Finally they rested. Their nocturnal love-making had stopped at this position to which Tony was so unaccustomed.
They fell asleep, feeling an unsatisfied desire growing inside them, for they still needed other physical ecstasies in order to taste a more intense pleasure.
The storm raged on outside. The puddles of water flooded throughout the fields and in the warmth of their nuptial bed the two people drifted into dreams tainted with mystery and love.
The night let the interminable hours flow gently by.
CHAPTER TEN
Gradually, the young woman let her arrogant past escape her. In this country where everything recalled her young years, she felt seized by an irresistible desire to run backwards through the road of her heart. But this wasn't easy.
Her husband, Tony, loved Danielle with a passion which had reached its peak. It was she who taught him the principle rudiments of physical love.
He was proud of possessing that whore who gave herself happily to the most lascivious caresses. When he desired her in the evenings after having worked all day in the sun-bathed fields, all he had to do was take her. He was her male now.
How far removed was the pleasure felt by the innumerable lovers who had lubricated her body. She loved her man, the only one who pierced her with his virile tool to give her ineffable sensations.
Although he was only a simple farmer, Tony had quickly come to understand his wife's vice. He loved to venture into the most forbidden corners, turning her back and forth like a pancake as she held her cunt up to his desire.
For him, Danielle was a wonderful wife. Oh how inferior the girls he met in the streets of the village seemed even though he had once impregnated them with his virile semen.
He had eyes only for his wife. And, since she put him into such a fatigued state, he certainly couldn't boast that physical tranquility which suggests the individual's strength.
But many of us who have had the chance to possess an ardent female and to enjoy all the perverse pleasures of sexuality, no longer have that male assurance when they meet another person of the fair sex. For we are emptied on all sides and no longer have the strength to climb the body's hills.
The woman has this superiority in that her body can receive all the males that God has made without her strength being reduced by it.
For the man, it's a different story. Permit me to remind you that if we accomplish certain prowesses with one of those females, we won't be able to start anything else the next morning with the same strength, unless we're one of those morbid stallions who is insatiable.
But Tony seemed to be a normal man. It was enough for him that his wife was eager for his most extravagant desires and he always experienced a new sensation with her.
Now their life was similar to one which everyone desires and most people never know. They loved each other with that youthful love which we find in the hearts of everyone, rich or poor. Civilization brought them nothing but the satisfaction of their well-filled days.
The work that Tony did in the fields was just like that which his ancestors had done for centuries. However, it seemed to him that his job differed from that of the others, of those who lived in the country and had the leisure to eat well and then to surprise themselves with the bodies of their charming females so that their knowledge of sentimentality could become deeper.
The lovers' house rested in the wonderful countryside, surrounded by mountains whose immaculate whiteness gave dreams of revival.
No one inhabited this place. No one could have persuaded them to mingle with the life of society. They were both magnificent partners, the adolescents of the desire which prowled in the flowering meadows.
The wind carried the mysterious odors which saturated them with changing passion. To them, especially to Danielle who had wanted to break with the past, this limpidity of the plains, this vivifying air she breathed deeply, carried them towards inaccessible regions where the innocent years of childhood passed again as if out of enchantment, as if suddenly a hope scarcely created in their imagination told them to believe in the future of their youth.
But the lascivious “slut” remained unsatisfied. Nothing could fulfill her cunt in which so many putrefied pricks had been stuffed, where so many men, filled with wild desire, had tried to fill her feminine cavity with their fetid seed.
The woman, Danielle, female in every pore of her body, true enchantment of men in heat, desired only the victorious penetration of their cocks without thinking of anything but this passing pleasure.
Tony was naive, but inclined to profit by his wife, which was his right. He loved that cunt which received all his attentions.
Danielle was obsessed. One evening quite late, when Tony had not come home yet as usual, Danielle stood by the window peering into the darkness, feeling the moans of wives before her rising from the covered ground, women who like her had looked at themselves in the mirror of life, after their frail bodies had been pierced by the male.
Her breasts were gently dilated and the nipples hardened by the desire she felt inside. Her body was barely covered by a nightgown hastily thrown over her, and the lighted cigarette that she held between her fingers made a red tip in the darkness of the room.
Danielle watched the fields. They took on a strange appearance shining under the lunar rays. It was as though they were trying to speak, to confess their sensitivity, their entrails in which the plough had been passed still burning.
And wasn't this similar to a woman's body, transported from one place to another, that heap of life joining the splendor of the starry night, the overwhelming apparition of the fleeting desire? Like her, the earth was crying under the laborer's caress. Needing to be impregnated to return what she had already furnished hundreds of times, she sucked in the brutal male who was probing every part of her.
What was dissimilar was that her womb had not yet known the joy of pregnancy.
The woman, giving the man what he desires most-that is, his sexual pleasure-doesn't have to return the most skillful caresses for a seed to move toward the orifice of life.
Danielle's and Tony's lovemaking had been unfruitful thus far.
She was still admiring the beauty of the stellar night which stretched around her. What barely perceptible voices must have risen in that nocturnal silence. At the present moment, Danielle was feeling that she was part of the multitude of women who dreamed of pregnancy without really knowing it. Yet, waiting for her Tony, the man she had married, she felt intuitively that her place had to change.
An unparalleled joy came over her as she remembered the solitary pleasures of her childhood.
“Yes,” she thought, “I enjoyed everything with all the savor of a new invention. I enjoyed my body. I felt cocks going into me slowly and what did I get out of it? A constant feeling of dissatisfaction. I had to fuck violently. I had the impression that those hairy bodies on me wanted only the dream buried deep in my cunt.
“But if I remember correctly, it was my cunt which wanted to breathe the juice of my lovers. It loved them with a constant passion. It needed their liquid to reach dreamy regions or to bring fantasies to my youth. I have known every vice.”
And her thoughts flew before her into the city where those she had known might still be looking for her.
Leaning by the window, Danielle breathed deeply and felt the country air filling her lungs. She could see the thick cottages off in the distance, the intimate rooms where the farmers loved to prolong the evenings.
And while waiting for Tony, who had probably let himself be dragged to some village bar, she dreamed of a constant tranquility.
The wind was blowing gently, barely moving the leaves on the trees which bordered the paths. Danielle had finished her cigarette and thrown it down. Her hair spread out over her breasts and shivers ran over her body, making her even more malleable to the desire of the male she was awaiting.
