Maria went straight to the bathroom. All she had to do was take off her pink tennis shoes and get in the shower – that was the advantage of being naked. As soon as the water began to run, the door opened. Her father came in and sat down in the chair by the sink.
— I saw you when you came home, you crossed the garden naked, there was a boy with you, behind the hedge.
— Daddy! Daddy! It was a bet! I won it. He didn't think I'd do it.
Her father chuckled softly. He examined his daughter's body from top to bottom.
— You're very beautiful, my daughter. I've made some cod and we're going to eat on the terrace. I'll be waiting for you.
Then he left, taking one last look at his daughter's naked body, which she hadn't tried to hide by drawing the shower curtain. It was a little game between her and her father in which she saw no malice.
Maria came out of the bathroom naked and put on her old cuddly T-shirt in her bedroom. She grabbed a small Clairefontaine notebook and wrote down the date followed by the inscriptions: 2GAR 100, 101 – 5BAI+++, 2FEL+ – 1BAIENCxev – 6ORG+x, then in French on the next line: – old abandoned house, storm, mushrooms, wood.
Maria took some candles from the kitchen and spread them out on the terrace table. It was more intimate this way, rather than the light from the electric bulb when it got darker.
Her father poured her a glass of wine. They toasted each other.
— You're always walking around bare-assed. You'll end up catching something.
— There's no such thing as an arse cold, Dad. It just cools me down a bit in the right places.
Her father grunted, then added in his gravelly voice:
— Did you have fun today? Coming home naked?
Maria turned the conversation round:
— There's a funny house in the woods, do you know it? It's an old house, with just one room and a big fireplace with weird patterns.
— I know the place. They say it used to be a sort of little temple. But nobody goes there any more, and now they say there's still something fishy going on. A property developer bought the land to build a housing estate, but nothing's happened since. Rumour has it that a druid used to work there not so long ago. And that's where you've been all day?
— We protected ourselves from the storm. We were looking for mushrooms in the woods when the storm broke. It was terrifying. One of the boys knew the house, he brings girls there.
— Ah! Were there several boys? I recognised Séraphin, a nice boy. That idiot didn't see me. He was looking at your bum.
— There were two boys, that's all. A cousin of Séraphin, older than him. We didn't find any mushrooms.
— What have you been up to? Let me guess.
— It was raining. So… I got soaked and took off my clothes. You said it yourself, that's all boys think about.
— I say! You're exaggerating. That's all you ever think about, you little tease. You knew what was going to happen. For a girl like you, getting naked in front of boys means go ahead and fuck me.
— I really wanted to. I was pissed off with the storm.
— You did it with both boys?
— I couldn't leave one out. He wouldn't have liked it. I didn't want them fighting over me.
Her father poured the glasses again. The wine didn't really get Maria drunk. It made her head spin, but she liked the taste.
— Have some tomato salad, you have to eat or you'll get skinny, that would be a pity, I like you just the way you are… And then… Did the two boys fuck you well?
— Twice rather than once, Dad. You're very curious…
She chewed her salad. She often talked about her sex life with her father, sometimes in detail. Her father was curious to know how she lived it. He thought she was a nymphomaniac, but he could have said the same about his wife. Now, he didn't judge her, she was like that:
— Tell me all about it!
His father served the cod.
— Dad, I mean, it's none of your business. It's very indiscreet…
— How is the cod? Did I spice it well?
— It's very good.
He poured the glasses again and went to get a new bottle. He uncorked the bottle:
— Did they make you come?
— Sure, Dad.
— You know, I'm hard again [1]. But your mother doesn't want me in her bed any more. That's why I'm sleeping in the little room.
— Dad, if Mum can't look after you, I can take her place.
— You're my daughter, it's not done to fuck your daughter. It's incest… you know that…
— When you see me naked, does it make you hard? No?
— Well, I'm a man. And you're a very sexy girl. Even more so naked.
— You know, Dad, you can't have children with me. So there's no incest.
Maria's father was shaken by this argument.
— But when I look at you, I know you're my daughter. I couldn't.
Maria cleared the table. She left her father's glass and the bottle half-full and wiped up:
— Touch me there, Daddy.
She indicated her pussy with her hand as she spread her legs.
— It's wet.
— You see, Daddy, I'm wet. If you take me from behind… you'll forget I'm your daughter… I'll be any girl. I'm ready.
Maria lay on the table, flat on her stomach, with her T-shirt up and her arse in the air. She hid her face between her folded arms. In a hushed voice she said:
— Go ahead, Dad. I want to. I'm waiting for you. I don't want you to be unhappy… and it won't leave the family.
Maria's father finally got up from his chair, wobbling. He didn't know if Maria was really his daughter, his wife had been unfaithful to him from the moment they married, but he had raised Maria as his daughter, and that changed everything. João hesitated, he didn't believe in hell, he believed in morality… but… he hadn't fucked a woman in over a year. His daughter was a slut, a tease, and he was angry at having been presented with this impossible choice. He stopped thinking. He put his big, calloused hands on his daughter's buttocks and kneaded them. Those big, rough hands electrified Maria's body. She felt the palm of one hand rubbing her crotch, she was wetting profusely in anticipation. And then the hands abandoned her, leaving her orphaned. She heard a rustle of fabric, a zip, the metal buckle of a belt. Then again, big calloused hands on her buttocks. A huge glans made its way through her flesh. She sighed with relief. Her soggy vagina welcomed it gratefully.
A silence. Time stood still. Furious lumbar punches made her slide forward on the table. She was immediately pulled violently backwards by the hips. And so it began again. It was no longer his daughter, but a girl [2]. When the girl moaned, he didn't recognise her. He methodically began to pound her pussy. The girl squealed with each stroke, getting closer to orgasm. He ejaculated interminably with each thrust, deep inside her vagina, without stopping. It's been so long. He began to coitus again, more slowly, he hadn't run out of steam, he was filling up his batteries. The girl's vagina contracted gently, expelling the sperm from her vagina which dripped onto his balls. He spread the globes of her buttocks, exposing her anus, so tempting. As he moved back and forth, he pushed a finger in without much difficulty. The rectum was smooth, warm and moist, and the finger slid in easily. The girl squealed again. The butter had remained on the table. He smeared it on her anus and pushed it in with his finger. He withdrew from the vagina and positioned his glans at the entrance to the anus. He pushed and pushed. Once the glans was in, he pushed all the way in, causing the girl to cry out.
She was only on the verge of orgasm, but Maria split herself in two, which was a first. If she could see through her father's eyes, she could also see through her daughter's eyes. Their pleasures intermingled. This doubling provoked an impetuous and immediate orgasm in the girl. Maria was fucking the girl and being fucked. The girl lifted her head and screamed. Maria also screamed and grunted, she was fucking and being fucked. The girl was passive, she was cumming, the father's big cock sliding with ease in the dilated anal canal. The girl screamed again. The daughter's and the father's pleasure blended together.