The imposing wrought-iron gates of the house intimidated Séraphin, so he plucked up courage and pressed the intercom button. A female voice asked him who he was:
— Séraphin. My cousin…
— We've been waiting for you. You're with the girl. These gentlemen are impatient.
— Yes. She's with me.
— I'll open the gate.
They entered, Séraphin pushing the motorcycle. It was a large house with two turrets and a monumental staircase leading up to the portico at the front door. Séraphin left the motorcycle in the cobbled courtyard. There were two cars parked, a gleaming Jaguar and the cousin's dusty car, and in the garage, whose door was open, he saw other cars. Maria took Seraphim by the hand and pulled him towards the staircase.
— Great place. Not very tasteful, a bit pretentious, but…
Maria rang the doorbell. A girl dressed as a maid opened the heavy door.
— Antoinette, what are you doing here?
Maria kissed her.
— I do some extra work in the summer. The bar's not doing too well. Are you the girl they're waiting for?
— I guess so.
— Ah! I'll take you out on the terrace. They're all there.
Antoinette watched Maria, frowning, and said in her ear:
— They're thugs. What have you got yourself into?
— They're Séraphin's cousins, Antoinette. They're gypsies, a bit of hoodlums perhaps…
— Ah, if you need the toilet, there's a bathroom at the end of the corridor, on the left.
They arrived in a large glassed-in lounge overlooking the park, with French windows opening onto a large terrace where the men stood, drinks in hand. The master of the house greeted them, wearing a navy blue blazer, an immaculate white shirt and navy blue trousers with impeccable pleats. He smelt of aftershave, while the other men were in jeans and shirts. They all turned to look at the newcomers. Antoinette said:
— Sir, this is Maria, the girl you've been waiting for.
The master of the house extended his hand to Maria:
— You're Maria, welcome to our home, we're delighted to meet you, we've been waiting for you. You're very pretty, mademoiselle. Really pretty. You've got everything you need right where you want it. Our Zanko will be delighted.
Maria shook the hand he held out to her:
— Thank you, sir.
The master of the house extended his hand to Seraphim:
— And you are Seraphim. Your cousin has told me a lot about you. Come, Antoinette will serve you a drink.
They headed for the little bar on wheels. Antoinette asked:
— What can I get you?
Maria examined the bottles and replied:
— A gin martini.
— And for you, Seraphim?
— An orange juice.
Antoinette served them. The men only looked at Maria. She was resplendent under the shade of the terrace, standing in her little yellow dress, swaying slightly on her long bare legs, smiling, sipping her martini. Ruben walked towards her, smiling, pleased, she was clearly pleasing the men. He kissed her twice, ostentatiously resting one hand on her breast and the other on her bottom, showing the men that he had possessed her.
— Maria, you look wonderful. Thank you for coming. Séraphin, that bird of ill fortune, thought you weren't coming. Let me introduce you to cousin Zanko.
Cousin Zanko was the same model, only older, heavier, bigger, smaller, more tattooed, and probably fiercer. He got up from his chair and gave her a kiss.
— Hello, little one. Thank you so much for coming. Like the mare to the stallion.
His voice was hoarse, muffled and powerful. Maria shivered as the man's voice echoed through her body, down to her lower abdomen, making her wet:
— Ruben's told me all about you, but he's way off base. You're gorgeous and sexy as hell. I haven't touched a woman in three years, my balls are full of love. And you've already got my cock hard as an ass.
He pulled her towards him, grabbing her by the neck and putting a hand under her dress, right on her pussy:
— Aren't you wearing any panties? Naughty girl.
Maria opened her legs a little and involuntarily rubbed against the inquisitive hand:
— Yes, sir.
— Are you wet, little one?
— Yes, sir, I am.
He ran his finger up and down the slit several times. The clitoris protruded under the pressure of the finger. The girl's juices were getting his fingers wet.
— Do you like it when we touch you there, little one?
— Yes, sir.
He took the glass balanced in the girl's hand, put it down and pushed his index finger into her vagina, forcing the girl to spread her legs a little more, she was panting. His index finger came and went. He held her back, pressing her down with one powerful arm, and as she faltered, he lifted her dress to her waist and lifted her off the floor. He pressed her against him, making his finger go faster, and she moaned. The girl's feet had no hold, her legs were flailing in the air, she clutched her arms around the man's neck, her face hidden in his thick neck, inhaling his man smell.
— You smell good. You smell the girl. Feels good, doesn't it! Little?
— Oh, yes, sir.
The girl impaled herself on his index finger, squirming, jerking, flailing, seeking a grip with her feet, driven mad by the finger wiggling in her pussy. She moaned, sobbed, trembled. Her feet banged against Zanko's legs, looking for support.
— Are you going to come, little one? I can feel you coming.
— Oh yes, sir, I'm going to come…
She screamed, a muffled cry, her nose in his neck. She came with her legs spread, stiff, tense, her feet pointed at the ground, her body convulsing. Zanko withdrew his index finger from her vagina and licked it clean:
— It tastes the girl.
He smelled her hair and set her down on the floor.
— Excuse me! Little one. Three years is a long time. I needed to feel your pussy.
The men had stopped for the whole scene, dumbfounded. Séraphin expected the worst. He wasn't disappointed, Maria was acting like a real whore. Ruben was the first to pull himself together, taking Maria by the arm as she readjusted her dress, dazed and still trembling:
— Let me introduce you to Diego, the guitarist and his friend.
Diego and Gérard were playing muted gypsy jazz on their guitars, both seated on stools on a small platform. Ruben gestured to Diego. He put down his guitar and approached. Diego was an older copy of Séraphin. He kissed Maria.
— You're very beautiful, mademoiselle.
— Thank you, Diego.
— The guitarist is Gérard, a gadjo, but he plays like a gypsy. One of the best.
Gerard waved at him. He had long blond hair, a little goatee, very blue eyes and the slightly silly grin of a pot smoker. He undressed her with his eyes.
— Diego is modest. He's the master of us all. You look good.
— Thank you, Gérard.
The host called out to them:
— To the table, ladies and gentlemen.
The table was round, made of precious wood, and the centre of the table could be turned to present the dishes. The jailbird cousin made her sit next to him. Antoinette served the starters, langoustines and chilled white wine.
— The langoustines are excellent. You can't get them in prison.
Zanko shelled one, dipped it in the mayonnaise and slipped it into Maria's mouth.
— It's good, isn't it, little one?
He had his left hand between her legs and whispered in her ear:
— We're going to have lots of fun, little one. Drink a glass, the wine is excellent.
The men said little, just watching Maria. Zanko slipped another langoustine with mayonnaise between the girl's lips, she sucked on it and licked the mayonnaise off:
— Soon, I'll be putting something other than a langoustine in your mouth, and you'll get the mayonnaise as a bonus.
Zanko made her eat langoustine after langoustine. When the dish was empty, he ordered:
— Get on the table, little one.
He helped Maria onto the table by lifting her by the waist.
— Take off your clothes.
Maria took off her jacket and threw it onto the terrace. Zanko advised:
— Stand in the middle of the table, little one. On the turntable. Antoinette, please clear the way.
Maria took off one sandal and threw it onto the terrace, then the next. She lifted up her dress, pulled it over her head and handed it to Séraphin. She was wearing nothing but her lacy black bra. She wiggled her buttocks as she danced lasciviously. The tray was spinning and she was enjoying herself. The host was preparing the grilled meats on the barbecue, wearing a big, dark blue apron that looked a little ridiculous.
— Antoinette, you can have the brochettes, the ones that are ready. I'll bring the others.
Antoinette served them, but the real main course was Maria, in the centre of the table. Ruben stood up and ripped off her bra. The men applauded; they could see her from below, her little blonde pubic hair, her moist cleft, her rounded buttocks, her swaying breasts. Zanko said:
— Spread your legs, little girl, so we can see your pussy, and keep dancing.
Maria danced and tinkled. They kept the stage spinning so that everyone could have a good look. Maria's head was spinning, she was dizzy. She ended up sitting on the turntable, offered, leaning back, leaning on her hands, her legs wide open. The men rotated the tray, touching her thighs, her breasts, her pussy, sticking a finger in, testing her anus, all the while eating and drinking. Seraphin made her eat, holding out pieces of brochette on the end of his fork and stuffing them into her mouth, the cousins made her drink from their glass, the wine dripping down her breasts and stomach, getting lost in the blonde fleece of her pubic hair.
Zanko was boiling. The men were boiling. Antoinette was clearing the table, one eye on the girl who had been groped, touched and penetrated, she was wetting herself, disgusted and excited. Zanko stood up, slipped a hand under the girl's buttocks, a finger in her pussy and lifted her up:
— To us, little one. It's about time.
He threw the girl onto the beach mattress Antoinette had placed on the terrace. Standing over the girl, he undressed, a sneer on his lips. The girl spread her legs in anticipation, the jailbird cousin's big balls swaying above her, the thick, tumescent sex with a big blue vein running through it pointing perpendicularly, the big purplish glans glistening and throbbing, she could already feel it deep in her vagina. His fingers had found the clitoris and were working it mechanically. Zanko was looking down on the girl, at her mercy:
— Do you want me, little one? But you'll have to wait. You're going to suck me first.
The girl obediently knelt down and looked up at the man. She put one hand around the penis and measured it, stroked it, wanked it, and with the other hand she weighed the balls, massaging them. She licked the glans, the outstretched penis jerked; a few drops of sperm beaded at the tip, she licked them off; she lifted the penis vertically, she gobbled the balls. Zanko stroked her hair, encouraging her:
— Good girl. Take your time, I've been waiting three years for this. A pretty girl's mouth.
The men had moved their chairs closer for a better view and were eating a slice of cake, sipping their wine. Antoinette was standing next to Séraphin, touching him. She had discreetly slipped a hand up her skirt and was discreetly caressing herself with a finger between her closed legs.
The girl was taking her time, and Zanko felt the explosion coming. He forced his way into the girl's mouth, holding her head with both hands. He went in and out of the wide-open mouth, deeper and deeper. The girl hiccupped, pressing her hands flat against the man's powerful thighs, as if she wanted to push him away. She had an oral orgasm as the man held her head firmly and moved her back and forth at a steady pace, she was shaking and panting. Shortly afterwards, the man ejaculated, his sperm flowing freely into the girl's mouth, three years without a woman, only the mouth and arse of young convicts, the reserves in his balls were inexhaustible, the sperm filled the girl's mouth and ran down her chin, then dripped onto her breasts and stomach. The flow continued unabated. The girl swallowed what she could, the droplets becoming streams, then a river. The last few mouthfuls were injected deep into her throat, provoking a series of violent oral orgasms that shook her whole body, clutching at the man's thighs. His hands released the pressure on her head. He went back and forth in his mouth a few more times, then let her take hold of his sex.
The girl licked his penis and glans and massaged his balls. The convict cousin got a hard-on, regained his strength and let her do as she pleased. Then, fed up:
— Lie on your back, little one.
He penetrated her, and the girl breathed a sigh of relief. Leaning on his hands, bent over her, he fucked her quietly:
— Do you like that, little girl?
— Yes, yes, I like it. Go ahead, Mr Zanko.
The girl moved her hips in rhythm, her arms wrapped around the man's back, she scratched him.
— Do you like it, you little whore? You are a little whore, aren't you?
— Yes, I am! Sir.
The man kicked her violently with his kidneys. The girl moaned.
— That too, you little bitch! How do you like it?
The man fucked her vigorously.
— You want more, don't you?
— Oh yes, oh yes, yes, yes. I like that. Thank you, Mr Zanko. Thank you for making me come.
Zanko withdrew, leaving her bloodless and throbbing. The men were excited. They watched in silence. Antoinette had cleaned up and gone into the kitchen, taken off her panties and masturbated, standing up. There she was in the background, waiting for orders from the master of the house, watching Maria. She was still lying on her back, legs wide open, her pussy beaming and glistening, stroking herself, disappointed that the man had left. Zanko stood and watched the girl squirming and stroking herself at his feet. The men, one after the other, except for the master of the house who was indifferent to the spectacle, had taken their sex out of their fly, even the modest Seraphim. The convict cousin let the girl moan as he wanked gently.
— Caress yourself, little one, you're turning us on. Make yourself come.
The girl redoubled her ardour. The men jerked off as they watched her, she wanted to give them a show. She arched her back, spreading her legs as wide as she could, turning towards them. Her fingers ran around her clitoris, she moved her hips up and down, moaning. Séraphin ejaculated, followed by Diego and his colleague, the guitarist. The girl came with a groan. She fell back like a lump on the mattress, jerking. Zanko ordered:
— Enough playing, little one. Get down on all fours.
The girl complied, turning her head to look behind her. Zanko penetrated her with a great thrust. She let out a long cry of relief and rocked her pelvis back and forth, impaling herself hard. But Zanko wanted to take charge. He blocked the girl's pelvis and imposed his rhythm. He fucked her without tenderness, slamming into her buttocks. The girl moaned plaintively, shaking her head, eyes closed, mouth wide open. Gradually, the extent of the girl's moans accelerated, becoming hoarse cries, deep breaths. She orgasmed loudly without Zanko changing his pace or his hold, despite the girl's will to get off.
Maria's screams woke Antoinette up, and imagining herself in her place, she asked her boss for permission to serve the coffee.
— Excellent idea, Antoinette, I'm afraid the cousin will be a while. Three years without knowing a woman is a long time, he makes up for it. It'll keep our friends waiting. Bring us the digestif too.
— I'm sorry to ask, sir, but does this mean your friends will be using Maria?
— Antoinette, you're so naive. That's what this girl is for. As a courtesy, our convict friend comes first, in view of his years in prison. The girl will be compensated generously, don't worry.
— Yes, sir. But she's so young.
— It's all the better for the fresh meat, Antoinette. Besides, you'd have to admit, it's all she wants. Now go.
The men drank their coffee without losing sight of the couple's lovemaking. Zanko was close to finishing. The girl came again, her cries different, interspersed, rapid, muffled, her face hidden in her folded arms.
Zanko finally ejaculated, shaking the girl who had straightened up and was leaning on her hands, arms outstretched, head back. Séraphin noticed the tinkling of bracelets amidst hoarse moans and gasps, and the shuddering of earrings.
He was impatient, like the men, to get his share, but Zanko wasn't done yet. He'd turned the girl around and she was sucking him again on all fours, legs spread, buttocks pointing temptingly at them, pussy half-open, little lips red and oozing with semen. Antoinette presented Zanko with a cup of coffee. He sipped it while stroking the girl's hair. She sucked and jerked. Antoinette waited patiently for Zanko to finish his coffee. Zanko handed her the empty cup.
— Monsieur will want a digestif.
— A cognac, Antoinette. Thank you.
He drank his cognac, pinching the girl's wide-open mouth. Antoinette took the glass, continuing to observe, standing up.
— Watch and learn, Antoinette, she's really good, this little one.
Zanko ordered:
— Turn around, little one. I'm going to shove it up your ass.
Zanko pushed a finger into the girl's anus. She impaled herself on it.
— It's good, isn't it, little one?
The girl went back and forth on the finger.
— Yes, Mr. Zanko. All right, then.
— But perhaps you'd like something bigger?
— Oh yes, sir.
He pulled out his finger and pushed his sex into the narrow anus, forcing it in without mercy. The girl screamed and the sex entered up to her balls. Immediately, she began to move back and forth.
— It's good, isn't it, little one?
— Oh, yes, sir.
Zanko could sense the men's impatience. He turned his head towards them:
— Am I monopolizing her a little too much for your taste, guys? While I'm up her ass, she can suck one of you, eh, cousin?
Ruben didn't hesitate, undressing in the blink of an eye and stuffing his cock into the welcoming mouth with relief.
— Guys, come closer.
Seraphim undressed in turn, his modesty gone. He grabbed the girl's breasts and kneaded them. Diego and his colleague did the same. There were five of them around the girl, sharing her bait. Seraphin slipped a hand under the girl's belly, between her thighs, his fingers finding the path to her clitoris. Greedy hands roamed the girl's body, her moans muffled by the cock in her mouth as it moved in and out of her throat. A powerful cock smashed into her anus, her clitoris was titillated by deft fingers, her nipples were pinched, triturated, she was spanked in cadence by a strong hand. All this was too much for her. An oral orgasm added to her enjoyment, provoking a super orgasm that devastated her, she struggled wildly in the men's hands.
Maria split into two. She was the men, she was the girl. She was Séraphin. She put two fingers in the girl's vagina and moved them back and forth, not seeing the cousin's ejaculation in the girl's mouth coming, which floored her and made her lose consciousness briefly. The girl calmed down a little. Diego took the vacant spot in her mouth. The jailbird cousin came and went, unperturbed. Séraphin's fingers continued their task without respite while his thumb crushed the clitoris.
The master of the house, seated in an armchair, merely watched, sipping his cognac. Antoinette filled the glass of her cousin, now a spectator. The master of the house called out to her:
— She's good, and very pretty. She's a friend of Séraphin's, I believe?
— A school friend. She's pretty spry for her age.
— I can see that. I think her father is Portuguese, but she doesn't have the type.
— Her mother is blonde. She's a Polish Jewess.
— I see. Half Jewish.
Zanko amplified the cadence, provoking a new orgasm in the girl. She freed herself from Diego's ejaculating sex to scream and thrash about, Diego showered her face, her hair, making the cousin giggle.
— You have to hold her tight when she comes, otherwise she'll just do as she pleases. You have to tame her.
— She's not faking it.
— For that, no. Sometimes you'd like to.
Diego's colleague Gérard had taken his place. Zanko was always coming and going, more and more abruptly. The girl rewarded Séraphin for his services by jerking him off. The master of the house commented:
— She'll dry them all, I promise.
Antoinette fills Diego's glass, a little disappointed.
— It slipped out of my hand.
— You're out of luck with women. You've got to check them out, Diego. And then, Diego, a facial ejaculation isn't bad either, look at her…
— Eventually, yes. She took quite a beating, that little girl.
— Your friend's doing pretty well. Look, she's swallowing, the little bitch.
The girl swallowed. Séraphin didn't hold back either. He ejaculated, his cock jerked awkwardly by the girl, his sperm staining her belly, breasts and back. All that was left was the jailbird cousin. He was always coming and going, giving the girl more freedom. He came. The girl came, moving her hips anarchically. Maria fucked him, feeling his balls swell, ready to spill. She finally ejaculated into the girl's rectum, which was spasmodically tightening on his cock. The cumulative pleasure of the girl and the man made her lose consciousness for a few long seconds. She came to in the girl's body, slumped over, deserted and still shaking with spasms.
Ruben, seeing an empty seat, asked:
— Boss, do you want her?
— I like to watch. You'll have softened her up by then. Go ahead. Don't let it get cold. I'll taste it, but I'll end up in the boy, Séraphin… he's to my taste.
— All right, I'll go. Thanks boss.
The cousin lifted the girl's ass and made her sit up straight, on all fours as he spanked her.
— Come on, little whore. Straighten your ass.
The girl, dazed, presented him with her pussy. He penetrated the soggy, hot vagina. He moved in and out of a lively little pussy, contracting haphazardly, shaken by spasms. Before long, the girl resumed her throbbing, unhinged back-and-forth. The cousin had to restrain her. He locked her hips and imposed his rhythm, not without difficulty. He fucked her thoroughly and took his time. The little rebel struggled and moaned, demanding more freedom, so he tightened his grip. The men watched him struggle with the girl. Zanko worried:
— She didn't get any dessert. Antoinette, bring her a piece of cake.
— Why, Monsieur! You can see for yourself… she is busy…
— Come on, Antoinette, you can spoon her the cake.
Antoinette put a slice on a plate and squatted down in front of Maria, doubting her mission.
— Would you like some cake, Maria?
She handed her the spoon. The cousin's thrusts jerked the girl's head back and forth. But she opened her mouth wide. Antoinette shoved a spoonful in and Maria swallowed. She handed her another spoonful. Antoinette had to wait for the right moment before putting it in the oven. The girl swallowed. The game amused Ruben. Above all, it allowed him to control her better, and he took the opportunity to slide his thumb into her anus. When the girl had finished her piece of cake, Zanko was amused and asked Antoinette:
— Give her some cognac to wash down the cake.
Antoinette filled a glass and presented it to the girl. She had great difficulty getting her to drink properly from the balloon glass, as the drink dripped down her chin and spurted out of her mouth with every blow from the cousin, causing her to choke. She wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then her neck and breasts. Zanko said:
— Okay, that's enough Antoinette, I think Seraphim would like a blow job. Right, Séraphin? It's not fair, she's your girlfriend.
— Yes, cousin.
— Then go before someone takes your place.
Séraphin didn't know if Maria recognized him, but she sucked him off resolutely. There was no longer a Maria, but a female in heat being fucked by the cousin, her eyes blank, acting mechanically. He wiped the semen from her face, watching for an intelligent expression in her eyes.
Maria deplored Seraphim's passivity, insinuated herself into his thoughts and took the lead. Seraphim blocked the girl's head and plunged his cock deep into her throat, it wasn't he who was acting, but a force pushing him. Little by little, he and the cousin harmonized their rhythm. The girl came. The cousin ignored her vaginal spasms and continued his to-and-fro. He and Seraphim were no more than animals fucking a female, snapping their breasts and buttocks in cadence. Their balls swelled, preparing to release their seed as deep as possible into the female flesh. Maria felt the ejaculation coming, her semen spurting out. Cousin and Séraphin ejaculated interminably, perfectly synchronized in her pussy and mouth. The girl was on the verge of fainting. Maria kept her conscious by slapping her breasts and buttocks.
Zanko says:
— Boss, it's your turn. Afterwards, the little one will need a well-deserved break.
The master of the house undid the laces of his shoes and took them off. He removed his pants and folded them neatly over the back of a chair. He also removed his shorts. The girl was lying on her side in a rifle stance. He stroked her side. She got up on all fours, presenting her bottom to him. He ran a hand up the sticky crotch and penetrated her. Immediately, the girl moved her hips. He let her, she was doing very well and settled into his rhythm. He caressed her back, her buttocks, her breasts, her belly, sticky with cum. She moaned. He spread the globes of her buttocks to reveal the small protuberance of her anus. He pushed his index finger in easily. The girl squeaked without slowing her movements, on the contrary. He slid his finger back and forth. The contact was very intimate, and he knew all her secrets as he felt the many and varied contractions of her sphincters around his finger. He activated his finger against the rhythm, using his other hand to seek out the clitoris. By titillating it, he had an immediate response from the anus, its contractions guiding him in his search for efficiency. In response, the girl amplified the movements of her pelvis. The contractions of the anus heralded the arrival of an orgasm. The girl came quietly, serenely, without superfluous screams.
But the boss wanted to finish himself off in Seraphim's rectum, so he beckoned to Ruben and spoke in a low voice. Ruben nodded and spoke into Séraphin's ear. The boss grew impatient:
— Don't make a fuss, Seraphim, I'll compensate you.
Ruben had to use force, he was stronger than he was. Seraphim, with tears in his eyes, surrendered. He got down on all fours beside Maria. The boss spat several times, lubricated his anus and sodomized him:
— There was no point in resisting, Séraphin. I always get what I want.
Séraphin wept, humiliated, his head in his arms.
— The musicians can fuck the little girl, we promised them, the little girl is at their disposal.
Diego had been waiting for this, and took over the vacated seat. The boss was at ease in Seraphim's rectum:
— She's a good little female, cousin Séraphin… Zanko… you should try her.
— It's tempting… after the girl, the boy. I like it.
Maria was Séraphin, twice possessed. Séraphin had stopped crying, he was taking pleasure, he was ashamed to be taken like a bitch in front of everyone. He was even more ashamed when he came, they were going to think he liked it.
— Zanko, he's all yours.
When Zanko penetrated him, Séraphin screamed. If the boss's cum had lubricated his rectum, Zanko had a really big one.
— I got a taste for boys in prison. Some are worth a female… and then… we have no choice.
— It takes all kinds to make a world.
The boss was a lover of clichés and boys' asses. Gérard, the musician, had taken over from Diego. To begin with, he had taken advantage of Maria's pussy, where many had been, curious, he changed orifice, he was astonished to enter it so easily, it was new to him, never would his girlfriend have allowed him to sodomize her, he was even more astonished when the girl began to moan, she liked it, whereas he considered it a punishment, or, at best, a humiliation, like an act of possession. He wouldn't have liked to be in Séraphin's place, the latter seemed to be suffering martyrdom under Zanko's thrusts, and yet, in his cries, there was pleasure.
Séraphin was ejaculating. He was ashamed to enjoy it. When cousin Zanko withdrew after flooding his intestine with his cum, he fell back on his side, prostrate and ashamed.
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It was break time. Maria went naked to the bathroom, peed, then refreshed her face. In the mirror, she saw a young girl with flushed cheeks, bright eyes, messy hair and swollen, marked breasts. She pulled back her ponytail, Antoinette watching from the doorway.
— Do you need anything?
— No, thank you, Antoinette.
— I don't know how you put up with it. Besides, you seem to like it. I heard them talking, the convict and the others, they want to take you two at a time.
— Great, Antoinette.
— You're a real nutcase.
She added:
— Poor Séraphin… they've humiliated him.
— Don't worry about him, Antoinette, he's had enough.
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She sat on Séraphin's lap at the table. Séraphin had recovered, and Maria had consoled him, persuading him to come to the table with the others and put on a brave face. They were, after all, just sex games. She whispered in his ear: “There's no shame in enjoying it, my love, there's no shame in cumming when you're being fucked in the ass”. She handed him her shirt.
At the table, she was given a slice of cake which she devoured. Jailbird cousin asked her:
— How are you feeling, little one?
— Fine, Mr Zanko, I feel fine.
— Perfect. I like girls like you, who don't make a fuss. Even my money-makers spend their time complaining.
Séraphin had a hard-on, he couldn't help it, he'd been fucked in front of everyone like a little whore, the shame had gone, nobody cared about him, he didn't count, all eyes were on Maria.
— This cake is good, I'd love another slice.
She lifted her buttocks and reached out to take a slice of cake, falling back onto Séraphin's lap, she discreetly inserted his cock into her pussy. Séraphin wrapped his arms around her, under her breasts, while she ate, he lifted and lowered the girl gently, impaling her on his sex, he had to show them that he was a man. Cousin Zanko served Maria a glass of wine:
— Have a drink, this cake's a bit dry.
The cousin passed around several joints. The men were half-dressed, only Maria was naked. The modest Séraphin had only put on his shirt. The convict cousin shouted at him:
— You think we don't know what you're up to, Séraphin? If you want to fuck the girl, do it straight. Lay her on the table, on her stomach.
The men's eyes were on Séraphin. He was finally fucking Maria. All the others had gone over her, except him. He fucked her furiously, grabbing her buttocks. The girl cried out in surprise. He wanted to punish her, but he made her come. It all stopped too quickly, and he was a little ashamed of having got carried away, and of having fucked her under the mocking looks of the others, and of having ejaculated in his haste half on the girl's back. But the convict cousin had already grabbed Maria and thrown her onto the mattress. The cousin lay down on the mattress and pulled the girl to him. She understood at once and clamped down on the stiff sex, leaning on her hands, her arms stiff, bent over the man, rocking her hips back and forth with conviction, energetically. The convict cousin thrust his index finger into her anus without even slowing her down, the girl sighed loudly. The anus quickly became wet, he slid the finger in faster and faster, the anus was soon as wet as a pussy, he grumbled:
— No need for Vaseline, this chick's got two pussies.
— Did you notice, cousin?
He withdrew his finger and sodomised her. The girl yelped and stopped her movements. The cousins synchronised, one thrusting in, the other withdrawing and so on, slowly at first and then, once they were in sync, faster. Their sex met pleasantly through the girl's soaked mucous membranes. The convict cousin set the pace. After a while, the girl, feeling her orgasm coming on, wanted more movement and rebelled. The men blocked her and imposed their law on her, punishing her for this rebellion by slapping her tits and buttocks. Despite this, or because of it, the girl came. Maria split herself in two. She wanted a cock in the girl's mouth, an oral orgasm was not to be sneezed at, she suggested to the men. They're very malleable when they fuck. The convict cousin only had Séraphin to hand, Diego and his colleague were playing guitar in the background, the boss was watching.
— Séraphin, come and get your dick sucked, there's room for you.
The girl didn't recognise him. She was somewhere else. She sucked him obediently. But here again, a strange force made him block the girl's head to peck her mouth down to the back of her throat. He quickly synchronised with the two men. The three cousins came and went slowly and surely, their balls swelling and snoring.
A short, shaggy, bearded man in overalls emerged onto the terrace. The host called out to him:
— Hello Dédé, were you supposed to arrive earlier?
— I had the apple trees to prune, boss, and there's a whole load of them. Good heavens! Is that the girl?
— You'll get it, Dédé, I promise. Wait until these gentlemen have finished with her.
— Good heavens! There are three of them on the beast.
— Antoinette, serve Dédé a cognac. And you, Dédé, come and sit down. Don't just stand there. I'll have a drink with you.
Dédé was hypnotised. Antoinette approached the master of the house to serve him and whispered:
— You're not going to leave Maria in the hands of that filthy idiot, are you, boss?
— Antoinette, you're tiring me out. I promised him a girl. Maria will do. Unless you want to take her place?
— I'd rather die. No! Did you see the zig's face?
— He's got important work to do for me, and that's how I decided it. The girl will be compensated, don't forget.
— Do you realise what you're doing, boss? Maria isn't a whore. And not even a whore would want that filthy man. She'll be raped.
— But yes, Antoinette. I think it should be pretty crisp. Beauty and the beast. Now leave me alone with this.
The three men were hard at work on the girl. You could hear the regular slapping and panting, not covered by the guitars, and from time to time Séraphin let the girl breathe and scream. Then the girl screamed louder. Séraphin plunged back into her mouth, he ejaculated, she swallowed. The convict cousin was coming:
— Are you ready, cousin, shall we?
— We're off.
Always in sync, they built up their power. The girl was screaming at the top of her lungs. Maria could hardly contain her, only the men's slaps kept her conscious. The cousin ejaculated first, followed by the convict cousin. Maria came and came. It was too much for her. The girl snapped, she felt herself going.
The men had left the girl lying on her back, legs spread, unconscious, twitching involuntarily, shaken by orgasmic aftershocks. Semen was dripping from her mouth, pussy and anus. Her breasts were reddened and swollen from the beating. The master of the house called out to Dédé:
— It's now or never, Dédé. Do you want this girl?
— Hell yes I want her, boss. Can I go now?
— I'm telling you. Go on, then. It won't fly away.
Séraphin was appalled. Dédé stood over the girl.
— She's beautiful, boss, she's so beautiful! I've never seen one so beautiful.
He kicked off his clogs, took off his overalls and his infamous underwear. Séraphin told himself that the girl wouldn't see any of this, fortunately for her. Dédé, naked, looked like a mythological satyr. He was hairy all over, not very tall, but powerful and strong, his legs strongly bowed. His sex was out of all proportion, huge and twisted, the glans like a mushroom cap, slimy and purple. The girl opened one eye. She thought she was dreaming. The man had knelt between her legs. His calloused hands roamed her body, smelling of fresh grass, mushrooms and goat. His little black eyes were devouring her. His big hands and feet were out of proportion to his body. He looked like an imp. She smiled at him, wide awake. His calloused, manual-worker hands cupped her breasts. She shivered. She took his sex in her hand, her fingers barely circling it. It throbbed in her hand. She jerked him off, he thickened again, the glans blossomed, took on a darker colour, a translucent white pre-sperm covered it, oozing from the tip. He put a finger as big as a cock into her vagina. She screamed. He slipped it inside her and she raised her hips. A few thrusts were enough to make her come.
— You're a good bitch. Turn around. I'll take you like a goat.
The girl got down on all fours and waited. The huge, gnarled penis penetrated her vagina with a single thrust, sending her hurtling forward. The calloused hands closed around her waist to hold her back. It was gone. She didn't try to defend herself, she just let it happen, leaning back, taking the onslaught. It must have been years since he'd last fucked a woman, and he fucked her like a goat, gently, slowly, so as not to spoil the merchandise.
— God, that's good. God… God… little bitch… little bitch…
His big, raspy hands roamed over the girl's body, lingering on her breasts and ass. The girl shivered. Then the enormous phallus began to move.
— Jesus Christ!
The man didn't take long to come and he ejaculated. She came. He was still ejaculating, after years of abstinence. The warm semen trickled down Maria's thighs.
It was all over. The man got dressed and left. The men had left to escort the convict cousin back to his prison. Séraphin rushed off.
— How are things?
Maria says nothing.
— Shall we go home?
— Where are my clothes?
Antoinette brought her a large glass of cognac.
— Drink up!
— It's strong!
— After what you've just been through… You must need it! He got a fucking schlong, the Dédé!
— Makes you want to… Huh?
— You're mad!
— I'm going to take a shower. I can smell the goat. Help me up, Séraphin, I'm getting dizzy.
They took Maria to the bathroom and sat her down in the bath, under the shower. Séraphin soaped and scrubbed Maria energetically, as if he wanted to erase everything and make her a virgin again. Antoinette giggled:
— Séraphin, get undressed, you're soaking wet. I've seen others, you know!
Antoinette tugged at his shirt.
— Go on, take it all off.
He undressed, but kept his briefs on, embarrassed because he had a hard-on. Underneath, she was wearing black stockings, a black garter belt and a black lace bra. She knelt down and leaned against the edge of the bath:
— Take me, Seraphin, I need a man. You've turned me on with your bullshit.
Séraphin didn't want to fuck Antoinette in front of Maria, it wasn't done, even if he wanted to. Maria laughed:
— Go ahead, you idiot! I won't look. Antoinette asked you politely.
Séraphin was still hesitating, wondering whether it was bacon or pork.
— Go on, Séraphin… you're the only man available… do her this favour, she likes you…
Antoinette sighed:
— What are you waiting for, Séraphin? Don't I give you a hard-on? Put it in me…
Séraphin had a hard-on, that wasn't the problem. He finally pulled down his pants and took her from behind, on his knees. Antoinette made little squeaks, and he thought he had satisfied her. Throughout the act, he looked at Maria and she smiled at him. When they had finished, Antoinette urged them on:
— They'll be back, you'd better get going. I've got my housework to do.