Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

The young girl turns toward her companion and contemplates him for a long time before he awakens, scrutinizing the face of a man who had deceived her at the beginning of their union.

However a smile uncovers her lips when she remembers the caresses she could use on other men. Wasn't she being altruistic with her need for development? This sap which was circulating through her body was saturating her with a beneficial wave.

The fair dawn was inundating the surrounding countryside and placing pearls of mist on the people awakening to the breath of morning.

Danielle and her companion pressed themselves against one another. No one had the right to reproach them for anything.

An unavoidable destiny had made them and although they felt a kind of nostalgia for the past, they owed themselves the sacrifice necessary to the accomplishment of their physiological functions.

Nature had whispered to them like a mother whose goal is to save her children; the voice of the distant past.

How many people are like this in life, ignoring the lying world? How many wish to profit from every passing moment!

Perhaps the young girl felt a certain bitterness against the man who had tamed her, because she discovered the passivity of her femininity. But in the depths of her intimate being the sensations experienced permitted her to feel the plenitude of her human ways.

The room was lit now by the first solar rays with that grandiose glow of a room in which young marrieds have passed their first night.

Everything reawakened the sweet passion of the past hours, the long kisses on bodies thirsting for tenderness.

And more than that, more than these renewed sensations, there was in their insatiable bodies the certitude that the sap which was circulating would be maintained with all its vigor as the excitations were transmitted to all the unknown parts of their human structure.

He stretched out and, holding his erect cock firmly, victoriously in his hand, he squeezed his companion against him and placed her delicately on this improvised chair.

She separated her warm, trembling thighs and put her nervous arms around the man who desired her.

Her hair fell in an indescribable mass over the man's face. He caressed her buttocks which were held out in a delicious contraction, and thus with her on top and him on the bottom, they remained immobile for several minutes.

They no longer were aware of things around them. Everything had disappeared, had been blurred in a vaporous mist. An opaque fog enveloped everything which was not part of their individuality.

Yet, the position they had taken made them desire still more intimate pleasures. Their joined bodies, riveted to one another by the irresistible attraction of their hungry flesh, demanded something besides this enervating waiting.

Danielle was dying of love. Her cunt, widely opened, penetrated, feeling that firm body caressing her pleasantly, began to move faster and faster.

She was already coming and the vaginal walls impregnated suddenly by the male seed were irradiated with pleasure. They loosened their embrace. Their bodies had been satisfied and their veins, in which a more active blood was circulating, regained their normal rhythm.

The two lovers rested in each other's arms.

The sun had already made its appearance and as soon as it was day, they left each other knowing that their ephemeral meeting would have no sequel. They began their activities again, each needing to drown themselves in the inanity of things.

Danielle's aunt saw her niece the next morning laughing, cheerful, with tiny circles under her eyes.

But the flowers were still exhaling their intoxicating perfumes and that rose, plucked despite her youth, having opened her corolla too soon to the sting of the nocturnal butterflies, smiled at the desire of the conquerers who, guessing at her lewdness behind an angelic attitude, calculated the refined pleasures that the girl might give them.

A tiny part of her existence had just been closed. Having come to know the insatiability of the human sexual instinct, the young girl was going to continue to desire different sensations eternally.

Her expression became ecstatic as she contemplated her nudity which was so capable of exciting the most demanding men.

Strange ideas ran through Danielle's mind.

Nature had taken back one of her followers. She told her:

“Enjoy before everything, before going to join those who have preceded you!”

And Danielle listened to this voice which spoke through the mouths of her lovers.

Her body needed to be caressed. Her warm flesh could not live under the hypocrisy of those people who had tried to teach her the precepts of a brutal moral code.

She needed pleasure!

But living to her signified the abandonment of all prejudices, of all servitude, of all laws. She was the insatiable woman, the pit of passion.

Her work left her indecisive. What time she lost selling flowers that didn't belong to her.

Her aunt was a cross old woman who had known only the amorphous life of her peers and was now falling more and more into an aberrant mysticism. She could be of no help to the girl.

Danielle went out very often now, no longer wishing to deny a joy that was necessary to her awakened personality.

In the suburbs where her aunt lived, she often heard music from the local dance hall which left her dreamy and happy. From the window in her room she saw the couples passing by arm in arm, kissing each other, squeezing one another, laughing at the expression on the face of a young lady from a good family who let her whole body stifle under the scruples of an ignorant mother.

Several days after meeting the second student, who had taught her fellatio, and whom she had found disgusting for having dared to fill her mouth with his male sap, she understood that her place was among all those “sluts.”

She often saw them passing by with their innocent expressions, their affected ways momentarily removed by the light and exciting music which was calling them with every note.

She dressed herself in a short sheath that made her buttocks stick out and was tight in the bust, letting her appetizing breasts point through the material. Then she went out to meet the unknown at the ballroom, with its odors of sweat, its disgusting heat, mingled with the stale smell of musk and semen.

As soon as she entered the stifling atmosphere, she adopted her conquering smile and her thighs moved firmly with the desire for pleasure.

She accepted the invitation of a tall, ungainly fellow who leered at the young girl with the circles under her eyes. They danced without stopping and Danielle took great pleasure in that suspicious dance hall which had an odor of tearful virility, that is, cocks needing grottos in which to bury their twisted branches. She laughed in the arms of her handsome Joe, and her laugh dissolved like a summer wind singing in the branches.

The notes of a nostalgic accordion made them tremble and when their hands met, their eyes that were tired and full of lust exchanged a glance charged with intense desire. Joe looked at the prey that was offered to his pleasure.

Around five in the morning, the ball ended and they left together. They exchanged a few unimportant words then suddenly the man asked:

“Do you like me?”

“Certainly! If not, I don't think I would have danced with you all night. What's your name?”

“Joe. At your service! And yours?”

“Danielle!”

“Pretty name. Your parents must have been certain you would be beautiful to give you such a name. But I hope that such a sweet, angelic name does not mean it is impossible for you to serve the one who has been shivering in the gloom of creation since the dawn of time.”