Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

Everything tasted of health, of the joy of life, of the happiness of following the laws of nature. Everything seemed marvelous in this country.

One evening, Danielle and her husband came back from a short walk. They were happy as they walked toward the house where they were certain to find the table set and the old servant busy fixing a copious meal. Everything seemed to make them smile. No problems seemed to have touched them yet.

The evening air was charged with pleasant odors that rose from the flowering trees. They walked hand in hand, smiling, gay, happy, contemplating the work of the countryside which was preparing its nocturnal toilette, bringing them a breath of love from the most distant cottages.

However, the sky was growing dark. Little black clouds were forming over their heads.

“I think it's going to rain, dear. Let's hurry home.”

“Shall we go to bed immediately?”

“Oh! You're in a hurry. I feel a little tired! But as soon as we're home, I think I'll feel better.”

A wind from the hills was blowing at intervals, carrying the fallen leaves with it. Suddenly a fine rain began to fall.

They began to walk faster, enjoying the rain with the same tenderness. Soon they reached their door and went inside.

A puff of heat greeted them and they quickly got out of their wet clothing.

The old servant was working in front of the fire preparing the evening meal. They sat down and ate their meal together. Outside, the sky had grown completely dark and poured its torrential rains over the fields.

They heard a heavy grumbling off in the distance. The lightning lit up the fields. They felt happy to have escaped this storm which they had not foreseen.

After dinner they immediately went up to their room.

“It's so good to be together, darling. Look how black it is out…”

They looked outside and the sight made them pull together even closer. The rain was beating on the cottages. They looked like they were going to break under the steady blows.

Danielle undressed hastily. Tony followed her.

Soon they were under the covers which received their legitimate owners gratefully. Sleep had not yet taken them in her sweet euphoria.

The young woman was silent, stretched out against her husband's body. But she was slowly caressing his beautiful cock. Tony had placed his thighs on her abdomen and was becoming more and more excited.

Suddenly, without really knowing why, the young woman turned around and offered her beautiful white ass to that virile prick and, moving gently in order to excite the man even more, she murmured:.

“Do you want to make me happy, Tony?” “Of course! What do you want me to do?” “Take me from behind! It's been so long since I felt a hard cock between my buttocks and I would certainly feel a pleasure different from the one you usually give me.”

“From behind? You mean the way you taught me before?” he asked, kissing her.

“No… from behind… I mean… wait… I'll show you…”

She took her index finger and pointed toward her little asshole.

“What? There! But…” “Do you want to give me pleasure?” “Yes, of course! But I don't know if…” “Try it! You'll see… it's so good that way!” He didn't argue, but readied himself to follow his wife's advice. He delicately placed himself between the fleshy walls and, with quick little movements, inserted his hard cock into her hole.

When he had penetrated her she cried: “Stop! Don't move! I'll tell you when to move! Caress me in front at the same time.” He did as she asked.

She was agitated by little jumps which made her tiny hole contract. Suddenly the final spasm was near.

They moved in unison, gently at first, then accelerating the rhythm, their bodies meeting in the country of forbidden passions. They came.

“That's good, isn't it? I felt so much pleasure. What about you?”

“Oh, yes… I didn't know… but now I'll enjoy that position from now on. You're quite a teacher, my little wife…”

“Oh, if we can't do what pleases us… anyway, no one can see us! We don't owe anyone anything… we're free!”

Finally they rested. Their nocturnal love-making had stopped at this position to which Tony was so unaccustomed.

They fell asleep, feeling an unsatisfied desire growing inside them, for they still needed other physical ecstasies in order to taste a more intense pleasure.

The storm raged on outside. The puddles of water flooded throughout the fields and in the warmth of their nuptial bed the two people drifted into dreams tainted with mystery and love.

The night let the interminable hours flow gently by.

Gradually, the young woman let her arrogant past escape her. In this country where everything recalled her young years, she felt seized by an irresistible desire to run backwards through the road of her heart. But this wasn't easy.

Her husband, Tony, loved Danielle with a passion which had reached its peak. It was she who taught him the principle rudiments of physical love.

He was proud of possessing that whore who gave herself happily to the most lascivious caresses. When he desired her in the evenings after having worked all day in the sun-bathed fields, all he had to do was take her. He was her male now.

How far removed was the pleasure felt by the innumerable lovers who had lubricated her body. She loved her man, the only one who pierced her with his virile tool to give her ineffable sensations.

Although he was only a simple farmer, Tony had quickly come to understand his wife's vice. He loved to venture into the most forbidden corners, turning her back and forth like a pancake as she held her cunt up to his desire.

For him, Danielle was a wonderful wife. Oh how inferior the girls he met in the streets of the village seemed even though he had once impregnated them with his virile semen.

He had eyes only for his wife. And, since she put him into such a fatigued state, he certainly couldn't boast that physical tranquility which suggests the individual's strength.

But many of us who have had the chance to possess an ardent female and to enjoy all the perverse pleasures of sexuality, no longer have that male assurance when they meet another person of the fair sex. For we are emptied on all sides and no longer have the strength to climb the body's hills.

The woman has this superiority in that her body can receive all the males that God has made without her strength being reduced by it.

For the man, it's a different story. Permit me to remind you that if we accomplish certain prowesses with one of those females, we won't be able to start anything else the next morning with the same strength, unless we're one of those morbid stallions who is insatiable.

But Tony seemed to be a normal man. It was enough for him that his wife was eager for his most extravagant desires and he always experienced a new sensation with her.

Now their life was similar to one which everyone desires and most people never know. They loved each other with that youthful love which we find in the hearts of everyone, rich or poor. Civilization brought them nothing but the satisfaction of their well-filled days.

The work that Tony did in the fields was just like that which his ancestors had done for centuries. However, it seemed to him that his job differed from that of the others, of those who lived in the country and had the leisure to eat well and then to surprise themselves with the bodies of their charming females so that their knowledge of sentimentality could become deeper.

The lovers' house rested in the wonderful countryside, surrounded by mountains whose immaculate whiteness gave dreams of revival.

No one inhabited this place. No one could have persuaded them to mingle with the life of society. They were both magnificent partners, the adolescents of the desire which prowled in the flowering meadows.