On a beautiful spring day, two young people were walking up a winding path which led into the mountains. The countryside was splendid. On all sides the fields, filled with multicolored flowers, vibrated under the hot sun.
The afternoon was beautiful under the sparkling sky. They could hear the sounds of millions of little creatures in the warm grass. At times a bird would let out a little cry then fly into a tree where his famished offspring waited.
The young girl, Danielle, with her sixteen years was the living incarnation of the celebration of nature. Her nostrils trembled in the light wind which brought them the exhalations of thousands of odorous flowers.
She moved with a sure step alongside her companion who did not speak but who often glanced at her secretly. The naive grace of a child too quickly developed contrasted with the solid musculature of the boy of twenty-one with whom she loved to take walks.
The young girl was a remarkable beauty. Her fine waist made her hips stand out as though they were ready to bear the world. Her chest rose rhythmically with each inhalation. Her breasts stood out with perfect firmness.
Her body was visible with each step she took, through her little summer dress with the bright colored material. Her ass was deliciously outlined. Her red lips called not for the simple light kiss of a timid young man but the brutal pressure of turgid flesh which would impregnate her with its amorous substance.
Danielle came from parents who had spent their entire lives acquiring a little farm surrounded by fallow land. She had been brought up under the most rigid and absurd principles.
A first-hand education had inculcated such extreme religious convictions in her that, feeling remorse for the least little sin, she confessed to a priest who served the community.
Her parents, themselves simple farmers, thinking only of the arduous work of reaping the food necessary to their survival, had been brought up in the hypocrisy of a dying society. So what else could they teach their daughter if not the rigidity of conventional morals! But nature, the universal womb, the wonderful crucible in which the forms of humanity are chiseled by the Great Sculptor, cannot be fooled!
They were still climbing up the path and the countryside was already changing. Phillip was devouring his desirable companion with his eyes. For a long time his virility had been suffering from not possessing that body which would never have willingly been given to him. But this day he had sworn to himself that come what may, she would belong to him, no matter what or how painful the consequences.
They had reached the foot of a rocky mountain now. A complete silence had preceded them. There wasn't a living creature in sight. The spot was perfect for the fulfillment of his nefarious plans.
Tired out from the walk, they rested in the shade of an old dwarfed tree which scarcely covered the place dried up by the solar rays.
“Danielle, look at the mountain! Isn't it as though she wanted to crush us with her imposing mass! We were so right to profit from this splendid day!”
She didn't answer, but her eyes, which were softly illuminated by the physical ecstasies that she felt in her body, wandered over the deserted solitude for a few moments.
They sat down. They instinctively sought one another without really being aware of it. And could it have been otherwise in a nature where everything means love, possession, pleasure…?
Stretched out nonchalantly, her hands tucked behind her neck, she looked at her companion in whom the desire was rising, rising like a tidal wave.
They kissed. It was customary because they often did so in the course of their dates in the village. But this time the pressure was accentuated and the young girl guessed that something was going on in her companion's mind.
Suddenly she was afraid, filled with an unreasonable fear which made her get up quickly.
“Let's go back,” she said. “I don't feel very well. If we leave now we'll be able to get back before nighttime.”
But she stayed!
Phillip had slowly, cleverly excited the young girl's senses with amorous words. But soon words were not enough for his long-contained desire. His body was burning! He felt shivers running over it, announcing inexpressible pleasures.
His breathing became irregular, interrupted by languid sighs, and his breath ran over the young girl's face like a soft breeze as he caressed her slowly.
He placed his hand, moist with sweat, on the young girl's knee. She did not move, trying to conquer the vague apprehension that obsessed her.
He could make out two nervous thighs hidden under her colorful dress, road to the most secret place where animal passion resides.
The young man's eyes were shining, filled with libidinous lights, and his chest was exhaling a more powerful respiration as his blood accelerated its rhythm.
His hand became more expert and rose along the thighs which trembled at his touch.
Everywhere around them the exhalations rose from the rocks. Malicious nature made them hear her distant voice telling them to love each other, to enjoy themselves, before their youth flew away in the wind of the putrid world.
“Phillip! Take your hand away! What you're doing is wrong! What if someone saw us…!” said the young girl, who was frightened and yet deliciously impregnated with a feeling that left her almost without resistance.
Wrong! Who could say where wrong or right lay?
The young man couldn't stop his desire any longer! The prey was offering itself to him! He had to take advantage of it before she cracked in the wind of human scruples!
He had reached the little red panties that Danielle always wore.
How warm it was there!
A liquid, humid place, half-opened like a barely ripe pomegranate, the door to ineffable delights, the den of forbidden passions, the orifice of life which called for the masculine virility to complete the immutable laws of destiny.
Danielle felt her cheeks burning. Her eyes had taken on a hopeless languor. She was no longer afraid!
Something that had come from the distant ages stopped the impulse for revolt, demanded that she submit to this agreeable necessity, this irremissible tearing.
Phillip, whose hand had already crossed the ultimate barriers, caressed her abdomen gently, which made her tremble voluptuously! Her thighs had been agitated and closed suddenly, then opened slowly as if to savor the intrusion that was disturbing their tranquility.
Without imagining the state of passivity she was in, the young girl let herself go and experienced an interior feeling of pleasure which dulled all her faculties. It was like a kind of fascination, a sort of magnetism which worked on her senses against her mind.
The young man carefully took off the panties. Now she was uncovered. A fine down covered her pussy, which was trembling under the caresses.
Her head thrown back on her companion's arm, Danielle had closed her eyes, but her lips were pressed against those of the male who was groaning with desire.
He had reached the paroxysm of excitation and, noticing the slit bathed with liquid between her thighs, he couldn't resist any longer. His exacerbated cock stretched irresistibly toward the den of predilection.
Phillip quickly separated the girl's thighs. Then he placed himself on the edge of the river of delights, advanced slowly, giving himself time to adjust himself.
With one final push, but already feeling herself conquered, Danielle tried to force him away. She didn't have time to begin a new attack again. The operation was quickly over. Her cunt had been entered.
The young girl let out a piercing cry which reverberated across the mountain. She felt like a burning iron was tearing her, penetrating her mercilessly.
She was utterly destroyed.
With a strong contraction of her vaginal walls she forced out the member which had just filled her with its fecundating semen.
He brought his foraging instrument out with the debris of hymen which crowned it bizarrely.
