And Danielle listened to this voice which spoke through the mouths of her lovers.
Her body needed to be caressed. Her warm flesh could not live under the hypocrisy of those people who had tried to teach her the precepts of a brutal moral code.
She needed pleasure!
But living to her signified the abandonment of all prejudices, of all servitude, of all laws. She was the insatiable woman, the pit of passion.
Her work left her indecisive. What time she lost selling flowers that didn't belong to her.
Her aunt was a cross old woman who had known only the amorphous life of her peers and was now falling more and more into an aberrant mysticism. She could be of no help to the girl.
Danielle went out very often now, no longer wishing to deny a joy that was necessary to her awakened personality.
In the suburbs where her aunt lived, she often heard music from the local dance hall which left her dreamy and happy. From the window in her room she saw the couples passing by arm in arm, kissing each other, squeezing one another, laughing at the expression on the face of a young lady from a good family who let her whole body stifle under the scruples of an ignorant mother.
Several days after meeting the second student, who had taught her fellatio, and whom she had found disgusting for having dared to fill her mouth with his male sap, she understood that her place was among all those “sluts.”
She often saw them passing by with their innocent expressions, their affected ways momentarily removed by the light and exciting music which was calling them with every note.
She dressed herself in a short sheath that made her buttocks stick out and was tight in the bust, letting her appetizing breasts point through the material. Then she went out to meet the unknown at the ballroom, with its odors of sweat, its disgusting heat, mingled with the stale smell of musk and semen.
As soon as she entered the stifling atmosphere, she adopted her conquering smile and her thighs moved firmly with the desire for pleasure.
She accepted the invitation of a tall, ungainly fellow who leered at the young girl with the circles under her eyes. They danced without stopping and Danielle took great pleasure in that suspicious dance hall which had an odor of tearful virility, that is, cocks needing grottos in which to bury their twisted branches. She laughed in the arms of her handsome Joe, and her laugh dissolved like a summer wind singing in the branches.
The notes of a nostalgic accordion made them tremble and when their hands met, their eyes that were tired and full of lust exchanged a glance charged with intense desire. Joe looked at the prey that was offered to his pleasure.
Around five in the morning, the ball ended and they left together. They exchanged a few unimportant words then suddenly the man asked:
“Do you like me?”
“Certainly! If not, I don't think I would have danced with you all night. What's your name?”
“Joe. At your service! And yours?”
“Danielle!”
“Pretty name. Your parents must have been certain you would be beautiful to give you such a name. But I hope that such a sweet, angelic name does not mean it is impossible for you to serve the one who has been shivering in the gloom of creation since the dawn of time.”
“Are you talking about that God who is called the Devil? But I don't believe in him any longer and you certainly don't!”
“Why no, little girl, no one believes in those ancient phantoms anymore!”
They were silent.
With his arm around the young girl's waist, Joe let himself be bathed in that latent possession he felt returning to him. A man like him does not concern himself with prejudices and even less with those scruples which stop the timid individual from the search after a new sensation.
They walked this way in the night that surrounded them for a long while. At times, a few meows announced that the nocturnal animals themselves were making love and being united following nature's immutable laws. They stopped in front of a small hotel where a red lantern indicated that this was the place Joe was taking his companion.
“I'm not going to bother flirting with you, Danielle. I know that you're not a little girl anymore. If we like each other, then there's nothing wrong with wanting to sleep together!”
The young girl couldn't blush any longer. Her cunt had longed for a man for too long for her to be indignant over a brutal proposition. But it was also the waiting for pleasure, the certitude that the man would give her a little of himself that made her look at the male without fear.
They entered the hotel and with their arms around each other, not speaking, wishing to avoid useless words, they went up the stairs that led to a little room where the young man took the victims of his virility.
Why bother describing what each of us has felt undressing a beautiful woman ready to open herself to the most base passions, knowing in advance that her cunt has found the juice necessary to its penetration.
No! We must add something to better understand the scene which is going to follow, a scene whose ramifications are going to influence the young girl's entire existence.
Danielle, like many of her peers, although having alternated the amorous positions, hadn't gone beyond the normal ways. That is, since her cunt was always bathed with liquid, she had not known anything besides ordinary love.
But Joe, who was free of social conscience, had lived long enough to see everything in its correct guise. He had studied the book by Remy de Gourmont,
The room was small with only a wood bed, two tattered chairs, and the odor of poor food. The walls were sweating under the humidity and the torn paper was hanging lamentably, revealing traces of lime and smoke.
Everything in the room reflected the area, the somber place where young men, fortunate enough to be loved, possessed women of the suburbs with faces paled by nights of work.
They stretched out on the dirty, disgusting covers, but for them nothing existed any longer.
Their warm blood circulated in their bodies and shivers of passion ran through them.
“Danielle, don't think that I'm more disgusting than the others, but I know life!”
What are two lovers in the night when they have loved one another? Is there a reproachful expression that follows them from afar? Is there something that is foreign to them? No! Two beings released from the amorphous, indifferent crowd, must give themselves all the existing sensations.
Nothing can soil a man and woman who want each other.
“But you have lived, Danielle, you have lived! So have I! We know that the body is sacred and that no one in the world can say the contrary.”
“Yes, Joe! But there is still a kind of little girl modesty in me just as I experienced so long ago. And then, do you really believe in the sincerity, the attraction of two sexes?”
“What you say might be true! But why not profit from the time that nature has given us?”
“Nothing prevents us from loving one another freely!”
“You see, Danielle, if we hesitate to live a pleasant moment under the fallacious pretext that morals forbid it, the days will pass without bringing us anything besides the idleness of an unsatisfied personality!”
As they were speaking, they had moved closer and closer and their young, ardent bodies attracted each other and were moved by the irresistible desire to be mingled in a single block of warm flesh.
What attracted Joe the most since he had held that pretty child in his arms, as he caressed her abdomen which was emitting delicious shivers, was the fleshy and firm mass of her buttocks which were forming a little hump under her dress.
Uncovered on the bed, stretching its little muscles, the excited ass took on strange proportions. Joe caressed the surroundings which squeezed back when he tried to gently push his finger into the trembling flesh which was unaccustomed to this new shamelessness.
However, a delicious shiver ran over the young girl's spine. She felt that explorative finger seeking the sensitive place of her femininity.
