Maria brought a cup of coffee to bed for Séraphin, who was still asleep. She turned him over on his back and sucked him, straddling his legs, rubbing her vulva against his. The boy awoke gently. He placed his hands on her head. The girl gave him a mischievous look. Séraphin was getting used to her enchanting awakenings. His cock moved in and out of the girl's mouth, his saliva flowed over her balls, which she massaged with skill, the swaying of her breasts hypnotized him, he reached out with one hand to caress them, with the other he pressed down on her head to set the tempo. The girl's eyes stared intently at him. When a finger violated his anus, he ejaculated, the girl swallowed and swallowed to the last drop.
— I heard you scream earlier.
— You were dreaming, Seraphim.
— Maybe I was. But it sounded like you. It was your voice.
— Your coffee's going to be cold.
— That's okay, I like my coffee cold.
— I'll make some more. I've got to get ready for the jailbird cousin.
Séraphin had completely forgotten. Sadness overwhelmed him. Why hadn't he been able to refuse the cousin's proposal? He knew he couldn't have, anyway. And then Maria had accepted, too eagerly. She liked that kind of man, rough, virile. But it was with him that she spent the night.
In the kitchen, Maria, still naked, washed, her hair wet, was doing her nails, sticking out her tongue with vermilion nail polish.
— Pour yourself a cup of coffee, my nails aren't dry. And put on some toast.
Séraphin asked:
— Do you do your nails?
— I make myself beautiful for the cousins. You don't want them to think I'm a slob. Besides, we're invited to eat. So…
— This nail polish is really hot.
— Don't you like it?
— It looks… it looks…
— It's a bit of a whore, don't you think, Séraphin?
— No, but I prefer pink polish.
— It's my mother's nail polish. Isn't it classy?
Maria put one foot on the table. Séraphin ogled her crotch. She spread her legs.
— What are you looking at, you rascal? Can you see better like this?
She added:
— I've got to find some clothes, I can't go naked. You're going to help me choose.
After breakfast, Maria led Seraphim into her mother's bedroom. She tried on some naughty underwear:
— How do I look? I like the black lace ones.
— Won't your mother say something?
— She's got loads, she'll lend them to me, she's not here anyway. Right, on to the little dress. It's better than a skirt, it's dressier. No?
She rummaged in her mother's cupboard and pulled out a yellow dress.
— She doesn't wear that one anymore.
She pressed it against her body:
— It's a bit long, isn't it? It needs to be shortened. We'll go up to the attic where there's a sewing machine and I'll do the hem.
She put on the dress and asked Séraphin to put in the pins. She looked at herself in the mirror:
— Any shorter and it's going to look whorish, isn't it? What's more, it's slit up the side. Erotic, isn't it? As for the neckline, I'll leave the top buttons undone, but that'll do.
Séraphin wondered:
— Why are you doing all this?
— Just for fun. I'm a girl, I like to look good, to be dressed in nice clothes. That's what girls are like.
— I prefer you naked.
— Don't worry, Seraphim, I won't stay dressed for long, my little finger tells me that. Now let's go upstairs and do some sewing.
Maria cut out the bottom of the dress, then sewed the hem on the sewing machine. Séraphin noticed her skill:
— You're good, you've done this before.
— Skirts and dresses are always too long, Séraphin. So I shorten them, and so does my mother. It's a question of fashion. When fashion lengthens, that's going to be a problem, that's for sure.
She made a few alterations and put it on. She tightened the belt of the dress around her waist and spun around.
— How do I look? How's my arse?
— Great, you're beautiful. It gives a nice shape to your bottom, but all I want to do is take it off.
Maria laughed:
— That's the point, Seraphim. Now for the charms.
She took a box from her room and took it into the bathroom.
— Help me, Seraphim, I need some red earrings to go with my nail varnish. Look in the box.
She took the thin metal bracelets she had left on the shelf above the washbasin and slipped them onto her wrists. She waved her arms to make them jingle.
— Nice sound, isn't it?
Seraphim nodded.
— I like to hear them jingle when I'm being shaken. Hi, hi!
Séraphin handed her a pair of red strawberry earrings.
— No, Séraphin, those are for little girls. Wait, I'll find some.
She turned the box upside down and sorted the charms.
— Anklets are chic. Some people say lesbians wear them. Isn't that crazy? These sound good.
She put several on each ankle and shook her legs alternately to make them jingle.
— Funny, isn't it?
Finally, she found some red earrings. A pendant with three little vermilion metal balls that the druggist had given her for her service. She stared at them and shook her head.
— Wow, I like that. And what do you think of the make-up, Seraphim? Some rimmel for the eyes? Lipstick?
— You don't need any. You're great just the way you are.
— I've got a method of bringing out the colour in any girl, I'll show you later. In the meantime, I need some pumps.
She chose red leather sandals with black heels from the shoe cabinet in the corridor. She wiggled her way down the corridor.
— How do I look, Seraphim?
— It's complicated being a girl. But you're super sexy, really.
— I'm missing a little jacket. I've got that in my wardrobe, in my bedroom.
She put on a little fitted jacket, white with green and yellow piping.
— Élodie gave it to me, I've never worn it before. It's smart, isn't it? I can't zip it up, I've got too much chest, just the middle button. Élodie looked like a scarecrow in it.
— You're really great.
Maria had made him forget about the lunch and the cousins.
— Maria, we've got to go, it's time. They don't like to wait.
Maria pressed herself against him and kissed him, her hand on his sex. He had a hard-on.
— Don't sulk, you'll see, it's going to be fine. After all, you're not the one who's going to be fucked, although… With a convict, it's force of habit…
As she hugged him, Maria pulled him towards the living room and, bumping into the table, she lay down on it with her dress up and her legs spread.
— Séraphin, it's your turn, take off my panties and fuck me. Don't crease my dress, be careful. Come on, hurry up, we'll be late.
Séraphin was afraid. Afraid of his cousins and what was waiting for them. He slid the panties down the girl's legs and threw them on the floor. He threw himself on top of Maria, desperate. He fucked her like he'd never fucked her before, brutally, like a soldier, bending her legs and pressing her knees against his shoulders. He made her come and scream before he ejaculated as if it were his last hour, and he was still amazed at the endless streams of semen flooding her vagina. Maria, her cheeks burning, out of breath, hiccupped and smiled:
— You've got a knack for enhancing a girl's complexion. Perhaps a little too much, my darling
Maria stood up and unzipped her dress:
— Your cum is dripping down my thighs. I'm going to the bathroom and then we'll go.
On the way, on the uncomfortable luggage rack of the motorcycle, Maria, pressed against Séraphin's back, shouted in his ear to drown out the noise of the engine:
— I forgot my panties, you gave me such a jolt. You rascal! Where did you put them?
— Do you want us to go back and get them?
— No, it's silly, that's all, but I can do without them. I always lose them.