Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

She didn't answer, but her eyes, which were softly illuminated by the physical ecstasies that she felt in her body, wandered over the deserted solitude for a few moments.

They sat down. They instinctively sought one another without really being aware of it. And could it have been otherwise in a nature where everything means love, possession, pleasure…?

Stretched out nonchalantly, her hands tucked behind her neck, she looked at her companion in whom the desire was rising, rising like a tidal wave.

They kissed. It was customary because they often did so in the course of their dates in the village. But this time the pressure was accentuated and the young girl guessed that something was going on in her companion's mind.

Suddenly she was afraid, filled with an unreasonable fear which made her get up quickly.

“Let's go back,” she said. “I don't feel very well. If we leave now we'll be able to get back before nighttime.”

But she stayed!

Phillip had slowly, cleverly excited the young girl's senses with amorous words. But soon words were not enough for his long-contained desire. His body was burning! He felt shivers running over it, announcing inexpressible pleasures.

His breathing became irregular, interrupted by languid sighs, and his breath ran over the young girl's face like a soft breeze as he caressed her slowly.

He placed his hand, moist with sweat, on the young girl's knee. She did not move, trying to conquer the vague apprehension that obsessed her.

He could make out two nervous thighs hidden under her colorful dress, road to the most secret place where animal passion resides.

The young man's eyes were shining, filled with libidinous lights, and his chest was exhaling a more powerful respiration as his blood accelerated its rhythm.

His hand became more expert and rose along the thighs which trembled at his touch.

Everywhere around them the exhalations rose from the rocks. Malicious nature made them hear her distant voice telling them to love each other, to enjoy themselves, before their youth flew away in the wind of the putrid world.

“Phillip! Take your hand away! What you're doing is wrong! What if someone saw us…!” said the young girl, who was frightened and yet deliciously impregnated with a feeling that left her almost without resistance.

Wrong! Who could say where wrong or right lay?

The young man couldn't stop his desire any longer! The prey was offering itself to him! He had to take advantage of it before she cracked in the wind of human scruples!

He had reached the little red panties that Danielle always wore.

How warm it was there!

A liquid, humid place, half-opened like a barely ripe pomegranate, the door to ineffable delights, the den of forbidden passions, the orifice of life which called for the masculine virility to complete the immutable laws of destiny.

Danielle felt her cheeks burning. Her eyes had taken on a hopeless languor. She was no longer afraid!

Something that had come from the distant ages stopped the impulse for revolt, demanded that she submit to this agreeable necessity, this irremissible tearing.

Phillip, whose hand had already crossed the ultimate barriers, caressed her abdomen gently, which made her tremble voluptuously! Her thighs had been agitated and closed suddenly, then opened slowly as if to savor the intrusion that was disturbing their tranquility.

Without imagining the state of passivity she was in, the young girl let herself go and experienced an interior feeling of pleasure which dulled all her faculties. It was like a kind of fascination, a sort of magnetism which worked on her senses against her mind.

The young man carefully took off the panties. Now she was uncovered. A fine down covered her pussy, which was trembling under the caresses.

Her head thrown back on her companion's arm, Danielle had closed her eyes, but her lips were pressed against those of the male who was groaning with desire.

He had reached the paroxysm of excitation and, noticing the slit bathed with liquid between her thighs, he couldn't resist any longer. His exacerbated cock stretched irresistibly toward the den of predilection.

Phillip quickly separated the girl's thighs. Then he placed himself on the edge of the river of delights, advanced slowly, giving himself time to adjust himself.

With one final push, but already feeling herself conquered, Danielle tried to force him away. She didn't have time to begin a new attack again. The operation was quickly over. Her cunt had been entered.

The young girl let out a piercing cry which reverberated across the mountain. She felt like a burning iron was tearing her, penetrating her mercilessly.

She was utterly destroyed.

With a strong contraction of her vaginal walls she forced out the member which had just filled her with its fecundating semen.

He brought his foraging instrument out with the debris of hymen which crowned it bizarrely.

His desire had quickly gone! He felt a wonderful feeling of well-being invading him. A state of euphoria seized him and he began to contemplate his companion. In the middle of her thighs, a thin stream of blood was flowing, drowning her lips in its warm redness!

They were lying silently side by side.

He did up his pants and lit a cigarette.

Twilight came. Darkness was already beginning to cover the top of the mountain. Several birds were flying about uttering little cries.

It was time for them to return to the village. Their parents would be worried about them.

They got up and looked at each other. They couldn't stop themselves from embracing again.

“Did I hurt you. Danielle?”

“Please, let's not talk anymore, Phillip! All this is my fault. Tomorrow we'll discuss it! I'm tired! Let's go home! It's almost nighttime.”

They went down the winding path with a heavier step, but the song of their happiness, the joy of having overcome the prejudices of the world, the pleasure or having conquered the laws of the universe, sang in their hearts.

Phillip was happy but nonetheless apprehensive about the future, and went home after having exchanged a final kiss with his companion on the threshold of her parents' house, where they were waiting for her, the evening meal already having been served.

Danielle immediately pretended to have a headache when she saw her father and mother so she wouldn't have to see their faces. She went up to her room.

Everything seemed changed!

She couldn't seem to recognize anything that was hers among all the things cluttering the room of a young girl.

Late that night she fell asleep peacefully with a burning between her thighs that had marked her for life. She no longer belonged to the world of the fortunate, but to that of the damned! Her body had demanded the regeneration of her destiny.

The first chapter of her life had just begun and while the heavy countryside slept under the starry sky, the young girl clung to a man's torso in a dream and accepted him as a deliverance.

A new dawn was about to rise! Desire and love had entered her heart.

The day following that memorable day there remained of the candid young girl only a woman brutally awakened to the mysteries of nature. Danielle had for a long time fought against going to the city, as she didn't want to give in to the request of an aunt who had a little flower shop there. But now she suddenly changed her mind.

“I'm going!” she told her parents. “I hope to be able to be of service to my aunt and perhaps it is better that I knew the city. Perhaps I could find a job. I'll come back to see you very often!”

The father and mother acquiesced. They weren't surprised by her decision. They themselves had pushed their daughter to this departure. What future could she have in the country which was so far from civilization?