Inside the house, there was nothing: the floor was tiled, black and white circular patterns spiralled outwards from the centre of the room, the floor was dusty but clean, along one wall was a long wooden bench, and at the back of the room was a large granite fireplace carved with strange imps. Inside, it was dark and cool, with daylight filtering through the open door and a small Gothic window where a stained glass window, blackened by time, still stood.
Maria looked round the room:
— This is a very strange house. No? What was it?
The cousin replied:
— I found it by chance, no one ever comes here. But I don't know who it belonged to or what it was used for. It's true that it's a strange shack. But the roof is still good.
He forgot to mention that he used to take gadji girls there to be quiet. It was he who had broken the door to get in, he had patched it up, but now it wouldn't close. The only thing he'd brought with him was a thick blanket to make him more comfortable when he made love on the floor and a bottle of whisky plus two glasses, which could make things easier when the girl was hesitant (the last one had finished the West Indian punch that girls generally preferred to whisky). The blanket was neatly folded on the bench and the whisky in a small closed cupboard in the wall next to the fireplace.
Maria's bodice was soaking wet, sheer, stuck to her chest, her nipples peeking through the fabric, arrogant. Maria unbuttoned it and took it off, wrung it out, hung it on a big nail sticking out of the wall to dry, then sat down on the bench, catching her breath after the run she had made. Maria observed:
— My skirt's completely soaked too. Oh, and it's torn, it must be the brambles… it's ruined…
She stood up and took it off, sliding it down her legs with difficulty – the skirt was tight and sticky. She hung it up and stood for a while, facing outwards, wringing out her long hair, watching the rain fall. Maria shivered:
— It's pouring! The sky, it's completely black, it's unbelievable. Luckily we're dry now.
The boys' eyes were focused on the girl's back, or to be more precise, on her naked backside revealing appetising curves. Séraphin was surprised to see his cousin wink at him. He whispered in her ear:
— Jesus, look at her, she doesn't even have any panties on! We're both going to fuck her, you'll see… your girlfriend really turns us on… she's got a great arse. How old is she? She looks very young, she's got the face of a kid, but she's got great tits, just the way I like them.
— Fifteen, maybe, we were at primary school together, but she was a year older. She was already a rascal. In the wasteland behind the school…
— I've got a hard-on like a bastard. And so are you. But if you were hoping to keep her for yourself, that's out of the question. We're gonna fuck her together. Agreed?
Séraphin hesitated:
— If she would be willing…
— You're joking, right? That's what she wants. She's naked in front of us and you're wondering what she wants? She wants us to fuck her…
— We'll ask her.
— You bet… We'll fuck her… That's all. That's all she wants.
The din of the rain was deafening and prevented Maria from understanding what they were saying. Feeling the boys' stares behind her back, she wiggled her buttocks lasciviously.
— Guys? Guys? Do you like my bottom?
Without waiting for an answer, she took off her bra, then turned around, revealing her nakedness to the boys; her cupped hands mischievously lifted her breasts.
— How do you like my breasts?
Thinking that this had gone on long enough, she added:
— I wonder what we can do in weather like this. Do you guys have any ideas? Because mushrooms, it's over, aren't they?
The boys stared at the girl against the light in the doorway, blinking. She had kept her pink tennis shoes on, but was otherwise completely naked. The frizzy blond hair on her pubic area was triangular, revealing a little girl's slit. Séraphin, embarrassed to see her naked, said:
— You'll catch a cold like that.
He was surprised to see that the scratches on her legs had completely disappeared. Yet he had seen them up close and touched them. It was magic.
The cousin whistled quietly his approval.
Maria stepped into the middle of the room and, pointing to the fireplace, said:
— We can make a fire, guys. I'm a bit cold. Besides, it'll dry us out.
She laughed:
— I'm all wet.
Séraphin looked for firewood. There was a small arched opening in the back wall that must have led to a loft. His cousin, with his hand in his trouser pocket, was ostentatiously fiddling with his hands as he stared at Maria.
Disturbed by his erection, Séraphin said:
— I'll go and see if we can find something… to make a fire…
He disappeared into the opening, folded in half, chasing away the cobwebs with his hand.
The cousin moved closer to Maria. He held her close, one hand feeling her breasts, the other searching her crotch. Maria softened and spread her legs, clinging to him. She feverishly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled out his stiffened sex. Maria wrapped her hand around it and squeezed it in her fist.
Séraphin's voice echoed through the room deafly.
— Shit! Shit! Shit! You can't see in here! It goes down, there's a staircase. You haven't got any dry matches, mine are all wet.
The cousin grunted:
— Shit, that idiot's a pain in the ass…
Holding back his shorts, he stomped to the back of the room and held out a large petrol lighter through the opening, pulling up the shorts that were in his way.
— Here! Grab it!
Séraphin glanced at his cousin's unbuttoned shorts without comment, the turgid glans protruding partly from the shorts seemed enormous. He felt a twinge of regret, he thought he had the girl to himself, not sharing her with his cousin, and what if she preferred his cousin to him? He was better put together than he was and had more experience. He craned his neck to catch a glimpse of the naked girl standing behind his cousin. She gave him a small smile and winked.
With a heavy heart, he picked up the lighter and lit it. His voice was muffled:
— It's big in there, there's lots of stuff…
He came out with some kindling, threw it into the fireplace and went back for more. The cousin held the naked girl by the arm, as if he feared she might leave. She clung to him, trembling:
— You're cold.
She shivered and slid her hand down the boy's shorts. She whispered:
— You've got a big cock… it's huge…
— You haven't seen anything yet, little girl. Let's make ourselves comfortable.
The cousin fetched the blanket, still smelling of the cheap perfume of the last girl he'd brought here, a sixteen-year-old gadji apprentice butcher. She was fat and vulgar, with big tits and a big arse, but he wasn't fussy, he'd taken her doggy-style, skirt rolled up, she squealed like a pig during the act, which amused him greatly. He shook off the blanket and unfolded it in front of the fireplace.
Séraphin set about lighting the fire, glancing quickly at Maria. The wood was dry and burnt straight away. The room was smoky for a while before the chimney began to fire. The boys knelt in front of the fireplace to stoke the fire. Cousin kept his eyes on the naked girl standing behind them, her arms flailing. As soon as the fire was well under way, Séraphin called to Maria:
— Come closer, this will warm you up.
Maria sat down on the blanket, her arms wrapped around her legs, folded tightly between the two boys.
— Wow! That's hot. That's good.
Her long hair was curling as it dried, her skin was drying and she was warming up. Her cousin pressed himself against her, slipped a hand over one breast, his hand went down her pubic bone and tried to reach her pussy. She opened her legs to let him pass, and a finger slipped into her slit. He said in her ear:
— You're getting wet! You want to, don't you? Two guys don't scare you…
The cousin sat facing her, the girl's open legs on his thighs to get a better view, the girl leaned back, holding on to her outstretched arms, offering herself; he kneaded her breasts with his full hands, pinched her nipples.
— You're a good little girl, Maria, you've got nice tits.
Séraphin, still kneeling, didn't know what to do. He didn't want to mix his hands with his cousin's hands on the girl's body, he would have liked to jerk off to relieve himself, but he didn't dare. His cousin's gaze paralysed him. Maria, sensing his dismay, stretched her lips towards him, who was emboldened to roll a skate over her. She freed a hand and placed it on the boy's fly to encourage him, pressing gently as the cousin searched his crotch; she spread her legs again, giving her soaked pussy to the cousin's fingers. The cousin was panicking. He wriggled to pull down his shorts. Then he pulled the girl towards him, one hand on the back of her neck, freeing her hand which he directed at her sex. Maria took hold of it.
Séraphin, seeing this, couldn't take it any more, opened his fly and pulled out his cock, shuddering as the girl's fingers wrapped around it.
Maria now had a cock in each hand and eager hands examining her body. She relaxed, tranquilised, having achieved her goal.
Suddenly, the cousin stood up, fed up with his foreplay, quickly undressed, threw off his shirt, took off his shoes and the rest:
— I'm going to fuck you. And then it's Séraphin's turn. How's that?
Maria mumbled in a low voice, her eyes downcast:
— Yes.
— Anyway, if you'd said no, it would have been the same thing. My balls are swollen. Look at the state you've got me in.
He held up his gnarled, swollen cock, the glans purplish, swollen, crowned with sperm, and waved it:
— It won't be rape, you little tease.