Party Of The Third Part - Elena Meets Genie, Cunt First

Elena and Tom were unable to get back together over the next few days, but Genie crept up the stairs each night. Tom's old bollocks never went more than twelve hours without her draining them. She was a lonely child and had no one to really call a friend - except for the chauffeur and Tom was not only her friend, but also her lover and, sometimes, her only companion. She only accepted no from him, but still being very much a pre-pubescent child, pouted when denied. She'd grown so demanding of late, that he'd taken to spanking her when she acted badly. In any case, she managed to have his undivided attention and that was what she wanted.

On this one night, the Count and Countess had gone to London for a fancy-dress party and planned on not returning until the next day when Tom would come get them. Once again Elena was on kitchen duty, having become the de facto alternate night maid. Tom had caned Genie, then fucked her until she was just as tired as he and they fell asleep. Tom wanted a little rest since he'd have to motor the sixty miles or so to London to fetch the Count and Countess. They had departed with friends who'd come in the previous night and gotten the party started a day early. Around two o'clock, the doorbell buzzed, awakening Tom, but not Genie, she continued to sleep soundly. He arose, slipped into his robe and went to the door wondering irritably who might be needing his services. Just outside stood Elena, smiling shyly up at him.

"Uhm, I, uh . . ."

"Want to fuck," Tom finished wryly.

"Uhm . . ." Elena blushed a deep maroon and lowered her head. She'd been hoping not to anger him, but she felt as if she had.

"Come in, my sweet," Tom smiled taking her hand and pulling her in, "if you don't mind sharing. I have Genie in here with me and . . ."

"Yes, sir, Master Tom. I know, but . . ."

Elena suddenly raised her eyes to his and he saw the deep need in them. He and she had already had sex once and she wanted more. She'd lain with one of the town boys in the few days they'd been apart, but the boy had been totally unsatisfactory and she'd come to think that Tom was the only man who could fully satisfy her. The boy hadn't been as resilient nor as long-lasting and had left her more frustrated than satisfied. Tom smiled wolfishly down at her and quickly undid the pinafore's sash, opening her dress and pulling her camisole off to bare her lovely breasts to his leering eyes. She had such lovely breasts, something Genie still lacked and likely wouldn't have for another few years, maybe never, if she was to be judged through her mother, the countess. The woman was very slender, tall and willowy, but she had no bust to speak of. If he hadn't seen her nude a few times, he would have mistaken her for a young, feminine-looking man.

Tom led Elena into his front room, leaving her pinafore and camisole undershirt lying by the door. Sitting her on the sofa, he caressed her small, firm breasts, his old prick stiffening. They were so firm and conical, like the nose of a Minié ball, a very large Minié ball, to be sure. She whimpered her need softly as he tweaked and pinched her puffy, over-size nipples, bringing them to a new level of stiffness. Bringing her hands up, she grasped his large wrists, then caressed from there to his rough elbows. Tom knelt before her and pulled her hips toward him, pushing her short, nicely-rounded thighs apart.

She suddenly realised where he was going and pushed her hips up, squeezing her buttocks tightly. With a loud gasp of pleasure, she felt his tongue slip between her nether lips and lick upward, spreading her lips apart and flipping her firm little feminine nub. Pressing his mouth tightly to it, Tom captured her engorged nub between his teeth and bit gently. Elena almost screamed her pleasure, but remembering Genie in the other room, managed to quash most of it.

"You like that, my little slut?" Tom panted, diving back for more of her luscious cream.

Elena could not even begin to utter a sound. She could only pant and gasp like a fish out of water, her mouth working, but her mind blank. With an upthrust of her hips against his wet mouth, she gave a low, mindlessly keening wail as a hard orgasm ripped through her trembling, stiff body. As she fell back, her eyes fluttering rapidly, Tom stood, pushed her on her back, dropped his robe and dropped heavily atop her, in the same motion ramming his hard staff deep into her gapingly welcoming hole. Elena moaned as Tom pounded his hard cock into her. She soon opened her eyes and stared up into her old lover's face. This was what she wanted, what she most desired. This was the stiff pounding she loved from a real man who was taking her hard and rough. It was her innermost desire. She wanted a man to lead her and would willingly wear such a man's shackles and irons should he so desire. She wanted to belong, body and soul, to a man - maybe this man.

Another orgasm ripped through her, leaving her trembling and quivering happily. Tom had cum a couple of times in Genie already - once in her arse and once in her pussy, so he could go for long while. Then he got an idea. He wondered if Elena had ever sucked another woman's cunt. He'd had access to a set of twins may years previously and had not only enjoyed their sexual and oral pleasures, but had also watched and participated as they pleased each other. As Elena came down from her orgasmic peak, he slowed, stopped and finally pulled out. Elena smiled and started to arise, to take him in her mouth and finish him as she'd done several days previously, but he stopped her.

"Have you ever sucked on a woman's cunt?" he asked, sliding her onto his lap.

"N-no, sir," she shook her head uncertainly, wondering where he might be going with this line of questioning.

"Well, she isn't actually a grown woman. She's actually a young child with a woman's appetite," he scratched his chin, staring at the young girl thoughtfully, "do you recall how I sucked your cunt a few moments ago?"

Elena nodded slowly, a languorous smile spreading across her face.

"It was lovely," she continued to nod.

"Good, good," he caressed her nipple with one hand, pulling a pleased gasp from her, "I want you to do the same thing to Miss Eugenie, whilst she sucks my cock, do you understand? Tell me now if you don't and I'll explain it further, but one way or another, you will do it."

"Yes, Master Tom," Elena nodded hesitantly, recalling how his tongue and mouth had worked on her cunt and her little man-in-the-boat, "I think I can do it just as you want."

"Good, good," Tom smiled affably as the young girl caressed his chin, "wait until I have control of her head before touching her, understand?"

"Yes, sir," she nodded, meekly subservient.

It might be enjoyable at that, she thought, wondering how the little girl's cunt would taste. Tom set her on her feet and helped her off with her shoes and stockings. Then, with her padding silently behind him, Tom strode into his bedroom, where Genie still lay on her side, fast asleep, unaware of Tom's intent. As his weight crushed the mattress, she rolled onto her back in her sleep, a dreaming smile coming to her sweetly angelic face. He gently lifted her and set her down with her legs hanging off the edge of the bed. Elena positioned herself on her knees before the little girl's outspread slender thighs and watched for Tom's signal. He, in turn, straddled Genie's head and lay his stiff, cunt-wet cock on her angelic lips. Even in her sleep, her lips automatically fell apart, the corners of her mouth curving up with slumbering pleasure as she began nursing on his thick cock's head. Her eyes opened blearily as Tom gripped the hair on either side of her blond head and pressed deeper into her mouth.

"Um-m-m-mumph-h-h!" Genie crooned wordlessly.

She tried to bring her hands up to grasp his hard shaft, but he had them pinned under his arse. Turning his head he saw that Elena had taken her cue and was pushing the little girl's slender young thighs apart, pressing her head between them and burrowing her face and lips in Genie's sperm-full cunt. She paused for a second or two as her hands slipped curiously over the fresh welts on Genie's arse and the little girl flinched, but only for those seconds, quickly pressing on.

"That's my girl," Tom whispered with a deep sigh.

Both girls hummed in pleasure. Suddenly, Genie's eyes popped wide. She had Tom's thick prick in her mouth, so who or what was suckling on her. Tom had recently introduced her to cunnilinctus, but his mouth was nowhere near her cunt! She tried to close her legs, but an unseen pair of hands kept them apart. She felt unseen teeth nibble on her swollen little feminine nub and she gasped, sucking Tom's cock deeper into her throat with the sudden flash of pleasure. Then again that singularly marvelous nibble. Her hips bucked, and she no longer cared who or what was down there as a rushing orgasm pounded through her tiny body, sending her bucking hips into Elena's face.

Tom's bollocks tightened as Genie's eyes fluttered and rolled back in her head. He pulled back to let her get a quick gasp of air then rammed back down her throat. As the little girl's hips danced to Elena's nibbling tune, Tom groaned as if in pain and sent his seminal torrent flooding down Genie's gulping throat. He bent almost double over the little girl's face as he sent burst after burst of his hot, creamy sperm into her ravenously sucking mouth.

"Keep at it, girl," he ordered Elena as he rolled off to the side to watch.

By then, Genie was as helpless as a newborn babe. She gurgled and coughed some of Tom's cream up, swallowing it back and licking her lips as orgasm after orgasm crashed over her like the waves at Brighton Beach during a summer storm. Even had Tom not told her to keep going, Elena was hooked on Genie's cunt. The little girl's orgasmic cream went across the young girl's tongue and quickly disappeared down her thirsting gullet. A long while later, Genie lay as limp and unmoving as dishrag. Unable to do more than utter long, low, whimpering moans. Her cunt unable to do more than quiver dryly. Unable to get anymore of the little girl's cream, Elena sat back and, as she caught Tom's eyes, blushed.

"It was ever so scrumptious," she murmured defensively, dropping her eyes.

"Yes, I know it is," Tom smiled, "come, lick my cock clean, then go turn down the lights and come to bed with us for a nap."

"Yes, sir!" she responded eagerly and in less than five minutes all three were snuggled comfortably under Tom's comforter.

Tom awakened at five o'clock and shook his two girl's awake.

"You'd best get dressed and off to your kitchen duties," he admonished Elena, "and you need to go to your room. Nanny will be here soon."

Elena scurried sleepily around finding her clothes, then her shoes and stockings. Genie sat in bed, staring at Elena as Tom helped the young girl pull up her stockings, caressing the young girl's silky smooth, finely haired legs. Genie hadn't had much contact with the young maid before, usually only just in passing, but she knew the girl and knew how she'd been acquired. As Elena did up her pinafore sash, Tom slapped her firmly rounded arse.

"Help Miss Eugenie dress, won't you darling, there's a good girl," then headed for the bathroom.

Tom wanted them to talk to each other and get to know each other a little better and thought that a little time by themselves might do the job. He had an idea of the two of them together with him, in bed. Those twins of long ago had been a true delight. By the time he finished his daily duty and walked back in, they were giggling like a pair of schoolgirls - well, they were, weren't they?

"Shall I walk her to her room, Master Tom?" the sweet little Spaniard asked, "she is suffering some from the caning."

"If you think it necessary, you may," he nodded.

"Thank you, sir," the two chorused.

Genie did indeed seem to need a little help. Tom hadn't realised that he'd caned her that severely. Without saying so aloud, he promised himself that he would not do it again, regardless of how badly she misbehaved.

"I have some burn salve in my purse kit that I use when I burn myself," he heard Elena saying as she walked the younger Genie, an arm around her waist, out the door, "I will get it if you desire, Mistress."

"That sounds ever so kind . . . Elena, is it?"

"Yes, Mistress," Tom closed the door behind them as Elena helped Genie hobble slowly down the stairs.

The kitchen staff, as a matter of fact, the whole house staff, had a long, leisurely morning with the Count and Countess out and no house guests. Since there was no big breakfast to serve and only the staff eating, the kitchen was soon spotless and even the scullery wenches were outside sunning themselves lazily. When Tom stepped into the kitchen with his usual "good morning, all," Elena quickly set his place and fed him, setting a steaming cup of coffee within his reach. She hovered around him attentively, bringing him a second round of sausages and refilling his cup before it became empty. Cook grumped that she'd already been sent home and why the girl lingered was beyond her imagination. However, as she grumped, she gave Tom a knowing wink and tapped the side of her nose.

"Will you be after taking the wench home, then?" Cook teasingly elbowed Elena.

Cook had seen the girl come rushing down the stairs, all out of breath and adjusting her pinafore. The girl had come down the back stairs, the same way Tom went to his room. However, although Cook had reasoned that Tom was having his way with the young girl, she hadn't realised that Miss Eugenie's bedrooms were also available from this staircase.

"Why, I don't see any reason not to. It is on the way to London after all, isn't it?" Tom chuckled and caressed Elena's hand.

Elena blushed and gently took her hand back - she was the champion blusher, Tom thought to himself.

"It is really not necessary, Master Tom," Elena demurred softly.

"Why, of course it's necessary," Tom smiled, "why deprive myself of your company when I would gladly suffer it?"

The kitchen staff, lazing about and watching, laughed as he arose to his feet and took her hand again.

"Come, girl. I have to be off to London and be ready for the high and mighty Count."

Elena bowed her head bashfully, once more blushing as he pulled her to the door.

"Adieu all," Tom smiled and gave a dramatic flourish to the salute he gave them.

"Godspeed," he was offered in mocking return, "and don't forget to go to London!" someone called raucously.

He laughed with them as they laughingly waved. A few minutes later, they were in the car and on the road.

"Will you come in for a cup of tea?" Elena smiled broadly at the old man.

"Wish that I could, my pet," he shook his head, "but the roads between hither and yonder are treacherous and an hour or so dalliance could mean a very late arrival."

"Oh," Elena looked disappointed.

"However, I shall be back late this evening and you are welcome to join in with Genie and myself after bed time."

The young girl brightened. It would mean a walk in the dark, but it would be worth it.

"However . . ." Tom bethought his last words, "I am not sure that I want you walking the alleys after dark, so perhaps it would be best if you didn't come to me tonight and, instead, I shall work something up for tomorrow. Besides, I don't know what today will bring in London or the trip back and forth."

"Yes, sir," Elena smiled brightly. He did care for her, she thought.

Tom pulled up in front of her tenement and stepped out to get the door for her, escorting her to the stoop. She smiled her thanks and he tipped his hat, kissing her hand gallantly.

"Until tomorrow, then?" he smiled.

"Until tomorrow, Master Tom," she nodded and stepped in her door.

As the door closed behind her, Tom turned and climbed back in the motor car and pointed the nose North by West to London. It was sixty-five miles away, more or less, and he figured it would take him at least two hours even at the car's top speed. All those confounded small villages along the way. Cook had packed some dry sausages, bread and fruits along with water in case the Count and Countess desired some snacks on the way back, as well as a few sandwiches and some fruit and water for Tom. There were several public houses along the way, but he had no intention of stopping until he was in London. Likely their Lordships would want to stop along the way, which would make the trip even longer. Tom sighed and drove on.

He arrived at the Grand Marnier Hotel at one o'clock and was told that the Count hadn't yet arisen. Tom thanked the clerk and, leaving word to be called when the Count came down, stepped around the corner to the public house. Maybe he could scratch up some entertainment. He found a quiet corner at the end of the bar, ordered a stout and sat quietly sipping as he looked over the clientele. Nothing caught his fancy and his mind wandered back to the previous night.

Genie had come up earlier than she usually did - almost too early. Luckily she hadn't been seen climbing up to his rooms to possibly raise questions. It had angered Tom and he'd taken her into the back room and given her a good talking-to. She'd puffed up and argued with him, saying that she wanted to be near him always and why should it matter if anyone saw her coming up to his rooms. From there the tiff deteriorated until she'd screamed in frustration and anger. Tom had slapped her to shut her up. She'd then demanded that he apologize, but instead he threw her belly down onto the floor, ripped her nightgown off her, grabbed his most limber cane and whipped her sweet little arse. She tried to scream, but he shoved a corner of her own nightgown in her mouth, grabbed her by her hair and dragged her into the bedroom. Holding the gag over her mouth as she struggled to get free, he threw her across the bed and gave her another pair of stripes across her bare bottom. She tried to crawl farther up on the bed, trying to get away, but he grabbed her ankle and pulled her back and striped her arse again.

"You will behave," whap! "like my proper slut," whap! "when I have," whap! "you in," whap! "my hands!" Whap! Whap! Whap!

He raised his cane for another go, but stopped and stared down at her weeping, squirming little body. Her welts shone brightly, almost glowing in the dim light. She looked so innocent, so sweet, so sexily helpless. He threw the cane aside, his cock stiffening as he ran his hands over her red-welted, sweetly nubile body. Crooning soft words to her, he gripped her small, slender thighs, pressing her nether lips apart with his thumbs. Her cunt was dripping with her slick wetness, giving him pause as he realised that she'd had at least one orgasm as he'd caned her.

"YES! YES! Yes, Master Tom," she cried, hiccupping as she felt him spreading her soft lips, "oohm-m-m, please, sir."

Tom lifted her little arse up to his crotch and slowly pushed his very stiff cock into her wetly creaming cunt. The little girl softly moaned from the pain of her welts, the pleasure of his large, heavy prick filling her little cunt and the fiery pain. She stretched her legs out, her sweet cunt tightening, squeezing around Tom's prick and she grunted as she had another orgasm, leaving her shivering and shaking. As her little body eased, Tom rammed hard, all the way into her his hard belly slapping loudly against her glowing arse. Genie, cried out in pain, feeling the burn flashing through her, making her little cunt clutch Tom's driving prick tightly once more. Tom gasped. It felt so wonderful. Once again, he slammed into her and once again the little girl flinched, her cunt shuddering, clutching Tom's thick, hard cock.

"Master To-o-o-m-m-m," she suddenly wailed, tightened and grunted as she came on his plunging cock once more.

"Oh-h-h, yes, my pet!" he gasped, "yes! You have such a wondrous cunt, my child!"

He plunged in and out of her, bouncing her small body back and forth off the edge of the bed, making her recoil back onto him. Genie grasped the bedclothes, sobbing and crying out with the mixture of pain and delight. His belly hurt her as it slapped against her welted arse, but his plunging cock felt even more wonderful and combined with the pain to drive her almost insane with her childish lust. Moments later, the chauffeur emptied his bollocks into his pre-pubescent lover's cunt. She cried out her lust once more and, as his hot cream gushed into her, went into spinning into an orgasmic, bucking fit. The little girl buried her face in the bedclothes and screamed mindlessly. The pain from her blistered arse mixing with the pleasure of his cumming cock were more than she could consciously take.

Tom slowly collapsed forward, rolling to the side and inching up on the bed to keep from sliding onto the floor. He, too, had burst out in the most delicious orgasm he'd had in a long while. He reached down and, gripping one of Genie's arms, dragged her up beside him. She still snuffled and hiccuped as she turned to him and wrapped her short, slender arms around his chest.

After holding her gently for a few minutes, he pushed her back and, in the dim light of the moon shining through the windows, examined her nubile pre-pubescent body. He loved little girls. Loved their sweet innocence, their lack of guile and especially the feel of their smooth, unblemished skin. As Genie stared at him wide-eyed and wondering, he ran a hand over her small, gently mounded chest. She had that beautiful curving from her side up to her tiny nipples. So tiny. They were like grape pips and when he ran his fingers or his tongue over them, they grew just as hard and stiff. The little girl seemed to get at least as much pleasure from his fondling as he did. Her pleasure sounded in soft mewling gurgles, her hands coming up to cup the back of his caressing hand.

"Ah-h-h, child. How you drive me to extremes," Tom sighed, "I desire you so much that I must have you, yet you vex me just as much that I want to beat you severely. What am I to do with you?"

It was the first time that Tom had ever let her hear - no, the very first time he'd even admitted to himself that he felt this way for the little girl. Genie only understood what she felt and that was that she always wanted to be near him, whether he was fucking her or just sitting companionably with her and she wanted him only.

As Tom recalled last night, he remembered where he'd seen sweet little breasts like hers before. The breasts of everyone of his little girls had been different. They were like snowflakes, no two looked alike. Some had two little pink dots on skinny, chunky or average little chest. A few were advanced for their age and had small conical breasts. Others were somewhere in between the two extremes, but Genie's tiny nipples were pointed and had a little length to them, just like those other breasts.

He'd been twenty and hard up for money so he'd hired on with a steamer as a deck hand - a scut boy doing the jobs none of the crew cared to do. On board were three cabin boys, all roughly about twelve or thirteen as well as what he took to be a Captain's cabin girl. The girl turned out to be a boy, but not before Tom began lusting after the child, Terence by name. The other three cabin boys were amenable to the sexual advances of the crew - for a price, but Terence was never approached. He was the Captain's boy.

It was a long voyage, almost three months with no ports of call in between, which gave Tom plenty of time to befriend the boy - plenty of time to grow ever more horny, more desirous of plunging his cock into warm flesh. His own hand was calloused and rough and very unsatisfactory in the long term and the more he thought about it, the better the young boy looked. About two months out, he broached his desires to Terence - who readily agreed. Being the Captain's boy, he never thought of asking for money. What attracted the boy was Tom's good looks, one of the few good-looking men on board, and his courtly, by seafaring standards, manners and that Tom had always treated the boy as a fellow seaman, unlike most who rebuffed him or ignored him because of his relationship with the Captain.

They quickly set up a date for the next day since Tom had duty watch that night. When the day watch relieved him to go rest the next day, he met Terence in the main supply room. The boy was very talented both with his mouth and his arsehole. Never having been with a boy sexually - or any other male - Tom wasn't sure how to proceed, but the boy took the lead and hugged and caressed him as gently and lovingly as any girl or woman might and Tom soon lost his hesitancy.

The boy stripped his, then Tom's, tunic off. Tom pulled the boy to him as he dropped onto a sack of beans. The boy stood between his knees as the young man gripped the boy's narrow chest in his large calloused hands. Tom admired the boy's rapidly stiffening nipples. They were so wonderfully pink, surrounded by the boy's pale flesh. He looked up into the boy's smiling face as the boy, in turn, looked dreamily down into the man's glistening eyes, running his soft little hands over the man's caressing fingers. Tom's prick was stiff and hard, but he still had some qualms over plunging its stiff length into the boy's willing arsehole.

"Drop your clothes, love," the boy whispered, "I want to see all of you. I want to adore your prick. I want to kiss it and suckle it and make love to it, my darling."

Without speaking, Tom stood and dropped his knee breeches. With a strangled cry, the boy dropped to his knees and captured the young man's thick, turgid cock between his gently tender, cupped hands. He smiled up into Tom's eyes and stroked it up and down, pressing it to the side of his neck. Leaning his head on it, he captured it in the crook and, as he stroked it's length, pushed it back and forth along the fold of his soft throat.

"It is so good, my darling," the boy whispered, "so simply wonderful and delightful."

Tom dropped back on the sacks of beans and let the cabin boy do all the work. At first it was because he was unsure of what to do with a boy, but as the pleasure mounted, he found it better if he did nothing. The boy slipped Tom's cock out of his soft grip and spread his salivating lips over the burgeoning stiffness, taking it down and down and down, his hands slipping around his bollocks and caressing them softly. Tom had been suckled by prostitutes when he'd been able to afford them, but this was different. He'd never had anyone suckle him like this! The boy had him all the way down his throat. His swallowing gulps were deliciously constricting, tighter than any pussy Tom had ever felt. Not even his six year old cousin's pussy had been this tight and good, but then, she'd been used by several of her male relatives, as well, her father had been hung like a stallion. However, Terence's throat was like a tight, elastic silk sheath. Like that used by high-priced prostitutes and professional courtesans as condoms, but adding to that, it rippled up and down his length.

Just as Tom felt as if he was about to feed the boy his liquid lust, the boy let him loose and leaned forward, rising to his feet. With a practiced move, the boy squeezed Tom's cock, stopping the incipient burst, dropped his breeches and climbed on the sacks, straddling the man's hips. Tom's eyes dropped to the boy's crotch and the sight of the tiny worm, so stiff, straight and pointing toward him, almost made his cock flag. Terence quickly realised the problem and covered his stiffness, pulling it up and sliding his finger under his tiny sac.

"No-no, love," he whispered urgently, "look up at me, my darling, look up."

The boy could feel the wonderful stiffness fading as he sank Tom's cock into his wide-gaping arsehole. He grunted softly, breathing softly as the head slipped in through his muscular anal ring. With the heavy, bulbous flesh firmly within, the boy relaxed. The rest would quickly follow, however soft it was.

Tom turned his eyes upward, fixing on the boy's deliciously pink nipples. Reaching up, he ran his thumbs over them. The boy gasped and jerked, slamming his gaping arse down hard, his soft arse-cheeks bouncing off Tom's upper thighs. Once again, Tom realised that he'd never felt anything so tight and gripping. Not until he had his first pre-pubescent virgin would he find anything as tightly wonderful. For now, as the boy cried out his delight, Tom's prick began to regain it's former glory, pushing up into the depths of Terence's quiveringly clutching arsehole.

The boy's hands came up onto Tom's shoulders as he slid back and forth on Tom's belly. Without willing it, Tom's hands came up to caress the boy's smooth flanks. They felt no different than any woman's hips. The boy's buttocks were just as firmly yielding as any woman's and his arsehole - God, his arsehole! It was so tight and gripped him so wonderfully. Far better than any of the whores he'd ever paid for. With a sudden twist, he rolled the boy under him and crushed his back into the rough and coarse burlap sacking.

The boy cried out, wrapped his legs tightly around Tom's hips, pulling himself hard onto the heavily plunging, ever so delightful cock. Of a sudden, Terence stiffened and cried out again. Tom felt the hard little prick throbbing on his belly as it squirted the cabin boy's own load of boyish cream. As Tom realised that the boy had reached his orgasm, he plunged frantically into the depths of the boy's arsehole, pushing the lad's feet up by his head and blasting, like the steam generator's release, his own orgasmic lust. The boy pulled Tom's head to his young boy breast, whimpering and crooning soft words of lust and endearment into the young man's ear.

"That's my love," the boy murmured, gasping and panting, "that's the nectar of the gods! I adore it! Feed my arse your delightful heat!!"

The boy was truly talented both with his mouth and his arsehole. Tom and the boy carried on their affair as best they could throughout the rest of the voyage out and back and, although Tom could never bring himself to suckle on the boy's prick, they spent the hours they could steal together with the boy suckling and eating the young man's salty cream. The boy told him many times that it was more delicious than any buttery cream he'd ever had, more delicious even than his Captain's cum, which he dearly loved.

Tom's fellows soon discovered the ongoing liaison, it was hardly easy to hide in a commercial steamer, but they said not a word lest their own activities with the other cabin boys be curtailed. There were many nights that the boy came and awakened Tom and they hid themselves in some dark corner for a quick fuck or knobber. If the Captain suspected his cabin boy of infidelity, he said not a word - and the boy's sweet little breasts were what remained uppermost in Tom's memory.

Tom's reverie was interrupted by the pub keeper tapping his hand in front of him, his incipient hard-on retreating.

"Your Master sent the boy to tell you to pick him and Countess up by the side entrance," he laid a finger on the bar, "six pence, sirrah."

Tom dropped a couple of coins on the service tray and quickly departed.

It was another hour before his charges were safely seated in the automobile. The two service maids were made as comfortable as possible atop the long, flat boot and they began their journey back. That trip was slower, since Tom had to allow for the extra weight and the hazardous potholes. At one point, Tom had to hire a farmer to pull the automobile through a deep mud hole, not having realised how deep it was, which added to their travel.

The sun was westering when, about twenty miles from home, Tom ran the car into a pothole he hadn't seen. The wheel jerked left out of his hands and a tyre spoke cracked. As the car rocked back, the spoke splintered and took another spoke out, then it was like a domino trick as the subsequent spokes splintered and broke off. Luckily they were within a hundred metres or so of a small inn, The Goose and Duck, a place at which Tom had planned on stopping for a quick supper. He'd visited it many times in the past and had become very friendly with the landlord and his family.

Not to go into too long a tale, the man had three daughters and two sons. Tom had flirted with the youngest, a sweet little girl of five, and had managed to "tickle her fancy" the last time he'd been there. The landlord was an older gentleman, older than Tom by five or six years, with a young wife, possibly in her middle twenties. The landlord's woman was a half-wit and the man rarely paid much attention to her or the children. Consequently, when he didn't have them penned in back, they ran wild - like Wild West Indians, as Tom had once been told. His two serving wenches whored their services from the inn as well as servicing the landlord as his needs arose. Among the two wenches, they had five little bastards which had been given away immediately at birth. The old man's daughters were quickly picking up the serving wenches side trade and the oldest, a girl of thirteen was already earning more than her keep. The middle daughter, a girl of nine, had been taken as the sixteen year old son's personal property and he it was, who negotiated sales of her pre-pubescent cunt. Tom had once vouchsafed the boy when a local constable had nicked him after stealing a bauble from the local silver merchant. Eldred, the boy's name, had decided that Tom was a friend and, consequently, Tom became a friend to the family. The other boy, a raw-boned fourteen, usually ran loose, stealing or "finding" various valuables. It was a veritable den of thieves, but they treated Tom as a friend and rarely bothered any of his things or property, Eldred making sure of that.

Tom sent the oldest maid, a plain, heavy woman of middle years, to go and do the negotiating for a carriage to carry the Count and Countess up as well as to have them start their supper. He told her to say that it was for Tom Silverhead's charge, as the old man called him, and that Tom would guarantee their money.

Tom's mind worked on two tracks: the repair of the motor car and the return of his charges back to Albertson's Manse - the name of their estate which he, among others in the know, amusingly called Bacchus' Phallus. He realised that he'd have to spend the night here and would not be allowed to return until he drove the repaired motor car home. He kicked the broken tyre in frustration, noting the thick, dried mud on his boots. It would like mean another pair of boots. These were ruined by the thick Sussex mud.

"Will it be long, Tom?" the Count asked icily, irritated at this interruption of his nap.

"No, sire. I sent Anne ahead to bring a carriage and arranged for your supper. There is a small inn that, I am afraid, will have to suffice for you until I can arrange to have you and the Countess ferried to Albertson's."

"Well, hurry. The hunger is interrupting my rest and a good roast hen would be most welcome, there's a good chap."

The Count leaned back and closed his eyes, the Countess leaning her head on his shoulder. As complicated as their lusts were, they still seemed to be very much in love with each other. Tom shook his head in wonder.

"Yes, sire."