Danielle and Uncle Armand

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!