Part V

The Butler’s Tale, continued

Mr. Marchmont’s aim now turned to Henri. I had told you that we had paid the grandmother to turn a blind eye to our little games and so he could, no doubt, simply have seized the boy and had his way with him. And while he confessed to me he did find a certain stimulation in that idea, he decided it were as well to make the boy a willing participant in the sport. We put our heads together and I came up with an idea.

You remember, dear Beatrice, that Aurora had thought Henri attempted to peep on her and moreover had said how much she liked to bathe; so why not invite her to bathe in the much grander bath in this house? For there was a fine bushy tree just outside the bathroom window, and if I knew anything about a young boy just becoming aware of Cythera’s power, I knew Henri would scamper into its branches to see his sister about her ablutions. Of course, I did not tell Mr. Marchmont that my idea was partly inspired by Miss Alice who, as I know has told you, peeped into my pantry that day and had her first lesson in the delights of love. Though a lenient master, I am not sure he would take well to the knowledge I had so thoroughly inculcated his daughter into the ways of lubricity.

Aurora jumped at the chance to bathe, and I made sure that Henri overheard the plan. It did not take me long to heat a few large tubs of water and fill the bath, and as I was doing so I saw a disturbance in the tree outside the window. You may be sure I pretended not to notice it. I added some scented oils and a handful of flower petals and then the little girl dashed into the bathroom as I withdrew. She turned the lock and soon enough she was singing and splashing in the bath.

I apprised Mr. Marchmont of the situation. ‘Let us not spoil Henri’s pleasure just yet,’ said he. ‘But give him time to enjoy his naked sister. Then we will surprise him in the act.’

After letting young Henri take some pleasure in seeing his sister undress and begin her bath, Mr. Marchmont walked into the garden and pretended to discover the naughty boy by chance. ‘Henri, what are you about?’ said he. ‘Come down at once!’

Visibly shocked, Henri climbed down from the tree. Mr. Marchmont seized the girlish youth around the waist as he was nearly down, saying, ‘So, Master Henri, what have you been doing?’ The boy knew he had been caught in a very improper proceeding, spying on his naked sister. He tried to stammer out an excuse but Mr. Marchmont would have none of it. ‘And shall I tell your grandmother of your behaviour, young man?’ said he.

‘Sir! Oh no, she would whip me and I would never be able to look Aurora in the eye again,’ wailed the boy.

‘Well then, let me think on it. I will do nothing for now but you must come alone to the house tomorrow, at midday, and I will tell you what I have decided to do.’ Henri agreed to this and, still pale with fear, ran off.

‘Now, William, Henri will soon be mine and what a delicious morsel he will be! My blood is up now, and Aurora must cool it for me.’

I accompanied him up to the bathroom and, using a blade, quietly unlocked the door from the outside (an easy butler’s trick, my dear.) Mr. Marchmont stepped into the bathroom, greatly to Aurora’s surprise.

‘Oh sir, what are you about?’ asked the alarmed little girl.

‘I mean to share your bath with you, my dear’ said he, rapidly removing his clothes. The sweet child blushed to see his hard pego emerge, and shrank back a little as he stepped into the bath.

‘Come closer, dear Aurora,’ said he, lifting the little girl into his lap, his noble tool poking up between their bellies. He drew her lips to his and plunged his tongue into her mouth. I could see her little tongue battling with his, the erotic emotions beginning to overwhelm her. Then he had her stand and applied his eager tongue to her virgin cunny, while gently tickling her little pink arsehole but not penetrating her there. She sighed and placed her hands atop his head to keep her balance. ‘Oh - oh - ohhh - here comes the lovely feeling!’ she gasped as she spent ecstatically.

‘Was that not a pleasure, dear girl?’ said he. ‘But now you must make me spend.’ He sat upon the side of the bath and Aurora, an increasingly willing accomplice to his debauchery, kneeled in the water in front of him, taking the glowing purple head of his enraged penis between her lovely lips. ‘Caress my balls dear,’ he directed her. Being a child of just t****e years old, she could not fit much of his penis in her mouth, and so Mr. Marchmont stroked the lower portion of the shaft as she licked, kissed and sucked the head. ‘Little devil, you make me spend, open your mouth so that I may see my seed squirt out.’ She did so and he fired his jets of pearly white sperm all over her lips, tongue and teeth. ‘Now swallow, little one, for it is most invigorating.’ Again the wanton little girl obeyed, eagerly swallowing down every drop of his discharge.

‘The taste is so strange’ she said. ‘Does every man squirt like that?’

‘Indeed so’ was the reply, ‘but it is said each man’s juice tastes different. Why not see what Mr. William’s tastes like?’

I scarcely needed urging to step forward. Soon, her wet hands were eagerly unbuttoning my trousers to let my stiff cock out. ‘Oh, it is thinner than his,’ said she, ‘and the tip a lighter colour.’ Taking my weapon between her pearly teeth, she ran her tongue all over the head and applied both her dainty hands to the shaft.

‘That’s it, my girl,’ said Mr. Marchmont. ‘You are a fast learner and we shall make you quite the accomplished fucker between us.’

I reached my hand forward to cup her sweet childish breasts, revelling in the soft, white flesh. Stimulated beyond bearing by the little girl, the sperm boiled up from my penis, filling her mouth. The volume of liquid was too much for the poor dear and I squirted the last of my spendings all across her hands and face. Breathless, the girl licked her lips and worked the sperm on her hands into her bubbies.

I put my now softened tool back into my breeches while Mr. Marchmont sponged the girl’s face clean. He lifted her from the bath and, taking a towel, dried her. Then he began to dress her, a procedure he seemed to take great pleasure in, pressing her apparel to his nose before placing it on her.

‘Now, my dear child, let us discuss your brother,’ said he. ‘Do you know that he was spying on you as you as you bathed?’

‘The bad boy!’ said she (but with no true anger in her voice, for clearly she found the idea appealing). ‘I shall tell grandmamma and she will punish him.’

‘No, my dear, we will punish him, how about that?’ said my employer.

Aurora liked this idea, especially after Mr. Marchmont explained how he had set the trap. She agreed to come to the house a little before Henri’s appointment so that we could hide her behind a curtain and let her observe our obscene games. We then sent her back home, having extracted her promise not to breathe a word of our sport.

The little girl was as good as her word and betimes the next day was ensconced behind a floor-length drape in which I had cut a little peephole. Shortly after she was in place, Henri came in to face his punishment. He was morose and hung his head, fearful about what was to happen to him.

Mr. Marchmont was sitting on a sofa and I could see his cock already a little swollen in anticipation to the delights to come. Henri stood in front of him, awaiting his doom.

‘Now, Master Henri, tell me what you were about yesterday. Do you think what you did was proper?’ said he.

Henri spoke quietly, a tremble in his gentle, girlish voice. ‘It was very bad, kind sir, but I could not help myself. I do not know how it is but in the last few months when I observe Aurora I feel so strangely excited and when I think of her legs and bottom and oh her swelling chest... ‘ He tailed off, blushing to have said such things. Yet the thought of his sister’s charms overcame his fear, for I could see a twitching in his breeches as his little cock began to come to life.

Mr. Marchmont observed this too, and placed his hand on the growing bulge. ‘You get hard here, is that is, my dear?’ said he. Henri gasped and blushed even more deeply. ‘Oh sir, should you be doing that?’

‘There is no shame in it, Henri, we are just boys together, are we not? See, the thought of your lovely sister has the same effect on me.’ So saying, he unbuttoned himself and let forth his noble tool. Stiff and hard it sprang up.