Catherine's Letters

by Aubourg, Jean-Philippe

  Adrienne sank to the floor. As she did, the dildo was pulled roughly from Rachel, drawing a shocked “oh!” from her. Adrienne sat with her thighs spread for a few moments, leaning forward to plant a couple of light kisses on Rachel’s twitching bottom. Suddenly, Rachel turned and dropped to the carpet in front of Adrienne. With a wicked smile, she leant forward and rolled her mouth over the dildo, in a bizarre imitation of fellatio. After giving the plastic rod a long, hard suck she let it go, pulling her face level with Adrienne’s.

  ‘Mmm,’ she whispered, ‘I never knew how sweet I tasted! Here, you try.’ She moved forward and gave Adrienne a deep kiss. The musky scent was undeniable and Adrienne quickly unbuckled the sex toy and raised it to her own mouth. It slipped in and she felt her insides take an erotic lurch as she tasted the heady mixture of Rachel’s intimate juices. Both girls looked at each other and broke into spontaneous giggles. ‘You,’ said Rachel solemnly, ‘are a filthy, sadistic bitch!’

  ‘And you’re a shameless, sex-mad slut!’ Adrienne replied. They embraced warmly, then rose on unsteady legs. They did not need to say another word. Arm in arm, they tottered toward the bedroom.

  Chapter Twelve

  When Adrienne awoke, she was shocked for a few seconds to realise she was not alone. Then the events of the previous night came rushing back; she remembered just who the sleeping lump beside her was. Gently lifting the edge of the duvet, she looked at Rachel with new affection.

  Her friend lay face down, her arms stretched out above her and her face turned away. Her back rose and fell in a gentle rhythm as she breathed peacefully. She was naked, as was Adrienne. Lifting the duvet a little further exposed Rachel’s bottom, six red lines clearly drawn across it. Adrienne leant forward and kissed the weals as softly as she could, taking care not to move too suddenly and wake Rachel. She twitched and mumbled something in her sleep, then became still again.

  Adrienne slipped out of bed, lovingly drawing the cover back over her friend. She tiptoed to the kitchen and, still naked, began making coffee.

  Ten minutes later, she returned to the bedroom with two steaming mugs. Rachel had turned over and thrown back the duvet, now lying on her back with her arms spread crucifix-style, her naked breasts pointing to the ceiling. She opened one eye as Adrienne came in.

  ‘You have no idea,’ she murmured, ‘how few men bother to make coffee. They all wake up with a hard-on and the first thing they do is look for somewhere to put it. Whether or not you’re awake.’ The redhead opened her other eye and eased herself into a sitting position before taking a mug from Adrienne, who put hers on the bedside table before sliding back in alongside Rachel.

  ‘That’s pretty much my experience too,’ she said, ‘although Maria can be horny first thing.’

  ‘But I bet she doesn’t care that your hair’s a mess and you’ve got the remains of last night’s make-up on?’

  ‘Which is what makes her so special. Not that you aren’t. You’re still my best friend.’

  ‘And you’re mine, babe. But now we have friendship with benefits.’

  Adrienne and Rachel spent the next half hour sipping their coffee and chatting almost as if they had not been lovers the night before. Eventually Rachel finished hers, threw back the covers, and practically leapt to her feet, stretching her arms above her head. Adrienne admired the fit, lithe body as it was pulled taut, then allowed to relax.

  ‘So what are we going to do today, babe?’ Rachel asked.

  ‘It’s Saturday. Isn’t that your day for retail therapy?’

  ‘Usually, but I’m too tired for shopping. I guess you wore me out last night, which is something no bloke’s ever done. No, there’s just one letter left, isn’t there? Well, let’s read it! It might not tell us what happened to Catherine, but I’m guessing it’ll be hot stuff anyway.’

  ‘OK, let’s!’

  Ten minutes later, their coffee mugs refilled, they sat side by side in bed, the pages of the final letter resting on the duvet between them.

  My dearest Connie,

  This morning as I write to you, my heart sings with happiness! I am so full of love, so full of delight! And my future is secured, without the need to contract a marriage!

  But I am going too fast. There is so much to tell! Where do I begin? Let me start with the events of two nights ago, the night after I was caned in front of Molly.

  You will recall that in my last letter to you I was most apprehensive about a proposed course of action. Well, Connie, I am not a little proud of myself for saying that I successfully completed this action, notwithstanding the courage it required on my part.

  At about the same hour as the night before I took a candle and, dressed once more in my gown, nightdress, and slippers, I made my way to Miss Prior’s door again. I had the previous half an hour been pacing the floor of my room, but was finally spurred on by my fear of eternally cursing myself were I not to go through with my scheme.

  I knocked upon the door, so timidly that at first I feared I would not be heard. I was about to knock again, when Miss Prior’s voice from within bade me enter. With a trembling hand I turned the knob and went inside.

  I found Miss Prior also wrapped in a dressing gown, and sat in her armchair again. By the light of her candle she was reading a book. She looked at me as I entered. ‘Catherine,’ she said, ‘you are lucky to find me up. Were I not so engrossed in Mrs Gaskill’s excellent North and South, I should be well abed by now. What is it that cannot wait till our lessons tomorrow?’ Her tone was serious, if not exactly severe.

  ‘Please, Miss Prior,’ I began, not really knowing at that point how my sentence was going to end. ‘It’s about the events of last night.’

  ‘Yes,’ said Miss Prior, a note of caution in her voice.

  ‘It’s really about what you – you made Molly and I do to each other, and what you did to me after you sent Molly away.’

  ‘I do remember very clearly. You have not spoken of this to any other members of the household? Or even to your father?’ For a moment I believed I saw a trace of worry flicker across her stern but beautiful face. I spoke quickly to quell any anxiety she may have had.

  ‘No, of course I have not, Miss Prior! I would not! Especially since I believe others might not understand us as we understand ourselves, and seek to prevent a recurrence! And that,’ I finished, ‘is my dearest wish, and the reason for my appearance here before you tonight.’

  Miss Prior retained her composure, but a satisfied smile passed over her lips, as she closed her book and placed it on the table next to the candle. I looked down at my feet, so that she would not see the redness of my face, flushed from my embarrassment.

  ‘Am I to understand,’ she said calmly, ‘that you will willingly give yourself up to my attentions, tonight and any other night?’

  ‘Yes, Miss Prior.’ My heart skipped a beat as I said these words.

  ‘And that you would willingly reciprocate my physical passion toward you?’

  I swallowed hard before I replied. ‘Yes, Miss Prior.’

  ‘You understand you must keep this as your closest secret? You must tell no one, not even Molly!’

  ‘Oh yes, Miss Prior, I will take this secret with me to my grave!’ (Heaven help me if she should ever find these letters, Connie! But I know I may trust you completely.)

  ‘Very well, then. Come to me, Catherine, and be my sweetheart!’ Miss Prior opened her arms and I rushed to her, to be folded into her bosom. I sank into the soft warmth of her gown, feeling her breasts heave underneath the layers of her night clothes, knowing that these would soon be shed. I felt her strong fingers under my chin, and my face was lifted to meet hers. Our lips touched, and then I felt her tongue push its way into my mouth. I was powerless to resist, as she deepened the kiss, breathing her passion into my very soul.

  My arms were clasped tightly about her waist, but I felt her own hands trace a route up my arms, till they came to rest upon my shoulders. Gradually her strong fingers and thumbs insinuated themselves u
nder the lapels of my dressing gown, and began to pull them aside.

  Breaking our kiss, I released her from my embrace so that I could pull open the cord which held the heavy garment closed. It was soon falling off me, dropping to the floor, to leave me standing in my nightdress.

  Miss Prior stepped back and removed her own dressing gown. ‘Come, Catherine, we must make ourselves as naked as Eve before the Fall of Man, and quickly.’ There was a tremor in her voice, normally so confident and commanding. The gown was cast to the floor, and her shift was soon bunched in her fists, her arms crossed over her breasts. With a violent motion it was lifted and pulled over her head, exposing to me her wonderful naked body.

  She was as beautiful as I remembered. Her breasts, as I remarked previously, while not as large as mine, were still generous, and the nipples firm. They pointed at me, as if accusing me of my sin.

  As Miss Prior lifted her feet to remove her expensive Chinese slippers, I realised I was still fully covered. Not wanting my governess – and now my lover! – to think me shy, I pulled my nightdress up, gradually exposing my thighs, then my sex, then my tummy. At each new revelation Miss Prior’s breathing seemed to grow louder, and she suddenly seized the gathered material about my ribs and lifted it over my head for me.

  On exposing my nudity and casting aside the heavy white shift, she took my face in her hands and kissed me once again. ‘And now, Catherine,’ she whispered, ‘let us to bed!’

  I had walked barefoot to Miss Prior’s room, so now tiptoed behind her as she took my hand and led me to the mattress which was to be the stage of our lovemaking. Laying me down upon my back, she sat next to me and placed her hands upon my breasts. Massaging the soft mounds, her fingers and thumbs squeezed my nipples into peaks. I gasped as I felt the blood course into the hard buds.

  When they were as erect as I believe they ever could be, Miss Prior bent forward and attached her mouth to my right breast. Teasing the sensitive nipple between her lips, she sucked and pulled, making me gasp in sweet torture. She continued for some minutes, gradually drawing more and more of my plump breast flesh into her mouth, until eventually all my nipple and its surrounding flesh, and a large amount of my creamy skin, was inside.

  When it was released I looked down and was shocked at the redness of my skin, normally so white. Miss Prior looked at me and smiled, a thing she did so rarely as to make it wonderful when it happened at that moment, before lowering her mouth to perform the same operation upon my left breast.

  When both my bubbies had been sucked and teased to the limit of my endurance, Miss Prior lifted her head to look at me. Pushing my breasts together, so as to make my nipples even more prominent, she swung her legs onto the bed and knelt next to me. Lifting my right leg, she shuffled to her left and placed my limb outside hers. She now knelt between my knees, and looked down at my spot in the way a dog would look at a food dish which its master is about to fill.

  Sliding forward with the grace of a dancer, she put her mouth to the lips of my sex. She bestowed upon it the most fleeting of kisses. I felt my own moist petals part, and groaned, an inarticulate plea for more robust contact. But my governess, whose knowledge clearly extended to expertise in the art of gamahuching her own sex, was not to be rushed into her task by the lust of an inexperienced girl. I was given a series of kisses, each as light as a butterfly landing upon a summer flower. Soon I was writhing in undignified desperation, pleading with Miss Prior to lick me properly.

  Just when I believed I could take it no more, Miss Prior finally gave me what I desired. Peeling aside each of the fleshy folds that guarded my private place, she deftly inserted her tongue. It twisted and flicked, hitting the little bud at the centre of my spot time and time again. My arms twisted and my fists clenched, as I pounded the mattress in sweet agony. I had been driven to such intense heights, I knew my crisis would not be far off, and so it was that within minutes I was overtaken by the sensation of every muscle in my body contracting, then extending, as I thrashed in ecstasy.

  Miss Prior continued to lick and suck me throughout my climax, gripping my thighs like a vice, as she fought to keep her lips and tongue in place. By and by, I calmed down, and she raised her head to look at me. In the candlelight I could see her lips, and even the tip of her nose, glistening with what must have been my own spendings. With slow deliberation, she traced her fingers across her mouth to wipe the moisture away before pushing them into her mouth and sucking them clean.

  She crawled forward and took me in her arms, kissing me tenderly. Her breath now felt musky, and I imagined this must be how I tasted to her. ‘Did you like that, my sweet?’ she crooned.

  ‘Oh yes, Miss Prior, so very, very much!’ I enthused.

  ‘Then it is time for you to show me how much you have learnt. Catherine, you must suck my cunny!’

  Cunny! My heart leapt at her very use of the word, a word which no one could use in polite society, Connie. It simply emphasised the thrill of how wicked we were being together.

  Although I had experienced much Sapphic pleasure at the hands of Miss Prior and Molly, my experience of giving had been limited to that single occasion with Betty, or rather, Lady Elizabeth, which I have already described to you. Now I was being asked to perform that function for Miss Prior, who had once again clearly indicated how high her standards were in this, as in everything.

  My apprehension must have showed, as she leant forward and bestowed another aromatic kiss upon my lips. ‘Do not worry, Catherine. I am certain we will have plenty of time to perfect your skills. Just do the job to the best of your ability.’ With that she rolled onto her back, awaiting my attention.

  I hauled myself onto all fours, looking down on my beautiful, naked mistress. Suddenly, I was overtaken with desire to be as intimate with her as possible. Leaning down, I kissed her on the mouth, taking her somewhat by surprise. I then moved down to her breasts, taking each nipple in my mouth and sucking them to stiffness once again, in a similar, albeit more brief, way than she had done for me. Miss Prior shivered and closed her eyes, as her hands reached up to stroke my tousled hair.

  Thus emboldened, I ran my tongue down the length of her torso, not wishing to break my contact with her. I felt her body shiver as I did so, a movement which became a violent trembling as I approached her more intimate place. I noticed, almost for the first time, the neat little patch of wiry hair that guarded the entrance to her inner sanctum.

  I trembled as my nose made contact with the tips, and was just able to see the way it shook as my breath, coming in stilted gasps, wafted over it.

  I felt her hairs on the tip of my tongue as I pushed on, knowing what I had to do. With nervous fingers I touched Miss Prior’s mound of Venus, hearing her sharp intake of breath as I did so. Then I was gently pulling the fleshy petals apart, growing more courageous as I realised I was giving my governess only pleasure, and not discomfort.

  Inside I found her slick and well oiled, a clear sign, I now understand, that she was ready for my attentions. Lifting my head momentarily, I swallowed, and then took a deep breath. Poking out my tongue, I plunged back in. Then I was licking her innermost treasure.

  Her taste was divine! Treating her sex as one would a tasty morsel of food, I did not rush. Instead, I savoured the sensation, enjoying first of all running the flat of my tongue up each of her nether lips in turn, having the reward of a violent shiver tear through Miss Prior’s body. After I had gorged myself to my delight on the outer gates of her temple of womanhood, I swallowed hard again, and then pushed my tongue tip into the very centre of Miss Prior’s secret place.

  The soft, sweet flesh yielded to the hardness of my tongue, and my governess let out a cry of pleasure. I pushed further inwards, and her writhing increased as I did so. Then I felt the very tip of my tongue hit the little button at the centre of her spot, and her whole body arched, pushing her lower lips against my upper ones. With an effort, and by seizing her buttocks, I managed to keep my mouth in contact with her organ of reproduction.<
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  On and on I went, flicking away at her central point of pleasure. Her legs moved like scissors, the milky thighs flashing up and down on either side of my head. Never before had I seen Miss Prior lose her self-control. Now it was almost frightening to hear her moans and cries, and feel the writhing of her body.

  Her cunny became wetter and wetter, soaking my lips, chin, and the tip of my nose. The knowledge gained from my limited experiences so far told me she must be nearing the final moments. And so she was. With one final lusty scream, she pushed her sex into my face, took hold of my hair in both hands and forced my mouth hard against herself, as her secret place began to pulsate violently.

  She lunged against my mouth, once, twice, three times, and then fell back, releasing the fistfuls of my hair which she had grabbed. She lay on the bed, limp and apparently exhausted. I looked at her lovely face, and it seemed so serene and peaceful that I decided upon a most bold course of action.

  Pushing myself up on my hands and knees, I crawled up the bed until my face was level with Miss Prior’s. Leaning down, I kissed her full on the lips. Her eyes opened slowly, and she smiled at me, a sweet, loving smile, such as I could never expect in the classroom, no matter how well I learnt my Latin verbs or recited my multiplication tables. It was the smile of a lover, Connie! Miss Prior and I had become lovers!

  And now to the most remarkable part of my story, the part that I have been longing to tell you. Miss Prior and I spent the night hugging each other, kissing and exploring each other’s flesh with hands and mouths. She made me spend, using her clever tongue and fingers to drive me to the limits of pleasure. Shortly before dawn, I was awoken from my fitful slumber, told to dress, and sent back to my own room before any suspicion could be aroused.