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.