The Gentlemen's Club: Volume One in the 'Noire' series by Emmanuelle de Maupassant Read Free Book Online Page B

relatively
unsophisticated in their knowledge of men, although he doubted not that a week
or two in the playrooms of this establishment would have opened their minds
considerably. At any rate, the experience seemed indubitably to have agreed
with them, since their complexions were rosy and their eyes glittered most
mirthfully. They had learnt quickly how to tease and flirt, with impish whimsicality.
Yet, they retained some degree of naïve ingenuousness.

 
    Giggling now, they sat up
higher in the water, so that their breasts were revealed: Hetty’s modest in size, with their girlish rosebuds; Daisy’s smaller, but delightfully
pert, with dark nipples placed high on the crown. The pair began to finger the
peaks of each other’s breasts, casting their eyes at MacCaulay ,
seeking interest in his expression, eager to stir him. Daisy then lowered her
head, to lock herself about the coral fuchsia of Hetty’s pale orb. There she sucked, her girlish mouth daintily nibbling. Hetty twined her arms about her companion’s neck and
shoulders, encouraging her in her task.

 
    The pair then rose fully onto
their knees, so that the peaches of their buttocks came into view and the down
of their pubic triangles: one dark ; one golden. Daisy
raised her mouth to that of Hetty and the two kissed
lightly, as if still testing how this might be done.

 
    MacCaulay had been watching the pair with natural interest,
since their antics were such as would rouse any man, but his thoughts remained
with Mademoiselle Noire, and his knowledge of the closeness of her body, naked
and alluring, within arm’s reach.

 
    Hetty then turned her back, so that Daisy might soap its
length, and stroke the graceful arch of her spine. Daisy moved her sponge over her
friend’s generous buttock, rubbing suds into the under-crease, and kneading the
slippery skin. The sight of the girl’s fingers fondling, squeezing and stroking
brought a small leap to MacCaulay’s cock.

 
    Mademoiselle Noire must have
detected a change in his face, for she looked at him pointedly and drew close
to his ear, so that he felt her breast brush his arm.

 
    Her voice was no more than a
whisper, her breath catching at the hairs of his neck. “What should Daisy do
next?” she asked.

 
    He licked his lips and turned
to look at Mademoiselle. Her movement towards him had lifted her breasts almost
clear of the water, so that he was tantalized; damp and full, the nipples
upward curving, how he longed to cup them, and lower his own lips to their
perfection.

 
    However, he sensed that she
wished him to wait, that her interest lay in his interaction with the girls
before them.

 
    Thus, he replied that Hetty’s cunny must be deserving of
attention.

 
    Daisy moved her hand into the
cleft of the other girl’s buttocks, to which young Hetty facilitated her access by bending towards the side of the tub, parting her
thighs slightly, so that her friend’s fingers might probe as they dared. Hetty’s labia were already plump, showing her excitement.
Daisy squeezed her sponge over their golden down, to remove the suds of the
bath.

 
    Daisy enquired, ”Like this
sir?”

 
    She gently inserted her two
middle fingers into her friend’s ready cunt, seeking the special spots which turn women weak. Hetty’s buttocks clenched a little and she rotated her cunny against the instruments
pleasuring her.

 
    As he watched this pretty
scene, MacCaulay remained aware of Mademoiselle still
so near, and then felt her hand move between his legs, seeking out his member.
She encircled the base of its trunk, then reached to cup
his testicles. She was pressed close now, her breasts against his arm, one hand resting lightly upon his lower back. Her chin was
at his shoulder, her lips almost touching his throat.

 
    Her fingers reached down further,
stroking his most delicate of parts, between his anus and his testicles. The
sensation was delicious, and he parted his legs so that she