Danielle and Uncle Armand
Anonymous


PART ONE

CHAPTER ONE

I can still see her-sculptured nose and tender mouth, huge eyes drowned 
in dreams

I still see her, so pale, so pure, in the white lace billows of her 
wedding gown.

I was seventeen when that bitch married Harry, my older brother. The 
couple moved into the same house in which my parents and I lived.

In the beginning, my relations with my sister-in-law were entirely 
friendly. But gradually Jackie seemed to lose that reserve which had been 
one of her charms.

She became flirtatious. She would throw me secretive glances that would 
ignite inside me like firecrackers. And when we were alone, she would 
always manage to be sitting in some very provocative positions. She would 
drape herself over the edge of a table or the arm of a chair. She would 
cross her legs so high that I would have to turn my head away.

But Jackie didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed. She displayed her 
thighs casually. Sometimes she wouldn't hesitate to pull up her skirt to 
adjust her stockings in front of me.

And I would feel my heart pounding like someone caught cheating in 
school.

One day I was in my room, working on some algebra equations, when the 
door suddenly opened.

Am I bothering you, Tony?

Jackie walked right into the room and went over to sit on the edge of the
couch. Then, while she slowly consumed a cigarette that she was holding 
cruelly in her fingers with their long nails, she said she pitied me for 
being forced to suffer over a math problem on such a beautiful May day.

I'm certain that you'd prefer to go walking in the woods with a pretty 
girl

There was a gleam in her eyes.

You must have a lot of admirers, don't you?

And since I didn't answer:

It's useless to play modest, she smiled. With your pretty face, it 
makes sense that girls would run after you.

She let out a deep sigh.

What a shame you're not older. Otherwise, I assure you that I wouldn't 
have married your brother.

Demonstrating an impudence that seemed monstrous to me, she added:

Yes, with you I would have been happy. I'm certain that you would have 
known how to make love to me. While that poor Harry

She shrugged her shoulders disdainfully.

Granted, he's very nice to me. He doesn't refuse me anything. But he's 
such an incapable lover! I guess if I hadn't known pleasure, perhaps I 
would be content with his clumsy embraces. But before my marriage, I must 
admit that I received an excellent education

It was her Uncle Armand who had given her this education. Her parents had
been forced to go to South America for several weeks and Jackie was to stay
with her father's brother who lived in a luxurious apartment in Neuilly.

Despite his forty-five years, Armand was a devoted lover.

His svelte appearance, his slightly graying temples, his rapacious 
expression permitted his great success.

My child, he soon said to Jackie, my worldly obligations force me to 
go out in the evenings quite often. Since I was afraid you might get bored 
or not want to be left alone, I have asked a young person who sometimes 
works as my secretary to watch you.

With her fawn-colored hair and roguish expression, Margie was one of 
those girls whom every man feels constrained to proposition.

She and Jackie sympathized with one another. They slept in the same room 
and shared the same bed.

For a few days, their relations were simply friendly. They had the same 
playful nature. They understood each other marvelously. At night, they 
slept side by side, like innocent children.

Having had a great number of affairs, some of which were lesbian, Margie 
was burning with impatience beside the body that had the attraction of 
forbidden fruit to her.

Thanks to certain confidences, she knew that Jackie was still a real 
young girl. No man or woman had succeeded in awakening her sensuality. So 
she was afraid of compromising everything by any regrettable haste. She 
preferred to deprive herself wisely and then while her friend was sleeping,
to be reduced to masturbation.

She managed to be more and more indecent in her behavior. Without seeming
to wonder anything about it, Jackie followed the same example. Soon she 
even dared to undress completely in front of her companion, albeit with 
innocent immodesty.

Invariably, Margie would then feel desire sliding through her like an 
insidious poison. A desire which put fire into her veins and arteries and 
which seemed more and more difficult to resist.

One evening when her friend was hiding nothing of her arrogant nudity, it
was impossible for Margie to continue a struggle which was putting her 
nerves so on edge.

Her eyes had become two incandescent suns and she put her arm around 
Jackie's waist. Her mouth touched a firm breast whose nipple stood out like
the beak of a robin redbreast.

To her great surprise, Armand's niece didn't try to escape the moist 
contact of her lips which were trembling with impatience.

While her tits rose to the rhythm of her shaky respiration like a rough 
sea, Jackie even whispered:

Darling oh!.. what you're doing is delicious.

Emboldened by this first success, Margie no longer hesitated.

She insinuated one of her hands between the two thighs which were no 
longer trying to lock themselves. And her prying index finger took 
possession of a fragile flower that had not yet been violated.

My love, she whispered, my sweet my tender why you're wet!

Jackie was already moist with juices.

You're ready to come, my dear

Actually it was enough for her to titillate the still timid little 
clitoris for Jackie, her eyes closed and her head oscillating from shoulder
to shoulder, as soft as a flow of honey.

Ah! she sighed. Ah!.. but what happened? I felt like I was dying 
dying of joy

Yes, you're going to die, my angel but not all alone I also want to 
die of happiness.

Taking her partner's hand, Margie led it to her own cunt.

My dear put your finger in and do what I do yes again that's good 
go on oh!.. yes oh!

Quickly pulling herself away from the girl, she pushed her to the bed and
made her stretch out. Then, sliding between her thighs, she placed her 
mouth against the moist pussy which was exhaling its breath of vaginal 
ecstasy.

Pearls of pleasure immediately dripped onto her tongue as she 
gluttonously licked the interior of that foamy mound.

Jackie sighed. She writhed like a snake in love. Her fingers folded over 
the palpitating mound, Margie sucked the stiff clitoris.

Her lips that were swollen with greediness, passionately swallowed that 
hard tip. And she soon received the frenetic release of that body she had 
just introduced to pleasure.

Without leaving her companion time to regain consciousness, she hurried 
to crouch over her face.

Jackie felt a gluey mound pressed against her mouth.

Suck, begged Margie, suck me, my dear I want it so badly yes like 
that ah!.. I love your tongue your tongue that is penetrating me your 
tongue inside me almost as good as a cock ah!.. yes lick me and use your
finger at the same time deeper even deeper ah!.. I would like you to 
suck as far as my womb ah!.. you're taking it all oh! my sweet we're 
going to be so happy

They were, it was true, to know some very active nights.

In the morning, Armand came to awaken them. This permitted him to touch 
them both gently.

Sometimes he fondled them and kissed them on the cheek or the corner of 
their lips. Sometimes, under the pretext that they weren't getting up fast 
enough, he threw back the covers and forced them to jump out of bed, but 
not without rubbing a malicious breast through the light silk of a 
nightgown, or a nervous thigh or a charming pair of buttocks.

One evening after dinner, Armand asked Margie to type an article he had 
written for an art review.

: We'll probably be at it a long time, he said to Jackie. So you might
as well go to bed.

But the young girl had no desire to sleep. After reading several pages of
a book that seemed totally uninteresting to her, she decided to go join her
uncle again.

When she reached the office whose door was half opened, she heard a 
little stifled laugh and then a few moans.

Intrigued, she moved closer on tiptoe.

Tightly embraced, Margie and Armand were masturbating each other.

The young woman, whose skirts were tucked up over her thighs, was 
abandoning herself to the agile finger which was agitating her cunt.

Dear oh!.. it's so good!

As she moaned, she placed her hand against his generously endowed prick 
and was fumbling with the buttons of his pants.

Oh, you're so stiff your rod is big

With her fingers, she encircled the solid stick which she knew so well 
how to manipulate.

Do you like it? she asked at times in a soft voice.

Yes and you, are you happy?

Very happy you caress me very well oh! again you can feel what that 
does to me

CHAPTER TWO

Jackie saw the entire spectacle.

Her heart was pounding inside its fleshy cage. Her entire body stiffened 
in sudden contractions.

Dear! Margie panted, dear it feels so wonderful oh!

Armand was still caressing her skillfully. And, with the same skill, the 
young woman was masturbating the gloriously erect rod.

Suddenly, Margie pushed her partner towards a couch, on which she made 
him lie down.

And with one movement, she removed her dress, blouse, and panties. Then, 
naked from the waist to her flesh-colored stockings, she knelt above 
Armand, or rather, above a prick as big as a policeman's stick.

Nothing was withheld from Jackie's immoral curiosity.

Her buttocks in the air, legs separated, Margie's opening between the two
thick and curvaceous eminences could easily be seen.

As for Margie's partner, with his knees raised, Jackie could easily see 
his big, stiff member.

The young girl soon saw the stick enter Margie's box, become lost inside,
and reappear again.

Armand was panting. His companion was moaning.

They fucked with abandon.

Finally, Jackie saw the instrument completely come out, the tip totally 
uncovered, red as carmine and spewing a white liquid which spread out over 
Margie's buttocks.

Dear! she cried, dear you're coming oh!.. it's warm it's 
delicious

She waited until his tool had finished ejaculating. Then she leaped off 
the bed and went into the bathroom.

Fearing that she would be caught, Jackie ran away immediately. So 
hastily, in fact, that she had the misfortune of overturning a Chinese pot 
that was balanced on a small round table. Frightened, she ran to her room.

As soon as she got there, Armand appeared.

He looked at the young girl a long time and she, livid and trembling, 
couldn't hide her confusion.

Suddenly, with a gleam in his eyes, he murmured:

I have the feeling that my little niece has been very indiscreet.

But Jackie tried vainly to escape. But I don't understand

Impossible imagine that we are alone, all three of us in the apartment.
There are no cats or dogs and since I don't believe in ghosts, someone 
must have overturned that pot. Margie and I were in the office. Thus you 
alone were capable of having committed this act.

Jackie no longer knew what to say. Stupidly, she assured him that she 
hadn't left her room.

And I, declared Armand, I am certain that, tired of being alone, you 
felt a desire to come join us. Seeing that we were very busy, you didn't 
want to bother us. As you ran away, when you saw Margie about to go out, 
you revealed your presence.

He approached the young girl, who seemed plunged in a veritable torpor, 
and grabbed her by the shoulders.

And, with a slightly vulgar smile, said:

So, my pet, did you like the spectacle?

Her throat was dry and Jackie didn't feel she had the strength to utter 
the slightest word.

Yes, I'm certain that you must have had an excellent time. Anyway, it 
will be easy for me to find out.

Without his niece having time to react, he plunged his hand under her 
skirt and immediately reached the point between her legs.

You little devil, he murmured. Your pants are all wet. Your pussy must
be in quite a state.

In order to be certain, he pulled her panties down and slid his finger 
between her lips. They were trembling with emotion.

Then he began to tickle her clitoris.

This caress completed the devastation of the young girl's senses. With 
his free hand, Armand had unbuttoned his pants and taken out his imposing 
tool.

Jackie couldn't stop herself from grabbing the stiff rod. She held the 
cock she had seen going in between Margie's thighs!

How long it was!

How thick it was!

How hard it was!

How good it was to touch it. How she loved to feel its male power. What a
desire she had to fondle it.

Yet a sort of fear held her back. The fear of being too clumsy and 
disappointing her partner.

Armand must have guessed the reason for her hesitation because he 
whispered:

You want to touch me, don't you? Well, go on you'll see it's very 
easy. Anyway, I'm going to show you what to do.

He closed her fingers over his joy-stick.

What is important, he said, while beginning to rub himself, is to 
adopt the right rhythm. At first you caress the tip very slowly the most 
difficult thing is not to let yourself be carried away by an often brutal 
ardor. You have to force yourself to always act smoothly. Come on, try it

A little excited, Jackie followed her uncle's advice.

The fine skin that she alternately raised and lowered uncovered the 
enormous glans.

Very good, said Armand, his eyes half-closed, that's perfect you 
understood what you have to do Now I'm going to teach you to suck.

He told her to kneel at his feet. All will anesthetized, Jackie did as he
told her.

Breathing an odor of sweating balls, the young girl instinctively opened 
her mouth.

And, with her trembling tongue, she began to lick the solid root as if it
were a candybar.

For a beginner, that's not bad, my child but sucking that sugar stick 
isn't enough. You have to rub me with your mouth.

He introduced his rod down her throat. Then, his hands placed on his 
companion's cheeks, he imprinted a coming-and-going movement on her face.

It was easy for Jackie to learn that motion. Obviously she was putting 
her whole heart into the work, although she still lacked technique. Her 
lips weren't enclosing the congested glans tightly enough.

In a hurry to come, Armand had to use his finger in order to reach the 
expected conclusion. It didn't take long.

Not yet knowing that come is one of the most precious of elixirs, the 
young girl tried to throw her head back. Her uncle prevented her.

Jackie felt a great spurt of semen trickle down her throat.

And it seemed to her that the sperm had a taste of wet grass

CHAPTER THREE

Margie had just appeared in the doorway. She hadn't even bothered to do 
up her skirt. Jackie could even see the thick fawn-colored fur which was 
abounding at the fork of her thighs.

Come in, Armand told her. Initiating a young girl is always a delicate
mission. Your help would certainly be appreciated.

Already ready for anything, Jackie let her friend undress her. She didn't
even rebel when, sliding between her waist and the elastic of her panties, 
skillful fingers pushed the fragile material down.

Now she was nothing but a need, a body in a trance, and she didn't try to
hide the blonde fur that shaded her pubis behind the screen of her hands.

Trembling with impatience, she even went so far as to stretch across the 
bed, arms crossed, legs apart.

Armand approached, apparently fascinated by this body with the graceful 
shape of a girl-flower.

Soon his eyes became riveted on two little breasts, which he could have 
held completely in the palms of his hands.

Now he seemed incapable of turning his eyes away from the little 
clitoris, of which the half-opened cunt allowed a little peek, and which 
was like the tip of a tongue pointing greedily between two fleshy lips.

Margie immediately pulled him away from his contemplation.

She had plunged a hand into his opened fly.

But you've already made it, she exclaimed. And you intended to plunge 
your cock into this child's pussy without taking the slightest precaution? 
What impudence!

Not wanting this deflowering to have sorry consequences for Jackie, she 
knelt at her companion's feet and began to lick the glans that was still 
all sticky with sperm.

This skillful maneuver had the double effect of cleaning the prick and of
restoring its vigor.

Soon Armand was stiff again, and he leaned over Jackie.

Her senses still exacerbated by the sight of her friend sucking the cock,
the young girl seized that dagger which was about to violate her purity.

Come on! she said. She offered herself without the least reticence. 
Come on!

There was no fear in her, or even shame, any longer.

She was like a little amorous animal and let herself be carried away 
blindly by the demands of her sensuality which Margie had awakened in her.

No doubt if this had happened several days earlier, she wouldn't have 
been so docile. She would probably have tried to resist this carnal 
tempest.

But Margie had broken the girl's modesty with her hands, which had 
crushed her body with exasperating caresses, and her mouth, which had 
gathered the very essence of her desire.

I'm waiting

As her uncle seemed to be hesitating, perhaps feeling some remorse at the
prospect of violating the sacred familial laws, she joined her legs above 
Armand's buttocks.

She made the tip of his cock slip between her little lips. Then she threw
herself towards her partner with such force, that his prick went into her 
box in a single blow.

The preliminaries that Margie had initiated her to had prepared her for 
the supreme possession marvelously.

Besides, she loved the pain that this merciless rod was causing her. She 
loved to feel herself impaled on that blade.

The terrible weapon had just penetrated her completely.

All the flesh in her cunt was rammed

Slashed

Bleeding But the acuity of the pain only led the release of her senses 
to its paroxysm.

Yes! she cried, yes take me tear me break everything oh!.. oh!.. 
go on even if I beg you to stop

Armand, who wasn't a savage, didn't want to martyr this little wounded 
cunt too much.

Darling oh!.. no go on Jackie begged. Her uncle had just withdrawn 
his cock from her bleeding hole. No don't leave me

Why are you in such a hurry? Armand asked. We have all the time in the
world. Now I want to fondle you

He kissed her cheeks, her mouth, her neck.

He let his lips wander over a breast that was swollen with sap. With his 
teeth, he excited a hardened nipple that was as tasty as an exotic fruit.

Then, raising her legs, he examined that devastated pussy whose lips were
red with blood.

The poor little thing, he said, it has suffered so much, hasn't it?

It doesn't matter, moaned Jackie. You have made it so happy.

And I'm going to make it come again, my angel

CHAPTER FOUR

He sucked her cunt dripping with moisture. He swallowed everything that 
was flowing from the pot.

And while he enjoyed himself like the refined gourmet that he was, Margie
caressed him with a feverish hand.

Armand suddenly seemed to remember the other young woman's presence.

What egoists we are, he said to his niece. Doesn't it seem unjust to 
you that our friend has been reduced to the role of a spectator?

Seizing her by the waist, he stretched Margie out beside Jackie. Then, 
while beginning to suck Jackie again, he plunged his fingers into the other
girl's cunt.

The two damsels began to sigh and pant.

With his agile tongue and probing fingers, Armand released the pleasure 
of those exasperated pussies simultaneously.

Ah, cried Jackie, Uncle you're making me so happy

Ooh! screamed Margie, you're doing it so well ooh!

It was a charming duo.

Now Armand stretched out next to his niece. He was turned toward Jackie 
and he put his thighs under those of the young girl. His prick was pointed 
towards her little slit.

Margie was participating actively in these games and knelt over her girl 
friend's face. Jackie could see the other girl's mound, abundantly 
garnished with its incendiary fur, and the gaping depths of a gluttonous 
cunt ready to devour everything like a carnivorous plant.

That cunt she loved to devour so much.

She caressed the clitoris. Breathing the bitter exhalation of the 
wonderful vaginal juice, she stuck her tongue into that adored cunt.

Darling, cooed her companion. Oh, darling yes I love you how I love
you your tongue is delicious I feel it inside me

While she let herself be sucked, Margie, her face at the height of her 
friend's cunt, separated the little lips that were still all congested. 
Then, seizing Armand's cock, she guided it to the inside of the cunt.

With violent blows, the libertine uncle began to ram the consenting 
pussy.

During this time, Margie was titillating Jackie's clitoris with her 
finger. Jackie continued to lick her friend's box with her greedy tongue.

These variations, these positions, this multiplicity of approaches 
infinitely augmented their delights.

Suddenly, they were all overcome with pleasure. And, for their feverish 
brains, their oversensitive nerves, their exhausted bodies, it was a total 
release.

Jackie would have liked Armand and his friend never to cease guiding her 
toward all the horizons of vice. How she would have followed them!

She would have liked to successively caress a proud cock, masturbate a 
tender cunt, suck a furiously erect prick, and lick a drooling pussy. She 
would have liked to soak in come for hours.

Alas! Margie was soon forced to go to the bedside of a seriously ill 
aunt. Jackie bitterly regretting having to leave her girl friend. 
Fortunately, Armand was there to console her. Almost every evening he 
joined her in her room. And he continued her education that had begun so 
well.

One night he assured her that it was time for her to give him the gift of
her second virginity. Jackie was already willing to give this gift.

Her uncle asked her to stretch out on her right side with her buttocks 
turned toward him.

At first he caressed her little hole. This only increased the impatience 
Jackie felt to know the still mysterious joys and she cried:

Come on, darling!.. I want your cock now your cock it will make me 
come.

Having spit a little saliva into the palm of his hand, Armand moistened 
the top of his tool. Then, parting her buttocks, he slowly introduced the 
glans.

Jackie was so receptive to all the forms of pleasure that this laborious 
progression was filled with ever increasing joys.

Lifting his companion's leg with his raised knee, Armand energetically 
masturbated her cunt while pushing his weapon farther and farther into the 
living furnace of her little asshole. Then he began to pump furiously.

With her cunt being caressed and her ass possessed, Jackie attained the 
ultimate in joy.

Darling! she cried, darling!.. come!.. empty your balls inside me You
may!

For the first time, Armand, still being cautious, no longer had any need 
to resist her demands. He came.

Aah darling you're discharging you're filling me

His come spurted so hard into her intestines that Jackie even thought she
could taste it in her mouth.

CHAPTER FIVE

By the time my parents came back to France, said Jackie, my uncle had 
had enough time to perfect my education.

The slut!

She had just given me these confidences without the slightest display of 
shame. The fact that I was her brother-in-law didn't disturb her in the 
least.

On the contrary. During this recitation, she had watched me carefully to 
see my reaction.

My embarrassment, while she was telling me all these obscenities, must 
have amused her. Was this the girl that Harry had just married?

Of course, she said, during my engagement, I pretended to be a virgin.
I had to, didn't I? I wanted to be married, to be free, to escape a 
familial control that was getting worse and worse. Therefore, it was very 
important that Harry should think I was a very chaste girl. But I hoped 
that on our wedding night, he would be in a hurry to give me those 
pleasures that Armand had permitted me to discover.

She sighed deeply.

Poor Harry he was so pitiful I even wonder if he ever had any affairs 
before he married me.

She came over to me. Still sitting in front of my desk on which my 
algebra books lay opened, I was finding it very difficult to control my 
indignation. My seventeen years were rebelling against so much cynicism and
so much depravity.

From our wedding night, she said, I knew that it would be impossible 
for me to love your brother.

Not sparing me the slightest detail, she revealed everything about her 
terrible deception:

As soon as we were in the room, Harry acted like a brute. I had hoped he
would help me undress, which would have permitted me to seek the caresses I
needed so badly, those caresses without which lovemaking loses all its 
savor, those caresses to which Margie and Armand had so accustomed me

She shook her head sadly.

Having been initiated by refined people, I suddenly found myself faced 
with a savage. You can guess my misery

Harry had let her go into the bathroom where she removed her clothes. 
When she came back into the room, the lace of her pale green nightgown 
caressed the top of her thighs and Harry, entirely naked, was standing 
immobile in the middle of the room. His cock standing out like an iron 
sword, he was awaiting his young wife like a wild animal ready to leap on 
his prey.

Without having uttered a single word, he threw himself on her, emitting a
sort of growl.

The bestial expression which filled his features frightened Jackie to 
such a degree that she tried to push her husband away. But, lifting her in 
his arms, Harry threw her on the bed. Then, before his young wife had time 
to regain her equilibrium, he rolled above her, seizing her by the 
buttocks, parting her thighs with his bony knee.

That imbecile was in such a hurry, she said, that he didn't even 
notice that I wasn't a virgin. As soon as I felt him inside me, he 
discharged. Then, satisfied with his exploit, he rolled over and fell 
asleep. Since then he has always acted like an idiot. It's only by sheer 
force that I submit to him. I've never had any pleasure with him. I've even
thought of leaving him. You alone held me back

Her voice became heavier.

Yes, if I stay, it's with the hope that you will compensate for the 
mediocrity of that monster with your ardor.

She leaned toward me. A disturbing flame was burning deep in her eyes.

I want you want to love you want to cry with joy in your arms. I will 
teach you to caress me, to suck me, to fuck me you will be a gifted 
student. I'm certain of it. Above all, don't be afraid that your brother 
will suspect us. He is so trusting

Submerged in disgust, I couldn't stand anymore. I got up and pushed 
Jackie away brutally.

Get out of here, slut!

The young woman didn't seem in the least insulted by this.

Why are you acting like this, dear?

Get out of here!

I wanted to hit her. A wild anger was burning inside me. An anger which 
was mingled with something I couldn't identify, perhaps a monstrous desire 
to separate the girl's thighs and plant my rod inside her.

Get out!

Yes, my dear, I'm going. But first, I want to prove how wrong you are to
act so disdainful toward me.

Before I had time to make the slightest movement, her dress was flying 
above her head.

I grew stiff immediately.

My prick was threatening to cut through my shorts and even my pants. As 
for my balls, they were so swollen with come they were ready to burst. How 
that whore could excite me!

She was more than naked in a slip whose transparence revealed the areoles
of her triumphant breasts, as well as of the V of her thighs gifted with 
the blonde curls of her mound.

Well, Tony, do you still want to put me out?

My throat was caught in a vise, and I felt incapable of uttering the 
slightest word. And, the blood pounding at my temples, I remained in the 
middle of the room, nailed to the spot, still master of my instincts but 
already no longer able to control my imagination.

CHAPTER SIX

Having the curious impression of living in a second state, I was at once 
the witness and the actor in a scene which scalped my nerves

Succeeding in a sort of delirium of duality, I saw myself run over to 
Jackie, throw her down on the couch, and imprison her in my arms and legs.

My voracious mouth crushed against an arrogant breast, a stiff tit in 
which I cruelly dug my teeth, pulling a plaintive cry from my companion. 
The spectator Tony was ashamed of the bestial fury to which the actor Tony 
was abandoning himself. But at the same time, the scene he was watching 
procured him an immoral pleasure.

I saw myself unzipping my pants.

I saw my impatient cock planting itself in that acquiescent cunt.

How it plunged and rammed. How it dug into that torrid cunt

Well, my pet, do you like me?

These words made me regain contact with reality. A degrading reality. A 
reality which should have caused me an immense revulsion.

This girl who was exhibiting her delights so obscenely was Jackie. 
Harry's wife. And Harry was my brother.

Yes, I should have felt shame and disgust. But, at seventeen, it's 
difficult to control one's desire in such a circumstance.

And then, Jackie was so immodest. She had just sat down on the edge of 
the couch, her thighs parted, her short slip hiding nothing of her pubis.

It was as if my eyes were attracted by a magnet.

My dear Tony, cooed the young woman, I have the distinct impression 
that you are controlling yourself

She couldn't avoid seeing my difficulty.

My nerves taut, my wrists tight, my nails digging deeply into the palms 
of my hands, a cold sweat running down my hands, I was literally hypnotized
by that cunt whose half-opened lips were like a mussel all ready to be 
eaten.

Yes, you're controlling yourself, my angel. You like the view perhaps 
you would even like to touch? In that case, you don't have to hold back.

She signaled for me to come close.

Ashamed of acting like this with my brother's wife, I wanted the strength
to run away, to escape this girl for whom I felt disgust, and at the same 
time an animal desire.

A mad desire which was going to make my final hesitations melt.

Come on, whispered Jackie.

I advanced with the step of a robot. As soon as I had stopped, my 
sister-in-law asked me to kneel in front of her. All will anesthetized, I 
did as she asked.

Imprisoning my hand in hers, she placed it on her pussy.

Caress me, she said.

I had already kissed girls. I had already felt the contents of a bra. I 
had already rubbed a firm thigh.

But the virgins with whom I flirted had always prevented my fingers from 
crossing the ramparts of their panties. Perhaps they had wanted me to 
insist. But I was still too timid to push their skirts up.

No, I had never touched a single cunt before.

Jackie must have guessed it because she showed me what to do. Separating 
the lips herself, she made the little clitoris jump out. Then, with the tip
of her finger, she began to titillate herself.

'Oh! she sighed, oh!.. it's so good go on now you

My first attempt was crowned with success.

Darling, my sister-in-law began to pant. Oh, darling yes like that 
you're doing it so well again that's good

She was delighted with it.

Oh, yes slowly that's marvelous

Her eyes closed.

Tony put your finger in now put your finger in my cunt.

I did as she asked. And, with a determined finger, I began to ram a cunt 
that was overflowing with juice.

Ah! cried Jackie, ah!.. you're doing it so well again deeper oh! 
yes yes you feel it flowing in me it's for you just for you. Harry has 
never felt it. That cretin doesn't know what he's doing!

That she had chosen this precise moment to ridicule my brother should 
have permitted me to reconquer my freedom of choice.

But, my eyes riveted to that pussy and my finger drowning in that whore's
cunt, I was incapable of avoiding the logical outcome of my desires.

Darling! Jackie suddenly shouted, darling suck me

She had placed her hands over my cheeks.

I found myself leaning forward with my face buried in between the burning
pit of two thighs saturated with moistness. A blonde fur was tickling my 
nostrils. My mouth was stuck to those thick, wet lips.

I was confused by this position and didn't know what to do. But Jackie 
was a willing teacher and immediately came to my aid. Again she made her 
little clitoris burst forth with her skillful fingers.

Then I realized what was expected of me.

I started to lick her with the tip of my tongue. My companion seemed 
delighted with this initiative.

Yes, darling like that that's delicious oh!.. oh!.. you're gifted 
you've never eaten a girl before, have you?

I shook my head negatively, without stopping my licking.

Well, no one can say you're not talented at it oh!.. I'm going to 
come

I was all bearded with wetness. I liked the strange taste of that drink.

Oh, darling!.. there it is I'm coming oh!.. wait!.. there it is it's 
all yours

She flowed on and on and I had the impression that her entire body became
liquified under the acuity of her pleasure.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Tony, you've made me so happy

I was still kneeling at her feet, my face buried in the living compass of
her legs.

You did that very well now I need your cock.

As soon as she had uttered these words, she attacked my pants, opened my 
fly and took out my prick with her fingers.

Your cock is very big it's so hard you must be so impatient to fuck 
me and you're burning they're so full

She weighed my balls with obvious satisfaction.

You're soon going to empty yourself in me.

Again she attacked my rod.

She showed such dexterity that I had the feeling my come was going to 
burst like a geyser. But Jackie guessed the danger which threatened me, 
because she quickly stopped rubbing me.

She seized me under the arm, inviting me to get up again. But, leaning 
backward, she tied her legs around my waist and made me roll over her.

Quick come in me

It was she who introduced my prick inside her with impatient fingers.

Ah! she sighed, you're screwing me!

I pushed myself into her furiously. And Jackie threw herself toward me 
with a devilish rage.

Ah!.. again

She dug her nails into my back cruelly.

Again!

She pushed me again and drew me back, making my prick come and go in her 
cunt.

Her sweet sweat was inundating her breasts, between which I had buried my
face. My mouth was bathing in that moistness which I swallowed as if I were
trying to digest everything her body was giving off and offering me so 
generously.

Oh!.. baby

Abandoning myself to my frenzy, I rolled over her like a boat. I shook 
myself inside her as if I wanted to kill myself with my disgust and 
remorse.

Oh! you're fucking me! cried Jackie, oh!.. I'm yours!

Yes, she was mine, the slut!

I'm coming!

Yes, she came!

Let yourself go, darling come on I want you to discharge take your 
pleasure as if I were a whore

Between two moans, she asked:

I am a whore, aren't I?

Yes, you're a slut!

I'm a whore!

Yes, you're a whore!

These insults seemed to excite her. She screamed.

Fortunately, we were alone in the house.

Ah come I'm waiting don't resist any longer

Even if she had asked me, I wouldn't have tried to accord her the least 
mercy. I was nothing but an animal preoccupied solely with pouring all the 
torrents of lava that were boiling inside my balls into that cunt.

As soon as I had emptied my balls I realized the meaning of the act I had
just committed. This slut who was stretched out on the couch with her arms 
crossed was my sister-in-law. I had just fucked my brother's wife!

Oh! I know, there are those who wouldn't have made such a thing out of it
in a similar situation. But at that time I respected the moral precepts I 
would soon trample underfoot. And then, too, I liked Harry so much.

I was ashamed of having acted in such a repugnant way. I was so ashamed 
that evening that at dinnertime, when I found myself sitting across from 
him at the familial table, I didn't know how to act.

I avoided his eyes. I answered his questions in monosyllables.

Jackie, on the contrary, didn't seem in the least bit embarrassed. She 
even went so far as to ask why I was being so quiet!

I didn't answer, burying my nose in my plate.

My word, she said, he must be dreaming about his little girl friend.

Impossible, exclaimed my brother. Are you in love, then?

Naturally, unable to guess the reason for my mood, he continued in an 
amused tone:

You look so sad. Has a charming damsel been resisting your advances? 
Perhaps you've been too timid?

Him, timid?

My father interrupted the conversation:

But that's a lie!

Turning toward me, he said, with a laugh:

I hope you're going to defend the honor of the family and tell us that 
you are an excellent seducer.

I don't doubt it! Jackie had the effrontery to add.

I squeezed my fists furiously. I wanted to cry out my disgust to that 
tramp. How I hated her! How I hated myself for not having the courage to 
resist her.

I swore that in the future I would be able to repulse her advances. But 
it was impossible for me to keep this oath.

CHAPTER EIGHT

That very evening, when I was already in bed rereading a history 
composition, Jackie suddenly slipped into my room.

Since Harry's asleep, she whispered, I thought I'd come in here and 
keep you company.

Before I had time to utter the least protest, she asked me to be silent.

Your room is next to your parents'. They might hear us. Imagine the 
scandal.

The slut! She knew very well that under the circumstances, I couldn't 
throw her out. The noise of our fighting would have alerted my father and 
mother. And it was easy to imagine the outcome.

No, she said, we have no interest in awakening the household.

As soon as she had uttered these words, a crafty smile puckered the 
corners of her lips and Jackie gradually tucked up the hem of her robe, 
slowly revealing her white, round knees, then the firmness of her thighs, 
at whose peak was the vaporous triangle of her panties.

I immediately felt my cock standing up. As for my eyes, again full of 
desire, they never left those panties.

She was already wet. Her cunt was flowing with juices. That same juice 
that I had tasted that very afternoon.

Suddenly the young woman parted the panties.

Look darling, she murmured, look I'm going to rub myself

With her skillful finger, she began to titillate her clitoris. Then she 
stuck her thumb into her cunt. Squeezing her lips together, to stifle her 
moans, she began to ram herself.

I saw her finger entering her pussy and coming out all white with foam, 
only to plunge in again frantically.

Jackie was shaking with convulsive trembling.

She bent her legs and began to vacillate her lower body. She seemed on 
the verge of rolling onto the ground.

I watched her, panting. My balls were swollen. My prick was stiff. Soon I
was in such a state that I couldn't stop myself from sliding my hand under 
the covers.

Foraging in the fly of my pajamas, my fingers closed over my rod. And I 
started to masturbate.

I had no more shame left, no more disgust. I was thinking only of 
satisfying the demands that Jackie had just given birth to in me.

I had such a wild desire to fuck that hole that was drowning me with its 
swollen lips and its juice that didn't stop coming.

At any moment I was ready to jump on the slut, to make her lie on the 
ground, to plant my rod in her mad cunt.

Only an ultimate burst of pride held me back.

Fortunately, my sister-in-law shared my impatience. Suddenly moving 
toward the bed, she threw back the covers. Then she knelt over me and the 
tips of her breasts seemed to try to pierce me.

Her hips agitated by a frantic movement, she rubbed the swollen glans 
with her humid mound before swallowing it in a single blow of her savage 
buttocks deep inside her cunt.

Trembling, she buried the glorious sword in her dark pit. She moved on my
tool with such passion that the bursts of sperm soon inundated her. But 
nothing seemed to be able to assuage her senses. Still on top of me, she 
continued to move her ass rhythmically.

Every part of me hurt and I was panting, but I painfully tried to follow 
the rhythm she imposed on me.

Jackie was untiring. Again I felt my cock growing inside that oily cunt. 
That cunt in which I soon ejaculated new bursts of come.

I was alone again, stretched out on the bed, my balls empty, my cock 
soft. Jackie had gone back to her conjugal bed completely satisfied.

Once again it had been impossible for me to resist her.

Then I understood that a normally constituted man is ready for every sin 
for a whore's cunt. I also understood that this weakness of the male could 
lead to the vilest acts. I instinctively guessed that in order to escape 
this slavery, one would have to guide one's own partners toward the 
horizons of eroticism.

Vice alone can save man from this emotional and physical dependence to 
which so many women want to reduce him.

CHAPTER NINE

The very next day, I decided no longer to submit to Jackie's demands but 
to provoke them instead.

It was I who went into her room when she had just put her dress on.

I'm sorry, I said, but you were in too much of a hurry. You'll have to
undress.

Why? she asked, a little surprised by my determined attitude.

Why? Quite simply, I want to fuck you.

She stared at me, visibly stunned. She wasn't accustomed to me taking the
initiative. Thus far, she had been the one to direct the proceedings.

I would have been delighted to make love with you, she said finally. 
But I don't have time. I have an appointment at the hairdresser's.

Your hairdresser can wait my cock is incapable!

I threw myself on her immediately.

It was a bitter struggle during which Jackie tried to defend herself like
a tigress. She clawed and bit. Her resistance, more or less feigned, only 
increased my fury.

It was a ferocious battle interrupted by cries, insults, and threats.

No, shouted Jackie, no I don't want to!

But since we were alone in the house, I didn't worry about her cries.

No no one has ever raped me!

We had just rolled onto the bed, that same bed where Jackie had been 
fucked so many times by my brother.

No stop!

But, having succeeded in imprisoning her wrists in one of my hands, I 
undid her dress with the other.

I didn't have any trouble extracting a firm breast and riveting it 
solidly to my mouth. I bit into it so ferociously that I had the taste of 
blood in my mouth.

Jackie treated me like a brute, an assassin, a sadist, and a rapist. She 
moaned with pain. She bled. She begged.

Do you want my cock? I asked again.

No not now

I dug my teeth even more savagely into her breast, which was already 
bearing the stigmas of my cruelty. This time, my sister-in-law let out the 
moan of a wounded animal.

Oh! This is terrible! Oh, no, I can't stand anymore

Carried away by primitive instincts, I would have tortured her until that
fruit wound up cracking between my jaws.

Jackie guessed this. So, all in tears, she opened her thighs and offered 
me access to her pussy.

Ah, she screamed, oh, you bastard!.. you're going to kill me. Oh!.. 
you're going to destroy my cunt

It wasn't just her cunt that I was planning to ruin.

Withdrawing my tool from her pussy, I told her to kneel on the edge of 
the bed. My sister-in-law looked at me with a beam of fright in her eyes.

But what do you want? she babbled.

What do I want?

I let out a laugh that must not have reassured her because her anguish 
became almost terror.

I want to plant my prick in your whore's hole!

Oh no!

It was almost a supplication.

No I don't want it to hurt

You told me that your uncle initiated you.

That only happened once since then I haven't done it So, it's just as 
if I never did.

Very well, this is the time to start again. If you don't obey, I'll bite
your tit again.

Grabbing her tit, I got ready to plant my teeth into that fleshy globe.

Oh, no! cried the young woman, have pity

And, suddenly becoming docile, she did as I ordered.

Sliding behind her, I pushed her skirt up over her hips. Then I parted 
her buttocks. Pointing my rod at her anus, I managed to maneuver myself so 
that the glans penetrated the narrow orifice.

Owww! moaned Jackie, oh it hurts no stop have pity.

Pity for that slut? Never!

Clinging to her hips, I threw myself forward with all my might.

And my cock penetrated deep into her intestines.

Jackie was screaming, and this pain caused me an equivocal pleasure. I 
felt an intense satisfaction of vengeance and an almost sadistic joy.

I was buggering her!

Here you are, whore here's a ram for your asshole Wait! here it is 
again!

I didn't spare her any pain and yet her ass seemed to adapt itself to the
dimensions of my prick.

Soon the young woman began to move with my rhythm. I heard her pant.

Ooh!.. it's starting to feel good oh baby

While I was ramming her with my weapon, I was also digging my hand into 
her buttocks.

Do you like this? I asked.

Ooh!.. it still hurts but I adore it anyway oh, darling come empty 
yourself inside me I want your come I need it darling ah!.. it's 
coming I feel it ah!.. there it is you're filling me I'm full of your 
come

No sooner had I spread my seed in her intestines when I felt the terrible
desire to impose new cruelties on this tramp.

My cock was temporarily out of service so I looked around for some object
to replace it. Then I noticed a little bottle of beer placed on the 
nightstand. In the morning Harry preferred beer to a cup of tea.

Don't move, I told Jackie.

Grabbing the bottle, I immediately slid the neck into the ass I had just 
been fucking. It was extremely easy.

My companion sighed with joy. But I had intended to give her pain.

I withdrew the bottle and turned it around.

This time, as I had hoped, Jackie began to utter little cries like 
someone being burned alive. Oh no not like that no!.. oh you're going 
to kill me oh!.. that's terrible stop!.. no no it hurts too much no 
you can see that it will never go in

I wanted it to go in.

With my fingers I furiously separated the orifice that was still sticky 
with sperm. And I pushed with all my might in order to make what had become
an instrument of torture penetrate that hole. I finally succeeded, but not 
without having cruelly torn her bleeding flesh. My sister-in-law was 
sobbing convulsively.

Half-unconscious, she didn't even have the strength to fight any longer.

An instant later, having regained her senses and dried her tears, Jackie 
sat on the bidet and washed her buttocks.

At times, she couldn't hold back a grimace. Her asshole must have been 
very painful.

Well! she exclaimed suddenly. You were so timid yesterday, I almost 
had to rape you. But you've become a regular brute!

And I intended to be a brute with Jackie from now on. With her and all 
other girls.

I would kiss them. I would fuck them. I would bugger them. I would submit
them to my sadistic instincts. I would humiliate them. I would reveal their
vices.

That way I would only be able to feel contempt and disgust for them. This
disgust and contempt would erect a barricade behind which I would be 
sheltered from all sentimentality.

CHAPTER TEN

Now all Jackie could be to me was a living puppet, submissive to all my 
whims.

One afternoon, after having masturbated her a long time, I pretended 
indifference and refused to fuck her.

Stretched out on the bed with her thighs opened, my sister-in-law was 
obviously begging me to finish what I had begun so well.

Oh! come on I need it so badly

She was shaking nervously.

Put it in put your cock into my cunt I need it

She was shaking. She moaned:

Darling I want your prick I want your stiff prick in my cunt

With a refinement of cruelty, I undid my pants and exhibited a rod whose 
size and apparent firmness only increased my companion's impatience.

Your prick is so beautiful it wants to fuck me so badly give it to me,
baby give it to me.

I saw her cunt opened like a gaping wound. A wound of joy.

Darling I can't wait any longer

Nevertheless, you're going to have to wait Harry won't be back for an 
hour or two

Harry?

She looked up at me in terror.

But I don't understand

On the contrary, you understand very well you know perfectly well that 
I love my brother very much acting this way toward him causes me much 
grief. So, if it's possible to give him some compensation, perhaps I'll 
feel less remorse.

You want? she stuttered. You want him to fuck me?

I want his cock to make you come I want him to hear you moaning with 
pleasure.

No it's impossible I've never come with him I never will

Yes, you will because you'll have to too much. I'm not going to stop 
caressing you until he gets home you'll have to come you'll reach a point
where your only desire will be to be fucked. Then what difference will it 
make whose cock it is?

Kneeling at her feet, I planted a finger in her soaking hole. I started 
to masturbate her.

Stop, begged Jackie. Oh stop this is crazy!

But, paying no attention to her protestations, I continued to ram her 
pussy.

This pretty little cunt is certainly flowing. How happy it will be when 
Harry plants his prick inside it. It will be the first time he'll make you 
come. I'm going to go on preparing you until he gets here. You're going to 
shriek with pleasure as soon as my brother starts to screw you.

I pushed my finger deeper inside her and moved it around. I turned it 
around as if I were trying to whip all the cream inside her. The pleasure 
she was feeling was so intense that it must have seemed intolerable and 
Jackie was panting like an exhausted animal.

She writhed on the bed, her mouth twisted, her nails digging into the 
palms of her hands. She came and came and that same spasm seemed to last 
forever.

Do you want a cock? I asked.

Yes, I want it, she screamed. I want it I need it.

Soon you'll have your husband's.

Oh, yes.

You'll open your thighs for him!

Yes

You'll give him your cunt!

Yes

You'll let him ram you!

It will be so good.

You'll cry with pleasure!

I'll scream!

You'll come with his cock!

Darling! she shouted, you've excited me so much that I could come with
any cock

CHAPTER ELEVEN

For two hours, I continued to rub her cunt. Then, when Harry's car 
stopped outside, I ordered Jackie to go back to her room. An instant later,
my brother joined his wife. I slid into the corridor, determined to watch.

Soon, my eye pressed against the keyhole, I saw my sister-in-law 
stretched out across the bed, her skirt pushed up over her belly.

Leaning over her with a smile on his lips, my brother was caressing her 
pussy.

Oh, I heard him whisper, you're really in the mood today

No doubt he wasn't accustomed to caressing such a wet cunt.

Do you really want to fuck?

Yes, panted Jackie, I want to

And to think I wasted time with my friends if I had known

The idiot! Certainly he thought he was responsible for the emotion that 
was overwhelming his wife.

Yes, he said, if I had known I wouldn't have made you suffer so long. 
But we'll make up for lost time.

As he uttered these words, he undid his pants.

If I had seen him naked before, I had never seen my brother in a state of
erection. What a handsome cock!

How could Harry be such a clod with that magnificent tool? I couldn't 
believe it.

I had to admit, however, that Jackie hadn't lied. He really did act like 
a barbarian. A few blows and he was soft already.

But I had prepared my sister-in-law so well that she let out a cry of 
joy.

A little disappointed by Harry's behavior-I would have preferred to 
witness a super-production rather than a short subject-I went back to my 
room.

Jackie came in a minute later.

Darling! she shouted. I obeyed you!

Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she tucked her skirt up, opened her 
thighs, and pushed her panties aside.

Look! she said, look, darling see it's flowing I'm full of come

A whitish juice was dripping from her pussy.

Harry came in me. He must have had a lot of juice in his balls it's 
been so long since I gave in to him it's because of you because you asked
me to. But now it would be so good if

She didn't dare vocalize her desire.

It was easy for me to become what she wanted. Pushed by an evil 
eroticism, I knelt before her.

And I put my mouth up to that cunt which was exhaling the smell of 
seminal juices.

I sucked her.

It's disgusting enough to swallow the sperm another man has poured into 
one's mistress. But when that come has spurted from the cock of one's own 
brother, what perversity!

Also, what satisfaction! A satisfaction that only those who do not 
hesitate to venture into the strange world of vice know.

Darling, murmured Jackie. Oh! my darling that's good yes swallow 
it swallow all of Harry's juices. You like it, don't you?

Yes, I liked it.

My tongue was turning around the depths of her pussy. I ran it over the 
humid walls.

Again!.. suck everything don't leave a single drop it's marvelous oh,
darling I would be so happy if you gave me your cock your cock there 
where Harry screwed me quick quick I'm waiting darling I beg you I 
need you

I needed that whore too! I threw myself on her like a maniac. I entered 
the same cunt that my brother had possessed a moment earlier.

Isn't there some kind of family spirit in that?

PART TWO

UNCLE ARMAND

CHAPTER TWELVE

It had been a month since I had been my sister-in-law's lover when I met 
Uncle Armand. After a long trip in Canada, he had decided to visit his 
niece.

I could only sympathize with this man who was still very attractive 
despite the approach of his fiftieth year, this man who had been the first 
to guess the physical demands in Jackie and the perverse possibilities.

I went out quite frequently with Armand. He took me to the theatre and to
nightclubs. Obviously, it wasn't long before I admitted the true nature of 
my relationship with my sister-in-law.

He didn't blame me. On the contrary.

Anyway, he said, Jackie would have taken another lover. So, why not 
you? Her husband disappointed her. And she has too much character to be 
resigned. You can believe me. I know her perfectly.

I don't doubt it, I said with a smile.

I told him that my sister-in-law had given me a detailed description of 
the stay with her uncle.

I can even tell you that the education you gave her, with Margie's help,
was very profitable to her.

Armand didn't seem the least bit angry that his niece had confided in me.

Then we have nothing to hide from one another, he said. We're going to
be excellent friends!

One day when we were in a bar, he proposed a game of craps. But, instead 
of the prize being a round of drinks, the stakes would be a little girl 
friend of his.

He told me that if I won, it would be possible for me to spend several 
very pleasant minutes with Mireille, a young girl who refused him nothing.

On the contrary, he added softly. If you lose, I will have the 
pleasure of fucking Jackie again.

Already rolling the dice he said:

OK?

OK, I agreed.

He won the first throw.

I won the second and the last.

The next day-debts shouldn't be paid late at night-I went to the little 
studio where Mireille lived.

I found myself facing a little brunette with eyes as dark as her hair and
the voracious lips of a female eager to fuck.

Draped in a red silk peignoir, which she held crossed over her chest, the
young woman asked me if I was the new champion of love-craps.

Then, having stared at me with an equivocal insistence:

My word, she said, it will be a pleasure to reward the worthy 
conqueror.

Demonstrating a disconcerting calm she threw off the peignoir. She was 
naked.

Her skin had a warm glow about it. Her tits stood out firm and pointed 
like pomegranates. As for her thighs, they were deliciously tanned and gave
me a furious desire to kiss them.

There were also her insolent hips, the thick black fur which covered her 
mound, and her stately ass with the beautiful buttocks.

Ah yes, I was stiff!

I was so stiff that my erection didn't pass unnoticed by Mireille.

You seem to be in perfect form, she said, putting her hand on my pants.

She undid the fly rapidly.

You're well built, she exclaimed.

Kneeling at my feet, she surrounded my triumphant cock with her fingers. 
And she skillfully made it move up and down again and again in her palm.

Standing in front of her, I was breathing heavily. She masturbated me so 
well. And she didn't content herself with just rubbing me. She also 
caressed my cock with the tip of her tongue until all the veins were 
swollen.

I heard myself panting harder and harder.

At times she licked my balls, which were filled with sperm. I even let 
out a sort of groan when Mireille introduced my prick into her avid mouth.

What technique!

She was sucking me even better than Jackie. And my sister-in-law 
certainly sucked me with the skill of a professional. She put real passion 
into her work. I often came in her mouth. But only after she had worked on 
me for a long time.

With Mireille, I was already ready to come.

She moved her lips slowly around. My cock was a baby bottle that she was 
sucking. A bottle whose contents she would have quickly savored if I hadn't
reacted.

With a sudden push, I threw her back onto the thick carpet. Then I rolled
over on top of her.

I would have liked to have caressed her, but she had put me in such a 
state that I was nothing but an animal in a hurry to assuage his instincts.

Ah, that cunt!

It was so deep. And warm. A veritable furnace.

Mireille certainly had a pussy capable of warming the least flammable 
cocks.

Anyway, I had the impression that I wasn't taking her, but that she was 
taking me! Her cunt pulled on my cock with little spasmodic contractions. 
It was wild.

After her mouth, now it was her pussy that was sucking me.

The young woman shook her ass. She pushed me away and drew me back, 
making my prick come and go in her fiery furnace.

Oh, she screamed. Oh, your cock is so hard. How I love fucking you. 
Can you tell how I feel? Tell me, can you feel it?

It was impossible not to feel it. The wetness was trickling down my legs.

Moving her hips, Mireille continued to caress me with her cunt.

Come discharge I want you

How could I resist this fury? It was impossible.

There it is you're coming oh yes give me your come just to the last 
drop.

She moved against me furiously.

Then I had the impression that my balls were going to be emptied forever 
of their vital substances.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Darling you fucked me so well.

We were stretched out side by side on the couch, which was certainly more
comfortable than the floor.

How you filled my pussy. There was so much come in your big balls oh, 
darling

She shook gently.

How I love to have my cunt all wet

Suddenly I saw her put her finger into herself. Then she took it out all 
wet with sperm and slid it into her mouth.

Oh, that's good

She licked her finger with visible greed.

I adore it

She did the same thing several times and seemed to savor that juice with 
the delight of a gourmet.

But she had found the means to excite me with the way she had of tasting 
my sperm! All the more because she whispered:

My love, now I want to suck your sugar-stick

As soon as she uttered these words, she stretched out on my body, ready 
to begin a perfect sixty-nine.

I felt her voracious mouth swallowing the sticky mollusk my cock had 
become. But that mollusk was soon transformed into a vertebrate of the 
highest order.

While an instant earlier I had been reduced to the sad state of a eunuch,
now I felt myself trembling with new needs. It seemed necessary therefore 
to return my companion's pleasure.

Sliding under her lovely buttocks, I parted those round globes. With the 
tip of my index finger, I caressed the soft rose of her tight flesh. Then, 
with infinite precaution, I introduced my finger into her anus.

Oh, yes, darling, Mireille moaned. Yes!.. that too, I love that too.

She had just arched in a sort of passionate convulsion which oriented my 
instincts toward the pole of sodomitical pleasures.

Yes that's good Armand often makes me come that way.

While she let me masturbate her little hole, she didn't stop sucking my 
cock, which was apparently ready for new prowesses.

Fearing that I would again be victim of a legitimate but regrettable 
fatigue, I quickly judged that it was high time I used my tool.

Standing up, I asked the young woman to kneel on the edge of the sofa 
with her bust horizontal and her buttocks held out as a sort of offering.

Then, leaning toward that spread ass, I began to lick her soft hole.

Mireille seemed particularly pleased with my sucking her ass. Desiring my
tongue to reach farther inside her, she made a violent effort to separate 
her narrow orifice still more.

But, still fearing that my cock would suddenly lose the vigor my partner 
had miraculously given it, I decided to immediately enter the heart of the 
matter which, by the way, had already been honorably treated by Uncle 
Armand.

So I had almost no difficulty plunging my tool into that living furnace.

Mireille didn't let out the least cry. If she moaned, it was out of joy.

Clinging to her hips, I screwed her valiantly. My balls crushed against 
her buttocks. My cock went right through to her intestines.

Soon I was out of breath and had to slow down a bit to stop panting. Then
my companion took the initiative.

She made her buttocks roll in a more and more unbridled rhythm. As for 
her anus, it was blessed with the same talents as her cunt.

With little contractions, it swallowed my cock. I didn't move. All I had 
to do was to let that devil alone and soon my balls had released new spurts
of sperm

When we were about to separate, Mireille declared, with eyes full of 
gratitude, that she was delighted with the few moments we had spent 
together.

I would be happy if all those who play dice with Armand were as nice as 
you.

And she couldn't prevent herself from adding with a strange light burning
in her eyes:

The next time you play a game of love-craps, try to win again!

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

It was Uncle Armand who won the return match.

That evening, when her husband was already asleep and my parents were out
with friends, my sister-in-law slid into my room.

Darling, she whispered, putting her arms around me, I wanted to see 
you so badly!

She kissed me. She rubbed herself against me. But I didn't budge.

Surprised by this sudden seriousness, she asked:

What's wrong, Tony you seem worried. Did something bad happen?

It's pretty serious, actually.

After having feigned a short hesitation, I declared:

I played a game of dice with your uncle and unfortunately I lost.

A smile immediately brightened my sister-in-law's lips.

Is that all? What difference does it make? Armand will give you credit. 
Anyway, I have some savings. I'd be happy to help you.

It's not a question of money, I said in a lugubrious tone.

But then, what were the stakes?

You!

Bewildered, Jackie opened her mouth. No sound came out.

Then, very calmly, I explained what a game of love-craps was.

And you dared to play him?

She looked at me reproachfully. At least it looked that way. But there 
was a kind of curiosity in her eyes. A perverse curiosity.

No, it isn't possible you couldn't have thought I would accept and 
allow myself to be sold to my uncle?

And, on the point of bursting into tears:

Darling, you're lying, aren't you? It's only a bad joke?

Faced with my silence, she began to play the virtuous woman for the first
time.

You were wrong, you know. Until now, I've given in to you even when you
demanded that I make love with Harry. But this time, you've gone too far. 
I'm not as lax as you think.

I didn't let her go on. I had had enough of that mockery.

No more pretense, I said. I made a promise. You will keep it. Anyway, 
a year ago you liked making it with your uncle. So the sacrifice won't be 
very painful.

Putting my arm around her waist, I drew her toward me and quickly plunged
my hand under her skirt.

No

Jackie tried to struggle.

No, leave me alone

My fingers were already insinuating themselves between the burning vise 
of her thighs.

Leave me alone, my sister-in-law moaned again. But her voice broke.

No

Having pulled down the thin panties, I discovered a pussy all brimming 
with wetness.

Have pity on me, begged the young woman.

She whined and cooed all at the same time.

Pity

I pushed her toward the bed and threw her down. Then I positioned myself 
above her.

You will obey me!

Having slid my legs between hers, I parted them savagely.

Tomorrow you will visit Armand. I will accompany you. He prefers that I 
watch and even that I participate

As I uttered these words, I plunged my cock into the abyss of her cunt.

Jackie let out a roar like a tiger in heat.

You'll go with me to your uncle's!

Yes, she panted. Yes, I'll go with you.

You'll let Armand caress you! I fucked her with all my strength.

I'll let him caress me, moaned Jackie.

You'll let him suck you.

He'll suck me, darling

And I'll suck you, too.

Yes, dear.

I'll caress you, too.

Yes

And Armand will plunge his cock into your cunt

Yes, dear

I'll fuck you, too

Yes, dear

You will be our slave.

Her pupils dilated, Jackie shouted hoarsely: Yes, darling, I'll be your 
slave!

CHAPTER FIFTEEN

She was our slave.

As soon as we had reached his house the next day, Armand led us into the 
little parlor and asked us to adopt the behavior which was necessitated by 
the pleasure we were going to give ourselves.

He started to remove his clothes. I followed his example. Jackie did the 
same.

Without seeming in the least embarrassed, she removed her dress and 
underwear.

I was a little disappointed. I would have preferred her to be a little 
more stubborn. But she wasn't in the mood to play the frightened damsel 
that day.

Too bad.

However, I wasn't to regret her docility.

Come here, Armand told her, as he sat down in an armchair.

He wasn't ashamed of his nudity either. Anyway, why should he have been? 
His firm body still had the musculature and sveltness of a young Titan.

With one hand he caressed his balls on which his cock rested softly.

I was surprised by his coolness. I was already stiff.

Come here! he repeated.

My sister-in-law obeyed.

As soon as she was in front of him, he put his fingers on the thick 
blonde hairs that flourished at the fork of her thighs. This simple caress 
of her humid hairs must have had a certain effect on him because his cock 
quickly rose from its lethargy.

There was immediately a light of lust in Jackie's eyes. Kneeling in front
of Armand, she lovingly touched the big tool. She brought her lips up to 
that proud prick she was impatient to suck.

However, with a slight hesitation, she turned toward me and asked:

Can I eat him? You won't be angry?

Angry? I didn't feel the slightest tinge of jealousy. Seeing her kneeling
in front of her uncle excited me. My senses were particularly receptive to 
the sight.

She was dying to suck Armand's cock. She was waiting for me to give her 
permission. I did.

She immediately swallowed the entire length of his rod.

And while she rubbed him with her hand, she greedily sucked his prick.

As usual, she showed an ever-increasing passion.

Armand's face was all congested. His breathing became more and more 
rapid. At times, a sort of grunt formed in his throat.

However, Jackie didn't succeed in the goal she had set for herself. She 
didn't know, like Mireille, how to suck with the demonic persuasion so few 
men are able to resist. She only obtained a positive result after a 
laborious struggle.

Her uncle didn't give her time to reach this conclusion. Pulling his cock
from her mouth, he asked her to stand up again. When she had done so, he 
ordered:

Masturbate.

Jackie looked at him, a little surprised. Then she turned her head in my 
direction as if she expected me to help her in some way.

Well, I said, didn't you hear what Armand said?

Yes, she said dully, I heard him.

Then, obey!

She obeyed.

With one skillful finger, she began to titillate her clitoris.

Do you like doing that? her uncle asked.

Oh, yes, she moaned.

Do you do it often?

During the first months of my marriage I did while my husband was 
sleeping.

She pushed her thumb into her cunt and began to ram it in and out while 
she uttered little wild cries.

Aaa!.. that's good oh, that feels good oh, if you knew

Go on, said Armand.

Yes it's as if I were fucking myself oh!

She was shaking nervously.

Oh I'm so happy

She trembled.

Ah!

Suddenly, incapable of maintaining her equilibrium, the young woman 
collapsed.

Still sitting in his armchair, Armand grabbed the young woman under the 
calves and drew her to him until her cunt was near his mouth. Then he 
started to suck her clitoris and push his tongue into the depths of her 
cunt.

Darling, screamed Jackie. Oh, that's good

But these shrieks of joy were suddenly stifled. I had knelt over her face
and had just introduced my cock down her throat.

Silence, my pet, I told her.

My sister-in-law was forced to observe the most total muteness.

And the child seems to like this, shouted Armand. But her cunt must be
jealous. I'll take care of that.

Slipping down from the armchair, he knelt between his niece's legs. He 
lifted her buttocks and his cock plunged into that cunt I had fucked so 
many times.

This time, Jackie let out a wild cry. Then she began to suck me again 
with the same passion.

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

I didn't take my eyes from the tool entering her with strange little 
noises. Smack! Smack! as the cock pushed its way into that gluey abyss.

Suddenly Armand's features seemed to harden. His respiration began to 
roar in his chest like a bellows. And his cock was agitating with the speed
of a piston. Jackie started to suck me with even more rage, no doubt 
desiring that her cunt and throat be filled simultaneously. But I had no 
desire to give in to that voracious mouth. And my sister-in-law didn't 
succeed in extracting a single drop of juice from my balls when Armand 
came.

For a brief instant he continued to fuck her. But his movements became 
less violent. Finally, he withdrew his cock and I could see the sperm 
dripping out.

Armand sat down in the chair again, casting sad glances at his poor 
diminished penis. Jackie knelt in front of him. Leaning her bust forward 
and holding out her ass, she began to lick the soft balls encrusted with 
come.

I knelt behind her, with my rod sticking out like an iron lance. I 
separated her asshole with impatient fingers and pushed my tool all the way
in with a single blow of my savage hips.

Oh shrieked Jackie. Oh, you brute you're hurting me

Clinging to her hips, I fucked her with all my strength.

Oh animal oh!

This spectacle pulled Armand out of his torpor. His cock regained its 
honorable dimensions.

Instead of whining, he said to Jackie, eat me!

And he pushed his mandrel down her gullet.

Sucking on that magical prick must have decreased the pain I was giving 
her, because soon she started shaking her buttocks as if she wanted my 
sword to pierce her deeper and more furiously.

Oh, the slut! exclaimed Armand. She excites me so much when she shakes
her ass like that. I would like to fuck her, too

I didn't have any reason not to allow him to satisfy this desire. Hadn't 
he won the game of craps?

Withdrawing my cock from her little hole, I invited him to take my place.
But Armand wasn't an egoist, so he didn't want me to be forced to take the 
passive role of voyeur.

He went over and stretched out on a couch with deep cushions. He asked 
his niece to kneel over his gloriously erect cock. An instant later, Jackie
impaled herself.

With an explicit and obscene gesture, her uncle told me to enter the 
game. I immediately slid behind Jackie.

I placed my hands over her buttocks and my cock took the place it had 
occupied an instant earlier.

We all began to move together. It was too much for Jackie who began to 
scream like a wounded animal.

She must have had the impression that the two cocks that were fucking her
were perforating her flesh, becoming one in the same gigantic prick by 
which she was being reached everywhere.

Oh, what atrocious joy

Armand's joy-stick was foraging in her cunt. My ram was digging out her 
little hole.

She cried with pleasure. She screamed with pain. She begged for pity.

Finally our pricks exploded simultaneously like grenades in her cunt and 
anus. The bursts of sperm spread out inside her entire belly. And the young
woman fell on her uncle with a long, agonizing cry.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Her cry was suddenly brought back to life again by the entrance of 
Mireille into the room.

There we were, stretched out on the couch, legs all about panting our 
bodies sweating literally drowning in pleasure. This was the moment the 
young woman chose to make her entrance.

No doubt, Armand had invited her to join us with the intention of spicing
up our pleasures.

Mireille looked at us with a slightly amused expression. She must have 
realized that it was high time she pulled us out of our lethargy. Without 
uttering a single word, she pulled up her skirt and exposed her golden 
thighs. Then, doing an about-face, she offered the vision of her beautiful 
ass.

Having abandoned her two tired heroes on the field of battle, my 
sister-in-law slowly approached Mireille. She must have felt the lesbian 
instincts of her adolescence being born again, that adolescence which 
Margie and Armand had stamped with their definitive imprint.

Having removed her dress, the newcomer removed her stockings very slowly,
rolling them down her nervous legs. Finally she took off her bra and 
panties and threw them across the room.

Her eyes glowing, Jackie couldn't stop herself from putting her arms 
around that proud body which was the incarnation of primitive beauty and 
animal purity.

The girl's flesh was crushed against her trembling breasts, She began to 
moan as soon as a skillful hand started caressing the satin smoothness of 
her thighs and playing with her humid mound.

This moan grew stronger and became almost an uninterrupted cry when a 
finger took possession of the depths of her cunt.

In turn, my sister-in-law wanted to forage her companion's pussy. But the
young woman escaped this caress and knelt at her feet. Her voracious mouth 
immediately became lost in the dark folds of Jackie's belly, biting the 
hairs which covered her mound, then reaching her partner at the very source
of her need.

Darling, cried Jackie. Oh, darling Mireille licked her.

Oh you suck me so well

Mireille avidly drank the wetness and what remained of the sperm Armand 
had ejaculated.

Oh

Jackie abandoned herself wildly to the lips which were drinking her 
juices. Those fleshy lips were sucking her like a cock

Her screams and the spectacle that those two witches were offering 
finally incited Armand and me to intervene.

Approaching Mireille, who was still kneeling in front of her companion, 
Armand put his legs around her hips. He held his cock in his hand and 
guided it toward the consenting ass.

The young woman didn't let out the slightest cry. She was obviously 
accustomed to this kind of pleasure. She began to move her buttocks wildly,
which didn't prevent her from continuing to gobble the contents of Jackie's
cunt.

I was standing behind Jackie. I put my arm around her waist and forced 
her to lean slightly forward. I pushed my thumb into her asshole. Then I 
began to move it back and forth quickly with the intention of opening a way
large enough for my cock. In our position it would have been quite 
difficult.

I aimed my prick and, seizing the tip between my fingers, I made it 
slowly penetrate her. Finally I crushed myself against her buttocks. I was 
using my cock like a knife but, following Mireille's example, my 
sister-in-law didn't let out the tiniest cry.

From Armand, who was sodomizing his partner, to me, it was one marvelous 
transfusion of pleasure. My uncle was giving Mireille pleasure with the 
great blows of his cock. The young woman in turn was drinking Jackie with 
great gusto, and it seemed as if I could feel this pleasure in the ass I 
was ramming

Suddenly I heard Armand say that the next day he was going to have one of
those intimate receptions in our honor that he had told me so much about. 
As I was fucking Jackie I let my mind wander in a long erotic dream

In the darkness of the room, one was sucking, one was licking, one was 
masturbating, one was fucking

Here, kneeling on the floor with her ass sticking out of her dress, a 
woman was offering herself to an ancient passion which is no less 
disapproved of by moral laws today than it was in the times of the 
classical poets.

She was moving her buttocks while a vigorous cock was pushing its way 
into her narrow orifice.

She agitated her ass just as her partner must have been coming inside 
her. I could see some of the come dripping out and flowing down his cock

In another place, an amazon was astride her partner. The dagger that was 
planted in her cunt seemed to have become the axis of her body. She was 
shaking furiously, assimilating that cock farther and farther and impaling 
herself wildly.

Clinging to her companion's shoulders, she lifted her buttocks, lowered 
them, lifted them again to an ever-increasing rhythm

Stretched out naked on an animal rug, Jackie was being fucked by a beast 
who was attacking her with the wildness of a stallion. He had to take his 
pleasure and abandon her without pity as his body was plagued by unassuaged
desires.

But other men immediately threw themselves on her.

Again, firm hands outlined all the parts of her panting body. Again, 
magnificent halberds were planted in her cunt.

My sister-in-law even had to submit to the simultaneous assault of two 
wildmen.

One of them, kneeling between her thighs, was valiantly fucking her, 
while the other, kneeling above her face, was giving her an offering of his
prick

There were going to be still other cocks in her cunt, in her mouth, and 
even in her ass

Each of these cocks would take the essence of pleasure from her body. Her
face, her breasts, her abdomen, her thighs, her buttocks, her cunt, and her
ass would be dripping with sperm

Encrusted with come from head to foot was the way I imagined Jackie. If a
year earlier she had been initiated into the delicate pleasures of love, 
she now would know games much more degrading, games in which an 
ever-increasing number of partners would participate.

With my complicity, Uncle Armand was going to draw her inexorably into 
the underworld of vice.

The lucky whore.

PART THREE

DANIELLE

CHAPTER ONE

On a beautiful spring day, two young people were walking up a winding 
path which led into the mountains. The countryside was splendid. On all 
sides the fields, filled with multicolored flowers, vibrated under the hot 
sun.

The afternoon was beautiful under the sparkling sky. They could hear the 
sounds of millions of little creatures in the warm grass. At times a bird 
would let out a little cry then fly into a tree where his famished 
offspring waited.

The young girl, Danielle, with her sixteen years was the living 
incarnation of the celebration of nature. Her nostrils trembled in the 
light wind which brought them the exhalations of thousands of odorous 
flowers.

She moved with a sure step alongside her companion who did not speak but 
who often glanced at her secretly. The naive grace of a child too quickly 
developed contrasted with the solid musculature of the boy of twenty-one 
with whom she loved to take walks.

The young girl was a remarkable beauty. Her fine waist made her hips 
stand out as though they were ready to bear the world. Her chest rose 
rhythmically with each inhalation. Her breasts stood out with perfect 
firmness.

Her body was visible with each step she took, through her little summer 
dress with the bright colored material. Her ass was deliciously outlined. 
Her red lips called not for the simple light kiss of a timid young man but 
the brutal pressure of turgid flesh which would impregnate her with its 
amorous substance.

Danielle came from parents who had spent their entire lives acquiring a 
little farm surrounded by fallow land. She had been brought up under the 
most rigid and absurd principles.

A first-hand education had inculcated such extreme religious convictions 
in her that, feeling remorse for the least little sin, she confessed to a 
priest who served the community.

Her parents, themselves simple farmers, thinking only of the arduous work
of reaping the food necessary to their survival, had been brought up in the
hypocrisy of a dying society. So what else could they teach their daughter 
if not the rigidity of conventional morals! But nature, the universal womb,
the wonderful crucible in which the forms of humanity are chiseled by the 
Great Sculptor, cannot be fooled!

They were still climbing up the path and the countryside was already 
changing. Phillip was devouring his desirable companion with his eyes. For 
a long time his virility had been suffering from not possessing that body 
which would never have willingly been given to him. But this day he had 
sworn to himself that come what may, she would belong to him, no matter 
what or how painful the consequences.

They had reached the foot of a rocky mountain now. A complete silence had
preceded them. There wasn't a living creature in sight. The spot was 
perfect for the fulfillment of his nefarious plans.

Tired out from the walk, they rested in the shade of an old dwarfed tree 
which scarcely covered the place dried up by the solar rays.

Danielle, look at the mountain! Isn't it as though she wanted to crush 
us with her imposing mass! We were so right to profit from this splendid 
day!

She didn't answer, but her eyes, which were softly illuminated by the 
physical ecstasies that she felt in her body, wandered over the deserted 
solitude for a few moments.

They sat down. They instinctively sought one another without really being
aware of it. And could it have been otherwise in a nature where everything 
means love, possession, pleasure?

Stretched out nonchalantly, her hands tucked behind her neck, she looked 
at her companion in whom the desire was rising, rising like a tidal wave.

They kissed. It was customary because they often did so in the course of 
their dates in the village. But this time the pressure was accentuated and 
the young girl guessed that something was going on in her companion's mind.

Suddenly she was afraid, filled with an unreasonable fear which made her 
get up quickly.

Let's go back, she said. I don't feel very well. If we leave now we'll
be able to get back before nighttime.

But she stayed!

Phillip had slowly, cleverly excited the young girl's senses with amorous
words. But soon words were not enough for his long-contained desire. His 
body was burning! He felt shivers running over it, announcing inexpressible
pleasures.

His breathing became irregular, interrupted by languid sighs, and his 
breath ran over the young girl's face like a soft breeze as he caressed her
slowly.

He placed his hand, moist with sweat, on the young girl's knee. She did 
not move, trying to conquer the vague apprehension that obsessed her.

He could make out two nervous thighs hidden under her colorful dress, 
road to the most secret place where animal passion resides.

The young man's eyes were shining, filled with libidinous lights, and his
chest was exhaling a more powerful respiration as his blood accelerated its
rhythm.

His hand became more expert and rose along the thighs which trembled at 
his touch.

Everywhere around them the exhalations rose from the rocks. Malicious 
nature made them hear her distant voice telling them to love each other, to
enjoy themselves, before their youth flew away in the wind of the putrid 
world.

Phillip! Take your hand away! What you're doing is wrong! What if 
someone saw us! said the young girl, who was frightened and yet 
deliciously impregnated with a feeling that left her almost without 
resistance.

Wrong! Who could say where wrong or right lay?

The young man couldn't stop his desire any longer! The prey was offering 
itself to him! He had to take advantage of it before she cracked in the 
wind of human scruples!

He had reached the little red panties that Danielle always wore.

How warm it was there!

A liquid, humid place, half-opened like a barely ripe pomegranate, the 
door to ineffable delights, the den of forbidden passions, the orifice of 
life which called for the masculine virility to complete the immutable laws
of destiny.

Danielle felt her cheeks burning. Her eyes had taken on a hopeless 
languor. She was no longer afraid!

Something that had come from the distant ages stopped the impulse for 
revolt, demanded that she submit to this agreeable necessity, this 
irremissible tearing.

Phillip, whose hand had already crossed the ultimate barriers, caressed 
her abdomen gently, which made her tremble voluptuously! Her thighs had 
been agitated and closed suddenly, then opened slowly as if to savor the 
intrusion that was disturbing their tranquility.

Without imagining the state of passivity she was in, the young girl let 
herself go and experienced an interior feeling of pleasure which dulled all
her faculties. It was like a kind of fascination, a sort of magnetism which
worked on her senses against her mind.

The young man carefully took off the panties. Now she was uncovered. A 
fine down covered her pussy, which was trembling under the caresses.

Her head thrown back on her companion's arm, Danielle had closed her 
eyes, but her lips were pressed against those of the male who was groaning 
with desire.

He had reached the paroxysm of excitation and, noticing the slit bathed 
with liquid between her thighs, he couldn't resist any longer. His 
exacerbated cock stretched irresistibly toward the den of predilection.

Phillip quickly separated the girl's thighs. Then he placed himself on 
the edge of the river of delights, advanced slowly, giving himself time to 
adjust himself.

With one final push, but already feeling herself conquered, Danielle 
tried to force him away. She didn't have time to begin a new attack again. 
The operation was quickly over. Her cunt had been entered.

The young girl let out a piercing cry which reverberated across the 
mountain. She felt like a burning iron was tearing her, penetrating her 
mercilessly.

She was utterly destroyed.

With a strong contraction of her vaginal walls she forced out the member 
which had just filled her with its fecundating semen.

He brought his foraging instrument out with the debris of hymen which 
crowned it bizarrely.

His desire had quickly gone! He felt a wonderful feeling of well-being 
invading him. A state of euphoria seized him and he began to contemplate 
his companion. In the middle of her thighs, a thin stream of blood was 
flowing, drowning her lips in its warm redness!

They were lying silently side by side.

He did up his pants and lit a cigarette.

Twilight came. Darkness was already beginning to cover the top of the 
mountain. Several birds were flying about uttering little cries.

It was time for them to return to the village. Their parents would be 
worried about them.

They got up and looked at each other. They couldn't stop themselves from 
embracing again.

Did I hurt you. Danielle?

Please, let's not talk anymore, Phillip! All this is my fault. Tomorrow 
we'll discuss it! I'm tired! Let's go home! It's almost nighttime.

They went down the winding path with a heavier step, but the song of 
their happiness, the joy of having overcome the prejudices of the world, 
the pleasure or having conquered the laws of the universe, sang in their 
hearts.

Phillip was happy but nonetheless apprehensive about the future, and went
home after having exchanged a final kiss with his companion on the 
threshold of her parents' house, where they were waiting for her, the 
evening meal already having been served.

Danielle immediately pretended to have a headache when she saw her father
and mother so she wouldn't have to see their faces. She went up to her 
room.

Everything seemed changed!

She couldn't seem to recognize anything that was hers among all the 
things cluttering the room of a young girl.

Late that night she fell asleep peacefully with a burning between her 
thighs that had marked her for life. She no longer belonged to the world of
the fortunate, but to that of the damned! Her body had demanded the 
regeneration of her destiny.

The first chapter of her life had just begun and while the heavy 
countryside slept under the starry sky, the young girl clung to a man's 
torso in a dream and accepted him as a deliverance.

A new dawn was about to rise! Desire and love had entered her heart.

CHAPTER TWO

The day following that memorable day there remained of the candid young 
girl only a woman brutally awakened to the mysteries of nature. Danielle 
had for a long time fought against going to the city, as she didn't want to
give in to the request of an aunt who had a little flower shop there. But 
now she suddenly changed her mind.

I'm going! she told her parents. I hope to be able to be of service to
my aunt and perhaps it is better that I knew the city. Perhaps I could find
a job. I'll come back to see you very often!

The father and mother acquiesced. They weren't surprised by her decision.
They themselves had pushed their daughter to this departure. What future 
could she have in the country which was so far from civilization?

She took the bus that linked the village to the city and arrived in the 
evening. Her aunt wasn't expecting her, but Danielle hadn't wanted to send 
word, preferring to leave immediately. Perhaps she was afraid of 
remembering Phillip, who must have been devoting himself to his farming 
duties at the moment.

The next day she had taken over the little store and her aunt, relieved 
of the sales duties, seemed happy to see that her niece was being very 
solicitous of the clients' desires.

The habitual customers who often bought pretty bouquets of flowers but 
who didn't remain for long with the old woman, started to choose more 
carefully from the innumerable flowers that filled the store. Especially 
the old gentlemen who would stop in front of Danielle's expressive face. 
She would smile at them gently, but her eyes would never rest on the 
half-seen silhouette.

It seemed as though a strange dream was obsessing her, like the 
remembrance of a painful past. However, the freshness of her complexion was
like a living portrait in that flowerbed of roses, violets, dahlias, and 
thousands of other flowers each more impregnated with beauty than the 
others.

She seemed insensitive to the mute homages of the men who stayed too long
in her aunt's opinion. But business was going better and her aunt was able 
to raise her salary.

But Danielle wasn't happy. She was seeking the revival of the desire she 
had known so suddenly. Her half-opened body demanded the accomplishment of 
its destiny.

One cannot pick a flower without the petals withering, but when the bud 
is barely open, it demands to be opened more toward the beneficent sun, 
inundated with a salutary dew.

After a day of work the young girl would go home alone to her little room
that her aunt had fixed up. Often she would undress in front of the mirror 
and contemplate her marvelously proportioned body. She caressed her pussy 
lasciviously where the prick had left its indelible imprint. And then, when
she felt shivers running over her, she would try to touch her clitoris with
her finger in order to experience a sensation of pleasure.

She often succeeded in giving herself a brief pleasure, but this left her
unsatisfied and, as she was falling asleep, she would dream of the virile 
member that had penetrated her so deeply.

Several days passed and brought nothing but the idleness of her solitary 
personality. She needed a man!

She felt that she could never again return to her former ignorance. Her 
body demanded something besides the conventional morals and the sugary 
words of the masses!

She wanted to increase the power of her youth, to glory in the pleasures 
of sex.

One evening, during the hour when the amorphous crowds return to their 
places of relaxation to conquer their fatigue, Danielle perfumed herself 
discreetly, dressed elegantly, and went out with a single thought:

She wanted a man. Any man! Anyone she happened to find on the street!

She was suffering from the obsession weighing upon her skin with the 
sweat of love.

Therefore, she went to a dance hall frequented by students who were tired
of the dryness of the absurd courses they were forced to take and tried to 
give themselves a sensual excitation with the young ladies whose eyes were 
ringed by nights of insomnia and vice!

The young girl danced with several men but at the end of the evening she 
was still with a young man with blond hair, a mustache, and fiery eyes. 
They went out into the night arm in arm and walked naturally to the young 
man's apartment.

They did not speak!

They didn't need to understand that their bodies were going to be united.
It was fate that had brought them together and their youth was impatient to
profit from the present circumstances.

Danielle, I feel as though I've always known you. Perhaps I have dreamed
about you! You are the incarnation of my thoughts! You danced so 
gracefully. I was proud to hold you in my arms!

The night was long!

Will you come visit the room I occupy on the sixth floor? Don't be 
afraid, I'll be proper!

I'm not afraid of anything! I like you, but I know how to defend myself!
If I accept, I won't stay long. My aunt will be worried about me!

They went up the stairs that led to the little room where the young 
medical student lived. As soon as they had entered, as if moved by an 
irresistible attraction, they embraced quickly.

The young girl sat down and contemplated her companion. What interested 
her particularly, although she couldn't admit it to herself, was the long 
bed covered by a patchwork quilt.

They couldn't waste a moment!

The room was warm and the light fatigue from the dancing had seemed to 
excite them even more. They found themselves stretched out on the couch. A 
nightlight weakly lighted the scene. The young man grew bolder.

His tongue caressed Danielle's palate as she lay there, conscious of her 
approaching fall. Her dress was gently lifted! Her bronzed thighs appeared.
Her breasts, whose nipples were hardened by repeated caresses, contracted.

The student undressed the young girl who was awaiting her pleasure. Soon 
they were both naked. Two beautiful bodies in heat were united.

Their breaths were perfumed, their smooth skin was glowing. His fingers 
clutching the den of ineffable delights, the young man advanced his shining
virility.

He took her buttocks in one hand and just at the moment when he pushed 
his member between the warm walls of her cunt, he also put his finger into 
his companion's anus as she clung to his torso.

Her lips were sealed to those of her partner. His cock was now deep 
inside her. Then he stopped moving, wanting to make the pleasure last.

The young girl felt the spasm rising in her.

Move a little! I mustn't move!

But I don't know, how, what do you want me to do?

Do it. You'll feel more pleasure and so will I!

Little moans escaped Danielle's lips, then became intermingled with 
panting. She stiffened, feeling the moment rising when pleasure would 
distend her ardent female body.

Several instants later, when she had consented to follow the young man's 
advice, she began agitating her lovely ass. They came together.

They remained welded together in an indestructible embrace.

The ejaculation had been slow and the pleasure more intense!

The young girl had just known a marvelous pleasure. For the first time, 
the feeling of having finally conquered her place in the immense chain of 
those who had preceded her was installed in her radiant body. From now on 
she would be opened to the most luxurious embraces and to nights of 
debauchery and madness!

Was that good for you, Danielle?

Oh, it was magnificent! And I feel so wonderful! Where did you learn to 
make love like that?

A malicious smile uncovered the young man's teeth.

I've lived long enough! I don't have the same prejudices of the masses! 
I know that the psychological functions need to be unchained under pain of 
waste. Scientifically speaking, love is an art and we should seek the 
greatest refinements!

What the moral man calls vices, we call virtues! A little like a 
transmutation of all the values that Nietzsche talked about!

But is the body so beautiful that you cannot invoke anything else?

Always distrust moral men!

But it's hard to talk philosophy for long in the warmth of a bed. They 
fucked again. They disdained the normal position and used the dog fashion
instead. Danielle, who was still ignorant in these matters, obeyed without 
a word.

She felt the hard cock penetrating between her thighs from behind. Her 
hair spread out over her white neck. Her firm, round buttocks contracted 
and, satisfied with this new refinement, the young girl awaited the 
promised and desired pleasure with excitement as the powerful instrument 
foraged inside her.

The young man's hands clung to her breasts while he fucked her with short
little blows, fearing a rapid ejaculation which would have taken part of 
his pleasure away. He took his partner's mouth as she turned her head in 
his direction and told her to agitate her body gently.

I'll tell you when you can move more!

Move a little stop!.. move stop!.. I feel that I'm going to come 
wait! Do you feel your pleasure coming?

Yes, yes, its so good!.. I love you! I love you!

Their bodies trembled and in a sudden spasm the pleasure was announced! 
The female had been fucked!

They were side by side again, but this time they were sleeping 
peacefully. It is useless to fuck and be master of the situation. It is so 
much better to rest and begin again so that each partner is capable of 
orgasm each time and both partners experience the longest pleasure!

Now Danielle had become completely accessible to the passage of erect 
cocks. She would never tire of more and more brutal possessions. She would 
love the seizure by the male as long as she lived.

Subjugated, mastered, feeling the passivity of the female prey to the 
most expansive lusts, Danielle was going to cast herself on the route to 
happiness with a fiery cunt.

Nothing remained of her simple past! A woman was born in the heat of 
passion!

CHAPTER THREE

For the simple little country girl who had known only the rigid 
principles of an antiquated education, the awakening of her senses had been
a revelation like a luminosity she had half-seen on the somber road of her 
childhood.

Nothing of her candid past remained in her heart, which was astonished at
having transgressed against the call of life for so long. The pain 
occasioned by the brutal defloration had decreased, then disappeared 
completely. Her cunt was ready to receive human virility. However, the 
memory of the first night of love haunted her at times.

She had discovered a remarkable sensitivity in herself, a nervousness 
capable of engendering the slightest manifestation of passion.

She desired the male-egotistical, brusque happy with himself, the true 
beast in heat who would fuck her as he would any other female.

And wasn't she also one of those creatures hungry for passion who lives 
in the constant expectation of ever-new sensations? Suddenly her body had 
experienced an exaltation capable of engendering worlds! Danielle had 
passed from a state of innocence to one which so many like her aspire to in
the realm of passion!

Could one say that she experienced a great love for the male who was 
fucking her, or wasn't it purely a physical attraction, her mind yet having
had time to linger over a chosen predilection?

We cannot for a single instant doubt that the young girl had suddenly had
an unexpected revelation, like a veil which covered her nudity and which, 
torn, was going to make the forms of her youth disappear.

She had fallen into a sensual obsession now which no longer left her time
to devote herself to anything else. She had discovered man in the full 
possession of his genetic instincts. For her, it was like an attraction 
that she felt in all the pores of her skin.

Man! The animal in heat! The beast of passion!

Nothing could stop her body from giving itself in the most lascivious 
embraces. And isn't it intended that the two sexes have the right, if not 
the duty, to incorporate one another, to transmit their seeds? Who could 
forbid nature this most powerful of all instincts, that which everyone 
possesses?

The young girl had acquired the fullness of her form. Her hips had 
rounded out, her breasts now had that firmness which hardened even more 
when her nipples were excited by a caress.

Her sensual lips half-opened slowly as if to breathe the vivifying breath
which was exhaled from Cupid's mouth, and her firm, muscular buttocks had 
that consistency which made them contract in slow agony when an avid hand 
caressed them, awaiting the moment when her entire body would vibrate.

Danielle understood the expansiveness of her destiny! Nothing frightened 
her now.

Her cunt, opened now to all pleasures, to all the most agreeable vices, 
was going to give itself to the vagabond lusts of men who wanted to prolong
their existence by transmitting the flow of their vitality to their 
partner.

And she was a woman! In every meaning of the word. In her heart, her 
senses, in everything which made her desirable.

The medical student didn't remain the preferred man for long. She desired
a change from time to time, for the fun of seeing whether others were as 
solidly built.

One evening, therefore, a little while after she had savored her first 
night of love, she met another student at a fair. He was short, vigorous, 
with a libidinous expression, one of those men to whom one shouldn't 
promise much without giving anything.

They danced to the sounds of an orchestra playing romantic music. Then, 
at about two a.m., they found themselves in a room not far from where the 
young man had taken his entrance exams.

The night is short for two people who know how precious each minute is. 
So, wishing to profit from the few hours they had been given, they 
immediately put themselves in a state to satisfy the most violent passions.

In the room a disturbing quiet had settled, interrupted at moments by 
irregular breathing. It seemed like a remote place, far from the world that
existed several yards beyond, far from human hypocrisy as in former times 
when, unfettered by innumerable superstitions, men embraced women and heard
their cries of pleasure.

Two naked bodies awaiting the accomplishment of the divine instinct

Oh beneficent Gods! You guide them with your lights, smiling at this 
couplement; you agitate their bodies, you inspire the most delicious 
methods so that they will hear the advice that you once dictated to their 
ancestors!

Their trembling lips are sealed indestructibly; their breaths mingle; 
their hands cling to each other and their bodies tremble. A slow sweating 
begins to form over their skin. A flush of blood rises within them, and 
their swollen veins explode to the summit of the desire which shakes them!

There is nothing human about them now. They are two animals making love. 
The man and woman have disappeared.

They stretch out, and in the silence broken only by the tick-tock of a 
clock on the night-table she takes the warm, soft member between her lips 
and, like a dog licking her male, she sucks him passionately!

Oh ineffable moment! Immortal instant!

They scratch each other, overcome by a sudden sensation of lust. She 
moves her mouth slowly back and forth over his prick and he presses himself
against her, moaning with pleasure.

Suddenly he comes. She feels a humid dew invading her mouth, as if she 
had swallowed a cocktail of well-beaten fresh eggs! At first she is 
disgusted and looks angrily at the lover who has just tricked her.

He stretches out and puts his arm around his companion's neck, smiling 
gently.

I don't like that! she says. I didn't know you would go that far or I 
would have stopped you!

There, there, sweetheart! You're not going to make a scene over an 
accident, are you? You were doing it so well that I just lost control and 
closed my eyes

Enough! I know what I'm saying. You're a bastard! Don't think you can 
talk me out of it!

They are silent now, however their bodies still need a more complete 
pleasure.

The night passes slowly. He smokes many cigarettes. Danielle refuses all 
other positions, pretending that she is disgusted and tired. But when the 
first rays penetrate the little window blind, the sun finds them cuddled 
against one another and ready to begin a more sensual activity.

These two young, passionately interlaced bodies, demanding only the 
pleasure necessary to their existence, awaken gently, fatigued by the 
hyperexcitability which had carried them to the culminating point of their 
passion.

The young girl turns toward her companion and contemplates him for a long
time before he awakens, scrutinizing the face of a man who had deceived her
at the beginning of their union.

However a smile uncovers her lips when she remembers the caresses she 
could use on other men. Wasn't she being altruistic with her need for 
development? This sap which was circulating through her body was saturating
her with a beneficial wave.

The fair dawn was inundating the surrounding countryside and placing 
pearls of mist on the people awakening to the breath of morning.

Danielle and her companion pressed themselves against one another. No one
had the right to reproach them for anything.

An unavoidable destiny had made them and although they felt a kind of 
nostalgia for the past, they owed themselves the sacrifice necessary to the
accomplishment of their physiological functions.

Nature had whispered to them like a mother whose goal is to save her 
children; the voice of the distant past.

How many people are like this in life, ignoring the lying world? How many
wish to profit from every passing moment!

Perhaps the young girl felt a certain bitterness against the man who had 
tamed her, because she discovered the passivity of her femininity. But in 
the depths of her intimate being the sensations experienced permitted her 
to feel the plenitude of her human ways.

The room was lit now by the first solar rays with that grandiose glow of 
a room in which young marrieds have passed their first night.

Everything reawakened the sweet passion of the past hours, the long 
kisses on bodies thirsting for tenderness.

And more than that, more than these renewed sensations, there was in 
their insatiable bodies the certitude that the sap which was circulating 
would be maintained with all its vigor as the excitations were transmitted 
to all the unknown parts of their human structure.

He stretched out and, holding his erect cock firmly, victoriously in his 
hand, he squeezed his companion against him and placed her delicately on 
this improvised chair.

She separated her warm, trembling thighs and put her nervous arms around 
the man who desired her.

Her hair fell in an indescribable mass over the man's face. He caressed 
her buttocks which were held out in a delicious contraction, and thus with 
her on top and him on the bottom, they remained immobile for several 
minutes.

They no longer were aware of things around them. Everything had 
disappeared, had been blurred in a vaporous mist. An opaque fog enveloped 
everything which was not part of their individuality.

Yet, the position they had taken made them desire still more intimate 
pleasures. Their joined bodies, riveted to one another by the irresistible 
attraction of their hungry flesh, demanded something besides this 
enervating waiting.

Danielle was dying of love. Her cunt, widely opened, penetrated, feeling 
that firm body caressing her pleasantly, began to move faster and faster.

She was already coming and the vaginal walls impregnated suddenly by the 
male seed were irradiated with pleasure. They loosened their embrace. Their
bodies had been satisfied and their veins, in which a more active blood was
circulating, regained their normal rhythm.

The two lovers rested in each other's arms.

The sun had already made its appearance and as soon as it was day, they 
left each other knowing that their ephemeral meeting would have no sequel. 
They began their activities again, each needing to drown themselves in the 
inanity of things.

Danielle's aunt saw her niece the next morning laughing, cheerful, with 
tiny circles under her eyes.

But the flowers were still exhaling their intoxicating perfumes and that 
rose, plucked despite her youth, having opened her corolla too soon to the 
sting of the nocturnal butterflies, smiled at the desire of the conquerers 
who, guessing at her lewdness behind an angelic attitude, calculated the 
refined pleasures that the girl might give them.

A tiny part of her existence had just been closed. Having come to know 
the insatiability of the human sexual instinct, the young girl was going to
continue to desire different sensations eternally.

Her expression became ecstatic as she contemplated her nudity which was 
so capable of exciting the most demanding men.

CHAPTER FOUR

Strange ideas ran through Danielle's mind.

Nature had taken back one of her followers. She told her:

Enjoy before everything, before going to join those who have preceded 
you!

And Danielle listened to this voice which spoke through the mouths of her
lovers.

Her body needed to be caressed. Her warm flesh could not live under the 
hypocrisy of those people who had tried to teach her the precepts of a 
brutal moral code.

She needed pleasure!

But living to her signified the abandonment of all prejudices, of all 
servitude, of all laws. She was the insatiable woman, the pit of passion.

Her work left her indecisive. What time she lost selling flowers that 
didn't belong to her.

Her aunt was a cross old woman who had known only the amorphous life of 
her peers and was now falling more and more into an aberrant mysticism. She
could be of no help to the girl.

Danielle went out very often now, no longer wishing to deny a joy that 
was necessary to her awakened personality.

In the suburbs where her aunt lived, she often heard music from the local
dance hall which left her dreamy and happy. From the window in her room she
saw the couples passing by arm in arm, kissing each other, squeezing one 
another, laughing at the expression on the face of a young lady from a good
family who let her whole body stifle under the scruples of an ignorant 
mother.

Several days after meeting the second student, who had taught her 
fellatio, and whom she had found disgusting for having dared to fill her 
mouth with his male sap, she understood that her place was among all those 
sluts.

She often saw them passing by with their innocent expressions, their 
affected ways momentarily removed by the light and exciting music which was
calling them with every note.

She dressed herself in a short sheath that made her buttocks stick out 
and was tight in the bust, letting her appetizing breasts point through the
material. Then she went out to meet the unknown at the ballroom, with its 
odors of sweat, its disgusting heat, mingled with the stale smell of musk 
and semen.

As soon as she entered the stifling atmosphere, she adopted her 
conquering smile and her thighs moved firmly with the desire for pleasure.

She accepted the invitation of a tall, ungainly fellow who leered at the 
young girl with the circles under her eyes. They danced without stopping 
and Danielle took great pleasure in that suspicious dance hall which had an
odor of tearful virility, that is, cocks needing grottos in which to bury 
their twisted branches. She laughed in the arms of her handsome Joe, and 
her laugh dissolved like a summer wind singing in the branches.

The notes of a nostalgic accordion made them tremble and when their hands
met, their eyes that were tired and full of lust exchanged a glance charged
with intense desire. Joe looked at the prey that was offered to his 
pleasure.

Around five in the morning, the ball ended and they left together. They 
exchanged a few unimportant words then suddenly the man asked:

Do you like me?

Certainly! If not, I don't think I would have danced with you all night.
What's your name?

Joe. At your service! And yours?

Danielle!

Pretty name. Your parents must have been certain you would be beautiful 
to give you such a name. But I hope that such a sweet, angelic name does 
not mean it is impossible for you to serve the one who has been shivering 
in the gloom of creation since the dawn of time.

Are you talking about that God who is called the Devil? But I don't 
believe in him any longer and you certainly don't!

Why no, little girl, no one believes in those ancient phantoms anymore!

They were silent.

With his arm around the young girl's waist, Joe let himself be bathed in 
that latent possession he felt returning to him. A man like him does not 
concern himself with prejudices and even less with those scruples which 
stop the timid individual from the search after a new sensation.

They walked this way in the night that surrounded them for a long while. 
At times, a few meows announced that the nocturnal animals themselves were 
making love and being united following nature's immutable laws. They 
stopped in front of a small hotel where a red lantern indicated that this 
was the place Joe was taking his companion.

I'm not going to bother flirting with you, Danielle. I know that you're 
not a little girl anymore. If we like each other, then there's nothing 
wrong with wanting to sleep together!

The young girl couldn't blush any longer. Her cunt had longed for a man 
for too long for her to be indignant over a brutal proposition. But it was 
also the waiting for pleasure, the certitude that the man would give her a 
little of himself that made her look at the male without fear.

They entered the hotel and with their arms around each other, not 
speaking, wishing to avoid useless words, they went up the stairs that led 
to a little room where the young man took the victims of his virility.

Why bother describing what each of us has felt undressing a beautiful 
woman ready to open herself to the most base passions, knowing in advance 
that her cunt has found the juice necessary to its penetration.

No! We must add something to better understand the scene which is going 
to follow, a scene whose ramifications are going to influence the young 
girl's entire existence.

Danielle, like many of her peers, although having alternated the amorous 
positions, hadn't gone beyond the normal ways. That is, since her cunt was 
always bathed with liquid, she had not known anything besides ordinary 
love.

But Joe, who was free of social conscience, had lived long enough to see 
everything in its correct guise. He had studied the book by Remy de 
Gourmont, The Art of Love, which develops a thesis, subject to caution, 
certainly, but which is worthy of experimentation on a child who is still 
astonished by the mysteries of life.

The room was small with only a wood bed, two tattered chairs, and the 
odor of poor food. The walls were sweating under the humidity and the torn 
paper was hanging lamentably, revealing traces of lime and smoke.

Everything in the room reflected the area, the somber place where young 
men, fortunate enough to be loved, possessed women of the suburbs with 
faces paled by nights of work.

They stretched out on the dirty, disgusting covers, but for them nothing 
existed any longer.

Their warm blood circulated in their bodies and shivers of passion ran 
through them.

Danielle, don't think that I'm more disgusting than the others, but I 
know life!

What are two lovers in the night when they have loved one another? Is 
there a reproachful expression that follows them from afar? Is there 
something that is foreign to them? No! Two beings released from the 
amorphous, indifferent crowd, must give themselves all the existing 
sensations.

Nothing can soil a man and woman who want each other.

But you have lived, Danielle, you have lived! So have I! We know that 
the body is sacred and that no one in the world can say the contrary.

Yes, Joe! But there is still a kind of little girl modesty in me just as
I experienced so long ago. And then, do you really believe in the 
sincerity, the attraction of two sexes?

What you say might be true! But why not profit from the time that nature
has given us?

Nothing prevents us from loving one another freely!

You see, Danielle, if we hesitate to live a pleasant moment under the 
fallacious pretext that morals forbid it, the days will pass without 
bringing us anything besides the idleness of an unsatisfied personality!

As they were speaking, they had moved closer and closer and their young, 
ardent bodies attracted each other and were moved by the irresistible 
desire to be mingled in a single block of warm flesh.

What attracted Joe the most since he had held that pretty child in his 
arms, as he caressed her abdomen which was emitting delicious shivers, was 
the fleshy and firm mass of her buttocks which were forming a little hump 
under her dress.

Uncovered on the bed, stretching its little muscles, the excited ass took
on strange proportions. Joe caressed the surroundings which squeezed back 
when he tried to gently push his finger into the trembling flesh which was 
unaccustomed to this new shamelessness.

However, a delicious shiver ran over the young girl's spine. She felt 
that explorative finger seeking the sensitive place of her femininity.

No! Joe!.. leave me alone! I've never been touched there. I won't submit
to that!

Oh, Danielle! Let's stop believing in those ridiculous conventions! 
Everything can be done between two people who love each other! Don't you 
see that an even more intense pleasure awaits you? Listen: I remember 
something I read once. The author was talking about the itching of the anal
parts. Incontestably it is our civilized prejudices which stop us in what 
is commonly called a vice!

You don't want to be caressed alright! But have you already been 
deflowered in that part?

What? Is there another virginity besides the normal one?

Why yes, my dear, and I might add that it's the best form of 
contraception! With that, there's nothing to fear! Not only will we feel 
more pleasure, but you'll be certain never to become pregnant and thus you 
can live as you please without the fear of unwanted pregnancy!

But I'm afraid, Joe! Will it hurt very much?

A little, of course! But you'll get used to it and then it will be an 
obsession! You won't be able to do without it! You'll always want to be 
possessed that way. Your senses will vibrate completely and the marvelous 
adventure will continue eternally!

Do you really believe that such a brief pain should stop you when we 
might give ourselves all the sensations that our bodies demand? Come on, 
turn over!

So saying, his eyes filled with lascivious beams. His cock, all warm, 
stood up in a trajectory known in advance. He took the blonde child's 
charming buttocks in his hands and turned her over on her stomach. She had 
stopped talking. What good would it do?

In the state she was in, desiring to know everything that exists, nothing
could have prevented her from showing a great impatience for this bizarre 
desire.

Joe brought his cock closer to the admirable ass which was offered to his
sight. What a charming body!

The hair that was as blonde as the sun, with its curls which the male 
breath was making vibrate, detached themselves from the whiteness of the 
back. The dorsal curvature formed an enchanting slope and bent, rocked by 
the girl's shaky respiration.

Danielle, her arms lifted over her head, awaited this new revelation with
the curiosity of a child who has been promised a greatly desired toy! This 
intimate place was going to be perforated by a male organ and yet the young
woman had the certitude that she would gain beneficent knowledge from it.

He was ready now for this delicate and sensitive operation. Placing 
himself against that mass of tender flesh which was contracting hopelessly 
in expectation of the unknown, he brought his prick close to the hidden 
wall and stopped in order to excite his instrument more and more.

She didn't move.

He took the little lips in his left hand and made a coming-and-going 
movement in order to decrease the pain occasioned by the rectal 
defloration, delicately caressing the little red button which was getting
harder and harder.

She was starting to feel an intense pleasure.

But before she could reach a climax, Joe inserted his member into her 
anus with a single blow, bathing it in the ingredient that was surrounding 
it so that such a narrow passage wouldn't be torn.

She didn't even let out a cry! But, feeling the sword opening a passage 
in her body, she buried her face in the pillow and bit it wildly. Tears ran
down her cheeks then moistened the covers which accepted this liquid with 
indifference, having already been accustomed to such gestures.

This profaning of her intimate place had been done with all the skill of 
a master.

The man, having had a very brief pleasure, withdrew immediately.

Oh! It hurts! It hurts so much!

But darling, it's absolutely necessary for you to suffer at the 
beginning to feel a more considerable pleasure!

I don't know if I'll ever do it again! Oh! No!.. it hurt too much! 
Anyway, I could never like it!

But you can! You'll see! A smoker of opium can't do without his 
pleasure! He demands it again, knowing quite well that he is signing a 
condemnation. And why can't we give ourselves what possesses us?

Shall we ask the opinion of ignorants who live without permitting 
themselves a perverse luxury? Believe me! The more we make love that way, 
the more certain we will be that we love each other!

Danielle got up and went to the bathroom. A thin stream of cool water 
running over her sore parts made her feel much better.

The man, having dried his cock, put it away again, proud of his success 
and awaiting other excitements as he let it hang lamentably between his 
legs.

They lay down again, each following their own thoughts. Although they 
were posing questions about this stupid life which is so senseless, they 
could only find answers by abandoning themselves to the pleasures of their 
senses. They fucked.

The next day, the cycle followed its course. She returned, tired, to sell
her flowers. He went back to his more or less shady business.

They had sworn to see each other again to try and give each other new 
sensations.

Two days later, they met again.

The room was still the same. But Joe had embellished it. For the occasion
he had brought a phonograph and several records.

Danielle kissed him immediately, but when she pressed her lips to Joe's 
they seemed to be begging for something other than their recent position 
which was still not to their liking.

Would you like to dance, dear?

Oh, yes! That's a good idea!

But naked!.. take off your blouse and let me see your breasts! Oh, what 
beautiful buttocks! You really have a splendid ass!

It's yours, you know! I know that I have some attraction for your dirty 
body!

Oh, my dirty body! When its perfumed, it smells as good as yours!

They both laughed and hugged each other passionately.

Caress me, Joe implored. I love your little hand touching me!

He put a record on the phonograph, one of those tangoes made specially 
for dance halls where men and women excite themselves as much as possible 
before stretching out on a couch and making love.

They put their arms around each other and, completely naked in the little
room that was dimly lit by a diffuse lamp, they began to let themselves 
drift into an amorous nostalgia.

Soothed by the music, feeling their bodies growing warm, they made their 
pleasure last. It was an artistic position that they appreciated 
particularly. They could no longer escape it now.

Their lips joined in a mutual shiver. Their legs entwined. His cock 
slipped into her moist hole. They slid gently over the floor, taking care 
to moderate their steps to avoid a rapid discharge.

When the record ended they were still molded together, and they fell onto
the bed. And the game that had started to the sounds of a languorous tango 
ended with a lusty fuck. Feeling their strength decrease as time passed, 
they clung to each other gently and fell asleep.

Two o'clock in the morning found them with circles under their eyes, 
tired out from a love that was ready to begin again. They still needed to 
know each other better.

I'm going to take you like the first time, Danielle. Don't cry! I won't 
hurt you! I want you to feel a more intense pleasure than with the normal 
position, and I must admit that I like this way better!

You really do, Joe? I suffered so much! Promise me that you'll be 
careful so it won't hurt so much!

I promise Come on! Give me your ass, darling! Turn around!

She turned over.

He used the same procedure as the first time but waited longer before 
parting her flesh. It didn't hurt her as much but as soon as she felt that 
hard cock penetrating her, she contracted her ass and Joe realized that she
had just reached the point where the pleasure had become agreeable.

Oh! I came! Joe! I came! Don t move! Stay like that! Don't move!

He was happy and began exciting the fleshy part in front of her to push 
his cock into the narrow passage of her anus even more.

Danielle felt the intensity of this pleasure which was different from all
others. She no longer felt the prejudices of her youth. She went into a new
kind of existence, abandoning forever the tearful past of her predecessors.

Her cunt, her body, her breasts, became the marvelous machine, the 
splendid instrument which was to serve her passing fancies. And when she 
had left the male, she took with her all the intensity of her pleasure. She
had only one thought now:

Pleasure before everything!

CHAPTER FIVE

Now she had reached the borders of the most agreeable vices.

Her body which had been taken in every way had outstripped the passion of
an ignorant youth. Oh! How far away were her days in her native village!

And now she had left her aunt's home as well. The last day she had sold 
flowers, she had an argument with the old woman.

Aunt, I'm going to leave you! I know how good you've been to me! But I 
need to live as I please

You'll be like all those useless girls! You, the child whom your parents
entrusted to me!

Don't worry! I'll be serious and visit you often!

The aunt had come over to the young girl and, looking her straight in the
eyes, added:

Who knows you in the city?

No one, I assure you! I need to live alone and

She never had a chance to finish.

Danielle, I know that you don't have too much money. I've never had a 
daughter. I can give you the small savings I've collected, but I warn you, 
don't spend it foolishly!

Come on, aunt, we'll see each other again! I thank you for your offer. 
Kiss me!

And, squeezing the old woman between her strong arms, she sensed a faint 
odor of the flower shop penetrating her, choking her beautiful, ardent 
nature.

An old woman has the faint odor of food, of musk, and the humors which 
her foolishness haven't dared to lose.

Danielle rented a little apartment on the sixth floor of a building 
situated on a popular street. Its interior was pleasantly furnished, filled
with useless things that were so popular among young women.

Since her arrival in the city, she had met many interesting people. What 
did she hope to get from all these people, stupid bipeds who imagine that 
they are different from the other animals? There is nothing special about 
them, except that piece of cartilage surrounded by flesh which hardens for 
intromission.

Oh, poor fools! Invisible ghosts who pass through life cheating your 
inaccessible desires! How the thinker who judges you such as you are-as 
animals-pities you!

Danielle saw Joe from time to time, but their meetings became fewer and 
the woman realized more and more that the man would not appease her 
desires. She had to let the days fly by and not regret a moment of the 
past.

One evening, therefore, when she was getting ready to go to his 
apartment, she felt a strange presence beside her. Turning around, she saw 
an attractive old man, the crease in his pants impeccable, his body still 
tall and straight, advancing toward her.

Her first impulse when she saw the hideous male face in agony was to 
immediately leave without saying a word. However the man spoke before she 
had a chance:

Excuse me, miss, but I already had the opportunity of meeting you when 
you sold flowers.

She snapped back:

Who are you? What a way to approach a young lady!

The old man was silent but then regained his courage.

I know that it isn't very polite, but I saw you and I thought you might 
permit me to

Yes, I understand! You think I'm one of those girls who can be 
approached by anyone.

No! No! I know that you're serious, but I thought we might become 
friendly.

She softened somewhat and looked at the man with an amused smile. Now she
remembered his face. The old man often came to the store and he always gave
her a banal compliment as he was paying for his purchase.

Oh! I recognize you! You were one of my aunt's clients, weren't you?

The man seemed happy to have finally been recognized.

Yes, that's right! Your aunt is a charming lady! Don't you live with her
anymore?

No! I like to be alone! I rented a very nice apartment. Good-day, sir.

She held out her hand but he didn't dare to take it.

His white beard was shaking and his little eyes sunk obliquely into their
orbits, resembling those of pigs.

Like many old people married to someone their own age, Mr. Edward Dupont,
accountant for thirty years, had only had passing adventures in his life 
and the dream he experienced without being aware of it, had faded in the 
distance.

What could the fat Mrs. Dupont bring him with her formidable obesity, her
flabby thighs, her flat chest that descended to her navel, and the hairs 
that darkened her senile chin?

Nevertheless, he took the hand that the young girl offered him now and 
whispered, fearing a refusal:

Are you free tomorrow? I would love to get to know you better!

She didn't answer immediately.

She looked at the old man and she didn't have to be psychic to guess that
the accountant wanted to make love to her!

Perhaps! But what will we do?

Oh, we'll take a walk. We'll have plenty of time.

All right. I accept. But I'll feel as though my grandfather is walking 
beside me!

And she burst into a big open laugh that made the desire rise in the old 
man. Edward couldn't stand still any longer. He put his hand into his pants
pocket and, without her seeing it, he caressed his prick through the 
material that was specially cut for this purpose.

Then he left Danielle, who went back to her apartment.

The lascivious rascal was happy! Although he had had many girls 
throughout the city, he had never been attached to any of them. But this 
young girl, with the majestic body which was outlined at the slightest 
movement, tempted his pitiful senility!

He promised himself the most beautiful fuck of his career as a lover.

Did you get a raise? his wife asked when she saw him waltzing through 
the door.

No, my big nanny, but I had an idea for a little gift that would please 
you and you know how happy I am to be home with you!

Come here. I'm going to give you a kiss. You deserve it since you 
thought of me, said the old woman with a smile that uncovered her yellow 
teeth.

He grimaced and said:

Oh, at your age. What are you thinking!

The two old people embraced clumsily and if the huge Dupont hadn't been 
so heavy and out of breath, perhaps she would have opened her decrepit 
rotundities to humor the man.

The next day, Danielle arrived slightly late and saw her suitor sitting 
on a bench. He got up and squeezed her hands effusively.

Where are we going?

I thought that a walk would stimulate our appetites. Then a little 
dinner in an inn that I know.

And then? the young girl added maliciously.

Then! Then! he could only answer, we'll see!

After all, thought Danielle, the old man is still sturdy! He has money
and if he wants me to give him my ass, he'll have to pay the price. Anyway,
it's quite obvious what he wants. And it might be amusing to be fucked by 
someone his age. I'll have to hold his cock for fear that it would grow 
soft again from the heat of passion! Poor man! He has an obese wife who 
doesn't satisfy him anymore and the old bastard sees himself as a Don Juan 
with young girls!

Edward, lost in the thought of the desired event, let himself be soothed 
by the sweet intoxication of evening. Feeling his desirable companion 
walking by his side, breathing a subtle perfume that came from the woman's 
body, the old man was overcome by dreams of youth. He had the impression 
that he had returned to the time of his adolescence. And the night that 
covered the city with its gloomy cloak was like a luminescence to the old 
man.

He was ashamed of having become what he was: an old, tired libertine, 
used up by debauchery and interminable orgies.

What seemed especially wonderful to him on this evening when his strength
was revivified by the scents that saturated the atmosphere, was to remember
the first day he had met his wife.

But forty years ago she had been pretty, just like Danielle, and if

He stopped dreaming.

The page of the book of life was closed and nothing could reopen it. He 
dared to put his arm under the young girl's and she did not protest.

They gradually moved closer. The night made them feel young and strong.

It was no longer the old man with the wrinkled face and the body filled 
with desire, nor Danielle with an already soiled past.

No! Two bodies were attracting one another! An unknown wave magnetized 
them.

The dinner at the inn was shortened by a common incident. The young girl 
felt ill and wanted to go home. Naturally, Edward Dupont accompanied her.

She thanked him and was going to send him away when he implored:

One small moment! Just a little moment! I swear that I'll leave then!

She didn't insist and let him enter her apartment.

Tired and nervous, she stretched out on the bed and asked him for a glass
of water with an aspirin.

Well, murmured the old man, here I had promised an exciting evening 
and the poor child is ill! I hope this doesn't last!

He brought the medicine and carried it to the bed. She sat up and thanked
him.

Be nice, papa, and maybe I'll give you a little kiss!

He watched her drinking the water. He was dying of love.

Sitting on an armchair, he crossed and uncrossed his legs, excited to the
highest degree.

When you've finished shaking like an eel, perhaps you'll put out the 
light and turn on this little nightlamp.

As he stumbled around looking for it, she pointed to it on the 
nighttable.

Don't be so nervous and stop trembling or you'll break it!

The old man executed the beautiful child's orders and came over to her. 
He sat down very carefully on the edge of the bed.

The room had taken on an intimate appearance. Several chairs projected 
their shadows in the corners and the window with the drawn curtains was 
drowned in opacity.

Undo my dress. I don't feel comfortable.

He didn't have to be told twice, but he was so clumsy that he tore it a 
little.

Oh, that's just great! If you continue like this, I'll see you to the 
door, grandfather!

She liked lashing at him with words that recalled his age, but he was as 
docile as a child and accepted everything.

His fingers clung to the young woman as he undressed her scented body and
the bestial desire of his senility began to rise, supplanting his 
reasonable faculties.

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!

CHAPTER SIX

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.

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.

Then, sensing this beatitude in the little girl, Danielle put her amorous
tongue between the warm lips and withdrew it immediately, then returned it 
again, all impregnated with saliva.

Try to copy me, Annie! Isn't this kissing marvelous?

The young maid was choking with that tongue obstructing her palate, but 
she wanted to follow the older girl's example and she gently mingled her 
tongue with the other's.

I'm going to undress you, Annie! That way we'll feel cooler and you'll 
see how good it will feel.

And with precise movements, she slowly unbuttoned the girl's dress and 
placed one of her hands on a firm and round breast. It contracted nervously
at the contact and its circumference increased even more.

The initiate of Sappho manipulated the rosy tip which stiffened, and 
suddenly a flush of blood reddened the young girl's face which was pressed 
with confidence against Danielle's avid mouth.

Then the other hand slid toward the silky place and caressed her abdomen,
which seemed to be trying to open in order to quench the lesbian's thirst.

The two companion's changed position so that they were now lying one at 
the head, the other at the foot of the bed. Sensing the scene that was 
going to follow, Annie separated her legs when she felt a pleasant 
sensation run through her intimate place.

These two bodies stretched out in a voluptuous pose had no need for a 
masculine cock to carry them to the kingdom of assuaged desires. At this 
moment they seemed to be in full control of their instincts. Annie was no 
longer afraid.

Not only did she cling to the other woman's white chest with all her 
strength, but now it was she who wanted to play this new game, she who was 
scraping the woman's breasts with the tip of her long tongue.

They were both acting as if the knowledge of their cunts had never amused
them before. Their bodies were now saturated with an aromatic vapor, 
mingled with the scent of the multicolored bouquets, and it gave them an 
indescribable intoxication.

Suddenly making a considerable effort to stiffen their muscles, the two 
bodies grew taut for a few seconds as they each experienced the final 
spasm, then fell back on the bed with a dull sound.

For all your airs of a little saint, you're quite a whore, Annie! You 
were quick to understand where pleasure comes from. Well, are you happy 
with your new friend? You made me feel a marvelous sensation, do you 
understand? Marvelous!

The child didn't answer as she regained her breath, but her hand 
imprisoned the young woman's alabaster globe and her head, which had grown 
heavy with fatigue, nuzzled against her shoulder.

She closed her eyes and fell asleep. The night descended over the city 
with its mysterious cloak.

CHAPTER SEVEN

Since the revelation of her sexual destiny, Danielle had sought 
sensations that were more and more unusual.

What had these aberrant vices brought her which threw her into the arms 
of young men, an old libertine, and on the thirsty body of a 
fifteen-year-old virgin whom she had initiated into the Sapphic passions? 
Nothing except the inextinguishable thirst of her cunt which demanded the 
unknown to satisfy it.

In her apartment where she received old Edward, who fucked her with all 
the skill of an old libertine overwhelmed by those gaping cavities into 
which he plunged his wrinkled cock, she began to dream of sunlit days in 
charming countries where she might have been able to live and love the 
beauty of life.

One evening she was so sad, so alone, having realized the uselessness of 
her existence, that moved by an irresistible desire to search for something
she needed, she went out, wrapped up in warm clothes.

The air was cool and she wandered aimlessly through unknown streets, 
marching straight ahead, lost in morose thoughts. A dense fog obscured her 
view. At times, other pedestrians brushed past her, wondering where this 
solitary young woman could be going.

She was still walking, but with a hopeless lowness, without imagining 
where this nocturnal walk could be leading her.

The city in its night cloak dulled every noise, and even though the 
humans huddled in their houses were performing their eternally identical 
occupations, there were still people here and there like herself, alone and
without a goal, going towards the unknown in the darkness of the passing 
hours.

Danielle came out on a little square and there she saw a man's 
silhouette. He seemed to be waiting by a streetlamp. He was smoking a 
cigarette. As soon as he noticed the walker in the fog, he called her 
gently with a warm inflection in his voice that made the young woman stop.

She wanted to put on an act so she took a hanky out of her purse. A brief
sound broke the silence of the street then stopped immediately. She had 
just blown her nose!

The man advanced and was soon in front of the woman.

Oh, miss! Are you looking for something? You seem lost here! Can I be of
any assistance?

And, since she didn't answer, he added:

It seems funny to you to be approached by a stranger, doesn't it? 
Perhaps your mother is looking for you somewhere?

Irritated by his humorous tone, Danielle moved closer.

You're impertinent, sir! Do you think I need a nurse?

I like this better! I was thinking that a young woman wandering in the 
night must know what existence is. May I accompany you?

No! Don't say anything! We're going in the same direction!

They walked together. She looked at the man who was walking at her side 
and smiled to herself, thinking: Well! One of those excited males in quest 
of good fortune! But he'll be just like the others. A few blows, panting, a
spasm that will overcome both of us yes, and afterward?

But it was simple:

Undressing, dressing, water, soap, the see you, dear! the it was good,
wasn't it, and then the if only I had known you sooner, with a little 
regret that quickly passed, and always the same cunt opening, the 
receptacle that would receive the human seed.

That was all! Little satisfaction to people who desire something more!

Sometimes you have to know how to be content with a little. That's what 
these two people were thinking to themselves, people who had not known each
other a quarter hour earlier and who were thinking only of the logical 
outcome of their meeting.

The narrator has great difficulty at times not repeating himself and 
trying the reader's patience. Wouldn't it be better when one is writing a 
novel to begin it and finish it something like this:

They met, embraced, undressed, fucked, came, dressed, parted, and The 
End!

The action would pass quickly and we would know immediately if the hero 
was a man or a mouse!

But, to return to our two walkers who were studying each other, we follow
them step by step to their destiny!

Danielle still had her physical obsession, but this was beginning to be 
dulled, especially since her cunt no longer contracted, having been opened 
now by the passage of so many pricks.

My name is Patrick everyone will tell you that I am very gentle with 
women. I'm sure we'll understand each other very well. What's your name?

Danielle!

Tell me, Danielle, what would your reaction be if I offered to take you 
home with me?

With you? But I don't know you! What do you take me for?

Listen! When a woman is walking like you all alone in the evening, you 
don't have to be a genius to guess what she's after! Stop lying, will you!

I'm not going to play the prude with you! Let's go to your house! I 
accept. But I won't stay late.

Oh, who's waiting for you? A husband? Children?

No! No one is waiting for me! But I have a date with my double! You 
understand? I need to know myself, to know whether I still have the right 
to live like others, to hope for happiness, to

You tell me this, but that isn't what I proposed! I'm not a consoler!

Forgive me! I was talking to you the way I often do when I'm alone!

They continued their walk in the night. The man, already assured of his 
possession, had taken the young woman's arm. She said nothing.

She was simply trying to get excited, to imagine her thighs opened, with 
this other body on her warm body, weighing on her and desiring her.

She thought of that hard cock which would push brutally between her cunt 
walls and which she would feel deep inside her like a flag planted on 
foreign ground!

She thought that her body was going to be caressed, that her breasts 
would stiffen, that her belly would feel the trembling of pleasure and 
then, what excited her to the highest degree, was the memory of that warm 
liquid that would suddenly flow and which would inundate her completely!

They stood in front of a building whose disturbing silence penetrated 
them with its mystery.

They entered without making any noise, because he whispered:

It's the owner, she sleeps poorly. The tiniest noise wakes her up.

They went up the stairs that led to Patrick's little room. As soon as he 
was inside, the man put his arm around the girl's waist and kissed her 
passionately on the chest!

She moaned with joy and let herself fall backward.

He slid his hand under her dress and almost tore her stockings. Danielle 
closed her eyes at this familiar caress and shivered passionately.

Patrick, proud of the woman's passivity, undid her dress and bra. Then he
laid her down on the bed where she stretched out on her back, already 
opening her thighs. He didn't lose a moment!

He quickly dropped his pants, removed his shoes and without bothering to 
take off his shirt, ran to the body that was offering itself to his 
possession.

He lowered her panties and threw them on a chair. Then, without taking 
time to make himself comfortable, he lay on top of the satiny abdomen and 
readied himself to penetrate her. Suddenly he stopped and seemed 
indecisive.

What had happened to him?

He had the humid cavity right under him! All he had to do was gently 
enter the young woman who was beginning to moan with throaty sighs!

But the action he was about to perform seemed to demand something else 
besides this momentary exaltation. He had noticed that his partner was 
trying to use autosuggestion to experience what her gaping cunt needed.

Danielle was determined to feel pleasure and seemed to have become 
remarkably passive, although she had lost her desire. It seemed as though 
she would never experience new sensations again!

What did these bodies need so that they would be unanimous in proclaiming
their passion in the final spasm?

Patrick was one of those people devoid of scruples who considered the 
human female to be the vessel of passing pleasure. So, when he saw one of 
them, inert and holding up her body to receive his semen without deigning 
to participate in her humble role, he felt an irritability that transported
him into a terrifying anger.

I have the feeling that you don't like this very much, he said. What 
do you need to feel something? A slap, perhaps!

The young woman didn't seem disposed to allow these sentiments to 
continue. Even in this advantageous position, she was thinking of those 
males who had fucked her before! And what was any better about this one? If
he could see himself, the bastard, with his cock that he's trying to get 
in. No, what he wants is to empty his balls. Then he'll give me a disgusted
look!

Suddenly Patrick, seeing the state Danielle was in, having no reaction to
his caresses, slapped her with all his strength and reddened her cheek! She
tried to sit up and get her clothes, not having expected such a 
demonstration.

Brute! she shouted. Is that what you call love! You don't know me and 
you hit me as if I've done something!

But you didn't do anything! That's why I wanted to stimulate your 
blood!

Then, as if pushed by a blindness or an instinctive force which didn't 
give him time to think, the man began hitting the woman's body.

She gripped his hand to push him away and, grabbing the arm that was 
around her, she tried to pull it away to escape the man. Her body was 
turning red and her eyes were wide open, astonished by this unexpected 
attack, blinking at the passage of the hand that was beating her with such 
unbelievable savageness!

In a total unconsciousness, consecutive with the wild blows, the young 
woman no longer defended herself.

Then the man grew calmer as a cold sweat broke out on his temples, and he
possessed her violently with all the fury of his exaltation.

She suddenly arched and uttered a long moan! Her blood was circulating 
faster and her insatiable body clung to this enchanted rivet which held her
under the thrust of passion!

The two bodies remained entwined for a long time. She could no longer 
repulse this big man who fucked her so violently.

He was at the height of his pleasure while he moved gently, then from 
time to time returned brutally, caressing her everywhere, introducing his 
finger into her ass, caressing her nipples with his hand which he replaced 
by his tongue then by his entire warm mouth.

Soon they were moving in unison. Their asses were undulating majestically
and their hands left no places untouched. The erect beast squandered his 
semen without worrying for a moment about where it would end up. What he 
was searching for was the satisfaction of the desire that had come from the
depths of his being, engulfing the nervous afflux of the genetic instinct 
under its magnetic wave.

And could it have been otherwise? Could the two bodies have been able to 
delay this outpouring of their fluids, not demand this union necessary to 
their survival?

We have to experience pleasure. We can't live in ivory towers where the 
unintelligent individual wastes away and lacks respect for nature.

For the moment, after submitting to an atrociously violent attack and 
still feeling the effects, the young woman seemed totally exhausted.

Patrick had slid gently along the woman's buttocks and his cock, which 
had returned to an alarming state, was touching that warm skin which had 
opened to receive it.

They rested finally, but continued to caress each other. Their intimate 
parts still had movements of impatience, like little jumps of revolt which 
indicated that their seed had not been completely used up.

It was very late. They could hear the steps of a few passersby in the 
street now, hurrying to their homes.

Do you think that your pleasure equalled mine, darling? asked Patrick. 
I experienced something absolutely divine!

Oh, at first I was afraid that you were going to profit by the 
circumstance to give me an undeserved beating. But I assure you that when 
you hit me, I immediately felt a desire I've never known before! It's 
almost as though you knew my nature to have made me come with that dose of 
sadism!

The man smiled and said:

No, I didn't know you, but I didn't doubt that your apparent coldness 
hid an intense joy that asked only to be externalized. I thought that 
perhaps you had never had occasion to be beaten. Then I thought: 'If I hit 
her, she'll be sure to enjoy it.' Was I right?

You're a bastard, but I don't hate you for it! Yes, when you took me 
that way it made me suffer, I wanted to bite you, to tear your flesh, but

Yes, he continued, when you felt my prick between your thighs, you 
stopped reacting and I realized that I had just made you experience a 
different thing. No one has ever hit you before, have they?

No, no one! I have an old man who kneels in front of me so I can take 
his cock in my hands to caress it

Oh! You have an old man?

Yes. He's the one who pays when I need it!

Yes, I understand! The lady is being kept! Well, after all, you're 
right. There are enough 'tricks' around to allow that!

They weren't moving. Stretched out side by side, the two silent forms had
discovered their true selves. Those two bodies owed each other the joy of a
wonderful night, of that magnificent spasm that had made them tremble and 
moan deliciously.

They had had nothing but the thirst of their beings, a thirst that is 
never quenched, and before the jeers of the unconscious masses, under the 
hateful eyes of too fertile mothers, the ardent female and the intoxicated 
male stood in a nudity ready to be welded together to let the excess of 
their vitality escape.

Soon the hour of separation approached.

Danielle, we must see each other again! Can I meet you tomorrow? We must
pursue our physical ecstasies for I'm certain that we'll be able to give 
each other every possible pleasure. I promise you that I won't hit you 
again! Once was enough.

I'll see you tomorrow, Patrick, she said. I'll be passionate. Anyway,
she added, showing him her cunt bathed in a wonderful liquid, this belongs
to you! Do you want it?

Yes, I want it!

And the man put his lips against the orifice to the garden of delights 
and breathed a puff of warmth.

During this time, his companion was caressing his cock with an expert 
hand. But the morning had bathed the windows of the room with its pale 
light and made them part until their next meeting.

Life was gradually putting its marks on the beautiful girl's body.

CHAPTER EIGHT

The days that followed were not too different for the young woman.

Patrick, her Patrick, as she thought of him, had come to her little 
apartment.

They had possessed each other like the first time, but he had not 
repeated his act of sadism, seeing the state of passion his partner was in.
Then, one foggy night, he disappeared without a word, perhaps having found 
a more passionate woman.

She was totally discouraged. Thus, after they had filled her with their 
semen, used her with all their sexual youth, one after another of her 
lovers disappeared and left her alone with that need to be possessed which 
penetrated every pore of her skin! Oh, yes. She still had one male left!

And, thinking of him, she had a desire to throw up that made her put her 
hand on her stomach.

The bastard! The old pig who brought her the residue of his senility, 
perhaps believing himself unique, was coming soon, because this was his day
to caress her woman's flesh with his big, clumsy hands.

She had had enough of this ridiculous game!

She needed a solid man, proud of his cock, to penetrate her deeply while 
uttering words of love. But that old satyr with his face like a diarrheic 
rabbit, his silly ears, and his lips opened like a piece of decomposing 
meat no! That was too much!

Anyway, she had made her decision! She would get rid of the old man under
any pretext.

And as she was thinking this, sitting on the bed, she suddenly heard 
someone knocking at the door.

Dear God! she shouted, looking at herself in the mirror, there's that 
pig, Edward!

Hello my little pet, how are you? Still in shape? And how are those 
beautiful little buns?

As he uttered these little phrases, he put his hand out to touch the 
fleshy curves which seemed to call him. He heard her answer:

Mine, bastard! Everything is mine! Don't come to bury your dirty tongue 
in my sacred places anymore! I've had enough, do you hear, enough!

The old accountant, already imagining the pleasure this charming body 
would give him, didn't understand at first.

But what's wrong with you? A little tired? Yes that's it! Come here and 
kiss me

Kiss you? You've got a lot of gall! Put my lips on your filthy beak? Oh!
That makes me laugh!

Edward didn't seem to understand any of these words and he was already 
removing his shirt. He was going to take off the rest of his clothes when 
she shouted:

Put your prick away! Don't count on me to make it work any longer! Go 
back to your old bag again. She'll give you some!

What? What do you mean?

I mean that I'm sick of your old body, your wrinkled belly, your rough 
tongue, of of of everything that makes up your bookkeeping!

My bookkeeping?

Yes! If you know how to count, so do I! Listen! she continued, the 
money you gave me is really mine, isn't it?

He sneered:

Yes, you earned it by the sweat of your thighs!

What's the difference! I'm sick of your opinion and everyone else's! 
Very well, I've had enough! Yes, I have some money, and let me tell you 
once and for all: I despise you!

But we've spent to many good moments together. Why are you suddenly 
talking to me like this?

Listen, Edward! It's over! I'm through with you! That's clear, isn't it?
Understand that and get out! Everything is finished between us and maybe 
nothing ever started

He moved toward-her, his face drawn, his cheeks burning. She looked at 
him and felt ashamed, if the state of her mind could be called that, 
ashamed of being the mistress of this human decrepitude.

Now the accountant looked like one of those old, bent, weak little men 
who have clung to life only through a frightened passion.

Danielle, he said in a tremulous voice, you're not going to abandon 
me! What will I do without you?

She burst out laughing cruelly.

Look at that! Abandonment frightens the gentleman! You bought the 
pleasure I gave you! You had it! You have to be satisfied! I end the 
contract between us and send you away! And she pointed to the door.

He dared to protest! Tears ran down his cheeks. He got on his knees and 
tried to grab the young woman's dress. His head was shaken with convulsive 
sobs.

He felt his pleasure escaping him. He was too old to hope for another 
affair and the money he had put aside during his entire lifetime of working
had gone to this slut in such a short time

Don't send me away, my little Danielle! Look how unhappy I am! Come kiss
me and I'll leave you until you're calmer, then

She was exasperated.

Are you going to get out of here or not? she cried, pushing him to the 
door.

He got up, finally realizing that it was over.

He put his shirt on and, without looking at the woman who had stretched 
out on the bed, he walked down the stairway sighing.

As soon as the old man was gone, Danielle, who was happy with the rapid 
conclusion which had removed the heavy inert mass that had been tied to her
cunt, remembered the pleasures she had felt in the arms of her lovers. 
Suddenly her apartment seemed empty to her. She felt an uncertain 
apprehension about her future. Always having to search for a companion, 
always living in that eternal waiting! But, dear God, for what?

She got up from the bed, stifled a yawn, and stretched. Then, in her 
sleepy nudity she walked away from the mirror, but stopped, her eyes wide 
open, crying an Oh! of stupefaction when she saw her body reflected 
before her.

That's me, she said. Me! That woman who looks so old with the falling 
breasts and big belly!

She had an even bigger surprise in store for her when she contemplated 
her cunt in the mirror. That place which had been caressed by so many 
fingers, seemed wrinkled, cracked, with the flabby skin that separated the 
hairs, perhaps trying in a final burst of agony to swallow the voracious 
mouths that would taste its bitter flavor.

Ten years had passed! Ten long years in which she had taken so much 
pleasure, in which she had used her body in the most extravagant embraces, 
and this was the result. She looked at the implacable psyche which seemed 
to be laughing at her.

The city meant nothing more to her now. She dreamed of leaving it, of 
going off to sunny countries, joyous horizons.

Oh, to leave this poisoned atmosphere! Not to have to see all the people 
who are unconscious of their destiny and are insolent and vicious, teaching
their children the rigid precepts of enslaving conventions.

Yes, she thought, a little peaceful corner where no one would know who
I am. How marvelous it would be to live among simple people!

And a feeling of nostalgia rose inside her from her distant childhood, 
the time when her hair floated in the fresh mountain air, when she ran 
joyously through her native village!

My poor parents left me the cottage I was born in! They've been dead for
two years! But what was wrong with me to give up such a simple and joyous 
past? It's all those male bastards who spit their venom at me and poisoned 
me! Oh, if only I had known

Yes, if she had known the inanity of everything, she would have stayed in
the village with her peers and perhaps she would have been the mother of an
admirable family which would have brought happiness and pleasure to one man
alone: her husband!

And suddenly Danielle became the little girl she had once been in the 
memory of flowery fields and seeing the faces of her mother and father. She
was carried away by this flood of thoughts and cried a long time.

It felt good to cry and no one seeing her cry like that would have dared 
to call her a whore. And yet

I want to leave without regrets, she thought several minutes later when
she began to rise from her depression.

Without regrets? Could she ever release herself from the indelible 
imprints left on her by passionate males?

No! It was too late to go back. But she wanted to try this test. Perhaps 
she would be able to find the serenity she had longed for.

The next day she paid her landlord off and when he asked if she would be 
gone for long she replied:

Forever! Then she took her suitcases and carried them to a taxi. 
Several curious heads poked out of windows. A neighborhood in a big city 
has its secret police. All the activities of its inhabitants are known.

The whore is leaving, said a young man who had been watching her for a 
long time without daring to approach her.

Good riddance, answered his mother, one slut less is always nice to 
see!

Danielle returned to the village she had left ten years earlier. 
Everything seemed changed to her. She didn't recognize many of the people. 
Some had died, others had left the village and gone to the city, hope and 
tomb of so many country beauties.

She found the cottage she had inherited from her parents in such a state 
of dilapidation that it hurt her to see it.

As soon as she entered, she went up to her own room. Poor little 
once-loved room! An odor of dampness came from the walls, from the 
uncovered bed, from the dusty chairs.

Danielle sat down heavily in a corner, putting her suitcases next to her.
She looked around the room and her gaze stopped at a photograph showing her
at sixteen.

She was ashamed of that candid face which was no longer hers and she tore
it into a thousand pieces.

Then she went to open the windows and saw a vision of paradise in the 
discovery of the immense fields of wheat, barley, and corn whose frail 
stems moved gently in the light country breeze.

Farther off, a farmer was seeding his ground, pushing a couple of heavy, 
massive oxen in front of him. Closer, in a path that she knew so well, a 
troop of sheep were coming down from the hill to return to the flock. The 
joyous song of the cock rose, followed almost immediately by a powerful 
baying.

The thousand sounds of the hills struck her ears, so unaccustomed to 
these restful noises.

I should never have left all this, she thought. And this is what I've 
become: a depository for human excrement!

But boredom won out. A woman like she, accustomed to satisfying her 
whims, used to men, couldn't remain in such a state of emptiness.

She recognized an old servant who often came to her parents' house and 
asked her to keep her company.

I'll pay you, certainly. But you see, if I go on living with my 
memories, I'll be miserable and perhaps I'll become ill!

The servant, who had known her as a little girl and who was all alone 
now, couldn't resist the young woman's charm. She said she would care for 
her. Danielle gave her a sum of money and had no household worries.

She ate the food that the old woman prepared, always having the heat of a
dream in her veins that made her disinterested in eating.

Every day since her return to the dwelling in which so many regrets left 
her pensive, the young woman walked through the fields, through the streets
of the village, and her proud bearing cut the villagers' whispering short.

As they saw this woman passing by, whom everyone knew was a native of the
country, the people took joy in greeting her with a little wave which she 
politely returned.

But the days that dragged on were to bring a resurgence of her physical 
obsession.

And in Danielle's heart, a song of passion and love tried to cast its 
notes to the echoes of the hills for the last time.

CHAPTER NINE

As she walked through the streets of the village, the young woman 
gradually regained an almost simple mentality filled with ambition. As she 
watched those worn people, knowing only their native horizons, always 
following identical occupations, a puff of serenity exalted the woman's 
soul.

She felt herself becoming the dreamy, fearful child who had evaded the 
exigencies of society for so long, and there, in the bushes filled with the
songs of birds, under the caress of the sun, the past returned to her, 
murmuring the existence of her ancestors.

These long walks and her provocative carriage had attracted the attention
of several men. A woman represented a body to be enjoyed to these strange 
beings. Never having known anything but their village females, with their 
dry and wrinkled skin, the whore made them imagine forbidden pleasures they
would never have dared to take with their regular women.

Among these country males there was one young man who was remarkably 
handsome, with a powerful musculature and a face tanned by the strong 
winds. He often waved to her, noticing her in her attractive little dress 
as she walked toward the fields.

She had noticed him and was proud of her success. A little wave of her 
hand put that clown in a sickening state of arousal.

One day he dared to stand in her way and, perhaps without understanding 
it himself, he spoke to her:

Miss, the reason I'm stopping to talk to you is that my eyes have 
followed you everywhere you went ever since you've been here. Forgive me! I
haven't had much schooling. My father didn't send me to school, but

What's your name? the young woman answered without letting him finish.

Happy that she hadn't repulsed him, he said:

Anthony! Tony to those who know me. It must seem funny to you to be 
talking to a farmer.

No! You're wrong. I lived here as a child. My parents had the same house
I live in now and, like you, I often felt foreign to the people of the 
village. I played in the streets here for a long time. You were only a 
little boy when I left. But perhaps you had already noticed me?

Perhaps. I don't remember.

They walked side by side, then parted with a handshake.

A handsome man, Danielle thought. That's the kind of man I would have 
liked for a husband.

And at this thought she smiled at her reflection in the mirror, for she 
knew that the dream she had had for so long was not impossible.

A month passed.

Then one beautiful morning the surprised village heard the announcement 
of the marriage of Anthony to Danielle!

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.

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.

CHAPTER TEN

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.

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.

She put her arm around her husband's neck and dug her nails into him from
time to time. Tony was very happy. He seemed quiet and satisfied. The man 
was spent, without any more desires at the moment, letting himself be 
smoothed by the song of his heart which was mingled with the sensual notes 
of his wife.

And the night slowly thickened its enchanting shadows in the room in 
which the couple had shared their amorous caresses. They were no longer 
conscious of where they were. It was as if their minds, released from the 
innumerable superstitions that obstructed them, had suddenly taken a serene
bend in their lives.

Their bodies were touching and their spent and satisfied flesh demanded 
only the rest necessary to begin their sexual caresses again.

Thus in the darkness they fell asleep peacefully. Tony pressed against 
his wife, letting himself be overcome by the surrounding silence and 
falling more and more into a healthful somnolence.

The bed no longer resounded under the wild assaults and it too profited 
by this calming of desire. It seemed liberated of the necessity to give 
them its powerful springs to deaden the noises of passion.

And the morning appeared, sublime in the first rays of the sun which 
bathed the moist countryside.

The two lovers began their daily occupations again. The days succeeded 
one another and each day consisted of practically the same activities. Tony
was busy with the work in the fields and didn't think much about his wife. 
He preferred to come home to her in the evening and to profit by those dark
hours to diminish the flux of the desire that submerged his individuality.

The prairie, the trees, the stables from which came the odors of the 
animals, brought back memories which took a new turn in the minds of the 
young people.

They were saturated by the heady atmosphere around them, asking only for 
the virile penetration of the overheated earth which gaped under the bright
sky.

Danielle was entirely happy with this life she had wanted to recapture 
and gave herself up to sudden bursts of sensuality. She would often breathe
the warm perfume of the fields and plains to soak herself in them totally 
in an attempt to prove her dependence upon everything which surrounded her.

The vast familiar horizons murmured words of long ago to her and she 
imagined herself naked in the light, running in the wind with her laugh of 
a frightened little girl who didn't believe in such illusions.

Other times she would stretch out among the cut hay and, uncovering her 
white, muscular shoulder with an impatient movement, she would caress her 
breasts where so many adventurous, tragic hands had been placed to make the
desire of long days rise in her female body.

She noticed clouds in the brightness of the sky that had bizarre shapes, 
and her thoughts, like the one she had had when she had seen the tree that 
resembled a virile cock, became sexual attacks which made her change 
positions to find new ones.

But her insatiable body demanded the irrigation necessary to the health 
of her individuality. She loved only the positions of love which nature 
invented to give a constant passion to ridiculous humanity.

Her long, passionate, sensual body stretched out in the warm grass in 
almost invisible places where lovers like to hide to escape the evilness of
the masses.

The young woman still desired the intromission of a tearful virility in 
her caverns of passion. To her, it wasn't necessary to await the 
regenerative spasm of destiny, but immediately, without giving her time to 
breathe or understand the significance of an obscene gesture, she had to be
possessed with force, violently, fatally perhaps.

Sometimes when several farm girls would pass by her, returning from the 
fields, Danielle would greet them with a smile as if she too were returning
home with the girls. Those incomparably robust country girls were the 
sisters of that unsatisfied whore. Tony liked to boast of his prowesses 
with some of them, but never of-the secret of his lovemaking with his wife.

His body was thirsty and trembled with desire at the slightest touch. 
What pleasure there was in letting the inexhaustible flood burst into the 
gaping orifice that received it!

The situation changed in the eyes of the married couple without their 
really being aware of it. If they had been able to read deep inside 
themselves, perhaps they might have found the infamy of the physical 
possession of their bodies. But to them they were just like all the others 
who had preceded them in the path of love.

Their bodies belonged to them. They were free to use them as they wished.
They were free to caress each other and give each other the most lascivious
pleasures.

The couple loved one another, or rather they loved their animal bodies 
which were always in heat, pressing their tongues together at the instant 
when the spasm was declared.

To the man, it was the call of the species to embrace the woman of his 
dreams. The woman offered her sexual nature to the desire of the animal who
was penetrating her.

I'm coming! cried Danielle in the intensity of her physical pleasure.

And she came, not like many ignorant women who make love in the dark, but
in the bright light, irradiating her skin with tiny red spots.

To come! That is the goal that nature has assigned us in life.

We need thighs, long cocks to penetrate gaping cavities, so that life can
pursue its path toward future generations which will take up the torch of 
satisfied love.

Then that lascivious, obsessed female, confident in the wiseness of the 
Creator who must laugh at the rigidity of human principles, regained her 
destructive role of profane beauty.

Remorse had never tormented her nor made her think about her ruined life.

Danielle was not the only one like that. But unlike the others who hid 
themselves to perpetrate the worst vileness that good sense often condemns,
she offered herself to the country air to let herself dream and satisfy her
vice.

And slowly, released from social contingencies, she began to hope for 
that life she had chosen for herself again.

To her, her husband was the man who satisfied her body, and if she was 
overcome by some morose thoughts from time to time, she quickly chased them
away to keep from remembering the frightful pricks that had initiated her 
into the most degrading turpitudes. Thus to her, an act of sodomy 
represented only the curiosity of her nature which was always in quest of 
the unknown. And no one could have forbidden her those things if experience
had confirmed the splendor of those bizarre positions.

So this woman, this whore inflamed by the desires of the body, sang the 
refrains of former times in the light air of the fields, and they were sent
back to her with the echo of a long laugh of fatigue which was exhaled 
under the blue country sky then, as every day, when the sun disappeared on
the horizon over the house where she lived with her husband, she slowly 
walked back again to kneel at the window and dream of the eternal waiting 
that left her unsatisfied until the moment when the male hand would rest on
her hip, trembling with passion.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Splendid days alternating with foggy ones passed over the love of the two
young people.

While her husband was busy working in the fields, Danielle loved to 
wander through the grassy paths listening to the hum of the insects in the 
warm grass, often stopping to look at the countryside bathed in a wonderful
light. She couldn't take her eyes off that country where everything brought
back the memories of her candid childhood.

How far away that time of innocence was!

Sometimes she thought she heard the voices of her parents, who now slept 
peacefully in the little village cemetery.

As soon as she was home with her husband again, who took her in his arms,
a certain nostalgia would penetrate her without her even knowing the state 
of mind she was in and, as if the mute things which prowled around were 
melting inside her body, she heard the call of her childhood.

The promises she had made herself to live happily with her golden dreams 
had been annihilated under the unclean passions that had swallowed her up.

How many nights of stupor and madness had she spent giving her whore's 
body, offering that corner of her body to lascivious males?

Like a leaf swept by the passing winds, she had been touched, soiled, and
now the vivifying wind of the country smelled of the perfumed prairies, 
murmuring a rebirth of her young years.

It was too late to live like that.

Yes, she thought, I could have had a home and children like the 
others. Of course I wouldn't have known life, but my ignorance would have 
prevented me from being a

She was afraid of thinking the word whore. But she had been a whore!

And not just like those sluts who opened their mealy mouths, with their 
breasts falling down over their navels and a cracked skin as if all the 
foetuses of the world had been inside them, but a receptacle for human 
ordure, a gaping cavity where all the vomit of the world had been poured

She often wished she could forget the memory of those ten years of 
forbidden passion. But the more she tried to chase away the visions that 
obsessed her, the more they came back! When she slept beside her husband, 
she had terrible dreams.

She was struggling against huge virile members that foraged all over her,
hairy heads that leaned over her and bloody lips full of saliva that forced
their way over her mouth, red feverish tongues that almost choked her.

And the dreams continued.

There were androgynes with swollen abdomens, male organs and the breasts 
of a woman, who sneered as they caressed her contracted body

Then she would wake up, damp with sweat, her eyes wild, and she would 
find her husband lying at her side, his flaccid cock pressed against her 
buttocks.

This melancholy which plagued her, rising from her lascivious being this
physical obsession which she could not chase from her mind, made her see 
through all the vicissitudes of her existence and the happiness to which 
she could never submit.

She would cry to herself as she touched her cunt where she could still 
feel the indelible traces of her innumerable lovers.

I don't have the right to pursue this dream of love and youth! No! Life
has caught me in its cogwheels. I must leave here before it's too late.

And everything spoke this same language. There was no room for this whore
in the simplicity of country ways.

She realized the inanity of the destiny she had made for herself. Nothing
could ever interest her. She had to submit to the bondage of her sensual 
nature.

Poor Tony. He at least had kept the purity of his intentions despite his 
wife's depravity. Yes he loved her like a madman! Without ignoring his 
life in the village, however.

He didn't reproach her for anything. He hadn't even been surprised by her
skill in love-making. She had been the initiator.

He felt a gratitude toward her for having revealed the positions of love 
to him and he lived only for her, for her body, for her cunt which had been
filled with semen other than his.

When they possessed one another with a studied roughness, it was like a 
wild assault which made them come quickly, clinging to each other's 
sweating bodies.

And, having filled his young wife's body with the blind force of the 
powerful male, he contemplated her as she lay back fatigued and satisfied, 
still smiling at him through half-closed eyes weighed down by sleep.

Danielle could no longer stand this stifling atmosphere. One day, around 
the end of summer, when the last rays of the sun were still lighting the 
prairies, she suggested to her husband that they take a walk.

You know, Tony, I'd give anything to go back to the place where I often 
went when I was a child.

He was only too happy to follow her. They started off arm in arm, 
breathing the vivifying air from the hills. In the distance, the mountain 
stretched its imposing mass.

The young woman, felt as though it were ten years earlier.

She had taken this path with No! She must push that idea away. She 
mustn't think of her first lover. Nothing could exist now of that indelible
trace which stained her cunt.

The path continued with sudden turns. They stopped at times to 
contemplate the countryside that lay behind them. Arms around each other's 
waists, they looked at the magnificent panorama which became shaded in an 
opaque mist as they walked higher and higher.

She pointed in the directions of a protuberant knoll.

Look, Tony that's where I often came. I remember everything. One day my
father sent me to look for some stray animals I found them here. Look!

She showed him a grassy prairie. They were holding hands, helping each 
other climb the little rocks that rose in their path. The young woman's 
hair was floating freely, caressed by the warm breeze that blew at times. 
Tony puffed out his strong chest and offered his well-nourished musculature
to nature, like a sacrifice to her beauty.

Several hours after their departure, they came in sight of the mountain, 
the object of their trek.

Breathless, yet happy with the walk, they rested in the complete silence 
of this corner of Arcadia. It was just this countryside that a Latin poet 
had described. They felt almost as though the flute of Pan could be heard 
close by, accompanying the dancing of nymphs who were bathing in the rivers
that descended the mountain. They almost expected to see a satyr or a faun 
following a divinity of the woods, with his he-goat feet and his beard.

But all these dreams had been gone for a long time there was no one but 
the two young people in the immensity of nature.

Danielle had placed her head on Tony's knees. Her half-closed eyes let a 
ray of light filter in and closed reluctantly on the vast panorama.

Tony was caressing his wife's breasts in his joyousness. He was beginning
to be excited. Anyway, this had become a habit. As soon as he had had the 
revelation that his cock could serve something besides the mute 
contemplation of his swollen parts, he had gladly adapted himself to it and
desired only to introduce himself into her sheath.

The young woman let herself be soothed by the atmosphere of this lost 
place. The mountain with its granite force, its firmness, its insolence 
before human weakness, the warmth of Tony's body which she felt close to 
her, everything contributed to plunge her into vague reveries which made 
her languid.

She drew her husband's lips against her perfumed mouth and held them for 
a long time.

Tony, I want you to possess me with all your strength here in this 
beautiful place. But do it like I taught you.

The words had become superfluous.

Danielle unbuttoned her husband's pants, then she slipped her warm hand 
inside. She took out a firm object,  proud of its size, which filled the 
palm of her hand.

Tony was panting, feeling the flow of passion rising within him.

She had stretched out and removed her red skirt. Then, separating her 
thighs, she got into position. Leaning on his elbows, abdomen to abdomen, 
sex to sex, Tony began his male occupation.

He went in with little blows so that the heat would spread as he 
descended further and further into the delicate crater

The young woman closed her eyes. She imprisoned Tony's torso with her 
legs like an animal in heat flushed with desire.

In a brief and fugitive vision, she remembered her first lover. She 
thought she could feel him inside her as he had been ten years earlier, 
fucking her joyfully, having suffered with desire for so long.

Then everything disappeared

She opened her eyes again.

Her husband was still working over her. Soon their bodies shuddered. A 
sudden relaxation joined them as his cock spurted hotly.

They had discharged together.

A light wind had risen. The mountain, mute witness of their couplement, 
kept its mystery. Some birds flew around and uttered strident little cries.
The two bodies were still stretched out together.

Tony do you think our love is marvelous?

Yes darling! I don't know how to thank you enough! You give me such 
varied pleasures

But Danielle was lying to herself in believing that she loved her 
husband. What she experienced in his company was the thirst for pleasure, 
her need for physical possession, the satisfaction of feeling herself as 
the passive female forced to satisfy her conqueror.

Gradually the distant memories of her childhood came back.

She could have been able to live a calm life like her parents in the 
simplicity of the hills, demanding only the happiness of her peers when the
villages were illuminated for the evening before the burning fires.

But even this dream had been refused her. Because her sensual nature was 
fixed on one goal: constant pleasure.

Yes! In place of the whore she had been, there would have been a woman 
with a cunt reserved exclusively for the happiness of one man, and she 
wouldn't have been soiled by so many males.

But I'm not going to let myself get overly emotional about this, she 
thought. I'm spoiled. Alright! There's still room for plenty of cocks! My 
body will serve as a tomb for more than one bastard

You're so naive, my Tony, she continued, looking at her husband who was
sitting beside her. You'll find someone else. You'll forget me! You'll see
how easy it is to forget!

But what she didn't dare admit was the regret of not having been able to 
find the right path at the beginning of her life.

And now, at the beginning of her decline, which would move faster and 
faster, she would always be the whore, the receptacle of the human seed.

They went down the path again which led to the foot of the mountain. The 
evening air became fresher and fresher.

This night will be the last that I spend here, she thought. Poor Tony
I'm going to cause him so much pain. But he'll console himself. I need 
pleasure. It's as if there were a poison in my body! I feel it burning me 
everywhere!

No, my place isn't here anyway, one man isn't enough for me. I've 
received the homage of too many cocks for too long for it to be otherwise! 
All the bastards who fucked me have marked me for life. Alright! I'll give 
them my ass! But I want them to fuck me to death!

And for the last time, not wanting to act like a little girl, while the 
evening stretched its cloak of stars over the countryside, Danielle 
contemplated the serenity of this land that had seen her birth.

She turned around, letting herself be separated from her husband who was 
waiting for her several yards lower, then she calmly began to walk again.

But in her heart, an old stifled sob demanded to be let out.

They reached the village at the same time as a troop of sheep returning 
to the flock. She caressed one of them, the smallest, and in this gesture, 
she put everything which was still fresh in her body, all her disappointed 
dreams, all the nostalgia of the little girl she had once been.

Her whole past returned to her again with a suddenness which made her 
wipe a tear from the corner of her eye.

Then, when they were alone again, there was no longer a wife but an 
obsessed and unsatisfied whore

The next day, profiting by Tony's daily work in the fields, she left 
surreptitiously. No one had time to notice her departure.

She piled her bags into the bus that linked the village to the city.

She disappeared in that sun-filled morning.

A bird sang its final song.

The years passed.

An old farmer, who had known Danielle before her marriage, said that he 
had passed a drunk girl escorted by several sailors in an African town

She looked strangely like her, he added in a dreamy tone to those who 
surrounded him.

But perhaps he was wrong.

Destiny had been her master. She had loved, her body had been bruised on 
all sides

No one could ever mean anything to her.

She had pursued her dream like so many others: the desire for the 
immortality of the body, the thirst for pleasure that everyone possesses, 
the most luxurious caresses and the most lascivious physical ecstasies 
The lucky whore.
