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…”
