Catherine's Letters

by Aubourg, Jean-Philippe

  Adrienne suspected what they might be. ‘Are you suggesting we spend an evening watching porn?’

  ‘I prefer to call them erotic films, but yes, the content is a little more graphic than you’d find on any movie channel. But stop asking questions and lie down so we can get started.

  Adrienne unzipped her ankle boots and kicked them off, settling back on the sofa bed, as Maria picked up the discs, selected one and slid it into the DVD player. She switched on the world’s smallest flat-screen TV, grabbed the remote, and joined Adrienne, who slipped her left arm around Maria and began to fondle one tiny breast through her T-shirt. It felt strange and delicious doing to another woman what so many men had done to her. Maria nestled further against Adrienne, as she pointed the remote and pressed play.

  A badly edited film started, a jazz soundtrack fading in, followed by a set of home-made titles. Amber’s Two-Up, they announced. Starring Amber Black. A woman who must have been the eponymous Amber appeared; a perfectly proportioned brunette in a skimpy negligée, busying herself before a dressing table mirror in a plush bedroom.

  As the music faded out, the bedroom door opened and a good-looking, muscular man appeared, wearing jeans and a T-shirt, both several sizes smaller than necessary. The couple exchanged brief pleasantries, their accents showing the film was American, before Amber got up and they embraced, working their way up to a deep kiss.

  Amber’s back was to the camera, and the man lifted her negligée, revealing a bare and shapely bottom, with which his hands were soon filled. After a couple of minutes of this treatment, they broke away from each other. ‘Let’s fuck!’ suggested Amber bluntly. The man just grunted in return.

  ‘They’re not big on dialogue in these films,’ explained Maria.

  ‘I can see,’ Adrienne whispered back. She had put down her beer and was massaging both Maria’s breasts. ‘Let’s hope they’re big in other departments.’ They both giggled at the crude joke.

  By now the man had Amber’s negligée up to reveal a pair of large, round breasts, which defied gravity. He pulled the skimpy nightdress over her head and discarded it. Amber was unbuckling the stud’s belt and opening his jeans. The camera changed angle to show her sinking to her knees and pulling out a straining, over-sized erection. The shot zoomed in as the naked woman slid her mouth down its length, taking it inside completely. She began to bob back and forth, making loud, sucking noises and eliciting appreciative moans from her partner.

  ‘Enjoying it?’ Maria asked, as a close-up of fellatio filled the small screen.

  ‘More than I thought I would. Which one are you looking at – him or her?’

  ‘Both. I have been known to make do with a man when I can’t get a gorgeous chick like you in my bed. My first ever boyfriend kept me happy for at least six weeks. Till his sister seduced me, that is.’

  ‘Ooh, tell me more – later,’ said Adrienne, not sure whether to believe Maria. ‘Let’s see what these two get up to.’

  ‘You mean these three.’ As Maria spoke, the door of the film set bedroom opened to admit another fit-looking man. Amber and her mate did not stop for a second, and the two men swapped lewd comments before the new arrival dropped his trousers to reveal a penis ready for action. He stood next to the first man, who was released by Amber, his organ glistening with her saliva. She kept her hand on it, pumping it as the new arrival replaced him in her mouth.

  After several minutes of this, Amber stood up and led the men by their manhoods to the bed. Releasing them, she hopped up and squatted on all fours, as the men shed the rest of their clothes. Her original partner took up position behind her, his glans rubbing up and down her vagina. He pushed forward, forcing a scream of animal pleasure which sounded convincing to Adrienne, and buried himself to the hilt. He began pumping, slowly at first, then harder.

  Meanwhile, the second stud climbed on the bed and knelt in front of Amber. Adrienne noted his six-pack stomach and the way his firm erection bounced before her pouting mouth. He placed his hands on the top of her head and sighed as she resumed giving him oral sex.

  Adrienne had let her left hand wander down Maria’s body, and was now slipping her fingers inside her jeans. The copulating trio on the screen became noisier and faster as Adrienne’s fingertips found no trace of panties. Maria stretched and twisted to give her better access. Her fingers pressed the soft, hairless lips, already hot and moist.

  Maria began to breathe harder, the threesome on TV now frantic. The man behind Amber pulled out and pumped his erection to produce an explosion of semen, which he fired over her buttocks. Seconds later, Amber’s other partner pulled out of her mouth and fired several thick, white jets all over her flushed and gasping face.

  ‘Oh yes! Give it to her! Let the bitch have it,’ Maria extorted, bucking her own hips to impale herself on Adrienne’s fingers. Adrienne was shocked.

  ‘Maria! I didn’t think you’d like this sort of thing!’

  ‘I like anything that’s down and dirty.’ She squirmed and rotated her pelvis. ‘And that slut’s definitely dirty!’ For a second, Adrienne thought Maria would orgasm, but she stilled herself, reaching for the remote, clicking the DVD off and ejecting it. She pulled Adrienne’s fingers gently from her jeans, licking and kissing them before sprawling forward on the sofa bed to change the disc. ‘This one’s a little different,’ she announced, ‘and more “up my street”, as you might say.’

  Once again, the film was preceded by some tacky electric jazz, as the titles appeared over a Hollywood-style starlet dancing erotically. The girl was blonde and a little too perfect to be true. Ass Slammers, announced the title, the spelling confirming this was true blue American pornography. The blonde was dressed, but only just, in a tight red singlet and even tighter black shorts. The nipples of her large, probably surgically assisted, breasts strained against the material of her top, while her legs were sheathed from toe to thigh in shiny black boots.

  She tottered precariously on their spiked heels for a couple of minutes before peeling off the vest, revealing flawless breasts, which she jiggled in time to the music. The camera pulled back to reveal her select audience. It was another blonde, equally gorgeous. She wore a red mini-dress and matching heels, her breasts almost spilling out of the low-cut frontage. She was smiling lustily, and beckoned the other girl forward.

  The first girl moved closer and began a private lap dance for her friend. As she stripped off the shorts, leaving herself naked except for the thigh boots, she rubbed parts of her body against the second girl, pushing her breasts into her face to be kissed and licked, then turning her back to her and straddling one of her legs so her genitals rubbed against the top of her right thigh, while her bottom was being fondled and slapped.

  ‘Hot stuff, eh?’ It was Maria who broke the silence.

  ‘It’s pretty – unusual,’ Adrienne agreed, not really sure what to make of it. Her experience of erotica had been limited to watching it with an over ambitious boyfriend a few years back. He was keen on girl-on-girl stuff too.

  ‘It can get a bit samey, like most American porn,’ Maria went on. ‘Next, Blonde Number Two strips for Blonde Number One, but I think we’ve got the general idea. I’ll jump forward to a juicy bit.’ She picked up the remote and set the film to fast forward. The figures ran through their erotic dance at high speed, until Maria saw what she was looking for.

  By now, the starlets had gone further than dancing. One (Adrienne could not say which, as their hairstyles were almost identical) was on her back on the stage. The other was squatting above her, although all that was visible in the close-up was her bottom, thighs, and a very pouting set of labia.

  Her legs were spread wide and the other girl was pulling her cheeks even further apart, the better to get her busy tongue into the lips. The awful music had been replaced by “oohs!” and “aahs!”. Adrienne assumed the other girl was getting similar attention paid to her. A change of camera shot showed this to be true, the other blonde’s head lapping cat-like between the spread t
highs.

  Adrienne was staring at the screen when she suddenly felt Maria kiss her. She looked down to see she’d rolled over and was placing both hands on her breasts.

  ‘Two horny bitches in heat,’ Maria whispered, ‘going at each other hammer and tongs. Or should I say tongues!’ They both laughed. ‘Gets me going,’ she went on. ‘What about you?’

  ‘Mmm!’ Adrienne knew she should be outraged at how those two girls, who were probably not even into other women, were being exploited by some seedy male porn baron. But as she watched them change positions, with one crouching on all fours as the other knelt beside her and began to lubricate a large, black dildo, she just could not help herself. She was getting excited.

  Her temperature rose and her breath became harsh, as the dildo was pushed into the accepting actress. For the next few minutes Adrienne stared at the sight of the big plastic rod being plunged in and out. The blonde on the receiving end was bucking her hips to the rhythm, and the occasional shot of her face distorted in ecstasy showed if she was not actually enjoying it, then her talent for pretence was being wasted in this movie.

  Her cries grew more intense and obscene as the other girl inserted the index finger of her left hand into her anus, while her right kept up the pace with the dildo. The girl being so obscenely violated began to shout for more of the same, and was obviously getting close. As Adrienne watched in wonder, she felt Maria’s hard tongue begin to trace patterns around her throat, and put her hand down to run it through the strands of her lover’s hair.

  The on-screen lesbians reached their explosive finale, the girl whose holes were being filled collapsing and shrieking as if she had never had an orgasm before. The other woman continued to push her finger and the dildo in and out, although she slowed the pace till eventually she came to a full stop, pulling both implements from her friend’s vagina and anus. The woman who had climaxed had rolled onto her back, and was helped up by her partner. They kissed and the recipient drawled, ‘Wow, I’ve never had it done like that before!’ as they went into what was supposed to be a spontaneous embrace.

  ‘I don’t believe her,’ whispered Maria. ‘In fact, I’ve seen her get exactly the same treatment in another film.’

  ‘What? A porn film that’s not true to life?’ Adrienne laughed. Whatever next!’

  Maria knelt and kissed Adrienne, then turned to pick up the remote. ‘This one goes on for the best part of an hour,’ she said, pressing stop. ‘It drags after a while.’ The petite brunette leant forward to remove the disc and replace it with the next one in the pile. Adrienne watched as her apple-shaped bottom filled her tight trousers without an inch to spare. Maria straightened and turned to catch Adrienne staring at her. She blushed, but Maria gave her a cheeky smile. ‘Want to see more?’ She giggled and crossed her arms to lift her T-shirt clear of her head and toss it across the room in one swift movement.

  Adrienne murmured in approval as the pert breasts popped into view. She was still getting used to the idea of looking at another woman with sexual desire, but Maria did seem to be doing her best to make it as easy as possible. She folded the semi-naked girl in her arms as they lay back to watch the third offering.

  This was another American production, although it was clear right from the start it had a much darker theme. The title, Trained by Lust, rolled over shots of a dimly lit dungeon with manacles set into the walls, a small table covered in whips, canes, and paddles, and, dominating the centre of the room, a terrifying bed-shaped device, fitted with ropes, pulleys, and levers. ‘And this would be an SM film?’ Adrienne asked. She felt Maria nod.

  Two women entered the dungeon, as the gothic theme music faded. Both were in frilly lingerie. There was a slim brunette, with glorious hair which reached all the way to her bottom, and a more curvaceous blonde, who wore a red teddy, contrasting with her partner’s black body stocking. There was some opening banter between them, setting up the fact that both were there to wait for their mistress.

  ‘Ah-ha,’ whispered Adrienne, ‘not just SM, but lesbian SM.’

  ‘You better believe it, baby,’ answered Maria, who stopped nuzzling Adrienne’s breasts through her T-shirt for a moment. ‘Hardcore to the bone!’

  Adrienne’s breath caught in her throat at Maria’s lewd words, just as the first real action of the movie began. The brunette had decided to pass the time by spanking the blonde, and had bent her over the bed-like device for that purpose. Pulling up the gusset of her teddy, she exposed the other girl’s cheeks, decorated with a rose tattoo, which she slapped firmly. The blonde let out a few “ohs!” and “ahs!”, although by no means were any of the slaps hard enough to cause any great discomfort. Adrienne was still wondering exactly what the strange apparatus did, and was about to ask Maria, when the film’s heroine made her entrance.

  ‘And just what do you bitches think you’re doing?’ The words were spoken off-screen, but the owner of the voice soon strode into view. A beautiful woman, a few years older than the two other actresses, she was clad in a black leather bra, its straps decorated with studs, and tight leather shorts. Her knee boots ended in spiky heels which clicked across the flagstone floor. Studded wristbands decorated each arm. Her hair, long and raven black, was pulled into a severe pony tail. Even the amateurishly shot image which filled the screen projected her authority.

  The two girls stopped their game immediately, and stood facing her, their heads cast down and their hands clasped anxiously in front of them as they awaited their fate. It was not long in coming.

  ‘It seems I can’t leave you sluts alone for a second,’ the domina rasped as she circled her prey, her hands resting on her hips. ‘So I’ll have to show you who’s boss and who does the punishing around here. Strip, the pair of you! Felicity, you’re for the rack!’

  As the women obeyed their mistress and began to remove what little clothing they had, the picture faded and a new scene emerged. The brunette, presumably the unfortunate Felicity, was on her back, strapped into the machine. Adrienne could now see exactly how it worked.

  Felicity’s arms were stretched straight above her, while her legs were parted as far as they could go, turning the poor girl into a human Y. Each wrist and ankle was fettered to the bars. The dominatrix was turning a wheel halfway between Felicity’s feet. The cables which ran overhead creaked, and the dainty feet were pulled a few centimetres further apart, even though it did not seem possible. Felicity groaned as they moved.

  ‘I think that should keep you in place,’ the mistress said with a touch of malice. ‘Now where shall we start?’

  She began by fondling the helpless girl’s breasts, twisting the nipples till she cried out. All this was being watched by the naked blonde, who stood beside the rack, her hands linked on top of her head in the time-honoured submissive position, a look of foreboding on her sweetly innocent face.

  The mistress strode to the table and carefully selected an implement from the choice laid out before her. Passing over the straps and paddles of different lengths and thicknesses, she chose a short, multi-tailed whip, and returned to her waiting victim. Taking the handle in her right hand and the tips of the tails in her left, she raised it above her head, paused for a second, then flicked it down across the naked girl’s breasts.

  The whip made a loud thwick!, the girl jumping and moaning, although she made no other protest and was incapable of any significant movement. The whip landed again and again as the tormentor got into her stride. She flogged Felicity up and down the entire length of her body, from her small breasts to just above her knees. Her gasps rose in intensity as the beating went on and her skin became more sensitive.

  The mistress stopped and placed the whip on Felicity’s chest, the handle lying in her cleavage, its tails spread toward her thick pubic bush. The colour on the film’s picture was not first rate, but the red flush which the girl’s skin now boasted was clearly visible.

  Felicity’s vagina was investigated with an almost medically detached air, although the dominatrix did en
d by bestowing a firm kiss directly on its spread lips, which made the tied-up girl shiver. She turned her attention to the blonde. ‘Make this slut come with your tongue,’ she ordered bluntly.

  Adrienne’s stomach leapt with an erotic thrill, and she pulled Maria even closer, massaging her naked breasts and enjoying the rubbery hardness of her nipples. ‘Just imagine if we were them,’ Maria croaked, her voice a husky whisper, ‘and that butch bitch was ordering you to lick my cunt after whipping me really hard. Ooh, I’d love that!’ Adrienne squirmed, partly because of Maria’s filthy talk, but mainly because the girl’s slim hand had sneaked down the front of her jeans and her fingers were now sliding into her knickers.

  The blonde had stepped up to the rack and bowed her head, her hands still behind it, to begin her task. The camera closed in on her pink tongue flicking out between her lips and touching Felicity’s labia. The bound brunette wriggled and squealed at the first contact, then began to moan as the other girl got into her task.

  The tethered woman must have been brought close by the whipping, because she was soon shaking and screaming in the throes of a wild orgasm. The blonde girl dug her tongue even further into the open vagina, driving her on as hard as she could.

  As she watched, Adrienne felt her heart pounding. She filled both her hands with Maria’s small breasts and a couple of tender kisses were given to her lips in return. ‘There’s a really good bit later on,’ Maria whispered. ‘Want me to fast forward?’ Adrienne nodded breathlessly, and the other girl pulled herself from her warm embrace and reached for the remote.

  Maria spun the film forward to a new scene, in which the blonde was hanging with her arms secured above her head, each wrist cuffed to the end of a long bar, in turn chained to the ceiling. The camera pulled back to reveal a second bar of the same length to which each of her ankles were strapped, forcing her legs wide apart. Adrienne took Maria back in her arms and watched in wonder as the mistress placed Felicity between the blonde’s thighs, her face right in front of the crudely exposed sex, before telling her, ‘You can look, but don’t dare touch.’