Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

The young man's hands clung to her breasts while he fucked her with short little blows, fearing a rapid ejaculation which would have taken part of his pleasure away. He took his partner's mouth as she turned her head in his direction and told her to agitate her body gently.

I'll tell you when you can move more!

“Move… a little… stop!.. move… stop!.. I feel that I'm going to come… wait! Do you feel your pleasure coming?”

“Yes, yes, its so good!.. I love you! I love you…!”

Their bodies trembled and in a sudden spasm the pleasure was announced! The female had been fucked!

They were side by side again, but this time they were sleeping peacefully. It is useless to fuck and be master of the situation. It is so much better to rest and begin again so that each partner is capable of orgasm each time and both partners experience the longest pleasure!

Now Danielle had become completely accessible to the passage of erect cocks. She would never tire of more and more brutal possessions. She would love the seizure by the male as long as she lived.

Subjugated, mastered, feeling the passivity of the female prey to the most expansive lusts, Danielle was going to cast herself on the route to happiness with a fiery cunt.

Nothing remained of her simple past! A woman was born in the heat of passion!

For the simple little country girl who had known only the rigid principles of an antiquated education, the awakening of her senses had been a revelation like a luminosity she had half-seen on the somber road of her childhood.

Nothing of her candid past remained in her heart, which was astonished at having transgressed against the call of life for so long. The pain occasioned by the brutal defloration had decreased, then disappeared completely. Her cunt was ready to receive human virility. However, the memory of the first night of love haunted her at times.

She had discovered a remarkable sensitivity in herself, a nervousness capable of engendering the slightest manifestation of passion.

She desired the male-egotistical, brusque happy with himself, the true beast in heat who would fuck her as he would any other female.

And wasn't she also one of those creatures hungry for passion who lives in the constant expectation of ever-new sensations? Suddenly her body had experienced an exaltation capable of engendering worlds! Danielle had passed from a state of innocence to one which so many like her aspire to in the realm of passion!

Could one say that she experienced a great love for the male who was fucking her, or wasn't it purely a physical attraction, her mind yet having had time to linger over a chosen predilection?

We cannot for a single instant doubt that the young girl had suddenly had an unexpected revelation, like a veil which covered her nudity and which, torn, was going to make the forms of her youth disappear.

She had fallen into a sensual obsession now which no longer left her time to devote herself to anything else. She had discovered man in the full possession of his genetic instincts. For her, it was like an attraction that she felt in all the pores of her skin.

Man! The animal in heat! The beast of passion!

Nothing could stop her body from giving itself in the most lascivious embraces. And isn't it intended that the two sexes have the right, if not the duty, to incorporate one another, to transmit their seeds? Who could forbid nature this most powerful of all instincts, that which everyone possesses?

The young girl had acquired the fullness of her form. Her hips had rounded out, her breasts now had that firmness which hardened even more when her nipples were excited by a caress.

Her sensual lips half-opened slowly as if to breathe the vivifying breath which was exhaled from Cupid's mouth, and her firm, muscular buttocks had that consistency which made them contract in slow agony when an avid hand caressed them, awaiting the moment when her entire body would vibrate.

Danielle understood the expansiveness of her destiny! Nothing frightened her now.

Her cunt, opened now to all pleasures, to all the most agreeable vices, was going to give itself to the vagabond lusts of men who wanted to prolong their existence by transmitting the flow of their vitality to their partner.

And she was a woman! In every meaning of the word. In her heart, her senses, in everything which made her desirable.

The medical student didn't remain the preferred man for long. She desired a change from time to time, for the fun of seeing whether others were as solidly built.

One evening, therefore, a little while after she had savored her first night of love, she met another student at a fair. He was short, vigorous, with a libidinous expression, one of those men to whom one shouldn't promise much without giving anything.

They danced to the sounds of an orchestra playing romantic music. Then, at about two a.m., they found themselves in a room not far from where the young man had taken his entrance exams.

The night is short for two people who know how precious each minute is. So, wishing to profit from the few hours they had been given, they immediately put themselves in a state to satisfy the most violent passions.

In the room a disturbing quiet had settled, interrupted at moments by irregular breathing. It seemed like a remote place, far from the world that existed several yards beyond, far from human hypocrisy as in former times when, unfettered by innumerable superstitions, men embraced women and heard their cries of pleasure.

Two naked bodies awaiting the accomplishment of the divine instinct…

Oh beneficent Gods! You guide them with your lights, smiling at this couplement; you agitate their bodies, you inspire the most delicious methods so that they will hear the advice that you once dictated to their ancestors!

Their trembling lips are sealed indestructibly; their breaths mingle; their hands cling to each other and their bodies tremble. A slow sweating begins to form over their skin. A flush of blood rises within them, and their swollen veins explode to the summit of the desire which shakes them!

There is nothing human about them now. They are two animals making love. The man and woman have disappeared.

They stretch out, and in the silence broken only by the tick-tock of a clock on the night-table she takes the warm, soft member between her lips and, like a dog licking her male, she sucks him passionately!

Oh ineffable moment! Immortal instant!

They scratch each other, overcome by a sudden sensation of lust. She moves her mouth slowly back and forth over his prick and he presses himself against her, moaning with pleasure.

Suddenly he comes. She feels a humid dew invading her mouth, as if she had swallowed a cocktail of well-beaten fresh eggs! At first she is disgusted and looks angrily at the lover who has just tricked her.

He stretches out and puts his arm around his companion's neck, smiling gently.

“I don't like that!” she says. “I didn't know you would go that far or I would have stopped you!”

“There, there, sweetheart! You're not going to make a scene over an accident, are you? You were doing it so well that I just lost control and closed my eyes…”

“Enough! I know what I'm saying. You're a bastard! Don't think you can talk me out of it!”

They are silent now, however their bodies still need a more complete pleasure.

The night passes slowly. He smokes many cigarettes. Danielle refuses all other positions, pretending that she is disgusted and tired. But when the first rays penetrate the little window blind, the sun finds them cuddled against one another and ready to begin a more sensual activity.

These two young, passionately interlaced bodies, demanding only the pleasure necessary to their existence, awaken gently, fatigued by the hyperexcitability which had carried them to the culminating point of their passion.