5 comments/ 30283 views/ 12 favorites Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 01 By: LC10 With apologies to Jane Austen! * Chapter I Plans Are Made It s a truth universally acknowledged that a single woman in possession of a desirable body, a pleasing disposition and an agile mind has the wherewithal to attract a rich husband. Rich young men, however, are mainly interested in nubile women who are prepared to make themselves agreeable, that is to say available, outside the irksome bonds of matrimony. This is the dilemma facing a spirited young woman; she must either marry an older man incapable of satisfying her sexual needs or find herself the continual object of young men's' lusts until her sexual allure begins to fade. Elizabeth Bennet heartily resented these restrictive dispensations and was not inclined to be either a submissive prostitute, opening her legs to the highest bidder in the matrimonial stakes, or a virginal spinster. "Really Elizabeth it is all quite impossible, I don't know what is to become of us when your father dies. I cannot bear to think of how we shall be put out of house and home by that odious man Mr. Collins," Mrs Bennet said bitterly. In the likely event of Mr Bennet dying without a male heir, his estate was entailed to Mr Collins. "He is indeed an odious man, yet you wanted me to marry him mother," said Elizabeth "Some sacrifices are really beyond the call of family duty." "But what is to be done?" asked Mrs. Bennet tearfully. "You must have a son and heir," said Elizabeth calmly. Mrs. Bennet stared at Elizabeth in amazement. She had married Mr. Bennet as a nubile young girl some twenty years ago. During that time she had produced four daughters and no sons. While still a very attractive women she no longer aroused the fierce passion in Mr. Bennet that characterised the early years of their marriage. They now occupied separate but adjacent bedrooms and Mr. Bennet now rarely felt sufficiently aroused to claim entry either to her bedroom or her body. This was doubly disappointing to Mrs. Bennet who still clung to the hope of producing a male heir and retained a healthy enjoyment of sexual intercourse. "You must be aware that Mr. Bennet and I are not as intimate as we used to be," said Mrs. Bennet regretfully, "and in any case we seem to be predisposed to produce daughters." "Yes mother, I know but there is a way round the problem. I have already discussed it with father and he agrees; you must take a lover" Mrs. Bennet felt a flush of excitement; although she would never admit it to her daughter. She was accustomed to discretely observing the young men and militia officers in attendance at the local social events in Merytown; their tight fitting breeches were a great source of interest to her, particularly when she observed evidence of sexual arousal brought on by, among others, her youngest daughter Lydia. Fortunately for Mrs. Bennet's peace of mind, she was unaware that Lydia had, as it were, first hand experience of the contents of more that one dashing officer's breeches while in seated in secluded arbours. "Did you have anyone particularly in mind?" said Mrs. Bennet faintly. "We did consider Sir William Lucas," said Elizabeth, "but he has produced two daughters and so is probably not an ideal choice; and in any case we need someone young and vigorous." Mrs. Bennet did not feel disposed to disagree with these sentiments but felt it might be unseemly to say so. "You must leave it to me mother, I will find someone who is both suitable and discrete." And there the matter was allowed to rest, as the butler had come in with the post. There was a letters from her friend Charlotte who had, much to Elizabeth's astonishment, married the odious Mr. Collins. Lydia Bennet had been sent to stay with the Collins in the hope that she might be taught to behave with rather more decorum, after some suitable advice and instruction from Mr. Collins. Elizabeth retired to her room to read her letter. Chapter II Lydia's Indiscretions Hunsford, near Westerham, 15th October Dearest Elizabeth, You will be glad to hear that Lydia arrived here safely with my sister Maria. For the first week Lydia was in a very gloomy and contrary mood but now under the regular tutelage of my beloved husband she has improved marvelously. Mr. Collins visits her room every night before she retires to instruct her and join her in bedtime prayers. Lydia says she has come to look forward to this as the highlight of her day. She has found it such a relief to be able to reveal everything to my dear husband. All this is taking a heavy toll on Mr. Collins; every night he returns to our bedroom absolutely exhausted with his endeavours on Lydia's behalf. This is a grave source of concern to me as our benefactor, Lady Catherine, is insistent that we must produce a son and heir immediately. She keeps a chart of my menstrual cycle and only permits us to be intimate during one critical period each month; she is even kind enough to send a messenger with a note to remind us of the day. This month, on account of his exertions on Lydia's behalf, Mr. Collins has been quite unable to meet his matrimonial commitments and I am dreading having to explain it to Lady Catherine. On a happier note Maria tells me that Mr. Bingley and his sisters and friends have taken up residence at Netherfield and there is talk of weekend parties and balls. I'm sure that you and your sisters are looking forward to an eventful time. My kind love to your parents. Yours ever, Charlotte Collins By the same post Kitty Bennet had also received a letter from Lydia and she too retired to her room to read it. Dear Kate, When you have read this letter you must promise me that you will destroy it immediately. On no account let our saintly sisters see it. I'm having a deliciously wicked time and if they found out I'm sure they would insist that I return to Longbourne, they are such terrible spoilsports. When I first arrived I was terribly depressed; you know what Mr. Collins is like and not a half-presentable man in the entire neighbourhood. Lady Catherine De Bourgh, before whom the whole county bows down, looks like a suitable mate for Mary Shelley's monster, and her daughter Anne would have trouble finding a man even if she stood on the docks at Tilbury as the sailors disembarked after returning from a long sea voyage! But let me get on with my adventures. One afternoon before dinner, I was taking a bath, but as the water wasn't warm enough, I sent the maid off for a pitcher of hot water. A few moments later there was a knock at the door and I called out' come in,' thinking that it was Wilkins returning with the hot water. Imagine my surprise when into the room stepped Mr. Collins. When he saw me in my tin bath his eyes nearly popped out of his head. I don't think he had ever seen an unclothed woman before. His face turned a strange shade of red and he stammered and stuttered and looked wildly around. I asked him to pass me a towel, but the poor man was quite unable to understand what I was saying and he simply couldn't take his eyes my tits; naturally I made sure that he had a good view! I asked Mr. Collins what he wanted but he was quite incapable of speech and he turned and bumped hard into the doorframe before finally managing to find his way out. That evening at dinner Mr. Collins was strangely silent but I noticed that when he thought Charlotte's attention was distracted he looked at me with a more than brotherly interest. I slipped my right shoe off and gently touched his leg under the cover of the table. Mr. Collins started and coughed and his wife asked him if anything was the matter. Their dining table is not wide so I moved my toes up to Mr. Collins crotch and let it rest there and then gently pressed. There was an immediate stirring in his genital region followed by more coughing. As Charlotte was becoming concerned about her husband I desisted from further teasing but with the satisfaction of knowing that I had aroused the virtuous Mr. Collins' lust. I haven't got time to tell you more, as I must catch the post. I'll write again soon. Your affectionate and wicked sister Lydia Chapter III Mr. Collins' Temptation As Mr. Collins lay in bed that night, he was unable get the image of Lydia sitting in her bath out of his mind. Even his prayers had been interrupted by a less than beatific vision; lustrous golden hair, challenging big blue eyes, and oh those magnificent breasts. Lydia was right; Mr. Collins had never seen his wife's breasts fully exposed, and they were no match anyway for Lydia's beautiful orbs. Even more of a mystery to him was his wife's genital region and he always had the greatest difficulty navigating his penis into her sexual orifice in the discrete darkness of their bedroom. The result of this was that his ejaculations invariably failed to reach their intended target and Charlotte was still a virgin. Mr. Collins became aware that he had a fierce erection much more compelling than he ever known. He thought of turning to his wife for relief, but this was not their night for sexual intercourse and Lady Catherine would certainly not approve. Mr. Collins observed that his wife was soundly asleep and slipped quietly out from the bed and went out onto the balcony which ran the full length of the upper storey. He stared out into the darkness of the garden and sighed deeply. Why had God allowed him to be tempted so severely? Gradually he realised that there was still a light showing in the next bedroom; Lydia's bedroom. Not knowing quite what he intended to do, Mr. Collins tiptoed along the balcony until he reached the un-curtained window of Lydia's bedroom. Cautiously he looked in and observed Lydia completing her preparations before retiring for the night. As he watched she slipped her nightdress of her shoulders and began to wash her exposed breasts. Mr. Collins watched, beside himself with excitement and lust. How he yearned to touch those beautiful soft milky-white orbs. A tiny sigh of repressed lust escaped his lips which reached Lydia's ears and caused her to look towards the window. Mr. Collins retreated back to his bedroom as quickly and quietly as he could. Curious as to the cause of the strange noise, Lydia stepped onto the balcony and walked towards the Collins' bedroom. Mr. Collins lust instantly turned to terror as he heard Lydia's barefoot approach to the tell-tale open door of his bedroom. Lydia stood in the doorway and immediately understood. As she stood there the moon came out from behind the clouds revealing Lydia's beautiful body in clear outline beneath her thin nightdress. Such was Mr. Collins' mortal fear of discovery that this normally very stimulating sight failed to stir his penis from its limp condition. Smiling to herself Lydia retreated to her own room. Lydia was a born exhibitionist, just like her mother; if Mr. Collins wanted to spy on her she would be delighted to encourage him. Happy now, Lydia retired for the night and turned her thoughts to remembrance of a thrilling encounter with Captain Percival at the Merytown assembly rooms just a week before she was sent in disgrace to stay with Mr. & Mrs. Collins. During the course of a passionate embrace he had been permitted to unfasten her bodice and fondle her breasts. Subsequently he had unfastened his breeches and guided Lydia's hands onto his erect sexual member. Unfortunately, they had been interrupted before Lydia could fully investigate. She fell into a reverie about what might have been and, after a little gentle assistance from her fingers in her genital region, finally fell into a contented sleep. Chapter IV Weekend at Netherfield After an initial formal exchange of visits between the Bennets and the Bingleys, Jane and Elizabeth found themselves invited to a weekend party at Netherfield. The party consisted of Charles Bingley, his unmarried sister Caroline and his married sister Mrs Louisa Hurst and her husband and two of Bingley's London friends, Mr Darcy and his half brother Mr. Wickham. Jane Bennet had already established a firm friendship with Caroline Bingley and it was apparent that Charles Bingley also looked on her with some favour. Since Caroline Bingley virtually monopolised Darcy, Elizabeth found herself in the company of George Wickham. He was a charming and amiable young man and it amused Elizabeth to observe that he was eyeing her up with the clear intention of charming her into bed if at all possible. After dinner, as they sat apart from the card games, he indulged in a little preliminary flirtation. "Miss Bingley and Darcy seem to greatly enjoy each others company do they not?" "I'm not sure that Mr. Darcy has any choice in the matter", Elizabeth replied acidly. "Is it not appropriate for a young woman to make her feelings for a man apparent? Must it always be the man that makes the first move? A great deal of embarrassment could be avoided if a man was sure he was on firm ground before making advances to a lady." "I'm sure that no such scruple has ever deterred you, Mr. Wickham". Wickham smiled in acknowledgement of her comment. "You are quite right, and I must confess that I find you uncommonly attractive Miss Bennet: but I suspect that if I were to ask you to join me on an unaccompanied stroll in the grounds you would decline." "You are indeed correct in your assumption Mr. Wickham." "Then perhaps you would care to come and watch Darcy and I play a few frames of billiards? I believe Miss Bingley has already consented to accompany us." Elizabeth gracefully declined and wondered if Caroline Bingley was fully aware of the hazards involved in entering such an exclusively male domain. It was after all, just a continuation of the men's after dinner smoking room conversations, where lewd speculations about their female companions were usually high on the agenda. Elizabeth was not in the least shocked by the contrast between the men's public and private behaviour. Indeed she found it rather amusing and would have greatly liked to eavesdrop on their candid opinions concerning herself and the other ladies. After the three of them had departed and as Jane and Charles Bingley seemed to be fully engrossed in each other's company Elizabeth decided to take a walk in the grounds before retiring to bed. Returning towards the house some fifteen minutes later, Elizabeth happened on a path that took her past the billiard room windows. The curtains were open and looking in, she observed that Caroline Bingley was bent forward over the billiard table, her dress rouched up ever her waist and bereft of any underwear. Wickham had removes his breeches and was standing behind her his hands clasping her bare breasts while vigorously fucking her. Elizabeth observed the proceedings with some interest. While not inclined to describe the scene in such a vulgar fashion, she was previously unaware that a man could entered a woman from behind, in the standing position; although she could see the method had some utility when a suitable horizontal surface was not available. Her own rather vague notions of sexual congress between a man and a woman tended to be based on illustrations from Greek legends. Gods were usually to be found communing with their amours surrounded by expensive draperies, exotic fruits and attentive nymphs rather than spread out across a billiard table. Invariably the body of the female would be fully exposed whereas the male was usually observed from the behind, gazing at his loved one; the full extent of his passion, namely the size of his phallus, hidden from view. On the rare occasions when the God was to be discovered looking out of the frame his modesty was always preserved by the protective hand of his companion. Elizabeth reflected that what she was observing was more like farm animals copulating in a field rather than Gods making love in Elysium. Elizabeth was about to move on feeling rather disgusted by what she had observed when Darcy, who was bent over the other end of the billiard table sizing up a shot, casually stood up. Elizabeth observed with a frisson of delight that he too was almost naked and rampantly erect. Elizabeth had often admired illustrations of Michelangelo's 'David' and taken pleasure in the strong muscular masculine lines of the body. Darcy was more than a match for the statue and his genitals were of an appropriate size for his physique rather than scaled down for prudish reasons. Elizabeth was transfixed, he was the very image of a powerful God; the apotheosis of all her romantic and sexual longings. She became aware of subtle changes in her own body. Her breasts hardened and her nipples became erect and she was conscious of a pleasurable feeling in her vagina. Her previous fastidious distaste for the tableau vivant evaporated; she would be extremely happy to be laid over the billiard table naked with Darcy standing behind her. There was just a slight residual anxiety about how she could possible accommodate his massive phallus in her tiny vagina. However it was evident that Miss Bingley was not having any trouble accepting Wickham's equally large member which was being vigorously deployed to her evident and audible delight. Suddenly Darcy started towards the window and Elizabeth swiftly moved to the side; scarcely daring to breath. The possibility of discovery both appalled her and stimulated her. She trembled at the thought of Darcy standing naked at the window just a few feet away. After a few moments he closed the window and drew the curtains. Miss Bingley's exclamations of pleasure grew even louder. Clearly Darcy was now applying his magnificent member for Miss Bingley's further sexual satisfaction. Reluctantly Elizabeth retraced her steps to the house and waited in the drawing room for the return of the naughty threesome. Charles was still mooning over Jane and the Hursts had retired to bed. In due course the billiard room party returned. Elizabeth noted a high pink flush on Caroline's cheeks while Wickham exuded his usual casual charm. Darcy's face gave away absolutely no information whatsoever. "Did you enjoy your games?" Elizabeth began innocently. "I imagine a lot of skill is required to get balls into holes with those long shafts." Wickham looked at her quizzically but nodded in agreement. "And how about you Miss Bingley, did you find it interesting?" She continued. "Miss Bingley found it both interesting and enjoyable," Wickham interjected on her behalf. Miss Bingley was really in no state to take part in an intelligent conversation. The two rampant young men had been fucking her vigorously and continuously for more than thirty minutes during which time she had experienced the most exquisite multiple orgasms. As she had neglected to replace her underwear, she could now feel the abundant issue from their loins oozing down her thighs and she realised that embarrassing stains might soon start appearing on her dress. Shortly afterwards, pleading tiredness, she bade them all good night and left the room. Jane also said she had a headache so Charles solicitously accompanied her to the door and kissed her hand in farewell. Elizabeth swiftly followed Jane out and caught up with her on the stairs. "I trust you will lock your bedroom door before you retire," Elizabeth said. "Whatever for?" asked Jane innocently. "Young men have a habit of paying young unattached girls visits in the night." Elizabeth replied. "But surely that is just a kindness on their part? We are in a strange house and perhaps a little disorientated. They just want to ensure we are safe and not afraid. Really Elizabeth, you always think the worst of everybody. Darcy and Wickham are the kindest of men and Charles is absolutely wonderful." Jane's character was a constant source of wonder to Elizabeth. Jane was the eldest of the four girls but she still retained the innocence of a child. Before Lydia was banished to Hunsford she flatly refused to believe any of the lurid tales about her circulating in Merytown. Elizabeth said no more and retired to her room locked her door and for good measure placing a chair under the handle. Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 01 © Gerald Cheshire 2010 Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 02 With apologies to Jane Austen! * The story so far: Mr & Mrs Bennet are anxious to find rich husbands for their daughters Jane, Elizabeth, Kate and Lydia but their immediate problem is the lack of an heir. Should the elderly Mr Bennet die without a son there property will be inherited by clergyman, Mr Collins, an odious cousin. Elizabeth has undertaken to find a lover for her mother to impregnate her, hopefully with a son. Meanwhile all the men in the neighbourhood are trying to get the Bennet girls into bed while all the ladies are trying to find rich husbands. Now read on. Chapter V A Nocturnal Visitation Some little time later after Jane had readied herself for the night there was a gentle knock at her door. Thinking that it was Elizabeth she called out for her to enter. To her surprise Wickham stood in the doorway. "Pardon my intrusion," he began with a smile. "I overheard you say that you had a headache. I have some small knowledge of medical matters particularly relating to the ladies and I thought perhaps I could be of assistance. I have found that massaging the affected and complimentary channels best alleviates headaches. Would you like me try?" "That really is most kind of you Mr. Wickham," Jane replied; although she had no idea what complimentary channels were. Wickham closed the bedroom door and locked it. "I find it best not to have interruptions during treatment," he said by way of explanation. Wickham stood behind Jane and put his hands on her shoulders. "The pain flows down from the head into the rest of the body and it needs to be cancelled out by an equal and opposite flow of pleasure through the body up into the head." "Yes, I see," said Jane. Wickham stood behind Jane and gently places his hands on her waist and then slid his hands upwards until they cupped her breasts. He squeezed gently. "How does that feel", he whispered while continuing to fondle her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her nightdress off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Jane clasped her arms to her slipping nightdress. "Just let it fall to the floor", he murmured. As if in a trance Jane heard the slight rustle as her nightdress dropped to the ground. She was naked. She became aware of something fleshy and hard pressing into her buttocks. Wickham again slid his hands down to her waist and continued downwards to her pubic region. He gently probed her orifice with his fingers causing Jane to exclaim half in protest but also half with pleasure. "If you would just open your legs slightly," he whispered. Jane did as she was bidden feeling quite unable to resist. Wickham's fingers probed more deeply into her vagina causing a delicious enjoyable juicy sensation. She felt Wickham's hot breath on her neck and he began to talk to her quietly, obscenely and urgently. "Open your cunt Jane, open it wide so that I can rub your clitoris" Jane didn't know she had a cunt or a clitoris but assumed it must be the place where his probing fingers were causing her such pleasure. "Jane, I think it would be better if you lay on the bed." As if in a trance she allowed him to lead her over to the bed. Wickham glanced over at her bedside table. On it lay her hairbrush. She always left it by her bedside at night. It had a smooth round ivory handle about half an inch in diameter at the tip but swelling to a more substantial girth along its length. Wickham picked it up and used it to gently probe Jane's vagina. After a few moments Wickham felt a restraining hand on his movements. Firmly Jane moved his hand aside and began to manipulate the hairbrush handle herself. Yes, dear reader, even the saintly Jane was not unacquainted with the pleasures of masturbation and Wickham had accidentally discovered her favourite method of pleasuring herself. It is true that she would normally be safely ensconced in the privacy and darkness of her own bedroom before indulging herself rather than lying with her legs wide open and her knees drawn up under the lecherous gaze of a man. Equally firmly Wickham removed the hair brush from her hand and put it on the side table. 'I've got some think much nicer than a hair brush to put in your cunt,' he said as he slid his cock into her virginal vaginal orifice. Curiously, until that moment she had not made any connection between the pleasures of masturbation and conjugal relations between a man and a woman. Minutes later in the throws of her first man made orgasm she was surprised by the fierce spurting of Wickham's ejaculation. Jane opened her eyes and was almost surprised to see that Wickham was still there. She glanced at his semi-erect penis, still protruding from his breeches, with some distaste. Jane slipped into bed and pulled up the bedclothes. "Do please put that thing away Mr. Wickham, I want to go to sleep now. Good night Mr. Wickham." Jane's headache had disappeared as if by magic. Quietness finally fell upon the house. Safe in her own room, her virginity guarded by a locked door, Elizabeth slept lightly and fitfully; while dreaming of being repeatedly ravished by Mr. Darcy while lying naked on the billiard table. Chapter VI Candid Thoughts Concerning The Bennet Girls Breakfast the following morning could have been difficult, but Jane resolutely refused to make eye contact with Wickham; indeed she could scarcely believe what had happened the previous night and thought perhaps it was all just a bad dream. She addressed herself exclusively to Charles and since the Hursts and Caroline had already left the table, Elizabeth found herself the sole focus of attention of both Wickham and Darcy. She was perfectly aware that they were both sizing her up both literally and metaphorically but she was well up to the challenge. It amused her greatly to consider that while they endeavoured to mentally undress her she had already seen both of them naked and in rather compromising circumstances. After breakfast, everyone dispersed to their various activities. Finding herself alone at last, Elizabeth decided to go for a walk in the extensive grounds of Netherfield. After a short while she became aware of the sound of men's voices in an adjacent avenue. She soon discerned that it was Darcy, Wickham and Hurst. The sound of their conversation easily carried to her attentive ears. "You should have joined us in the billiard room last night, Hurst," said Wickham. "Miss Bingley was most accommodating. Darcy and I both had her twice each and I'm sure she would have enjoyed more. Although, as she's your sister I suppose you've had her a few times already?" "Sadly not," said Mr. Hurst. "My wife always keeps a very close eye on me when Caroline is around. But those Bennet girls look very beddable wouldn't't you say?" "Dear Charles seems quite set on Jane Bennet, so I suppose we shall have to wait until they have been married a few months before we try our luck there," said Darcy. Wickham refrained from mentioning his visit to Jane's bedroom the previous night. "There's another one you know," said Wickham. "Lydia Bennet, she's the youngest, but half the local militia claim to have shagged her already." "The one I'd really admire is Elizabeth Bennet," said Darcy. "Have you ever seen such a perfect example of womankind? There can't be another woman in the entire county to match her. She presents such a cool and modest air to the world; looking as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. But I'll wager she's a fireball when aroused. What a figure, what magnificent breasts, what a deliciously fuckable young woman; a clever shrewd head on her shoulders too, although I must confess my immediate concerns are somewhere lower down in her anatomy. "Darcy, I do believe you've really fallen for her", said Wickham. "But think you'll find that she's the type who prefers to keeps her legs closed until the matrimonial vows have been exchanged." "All the more interesting to persuade her to open them then," said Darcy "I'll wager you a hundred guineas you can't bed her in the next month," said Wickham. Darcy smiled, "we shall see." The men moved on out of earshot but the flush in Elizabeth's cheeks took some time to disperse. She had always known how men talk about women but this was the first time she had actual heard herself being spoken of in such an openly lascivious manner and she actually found Darcy's mildly lewd comments rather exciting. And the beginnings of an idea were also starting to germinate in her mind concerning the provision of a lover for her mother. From what she had seen during the weekend at Netherfield there was an abundance of raw sexual energy waiting to be tapped. She planned to divert some of it in her mother's direction. Chapter VII Elizabeth Provokes Later that morning, Elizabeth sought out her maid and gave her directions to alter the bodice of her very best dress which she intended to wear that evening. It was to be made tighter and lower cut. She was far from being the first young woman to deploy her breasts as a weapon of conquest. When the dinner gong sounded that evening Elizabeth deliberately remained in her bedroom until she was quite sure everyone else had gone down. She wanted to make an entrance. Darcy escorted her into dinner and sat on her right; Wickham was on the left. It is truly remarkable the effect that a woman's décolletage has on the male of the species. All the young ladies present around the dinner table were well endowed with comely shapely breasts; but as Miss Elizabeth Bennet's fine specimens were peeping out very enticingly; inevitably all the men present tried, ever so discretely, to see more. Caroline Bingley's breasts were just as large and attractive as Miss Bennet's lovely pair as Darcy and Wickham well knew. After all had they not had the pleasure of seeing them fully exposed in the billiard room the previous night and been permitted to fondle they without restriction. But the enticing outline beneath Miss Bennet's low cut dress was unknown territory leading to endless fevered speculation about the size and shape of her breasts. And their gentle undulations as she moved provoked fierce feelings of erotic desire in all the men present. Wickham touched her arm, "Delightful dress Miss Bennet, it really becomes you, don't you agree Darcy?" Naturally Darcy did agree and said so effusively. Wickham decided to leave this virgin territory to his sibling and addressed himself instead to Miss Bingley. He was anxious to secure a rather more compliant bedroom companion than Jane Bennet. Naturally he assumed Darcy had similar designs on Elizabeth Bennet. Elizabeth and Darcy conversed easily and amiably throughout dinner. She was delighted to discover that he was a man of wit, intelligence and refinement and, needless to say, she had a vivid remembrance of his outstanding physical charms. After the men returned from their cigars and port a further visit to the billiard room was proposed. As the Hursts both accepted and Wickham and Caroline declined Elizabeth felt quite safe in accompanying them. Even with all her clothes on Miss Bennet presented a very attractive sight when bent over the billiard table; providing the assembled company with further tantalising glimpses of her breasts. Naturally Darcy strove to instruct her in the finer points of the game while standing close behind her. He remained in close proximity to her slightly longer than was strictly necessary for the execution of the shot and in that brief moment he felt her tremble as she imaged them both naked and about to make love on the billiard table. The moment passed but in their different ways they had both had exactly the same thought. When the party returned to the drawing room Caroline and Wickham had already disappeared upstairs intent upon their carnal pleasures. This came as no surprise to Elizabeth, She had very sharp hearing and during dinner had been privy to some of their vulgar and explicit conversation about their plans for the night. She was not shocked by Caroline's loose behaviour but thought that it rather lacked in subtlety. Shortly afterwards they all retired for the night. Darcy escorted Elizabeth upstairs. "Good night Miss Bennet, I have greatly enjoyed our time together this evening." He kissed her lightly on the cheek and left her outside her bedroom. Elizabeth was greatly impressed and, it must be confessed, a little disappointed that he had not attempted to gain entry to her bedroom. Never-the-less she still locked her bedroom door; there were other more predatory males roaming the corridors of Netherfield. Jane also required no further promptings from her sister to lock her door. She had no wish for a further consultation with Mr. Wickham on the subject of headache cures. Chapter VIII A Proposition The following morning the Bennet girls were due to return home. Charles wanted to accompany them, as he was going to ask Mr Bennets' permission to marry Jane. It was a beautiful sunny day, so the lovebirds decided to ride on top, leaving Elizabeth alone inside. Just as the coach was due to drive off Wickham appeared and swiftly climbed into the coach alongside Elizabeth. "I didn't' like to think of you being all alone and unprotected," he began. "And is your presence here intended to make me feel safer?" She replied. "You really are very hard on me Miss Bennet, such beauty combined with such coldness. Would you really expect me to take advantage of you?" Even as he spoke Wickham allowed his hand to rest casually on Elizabeth's thigh. "Mr. Wickham, I would be obliged if you wouldn't treat me like some kind of simpering fool who can be bedded after a few vacuous compliments. And kindly remove your hand from my thigh." An embarrassing silence ensued. Finally, Elizabeth spoke. "Mr. Wickham, may I speak to you frankly. I really do need your assistance with a delicate family matter. And I promise you I would be most grateful should you agree to help me." Wickham stared at Elizabeth in some confusion. "Are you playing games with me?" "Certainly not, and should you agree to help you will find me very generous in return." "Will you let me bed you?" said Wickham, coming straight to the point. "Certainly not!", said Elizabeth, emphatically - and here she paused in some embarrassment - and then went on firmly, "I understand exactly what it is that a man wants from a woman and" - here her voice faltered again - "and I am prepared to allow you take certain liberties with me, liberties of a sort that are normally only permitted to those who are married; but which never-the-less stop well short of full conjugal congress." Elizabeth flushed at the boldness of her remark. She was effectively offering to behave in the same sluttish manner as her sister Lydia. But she consoled herself with the thought that what she had in mind was a great deal less odious than a lifetime of marriage to Mr. Collins. Wickham reflected on what she had said. He was at a loss for words. Touching up women was a regular sport for him. But when the proud and independent Miss Elizabeth Bennet was prepared to make such a humiliating offer he was intrigued. What had he got to do to earn the right to kiss her, fondle her breasts and run his hand up her legs; because he immediately understood that was exactly what she was proposing. "There is a problem with my father's property, which is entailed to a male heir. As you may know, I do not have a brother. My father is considerably older than my mother and there is little likelihood of further issue male or female. In short, Mr. Wickham, my mother is in need of a virile young lover to impregnate her with a male heir and thus provide for all our futures. I would like you to become my mother's lover. Again Wickham was at a loss for words so Elizabeth continued. "My mother is still a very handsome lady with an excellent figure, well capable of exciting your lust. And having twenty years experience of marriage I don't imagine you will encounter any coy simpering resistance to your sexual advances. We are nearly home. Will you come in and meet her?" Chapter IX Mrs. Bennet's Delight As soon as they reached Longbourne, Bingley went straight in to see Mr. Bennet while the girls went up to Mrs. Bennet's sitting room leaving Wickham alone in the parlour to contemplate Elizabeth's strange proposition. Jane was full of her coming engagement to Bingley, but retired to her room soon afterwards leaving Elizabeth alone with her mother. After an interval for explanation and grooming Elizabeth escorted her mother down to the parlour; she felt for all the world like a madam in a bordello escorting a new girl to meet a client. Wickham exuded his usual casual charm and for once Mrs. Bennet managed to stay calm, externally at least. Elizabeth could see that some subtle chemistry was at work involving Mrs. Bennet's twin desires of motherhood and sexual pleasure and Wickham's sexual curiosity with the idea of bedding someone old enough to be his mother. Elizabeth decided to leave them alone to negotiate their arrangements. When Bingley was ready to depart some time later, suitable excuses were found to justify Wickham remaining at Longbourne. A servant was to return from Netherfield with Wickham's portmanteau. He was to remain with them for a few days. Mr. Bennet elected to sleep on a chaise longue in his study and dining arrangements were equally discrete. Fortuitously Kate was away visiting friends and it was not deemed appropriate to inform Jane of the somewhat unusual domestic arrangements. And in any case Jane had absolutely no desire to engage in conversation with Wickham ever again. Mrs. Bennet and Wickham got on famously, without the slightest trace of embarrassment. Wickham already had many conquests among older married women. Such liaisons were entirely risk free as far as he was concerned. They could hardly expect him to marry them and should they accidentally become pregnant their husbands would naturally assume responsibility. Women of a certain age who were neglected by their complacent husbands, who no longer bothered to court them or to pleasure them during their short bouts of love-making, were easily seduced by Wickham's easy charm. He made them feel alive and wanted once again. No longer shy young girls and desperate for sexual fulfillment they practically begged him to seduce them. At country house weekend parties he would find them naked in his bed. He would encounter them in secluded arbours ready to remove their clothing at the slightest provocation. He was regularly in receipt of letters in which ladies would seek to arrange assignations with him; letters in which they made very clear, often in obscene detail, their ready availability. In quiet corners of large drawing rooms he would be permitted to fondle their intimate parts while titillating them with details of the perverse sexual excesses he intended to visit on them. When he grew tired of them he would pass them on to Darcy. Indeed he and Darcy would sometimes share the favours of a lady while all in bed together. Despite the extreme intimacy of their relationship, they customarily addressed each other as Mrs. Bennet and Mr. Wickham. The Bennet's sexual couplings over twenty years had always taken place in the missionary position; indeed both of them were quite unaware of any other possibilities. Wickham quickly disabused her of her error as he educated her in a wide range of sexual positions which Mrs. Bennet found extremely pleasurable, moreover the occasions on which he penetrated her deeply from behind were almost guaranteed to impregnate her. Sensing that this was probably a once in a lifetime experience, she recorded each coupling in graphic detail in a secret diary. © Gerald Cheshire 2010 Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 03 With apologies to Jane Austen! The story so far: Mr. & Mrs. Bennet have four daughters and no son and heir. If Mr Bennet dies without a male heir his property will be inherited by his cousin, the odious Mr. Collins. Mrs. Bennet's daughter, Elizabeth, has persuaded Mr. Wickham to impregnate her mother, hopefully with a son, with the promise of allowing him to take some unspecified sexual liberties with her later. Charlotte Bingley has made herself freely 'available' to Wickham & Darcy in the hope of snaring a rich husband. The dastardly Wickham has already contrived to have sexual intercourse with Elizabeth's innocent older sister Jane who is engaged to be married to Charles Bingley. Lydia, the youngest of the Bennet girls, who has been sent to stay with Mr. & Mrs. Collins has been amusing herself by seducing the pompous clergyman. Darcy and Wickham have a hundred guinea bet as to which of them will bed Elizabeth first! All part of the simple life of cuntry folk! * Chapter X Mrs. Bennet's Secret Diary May 15th Mr. Wickham arrived this afternoon from Netherfield. Elizabeth introduced him; a most attractive and handsome young gentleman. We had a private conversation together; he was most discrete and charming. About half an hour before midnight he came quietly into my bedroom. He was wearing a dressing gown which he rapidly removed and without ceremony got into bed beside me. He pulled up my nightdress and began to fondle me most intimately, it was extremely agreeable. He complimented me on my breasts although he called them tits, not a word I am familiar with. Quite accidentally my hand came into contact with his private part. It was extremely large and firm. I was emboldened to take it in my hands and explore its great length and girth. It was a pity we were beneath the bedclothes because I would have very much liked a full view of it. Of one thing I am sure, it is a great deal larger than Mr. Bennet's member. He had his fingers in my private parts and then he asked me to open my legs so he could get into my cunt; another new word. And then, ever so carefully he got on top of me and slid his member in. It went in so easily and felt so nice. A few minutes later I felt his fluid spurting up inside me. Ten minutes later he was on me again, that was a pleasant surprise; Mr. Bennet never did that! Had some very nice spasms! May 16th Early this morning Mr. Wickham returned to my room; as it was light I was able to get a proper sight of his private part. I expressed my admiration for it and he said I should call it his prick or cock rather than private part. I am learning a lot of new words; I shall have to tell Elizabeth. He was in me again; twice! I haven't experienced such ardour since I was eighteen-year old bride! My whole body tingled with delight. My attentive lover returned again tonight. He took his dressing gown off and then, instead of getting into bed, he lit all the lamps so that the room was light as day. He was not at all embarrassed by his nakedness and I must confess he was a fine figure of a man. I have never seen a naked man before. He took my nightdress off! I was so embarrassed, I tried to cover myself; no man has ever seen me unclothed before. Wickham just laughed and said I had a beautiful body and I should be proud to show it to a man. Then he did a very strange thing. He asked me to bend forward over the dressing table; I could see him in the mirror, standing close behind me and to my complete surprise, he slid his prick into my cunt. It felt very agreeable indeed and I was able to watch what he was doing. He said he was fucking me. At the same time he was squeezing my breasts in a very pleasurable manner. Wickham says he can tell when a lady is happy by the feel of her tits and nipples. I can't keep up with all these new words. Ten minutes later he fucked me again on the bed. Wonderful throbbing sensation in my cunt. May 17th What a disappointment, Wickham didn't visit me this morning. I spoke to Elizabeth later on and started to tell her about my new vocabulary. She became extremely agitated and said I must on no account use such words in respectable company. How, I wondered, did she, an unmarried virgin, know so much about it. These modern young women! She is so crotchety sometimes, not at all like my dear daughter Lydia. She'll finish up a spinster if she's not very careful. Men simply do not like ladies to be too clever. When Wickham visited me that night, he did a very strange thing. He tried to kiss my private parts. I immediately told him to stop. He told me that unmarried young ladies liked to have their sexual orifice caressed by a man's tongue as it did not damage their virginity but never-the-less afforded them a great deal of pleasure. What ridiculous nonsense; my girls would never allow a man to do such a disgusting thing, the very idea! He even said the bizarre practice had a special name; cunny something I didn't quite catch what he said. It quite put me out of countenance and I didn't feel disposed to copulate with him. But he is such a charming and persuasive young man that eventually I let him enter me from behind while kneeling up on the bed. Lots of nice spasms! Wickham says they are called orgasms. Before he would have me again he insisted that I say 'please fuck me'; I did feel rather embarrassed but it was outweighed by my desire for his lovely big cock. May 18th When he came to see me next morning, he did a very bold thing. He pulled back the bedclothes and commanded me to remove my nightdress. I did so reluctantly I still felt rather embarrassed being naked in his presence. But he gently coaxed and persuaded me and I began to relax. Suddenly it seemed quite natural that I should open my legs. A very strange thing happened; I wanted him to look at me. I opened my legs wider; I could feel my cunt opening wide, it felt juicy and delightful. The he went into me and began to fuck me slowly and steadily while speaking to me urgently but quietly. What he said was actually rather insulting but I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't mind. He said I was a sex starved bitch who needed a good fucking and why didn't I become a prostitute and earn some money instead of worrying about property inheritance. Then he went too far. He said that if I wanted to be a successful prostitute I would have to learn to take a man's prick in my mouth and swallow down his ejaculation. Just the thought of it made me feel quite sick. I got very angry and asked him to leave. Five minutes later I regretted it, he'd only fucked me once and I'd rather come to expect a repeat performance. I wonder how much I could earn as a prostitute. Sad news this evening, Wickham is leaving tomorrow. He was very kind and gentle with me and apologised for upsetting me that morning. He explained that some ladies like to spoken to in an obscene and rough manner while engaged in sexual intercourse. What a strange idea; I assured him that Mr. Bennet had never ever spoken to me like that. We did it together for the last time; then he surprised me again. He kissed me on the lips, it felt so nice; he hadn't done that before. I'm afraid I started to cry. Chapter XI A Proposal of Marriage In the middle of the week, Darcy called on the Bennets. He wanted to seek Mr Bennet's permission to ask for his daughter Elizabeth's hand in marriage. He soon gained some inkling of what his brother had been up to. Rather wickedly, Wickham suggested that Darcy might like to continue in his place. Darcy declined. In the past he had often behaved just as disgracefully as Wickham habitually did; but he could scarcely celebrate his engagement by fucking his future mother! Mr Bennet readily agreed to the proposed engagement and Mrs Bennet was equally delighted; it quite cheered her up after Wickham's sadly lamented departure. It would be a double celebration because Charles Bingley was by now engaged to Jane. Mrs Bennet immediately began to speculate concerning suitable partners for Lydia and Kate. Darcy invited Elizabeth to walk with him in the garden. She had naturally already divined his intentions and couldn't resist teasing him a little. "Are you really in such desperate need of one hundred guineas, Mr Darcy, there surely must be easier ways of supplementing your income." Darcy winced in amazed embarrassment but quickly recovered his composure. "I'm afraid that we men are sometimes a little loose with our tongues but I must assure you that I hold you in the very highest regard" "Perhaps you could explain what you mean by the expression 'high regard'?" Elizabeth said innocently. While at Netherfield recently I overheard you expressing your regard for me to Wickham. If I remember correctly I think you said that I was a 'deliciously fuckable young woman', is that your notion of high regard?" Darcy realised that she was testing herself out against him and he was moved to defend himself. "When we are married Miss Bennet I presume that you have no plans to retreat to a locked tower like Repunzel. A very important element of a man's relationship with a woman is based on mutual sexual attraction. It was perhaps inappropriate of me to express my views so frankly to my brother but that does not make them any less true. You are indeed a very desirable young woman and as you well know that desire is consummated in marriage by conjugal coupling. That is probably a more circumspect way of putting it but I stand by what I said to Wickham and if I have not completely misread your character I believe that you were not in the least put out to be described as 'a deliciously fuckable young woman`, because that indeed is what you are." Elizabeth was delighted by his robust response; she realised that she would be marrying a very worthy partner and that they were well matched in areas both of intellect and sensual appetites. She was tempted to mention the loose behaviour she had witnessed in the billiard room at Netherfield but decided on reflection to leave that until after they were married. "Wickham has been telling me something of his activities here, at your behest I believe. I'm intrigued to know what inducement you offered him to perform such a valiant service" It was Elizabeth's turn to be embarrassed. She sort to dissemble. "When it comes to the ladies, your brother requires very little inducement to indulge his passions." Darcy smiled; reading between the lines he had already got some inkling of what had passed between Wickham and Elizabeth. He and Wickham had always been very close and had shared a great many things, including their many paramours. Discretely, Darcy decided not to pursue the matter; that too could wait until after they were married. "Chapter XII Elizabeth Negotiates The following day Elizabeth received a very disturbing letter from Charlotte Collins. It indicated that her marriage to Mr. Collins was in some high state of disarray. Elizabeth immediately suspected that Lydia had some part in the matter. By the same post there was a letter addressed to Kate from Lydia. Rather than forward the letter on to Kate, some instinct caused her to open it. Dear Kate, Time for another bulletin from your wicked sister. Would you believe it, Mr. Collins likes to spy on me while I'm getting ready for bed! Their bedroom is just along the balcony from mine and if I leave my curtains open, late at night, he waits for his wife to fall asleep and then peeps in my window. I tease him dreadfully. Some nights I just sit in my night gown combing my hair. Other times I let my nightgown fall down from my shoulders so he can look at my tits; or I lie on the bed casually reading and accidentally on purpose let my nightgown ride up so that he can see my legs and thighs. One night I was particularly naughty, I completely removed my nightgown and just lay on the bed for a moment before blowing out my candle; and guess what; I could see the holy, virtuous Mr Collins masturbating on the balcony outside! He's got a very small cock by the way! I had been wondering whether perhaps I should leave my door open to see what he would do. But can you imagine being fucked by Mr. Collins? Just the thought of him poking about inside my cunt with his tiny prick is enough to put a healthy girl off fornication for at least a minute! Perhaps I should let him watch me masturbating. He'd probably have a seizure! What do you think? Should I let him into the secret of what us wicked girls do in the privacy of our bedrooms? By the way, have you seen the hairbrush that Jane leaves on her bedside table? I wonder what that's for, as if I didn't know! Not sure about Elizabeth, though. Do you think she intends to become a nun? At least she'd have somewhere to live then after poor father dies. Your affectionate and wicked sister Lydia What she read confirmed her worst suspicions and provided ample evidence of Lydia's disgraceful seduction of Mr. Collins. She immediately resolved that Lydia should be brought home forthwith. The agreement of her father was easily obtained and the carriage was immediately dispatched to fetch her. Lydia Bennet was in urgent need of a husband to control her, and Elizabeth thought she knew just the man. The following day Lydia was regretfully driven back to Longbourne to face her sister's wrath. Elizabeth questioned her closely and confronted her with her indiscrete letter to Kate. Lydia tried to dissemble but she was no match for her formidable sister who insisted on knowing absolutely everything in detail including her earlier dalliances with various officers in the Militia. Elizabeth was not being vindictive or unkind she simply wanted to be absolutely sure of her ground as she was planning to persuade Wickham to provide an even greater service to the family by marrying Lydia. Astonishingly, and despite all the lurid rumours to the contrary, Lydia was still a virgin. A very experienced virgin it is true, one who knew more about sex and men than her three sisters combined. But the fact was that, more by good luck than judgment, she had not been penetrated by a man. She had been guilty of extremely loose and provocative behaviour by dint of which she had become intimately acquainted with the exact size and shape of at least half a dozen officers' sexual members while they in turn had been allowed to fondle her breasts and touch her sexual orifice. But fortuitously, there had been no opportunity for a consummation. * © Gerald Cheshire 2010 Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 04 With apologies to Jane Austen! The story so far: Charlotte Bingley has allowed Darcy & Wickham to have their way with her; Jane is engaged to Charles Bingley; Elizabeth is engaged to Darcy and Wickham has had sexual relations with Jane and her mother Mrs. Bennet. Elizabeth has promised Wickham some unspecified sexual reward for servicing her mother. Lydia has been behaving disgracefully with Mr. Collins and has been summoned back home. Chapter XIV Elizabeth Pays Her Debts A few days later Elizabeth accompanied her sister Jane to Netherfield where she left her with Bingley to discuss wedding arrangements. Darcy had gone up to his estate in Derbyshire to deal with some pressing matters and to acquaint the household with the news of the new mistress of Pemberly. She decided to explore the house on her own to pass the time, until Jane was ready to return home. Ascending to the third floor, she met Wickham. "Good morning Miss Bennet, what brings you here today?" Elizabeth explained. "You disappoint me Miss Bennet; I hoped you had come here specially to see me." "I have an hour or so on my hands," Elizabeth replied, "Perhaps you'd be so kind as to be my guide around the house." "You know, there are a number of totally unused rooms on the next floor. No one ever ventures up there, which is a pity; as there are so many interesting things to explore. Shall we go and investigate?" Elizabeth's throat had gone dry and she felt a slight frisson of nervous excitement. "Very well Mr. Wickham," she said faintly. It was warm and quiet on the fourth floor. They walked slowly from one deserted room to the next, their footsteps muffled on the carpeted floors. They came to a room crowded with rich old furnishings and wall hangings. The mid-day sun shone brightly through an attic window. Faint sounds drifted up from below. It seemed an enchanted place with a mellow timeless feel in the atmosphere; another world where anything was possible. "Do you like it in here Miss Bennet?" Wickham enquired softly. "Yes I do," she said quietly. There was a large gilt-framed mirror occupying most of one wall. "Just imagine what secrets that mirror knows. What fascinating events it has observed. Yet it always keeps its secrets. It never tells. Shall we share some of our secrets with it?" "Yes, I think we might permit the mirror some liberties," said Elizabeth quietly. Wickham drew her towards him and kissed her gently on her lips. Elizabeth made no attempt to resist. He kissed her again, more urgently, more passionately. "May I undress you," Wickham whispered. Without waiting for a reply he began to loosen the fastenings of her dress. She felt him ease it off her shoulders, heard it fall the ground with a gentle rustle of silk. She stood, as if in a dream, as he expertly removed her undergarments and stockings. She stood naked before him. He turned her to face the mirror. "Now isn't that a beautiful secret for the mirror to see?" While not exuding the blatant compelling sexuality of her younger sister, she was if anything even more sexually desirable. At nineteen years of age she had reached the peak of womanly perfection. Elizabeth watched Wickham's reflection in the mirror as he swiftly removed his clothes and then stood close behind her fondling her breasts. They looked like two Olympian Gods come down from the heavens, Aphrodite and Mars. "Darcy is a very lucky man, I do envy him." As he spoke his hands were roving over her body. His erect prick brushed seductively around her genital region. He kissed her again and Elizabeth took his prick in her hand to stop its insistent probing near her vaginal orifice. It was over eight inches long and stiff as a ramrod; it felt wonderfully, temptingly enticing. With an effort she retained her composure but continued to watch her image in the mirror as Wickham gently probed her pudenda with his fingers. She was already wet with sexual excitement and was aware that her labia was opening wider and wider. Wickham picked her up in his arms and carried her over to a low standing divan. He laid her gently down and spread her legs wide so that her feet touched the floor on either side of the couch. "Why don't you watch that beautiful young couple in the mirror; but be sure to keep their secrets," Wickham murmured. He knelt down in front of her; for a brief moment she thought he was going to try and mount her, but he brought his face into close contact with her genitals and commenced to caress her fully aroused cunt with his tongue. Elizabeth felt a delicious sense of sexual abandon and squirmed with pleasure as he continued licking and rubbing his nose against her clitoris. As Elizabeth continued to watch her reflection in the mirror she seem to become disembodied like the image; throbbing pulses of pleasure surged through her pudenda, wave upon wave of orgasmic satisfaction caused her to cry out in ecstasy, she heard a voice she dimly recognised as her own urging Wickham not to stop. The pleasure was so utterly exquisite! Gradually she regained a little of her composure and she became aware that Wickham was now kneeling astride her with his erect prick in close proximity to her face. "What do you think of that Miss Bennet? I could give you so much pleasure with it Take it in your hand and caress it gently." Elizabeth did as she was asked. She was astonished how firm and hard it was and wondered again how on earth Caroline Bingley had managed to accommodate such a massive member in her vagina without physical pain; but she remembered Caroline's blissful cries of pleasure while Wickham was fucking her. Semen was oozing from the tip of Wickham's prick. After lubricating the palm of her hand with his exudations she firmly grasped his prick and instinctively manipulated it in a manner that brought forth gasps of satisfaction and shouted obscenities from her eager partner. "Miss Bennet, I would like to have the use of those beautiful breasts of yours for a few moments if you would permit me?" Without waiting for her to respond he laid his cock between her breasts and used his hands to pull her breasts together .He began to slide his prick up and down while continuing to fondle her breasts. Suddenly, great orgasmic spasms of semen shot out over her face and breasts. Wickham drew back. He stepped aside and then casually mopped his sexual fluid from her body with his handkerchief. "That was most enjoyable Miss Bennet, and there are lots more sexual games I'd love to play with you," Wickham said calmly. "I think we have allowed the mirror to see quite enough games for today Mr. Wickham, and I would be obliged if you would now withdraw and allow me some time to recover some decorum before I return downstairs." "As you wish Miss Bennet, but I shall steal your knickers as a pleasant reminder of our delightful encounter." Wickham bent over her and kissed her gently, then quickly dressed and departed. Elizabeth continued to lie naked on the couch, basking in the warm noonday sun. She felt deliciously, wickedly relaxed. She still lay as Wickham had pleasured her with her legs wide apart. Soon her hands strayed towards her vagina, which was still fully engorged with sexual desire. The desire for further sexual stimulation was urgent and compelling. She watched in fascination as the image in the mirror started to masturbate using the fingers of both hands. With a slight twinge of conscience, she realised that she was fantasizing about Wickham fucking her rather than Darcy. Before long she came again with deliciously satisfying orgasmic spasms. It was another fifteen minutes before Elizabeth had regained her composure sufficiently to dress. She wondered vaguely how she would account for the absence of a pair of knickers to her maid. Descending to the drawing room, she found Wickham, engaged in casual amiable conversation with Bingley and Jane. "Ah, Miss Bennet," said Wickham, "We were beginning to wonder what had happened to you. Did you enjoy your tour of the house? It quite astonishing the interesting things to be discovered hidden in the secret nooks and crannies up there, wouldn't you agree? However it can get a little chilly so a lady needs to keep well wrapped up" Elizabeth had by now fully regained her composure and parried his teasing remarks with ease. She reflected with some secret amusement how shocked Jane would be if she knew that her younger sister was no longer wearing any knickers. Soon it was time for the ladies to leave and as they returned to the waiting carriage Elizabeth fell in with Wickham as Jane and Bingley walked ahead of them. "Mr. Wickham, my reputation is in your hands, I trust I can rely on your discretion?" "Indeed you can Miss Bennet," Wickham replied. "You should follow the example of your brother Darcy and marry." "Ah but sadly Darcy has already picked the best fruit from the tree." "I think you will find that there is still a lot of ripe and succulent fruit waiting to be picked. With your permission, if you will visit us tomorrow, I will introduce you to my sister Lydia." "Lydia!" said Wickham in some surprise. "Yes Lydia," said Elizabeth, "Quite contrary to the unkind rumours about her she is just as much a virgin as I and my other sisters Jane and Kate" "Well I'd certainly like to test that out said Wickham," smiling. He did not think it an appropriate time to disabuse her about the state of Jane's virginity. There were some things beyond even Miss Elizabeth Bennet's control. "Oh no!" Said Elizabeth firmly, "you will not be permitted to take liberties with my young sister. Will you come and meet her?" Wickham finally agreed to visit them on the following morning. Chapter XVI Lydia Meets Her Match The day following Elizabeth's encounter with Wickham he duly presented himself at the Bennets' house and was introduced to Lydia. As Elizabeth had sensed, they were two of a kind that is to say, totally amoral and promiscuous. During their brief courtship Elizabeth made strenuous efforts to ensure that no premature sexual dalliance occurred. Mr. & Mrs. Bennet were naturally delighted that three of their daughters were soon to be married and pressed ahead with the arrangements for all three marriages to take place in three weeks time. Fortuitously, continuing problems with Charlotte's marriage to Mr. Collins gave Elizabeth an ideal opportunity to temporarily divert Wickham's insatiable libido. Despite Mr. Collin's best efforts he seemed quite incapable of fathering a child and Lady Catherine had let it be known that she thought Charlotte was at fault. Based on her interrogation of Lydia, Elizabeth was quite certain that this was not the case. It was clear that Mr. Collins was quite incapable of responding appropriately, even to someone exuding such brazen sexual allure as Lydia let alone the far more decorous Caroline. Lydia had only to put in an appearance in a ballroom to become the immediate target of half a dozen young men's urgent sexual fantasies. Most of the young officers in the local Militia lusted after her quite openly and their seniors rather more discretely lest they should upset their spouses. Darcy was anxious to introduce Elizabeth to his aunt Lady Catherine so a short visit to Rosings was arranged. Wickham was to accompany them, firstly to ensure that Lydia remained virginal but also to assist Elizabeth's friend Charlotte. When Elizabeth first broached the subject with Wickham he had not wanted to commit himself but finally agreed reluctantly to accompany them. All that Elizabeth had heard from Charlotte concerning Lady Catherine did not encourage her to think that she would enjoy meeting her. Anyone who could respond to Mr. Collins' fawning obsequious attentions must be severely defective and she regarded her interference in Charlotte's marital affairs as a gross impertinence. But she had no wish to upset Darcy's only surviving relatives and braced herself for a difficult weekend. Chapter XVII Mr. Bennet's Winchester Sanctuary All of the excitement concerning engagements and marriage arrangements made the Bennet household even more clamorous and noisy than normal. It was a relief therefore for Mr. Bennet when the day for his monthly visit to Winchester to see the Rural Dean came round. He always looked forward to these visits with particular affection as an oasis of calm; an escape from the noisy demanding ladies of the Bennet family. He dearly loved his wife and daughters but he did so look forward to the utter bliss of his peaceful day in Winchester. Mr. Bennet's business with the Rural Dean rarely occupied more than half an hour and could easily have been dealt with by post. But Mr. Bennet had other business in Winchester, business that his family knew absolutely nothing about. Promptly at 2.00 pm he called on Mrs. Chadwick at her quiet secluded house in the cathedral precinct. Mr. Bennet had been visiting Mrs. Chadwick for several years now. Mrs. Chadwick was a handsome well proportioned lady of about forty-five who provided discrete and confidential services for the professional classes of Winchester. She was the widow of a country vicar who had owed his preferment almost entirely to his wife's good standing with the bishop. After her husband's untimely death, the bishop discretely took Mrs. Chadwick under his wing and arranged her present accommodation. Inevitably, she came to exercise a considerably influence on diocesans affairs. By now they had a well established routine. After being admitted to the premises Mr. Bennet would make his way to what Mrs. Chadwick called her consulting room, remove his clothes and get into bed. Some few minutes later Mrs. Chadwick would enter; she too would remove her clothes but would not immediately join Mr. Bennet in bed. He liked to look at her naked body; despite having been married for over twenty years, she was the only woman he had ever seen unclothed. Eventually Mrs. Chadwick would join him in bed. They rarely spoke and apart from the odd sigh there was nothing to indicate whether or not Mr. Bennet was enjoying having sexual intercourse with her. When Mr. Bennet had satiated his lust, Mrs. Chadwick got out of bed, redressed and left Mr. Bennet to enjoy a nap. And that was the total extent of Mr. Bennet's extra-marital sexual activities. He would have been perfectly happy to have his by now fairly limited sexual appetites satisfied at home; but Mrs. Bennet would never stopped complaining and railing against the ways of the world even when engaged in sexual intercourse with her husband. It all became too much for him. Everything was so much calmer at Mrs. Chadwick's establishment. Promptly at 3.00 pm Mrs. Chadwick would ring the bell to announce tea and scones in the parlour. Mr. Bennet would dress and leave a guinea on the dressing table before descending to the parlour where he would sit in contented silence drinking his tea and reading the Church Times, while Mrs. Chadwick got on with her knitting. At half past three Mr. Bennet would take his leave of Mrs. Chadwick and meet his coachman outside the Blue Boar for the journey home usually arriving in time for dinner. * © Gerald Cheshire 2010 Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 05 With apologies to Jane Austen! * Chapter XVIII Family Secrets Darcy's return to his estate in Derbyshire to acquaint the household of his impending marriage and that of his half-brother Wickham was fraught with serious problems. Hidden from the outside world; the lives of Darcy, Wickham and their sister Georgiana held a dark and dangerous secret. Darcy and Georgiana were the children of a rich land owning couple with substantial properties in Derbyshire and London. George Wickham was passed off as the son of Darcy's father's agent but was in fact the illegitimate issue of a liaison between Darcy's father and his mother's companion and painting teacher, Miss Younge. Darcy's father took full responsibility both for his love child and his mistress, who was accepted into the household by his wife. In fact they lived in a comfortable ménage a trois for ten years before the untimely death of both Darcy's parents. Wickham, Darcy and Georgiana were then brought up as a single family under the occasional supervision of Miss Younge and the land agent. As they reached their teenage years the three children relied more and more on each other and tended to exclude the outside world. They were all educated at Pemberley by private tutors but were otherwise left to their own devices. Eventually, in what seemed a natural progression from their early experience they formed their own ménage a trois. Darcy began to have sexual relations with his sister at an extremely early age. Fortunately Georgiana, while pubescent, was not yet fertile so there were no untoward consequences of their union. The same was also true of Wickham who was the same age as Georgiana and precociously sexually active. When Darcy and Wickham went up to Cambridge it seemed perfectly natural to the outside world that their sister should accompany them and look after their lodgings. As was common with undergraduates at that time, Darcy and Wickham spent most of their time drinking and fornicating. All of this was of no concern to Georgiana and after three misspent years they all returned to Pemberley and started to take on some responsibility for their vast estates and wealth. Lovers came and went, but nothing really changed; the ménage a trois persisted. Until now, when, in the course of a few short weeks, Georgiana discovered she had lost both Wickham and Darcy. She was mortified with grief and jealousy but took good care to hide the fact from her two lovers. She too regarded Lydia as a vulgar stupid tart but realised that Elizabeth was an altogether more formidable individual. Through her tears she began to ponder on how she could retrieve the situation. Darcy had assured her that while Elizabeth would become the nominal mistress of the household Georgiana would still have considerable authority. Darcy and Wickham had also assured her that they both wished to continue in their sexual relations with her and to that purpose the Dower House in the grounds at Pemberley was assigned to Georgiana as a venue for their future sexual activities. Needless to say both Elizabeth and Lydia were to be kept in ignorance of these strange incestuous arrangements. Having concluded these delicate negotiations with his sister Darcy travelled directly to Rosings, the property of his only other living relatives Lady Catherine de Burgh and her daughter Anne. There, a few days later, he was joined by Elizabeth and Wickham. Chapter XIX The Visit To Rosing Soon after the visitors had arrived at Rosing, the Collins' were invited to dine with them. It was an extremely dreary affair. The only saving grace being that as Lady Catherine hogged the conversation with occasional pauses for obsequies from Mr. Collins; Elizabeth could observe Wickham's reaction to Charlotte. He was in fact highly relieved, having expected a grim battleaxe entirely lacking in sexual allure. It was also apparent to him that she had absolutely no idea of the pleasures to be derived from sexual congress. After dinner when the ladies left the men to their port and cigars Elizabeth had the opportunity to talk privately with Charlotte who was clearly very unhappy at not producing a child. Elizabeth knew that her pragmatic solution to the problem would appall her friend and would never be agreed to. The only solution was to persuade Wickham to seduce her not once but several times. This was very dangerous territory indeed but she had nothing but contempt for Mr. Collins and knew that a child would give some focus to her friend's life. Sometime later the men rejoined them in the drawing room. It amused Elizabeth to speculate that Mr. Collins' presence must have put something of a damper on the usual louche male conversation and their rather weary distracted air tended to confirm this. Darcy engaged himself in conversation with his aunt giving Elizabeth an opportunity to talk with Wickham. "Well Mr. Wickham what have you to say about my friend Charlotte?" "She seems to be a rather sad young woman but not without her charms" "And wouldn't' you like to make her life a little happier?" "I can think of another that I would greatly prefer to please," said Wickham. "Well you and Lydia are soon to be married," replied Elizabeth. "I was referring to you", said Wickham. "I think I made you very happy indeed only last week." Elizabeth blushed. "Really Mr. Wickham it is most ungentlemanly of you to remind me of my indiscretion." Wickham lowered his voice and continued; "Perhaps if you were to be indiscrete again; rather more indiscrete in fact, I might be persuaded to help your friend." Elizabeth flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and confusion. She understood exactly what he was proposing and was disturbed to find that she found the idea rather exciting. The recollection of their intimate encounter in the attic room at Netherfield came flooding back. "Please correct me if I am wrong, but I think what concerns you most are practical matters rather than impropriety or moral scruples. You are a vigorous active young woman are you not who greatly enjoys horse riding? Indeed I have often heard Darcy comment favorably on your activities. It is not uncommon for such an active young woman to present herself to her husband on her wedding night with her hymen already broken but still a virgin. Indeed I know that the delightful prospect of engaging in sexual congress with you would totally distract him from any other considerations." Elizabeth was aware of the truth of his observations and in truth she was not entirely averse to his proposal; their previous encounter had been so utterly pleasurably. "Perhaps that is something we could discuss when you have attended to the needs of my friend," Elizabeth suggested. This was sufficient encouragement for Wickham to agree to take on the not particularly onerous duty of fucking Charlotte to ensure that she became pregnant. Shortly afterwards their secret conversation was ended and they mingled with the other members of the party. Naturally Mr. Collins invited the guests to visit at Hunsford on the following day. Chapter XX Astonishing Behaviour At Hunsford The next morning after breakfast Elizabeth, Darcy and Wickham made the short walk across the park to the Collins establishment where they were received effusively by Mr. Collins and no less happily by Charlotte. Mr. Collins invited them all to tour his garden of which he was inordinately proud. All declined except Darcy who felt it would be ungracious not to show an interest. As soon as Mr. Collins and Darcy had departed Wickham addressed himself to Charlotte. "Mrs. Collins your good friend Miss Bennet has confided in me in the strictest confidence your concerns about bearing a child. While not a doctor, I do have considerable knowledge and experience of these matters and I would be only to glad to help." "Yes Charlotte, please do allow Mr. Wickham to assist you," said Elizabeth. "I would need to carry out a simple medical examination, it would only take a few minutes and it would not be necessary for you to remove all your clothes, merely your undergarments." Charlotte hesitated but was reassured by Elizabeth's presence. Wickham glanced out of a high window where he could see Mr. Collins and Darcy in the distance. "Perhaps Miss Bennet you would stand by the door, it would not be appropriate to be interrupted while the examination is taking place." Wickham lead Charlotte over to the window from where they were both observed by Mr. Collins and waved to each other. There was a table in front of the window and Wickham asked Charlotte to bend forward over the table so that she was no longer visible from the garden. "If you will permit me Mrs. Collins," Without waiting for her reply he swiftly lifted up her dress and removed her undergarments exposing her buttocks and loins. Elizabeth watched in astonishment as he parted Charlotte's legs to reveal her pudenda. Wickham glanced casually over at Elizabeth as he unfastened his breeches allowing his erect member to spring out. Mrs. Collins, I need to probe your interior to establish the cause of the problem." Again without waiting for a replay he began to ease his prick into her cunt. Her first gasp of surprise immediately turning to appreciative sighs of pleasure as the full extent of his large prick penetrated deeply into her cunt. As he fucked her he was able to observe Mr. Collins and Darcy in the garden and also smiled at Elizabeth watching in fascination from the door. Clearly fornication in the standing position and from the rear was quite a common practice. Wickham spoke to Charlotte again. "Mrs. Collins, when this examination is completed it is absolutely essential that you go straight to your room and lie down with your feet up on a pillow." Mr. Collins smiled and waved and Wickham did likewise in return while continuing to fuck his wife out of sight below the window. Charlotte could barely understand what he was saying to her because of the most incredibly pleasurable pulsing feelings in her vagina. For the first time in her life she was about to have an orgasm. As she came she felt fierce hot pulses of fluid flooding up inside her. Wickham casually withdrew and turned to Elizabeth with his prick still semi erect "I think perhaps you should take Mrs. Collins to her room now, I'll make another examination tomorrow." Some minutes later as Charlotte lay on her bed with Elizabeth sitting beside her it began to dawn on her exactly what had taken place. She had been unfaithful to her husband and moreover she had found it an extremely agreeably experience. Elizabeth calmed her and explained that the likely outcome of her coupling with Wickham would be a pregnancy. Mr. Collins would be pleased, Lady Catherine would stop accusing her and she would have the baby she wished for. Nobody would ever question the matter of who the father really was. By the time Elizabeth got round to broaching the possibility of a further encounter with Wickham her recollection of how enjoyable it had been prompted immediate agreement. Chapter XXI Disgraceful Behaviour At Hunsford The following day it fell out that Darcy, Lady Catherine and Mr. Collins had to visit Winchester to consult with solicitors on matters concerning the Estate and the Church. They would be away all day. Elizabeth and Wickham could visit Charlotte again knowing that they would be entirely free from interruption. It was a warm balmy day as they strolled slowly across the Park "Well Miss Bennet would you agree that I have met my obligations with regard to Mrs. Collins?" "After today I think there can be no doubt in that regard." He stopped and pulled Elizabeth towards him and kissed her passionately on the lips. "Let me take you now," he demanded urgently. Elizabeth drew back. "I really think you ought to preserve your potency for Charlotte today. You may perhaps have me on another occasion." Wickham knew that there was no use pressing the matter with such a single minded woman as Elizabeth Bennet, so there he let the matter rest. Charlotte was expecting them and she had taken the precaution of sending her housekeeper on an errand to the next village and the parlour maid was set to work helping the gardener. They would not be disturbed for several hours. She led them up to her private sitting room adjacent to the bedroom. "Well Mrs. Collins I think a more thorough inspection is necessary today. Miss Bennet please take Mrs. Collins through to the bedroom and help her to undress, I'll join you shortly." The transformation in Charlotte was quite remarkable, she was perfectly happy to remove all her clothes and was lying naked on the bed when Wickham entered. He too was naked with a magnificent stiff erection. Elizabeth watched in fascination as Wickham's hands roamed over Charlotte's body. Charlotte needed no prompting to open her legs so that Wickham could enter her. He fucked expertly so that she reached orgasm with cries of pleasure a few minutes later. During the next hour he serviced her three more times. Wickham returned to Charlotte's sitting room leaving her dozing happily on the bed. Shortly afterwards Elizabeth also quietly re-entered the room where Wickham, still naked, was washing himself. After watching Wickham fucking Charlotte for an hour Elizabeth was actually feeling decidedly horny herself and was therefore somewhat disappointed to observe that Wickham's magnificent erection had faded away. She had discovered the sad truth that even the most potent of young men are constitutionally incapable of sustaining a continuous state of sexual arousal. A big cock would never impress her quite so much ever again. Elizabeth hesitated, uncertain what to say; Wickham was clearly in no condition to claim his reward and she doubted if even he would attempt to press himself upon her while they were staying under Lady Catherine's roof. There would be no further opportunity for consummation before their respective marriages leaving her with an unfulfilled obligation. Wickham looked at her and instantly divined her thoughts. "Oh no madam, don't think you can not escape your obligations to me that easily; I intend to have you in the Park on the way back to Rosing." 'Just so long as you are man enough to rise to the occasion,' Elizabeth rashly replied. "Come here you bloody minded contrary bitch," Wickham shouted in anger and tore Elizabeth's dress from her body before unceremoniously laying her across the back of an easy chair. "First you don't want me to fuck you and then you do, what you need is a good thrashing." He pulled her knickers down and began to beat her fiercely on her bare bottom. Elizabeth squealed with a mixture of pain and delight. Pain because of the sound thrashing he was giving but also, and quite unexpectedly, the huge pleasure of a massive throbbing pulsing orgasm. She had inadvertently discovered the delights of sadomasochism. Finally Wickham released her and she lay on the floor exhausted, her bottom tingling with pain. Wickham threw her clothes at her and told her to get out of the room and help Charlotte. Miss Bennet meekly obeyed; she had never been treated in such a manner before in her entire life and she was surprised how much she had enjoyed I! Charlotte discretely refrained from asking what all the screaming and shouting was about but could hardly fail to notice the evidence of Wickham's beating on Elizabeth's scarlet bottom. She would be unable to sit down comfortably for a week. Charlotte helped her to dress and repair the damage to her clothing while Elizabeth attempted to compose herself. She was still trembling with a mixture of shock and delight at the hiding Wickham had meted out to her. Eventually they were ready to return to the sitting room downstairs. Wickham was already seated, smiling and affable, as if nothing untoward had happened. Charlotte rang for the maid to bring tea. Half an hour passed in inconsequential conversation as they sipped their tea. It was as if the previous two hours had never happened, no reference was made to the matter either then or ever again afterwards. But all three of them had thoroughly enjoyed themselves and it was fortunate that there was no one there to observe their relaxed contented demeanour. Shortly afterwards Wickham and Elizabeth took their leave and returned across the fields to Rosings. There route took them through a woodland glade. Wickham glanced around the lonely scene. "Well Miss Bennet I think the time has come for you to fulfil your obligations to me." Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but before she could utter a word Wickham continued. "Madam you would be wise not to trifle with me any further unless you want another thrashing." Elizabeth trembled with a delicious blend of fear and ecstasy. She was not sure which she would enjoy the most; a good thrashing or a good fucking. 'Actually," he continued "you have a rather nice pert arse and I have a mind to fuck your bum instead.' Elizabeth blushed deeply, her heart pounding fiercely. How dare a gentleman talk to a lady in such a deeply degrading manner? And yet - and yet - she felt such a fierce thrill of delight, a strange combination of fear and acute sexual arousal. She wanted to abandon herself to him, to let him do anything he wanted with her. She wanted him to take her in the same brutal inconsequential manner in which she had watched him fuck Caroline Bingley. It was all too much for a well brought up young woman from a country vicarage. Wickham, experienced man of the world that he was, knew exactly how to expose a woman's innermost desires. He moved up close to her and swiftly stripped her naked before ordering her to get down on all fours. Moments later he too was naked and kneeling with his large cock close to Elizabeth's face. 'Lick my cock,' he commanded. As Elizabeth licked the full length of Wickham's stiff member the lingering taste and aroma of Charlotte's cunt was a reminder of Wickham's earlier activity. When Wickham was satisfied that his cock was sufficiently lubricated, he knelt behind Elizabeth, parted her buttocks and eased his cock slowly up her bum. Elizabeth gasped with a mixture of pleasure and pain as his prick explored her interior. Her face was pressed down on the ground with her arse sticking up prominently. It occurred to her that she was in a strangely undignified position and totally unable to move as Wicked steadily fucked her bum while simultaneously fingering her cunt. The combination of Wickham's total domination and the exotic mix of pleasure and pain found release in the most exquisite orgasm which caused Elizabeth to utter a long heartfelt scream of delight. Moments later she felt fierce pulses of Wickham's semen filling her anus. The couple lay in a state of contented exhaustion on the ground for twenty minutes before getting dressed and returning to Lady Catherine's house As they parted company in the hallway Elizabeth said, " Mr. Wickham, I would be greatly obliged if you would refrain from mentioning my fall from grace this afternoon to anyone else" Once in the privacy of her room Elizabeth removed her clothes and inspected her smarting buttocks in the mirror. She would have to take good care that her maid didn't have a sight of her now far from pert little bottom for the next few days. She lay face down on the bed and soon fell into an exhausted sleep from which she was woken an hour later by the sound of the dinner gong. © Gerald Cheshire 2010 Secret Pride & Prejudice Pt. 06 With apologies to Jane Austen! Chapter XXII Wedding Bells Three weeks later the three weddings took place at a common ceremony at the Bennet's parish church, after which the happy couples and their guests repaired to Netherfield for the wedding breakfast. Mrs. Bennet's joy was unbounded the more so because of the fact that she had missed her period and was almost certainly pregnant. She had a fresh bloom in her cheeks and looked for all the world like an older sister rather than a mother. Wickham exchanged glances with his mother and allowed his mind to dwell with some pleasure on what had passed between them. It had already occurred to him that during the early stages of her pregnancy he would be able to fuck her with impunity. For the time being, however, Wickham had his new bride to entertain and instruct and he was sure that it would be totally delightful. Never-the-less his eyes still strayed to the only remaining member of the Bennet gynocracy, apart from Lydia, that he had not yet pleasured and he made a mental note that Kate must not be deprived of the delights of his prick for too long. The new Mrs. Darcy observed the scene with quiet satisfaction; all her plans had come to fruition. She was sure that Jane and Bingley would be a devoted and happy couple. She was equally sure that Lydia and Wickham would continue to behave outrageously but that as a married couple in their own establishment the world at large would not be aware of it. For her own part she had a rich and handsome husband and would be mistress of a large country mansion in Derbyshire and a town house in London. And so the long and happy day drew to an end and the guests gradually departed. Only Darcy's sister Georgiana, Caroline Bingley and the Hursts remained to stay overnight. The three couples were to spend the night at Netherfield before proceeding on their separate honeymoons. Three bridal suites had been prepared. One significant event that went unremarked in the general excitement was the announcement of the engagement of Caroline Bingley to Colonel Foster of the Local Militia. Caroline had discovered she was pregnant by either Wickham or Darcy and had hastily induced Colonel Foster to propose to her. Darcy had discretely ensured that she came to the marriage with a substantial dowry. Chapter XXIII Elizabeth's Wedding Night Elizabeth and Darcy said good night to the other couples and decided to take a walk in the grounds before retiring to their bridal suite. It was a beautiful warm balmy summer night. Darcy took Elizabeth in his arms and kissed her. They strolled on hand in hand through the moonlit garden. Eventually they reached the lake. A thought occurred to Darcy. "Shall we go for a swim in the lake?" "I think I'd rather have a game of billiards" Elizabeth said mischievously. "Really", said Darcy in some surprise. "Yes", said Elizabeth firmly, "I'd like you to teach me to play billiards exactly as you taught Miss Bingley to play". "Oh really, and what do you know about Miss Bingley's billiard playing?" "Not a lot really, but I did see you and Wickham fucking her on the billiard table when I was here a few weeks ago. I rather think I like you to do the same to me please" Darcy needed no further encouragement and taking her hand they ran together up to the house and into the still open doors of the billiard room. All the lamps had been extinguished but the light of the full moon shone brilliantly into the un-curtained windows. Suddenly Elizabeth realised there was a problem; she was still wearing her bridal gown. "Mr. Darcy, you must act as my maid, please help me to remove my dress." After a few moments fumbling in the half-lit room, her dress slid slowly to the floor where it rested stiffly in a circle. Carefully Elizabeth stepped over and out of her dress. Darcy surveyed her with some satisfaction. "If you would permit me Mrs. Darcy I would like to remove your petticoat." Darcy stood behind her and lifted the fragile garment over her head and off he body. He gently kissed her on the back of her neck. She trembled with excitement. "Your knickers too I think." said Darcy urgently. Elizabeth stood facing the table and looking out into the garden. She could hear the sound of Darcy removing his clothes behind her. After a few moments she turned to face him. He was naked and magnificently erect. They joined in a passionate embrace fondling and feeling each others bodies. Darcy removed her only remaining garment, a light under-slip. Carefully he picked her up and laid her down gently on the table. He stood looking down at her beautiful naked body illuminated by the moonlight then bent over her and kissed her gently on the lips while gently fondling her breasts. He slid his hands down her body and parted the lips of her pudenda before delicately stimulating it with his tongue. Sensing that she was now fully aroused and ready for sexual intercourse he helped her off the table, after which she needed no encouragement to bend forward over the table so that he could enter her from behind. Darcy began to fuck her slowly and deliberately. Neither of them spoke while he savoured the silky smooth feel of her virgin cunt, the delicious lubricious friction. as he slid his prick gently up and down; He could feel little spasms as her cunt pulsed and gently gripped his prick. Elizabeth began to gasp and sigh with the pleasure of orgasmic ecstasy. They both came together and she felt she the fierce hot pulsing of his ejaculation. Darcy made no attempt to withdraw and Elizabeth could feel his prick slowly contacting inside her and then, a few moments later, felt it beginning to swell once again. Darcy continued to fuck her slowly and relentlessly until they both came together again. When Darcy finally withdrew Elizabeth stood up and turned to face him. He kissed her gently and tenderly. Elizabeth finally spoke. "Well Mr. Darcy I do believe you can claim your hundred guineas now! Shall we go for a swim in the lake now? Hand in hand they walked down to the lake their naked bodies illuminated in the moonlight. They paused to embrace while Darcy's hands explored Elizabeth's breasts and pudenda then continued on barefoot across the dew soaked lawn. By the time they reached the lake Darcy was erect again. They lay down together on the dew laden grass, their bodies trembling with sensual anticipation. Again Darcy inserted his long prick into Elizabeth's cunt. She lay back and put her legs over his shoulders while wondering vaguely whether this was entirely appropriate behaviour for a supposed virginal bride. Clearly Darcy was not concerned with such niceties being rather more concerned to ensure that his wife should have a thoroughly enjoyable shagging. Their mutual gasps of pleasure some minutes later indicated that satisfaction had been achieved. Hot and sweating from their endeavours, they lay momentarily side by side on the grass. "Now lets swim", said Elizabeth. Hand in hand they waded out into the large ornamental lake glistening in the moonlight. They swam and frolicked while trying not to make too much noise and attract attention from the sleeping household. It was delicious swimming in the pool, the delightful feel of the water on their naked bodies. They embraced passionately in the water and Elizabeth could feel Darcy's prick fiercely erect once more. They returned to the lakeside and Darcy ran back to the house to retrieve Elizabeth's underclothes. As he returned, Elizabeth could see his immense erect cock swaying gently as he ran. Once more they lay down in the grass and he fucked her again. Darcy used his shirt to dry Elizabeth's body and helped her on with her underclothes. Once back in the house Darcy also dressed. Elizabeth decided to leave her wedding gown in the billiard room and returned to the bedroom wearing her underwear only. The bridal gown remained standing on the billiard room floor where it became a great source of speculation to the servants next morning. Chapter XXIV Jane's Wedding Night Long before Mr. and Mrs. Darcy's sexual extravagances were completed Jane and Bingley were fast asleep lying contentedly in each other's arms. Jane did not even remove her nightdress before deploying Bingley's erection in exactly the same way she was accustomed to using her hair brush handle. Bingley was somewhat surprised but did not attempt to penetrate his wife. Bingley didn't have the wide sexual experience of Wickham and Darcy although like most rich young men he had occasionally visited prostitutes. He sensed that Jane was not ready for sexual intercourse and settled for the pleasurably sensation of his wife fondling his erection. Indeed he was so attentive to his wife's sensibilities that he even refrained from ejaculating on her body or nightdress. It was to be several weeks before Bingley finally and gently penetrated his wife's vagina. Thereafter, surprisingly perhaps, she demanded regular and prolonged sexual intercourse. Her libido was in fact just has highly developed as her younger sisters, not to mention her mother. Chapter XXV Lydia's Wedding Night Wickham didn't even wait for Lydia's maid to be dismissed before swiftly removing her dress and running his hand up her thighs. Moments later she was naked apart from her stockings but fortunately, for decorum's sake, Lydia still had the presence of mind to ask the maid to leave. "Why on earth did you tell her to go?" said Wickham. "I was going to ask her to join us in bed! She's a very lively girl; I would like to have fucked her again" "Wickham, you are disgraceful, but, I confess so am I! But I do think that a girl is entitled to the undivided attention of her husband on her wedding night." While this conversation was going on they were engaged in intimate caressing and fondling. Lydia observed Wickham's prick with the eye of a connoisseur. I was considerably larger than any she had played with previously, in her encounters with the Militia officers. Gently she placed her hand around the magnificent specimen savouring its size, weight and stiffness. She was careful not to be too vigorous in her examination, she knew just how easily it could induce an explosive ejaculation. "Oh Wickam, what a beautiful big cock you've got! I bet you've made a lot of girls very happy with it." Lydia lay back on the bed and spread her legs wide. Since she was thirteen years old she had fantasised about exposing herself to a man. She felt a thrill of excitement as he stared intently at her body. Before dressing that morning she had carefully trimmed back the pubic hair on her pudenda so has to make her orifice clearly visible; not that it was strictly necessary; she was already in such a high state of arousal that her cunt was wide open with the delicate pink fleshy interior clearly exposed to view. Then something happened that surprised even a man of Wickham's wide experience. Lydia's began, without any stimulation, to have a spontaneous orgasm. Wickham stared in amazement as she writhed and twisted on the bed, gasping and screaming. Wickham promptly got on top of her and began to fuck her. Lydia responded ecstatically, she had been thinking about little else since she was thirteen years old. A few minutes later her enthusiastic screams of ecstasy and the pulsing as her vagina gripped his prick gave him the signal to come for the very first time inside his beautiful virginal wife. Wickham was an expert in these matters, he had absolutely no doubt that she had been a virgin prior to their intercourse; as indeed was Jane Bennet and, more surprisingly, Charlotte Collins when he had first fucked her. Readers will recall that Wickham had left Elizabeth a technical virgin by fucking her bum instead. Wickham lay on his side supporting himself on one elbow looking down thoughtfully at his beautiful naked bride. There were so many things to teach her, so many delightfully sexual games to play with her and he was already sure that she would be a very eager and cooperative pupil. "Would you like to see the place where I first seduced your sister Elizabeth?" he asked Lydia stared at him in disbelief. "You, with Elizabeth!" she shrieked. "Impossible, Elizabeth would never do such a thing. You're teasing me." "Come on, I'll show you. Slip on a wrap, its cold up in the attics." She did as she was bidden and he led her up to the attic room with the large mirror and the low couch. Wickham lit several candles already in place in holders. He had been here several times before, not only with Elizabeth but also with Caroline Bingley and Lydia's maid. With regard to the maid it must be added that she came quite willingly and was extremely grateful for the half-guinea he gave her afterwards. Lydia spoke again. "You seduced my sister here? But she would never permit it, did you rape her?" Wickham smiled enigmatically. "No; not really." "You must have done, I know my sister she would never allow a man to take her." "All I did was tie her down on the couch with those pieces of rope over there." Lydia shrieked with astonishment and then experienced a sudden frisson of excitement at the thought of being tied down and raped by a man. Wickham had been observing her demeanour while he related his fictitious account of his meeting with Elizabeth. He swiftly removed her wrap and picked her up and carried her over to the couch. "And now young women, I'm going to rape you." He swiftly and expertly tied her hands together behind her head then spread her legs wide before tying them firmly to the couch. Lydia, naked and quite helpless felt a delicious thrill of sexual excitement almost to the point of orgasm again. Wickham knelt down in front of her and began to delicately probe her labia with his tongue while gently massaging her clitoris with his fingers. Lydia was soon writhing in ecstasy while screaming and gasping in delight. Wickham was pleased; in his experience some women at the point of orgasm made a great deal of noise like Lydia, while others made little barely audible gasping sounds almost as though it would not be seemly to let him know that they were enjoying themselves. Wickham preferred the noisy kind it made him feel his efforts were appreciated. Wickham released Lydia from her bonds. He was such a clever lover; he had barely touched her but merely uncovered her secret desire to be raped. He knelt astride her body with his large erection inches from her face. He was about to explain the finer points of fellatio to her when Lydia said, "Do you want me to take it in my mouth?" The beautiful young woman was an angel with the manners of a prostitute. "When I come I want you to swallow it all down, it's almost tasteless, its quite harmless and it won't make you pregnant." Lydia nodded eagerly and took the first inch of his prick into her mouth. She inserted her fingers into her cunt to lubricate them with the copious sexual juices still flowing in her vagina then, using the fingers of both of her hands she began to gently massage and fondle his prick. "I'm coming now", said Wickham urgently as fierce hot pulses of semen shot into her mouth. Wickham drew back still spurting onto her face and eyes. She swallowed it all down, gasping and choking. "My, that was fun!" she said. "What a lot of stuff shoots out! It tastes quite salty doesn't it!" Wickham looked at Lydia with utter delight, she taken him in and swallowed his cum with all the practiced skill of a five-shilling prostitute from Hyde Park. She was indeed a very quick learner. "I do declare Lydia, I could put you up for sale in a North African Bazaar and easily get a five hundred guineas for you." "You want to sell me to an Arab?" shrieked Lydia. "What sort of way is that for a man to treat his new wife?" Wickham waited to see what she would say next, he had already discerned that she enjoyed being spoken to outrageously. "And how would I be dressed for the sale?" she asked. "Oh you'd be quite naked" Wickham replied casually. "What, in front of all those men?" "Well they'd want to see what they were buying, wouldn't they?" Lydia paused, savouring the lewd tone of the conversation. She had never spoken to a man quite like this before; she was beginning to feel quite sexually aroused "Would you let them touch me?" she said archly. "Oh yes" said Wickham. Lydia lowered her voice provocatively, and began to masturbate. Wickham watched with delight. "Where would you let them touch me Wickham?" "If a man is buying a woman he needs to know that she got large firm tits and a shapely bottom and" here he paused momentarily, he wasn't quite sure of the extent of Lydia's sexual vocabulary. "and nice juicy accommodating lips, by which I mean the lips between her legs." Lydia started to masturbate. "You'd let them put their fingers in my cunt and rub me so that I came in front of all those men?" "You'd like that wouldn't you?" "Oh yes I'd love it. All those men wanting to fuck me; all those lovely long stiff pricks. Oh yes! Ooh yes! OOH YES!" Evidently the local militia officers had adequately taken care of Lydia's sexual vocabulary. Lydia reached her climax and lay back on the couch. A thought suddenly occurred to her. "What did you mean, the first time you seduced Elizabeth; have you been fucking her regularly? I just don't believe it. You must have raped her; she's such a cold fish." "Is she?" said Wickham provocatively. Lydia tried another tack. "Did you make her come? I bet you didn't, I bet she just lay there like a dead fish on a slab." "Why don't you ask her?" said Wickham. "I know; the next time I fuck her, I'll let you watch" Lydia rather thought that he was making the whole thing up to tease her. The idea that her serious prim and proper sister would actually open her legs for a man, a man she wasn't even married to was just too preposterous for words. Indeed such was Elizabeth's cool and calm reputation that Lydia even had difficulty imagining her in bed with her new husband Darcy. But Lydia certainly wouldn't have dared to ask her about her relationship with Wickham; she was still rather afraid of her formidable sister. Lydia and Wickham returned to their room, and, eventually, silence descended and all the happy, not to say exhausted, lovers slept. Epilogue I'm sure dear reader you will be glad to know that no more than nine months later Mrs. Bennet and her daughters Jane, Elizabeth and Lydia all gave birth to fine healthy boys. Mrs. Charlotte Collins and Mrs. Caroline Foster also produced delightful masculine offspring. All the children bore a quite remarkable resemblance to Wickham and Darcy. The only contentious point was who exactly was the father of Caroline's young son? Was it Wickham or Darcy? Author's note: I am grateful to the small but mainly appreciative readership of my improbable tale. Much to my surprise no one took me to task for daring to tamper with the almost sacred text of Jane Austen's masterpiece. I have it in mind to perhaps write a sequel detailing the increasingly incestuous goings on at Pemberley. Feedback from readers on this idea would be appreciated. © Gerald Cheshire 2010