Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

Danielle was half naked!

She had kept her bra on, which clung to her beautiful chest, and the red panties she was wearing hadn't been removed yet.

The old man contemplated her ecstatically. He couldn't take his eyes away from that female body he felt he would soon be able to possess.

She moved closer to the man and placed a tiny kiss on his lips then withdrew immediately. He put out his arms trying to reach for that desired body. Oh, how far was Mrs. Dupont's huge body from his mind!

Everything disappeared in the exaltation of his suddenly awakened virility which was ready to accomplish its role. The young girl stretched out on the bed and, taking the old man's hand, she placed it on her firm, soft thigh.

He had reached such a degree of unconsciousness, that his eyes were drowned in passion and could see only the gaping orifice of the cunt he wished to fill with the small amount of semen that he still possessed.

“If you want to sleep with me, I have to tell you that my apartment is very expensive and that I don't work for my aunt anymore as you know…”

He understood and, without another word, he took out his wallet and gave a roll of bills to the young girl.

“You will have this much and more if you're nice to me.”

“Come on, my big daddy, show your little friend what you can do!”

What he could do… dear God!

Edward Dupont, accountant by trade, tried to prove it to her and this is what happened:

He quickly took off his shoes and unbuttoned his pants, which he draped over a chair. Then, having also removed his shirt, he appeared in all the superb nudity of an old lover.

He slid an avid tongue into the ardent girl's mouth, then explored the part hidden by the panties, which he lowered almost immediately. She had automatically seized the warm prick, which she handled with dexterity.

The bed groaned under the weight of the two bodies.

Then, grabbing his cock, which was all warm like a salami that comes out of the butcher's kitchen, the man with the pig's eyes moved it into the den of passion with short blows.

Danielle was surprised by the old man's vigor and opened her legs wider so he could penetrate her more deeply. While he tried to struggle against that fleshy mass, she lifted her buttocks slightly and began to agitate her ass in a more and more accelerated rotation.

Edward was going to come in a charming way. Fatigued by the position they were in, the two bodies moved together for a few more minutes, but gradually the movements stopped.

The struggle had been passionate but their abdomens had been moistened by a warm, sticky liquid. The night finished peacefully for the old man who fell asleep immediately. He didn't touch her again that night and for a good reason!

In the morning they parted good friends, making a date for two days later.

She went to spend the money he had given her and to calculate what she would do with the money he would give her in the future. He went off, remembering the prowess of his young years, to be sworn at by the old woman who must have been waiting for him with some charming words on the tip of her tongue. But he had a story all ready about a childhood friend he had met on the street.

He walked home breathing the morning air. Ah, how beautiful life was! He still felt a languor and was enjoying the future pleasures in his mind.

“Darling whore,” he thought, “and what a body!”

But time passed with a disconcerting speed.

Danielle had to realize that her affairs had already marked her skin with an indelible imprint. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she no longer felt the satisfaction of possessing an irreproachable body.

Her skin, which had been handled by so many avid lovers, gradually submitted to a slow weakening at first, but one that grew more and more considerable from day to day. It was already beginning to have wrinkles, and her abdomen, which had received so much male juice, was beginning to have a disturbing plumpness.

Her breasts which had once been firm and consistent, began to fall slightly, and if her bra hadn't held them up, they would have had that flaccidity which announced decrepitude.

However, life went on for the young woman.

She no longer saw Joe because she had thrown him out brutally one evening when he had asked her to give him her ass. As for the old man, she let him fuck her regularly twice a week, but he never arrived with empty hands because she wouldn't have received him.

The thirst for money had seized her and her expenses increased from day to day. But what did that matter?

She kept the fool who fucked her and gave her all his money. His wife must have noticed something because he often got home with a stupid expression, obsessed as he was by the young body he caressed victoriously.

Danielle liked to wake up late in the morning. Her dreams were taking an unexpected direction. She felt almost a disgust for those lascivious males who only soiled her.

“Yes,” she thought, “all these men are true bastards! Where are all my hopes, the dreams I had of a Prince Charming?”

The truth was that she was giving her ass to those animals. Oh, if only she had known…!

And she was overcome by nostalgia, ignoring the stupid reality in which she was wasting the best years of her youth.

A memory returned to her which gradually took over her mind.

“So,” she thought, remembering her days in school and the little student who slept beside her, “she was a slut too!

“But she was sweet and she didn't have a hard cock spitting its venom into my excited body!”

For, as a young girl in high school, she had had a little girl as a friend who was well developed and dark, who got up at night and approached her bed, introducing her tiny tongue into her mouth and asking her to return the kiss.

She had given in to this innocent game several times and had had a revelation that made her tremble unconsciously. But when her companion had tried to caress her one night in the bathroom, she had quickly returned to her bed and never spoken to her again.

Anyway, she left the school a little while later and quickly forgot this beginning of her sexual life.

She liked this dream and returned to it often. Why, after having known the brutality of men, hadn't she desired another woman to make love with? After all, what really was the difference between the sexes?

Nothing, except for that hanging thing on the outside instead of the inside.

Danielle had realized the inanity of human pleasures.

What did she get out of masculine possession? A little pleasure that quickly passed and a warm body she had no courage to push away! She would have to become the sweet child of her youth again. Males no longer interested her!

Perhaps she would have the chance to meet a real man some day. But while she was waiting, she was falling into a slow consumption of her being which no longer left her time to think about anything.

Alone in her room, stretched out in an advantageous position, she dreamed of her multiple lovers with their libidinous faces, their bodies sweating with love, and their humid lips pressed on hers like tentacles to excite their senses more and more.

One afternoon, she met a little girl of fifteen in the public park. This young girl had often come to buy flowers for her employers, as she was a maid. They took a walk together and, like two sisters who are together again after a long separation, they began to talk of serious things and then of insignificant things which women find interesting.

The little maid, whose name was Annie, was one of those young girls who had come to make her way in the big city and whose parents had almost chased her away, giving birth to children only to throw them into the chaos of the hypocritical world.