La Fellation, la Sodomie

Three men joking and chatting in French, the windows and furniture giving the room a Mediterranean feel. A knock on the door, one of them getting up to open it, giving a warm welcome, bringing a woman inside.

All the men standing, kissing her cheeks, enquiring about her journey. The woman smiling, occasionally laughing, a bit too readily, as if released from a nervousness about how pleased the men would be to see her. Sitting on the sofa, accepting the offer of a glass of water. Looking at the camera occasionally, giving it a special smile, acknowledging its presence.

The scene unfolding on the screen before me. Its sexuality, distinctively French. The sense of fierce rectitude, happily coexisting with utter debauchery. In the culture, also in the head of one person, as with her.

The woman neatly and demurely dressed, soft hair curls, spectacles of perfect proportion. The men asking her questions about sex, not in prurient interrogation, more in the way of trying to understand. The woman thinking, blushing, answering. The men sympathetic, encouraging. No sense of intimidation from them, or of fabrication from her.

What’s your husband think of you coming here? How often do you give him la fellation. Do you enjoy it? Do you like la sodomie? The questions flowing, the woman thinking, answering, laughing. The humor in her face containing an edge of defiance, as if saying, well, if I’m going to be here, might as well not hold back.

One of the men taking her hand, helping her out of the sofa, turning her round, lifting her skirt, showing the camera her bottom. Pulling aside her thong, pulling her cheeks apart, showing a neat pussy and delicate sphincter. The camera panning to the woman’s face, the woman acknowledging with a smile.

The three men and the woman stripping off their clothes. The woman lying on the sofa, one man kneeling between her legs, licking her. The woman’s whole body flushing, her breathing becoming shallower, words when uttered coming out in a mumble. A sense of being continuously on the edge of climax. A combination of intense intimacy and erotic charge.

A man’s condomed cock entering her. Her hand holding another cock. The third man holding his cock near her face, her mouth drawing to it without thought, her lips caressing its tip. The scene continuing, lovers making love, talking, smiling, the men showing small gallantries. Changing position, making love again.

After a while, too much for one of the men, his body stiffening into her, releasing. The woman looking up at him, smiling, strong in this affirmation of her power.