Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

The eve of the ceremony, Tony was at the inn with some friends. The severe father was standing in front of his wine jug, staring at his son who was talking to a group of three or four young people.

“Tony, you're being stupid,” said one of his friends. “Think of what you're doing.”

“I love her and that's enough. She's beautiful and sweet and if you knew how lovely her lips were…”

“Yes, you're making a mistake,” repeated his father… and he took a gulp of wine.

“I know that she lived in the city, but what difference does that make? Anyway, I've chosen her for my wife.

“Or she chose you,” said another friend.

“What difference does it make?”

“Enough, Tony. Do what you like. You're free. But we've warned you.”

The marriage took place without pomp. Some people laughed and said “that poor bugger,” as Tony was called from then on.

For Danielle, these official ties which she had so desired, protected her from her endless desires, from disgusting males who fucked her shamelessly.

The married couple went to live in the young woman's house. The first night, when they felt their bodies against one another, it wasn't the man who initiated the woman, but the contrary!

“How I love you, darling,” the whore said as she pressed herself against her husband's body.

Tony had modestly turned the lights off and only the pale moon filtering through the window witnessed their couplement.

The farmer caressed his wife's breasts awkwardly and the perfume of her nudity rose to his palpitating nostrils, making his cock become huge.

Danielle stifled her laughter. “The poor angel,” she thought, “he's probably seen more asses on dogs than on women…”

The young man, whose strength was increased by the weeks of abstinence, gradually investigated the young woman's delicious shape.

Apart from the lunar rays, the room was bathed in a darkness propitious to this intimacy. The man's cock was unable to enter that place bathed in juices. Then the young woman, who had been caressing him and admiring the size and strength of his prick, took it in her warm hand and gently inserted it deep in her passage which closed over it and swallowed the creamy liquid.

Tony had discharged with remarkable intensity.

He took his wife's mouth and, seizing her thighs, he let his cock sink into that engulfing cavity. Then, letting his flaccid instrument rub against the walls of her cunt, he rested on Danielle's chest.

The two bodies clung to each other, eager for new sensations. But this time the woman wanted to have her pleasure too, for her husband had not satisfied her.

She lifted her beautiful white ass slightly and pressed the sweet slit to her husband.

“My darling Tony, possess me from behind! Push your pretty cock between my thighs and stay there a long time!”

The young man followed these orders but didn't let her help him. Soon their bodies reached the final climax.

“It's good, isn't it, darling? Do you love your little wife? Tell me…”

Tony could find no words to describe the hazy torpor he felt. He had been emptied in record time. His balls rested against his young wife who fell asleep with a smile on her lips in her husband's arms.

So, married to this naive farmer whom she had gradually convinced of his own lascivious-ness, having made him experience all the sensations of love, the young woman hoped to live in the little village and erase her past.

He would take her in his strong arms and caress her gently.

“My little Danielle, you make me so happy!”

Then he would look at her and ask: “All this belongs to me, doesn't it?”

He put his hands on his wife's buttocks and took possession of them like a master intoxicated with pride.

“Of course, darling. Everything is yours. You love me… I like you to hold me like this! I love to feel your strength that could break me. I feel like I'm melting when I feel you inside me…”

Tony was very simple. His country candor had not prepared him for the trickery of a wife who used his tool to experience a pleasure which had already been dulled for a long time.

And the two newlyweds often walked arm in arm in the limpidity of the grounds bathed in sunlight, lighting little beams of envy in the eyes of the villagers who considered them to be very happy people.

Danielle's little house, where she had gone to flee her past life, kept the secret of their intimate life. No one except the old servant could have told how far their love went. She contemplated them happily, cared for them in every way, not wishing to give anyone else the pleasure of seeing them together in the sublime unconsciousness of young marrieds.

Sometimes they remained stretched out on their nuptial bed, caressing each other a long time, never tiring of their lovemaking.

Undoubtedly, Danielle was happy to have found this big clown who loved her so blindly.

Where were the lovers she had had in the city now? She no longer thought of them.

Even old Edward had been erased from her mind.

“To think I gave my body to those bastards!” she would often think. “What was in my blood to make me accept those hungry males? I must be a stupid woman to have submitted to all their whims. It's too late to be innocent again. But I have my little husband! He gives me delicious sensations with his lovely cock!”

And she looked at her cunt which was inundated with sweat and demanded only the sweet semen from that virile member.

Tony was at the height of his pleasure. Since their wedding night, he had no longer needed his wife's guidance. He delivered a mighty assault on the place that he occupied every night.

Danielle accepted this gift of his person gratefully and she gently agitated her round ass, which soothed him with its monotonous swinging. When they were joined to one another, changing positions several times a night, they remained like that a long time, not speaking, simply clinging to each other's bodies with all the thirst for pleasure.

Interminable minutes passed and the young woman felt that powerful body stretched out on her and was deliciously invaded by a warm flow which impregnated her cunt walls in order to irrigate them for future harvests.

She enjoyed it even more when he was suddenly seized by a frantic desire and hurt her a little as he pressed his lips against hers and drank her saliva and then, their legs dancing together, they moved in a rotation which turned faster and faster.

The bed resounded with their frequent embraces and the room of the little girl Danielle was the consenting witness to this new nocturnal display.

“Darling Tony, you would have been able to pleasure many of the girls I knew! You have such a wonderful cock that I often wonder if it will always belong to me. There are plenty of temptations for a boy like you…”

But he reassured her by kissing all the corners of her body.

“No! I'll never have another woman! Don't you give me everything I desire? What else can I want?”

She interrupted him, putting her arms around his neck.

“I know… I'm being stupid! Who would want to take my husband from me… come here! I love to feel you inside me so much! Oh, your body in mine! To feel myself riveted to your body. Can you feel the pleasure you give me? Do you know how many times I have dreamed of a man like you?”

She put her hand on her forehead, then, trying to push this assault of reminiscences away, she quickly opened her thighs and he buried his cock inside her.

They seemed happy. The country gave them the peace necessary to their well-being. No shadows darkened the picture of their sunny days. They did not hear any of those shameless voices who chide the human being in the big city.

In the streets of the village were no hoarse beggars who rented their asses for a few dollars. There were no cadaverous workers with tormented faces, readying themselves to fuck their wives after their return from the factory to unburden themselves of the briny liquid in their sagging balls.