythmically as she sucked Donato's cock. She had no idea what she looked like to theses men, naked and bent at the waist sucking cock, what a whore she was portraying for them.

Tony laughed, "Jesus Christ boys, we've created a little monster, she's hungry like she's never been before. But then we never played with her clit before have we? I should have remembered, her mother was the same, after the first time, she was like a little animal. She was always wanting it, yes boys, this ones a whore just like her mother."

More laughter and Donato groaned, "Monster or not she sucking my cock like a crazy woman, Jesus I can't, aaahh fuck, I can't ... oh fuck... aaaahh Christ!" He loosed his load and they watched and listened as Tony's 7 year-old granddaughter swallowed, moaning and swaying her young skinny hips while Andy fucked her with the cigar tube and played with her clit.

She let go of Mr. Scamatta, and spoke, breathlessly, cum dripping from her pretty chin, "Ahhhh, ooohh ... Grandpa, it feels nice, real nice, Mr. Albanese, please don't stop ... I ... I like it, aaahhh its good, don't stop please!"

She turned to her Grandpa, he was next, she was very familiar with his cock, very familiar, and she sighed contentedly as she opened her mouth and wrapped her semen covered lips around her Grandpa's cock. Carmine Risutto took over the cigar tube, and her clit, and he kept up a steady rhythm just as the others had, all of them were very turned on by what a transformation they were seeing in Antoinette's demeanor. She mewed and moaned as she sucked her Grandpas cock, making sure to suck the head real good first, because that was what he really liked, she wanted to please him, to please all of them. She was feeling so good, her flower felt wonderful, it didn't hurt, and the rubbing was really nice, so much nicer than before.

She got his cock head nice and wet, she wanted to make Grandpa happy, wanted to make him proud of her, make him feel real good. She jacked his fat shaft, it was so thick her little hand couldn't reach all the way around. She tried harder this time to get more of it down her throat as the feelings between her legs, in her flower, built and built. Tony Lombardo was indeed surprised at the effort she was putting into pleasing him, she always did, but never with so much enthusiasm, even when they got her drunk. She was giving him a great suck job, he could feel her little pink tongue swirling around and around his cock head, he really liked that, but he usually had to remind her to do it.

He smiled, "Fuck boys, we should have played with her clit and used the cigar tube a long time ago." 

More laughter followed, Tony was really enjoying his suck job, he saw his granddaughter swaying her tiny body in rhythm with her head bobbing on his cock. She was moaning louder now and he bet she was getting close to cumming. He gently pumped her head up and down, harder and harder and still she kept sucking with just as much enthusiasm. Normally he could last a while but right now he was having trouble imagining hanging on for another minute as she sucked and jacked his cock like a professional whore!

He said, "Boys, the plan for next week is changing as I speak, somebody better bring a sex toy or something, maybe take a trip down to the city to one of those sex shops."

Andy was watching closely, "Hell they got one of those over on third avenue, I seen it with my son-in-law last month, we had a plumbing job over there. I'll stop by and see what they got for next week, see if we can't find a toy for our little putanna!"

Tony grunted, "Fuck, oh sweetie, you're going to make Grandpa feel really good huh, make me cum in your mouth putanna?" Antoinette wanted to stop and say yes but she couldn't, her flower felt too good and she wanted Grandpa to cum so she could suck Mr. Albanese next. Tony groaned, "Oooh okay, okay Antoinette, here it is, here's Grandpas seed, aaahhh fuck just for my girl, my little putanna, aaah fuck!" 

He let go and Antoinette felt very hungry, her little flower was burning and screaming to her, she swallowed and swallowed till it was all gone. She turned and took Mr. Albanese quickly into her mouth as Donato Scamatta began his pussy play with her sweet wet sexy cunt. He knew he wanted to make her cum, Carmine had done it before and he wanted to do it this time.

She was lost in the moment of having a cock in her mouth, its meaty texture filled her mouth and her being, she was enjoying the feeling and the taste of it, the mixture and mingling of seeds in her mouth from all the men made it taste so naughty. She thought she should have to go to confession, or be spanked, but she knew she didn't have to say anything to anyone. She wanted to please them all if they would please her and make her feel good. She wanted to please them now that she had felt something she had never experienced in her young life, something she hadn't even known existed. Sexual pleasure, pleasure for a 7 year-old girl from the things her Grandpa and his friends did to her. She felt good, really good, Mr. Scamatta was really rubbing her nice, soooo nice, her flower felt wonderful, she'd felt this way once before, when they were fucking her, oh she wanted to feel it again so badly! Aaaah it was happening again, aaaah yesss it was! 

Andy was in shock, she was sucking and jerking and he was wide eyed, "Oh my boy's, I think we did it, I think we really did it this time!"

Antoinette was looking more like a porn actress than a little girl, it was 1969 after all, and all of them had seen the 8 millimeter black and white films on the projectors, they even had them in color now and Andy had seen quite a few. It was as if a spark went off in Tony Lombardo's brain but he said it out loud, "We got to get a camera, you know, an Instamatic, maybe a Kodak, or even a movie one, you know?"

Andy smiled as he reared up in his seat and Antoinette groaned through the most intense orgasm, the most incredible thing she had ever felt in her life even for not knowing what it was. She had no idea what it was, but it was even better than the first time and it made her legs tremble and her belly ripple with waves of pleasure! She moaned loudly again as hot seed filled her mouth, she liked the way it felt as it squirted and hit the roof of her mouth, the way it tasted, the thick creaminess of it. She made other sounds the men had never heard, she wiggled her hips and groaned and sucked and swallowed as Andy emptied his balls into her mouth.

She let go of his cock and collapsed to her knees, she was breathing hard and deep, all of them were looking at her, as she was there on her knees in front of Mr. Albanese, cum dripping from her chin, she swallowed once more and got her breath, "Oh Grandpa, oh God Grandpa, it was so nice, please, I like it Grandpa, please, can we do it again?"

Tony smiled and thought to himself as he pulled her into his lap, oh yes my little lover, we will, we will do it again and again and again.

A little later a tired Antoinette climbed up the steps from the cellar that night with a different feeling. She wasn't tired so much as sad it was over, she didn't hurt, and she had wanted to stay. She had asked her Grandpa Lombardo if they could do it again. All the men had laughed with her, and hugged her and kissed her, and they promised her the next time would be even better, but Grandpa said it was time for her to go back upstairs. The men all stuffed some money in her jumper top and Grandpa sent her up the stairs with just her jumper on. He liked to do that sometimes, it made her  Grandma's face red. She held her undershirt and her shirt in a bunch in her arms, they had kept her panty. She went up the steps slowly, listening to their voices as they spoke in Italian after she had gone, she listened to the music of the steps as she went up, and it was always different from the way down.

It had been strange music so many times before, but it sounded happier now, the creaking and the cracking, the groaning and the moaning of the old wood steps, now it sounded like laughter, and giggles, and happy whispers, and fingers snapping and hands clapping to Italian songs. It was strange, how the steps were speaking in a different language now, she had only known one language before, and now here she was hearing another ... so strange but so comforting. She got to the top and took one more breath, the smell of the kitchen was already intruding on the sweet scent of cigar and pipe tobacco, and wine and peaches. She wanted to breath stone again, to press her face against her Grandpa Lombardo's hard hairy chest, and breath him in. She wanted to breath in the gravel and the brick, and to taste his seed again and the others too.

Mr. Albanese, he was the smell of wood and sawdust, and oak and pine and cedar, he was a carpenter. Mr. Scamatta, he was the smell of copper and iron, bronze and resin, he was a plumber. And the smell of Mr. Risutto, the sweet peppers and basil, rosemary and hot peppers, apples and figs and even arugula, she giggled softly, he was the green grocer.

She wanted to turn around and go back down, but she couldn't. Grandpa had promised he would come to tuck her in later, she wanted him to, real bad. She wanted to ask him to touch her again, like they had touched her tonight, she wanted to hear the happy music of the steps again and to feel the sounds and lights in her heart like before. She hoped he'd bring his friends over tomorrow night.

Her thoughts were interrupted by the sounds of the kitchen now, the water running, her grandmothers voice, louder than usual. She listened, her ear close to the door. Her mother was talking, in a hushed but angry tone, "They're fucking her again Ma, using her like a puttana, a whore, and she's only seven years old!"

Her grandma sounded angry too, "You brought this upon us, you had to be a whore when you were her age! And you had to get pregnant by that Greek bastard when you were 14, that's what caused all this!"

Her mother sounded like she was barely able to control herself as she spoke, "Pop had already been fucking me for ten years Ma, I was 14, what the fuck was I supposed to do, I wanted to get away then, I wanted a life of my own!"

Her Grandmother answered quickly, "Do... , what were you supposed to do! Wait until you finished High School, then get married to an Italian boy for God's sake!"

It was quiet, and she heard her mother, she had to listen hard to hear her because she spoke in a low angry voice, "You never stopped him, you let it happen, you let him fuck me for ten years, you knew what he was doing to me, down there in the cellar, the same thing he's doing to your granddaughter. And he's still fucking me Ma, every goddamned night! 

Her Grandmother hissed, “You loved fucking him, you were a little whore, you ran to his bed to play with him when you were a little girl! Don’t make it sound like he forced you!”

Then Maria grinned wickedly, “You’re right Ma! I loved it, and I love him Ma, I love fucking him, and he won’t touch you, because you’re a frigid bitch!"

She jumped as she heard the crash of a plate breaking and then her mothers cry! She burst through the door, her jumper hanging askew, to see her Mother holding her face, angry red finger marks across it and Grandma staring at her. She held her bunched up clothes in her hands, dried cum still staining her cheeks as her mother spoke, holding the side of the face with one hand, tears running down her face, "Get upstairs right now and run your bath, dinner's almost ready, hurry up!"

Antoinette turned and ran for the steps and flew up them to the second floor and ran to the bathroom and closed the door. Her Grandma had hit her Mommy, she had hurt her and her Mommy was crying and Antoinette didn't understand. What did Mommy mean; Grandpa was fucking her for ten years? He fucked her every night? Antoinette was confused, she didn't like to see her Mommy cry, she didn't want to see her Grandma angry, she didn't know what to do. She sat for a minute, sighed and got up and turned the water on for the tub and waited till it got warm and put the plug in. She took off her jumper and stuffed it along with her shirts into the hamper, she put bubble bath in the water and climbed in, letting the warm water rise around her, as the bubbles grew she closed her eyes and sighed. It would be alright, Grandpa would make it alright and she relaxed in the warm scented water.
