Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

Picture a mass of flesh without knowing the difference between the front and the back, four short and perpetually agitated limbs, hair the color of ashes, an opulent chest for her age, and two eyes shining like carbuncles. This is a portrait of Annie.

Danielle was searching for new sensations and wanted to lead this child to her bed more out of a game than from interest.

Why?

For the pleasure of kissing her like a lover, of undressing her and biting the tips of her rosy breasts? Or for the joy of passing her tongue between the little girl's thighs?

No! To her it was like a new attraction, and then, too, playing an active role had enchanted her for a long time. She would have to seduce this naive young maid slowly since her fifteen years required an initiation to passion.

“My little Annie, if only you knew how sad I am! Oh, if only I had a sister like you! But I never had any luck!”

The child looked at her and answered, “Miss Danielle, I always admired you when you sold flowers and I would have loved it so much if you had been my companion! Unfortunately, I had only one brother and he was killed in the war!”

And Danielle listened to these words with a fluttering in her heart that made her look at the passersby of the masculine sex with disgust!

“I'll be a big friend to you! Come see me in my apartment someday. Here's my address.

When they parted that day they each guessed that a reciprocal attraction had brought them together.

For Annie, this was confusing. Never had the big sister, as she called the young woman, spoken to her with such penetrating sweetness.

Danielle was proud of her first success! Certain that she would soon be able to caress the young girl, she returned to her apartment that evening and slept profoundly, carried away to the ethereal regions where her dream made her see the couplement of hermaphrodites in the most passionate physical ecstasies.

A few days after this fortuitous encounter, Annie presented herself at Danielle's apartment with all the candor of her young age, wearing a clinging dress that showed off her extraordinary freshness.

Danielle was waiting for her, having put on a light dress for the occasion which exposed all the curves of her lascivious body. As soon as the graceful young girl entered, Danielle kissed her on the forehead as if she had always known her and in expectation of much more.

The little tastefully decorated apartment was filled with innumerable bouquets of flowers in porcelain vases which saturated the atmosphere with their wonderful perfumes as if to remind the young woman of the time when she sold flowers.

On a little table there were bonbons, sweet cakes, cigarettes, and many drinks which looked very appetizing.

The stage was all set!

The afternoon outside was dazzlingly beautiful. The sun was caressing this corner of earth where humans lived with its rays, and in the street below, they could hear the coming and going of vehicles, the cry of a newsboy, and all the sounds that were normal for a late summer day.

Annie felt happy. Actually, few of her friends had been faithful to her, since she had always had a naive, unconscious revulsion for the most intimate confessions. But Danielle wasn't like all those girls who had tried to implant themselves in the young girl's affections after an intimate conversation.

The girl's need to love had to be externalized. Her love for all the beautiful things, her belief in morals, in religion, in all those enslaving words, had not yet been distracted by the experience of life.

Danielle had stretched out in a nonchalant pose and was looking at the child who was offering herself to libidinous eyes.

Her dream took on strange proportions. She no longer remembered the brutal possession of intoxicated males who threw themselves on her soft body. She thought how sweet it would have been for her to have always known the softness of this virgin who didn't suspect for a single instant the passion she felt.

Now Annie had approached her big friend and timidly noticed the provocative dress she had worn for the occasion. But the minutes flew by interminably and the desires of the girls surrounded them with a physical obsession that was to carry them to the summit of unknown sensations.

Gradually the atmosphere in the room impregnated them with a luxurious languor. The perfumes of the flowers saturated the air with an oriental torpor. It seemed as though the two ardent young women with their bodies that demanded only the accomplishment of a brief but joyous destiny, would have to be joined together so that there would remain nothing but the passion of their blossoming.

“Sit down, Annie! Aren't we like two sisters who are happy to be together again?”

And, as she said this, the young woman gently drew Annie to the bed in order to reveal to her what her cunt had demanded since their meeting.

Putting her arms around the young girls waist and caressing her silky hair, Danielle gradually began to bring the virgin's body closer to her own body which had been touched by innumerable lovers.

Annie, who was slightly tired and overcome by the effect of the scene, sat down next to the young woman and let her kiss her without seeming in the least bit disturbed by it. The older woman excited her! A heavy odor came from the young girl's dress. Her lips, which were ready to bear the weight of the most passionate kisses, opened like a corolla to the dawn dew and awaited the brutal touch of a body that would bruise them with its love venom.

“Put your arms around me too, my little Annie, and tell me what you would like to know!”

The child didn't answer but, raising her burning eyes, she gave her companion a chaste little kiss as Danielle pulled her even closer.

“Don't you think it's warm in here?” asked Danielle. “You can get comfortable, and if you like, since we're two big sisters, we could stretch out and tell each other stories!”

The young woman's trembling hand rested on the little maid's short thighs and moved farther when she noticed a pink cloud coloring the girl's cheeks.

Gradually her hand slid under the dress and rose along that garden of delights whose fruits had never lost their flowers. She stopped in the secret place where passion resides.

Annie let her do all this with the unconsciousness of a little girl who did not know any of life's realities. Suddenly the young girl felt a firm finger gently penetrate the edges of her intimate parts.

And, at the same time, a greedy mouth sought hers and she could not defend herself when she felt those lips pressing against hers and moistening her with a delicious saliva.

Then, sensing that the young girl was being filled with a state of euphoria, Danielle made her stretch out on the bed and put her thigh between the legs which no longer refused her anything.

“My dear Annie, are you comfortable like this? Oh, if you knew… isn't it delicious to be together far from the noise of the city! Together! Like two sisters… like two friendly companions! Do you love me a little, little girl?”

“Oh yes, Miss Danielle! But what we're doing isn't right! Why are you lying like that? You're very heavy!”

“It's nothing, child! Who can see us? Anyway, don't we have the right to do as we wish? Do we have to report to anyone?”

“No, of course not! But this is the first time I've been with you and I'm a little frightened!”

“Frightened? Of what? We're alone in this room!”

But it was time to act!

Actually, the slow excitation could only incite them to delicious activities on that languid bed where old Edward's seed had flowed, and the bed still had the fetid odor of the accountant who came there only to satisfy his senile lust.

With chaste kisses on Annie's forehead, Danielle tried to conquer a resistance she saw coming. Annie was feeling a slow torpor rising from her abdomen, her breasts, and her wide, soft ass.