Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

“Are you talking about that God who is called the Devil? But I don't believe in him any longer and you certainly don't!”

“Why no, little girl, no one believes in those ancient phantoms anymore!”

They were silent.

With his arm around the young girl's waist, Joe let himself be bathed in that latent possession he felt returning to him. A man like him does not concern himself with prejudices and even less with those scruples which stop the timid individual from the search after a new sensation.

They walked this way in the night that surrounded them for a long while. At times, a few meows announced that the nocturnal animals themselves were making love and being united following nature's immutable laws. They stopped in front of a small hotel where a red lantern indicated that this was the place Joe was taking his companion.

“I'm not going to bother flirting with you, Danielle. I know that you're not a little girl anymore. If we like each other, then there's nothing wrong with wanting to sleep together!”

The young girl couldn't blush any longer. Her cunt had longed for a man for too long for her to be indignant over a brutal proposition. But it was also the waiting for pleasure, the certitude that the man would give her a little of himself that made her look at the male without fear.

They entered the hotel and with their arms around each other, not speaking, wishing to avoid useless words, they went up the stairs that led to a little room where the young man took the victims of his virility.

Why bother describing what each of us has felt undressing a beautiful woman ready to open herself to the most base passions, knowing in advance that her cunt has found the juice necessary to its penetration.

No! We must add something to better understand the scene which is going to follow, a scene whose ramifications are going to influence the young girl's entire existence.

Danielle, like many of her peers, although having alternated the amorous positions, hadn't gone beyond the normal ways. That is, since her cunt was always bathed with liquid, she had not known anything besides ordinary love.

But Joe, who was free of social conscience, had lived long enough to see everything in its correct guise. He had studied the book by Remy de Gourmont, The Art of Love, which develops a thesis, subject to caution, certainly, but which is worthy of experimentation on a child who is still astonished by the mysteries of life.

The room was small with only a wood bed, two tattered chairs, and the odor of poor food. The walls were sweating under the humidity and the torn paper was hanging lamentably, revealing traces of lime and smoke.

Everything in the room reflected the area, the somber place where young men, fortunate enough to be loved, possessed women of the suburbs with faces paled by nights of work.

They stretched out on the dirty, disgusting covers, but for them nothing existed any longer.

Their warm blood circulated in their bodies and shivers of passion ran through them.

“Danielle, don't think that I'm more disgusting than the others, but I know life!”

What are two lovers in the night when they have loved one another? Is there a reproachful expression that follows them from afar? Is there something that is foreign to them? No! Two beings released from the amorphous, indifferent crowd, must give themselves all the existing sensations.

Nothing can soil a man and woman who want each other.

“But you have lived, Danielle, you have lived! So have I! We know that the body is sacred and that no one in the world can say the contrary.”

“Yes, Joe! But there is still a kind of little girl modesty in me just as I experienced so long ago. And then, do you really believe in the sincerity, the attraction of two sexes?”

“What you say might be true! But why not profit from the time that nature has given us?”

“Nothing prevents us from loving one another freely!”

“You see, Danielle, if we hesitate to live a pleasant moment under the fallacious pretext that morals forbid it, the days will pass without bringing us anything besides the idleness of an unsatisfied personality!”

As they were speaking, they had moved closer and closer and their young, ardent bodies attracted each other and were moved by the irresistible desire to be mingled in a single block of warm flesh.

What attracted Joe the most since he had held that pretty child in his arms, as he caressed her abdomen which was emitting delicious shivers, was the fleshy and firm mass of her buttocks which were forming a little hump under her dress.

Uncovered on the bed, stretching its little muscles, the excited ass took on strange proportions. Joe caressed the surroundings which squeezed back when he tried to gently push his finger into the trembling flesh which was unaccustomed to this new shamelessness.

However, a delicious shiver ran over the young girl's spine. She felt that explorative finger seeking the sensitive place of her femininity.

“No! Joe!.. leave me alone! I've never been touched there. I won't submit to that!”

“Oh, Danielle! Let's stop believing in those ridiculous conventions! Everything can be done between two people who love each other! Don't you see that an even more intense pleasure awaits you? Listen: I remember something I read once. The author was talking about the itching of the anal parts. Incontestably it is our civilized prejudices which stop us in what is commonly called a vice!

“You don't want to be caressed… alright! But have you already been deflowered in that part?”

“What? Is there another virginity besides the normal one?”

“Why yes, my dear, and I might add that it's the best form of contraception! With that, there's nothing to fear! Not only will we feel more pleasure, but you'll be certain never to become pregnant and thus you can live as you please without the fear of unwanted pregnancy!”

“But I'm afraid, Joe! Will it hurt very much?”

“A little, of course! But you'll get used to it and then it will be an obsession! You won't be able to do without it! You'll always want to be possessed that way. Your senses will vibrate completely and the marvelous adventure will continue eternally!

“Do you really believe that such a brief pain should stop you when we might give ourselves all the sensations that our bodies demand? Come on, turn over!”

So saying, his eyes filled with lascivious beams. His cock, all warm, stood up in a trajectory known in advance. He took the blonde child's charming buttocks in his hands and turned her over on her stomach. She had stopped talking. What good would it do?

In the state she was in, desiring to know everything that exists, nothing could have prevented her from showing a great impatience for this bizarre desire.

Joe brought his cock closer to the admirable ass which was offered to his sight. What a charming body!

The hair that was as blonde as the sun, with its curls which the male breath was making vibrate, detached themselves from the whiteness of the back. The dorsal curvature formed an enchanting slope and bent, rocked by the girl's shaky respiration.

Danielle, her arms lifted over her head, awaited this new revelation with the curiosity of a child who has been promised a greatly desired toy! This intimate place was going to be perforated by a male organ and yet the young woman had the certitude that she would gain beneficent knowledge from it.

He was ready now for this delicate and sensitive operation. Placing himself against that mass of tender flesh which was contracting hopelessly in expectation of the unknown, he brought his prick close to the hidden wall and stopped in order to excite his instrument more and more.

She didn't move.

He took the little lips in his left hand and made a coming-and-going movement in order to decrease the pain occasioned by the rectal defloration, delicately caressing the little red “button” which was getting harder and harder.