abdomen, which had received so much male juice, was beginning to have a disturbing plumpness.
Her breasts which had once been firm and consistent, began to fall slightly, and if her bra hadn't held them up, they would have had that flaccidity which announced decrepitude.
However, life went on for the young woman.
She no longer saw Joe because she had thrown him out brutally one evening when he had asked her to give him her ass. As for the old man, she let him fuck her regularly twice a week, but he never arrived with empty hands because she wouldn't have received him.
The thirst for money had seized her and her expenses increased from day to day. But what did that matter?
She kept the fool who fucked her and gave her all his money. His wife must have noticed something because he often got home with a stupid expression, obsessed as he was by the young body he caressed victoriously.
Danielle liked to wake up late in the morning. Her dreams were taking an unexpected direction. She felt almost a disgust for those lascivious males who only soiled her.
“Yes,” she thought, “all these men are true bastards! Where are all my hopes, the dreams I had of a Prince Charming?”
The truth was that she was giving her ass to those animals. Oh, if only she had known…!
And she was overcome by nostalgia, ignoring the stupid reality in which she was wasting the best years of her youth.
A memory returned to her which gradually took over her mind.
“So,” she thought, remembering her days in school and the little student who slept beside her, “she was a slut too!
“But she was sweet and she didn't have a hard cock spitting its venom into my excited body!”
For, as a young girl in high school, she had had a little girl as a friend who was well developed and dark, who got up at night and approached her bed, introducing her tiny tongue into her mouth and asking her to return the kiss.
She had given in to this innocent game several times and had had a revelation that made her tremble unconsciously. But when her companion had tried to caress her one night in the bathroom, she had quickly returned to her bed and never spoken to her again.
Anyway, she left the school a little while later and quickly forgot this beginning of her sexual life.
She liked this dream and returned to it often. Why, after having known the brutality of men, hadn't she desired another woman to make love with? After all, what really was the difference between the sexes?
Nothing, except for that hanging thing on the outside instead of the inside.
Danielle had realized the inanity of human pleasures.
What did she get out of masculine possession? A little pleasure that quickly passed and a warm body she had no courage to push away! She would have to become the sweet child of her youth again. Males no longer interested her!
Perhaps she would have the chance to meet a real man some day. But while she was waiting, she was falling into a slow consumption of her being which no longer left her time to think about anything.
Alone in her room, stretched out in an advantageous position, she dreamed of her multiple lovers with their libidinous faces, their bodies sweating with love, and their humid lips pressed on hers like tentacles to excite their senses more and more.
One afternoon, she met a little girl of fifteen in the public park. This young girl had often come to buy flowers for her employers, as she was a maid. They took a walk together and, like two sisters who are together again after a long separation, they began to talk of serious things and then of insignificant things which women find interesting.
The little maid, whose name was Annie, was one of those young girls who had come to make her way in the big city and whose parents had almost chased her away, giving birth to children only to throw them into the chaos of the hypocritical world.
Picture a mass of flesh without knowing the difference between the front and the back, four short and perpetually agitated limbs, hair the color of ashes, an opulent chest for her age, and two eyes shining like carbuncles. This is a portrait of Annie.
Danielle was searching for new sensations and wanted to lead this child to her bed more out of a game than from interest.
Why?
For the pleasure of kissing her like a lover, of undressing her and biting the tips of her rosy breasts? Or for the joy of passing her tongue between the little girl's thighs?
No! To her it was like a new attraction, and then, too, playing an active role had enchanted her for a long time. She would have to seduce this naive young maid slowly since her fifteen years required an initiation to passion.
“My little Annie, if only you knew how sad I am! Oh, if only I had a sister like you! But I never had any luck!”
The child looked at her and answered, “Miss Danielle, I always admired you when you sold flowers and I would have loved it so much if you had been my companion! Unfortunately, I had only one brother and he was killed in the war!”
And Danielle listened to these words with a fluttering in her heart that made her look at the passersby of the masculine sex with disgust!
“I'll be a big friend to you! Come see me in my apartment someday. Here's my address.
When they parted that day they each guessed that a reciprocal attraction had brought them together.
For Annie, this was confusing. Never had the big sister, as she called the young woman, spoken to her with such penetrating sweetness.
Danielle was proud of her first success! Certain that she would soon be able to caress the young girl, she returned to her apartment that evening and slept profoundly, carried away to the ethereal regions where her dream made her see the couplement of hermaphrodites in the most passionate physical ecstasies.
A few days after this fortuitous encounter, Annie presented herself at Danielle's apartment with all the candor of her young age, wearing a clinging dress that showed off her extraordinary freshness.
Danielle was waiting for her, having put on a light dress for the occasion which exposed all the curves of her lascivious body. As soon as the graceful young girl entered, Danielle kissed her on the forehead as if she had always known her and in expectation of much more.
The little tastefully decorated apartment was filled with innumerable bouquets of flowers in porcelain vases which saturated the atmosphere with their wonderful perfumes as if to remind the young woman of the time when she sold flowers.
On a little table there were bonbons, sweet cakes, cigarettes, and many drinks which looked very appetizing.
The stage was all set!
The afternoon outside was dazzlingly beautiful. The sun was caressing this corner of earth where humans lived with its rays, and in the street below, they could hear the coming and going of vehicles, the cry of a newsboy, and all the sounds that were normal for a late summer day.
Annie felt happy. Actually, few of her friends had been faithful to her, since she had always had a naive, unconscious revulsion for the most intimate confessions. But Danielle wasn't like all those girls who had tried to implant themselves in the young girl's affections after an intimate conversation.
The girl's need to love had to be externalized. Her love for all the beautiful things, her belief in morals, in religion, in all those enslaving words, had not yet been distracted by the experience of life.
Danielle had stretched out in a nonchalant pose and was looking at the child who was offering herself to libidinous eyes.
Her dream took on strange proportions. She no longer remembered the brutal possession of intoxicated males who threw themselves on her soft body. She thought how sweet it would have been for her to have always known the softness of this virgin who didn't suspect for a single instant the passion she felt.
Now Annie had approached her big friend and timidly noticed the provocative dress she had worn for the occasion. But the minutes flew by interminably and the desires of the girls surrounded them with a physical
