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.