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.
