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Maria woke up first. She went for a pee and a shower. Her father had left. Dressed only in her cuddly T-Shirt, she made coffee in the kitchen and took the cups to her bedroom. Séraphin was still asleep, lying on his side. She put the cups on the bedside table and turned him onto his back.
She took Séraphin's sex in her hand, which came to life when she jerked it. The boy was still asleep. On all fours on the bed, she licked him, then sucked him, massaging his balls without waking him. He began to give short, rhythmic licks. Maria pushed the glans deep into his throat. When the boy woke up, he was ejaculating:
— What are you…
He continued to ejaculate deep in the girl's throat, rocking his hips. When the flow dried up, Maria swallowed and looked at him, laughing.
— I'm having breakfast, silly… I've brought some coffee, would you like a cup?
Still shaken, Séraphin sat down on the bed and grabbed the cup Maria was holding out to him. He took a sip and grimaced.
— You want sugar. It's in the kitchen. We can make some toast.
In the kitchen, Maria toasted the bread while Séraphin drank his coffee.
— You want jam with your toast. My dad's made some really good cherry jam. You'll like it.
— I'd love to taste it. I like cherry jam.
Maria returned with the jar. She struggled to open it, but couldn't. She handed him the jar. She handed him the jar:
— Open it! He's resisting. You're big and strong. I'm just a girl.
Séraphin turned the lid without any success. He took a spoon, slipped it under the lid and lifted it. A spritzing sound was heard. He opened the lid with ease and handed the jar to Maria.
— You're so strong, Séraphin. I'd have died of hunger looking at that jar.
Séraphin smiled, knowing that she was making fun of him.
— Séraphin, now we're going to taste that jam.
Maria pulled a chair into the middle of the kitchen and sat down on it, facing Séraphin, her legs wide open. She pulled her T-shirt up to her armpits, revealing her breasts. Séraphin wondered what she was doing. Maria put two fingers in the jar and smeared jam all over her pussy. She did it again, putting a little bit everywhere.
— Séraphin, come and taste the jam.
Séraphin had finally understood what she wanted. He knelt down between Maria's legs, and she pushed her bottom over the edge of the chair and began to lick the inside of her thighs where the jam had spattered.
— How do you like the jam? Is it good?
Séraphin, his voice muffled:
— Super good.
He licked the edges of the labia majora, the folds and creases. Maria dipped her fingers into the jar and licked them clean.
— It's really good, it's my favourite.
Séraphin licked his anus and perineum, on which the jam was dripping. Maria leaned forward again to make it easier for him. The licking of the anus made Maria sigh. As the jam slowly dripped onto her anus, Séraphin set to work. Maria put her sticky hands on his head to encourage him. Then he licked her vulva with his tongue. He couldn't help but stick a finger inside her vagina, which was already very wet. Maria pressed down on his head, calling him to order. He continued higher, licked the periphery of her clitoris. The jam was caught in his pubic hair, which was caught in his teeth. He tried to pull them out one by one, but Maria's hands pressed authoritatively on his skull. He went for the clitoris and licked it vigorously; it tasted strongly of cherry. The girl sighed frankly. He used his fingers without any rebuff from the girl. His left index finger went in and out of her vagina and the fingers of his right hand fluttered around the clitoris, relieving her tired tongue. Maria's hands never let go of him. She wanted his orgasm. To great evils, great means. He put a second finger in her vagina. The girl had slumped back in the chair, her legs open to the maximum, leaning back on her tiptoes, rocking the chair back and forth. The hands pressing down on Séraphin's head told him to keep going. Despite the cramps in his right hand, he persevered, striving to go faster. A few signs showed him that he was on the right track. The chair was rocking dangerously faster:
— I'm almost there, Séraphin. You're going to make me come. Keep going, keep going! Faster, faster. A little higher.
Séraphin, encouraged, redoubled his efforts, forgetting his cramps. The girl finally came, squeezing his head between her thighs. The chair was about to topple backwards, but he just managed to catch it.
— I'm coming, I'm coming. Ah! That's good! You're making me come! My love… [1]
Séraphin was relieved, he had gone all the way without faltering. She had called him “my love”, and he was overwhelmed. He shook his limp hand. The jam mixed with the girl's juice was even better, and he smeared it all over his face. Maria recovered more quickly than he did:
— I'll make some more toast with coffee, it suits you…
Maria sat on Séraphin's lap. She dipped the toast into the coffee they were sharing. It soon turned into a silly game. They bickered like children, kissing and tickling each other. Maria's breasts became covered in jam and Séraphin licked them. He rubbed his hard cock between her thighs. Their bodies were sticky.
Maria knelt at Séraphin's feet, dipped the boy's sex into the jam jar, put it in her mouth and licked it clean. She dipped it again. And licked it again. Séraphin had put his sticky hands on Maria's head, trying in vain to restrain her, but all she could think about was having fun.
— Yum, yum! Jam's good!
She reached a point where having fun was no longer enough. She now wanted something hard, but soft and elastic, in her vagina. Pushing what was there onto the table, shaking off the breadcrumbs with her hand, she lay down on it, her buttocks on the edge.
— Fuck me, Séraphin. I can't take it anymore.
Séraphin moved to stand between the girl's legs. She guided the boy's sex to the entrance of her vagina. He penetrated her with a sharp thrust. He grabbed her breasts, sticky with jam, and began a lazy back-and-forth movement, the position was comfortable, the girl let herself go. She sighed:
— Séraphin, faster!
Maria had her fingers on her clitoris.
— Go ahead, Séraphin, go ahead!
When Séraphin reached cruising speed, Maria took her clitoris seriously. Séraphin watched as her fingers twirled frantically. He lifted the girl's legs by taking them under his knees and folding them over, keeping them well apart, he had a good view of the girl, her arrogant face, her pussy and her breasts, and the coming and going of her sex. Maria begged:
— Séraphin, faster, stronger!
Séraphin didn't see why he should go any faster. The situation was excellent for him. What's more, he had a little revenge to take. She had played him for a fool long enough. He continued at the same pace, knowing that she was giving herself pleasure without needing him, her fingers were tireless. The only thing he did was to go all the way in, the girl's position, with her legs raised and bent, had tilted her pelvis and made it easier for him. He enjoyed jostling her at every turn, watching her breasts jiggle against the rhythm, then pulling her towards him. The sighs became hoarser. The girl was about to cum. His fingers ran frantically around her clitoris.
— My love… I'm coming, I'm coming! Ah, that's good!
The contractions of the girl's vagina did not faze Séraphin. He knew the music. He folded the girl's legs up to her shoulders and quietly filed down, leaning forward a little. Her fingers were now lightly tapping his clitoris. Séraphin was astonished:
— Aren't your hands cramping up?
Maria replied, her voice uncertain:
— It's a question of habit and practice, Séraphin. You should practise too.
Séraphin pinched the girl with more gusto. He lifted her legs high, holding them by the ankles, and spread them as wide as he could. The girl resumed her masturbation and sighed.
— Faster, my love! Faster, my love!
This time, Séraphin complied. He could feel the orgasm building and his balls were still full. He ejaculated again and again in the depths of her soiled pussy, in the midst of strong vaginal contractions. The sperm dripped down his penis to his balls, down his legs and ended up on the kitchen floor.
— I love you so much! Maria! I love you!
When he withdrew, Maria, limp and lying on the table, said:
— Let's go and have a shower. I'm sticky with jam, and so are you. It's all over you.
They soaped each other up, lingering over their sex for a long time. The shower helped, and Séraphin began to get hard again. Maria knelt down and sucked him. He soon regained his undreamt-of strength. She stuck a finger in his anus while squeezing his balls, moving her finger back and forth. All he could do was fuck her in the mouth, sinking deep down her throat to her tonsils, blocking her head with both hands. The girl had a brief oral orgasm before he ejaculated profusely into her mouth. He helped her to her feet and kissed her for a long time, tasting his own sperm. They went back to bed and slept for a while.
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They got dressed, Maria put on a clean T-shirt and went out into the garden. She quickly prepared a salad with tuna, which they ate on the terrace table, side by side. Séraphin had put his left hand between her thighs:
— I promised my cousin I'd help him move this afternoon. And what are you doing?
— I'm going to buy some second-hand books, we're going on holiday on Sunday and I've got nothing left to read. There's not much to do in the country.
— My cousin, he's a pain in the arse with his dealings. But I can't refuse, he often helps me out.
Maria spread her legs so that Séraphin could get his way:
— You never stop, Séraphin.
— Do you want me to stop?
— No. But I let you. You manage to make me come.
— I need to practise, Maria. I've got loads to learn. And you never stop either.
Séraphin placed the girl's right leg on his lap and, with his right hand, prodded her clitoris. Maria leaned back and sighed:
— Okay, go ahead. Do you want to see my tits?
— Yes, I'd like to. I'd like to.
Maria lifted up her T-shirt.
— How's that?
— That's great! You tell me if I'm doing it right.
— Not bad. Go a bit faster. Yes, that's it. A little higher.
— Want me to finger you?
— Good idea, Séraphin.
Séraphin put a finger of his left hand into the wet vagina. He worked silently, the girl sighed.
— You're getting quite wet. Does it feel good? Do you like it?
— Yes, my darling. You can go faster.
Séraphin was having trouble keeping up. To distract him, he put a second finger in her vagina. He persisted.
— Let me do it, darling. That's good, but you've still got a lot to learn.
Maria pushed him away and took her place. Her fingers were moving really fast, they seemed to flutter elegantly around the clitoris. The girl sighed loudly:
— Stick a finger up my ass.
— In the ass?
— Yes, in the anus. And move it.
Séraphin complied. The two fingers of his left hand went in and out of her vagina and the index finger of his left hand went in and out of her anus. He didn't feel totally useless.
— I'm going to come, darling. Faster, faster with your fingers.
Séraphin knew how to do that. The girl came:
— Ah! Oh, oh! That's it, I'm coming, I'm coming!
Maria, satisfied, leaned over Séraphin's shoulder.
— Ah, my love, that was good.
— I didn't do much.
— You helped me a lot, Séraphin.
Séraphin asked anxiously:
— Maria! When will we see each other again? How about tonight? At midnight?
Maria pretended to think:
— Come round around six o'clock so we can eat with my dad, he likes you, you know.
Séraphin left and Maria got dressed: matching pink panties and a pink bra, a very short white miniskirt, a very simple white blouse, sandals, a white linen jacket that had belonged to her mother, little pink fancy earrings and metal bracelets on both wrists. She took out her bike and closed the gate.
[1]. Maria very rarely said words of love to her lovers, even during orgasm. But with Séraphin, she made an exception, because he was in love with her and it gave her pleasure.