Séraphin laid Maria's head in his lap, gently caressing her face, her little nose, almost straight, her chubby cheeks still red and her childlike dimples, her small ears, the arch of her eyebrows, her smooth forehead, her long venetian blonde hair, which reached down to her buttocks (she had had shorter hair in his memory), her graceful neck, her full carmine lips between which a trickle of saliva and perhaps even sperm beaded, he bent his head to kiss her lips. He jingled the earrings, then played with the still bandaged nipples, pinching them, jostling the still warm breasts. He wasn't worried and had plenty of time, his cousin wasn't coming back.
Female anatomy fascinated him, he had read up on it in dictionaries, at school, in textbooks and with his friends, and now he could do the practical work he had been missing. Claudia, the only girl he'd ever been intimate with, had never let him play with her body, and when it was over (it didn't last long), she'd chase him out of the caravan to make room for someone else.
He dared to spread her legs, her pussy was hot and sticky, her clitoris proudly erect. His finger spread her lips, slipped into the wet slit, it was good, he licked his finger and started again.
Maria was still wearing her little pink tennis shoes, so he cautiously removed them and placed them in front of the fireplace. He now had her all to himself, completely naked. Her feet were small, well made, and he counted the toes. Her toenails were varnished, pink varnish, a little chipped, pink like her tennis shoes, the nails of her hands were also varnished, he hadn't noticed. He bent and unfolded her legs and arms, but she didn't wake up. He examined the fine metal bracelets she wore on her wrists, smoothed the fine fluff on her arms and thighs, pinched her calves, caressed her round knees, still irritated from rubbing against the blanket, studied the hollows in the popliteus and the tendons as he stretched out her leg. The inside of her thighs was surprisingly soft.
He began to lay her on her stomach, first rolling her onto her side with her legs closed, then simply pushing her so that she lay on her stomach on her own, her nose in the blanket. With his finger, he followed the contour of the shoulder blades, from the spine to the buttocks, firm and round, still red, he spanked them lightly, then a little harder without the girl reacting. He pulled on one leg and slid a hand into her crotch. He ran his finger along the crack of her bottom and pushed the tip of his index finger into her anus, then two phalanges. The girl stirred and he withdrew his finger. And he did it again. He knelt behind the girl, half lying on top of her, and placed his glans at the entrance to her anus, spreading her round buttocks. He pushed, waited, pushed again. The girl sighed. He reluctantly thought he was going to wake her. But very tempted by this impromptu sodomy, he pushed again. Curiously, the girl lifted her buttocks. He pushed, and suddenly his glans was swallowed by her anus, the girl pushing on her side. At that moment, he really thought he had woken her up, and withdrew. He contented himself with masturbating between the two globes of her buttocks.
He grew tired of the girl's tails, there was much more to play with on the other side. He turned her onto her back again, not without difficulty, after several attempts. The girl was like a puppet in his hands, inert.
He looked down at her breasts, which were less red and free of bruising, but still swollen and warm. On the side of the left breast, he noticed three small moles forming a triangle. The nipples were large and thick, with concave tips. They made you want to suck them, which he did, and nibble them, which he also did. The areolas were large, light brown, and he followed their contours with his finger. They were dotted with small darker protuberances of varying sizes, especially around the edges, and he could feel them under his finger. The areolas were oval rather than round, but this depended on the layout of the breast, and he noticed that they were not symmetrical, being rounder on the right breast. The breasts were pear-shaped, large but not too large, firm and elastic. He wrapped his hands around them. He pressed them together, pulled them up, down, sideways, slapped them gently, he could have played with them for hours. He straddled the girl and pressed her breasts against his sex as he masturbated, the glans appearing and disappearing in the cleavage, his balls rubbing pleasantly against the soft skin, the girl moaned, he paused, waiting for her to calm down and resumed his exploration.
The belly was slightly rounded, the navel well defined and deep, and he mischievously put a finger there. He felt like he was playing with a doll. A thin thread of down extended from the navel down to the pubis. He followed him with his finger to her pussy. The mount of Venus was a small, prominent cushion, and he patted it with the palm of his hand like a small animal, then put his fingers into the blond pubic hair and curled it, pulled it, smoothed it out, tousled it, and they formed a neat triangle. He thought the girl was depilated, her labia majora were bald, like a kid. His fingers moved to the clitoris and he titillated it, the girl sighed. He thought he'd be a fool not to take a close look at this mysterious vulva, now that he had the chance. The girl's breathing was regular and she was fast asleep. His manipulations didn't seem to bother her. He kissed her and settled down, lying on his stomach with his nose between her legs. He opened them as wide as he could without waking her.
His index finger circled the clitoris, still swollen and vermilion, he played with it and then, after careful examination, after several tries, carefully unclasped it, revealing a cute little glans. He ran his tongue over it and received a small electric shock. The girl stirred. He waited for her to calm down. Then he started again. She moved again and calmed down. He repeated this a dozen times, and concluded that this was a very sensitive point. Continuing his examination, he pulled her red labia apart with his fingers and examined what they were hiding. A small opening was just above the vagina, that of the urethra, the meatus, if he had learned his lessons well, he passed the tip of his tongue over it without provoking any reaction, he licked the small opening with more vigour, the girl shivered. He tried to put his finger in it, but to no avail, eliciting only a melancholy sigh from the girl. The orifice of the vagina underneath was half-open and looked much more interesting and welcoming to him, sperm and juice still dripping from it. He counted how many times he and his cousin had ejaculated inside. He murmured as he counted:
— The first time, lying on top of her, just after the cousin, the second time from behind, again after the cousin, and the third time, lying underneath her. Not forgetting once in the mouth. The cousin, twice in the pussy, once in the mouth and once in the ass. That's five times in the pussy, twice in the mouth and once in the ass. How many centilitres per ejaculation? Ten to thirty millilitres in the pussy, i.e. a maximum of three centilitres.
But he had the impression of having ejaculated a lot more than usual, and so had his cousin, it wouldn't stop.
— I'd say a good six centilitres, maybe even ten.
He slipped a finger inside the feverish, moist duct. The girl shuddered. He withdrew his finger and the girl calmed down. He explored the insides of her thighs, the skin was very soft, warm, very smooth, sperm and pussy juice had run down and dried, long drips were soiling them, forming a thin film that rubbed off. He returned to the vagina. This time he put two fingers in, eliciting a few inopportune borborygms as he moved them slowly back and forth, dripping sperm down his fingers. The girl lifted her hips. He withdrew them. He turned his attention to the slightly open and swollen anus. Here too, a little sperm was dripping onto the blanket, which had seen many others, and he pushed a finger in, expecting resistance. He felt as if his finger had been drawn inside and was closing in on him. He murmured with a smile:
— Trapped! You shouldn't put your fingers just anywhere.
He took out his finger and licked it. It didn't taste bad. He put his index finger back inside the anus, and once again it was sucked inside. This time he moved it energetically back and forth, the duct was well lubricated and still wet. The girl stirred. But he couldn't stop. Maria was awake this time:
— I see you're very interested in my arsehole, Séraphin!
He gasped, taken aback:
— Have you been awake long?
— When you touched my clit under the bonnet. That's sensitive. Now you know how to wake sleeping princesses. That'll come in handy.
— Why didn't you say you were awake? Did you want to see how far I'd go?
— Yeah, I liked what you were doing. I didn't want to interrupt. Sometimes you tickled me, but I managed to keep from laughing. That was very good, Séraphin. But you got me too excited… climb on top of me… and fuck me.
Seraphin lay down on top of the girl, taking care not to crush her under his weight, and entered her, there was a slight gurgling sound, he knew the way. He went slowly, very slowly. Their lips met and he kissed her. She wasn't trying to upset him, the muscles in her vagina were contracting to accompany him in his coming and going. He could have stayed like that for hours. But after a while the girl said:
— You were very interested in my arsehole earlier on, I could tell. Now you're going to fuck me.
— How's that? Like this?
— Yeah, just like that, beta. Go on, then.
He withdrew and placed his glans at the entrance to her anus. The girl lifted her buttocks a little, leaning on her feet with her legs bent.
— Come on. Come on. Tuck it in. You'll see, it'll work itself out. Push! Harder!
Séraphin pushed, pushed, pushed some more and his cock was caught like his finger earlier. The sensation was different. His glans met with no resistance, while his cock was compressed by his sphincters. He pushed all the way in, balls touching her bottom, and repeated several times until her sphincters were sufficiently tenderised. Then he worked his way into the narrow orifice, which was gradually becoming lubricated. The girl controlled the pace with her anus muscles. He knew very quickly what pace he had to take without being slowed down. One hand grabbed his balls, squeezed and didn't let go.
Suddenly, his cock came out of the hole with a wet plop before being guided by the girl's firm hand to the right spot. And this happened several more times. But he managed to control himself.
The girl's fingers slipped between their two stomachs and descended to the clitoris, which they titillated. He was a little miffed to see that she wasn't content with his cock, but the girl had her hands free, while he leaned on it to get a good angle of attack, arched over the girl, herself lifting her buttocks to ease his penetration. They adopted a leisurely rhythm, her tilting her pelvis and him accompanying her back and forth. This could go on for hours, despite the position, which forced her to lift her buttocks and him to arch his back.
It was then that he felt something encircle his sex like a hand, a kind of warm, moist sheath, a little rough, well, not exactly, a sheath bristling with little spikes that did more than tickle him. His glans was no longer swimming in the void, but in this sheath that tingled and titillated him, even if the pressure wasn't strong. He forgot all about tiredness and pressed on without the girl slowing him down. The case had a life of its own, undulating, stretching, retracting, its spikes hardening, growing, expanding, multiplying. Since he couldn't see anything, he fantasised about it. Then the girl sighed as she arched her back. It was she who changed the rhythm as a new orgasm shook her. The sheath contracted but did not stop Seraphin's momentum. He was going back and forth in this magical case, his glans and cock tickling horribly, he was going crazy. His primitive brain took over again and he lost control. While the girl was still convulsing, vainly trying to close her legs, he ejaculated at length, in great jerks, tetanised. Emptied, he lay down on top of her, still tickled by the retracting pins of the sheath, milking her one last time, he spasmodically ejaculated at a decrescendo.
Maria had not fainted. But they remained motionless, frozen for long minutes, saying nothing. Séraphin's cock was eventually expelled with a plop from his anus like a foreign body. They fell asleep like that for a while. Maria woke up and pulled away from Séraphin. She staggered outside, naked. It was still hot, but a little cooler air made her shiver. She crouched down in the grass and took a long piss, blades of grass tickling her bottom, which made her laugh, she moved a little so that the blades tickled her still very sensitive pussy and anus. Unconsciously, she moved gently over the grass, caressing herself. She was coming to her senses, feeling good as she was, crouched down among the trees and the chirping of the birds, caressed by the grass. A hare passed within three metres of her, froze when it saw her and ran off again.
Seraphin woke up alone. He panicked, thinking that Maria had left. Then he saw his clothes hanging by the door. He got up and went out on the doorstep, relieved:
— You're here, I thought you'd left, I saw your things were still here… What are you doing?
— I've gone for a piss, as you can see.
— I can see that, but right now, what are you doing?
— The grass tickles me. That's nice. Mmmm! I like it. You were asleep, so… What time is it?
— Er… Nearly eight. It's a bit late.
— Will you take me home?
— Of course, I wouldn't want anything to happen to you.
Maria stood up and pressed herself against the naked boy, taking his half-bandaged sex in her hand.
— So, my magical arsehole, did you like it?
Séraphin didn't know what to say. They went back into the house.
— I wonder how you do it. My cousin says you're a witch too.
Séraphin carefully folded the blanket, shook it out and laid it on the bench. Dressed, they set off for home. Séraphin took her by the hand:
— I like you naked.
— Do you want me to take everything off?
— No! You'll get scratched by the brambles.
— You won't lose us, will you?
— Of course not! Now, will you tell me how you do it?
— Doing what?
— Well, with your arse…
— Why would I tell you! You know, I'm not the one doing it. It just happens when I get really excited. It's not my fault.
They reached the path. From then on, Maria knew the way. She took off her blouse and bra:
— Hold this!
— What are you doing?
— I'm getting naked, you said you preferred me naked. Don't you want to?
— Well, yes, I do.
She hopped on one foot and then the other to take off her skirt and handed it to him:
— It suits you. I like walking naked in the woods.
Séraphin took her hand. He had a hard-on again, he still wanted her. He didn't think he could do it, it was physically impossible. They walked in silence, Maria's nakedness both intimidating and exciting him. They reached the main road:
— You'd better get dressed now.
— I can go as far as the house. The path comes up from the back, and there's hardly anyone going that way.
— And if your parents are in the garden, they'll see you coming.
— My mum isn't there. And my dad doesn't care.
You could see the roofs of the houses. They walked cautiously along the shady side of the path, stopping at the slightest noise, like conspirators. When they reached the hedge of the house, they crouched down in the ditch and Séraphin handed him his clothes:
— I don't see anyone in the garden. You can go in. But we can see you through the windows.
Séraphin couldn't see him, but Maria's father was on the terrace, in the shade, drinking a chilled Vinho Verde. Maria didn't mind her father seeing her naked and her mother wasn't there, so she put on a conspiratorial voice:
— Can you see my bedroom window? The one on the right.
— Yes, why?
— Tonight at midnight, come and join me. Don't make any noise, the window will be open. And if I've fallen asleep waiting for you, get into bed, but don't jump in like a ninny! Then you'll surely find out what to do!
— At midnight.
— At midnight. But not before. I can count on you.
— I'll be there, Maria…
— Well, I'm off now. See you later, Séraphin.
Séraphin kissed her goodbye and let her go. She crossed the garden like a queen, down the central path, among the cabbages and carrots, under the big cherry tree, and turned off towards her bedroom window. She stepped over it and disappeared into the shadows of the room. Seraphin stayed there for a while, to see if everything was going well, then left for the camp, his heart full of joy. He couldn't believe it, she had invited him to spend the night in her room.