“No! Joe!.. leave me alone! I've never been touched there. I won't submit to that!”
“Oh, Danielle! Let's stop believing in those ridiculous conventions! Everything can be done between two people who love each other! Don't you see that an even more intense pleasure awaits you? Listen: I remember something I read once. The author was talking about the itching of the anal parts. Incontestably it is our civilized prejudices which stop us in what is commonly called a vice!
“You don't want to be caressed… alright! But have you already been deflowered in that part?”
“What? Is there another virginity besides the normal one?”
“Why yes, my dear, and I might add that it's the best form of contraception! With that, there's nothing to fear! Not only will we feel more pleasure, but you'll be certain never to become pregnant and thus you can live as you please without the fear of unwanted pregnancy!”
“But I'm afraid, Joe! Will it hurt very much?”
“A little, of course! But you'll get used to it and then it will be an obsession! You won't be able to do without it! You'll always want to be possessed that way. Your senses will vibrate completely and the marvelous adventure will continue eternally!
“Do you really believe that such a brief pain should stop you when we might give ourselves all the sensations that our bodies demand? Come on, turn over!”
So saying, his eyes filled with lascivious beams. His cock, all warm, stood up in a trajectory known in advance. He took the blonde child's charming buttocks in his hands and turned her over on her stomach. She had stopped talking. What good would it do?
In the state she was in, desiring to know everything that exists, nothing could have prevented her from showing a great impatience for this bizarre desire.
Joe brought his cock closer to the admirable ass which was offered to his sight. What a charming body!
The hair that was as blonde as the sun, with its curls which the male breath was making vibrate, detached themselves from the whiteness of the back. The dorsal curvature formed an enchanting slope and bent, rocked by the girl's shaky respiration.
Danielle, her arms lifted over her head, awaited this new revelation with the curiosity of a child who has been promised a greatly desired toy! This intimate place was going to be perforated by a male organ and yet the young woman had the certitude that she would gain beneficent knowledge from it.
He was ready now for this delicate and sensitive operation. Placing himself against that mass of tender flesh which was contracting hopelessly in expectation of the unknown, he brought his prick close to the hidden wall and stopped in order to excite his instrument more and more.
She didn't move.
He took the little lips in his left hand and made a coming-and-going movement in order to decrease the pain occasioned by the rectal defloration, delicately caressing the little red “button” which was getting harder and harder.
She was starting to feel an intense pleasure.
But before she could reach a climax, Joe inserted his member into her anus with a single blow, bathing it in the ingredient that was surrounding it so that such a narrow passage wouldn't be torn.
She didn't even let out a cry! But, feeling the sword opening a passage in her body, she buried her face in the pillow and bit it wildly. Tears ran down her cheeks then moistened the covers which accepted this liquid with indifference, having already been accustomed to such gestures.
This profaning of her intimate place had been done with all the skill of a master.
The man, having had a very brief pleasure, withdrew immediately.
“Oh! It hurts! It hurts so much!”
“But darling, it's absolutely necessary for you to suffer at the beginning to feel a more considerable pleasure!”
“I don't know if I'll ever do it again! Oh! No!.. it hurt too much! Anyway, I could never like it!”
“But you can! You'll see! A smoker of opium can't do without his pleasure! He demands it again, knowing quite well that he is signing a condemnation. And why can't we give ourselves what possesses us?
“Shall we ask the opinion of ignorants who live without permitting themselves a perverse luxury? Believe me! The more we make love that way, the more certain we will be that we love each other!”
Danielle got up and went to the bathroom. A thin stream of cool water running over her sore parts made her feel much better.
The man, having dried his cock, put it away again, proud of his success and awaiting other excitements as he let it hang lamentably between his legs.
They lay down again, each following their own thoughts. Although they were posing questions about this stupid life which is so senseless, they could only find answers by abandoning themselves to the pleasures of their senses. They fucked.
The next day, the cycle followed its course. She returned, tired, to sell her flowers. He went back to his more or less shady business.
They had sworn to see each other again to try and give each other new sensations.
Two days later, they met again.
The room was still the same. But Joe had embellished it. For the occasion he had brought a phonograph and several records.
Danielle kissed him immediately, but when she pressed her lips to Joe's they seemed to be begging for something other than their recent position which was still not to their liking.
“Would you like to dance, dear?”
“Oh, yes! That's a good idea!”
“But naked!.. take off your blouse and let me see your breasts! Oh, what beautiful buttocks! You really have a splendid ass!”
“It's yours, you know! I know that I have some attraction for your dirty body!”
“Oh, my dirty body! When its perfumed, it smells as good as yours!”
They both laughed and hugged each other passionately.
“Caress me,” Joe implored. “I love your little hand touching me!”
He put a record on the phonograph, one of those tangoes made specially for dance halls where men and women excite themselves as much as possible before stretching out on a couch and making love.
They put their arms around each other and, completely naked in the little room that was dimly lit by a diffuse lamp, they began to let themselves drift into an amorous nostalgia.
Soothed by the music, feeling their bodies growing warm, they made their pleasure last. It was an artistic position that they appreciated particularly. They could no longer escape it now.
Their lips joined in a mutual shiver. Their legs entwined. His cock slipped into her moist hole. They slid gently over the floor, taking care to moderate their steps to avoid a rapid discharge.
When the record ended they were still molded together, and they fell onto the bed. And the game that had started to the sounds of a languorous tango ended with a lusty fuck. Feeling their strength decrease as time passed, they clung to each other gently and fell asleep.
Two o'clock in the morning found them with circles under their eyes, tired out from a love that was ready to begin again. They still needed to know each other better.
“I'm going to take you like the first time, Danielle. Don't cry! I won't hurt you! I want you to feel a more intense pleasure than with the normal position, and I must admit that I like this way better!”
“You really do, Joe? I suffered so much! Promise me that you'll be careful so it won't hurt so much!”
“I promise… Come on! Give me your ass, darling! Turn around!”
She turned over.
He used the same procedure as the first time but waited longer before parting her flesh. It didn't hurt her as much but as soon as she felt that hard cock penetrating her, she contracted her ass and Joe realized that she had just reached the point where the pleasure had become agreeable.
“Oh! I came! Joe! I came! Don t move! Stay like that! Don't move!”
He was happy and began exciting the fleshy part in front of her to push his cock into the narrow passage of her anus even more.
Danielle felt the intensity of this pleasure which was different from all others. She no longer felt the
