Mr Stephensons Fucking Machine
Back when coal was king and steam engines were the white hot leading edge of technology even having a wank needed a couple of maids to help get up stream.
Part 1.
"Mr Stephenson is here sir"
Arthur Cleghorn was a self made man, a man of vision, a modern man, a man prepared to embrace modern technology to its fullest degree.
"Send him up Perkins."
Arthur replaced the whistle on the speaking tube and paced up and down the Oak panelled reading room in the west wing of his as yet unfinished brand new mansion.
"Mr Stephenson, Sir."
"Ah Stephenson, good of you to come so quick, now this is ah delicate, a slight accident, mishap."
"Begging pardon sir I'm buggered if I know what you are on about."
"No I doubt a chap of your class would know, but, I better show you, now I hope you have a strong stomach because this is not for the faint of heart."
Cleghorn led him down the long corridor, through the dressing room and into the bed chamber where a pair of bare legs and a mass of curly black pubic hair emerged from a blanket held aloft by Josie and Kelly the two serving maids.
"Eee bah gum, its Belgian in't it, what's up with it Mr Cleghorn sir."
"So you know about fucking engines, Sid Longhurst said you knew all there was to know about fucking engines."
"Well I never saw one in use so to speak but yes what is problem."
"The ends busted off in Mrs Cleghorn you fool look."
They looked at the area between the raised legs.
Brass glistened faintly between slightly parted cunt lips.
"Spread yourself, let the chap have a good look at thine unmentionables."
"Thats as wide as they go" she wailed as the girls giggled.
"Josie, Kelly help her spread them cunt lips so as lad can see"
"Can I put my fingers up and feel?"
"If you must."
"Oh pleeeasee." Ada wailed.
"Her don't need bloody pleasuring lad, we wants it out. I got better things to do with my time than pleasuring that lazy cow."
"By heck Arthur you always did have a silver tongue" announced Mrs Cleghorn from behind her blanket.
"You would rather pleasure a serving wench than pleasure me" she moaned.
"So I bought you the Fucking engine, keeps going all bloody day if you stoke it so what you complaining about?"
"Bloody men" she moaned.
George examined the damage. "It's snapped off flush, operating rod has like, I reckon its threaded, can't she squeeze it out herself."
"She been trying all morning."
"In that case I will have to drill it and tap a thread then pull it out."
"How much."
"Two Shillings."
"Two bloody shillings"
"It's all I have on me."
"All you have, ah I see bloody funny, I suppose having your hand up bosses wife's unmentionables with him watching is bloody funny, any road just get and do it lad."
And so young George set to work drilling the broken brass rod with his hand drill, the work was tedious and Josie had to hold the brass egg still with her tiny hand deep inside Mrs Cleghorns cunt and the tiny flecks of brass had to be removed one by one as work progressed.
George worked methodically first a one eighth hole then a quarter he concentrated hard, finally he selected the drill to suit the new fine thread his friend Arthur Finstock had recently developed with twenty four threads for every inch.
"I'll tap it five sixteenths A F" he said.
"This technology is all bollocks to me lad and they all peered intently at Mrs Cleghorn's crotch.
"Pity we culd not borrow Albert Kodak's Camera Obscurer and get picture."
"Aye lad that would give lads a laff if it were printed in Pit magazine."
"Don't you bloody dare Albert, thems my unmentionables and I decide who sees them, I don't want all the lads in pit looking at me, wanting to have a go at, you know" said Mrs Cleghorn dreamily.
"She is getting very moist again Mr Cleghorn."
"Stop fantasising woman, yer getting all wet, how's lad supposed to work when yer cunts leaking like a busted boiler tube."
George inserted the Threaded Tapping tool into the hole ands gently turned it, it started cutting then the whole egg turned.
"Hold it firm lass, It's Josie in't it."
"Yes Mr Stephenson."
"See if you can reach round more like this."
He touched her hand guiding her, realisation hit him like an electric shock, suddenly he realised what he was doing, holding hands with a beautiful girl while she had her hand inside another woman, his hand shook.
"Thee needs sommat done about that young George."
"What is that sir."
"Yer pricks about to burst open, you needs summat done about it afore you do some damage. Show him our patent Water Closet, Josie and sort him out."
Josie took George by the hand and led him to the cubicle, he was unfamilliar with the technology, but Josie bolted the door and soon she had his breeches around his knees and was kissing the moist purple helmet of his manhood.
"This ain't right lass, I can't marry you if you get baby." he said.
"I can't get a baby like this you have to do this."
