Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

She was starting to feel an intense pleasure.

But before she could reach a climax, Joe inserted his member into her anus with a single blow, bathing it in the ingredient that was surrounding it so that such a narrow passage wouldn't be torn.

She didn't even let out a cry! But, feeling the sword opening a passage in her body, she buried her face in the pillow and bit it wildly. Tears ran down her cheeks then moistened the covers which accepted this liquid with indifference, having already been accustomed to such gestures.

This profaning of her intimate place had been done with all the skill of a master.

The man, having had a very brief pleasure, withdrew immediately.

“Oh! It hurts! It hurts so much!”

“But darling, it's absolutely necessary for you to suffer at the beginning to feel a more considerable pleasure!”

“I don't know if I'll ever do it again! Oh! No!.. it hurt too much! Anyway, I could never like it!”

“But you can! You'll see! A smoker of opium can't do without his pleasure! He demands it again, knowing quite well that he is signing a condemnation. And why can't we give ourselves what possesses us?

“Shall we ask the opinion of ignorants who live without permitting themselves a perverse luxury? Believe me! The more we make love that way, the more certain we will be that we love each other!”

Danielle got up and went to the bathroom. A thin stream of cool water running over her sore parts made her feel much better.

The man, having dried his cock, put it away again, proud of his success and awaiting other excitements as he let it hang lamentably between his legs.

They lay down again, each following their own thoughts. Although they were posing questions about this stupid life which is so senseless, they could only find answers by abandoning themselves to the pleasures of their senses. They fucked.

The next day, the cycle followed its course. She returned, tired, to sell her flowers. He went back to his more or less shady business.

They had sworn to see each other again to try and give each other new sensations.

Two days later, they met again.

The room was still the same. But Joe had embellished it. For the occasion he had brought a phonograph and several records.

Danielle kissed him immediately, but when she pressed her lips to Joe's they seemed to be begging for something other than their recent position which was still not to their liking.

“Would you like to dance, dear?”

“Oh, yes! That's a good idea!”

“But naked!.. take off your blouse and let me see your breasts! Oh, what beautiful buttocks! You really have a splendid ass!”

“It's yours, you know! I know that I have some attraction for your dirty body!”

“Oh, my dirty body! When its perfumed, it smells as good as yours!”

They both laughed and hugged each other passionately.

“Caress me,” Joe implored. “I love your little hand touching me!”

He put a record on the phonograph, one of those tangoes made specially for dance halls where men and women excite themselves as much as possible before stretching out on a couch and making love.

They put their arms around each other and, completely naked in the little room that was dimly lit by a diffuse lamp, they began to let themselves drift into an amorous nostalgia.

Soothed by the music, feeling their bodies growing warm, they made their pleasure last. It was an artistic position that they appreciated particularly. They could no longer escape it now.

Their lips joined in a mutual shiver. Their legs entwined. His cock slipped into her moist hole. They slid gently over the floor, taking care to moderate their steps to avoid a rapid discharge.

When the record ended they were still molded together, and they fell onto the bed. And the game that had started to the sounds of a languorous tango ended with a lusty fuck. Feeling their strength decrease as time passed, they clung to each other gently and fell asleep.

Two o'clock in the morning found them with circles under their eyes, tired out from a love that was ready to begin again. They still needed to know each other better.

“I'm going to take you like the first time, Danielle. Don't cry! I won't hurt you! I want you to feel a more intense pleasure than with the normal position, and I must admit that I like this way better!”

“You really do, Joe? I suffered so much! Promise me that you'll be careful so it won't hurt so much!”

“I promise… Come on! Give me your ass, darling! Turn around!”

She turned over.

He used the same procedure as the first time but waited longer before parting her flesh. It didn't hurt her as much but as soon as she felt that hard cock penetrating her, she contracted her ass and Joe realized that she had just reached the point where the pleasure had become agreeable.

“Oh! I came! Joe! I came! Don t move! Stay like that! Don't move!”

He was happy and began exciting the fleshy part in front of her to push his cock into the narrow passage of her anus even more.

Danielle felt the intensity of this pleasure which was different from all others. She no longer felt the prejudices of her youth. She went into a new kind of existence, abandoning forever the tearful past of her predecessors.

Her cunt, her body, her breasts, became the marvelous machine, the splendid instrument which was to serve her passing fancies. And when she had left the male, she took with her all the intensity of her pleasure. She had only one thought now:

Pleasure before everything!

Now she had reached the borders of the most agreeable vices.

Her body which had been taken in every way had outstripped the passion of an ignorant youth. Oh! How far away were her days in her native village!

And now she had left her aunt's home as well. The last day she had sold flowers, she had an argument with the old woman.

“Aunt, I'm going to leave you! I know how good you've been to me! But I need to live as I please…”

“You'll be like all those useless girls! You, the child whom your parents entrusted to me!”

“Don't worry! I'll be serious and visit you often!”

The aunt had come over to the young girl and, looking her straight in the eyes, added:

“Who knows you in the city?”

“No one, I assure you! I need to live alone and…”

She never had a chance to finish.

“Danielle, I know that you don't have too much money. I've never had a daughter. I can give you the small savings I've collected, but I warn you, don't spend it foolishly!”

“Come on, aunt, we'll see each other again! I thank you for your offer. Kiss me!”

And, squeezing the old woman between her strong arms, she sensed a faint odor of the flower shop penetrating her, choking her beautiful, ardent nature.

An old woman has the faint odor of food, of musk, and the humors which her foolishness haven't dared to lose.

Danielle rented a little apartment on the sixth floor of a building situated on a popular street. Its interior was pleasantly furnished, filled with useless things that were so popular among young women.

Since her arrival in the city, she had met many interesting people. What did she hope to get from all these people, stupid bipeds who imagine that they are different from the other animals? There is nothing special about them, except that piece of cartilage surrounded by flesh which hardens for intromission.

Oh, poor fools! Invisible ghosts who pass through life cheating your inaccessible desires! How the thinker who judges you such as you are-as animals-pities you!

Danielle saw Joe from time to time, but their meetings became fewer and the woman realized more and more that the man would not appease her desires. She had to let the days fly by and not regret a moment of the past.