As his Fucking Machines increase in popularity, George fights for his Fanny
Will our working class hero George with his steam powered Cottage defeat the aristocratic prat Lord Arthur with his crumbling Mansion.?
Arthur Cleghorn sat at his magnificent dining Table in his brand new red brick Mansion entertaining the Dowager Lady Maplethorpe arguably the most awful person in the whole of Newcastle and even in Yorkshire area she would have made top two hundred, and her effeminate stuck up prat of a son Arthur, seventeenth Baron Maplethorpe.
"Arthur went to Cambridge, studied classics"
"What does he know about mining?" asked Arthur Cleghorn
"Lord Maplethorpe is a gentleman of leisure father." Fanny replied.
"How much brass thee got?" Arthur Cleghorn was blunt, to the point and no fool.
"One lets ones agent worry about such matters" laughed Lord Maplethorp, knowing his finances depended on marrying well and quickly.
"And you are in't Army? Arthur asked innocently.
"Reserve Sir, half pay, Major and all that." confirmed Maplethorpe.
"I were in Militia for a piece, come home me sweetheart were up duff from me mate"
"I am sorry sir" said Maplethorpe.
"Mr Cleghorn, such matters are not for the Dinner Table,"admonished Lady Maplethorpe.
"Can't talk mining, can't talk brass, can't talk women, I'll go check the Geordie"
"What is a Geordie?" asked Lady Maplethorpe.
"Please not at the Dinner Table Lady Maplethorpe" giggled Fanny.
The Cleghorns had two Fucking Machines, La Cuntraption Belgique as modified by George Stephenson and a genuine Stephenson steam fucking machine, nicknamed "The Geordie".
George and his wife Ada after much soul searching had agreed that the Geordie should be made available to Lady Maplethorpe in the red guest room while she, Ada, made do with La Cuntraption Belgique, or perhaps even Arthur himself if he could leave the Newcastle Brown Ale alone for the evening.
Arthur Cleghorn knew roughly how much Lord Maplethorpe was worth and that was less than nothing, the creditors were waiting to pounce, in fact Gribblesdyke Investments which had quietly acquired all the mortgages on the Maplethorpes estates was Arthur Cleghorn's own company, and yet Fanny loved the prat.
Just because he had a Titl, well he Arthur Cleghorn could buy Stephenson a bloody title for about two thousand, less if the Liberals got in, and Stephenson might get a Knighthood for free if his rocket got to the moon and found coal there, Arthur reasoned.
Kelly the senior maid was just testing the "Geordie," the Stephenson Mk1b Fucking machine, Josie stoked the boiler and manipulated the controls, Hiss, pock, Hiss, Pock, Hiss, Pock. the connecting rod whirled around between the shining flywheel and the piston between the girls legs pounding her with a steady rhythm. he feet strapped securely to the frame of the machine as she lay with her knickers and petticoats neatly folded beside her and her skirt around her waist with her bodice undone as she kneaded her breasts as she writhed in ecstasy.
"Works then" Arthur Cleghorn, noted.
"Yes sir." Josie agreed politely.
"Hand us Chamber Pot I got a stiffy"
"Oh sir let me" cried Josie and unbuttoned his breeches, she held his manhood and kissed the tip and as he let fly she deftly caught the flow in the white glazed pot with the pretty floral imagery around the rim.
"Good Lass" Arthur thanked her and handed her two pennies for her trouble.
Kelly sighed as the engine slowed and stopped, the safety valve lifted with a roar and Josie loosened the straps and Arthur helped the exhausted girl to ease away from the machine, the piston came clear with a loud plop and Kelly recovering quickly dressed.
"Oh Mr Cleghorn sir you saw everything," Kelly giggled, "I am so ashamed"
"Don't be silly girl you look bloody gorgeous, shot me load just looking at you, here have two pennies."
Lady Maplethorpe was ready for her bed at 9 o'clock, she habitually retired early to save candles and was astonished to find Kelly and Josie waiting to attend to her.
She refused to use the new fangled water closet preferring to foul the chamber pot and insisted on a cold bath in the hip bath in her room, spreading a huge cape over her before undressing to hide her nakedness.
The "Geordie" was in the dressing room.
"What pray is that?" she enquired,
"A Fucking machine Madam" said Kelly prettily.
"Don't be impertinent, I can see it is a Machine, what is it for? the Dowager demanded.
"Fucking Madam," Kelly explained.
"I shall have you sacked for impertinence girl" the Dowager threatened.
Kelly lost it, her mum worked in coal mine and her veneer of civility was paper thin.
"Look you old cow" she manhandled the old lady.
"Your feet goes here" Kelly dragged the Dowagers feet into the leather straps.
"And this goes up there" Kelly pulled the Dowager's cape from her exposing her flabby, blotchy, overweight body to daylight for the first time in years.
"Should have done the piston first Kell" chided Josie, "Pull the clevis pin out and reset it."
Kelly pulled the pin retracted the piston and jammed it in the Dowager's aged and parched slit. Josie gave the piston a few squirts of Clegg and Wood's second grade patent steam and machine oil, then Kelly replaced the clevis pin and its retaining split pin, and gave a thumbs up to Josie who applied steam. The piston shuddered and the machine hissed but the old cow's vagina was too tight and dry, her screams blended with the Hhhhiiissssss of the straining steam engine yet the piston remained jammed firmly, while the pressure was at maximum and the safety valve about to lift.
"Push on the rim of flywheel Kell" suggested Josie as she pushed in her turn and both tried to turn the flywheel.
Slowly oh so slowly the penetrator piston eased in and out of the little used cunt and again the old bitch screamed, the safety valve roared and inch by inch the piston eased in, then out Hiiiiisssssssss, suuuucccchh, Pock, Hiiisssss, so slowly yet with 25 pounds of steam pressure and another good dollop of steam oil with two girls straining the machine slowly eased the aged flesh apart the piston gradually spreading the steam oil to lubricate her innards and quite suddenly the Geordie began to master the job allowing the girls were able to stand back as Hiissss, Pock Hisss Pock, Hiss, Pock, Hiss, Pock, the Geordie laboured and strained but gradually increased speed as it manfully began to fuck the old crone unaided.
The Dowagers eyes widened and she went to cry out, Josie shoved a wet bath towel in her gob shutting her up, then as the Geordie picked up speed they saw the old cow grabbing at her own tits with her hips began to thrust against the engine. Josie let go of the towel as she realised the engine was racing.
"Its over speeding Kell!" Josie shouted, the old bitch had become wet and the Geordie was up to nearly 100 RPM. the exhaust became a purr until Kelly screwed down the regulating nut for sixty RPM, or one thrust each second to save wear on the big end.
"Oh my lord, Great god in heaven, Jesus be praised I have found heaven upon earth" the Dowager screamed, as she spat the towel from her gob, she was in uncharted territory, she thought back, to her wedding night her Husband's fumbling, then her innards cruelly invaded, and then she had woken to see her husband and the best man, conjoined, she never forgave him, one fumbled insertion one son, and now this, she could never have dreamed of such pleasure, she thought of all the wasted years.
Twenty minutes of pleasure was all the girls dared allow the old bat as they thought either her cunt would rip open or her heart would fail with the excitement, so eventually they shut off steam down onto the pilot valve and the pounding changed to a gentle sighing as the speed fell away. They feared she had overdone it. He makeup was all cracked around her mouth as it was unable to stick to the sweat pouring from her and she was completely unable to stand or speak coherently.
Kelly and Josie carried the Dowager naked and exhausted to her bed still bathed in sweat and stained with her own juices. then following the instructions they damped down the fire and filled the boiler water on the Geordie and went downstairs.
Arthur Cleghorn admitted defeat, "All right Fanny you can marry the prat."
"And the Dowry?" asked Lord Maplethorpe.
"Thee wants jam on it, so what do thee want?"
"Ten Thousand?" asked Lord Arthur
"Two more like" replied Arthur Cleghorn.
"Five then" suggested Fanny.
