Anonymous - Danielle and Uncle Armand

The wind carried the mysterious odors which saturated them with changing passion. To them, especially to Danielle who had wanted to break with the past, this limpidity of the plains, this vivifying air she breathed deeply, carried them towards inaccessible regions where the innocent years of childhood passed again as if out of enchantment, as if suddenly a hope scarcely created in their imagination told them to believe in the future of their youth.

But the lascivious “slut” remained unsatisfied. Nothing could fulfill her cunt in which so many putrefied pricks had been stuffed, where so many men, filled with wild desire, had tried to fill her feminine cavity with their fetid seed.

The woman, Danielle, female in every pore of her body, true enchantment of men in heat, desired only the victorious penetration of their cocks without thinking of anything but this passing pleasure.

Tony was naive, but inclined to profit by his wife, which was his right. He loved that cunt which received all his attentions.

Danielle was obsessed. One evening quite late, when Tony had not come home yet as usual, Danielle stood by the window peering into the darkness, feeling the moans of wives before her rising from the covered ground, women who like her had looked at themselves in the mirror of life, after their frail bodies had been pierced by the male.

Her breasts were gently dilated and the nipples hardened by the desire she felt inside. Her body was barely covered by a nightgown hastily thrown over her, and the lighted cigarette that she held between her fingers made a red tip in the darkness of the room.

Danielle watched the fields. They took on a strange appearance shining under the lunar rays. It was as though they were trying to speak, to confess their sensitivity, their entrails in which the plough had been passed still burning.

And wasn't this similar to a woman's body, transported from one place to another, that heap of life joining the splendor of the starry night, the overwhelming apparition of the fleeting desire? Like her, the earth was crying under the laborer's caress. Needing to be impregnated to return what she had already furnished hundreds of times, she sucked in the brutal male who was probing every part of her.

What was dissimilar was that her womb had not yet known the joy of pregnancy.

The woman, giving the man what he desires most-that is, his sexual pleasure-doesn't have to return the most skillful caresses for a seed to move toward the orifice of life.

Danielle's and Tony's lovemaking had been unfruitful thus far.

She was still admiring the beauty of the stellar night which stretched around her. What barely perceptible voices must have risen in that nocturnal silence. At the present moment, Danielle was feeling that she was part of the multitude of women who dreamed of pregnancy without really knowing it. Yet, waiting for her Tony, the man she had married, she felt intuitively that her place had to change.

An unparalleled joy came over her as she remembered the solitary pleasures of her childhood.

“Yes,” she thought, “I enjoyed everything with all the savor of a new invention. I enjoyed my body. I felt cocks going into me slowly and what did I get out of it? A constant feeling of dissatisfaction. I had to fuck violently. I had the impression that those hairy bodies on me wanted only the dream buried deep in my cunt.

“But if I remember correctly, it was my cunt which wanted to breathe the juice of my lovers. It loved them with a constant passion. It needed their liquid to reach dreamy regions or to bring fantasies to my youth. I have known every vice.”

And her thoughts flew before her into the city where those she had known might still be looking for her.

Leaning by the window, Danielle breathed deeply and felt the country air filling her lungs. She could see the thick cottages off in the distance, the intimate rooms where the farmers loved to prolong the evenings.

And while waiting for Tony, who had probably let himself be dragged to some village bar, she dreamed of a constant tranquility.

The wind was blowing gently, barely moving the leaves on the trees which bordered the paths. Danielle had finished her cigarette and thrown it down. Her hair spread out over her breasts and shivers ran over her body, making her even more malleable to the desire of the male she was awaiting.

She let her eyes wander in the shadows of the fields. Suddenly she felt an anguished trembling and put her hand on her cunt: a tree in the distance resembled a cock.

She looked at it feverishly, perhaps praying that it would move and come to plant its flowering branch inside her.

Then she smiled at her obsession.

A little later Tony came back and she held out her sensual lips so that he would be excited by their warmth and demand her body.

From time to time, something reminded her of the pleasures of her past. Something would recall the warmth of bodies resting on hers and in the furnace of sensuality, far from civilized people who could only lead her into error with their conventional hypocrisy, she felt ready to simulate all those women similar to her because of their insatiable bodies.

The door opened gently and a hand rested confidently on her round, smooth ass. A breath, a warm breath sent its lovely perfumes toward her.

The room seemed to shine in this instant when the man returned from work to find the woman he had chosen…

“Don't turn the light on!” she murmured to her husband, who had just caressed her. “Let's stay here.”

Tony had returned and without making a sound had entered the room which they had both chosen as their favorite.

“Don't turn the light on!” she repeated. “Come close to me.”

She caressed the man's hair as he bit her neck softly and sent tiny shivers through her body. He put his hand under her nightgown. She trembled as if every fiber of her being was holding itself out toward this desire.

He found the strength of his first night again.

The bed awaited them in the dark, close to their thirsting bodies. He lifted her suddenly and carried her to the nuptial bed, which made a dull sound when he placed his wife's body down again.

“Tony! My Tony! I waited for you for so long! Do you know how I worry when you're late?”

“Darling, I stayed in the village, but I was thinking of you every minute.”

“I was waiting for you! I'm waiting for you!”

She covered him with caresses and he kissed her in every place he could put his mouth, moist with the desire that was rising in his body.

She undid her gown and appeared in her nudity, offering her hungry body like a long-sought meal.

Under him, she looked like the final refuge of an unhealthy sensuality, and yet, his uncontained desire would be able to be satisfied in the female's warm den.

“Forever! Forever,” he told her, “your body will belong to me forever. I don't know who you are! But I married you. That's enough for me.”

“Tony, my darling Tony, take me. Possess me with all the passion you know I adore!”

Their pleasure was long and intense. They had made love as they did every day, but in the darkness, they particularly enjoyed their position like loving children. Danielle's long, muscular legs stretched and clung to the man. Her wonderful breasts were crushed by her husband's powerful chest.

Their nervous hands sought and discovered the tiniest chinks in each other's bodies with an unaccustomed haste, and they clung to each other frantically. Their breaths mingled and the seed that quickly rose from their swollen sexes fell in large drops on the covers, where they disappeared into the material.

Finally they stopped, and yet continued to caress each other, trying to rest comfortably by finishing the emptying of their love-filled parts.