An erotic riff on the Jane Austen romance novels of the early 19^th century in which everyone was oh, so polite …

Dearest Annabelle

My Dearest Cousin Annabelle,

Let me begin with an apology for my tardiness in replying to your welcome letter of the 12^th instant.  It took but a week to reach me, so I can lay no blame for my delay at the feet of the Royal Post.  In truth I thought I would wait until I had more interesting news to impart.  As fate would have it, my hope was more than fulfilled.

To prevent your languishing in suspense for the balance of this letter, I will state that I have for the last few days been sharing my bed and body with an exquisite young gentleman of my heretofore slight acquaintance.  As you might imagine, we are on much more familiar terms now.  That said, I will undertake to relate in as much detail as I am able the events that constituted my late adventure.

1. The Cotillion

The broad morning light allowed her to gain a clear (and very close) view of her new lover’s face.  His eyes were closed and his mouth gaped open with his effort as he strove between her legs.  His dark, crisp hair surmounted a long, sensitive (she fancied) face.  The teeth that peeked between his parted lips seemed in very good shape indeed – a sure sign of good health.  That was entirely consistent with the findings of her finger tips which traced his lean rib cage.  And of course there was nothing wanting in his energy.

His cock was thrusting into her cunt at an accelerating rhythm that proclaimed his nearness to his climax.  The bed clothes they had shared were thrown aside, leaving her in danger of catching a chill from the morning breeze that coursed through the open casements.  That danger was forestalled however by the male body imparting its warmth to hers.  More to that point, his skin was moist with incipient perspiration.

At last his body gave a sharp hitch.  He missed a stroke and then plunged into her.  Needlessly, she raised her legs still higher to receive his emission.  Several gasps and jerks later, he settled down on her.  Solicitously, she wrapped her arms around him while he caught his breath. 

Observing him while he fucked her had distracted her from seeking her own climax, but no matter.  He had managed to give her exceptional service the previous night during their initial fuck.  She had been moved to thank him for his excellent cock work.  Perhaps her inexperience showed in that gesture.  Well, at 16 she could hardly be expected to exhibit all of the worldly reserve an older woman.

At last he heaved himself up on his extended arms so that he could look into her face.

“Good morning, Miss Austen,” he said with the slightest smile.  “I hope you slept well.  I regret the necessity of disturbing your slumber, but you looked so appealing in the morning light that I could not resist fucking you at once.”

The slumbering girl had indeed been appealing.  Her full face and lips surrounded by chestnut pincurls appeared nothing short of angelic, even with her blue eyes shuttered.  The thin black choker still encircled the base of her slim neck, the only article of raiment persisting from her costume of the previous night.  Her rounded breasts with their tiny areoles and starkly standing nipples seemed at once little girlish and compelling erotic.  But as she lay on her back with her legs parted, it was the cleft between those slim thighs that deprived him of any thought other than fucking her hard and deep.

 “I have no objection to your availing yourself of my body while I slept, Mr. Darcy,” the girl replied.  “After all, that was the purpose of our bedding together.  I do however find your manners open to question by inseminating a lady without soliciting her permission.” 

She maintained a serious expression as his face froze in reaction to her rebuke.

“I assumed that you would raise the point if you were in hazard of pregnancy.  Truly, Miss Austen, I thought your permission was implicit.  My abject apologies.”

She allowed her reproving attitude to fall away.  With her body still vibrating in the aftermath of the sexual stimulation he provided, it was difficult to remain stern regardless of how much he deserved her opprobrium.

“Well, I confess that your surmise was correct.  My acquiescence was indeed borne of my confidence that I was in a safe period of my monthly cycle.  I would have granted permission if asked.  In the end, there is no harm done.  I accept your apology, Mr. Darcy.”

His relief was unmistakable.  It was clear that he meant no breach of manners, but a lady must not allow her favors to be taken for granted.  Otherwise, she was no better than a serving girl who might be taken at will.

Although she had been casually acquainted with her new swain for much of their respective young lives, she had never considered him as a possible sex partner until the Mid-Summer’s Cotillion of the previous night.  Given annually by Lord Everly, 7^th Duke of Rochester, it included all of the gentry – titled and untitled – to be found in the surrounding countryside.  From the moment Mr. Darcy read her glance and sought a dance early in the evening, they seemed to gravitate together.

She allowed her growing attraction leave to dictate her actions.  As they parted after their third dance, she casually passed her hand over the front of his trousers and down to his crotch.  She gave his cock a playful squeeze as she looked him directly in the eyes.  He smiled as though they had shared a private jest, but it was the tense sort of smile that indicated that he had apprehended the significance of her gesture.

When they engaged for the next dance his finger tips passed lightly over her bare nipples as he reached for her raised hand.  Indeed, since nearly all of the unmarried girls displayed bare breasts she was not the only girl who would be touched that way. She nevertheless snuggled close to him as they essayed the new-fangled waltz.  Lord Everly had lived up to his Whig reputation by allowing such a controversial dance to be included in his festivities.

They were sharing yet another pleasant interlude over the rims of their punch glasses when a serious mien suddenly passed over him.  He lowered his glass deliberately and looked directly into her eyes.

“Miss Austen, I can bear this no longer. I am quite smitten by you.  Will you do me the honor of allowing me to fuck you this night?”

There it was.  She had made a conquest.  The pressure on her chest momentarily prevented her from replying, but her answer was never in doubt.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy.  I accept your proposal with pleasure.”

“I suggest that we repair to your father’s house since that is nearer by than my home.”

Oh!  He wanted to make a night of it rather than simply slipping off to one of the upstairs chambers for a quick act of fornication. If possible, she was more thrilled.

“That is certainly agreeable,” she replied.  “Allow me inform my parents and we shall be off.”

He followed in her wake as she waded through the company.  Fortuitously she found her parents together.  Her father’s gambling had lately become a matter of concern for her practical mother, so the latter was at pains to keep track of the former to be sure there would be no slipping off to the card table.

“Mother, Father,” she addressed them as her companion watched over her shoulder.  “Mr. Darcy has kindly offered to fuck me.  So with your permission, I would like to absent myself for the purpose of accompanying him to our home and consummating our agreement.”

Her mother looked over her shoulder at her daughter’s attendant.  Her face relaxed almost immediately.

“Of course, Dear, that sounds lovely.  Enjoy yourselves.”

She turned meaningfully to her husband.  He seemed to be catching up but quickly ascertained that his approbation was required.

“Uh, yes of course you may, my dear.”  As an afterthought: “Will you be requiring the use of the carriage?”

“No, Sir Edward,” the young man returned promptly.  “I have my phaeton.  I think we can manage the trip in that.”

The older man nodded.

“Just so, Master Darcy.  I enjoin you to be careful, nevertheless.”

With effusive reassurances, they took their leave of her parents and set out for Netherfield Park.

The moon was nearly full, affording a well-lighted path for their trip that would occupy some three quarters of an hour.  Although the late June night was warm, Jane felt the need to draw her shawl over her bare breasts for warmth.  Her companion assisted with her quest for comfort, holding the reins in one hand while his other arm encircled her shoulders.  Closer congress was prevented by the volume of her stylish bonnet.  He had laid his hat aside.

The length of the drive gave them ample time for improvisation.  Careful head maneuvers allowed her to present her face to her candidate lover’s lips.  He took full advantage his new access.

Relinquishing the tight grip on her shawl freed her hands to explore his male appointments.  She managed to unbutton his fly and then began to root for her prize.  That was when she turned her gaze up to his face.  Even in the faint moonlight she could discern the intensity of his look as he willed her success.

Jane was pleased with her acquisition when his rigid cock emerged into the evening air.  It seemed an impressive size, especially its girth.  Her gaze shifted between his member and his face as her hand slid lightly up and down his shaft.  Her smile was teasing.  His was tense.

She knew what was expected of her.  Retrieving both her hands, she untied her bonnet and laid it at her feet.  Her hands returned to stroke his cock a few more times before she bent to her task.

His cock head was large but sculpted and supple.  It slipped smoothly between her lips.  The bumping of the carriage notwithstanding, she let the head rest on her lips while her tongue explored his glans.  The taste of his precum was clean.  She took more of him into her mouth.  His shaft was smooth, straight and very hard.  Memories of the other (mostly older) men she had sucked suffered by comparison. 

Relaxing her throat, she took the rest of him into her.  Even so, she barely managed.  His endowment was impressive.  She quickly pulled back before the thought of his girth caused her to gag.  Working the rim of his head with her tongue caused him to squirm.  The hand resting on her head began to grip her hair. 

She redoubled her efforts.  The hissing of his breathing reached her ears.  His body was writhing, his feet shifting on the floor boards.  Abandoning all reserve, she resolved to take him over.  The vigor with which she sucked and licked overshadowed any of her previous efforts.  This cock was going to be hers.

“Unh … unh …”

Closing her lips snugly around his shaft, she continued to stimulate him even as his cock twitched.  The stream of warm, thick seed struck the lining of her mouth with distinct force.  She swallowed quickly, anticipating the next spurt.  She contained the trailing emissions deftly.

Mr. Darcy began to relax.  Solicitous for the condition of his trousers, she continued to suck and swallow as his cock softened.  She gave the tip a solicitous final lick before returning it to the security of his trousers.  Buttoning up his fly completed her task.  Retrieving her bonnet, she put herself back in order before primly pulling her shawl around her breasts once again.  That accomplished, she allowed herself to revel in her companion’s silent admiration.

Mr. Darcy’s phaeton was commended to the care of the watchman.  Jane dismissed the offers of assistance from the servants as she swept up the staircase en route to her chamber trailed by her lover-to-be. 

When he turned from closing the door to her room behind him he found her facing him as she shed her garments.  He watched the puddle of clothing accumulating around her feet for only a few moments before he emulated her example.  However, he was still struggling with his boots when she had attained full nudity.  The distraction of viewing her smooth cunt and prominent mons did nothing to facilitate his progress.

She moved smoothly – flowed, he thought – to his feet.  Taking a knee, she deftly relieved him of his foot ware in almost less time than it took him to realize his feet were free.  Wordlessly urging him to stand, she proceeded to cause the rest of his clothes to disappear.  When her task was complete, she added a flourish – a quick stroke of his hardening cock with gentle fingers.

Her smile was beatific as she took his hand and backed to the bed.  Once she was reclining expectantly, he mounted the bed himself, his mind buzzing.

The girl accepted his touches and raised her face to receive his kiss.  She let him tongue her passively for a few moments before deploying her own tongue.  His finger was in her cunt as his lips passed on to her nipples.  Her breathing became heavy as she stroked his hair to encourage his oral ministrations.  His response was to move down her front, kissing his way to the goal between her legs.

Her body twitched involuntarily as his tongue encountered her clitoris.  Her fingers dug into his hair as her passion was unleashed.  He gave her no quarter.  His tongue dashed against her sensitive spot relentlessly.  Her legs opened wider as she struggled under his assault.

She was moaning uncontrollably when she received his gift.  His cock invaded her cunt with smooth, sure strokes.  Thus impaled, she raised her legs and prepared to be fucked.

Having been recently relieved, he performed his office in a leisurely fashion.  He experimented with various angles and rhythms while watching his partner’s response.  Her vocalizations and writhing body provided ample evidence of his success. 

By the time she had attained climax twice, fatigue was settling in.  Fortuitously, the tingle in his cock signaled that the end of his ordeal was at hand.  He strove with renewed vigor.  The girl under him locked her legs behind his rump and pulled him to her with each thrust. 

Nevertheless his climax dawdled.  Her passion began to rise again.  Having no more reserves, he was reduced to mechanically maintaining his efforts.  Abruptly, his cock detonated.  He faltered as the first release set off a reaction through his muscles.  The second spurt built on the first. 

His climax submerged him in wave of pleasure.  As his body bucked under the influence of his release he involuntarily fast stroked his partner’s cunt.  As a result his descent was anything but tranquil.  The girl was writhing under him with her third climax.  Dazed, he supported himself on his outstretched arms as he felt his cock being wrung by her clenching cunt muscles.

Afterward, she pulled him down to her.  Her lips and tongue testified to her approval of his performance as much as her gasped words.  He managed a weary smile and acknowledged her appreciation.  Secretly, he marveled at his luck.  He had never been so successful pleasing a woman before.

She allowed him to vacate her cunt in order to rise and snuff the candles.  As they settled down in the darkness, she snuggled with him and purred her contentment.  He heard little of her post-coital testimony.  He was asleep within moments of his head’s touching the pillow.  She listened for a few moments to his regular breathing before drifting off herself.

I don’t believe I have passed a more blissful night’s repose than I did that night snuggled close to the man who had provided me with such pleasure with so much solicitude.

2. Breakfast

The ritual of their morning fuck completed, Jane excused herself to slip behind the screen on one side of her room to use the chamber pot.  Her lover followed her example afterward.  When he emerged from his necessary activity he encountered her standing naked at the wash stand. 

They exchanged awkward pleasantries as they took turns using the facility.  Ironically, despite having shared the ultimate intimacies, they experienced mutual embarrassment as they tending to their hygienic needs.  The uncomfortable mood was broken by a knock on the door.

On the girl’s permissive, the chamber maid entered to inquire if “Miss and her guest” would like breakfast now.  The servant didn’t bat an eye at the two naked people standing plainly in her view.  Upon an affirmative reply, the maid crossed to a table situated before a divan and cleared it for use.  In the space of time she vacated the room to fetch the breakfast Jane pulled on a dressing gown.  As she did so she glanced expectantly at him.

“I fear I came unprepared with the necessary wardrobe to dress appropriately for each activity of the day.  I will have to beg your indulgence for my lack of prescribed costume.”

She smiled as she took her place on the divan and patted the seat beside her.

“Under the circumstances, Mr. Darcy, I feel I can dispense you from that obligation.  I believe informality can be tolerated in this instance.”

The young man took the indicated seat as the maid bustled into the room again following her quick, unanswered knock.  Having set the tray, fine tuned the arrangement of the contents and inquired if anything else was required, the young woman withdrew.

The girl invited her companion to extend his visit.  She coyly confided that she was expecting her “monthly visitor” in a few days but that she and her cunt would welcome his continued physical attention until that event intervened.  He replied that he accepted her invitation gladly as he believed that his cock and her cunt had considerably more mutually beneficial business to transact.

She smiled at his characterization and observed that it would therefore be unnecessary to find him a guest room since he should consider her chambers his own.  For his part he averred that his needs for space would be limited to a side of her bed.  She replied that she hoped that he would spend his bed time between her legs rather than beside her.  She accompanied that saucy rejoinder with a suggestive stroking of his thigh.  He covered her hand with his own, leaned close and murmured that if she wished they would not leave the confines of her bed for the duration of his stay.

When they parted from the ensuing kiss, her hand went to his cock.  It greeted her grasp with tumescent firmness.  Still watching his face she began to massage his sex organ gently.

The knock at the door was authoritative and expectant, not sort that a servant would impart.  They jumped apart as Jane called for the person outside the door to enter.  The door opened to admit Mrs. Austen.  Darcy rose to his feet with as much grace as he could, his half-hard cock bounding slightly behind the overall motion of his body.  The woman’s eyes went immediately to the naked youth.

“Good morning, Mother,” Jane essayed as she too gained her feet and crossed to the older woman.  Kiss implanted on cheek, she inquired how the rest of their evening had gone.

“Pleasantly,” was the reply, “although not as pleasant as yours, no doubt.” 

Mrs. Austen’s gaze was fixed only briefly on her daughter before returning to Darcy.

“Good morning, Ma’am,” Darcy volunteered with a slight bow.  “I hope you passed a restful night.”

The older woman’s face assumed a slight smile.

“Indeed, I believe my reply to you, Mr. Darcy, would be the same as I just gave my daughter.”  She then looked meaningfully at his cock.  “It appears that I may have intruded at an inopportune time.”

“It’s quite alright, Mother.  Mr. Darcy and I were discussing the possibility of his staying on for a few days to … visit further with me.”

Her mother’s smile broadened as she once again looked at her daughter.

“I’m sure Mr. Darcy is quite welcome, particularly since you appear to be enjoying his company.  But it would be good form to secure your father’s acquiescence before solidifying your plans.”

“Of course.”

But Mrs. Austen’s attention had already returned to the young man.  She took a few steps in his direction and extended her hand to his penis.

“May I?” she inquired meaningfully.

Darcy quickly covered his disconcert at her obvious intent.

“Of course.  Please be my guest, Madam.”

It was all he could do to remain still with his hands at his side as his penis became imprisoned in the older woman’s firm grasp.  She looked over her new acquisition carefully as though it were some sort of strange specimen.

“That is a fine instrument you have here, Mr. Darcy.”  Her eyes came up to meet his at the conclusion of her inspection.  “I have some experience in these matters and therefore assure you that I have seen few male organs to rival yours in size and regularity of shape.” 

“That’s very kind of you to say so, Mistress,” he managed.

Despite its being handled, his cock felt as though it was on the point of retreating.

“But I find it remarkable that your penis is circumcised.  Based on what I know of your family, I am fairly certain that you are not Judaic by ancestry.”

Understanding the point of her comment, his mind suddenly came into sharp focus.

“That is true, Ma’am.  The males of my family are all so altered, but we have no affiliation with the descendants of Father Abraham.” He felt his body relax as he continued.  “My grandfather was a naval surgeon who traveled for a time throughout the Mediterranean.  While there he fell in with various non-Christian medical communities.  Some of them included Jews.  As a result of these consultations, he became convinced of the health benefits of male circumcision.  So much so that he underwent that procedure and mandated that all his male heirs be similarly adjusted.  He wrote a monograph on the topic, but apparently failed to convince a significant portion of this country’s medical community to adopt the practice.”

“Is that so?  What a pretty tale.” She released his organ and retreated a step.  “Sometime when we are more at leisure you must acquaint me with the particulars of your grandfather’s findings.”

He bowed slightly again.

“I shall be pleased to do so whenever you find it convenient, Ma’am.”

She was surveying his body again.  Deprived of its inspiration, his cock hung limp.

“Apart from your very fine cock, Mr. Darcy, I believe you cut a very fine figure of young manhood.  I must confess that I find it very pleasant just looking at your body.” 

His discomfort returned.

“That being the case,” she continued, “I wonder if you would grant me a very great favor.”

“Of course, Madam.  Anything.” 

That was not what he wanted to say, but he was keen to avoid a breach of manners at all costs.  

“I would like you to remain nude for the duration of your stay with us.  Will you do that?”

His brain was only beginning to digest the import of the request when his mouth sealed the bargain.

“Of course, Madam.  Nothing would give me greater pleasure.”

Her smile became radiant.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy.  I appreciate your indulgence.”

She turned to her saucer-eyed daughter.

“I believe I will take my leave now.  I expect we shall see each other later.”

Although my mother has a talent for conjuring up the novel, this had to be beyond the pale of what I could have expected.   I wondered that Mr. Darcy could have agreed to it so readily.

3. The Master

The younger woman turned her gaze on her naked companion as soon as the door closed behind her mother.  For his part, he had remained standing.  He turned to her expectantly.

“That was certainly a strange request from my mother,” the girl ventured.  “Are you truly content with this arrangement?”

His mind had had a space to process the situation.  Despite his misgivings, Darcy offered a reassuring smile.

“In truth, I see no obstacle to my compliance with your mother’s wishes.  I am comfortable in my skin with nothing further required.  Certainly the weather promises to be warm and fine, so I see no hardship on that score.”

Miss Austen’s face relaxed into a smile as well.

“Then I will confess my pleasure with the prospect having you about in the nude.  I hardly know which I find more appealing – your fine ass or your excellent cock.”

The object of her address smiled more broadly as he affected a deep bow.

“You do me an honor with such extravagant flattery, Miss Austen.  Indeed, I am more content than ever about my commitment now that I know it provides you with such pleasure.”

They maintained their exchange of smiles for a silent space before she broke the mood.

“We had best be about waiting on Father,” Jane suggested.  “It would be indecorous to delay.”

She glanced at his cock and gave him a meaningful smile before turning to lead the way to the door. 

He fell in step with her as they made their way down the long hallway.  His bare feet padded silently on the bare floor in contrast to the soft whisper of her slippers.  His cock seemed in a jaunty mood as it distended and wagged with his strides.  So far he was approving of his new arrangements.

Her knock was immediately met with a summons from within.  They entered to find the master of Netherfield Park seated before an open window breakfasting.  He waved away the serving girl as they approached and turned toward them in his seat.  Mr. Darcy noted that Sir Edward was dressed in an embroidered bed jacket that quit at his waist.  From there to his slippers he was bereft of any raiment.  His relaxed genitals were on plain display.

The visitors were nonplussed by their host’s state since it was increasingly common for masters of significant households to assert their dominion by genital displays.  While this was most commonly the practice as one worked or lounged among family, there were frequent instances where prominent gentlemen received visitors and hosted in a trouserless state.

“Jane, my dear, I see Mr. Darcy is still with us.  Good morning, sir.”

Darcy and the girl returned his greeting before she stated the purpose of their visit.  Sir Edward was obviously in an expansive mood.  He did however regard his male visitor quizzically.

“Certainly, Mr. Darcy, you are welcome to partake of our hospitality for as long as you choose.  But it appears your ensemble was left behind, young man.  Am I the first to apprise you of that circumstance?”

His daughter promptly informed him of her companion’s favor to her mother.  Sir Edward greeted the news with an acquiescing nod.  Then he looked at the younger man’s genitalia.

“The mistress apparently finds the sight of your artillery agreeable.  In truth, I have been married long enough to have acquired the wisdom to allow her her whims.”  A small, smile crossed his face. “It would be no more than fair, however, to own that she extends various tolerances to me as well.”

He turned his attention back to his daughter.

“Has Mr. Darcy given you satisfactory service?” he asked with a broad grin.

“More than satisfactory, Father.”  She favored her companion with a warm smile.  “I daresay Mr. Darcy has provided me with two memorable fucks that I rank among my best.”

“Well, come then, and let me see how well-fucked your cunt is.”  He beckoned her with a broad mischievous smile.

“Really, Father,” she grumped with a tolerant smile as she came forward, opening her dressing gown.

Her back was toward her lover as she held open her gown and set a foot on the seat of her father’s chair.  The act obviously opened her cunt to the gentleman’s full view.  He bent to better examine it.

“Well, I must say that is a very well fucked cunt.  Still a trifle ruddy and exuding juice.”

As he sat back he added, “In truth, I much approve of the present practice among you young people of shaving your genitalia.  It makes a pretty display, but I daresay it requires a bit of trouble.”

The girl retrieved her foot, closed up and backed away.  Darcy noted that her father’s cock had plumped and was stirring.  He felt a sympathetic heaviness developing in his own penis.  

“I find that it is not so onerous if you go about it properly,” she told her father, oblivious to the state of the cocks about her.  “In the first place, it helps to be in one’s bath and well soaked.  Then, skilled assistance is an essential ingredient.  In my case I find your man Rutledge invaluable to maintaining my cunt’s appearance.”

Her father registered surprise.

“My valet?  You have my valet shave your cunt?”

His daughter affirmed his conclusion with a smiling inclination of her head.  Sir Edward’s face gathered into contemplative frown.

“Really, Father, where is the harm?  His experience shaving you makes him an obvious choice – particularly if comfort is of paramount importance.  And, given the location needing attention, it is.”

Her father seemed to concede, albeit grudgingly.

“I suppose it is a practical solution as you suggest, but I am old fashioned enough to be troubled by the prospect of a male servant being so intimate with my unmarried daughter.”

“Rest assured, Father, he gets no more than my profuse thanks for his effort.”

The older man rallied, apparently recovering his good humor.

“Mr. Darcy, if I remember aright you are your father’s second son.”

“True, sir.  I am Fitzwilliam.  My older brother is Emmet and my younger brother is Robert.”

“So, are you contemplating a military career?”

Fitz (as he was known to his familiars) swiftly marshaled his knowledge of local society.  His host was the second son of a titled father, the Earl of Bickford.  Since his older brother would inevitably inherit the title and the estate, Edward Austen followed the honorable option afforded second sons of the aristocracy – he accepted a commission in the army.  He had had a reasonably successful career, bolstered by the fact that he served with the Duke of Wellington during the Napoleonic conflicts. 

Ultimate glory eluded him, however.  A series of vexing delays caused his regiment to arrive at Waterloo the day after the climactic battle.  Still, the Iron Duke thought well enough of Colonel Austen to recommend him to the powers-that-be for recognition.  The upshot was that a grateful Sovereign granted him a knighthood and an annuity.  Coupled with his wife’s modest fortune, the newly minted Knight Commander of the Order of the Garter acquired Netherfield Park and assumed the role of country gentleman.  Knowing all of this armed Darcy with diplomatic caution.

“That may eventually be the case, Sir Edward, however my near term plans are to take up studies at Oxford.  I will set off for that purpose within two months’ time.”

He garnered a quizzical look from his host.

“Really, sir?  How old are you?”

“I lack a bit over a fortnight of attaining my 18^th birthday,” Darcy replied.

“In truth, Mr. Darcy, I made you much older.  You carry yourself well, sir.”

Darcy bowed to acknowledge the complement.

“Thank you for saying so, Sir Edward.”

“I suppose you will take up the law with an eye to standing for Parliament like so many young bucks these days.”

The younger man recognized the disapproval and hastened to disarm the impression.

“That is not my plan, sir.  My inclinations are toward the natural sciences.”

“Indeed?  I suppose that is a respectable pursuit for a gentleman, but that choice nevertheless makes you a rare bird.”

Jane had become visibly fidgety during this discussion.

“I believe I will leave you gentlemen to make your acquaintances.”   She turned to Darcy.  “Feel free to return to my chamber once you and Father have completed your conversation.”  Back to her father:  “With your permission, Father.”

Both men watched the door close behind the girl.  His host invited Darcy to sit and enquired if he had breakfasted.  Ascertaining satisfactory answers, he seemed to relax.

“My daughter has a sweet cunt, has she not?”

“Indeed, sir, in the superlative,” the younger man replied earnestly.  “She has an excellent mouth as well.”

The older man smiled with pleasure.  Darcy regarded the former colonel and concluded that middle age was laying a gentle hand on him.  Grey had emerged at his temples and speckled his thinning mane.  Some paunch had developed about his middle and his chin was not as firm as one might imagine it was in his youth.  His blue eyes were bright and alert, however, imparting a sense of continued vigor about him.

“I am more than pleased with how much of a tart she has become.  In truth, I was more than a little concerned by her lack of interest in men and sex.  She was a booky sort who seemed content to listen to the sexual exploits of her cousins and friends.  She was 15 and still a virgin.  I was contemplating a forceful intervention when she came to me and announced that she was ready to be bedded and enquired if I would accommodate her.

“Naturally, I took her to bed at once.  I fucked her for five days together.  She demonstrated not only a willingness but also a prodigious interest and even knowledge of things sexual.  It appeared that her approach to a sexual career was to first study the subject carefully and then proceed armed with that knowledge.”  He shook his head in amused bewilderment.

The older man looked into the middle distance and added, “There is nothing so fine as taking a young girl for the first time.  And when the girl is one’s daughter that you’ve seem ripen under your eyes …Well, I can tell you that I performed feats of sexual vigor that I thought were lost to my bygone youth.”

He rallied and continued.

“My son, Henry, followed me by having his sister for days on end.  He was full of praise for her mature technique and adventurous inclinations.  He was the first to sodomize her.”

Sir Edward’s cock had stiffened markedly as he related his story.  Darcy’s cock was no less stimulated.  Each coolly ignored his own and the other’s condition.

“She became quite the adventuress after that, submitting to fucking by a host of cousins and young gentlemen hereabouts.  I vow that if I ever took her to London she would exhaust every eligible cock in that town in a fortnight.”

Sir Edward fixed an appraising gaze on his young visitor.

“But you, young sir, must have a few experiences to your credit.  I suppose you made an early foray under the skirts of your household’s female servants?”

“That I have sir – as early as I could manage it.  I don’t think I am in danger of immodesty to state that I have enjoyed my fair share of that sort of pleasure.”

“Excellent.”  His host fixed him with a knowing leer.  “Any bastards to your credit?”

“Two, sir – a boy and a girl, both quite hale and hardy.  I also believe that a third may be in the making.”

“My congratulations.  It is my contention that the greatest privilege of our class is that of being able to enjoy the fresh fruit of serving girls.”

“Indeed, sir.”

“And how about wenching?  Have you stretched the cunts of any village girls?”

“I must answer that also in the affirmative.  My father refers to the practice as ‘the pursuit of wildfowl.’”

His companion laughed appreciatively.

“A well-turned phrase, no doubt, but an adventure fraught with peril.  Girls of that ilk sometimes have expectations that a dalliance somehow entitles them to a wedding ring.  ‘Bed a gentleman and have an easy life,’ I think is their perception.”

Darcy’s agreement was rather softer this time.  He remembered with some discomfort the village girl from last summer’s holiday. 

His family had journeyed to the French countryside where he had been diverted by a tender damsel barely ripe for bedding.  In the full flower of his 16 year-old manhood he embarked on his first non-servant affair.  The softness of her young body and the feel of her cunt catapulted him into a frenzy of desire.  As he fucked her in the hay mount and in the grass by the stream he convinced himself of the depth and purity of his feelings.

His schoolboy French provided him with sufficient verbal facility to intemperately vow his undying love.  Despite her provincial accent he ascertained that she understood and that the feeling was mutual.  That seemed to breach any remaining barriers to decorum.

Empowered by his lust (which he mistook for love), young Fitz embraced the romantic notion that their liaison had made of them a sort of Adam and Eve.  He therefore proclaimed to his acquiescing mate that they should be free of clothing along with other norms of behavior.  To what extent she understood his rationale was uncertain, but she understood the need to disrobe for sex.  Since they coupled frequently, the convenience of not having to fuss with clothes between fucks seemed practical.

Their daily routine at first involved meeting, disrobing, fucking and remaining naked as they sported about the countryside consuming a progressive picnic lunch between sex acts.  But Fitzwilliam’s relaxed inhibitions became such that eventually be began leaving the rented house in the morning in the nude and return in the same state as the shadows were growing long in the afternoon.  His father and siblings, although engaged with their own amusements, did not fail to take notice of his behavior and question it.

 His reply to the queries consisted of a mosaic of reasons including swimming in the ponds and creeks with the local children.  Though unconvinced, his father concluded that some aberrant behavior is to be expected on holiday.  It was only when Fitz’s younger brother followed him and reported his secret love that his father apprehended the reasons for his nudity.  Even so they considered his conduct tolerable for a young, randy boy who had already managed to impregnate a member of their female serving staff at home.

All of that changed when the outraged father of Fitz’s love interest stormed into their cottage to rant that his daughter had been “ruined” by their young reprobate.  Fitz’s father, however, was a man of the world.  He offered the man a modest sum of money for his injury.  After a decent amount of outrage at the insult to his honor, the man accepted it and a promise that young Fitz would be kept away from his daughter.  That settled, the family cut their holiday short and departed for home almost instantly.  Fitz had no opportunity to see the girl for even a farewell.

The despondent young man endured weeks of longing and emotional desolation that accompanies a first heartbreak.  His father was at pains to counsel patience and point out the unsustainability of his lost love.  Eventually he found solace in the arms and cunt of a somewhat older serving girl, causing his wounds to heal.  Still, the thoughts of that tender French girl invaded his mind more than he wanted to admit.  He wondered what she was about, whether she had found a new love and whether he had left her pregnant.

“And what of women of the better classes?  What is your experience there?”

Sir Edward’s persistent questions commanded his attention.

“Somewhat less extensive, sir, but I will own to a dalliance with Lady Deborah, Lord Dorchester’s daughter.  I helped her celebrate her recent engagement by pleasing her cunt.”

“Ah, yes, I hear she is quite catholic in her tastes in men.  One hears that she never met a cock that she distained having inside her.  How did you find her cunt?”

“At the risk of carrying tales, I found her response lackluster.  She seemed content with lying in quiet repose while I labored to elicit some sign of cognition regarding the proceedings.”

The older man nodded in mock empathy.

“I’m afraid it falls to the gentleman to make the valiant effort and let the lady make her choice as to whether she should trouble herself to reap some benefit from the transaction.  Sometimes the best one can do is fuck the tart, wipe off one’s cock and hope for better next time.”

I can only imagine what they spoke of for that period, but I can testify that Mr. Darcy’s cock was quite alert and wagging in the friendliest manner when he returned to my chamber.

4. A Ride

He found the door to Jane’s room ajar when he returned from his commune with her father.  Accepting the implied invitation, he stepped inside.  Two large copper bathing tubs were situated side by side more or less in the center of the room.  Standing in one was the object of his search, now quite naked.  A footman, sans coat and with his sleeves rolled up, stood clutching two empty wooden buckets, apparently awaiting orders.

“This will do,” the naked girl told the servant as she surveyed the water level in her tub.  Then she looked up to see Darcy.  “Ah, Mr. Darcy, I was preparing to take a bath.  I can have water brought for you as well if you care to partake.”

“Thank you, Miss Austen, but I don’t think that will be required.”  He waited for the door to close behind the servant before adding, “because I will share your bath if you do not mind.”

She favored him with a knowing smile as she fixed his rampant cock with a meaningful look.

“Why is it that I doubt that it is only a bath you wish to share with me?”

She lowered herself into a reclining position and then watched him step in.  As he situated himself she raised her legs and draped them over the sides of the tub.

“I don’t suppose preliminaries will be necessary,” she observed as he leaned toward her.

“I think we can manage without them,” he replied as he pressed his cockhead into her opening.

“I suppose we can,” she gasped as she felt his first thrust opening her.

The next space of time was occupied by the gentle sloshing of water and the heavy breathing of the participants.  She gripped the rim of the tub while he gripped her.  Her eyes were closed, his wide open.

Once the fuck was complete, Darcy proved himself a competent bathing partner.  Indeed, she felt the need for some assistance as she was a bit wobbly after her climax.  He helped her from the tub and dried her with impressive efficiency.  She felt compelled reward his effort with a kiss.

She summoned her ladies’ maid to attend to her hair.  As they waited for that servant’s arrival, Darcy noted that her bath had been attended by a male servant.

“I see no reason to make physical demands on the female servants lugging water up flights of stairs.  The men are much more suited to that task.  And I see no reason to go to any extraordinary lengths to hide my naked body from the males.  Besides,” she added with a smile, “I rather fancy the idea that that footman might think of me while he is fucking one of the kitchen girls.”

She went on to confide that her mother used no female servants for her personal needs.  Mrs. Austen had trained a manservant to perform ladies’ maid duties.  He always performed that office in the nude.  She required that same servant to share her bed – in case she required anything at night, she said.

They discussed plans for the day as Jane sat naked while her hair was arranged.  Once they had agreed on a ride and a picnic, the Jane directed that her riding habit be fetched and that the kitchen be appraised of her need for a portable lunch.  As she dressed, she inquired whether her companion could manage a horse without boots and spurs.  Darcy assured her of his confidence on that score.  He omitted that this would not be his first experience at nude equestrianism.  It had been one of the activities he had undertaken during his holiday in the French countryside the previous summer.

In due course, she took his arm and they proceeded down the hall in the direction of main staircase to the front door.  On the alcove opposite the stairs, however, they encountered two young girls engaged in a board game.

“Good morning, sisters,” Jane greeted them as she and Darcy paused.

The girls looked up and then their eyes widened at beholding their sister’s naked companion.  They promptly alighted from their window perches and came to join the couple.

“This is Mr. Darcy,” Jane announced with complete equanimity.  “Mr. Darcy, you may remember that these are my sisters, Charlotte and Emma.”

As Darcy acknowledged the introduction, he recalled the older of the two girls from the previous night’s festivities.  Charlotte was a striking girl just emerging from the awkwardness of early pubescence. She was tall – taller even than her older sister – with dark curly hair and ebony brown eyes of unfathomable depth.  By contrast her skin was quite fair.  The swelling of her breasts were full of young promise.  She was well on her way to becoming a head turner, Darcy concluded.  Indeed, his cock experienced a bit more tautness as he contemplated her.

“I recall Mr. Darcy from last evening,” Charlotte began smoothly, “Although I scarcely recognized him in his present state.” 

Her coolness notwithstanding, her eyes kept moving to his cock.  The younger girl was more direct.

“Why are you naked, Mr. Darcy?”

Charlotte attempted to upbraid her younger sister for her lack of manners, but Jane interrupted smoothly with a brief explanation.  The younger girl seemed to analyze the situation.

“I’ll wager a shilling that he’s fucked you at least three times, Jane, hasn’t he?”

Both Darcy and Charlotte seemed caught off balance by the youngster’s second sally, but Jane was nonplused.  She turned a smile on Darcy as she replied.

“He has, but that is a trifle compared with the number of times he will fuck me.  He’ll be staying on for a few days.”

The youngest girl seemed to light up with a thought.

“Can we watch him fuck you sometime?”

“Really, Emma,” Charlotte snapped (Darcy found the way her eyes flashed very appealing), “That is really no way to ask.  You have the manners of a stable boy.”

“This is not the time or place for such topics,” Jane intervened.  “Mr. Darcy and I are going out for a ride.  We’ll discuss this later.”

Darcy took his leave of the two girls as Jane steered him toward the top of the stairs.  At the foot of the staircase, he commandeered the saddle bags that contained the picnic once Jane had audited their contents and pronounced them satisfactory.  Thus armed, they proceeded through the attended front door, down the broad steps and turned to the side lawn beyond which lay the stables. 

Darcy tried to strike a stride and bearing that belied any self-consciousness concerning his nude state.  Jane, however, seemed blissfully at ease with the situation.

“My sisters are quite pair, are they not?  You would not know it but they are the best of friends.”

“How old are they?” he asked trying to appear casual.  In fact, only Charlotte interested him.

She informed him that Charlotte was just shy of 14 while Emma was 11 and a half.  Without prompting she went on to add that Charlotte had attained the level of maturity commensurate with her desire to part company with her virginity.  Although his companion appeared not to notice, her disclosure had a salutary effect on the stiffness of his cock.

As they entered the stable area, Darcy took note that his horse seemed acclimatized to the paddock and his equine company.  They were met by a stable boy engaged in chores.  His eyes traveled repeatedly to Darcy as Jane told him to find the stable master.  When the lad departed the girl turned an amused smile on her companion as she looked him over head to foot as though seeing him for the first time.

“You seem to have the ability to garner attention no matter where you go, Mr. Darcy.”

“I believe that people sense my engaging personality and innate congeniality and so are attracted to me,” he replied glibly.

She tittered appreciatively.

The stable master appeared followed by two hands leading saddled horses.  The master was a tall, boney man with sharp features.  He wore an old style tri-corner hat which seemed consistent with the grey hair that poked from beneath it.  He doffed the hat as he addressed Jane.

“Good morning, Miss Jane.  Your horses are ready.”

There was no mistaking his quizzical sidelong glances at her naked companion.

“Good morning, Sanders.  Mr. Darcy, this is our stable master, Sanders.  Sanders, this is Mr. Darcy who will be staying with us for a few days.  Please accord him whatever service he requires.”

The older man nodded to Darcy – apparently that passed for a bow.

“At your service, sir.”

Darcy thanked him and enquired after his horse.  Sanders assured him that the horse was well and being looked after.  Then Jane enquired whether Mr. William and Lady Francesca were planning to ride.  The older man replied that he had been instructed to prepare mounts but they hadn’t come down yet.

Jane was assisted to mount so that she could ride sidesaddle.  Darcy mounted astride.  He adjusted his cock and balls for comfort before accepting the reins from the handler.  When he looked up he saw Jane watching him.  She smiled knowingly before swinging her mount’s head and starting down the trail.  He prodded his horse’s flanks with his bare heels to catch up.

“How does that feel, having the air all over you?” she asked when he came abreast.

“Exhilarating,” he replied, “I heartily recommend it.”

“I find it remarkable how comfortable you are displaying your body.  Have you done this before?”

Darcy framed a circumspect reply, mentioning his practice on holiday the previous summer.  His romance during that period was omitted.  Also omitted was his periodic experimentation with nudity at various times as he was growing up.  She seemed to accept his brief explanation without further comment.  He took his opportunity to satisfy his curiosity.

“Who are the persons you mentioned to the stable master?  I infer that they are resident at Netherfield.”

“My cousin William and his fiancé, Lady Francesca, are staying with us.  We will encounter them eventually, I’m sure.”

“Your cousin William is heir to the Bickford title, is he not?”

That query precipitated an avalanche of information from his companion.  William was a socially prominent eligible bachelor who was the eldest – and only – son of Sir Edward’s brother, the current Earl.  A handsome, energetic aristocrat, he cut a wide swath through the beds of society damsels for several years.  Now 26, he had declared himself ready to settle down. 

His selected partner, however, was hardly less notorious than himself.  The only heir of the Marquis of Surrey was an exotic bird.  Her mother was a Spanish contessa of reputably fiery disposition and prodigious sexual appetite.  Lady Francesca apparently took her mother’s example to heart early, bedding and becoming pregnant by a local village boy at the tender age of 13.  Upset but practical, her mother took the expectant girl on an extended holiday in her native country to be out of the way of the prying eyes and wagging tongues of the English aristocracy.  Delivered of her premature baby (which did not survive its nativity by more than a day), the girl recovered and returned to her father’s estate amongst societal whispers that were firmly ignored by the family.

Having learned her lesson – of paying close attention to her monthly cycle – the wiser edition of Francesca embarked on an erotic career that rivaled – and eventually surpassed – her mother’s.  It was well known that on more than one occasion she shared her sexual favors with troupe of gallants in a single session.  For those of a more classical turn of mind, comparisons with the Roman Empress Messalina were made.  Those more gifted of wit than wisdom characterized her as the Iron Cunt-tessa.

With the coming of her 21^st birthday the young, now titled viscountess (thanks to her father’s adroit side-stepping of the heredity laws allowing the succession of titles only to male heirs) acceded to advice that her exuberant sex life needed to be tempered by some trappings of respectability.  Mutual need drew William and her together.  No one expected that monogamy would result from the union, but at least the adulteries would pile up at a slower pace than the fornications heretofore had.

As a member of the gentry, Darcy was not unacquainted with the generalities of what his companion disclosed.  The specifics told from the perspective of a relative, however, would be considered savory gossip among the members of his class – both male and female.  Indeed, the currency of the largely idle gentry and nobility was chatter about the follies and foibles of their fellows.

“I opine that the departure of Mr. William and Lady Francesca from the stage of scandal will be regretted by many.  I daresay there are already wagers on how long their retirement will persist.”

“Perhaps, but having observed the couple at close quarters I am persuaded that their commitment to each other is genuine.  Cousin William seems happily deferential to and compliant with Francesca’s wishes.  For her part, she seems to mirror his solicitude.”

She paused and then answered the question that he did not vocalize.

“I am under no illusion that they will maintain monogamy longer than the duration of the ceremony.  Indeed, who does that?  However, I believe they will be discreet and selective in their liaisons.  No more orgies.  No more Cunt-tessa.”

“That is an appealing title – certainly one that trips off the wagging tongue.  I wonder if her Ladyship will have a successor.  It seems a shame to not have an incumbent in that office.”

Jane smiled.

“An example like Francesca’s will doubtless beget imitators.  I will confess that I have entertained the fantasy that I might engage in such a sexual career.  Then I realize that I lack temerity to face the social vortex that such a position produces.”  She paused again and added thoughtfully, “I also surmise that my social standing is not sufficiently high nor my looks sufficiently beauteous to enable me to carry it off.”

It was his turn to smile appreciatively.

“Although I might dispute your last point, Miss Austen, I can see that you’ve invested considerable thought in this matter.  I wonder that on further reflection you might reach the opposite conclusion.”

The girl seemed discomfited.

“Indeed, sir, your perception is uncanny.  The portion of my analysis that I left unspoken was the observation that I am still early in my sexual career.  Lady Francesca’s most remarkable behaviors occurred after she’d completed her 19^th year.”

Darcy could not resist a triumphant smile.

“Then there is yet an opportunity for you to become a notorious woman.  I take perverse solace in that because I find your cunt exceptional and worthy of wider circulation.”

She flushed with modest pleasure and concentrated on the trail ahead.

“I declare, Mr. Darcy, that you possess such a glib tongue that I am at hazard of growing fond of you.”

He was touched by the unexpected declaration.

“In truth, I find that prospect not unpleasant in the least, Miss Austen.”

Abruptly, she spurred her horse.

“Come, I’m growing quite hungry.”

I believe that up to that point I was able to disguise my avid interest in his body by distracting myself with talk.  When I could keep up the ruse no longer, I contrived a sense of urgency to speed us to a location where I could offer myself to him again.  I hoped that I did so before he reached the conclusion that I was a nattering ninny.

5. An Encounter

He managed to stay nearly abreast of her until she reined up at what was apparently their destination.  It was a shady spot across the trail from a creek.

“I propose we lunch here.  Will that be satisfactory?”

He assured her that he couldn’t imagine a more suitable location.  Dismounting, he helped her alight.  When he turned back to her from retrieving the lunch bags he caught her gazing at him.  She smiled self-consciously as she removed her gloves.

“I am so accustomed to seeing you in the nude, Mr. Darcy, that I believe I would find it disconcerting if I were to confront you dressed.”

He felt some heaviness in his cock.

“Indeed? For my part I can’t imagine donning clothes in your presence.”

She was still smiling as she doffed her bonnet and set it on the blanket he had spread.  When they had both reclined, they delved into the picnic with the eagerness that befit a couple of ravenous teenagers.  Notwithstanding their gastronomic efforts, they continued to exchange glances that affirmed their lust would not remain long in abeyance.

Jane’s eyes were bright with desire when she rose at the conclusion of the meal.

“If you would be so kind as to assist me with disrobing, Mr. Darcy,” she said quietly, “I believe that I am ready to be fucked.”

He rose and approached her, his cock asserting its presence.

“I can’t imagine a more appealing sweet course than your cunt, Miss Austen.”

By the time he had finished undressing her, his cock was rampant and emitting moisture freely.  The progress of their foreplay brought them down on the blanket as his mouth encountered her nipples.  Her gasping as she lulled on her back signaled her approval of his tongue’s ministrations to her clitoris.  But when he moved to take her, she sat up sharply and seized his cock.

“Mr. Darcy,” she gasped, “You have been an impeccable gentleman by taking me so gently.  But I would like to invite you cease your considerate mode of fucking and take me in a less couth style.”

Darcy’s passion-clouded mind required a moment to decipher what she had said.  Once apprehended, however, it sent a message to his already straining cock.  In his aroused state she could have asked anything – even self-immolation – and could have been assured of his prompt compliance.

“Of course, Miss Austen,” he fairly croaked.  “What would you prefer?”

“Take me from behind while I am on my hands and knees,” she fairly gasped.

“Of course, Miss Austen.”

He leaned back as she released his cock and rolled over to assume her selected position.  She actually went down on her elbows.  He rose on his knees and examined the target she presented.  Her snug vulva was moist and red as a result of the ministrations of his fingers.  Grasping her buttock with one hand, he steadied her while his other hand guided his cock head to her.  A slight up and down wipe found her opening.  Positioning his cockhead, he applied pressure.  She opened readily.  Pulling back, he mounted a slow, steady thrust.  He heard her moan   His withdraw this time was slower.  He paused at the end of it with only his cock head still bathing in her cunt juices.  His final thrust took him entirely into her.  The girl gasped repeatedly as he completed his violation of her cunt.

Darcy fucked his partner with a deliberate rhythm.  If possible he felt as though he were penetrating her more deeply than ever before.  The perception heightened his arousal.  His passion-sodden mind focused on delivering his seed which he saw comprising gallons and being delivered by a cock the size and stiffness of a tree trunk.

As his thrusting became more rapid, he craved to bring the girl off quickly.  One of his hands disengaged from her upper thigh where it had been holding her in position and slipped underneath.  When he found her clitoris, the girl twitched and moaned more loudly.  He repeated his assault with the same result.  He persisted.  Her moans sharpened into staccato squeals that gained in frequency until they merged into one prolonged scream of fulfillment. 

Jane climaxed not moment too soon.  With a groan Darcy pulled her tightly to him and released.  The bolt of pleasure that accompanied his second pulse caused him to shutter and begin to collapse.  Realizing that his weight would come down on his partner, he fought for stability.  At last he emptied his store of semen.  He was left gasping and swaying, clutching his partner’s buttocks for support.

As his breathing slowed, something caught the corner of his eye.  Startled, he looked up.  Only a few yards away, two people were watching them from horseback.  Momentarily uncertain how to respond, Darcy remained mutely in place.  The male rider broke into a broad smile and urged his mount to close the distance between them.

“Upon my word, Jane, you fairly frightened the birds out of the trees,” he declared.

It was Jane’s turn to be startled.  Still head down, she swiveled her face toward the speaker. 

“William!”

As his lover struggled to rise to her palms, Darcy withdrew his still-stiff cock.  As he rose, he took Jane’s hand to help her to her feet.  For his part, the male equestrian swung down from his saddle, grin still in place.

To Darcy’s surprise, Jane staggered forward on wobbly legs, arms extended to their new visitor.  The man swept the girl’s naked body into his arms and confidently placed an open-mouthed kiss full on her parted lips.  Apparently, Jane’s intentions did not include a prolonged encounter.  She pushed firmly out of the man’s embrace to hold him at half-arms’ length.

“Really, William, you’d think you hadn’t seen me in months.  Do you ever pass on the opportunity to make a scene?”

Despite her remonstrance, Jane was smiling with pleasure at her new companion.  Nevertheless, the man released her and stood back, no doubt the better to behold her nudity.

“I am so pleased to see you are whole.  Francesca and I thought you were being rent by some ferocious beast.”

As he delivered his observation, his gaze flickered momentarily toward Darcy who remained standing aside, trying to seem at ease and ignore of the streaming state of his slickened cock.  Jane followed his glance and immediately retreated to claim the arm of her lover.

“William, this is my new fucking gentleman, Mr. Darcy.  This is my cousin William Austen, Mr. Darcy.”

The two men exchanged formal bows and greetings as though the circumstances were entirely normal.  Then Jane steered her lover to the mounted woman and bobbed a curtsy.

“Lady Francesca, may I present my current bedmate, Mr. Darcy?  Mr. Darcy, this is Lady Francesca, my cousin William’s fiancé.”

Darcy bowed from the waist.

“Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Milady.  I am at your service.”

It was only then he looked up at her.  Lady Francesca was as classically beautiful as reputed.  Her voluminous black hair was gathered into the net of her riding bonnet allowing one to appreciate all of the planes of her face.  Her large, long-lashed dark eyes sparkled above her high cheeks.  Her perfect nose and full lips were not out of place above her well-shaped chin and long neck.  The bosom of her conservative riding habit seemed well-stuffed with man-sweets.  But after the inventory of her sexual assets was complete there remained her unmistakable aristocratic bearing.  Serenely cool and confident, she sat straight in her saddle as she smiled at the naked couple below her.

“Jane, I don’t think I’ve ever derived such pleasure from the first introduction to a man.  I believe nearly all of my questions concerning him have been answered at first sight.”  She looked directly at Darcy.  “I am also pleased to make your acquaintance, Mr. Darcy, and will accept your offer of service at once.  Please help me down.”

“Of course, Milady.”

Darcy stepped to the side of her mount and raised his arms to the lady.  Jane had the presence of mind to grasp the horse’s halter, insuring a seamless transfer of her Ladyship to the ground.  As she extended her hands to Darcy, she locked eyes with him.  Their eyes remained connected even after she had touched down.  Only when she finally released his hands after what seemed like prolonged pause, did she turn once again to Jane.

“So pleasant to find you in flagrante with your gentleman, Jane,” she said as she swept up the naked girl with an arm around her waist.  “I believe you may have provided me with the most diverting moment I will have all day.”

Darcy trailed along behind the pair of women as they stepped to the edge of the blanket.  Mr. William approached from the other direction.

“I take it we did not interrupt anything,” the newly-arrived gentleman chimed in as he removed his gloves, “you seemed as though you had completed your commerce.”

“I suppose we had,” Jane began and then with a trace of agitation turned to face him fully.  “How long had you been observing us?”

“Hardly more than a moment before you became aware of us,” her cousin hastened to assure her.  Out of Jane’s view, his fiancé raised a reproving eyebrow but said nothing.

The younger girl seemed to recover her sense of decorum.

“Please take a seat and tell us why we are so well met,” she urged.

Lady Francesca reclined gracefully on one corner of the blanket and her companion followed suit.  Jane looked at Darcy to assure herself that he was approaching to comply as well before seating herself.  As she did so, she noticed that a copious rivulet of Darcy’s semen had traced her inner thigh.  When she looked up from her discovery she realized the others were looking at it as well.  She did not move to close her legs.

“Mr. Darcy has been wonderfully generous with his seed,” she said with a shy smile.  “I wonder that he is able to provide so well for me.”

Both of the new arrivals smiled at her graceful recovery. 

“I’ve always regarded it as a positive when a man can repeatedly supply seed after numerous fucks.  I like to think that I’ve inspired him to feats of reproductive stamina,” her Ladyship opined.  “I am always favorably inclined to be fucked again by such a man.”  She glanced at Darcy.

“I find, Mr. Darcy,” William rejoined, “that even when a man pleases a woman she’s inclined to assign credit for his performance to her positive influence rather than according the gentleman’s efforts any role in the outcome.”

“That may well be, sir, but you will never find me correcting a lady on that score if there is the prospect of another fuck in the offing.”

“Spoken like a man whose priorities are in order,” interjected Francesca with an approving nod and smile.  “The path to a woman’s cunt lies through the maze of flattery not along the straight line of contention.” 

Mr. Austen started.

“Why, my dear, that sounded quite profound.  Could it be that I am unknowingly betrothed to a philosopher?”

His fiancé turned to him.

“As well as you know my body, sir, that is no measure of how well you know my mind.  I expect that we shall mutually astonish each other repeatedly after the nuptials are complete.”

Gratified that she was able to turn her embarrassment into a segue to light conversation, Jane took no further notice of her state.  Remaining the mistress of the situation, she smoothly changed the topic.

“So, where are you bound on such a lovely afternoon?”

“We are on our way to take tea with Wilkinson,” William replied.

“Your school chum, as I recall,” Jane provided.

“Just so, although he has a connection with Francesca as well.  He fucked her some time back.”

“I confess it is true,” the young noblewoman affirmed, “although I barely remember the episode.  He charmed me at a gathering, so we found an empty bedchamber and I surrendered my body.  I don’t even recall if he was good or not.  We had had a bit of wine beforehand, you see.”

“Be that as it may,” William continued, “It happens that good old Wilk has gotten himself engaged as well.  He was handing around his finance at Lord Everly’s last evening.”

“William is chagrined that he never fucked Mr. Wilkinson’s betrothed, so his friend has a step on him,” Francesca added with obvious amusement.  “I am not optimistic how this will come out.”

The repartee continued for a short while more before William pointed out the advisability of continuing on their way.  Lady Francesca requested that Darcy assist her to mount.  Her hand “accidentally” brushed his cock as she gathered her costume about her.  Her accompanying glance completed the flirtation. 

As they remounted Jane inquired whether they would be dinning at Netherfield that evening.  They tendered an affirmative reply before galloping away.

The naked girl’s face was suffused with pleasure when she turned to Darcy.

“I think that went very well, don’t you?”

“I suppose it did,” Darcy replied.   “I must compliment you on your aplomb, Miss Austen.  I’ll be bound that not every woman caught in such circumstances would act the perfect hostess.  One might conclude that you received visitors in flagrante every day.”

“I think we were a well-matched pair in that regard, Mr. Darcy.  I believe that your example enabled me in no small way to rise to the challenge.”  With that, she raised herself on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.  Her nipples pressed his chest as her hands rested on his shoulders.  She was smiling shyly when she came down from her toes it was then she added: “Thank you again, Mr. Darcy.”

By this point, I was feeling a connection with my gentleman that was beyond my experience.  Nevertheless, I felt no concern, only blissful satisfaction.

6. Tea

“I infer that your cousin William has fucked you,” Darcy ventured as they rode back to the house.

“Yes, of course.  I confess that I pursued him shamelessly   Almost as soon as I’d had my first fuck, I wrote informing him of my new status and of my desire to be his bedmate.  It was only a few days later that darling William rode up to our door.  He fairly swept me into my room and proceeded to have me in more ways than I could have imagined.  He remained for two full days, barely stirring from my room.  As he prepared to depart, he caused the groom to hold his horse while he fucked me one more time in the entry way as I leaned against the front door frame.  I was still gasping when he buttoned up his trousers, kissed me and rode away.”  She looked off into the distance with a radiant smile.  “Think I will remember that experience until I die.”

As they arrived home and relinquished their mounts, Darcy once again turned to find his companion regarding him minutely.  Without prompting, she answered his unspoken query.

“I find your ass very attractive, Mr. Darcy.  Would it be a breach of manners if I were to fondle it?”

Darcy came to her before replying.

“My assessment, Miss Austen, is that we are on uncharted territory with regard to propriety.  In the first place, we are on an intimate basis and I am naked.  Considering that we are not abroad in society, but rather on your family’s grounds, I think we have some latitude in our behavior.  As long as those circumstances persist, it should not be unmannerly for you to touch me anywhere, at any time, for any purpose.”

Jane maintained her decorum as she completed the removal of her gloves.  That accomplished, she stepped up to him and reached behind, clutching a buttock in each hand.  That action necessitated her pressing against him.  She looked up into his eyes as she murmured.

“In that case, Mr. Darcy, I believe I will take that license frequently.”

He kept his arms at his side as he savored her caressing.  There was no mistaking the response growing in his body.  Presently his companion looked down and then backed away a half step.  His erection sprang into view.  She looked up at him with amusement as her hand closed on his member.

“I believe there has been a new development, Mr. Darcy.  I deduce that my new permission applies to your cock as well.”  Her other hand slipped beneath and cupped his scrotal sack.  “And also to your balls.”

“I concur with your deduction, Miss Austen,” he replied in a strained voice.  “Your reasoning is flawless.”

“This is a very useful development.  If you can maintain that state until we are inside, I would be inclined to suck your cock most vigorously.”

“In that case, let us not tarry.”

As they fell into step with one another, she cupped his nearest buttock.  Noting the interference with his inside arm, she offered relief.

“You have my permission to put your arm about my waist, Mr. Darcy.  Of course, we cannot make a habit of that because it might be misunderstood.  I would not care to have anyone think that I am granting you liberties.  My reputation would be in tatters.”

“Thank you for your indulgence, Miss Austen.  Rest assured that I know my place and will guard your reputation.”

The doorman answered their knock to admit them.  He kept his eyes lowered as Darcy entrusted them with the depleted saddle bags.  Darcy’s cock remained rigid and swayed with the measure of his tread as they mounted the steps.  Since his buttock remained under the ministrations of his companion, he had no difficulty maintaining his readiness.

At the top of the stairs they again confronted the window seat.  Jane’s sisters still occupied it, although their attention was now on needle work.  Other items had changed as well.  In deference to the warmth of the Summer day, Charlotte’s skirts were pulled up above her knees, allowing her slender legs to be appreciated.  Emma’s change had been rather more remarkable.  Exercising her prerogative as a pre-pubescent child, she had laid aside her clothing and sat nude beside her sister.  Darcy felt a bit surprised by the sight.  While it was common for children up to the age of five or six to caper about in the nude, it was fairly rare for a girl as old as Emma to be permitted that liberty.

As they returned Jane’s greeting, the two girls abandoned their activity and slid down from their perch.  Their male observer approvingly noted the neat cleft between the younger girl’s legs.  They surveyed Darcy minutely as they crossed to meet them.  As appreciation of his state set in, their eyes opened wide.

“He’s hard.”

Emma felt it necessary to state the obvious.  Both girls stood close and regarded Darcy’s erection.

“Can I touch it, Mr. Darcy?” Charlotte asked suddenly.

“If Miss Jane has no objections, you may.  I grew it at her behest.”  He glanced at Jane.

“I’m inclined to share, so, yes, Charlotte, you may.”

The taller girl touched his phallus gingerly at first but then established a firm grip on the shaft.

“I believe that Mr. Darcy’s cock may be larger than either Father’s or Henry’s,” Charlotte announced.  “Does it give you trouble when he fucks you, Jane?”

“No, certainly not.  A woman’s cunt can adapt to a wide range of cock sizes.  And sometimes” – she smiled at Darcy – “the larger ones provide more possibilities.”

Charlotte seemed reassured.  She caressed her possession lightly.

“Some liquid is beginning to issue from it.”

“I think you know what you should do about that,” Jane rejoined pointedly.

Without hesitation, Charlotte bent and licked the tip of his cock.  Darcy twitched involuntarily.  His need was building.

Emma’s face screwed up in disapproval as her sister’s mouth worked at testing the favor of Darcy’s precum.

“I’ll never want to do that,” she declared.

Jane ignored the comment.

“You may suck him if you wish, Charlotte.  I was intending to do it, but I am confident Mr. Darcy won’t object if you care to minister to his hard-on in my stead.”

“Have I your permission, sir?”

“Most assuredly, Miss Charlotte.  I would count it an honor if you would suck me.”

Jane opened her mouth to say something as her sister went to her knees.  She apparently thought the better of it as her companion’s cock head disappeared into Charlotte’s mouth.  Instead, she turned sideways toward her naked companion and continued to stroke Darcy’s derriere.  Her other hand applied itself to his lower abdomen where it began to lightly stroke his skin.  For his part, his gaze was directed downward to watch the bobbing head of his principal partner.

The multiple stimuli caused his need to surge.  His body swayed involuntarily as his mind decamped for unknown regions.  Only the smoldering passion driving him to his climax remained to populate his consciousness.  Charlotte had grasped his cock shaft to prevent its escaping her mouth.  Her other hand grasped his thigh as his body was overtaken by turmoil. 

His gasping was interrupted by a grunt.  His pelvis thrust at the girl whose mouth contained his cock.  The flood gates burst before the surge of his seed.  The waves of pleasure mingled with the contradictory desire to have his release over with.

The girl’s mouth continued to work his cock, having apparently swallowed his emission with no difficulty.  As he watched her, she cast her eyes upward.  When their eyes met, hers sparkled.  A small smile framed the shaft of his cock.

As Darcy recovered his breath, he noticed that Jane’s hand that had been on his abdomen had slipped lower.  Finding the gap between his legs, the hand followed the contour of his inner thigh below his balls and probed his taint.  The simultaneous touches to his sensitive areas seemed to forestall the shrinkage of his spent cock.  That organ twitched in response to her ministrations.

“Excuse me, Miss.”

All eyes swiveled to the source of the interruption.  It was Jane’s ladies’ maid.

“Yes, Mary?”  Jane acknowledged the servant without relinquishing her touching.  Charlotte removed her mouth from his cock but maintained her grip as well.

“Master suggests that you and your sisters discontinue servicing the gentleman in an open area and seek some privacy.”

Jane’s eyes went large.  She let go of her male companion and glanced quickly at her surroundings.  Charlotte scrambled to her feet, abandoning Darcy’s cock.  The landing and halls beyond seemed empty.  Jane regained some poise.

“Father makes a point.  I’m sure if Mother became aware of our interlude, she would be most vociferous in her criticism.  We should repair to my chamber, Mr. Darcy.”  She turned to her sisters.  “You may join us if you wish.” Her tone was not inviting.  The girls took the suggestion and declined the non-invitation.

“Where is Mother?” Jane asked her sisters, seemingly as an afterthought.

“Most likely with Aunt Sarah,” Emma replied.  “They played crochet with us earlier, but then returned to the house when they concluded it was becoming too hot.”

“I believe I did not mention that my mother’s older sister is also visiting,” Jane said as they made their way to her bedroom.  At her behest, her maid trailed them.  “In truth my widowed aunt is in residence so frequently and for such prolonged periods that I scarcely think of her as a guest.  She is the mother of four grown, unmarried sons, so when she grows weary of what she calls ‘tedious virility’ she seeks female society here.  Father finds her diverting, so she is assured of a welcome.”

Darcy drifted to Jane’s writing table beside the window while his hostess was being divested of her riding habit.  He picked up a couple of volumes lying there and inspected their spines.  They were novels.

“Are you familiar with either of those works, Mr. Darcy?” Jane asked as she crossed the room to him.  She was now wearing only her shift which did not extend quite to mid thigh.  The maid had departed.  Darcy appreciated the view, but his well-used cock remained relaxed.

“I confess that I have heard of only the one.”  He held up the object of his reply.  “Love and Lust.  I have heard that it is a ladies’ story.”

“And so unfit for male consumption?” she challenged.

“I am reliably informed that reading even a portion of it causes marked shriveling of the scrotum,” he joked.

“I am intrigued.  Since you are a man of science, would you consent to an experiment?  Will you read it to me?”

Darcy faced her and executed a solemn bow.

“For you, Miss Austen, I would gladly hazard the atrophy of my manhood.”

She laughed as she took her place on the divan and indicated that he should sit close to her.  Before complying Darcy noted how the creep of her shift up her thigh endangered her modesty.  As he opened the book he felt her hand on his thigh.

“In order to observe the effect of the words of the novel on your appointments, I will need to monitor the condition of those items.  Therefore, would you kindly open your legs to facilitate collecting the data?”

Her barely suppressed impish smile caused Darcy to smile in return.

“I see that I am not the only person present with an understanding of the scientific method.”

Turning and snuggling close to him, she reached across with her outside hand.  It slipped under his balls to cup them lightly.  Her inside hand came to rest on his nearer shoulder which in turn became a rest for her cheek.  Thus situated she waited for him to begin.

Feeling the distraction of his cock’s becoming tumescent, his initial foray proved a little unsteady.  As the state of his cock equilibrated, his reading steadied.

Despite the ribald nature of the story, a haze of contentment descended on the couple as the pages turned.  Even the graphic descriptions of sex acts failed to raise a reaction in his cock.  Darcy eventually formed the impression that the girl holding his balls was dozing.  He paused his reading and turned his face toward her.  His lips encountered her hair.  He had barely begun to appreciate her fragrance when the knock came at the door.

The girl sat up abruptly, drawing away from her companion.  Still dazed she called for the knocker to enter.  It was Mary, the maid.

“Excuse me, Miss.  It is nearly tea time.  Shall I help you dress?”

Jane answered in the affirmative before turning to Darcy.  Her hand slipped between his legs to cup his balls again.  She pretended to examine his genitalia minutely.

“Well, Mr. Darcy, after eight pages I can discern no appreciable shriveling of your essential parts.  If anything, I believe that there is a healthy heft to both your cock and your balls.  However, I believe that scientific rigor would dictate that we repeat the experiment for a longer duration before drawing any conclusions.”

“Given the method you are using for gathering data, I can see no reason to object to further experimentation,” he replied.

Not distaining the opportunity to tease, Jane required her assistant to remove her shift for her ablutions.  Standing naked at the wash stand, she pointedly ignored Darcy’s appraising gaze. Not to be outdone, he took her place when she vacated that station and made a show of washing his now-distended instrument.  Again, she appeared to take no notice. 

“Would say you are ready to join the group for tea, Mr. Darcy?”

She posed the questions as she turned to face him after examining her reflection in the long mirror.

“I’m not sure,” Darcy deadpanned.  “How do I look?”

After slowly scrutinizing him from head to foot, she replied that everything appeared to be in place.  As the maid opened the door in preparation for their departure, Jane came to Darcy’s side.  He avoided reacting as he felt her hand once again cup his ass.   

The door was not wide enough for them to pass through abreast.  Deferentially, Darcy attempted to hang back so that she might precede him.  She balked.

“Please take the lead, sir.  I absolve you of your chivalrous duty this once.”

Seeing no reason to insist, Darcy marched through the door with his buttock firmly in the grasp of his trailing companion.   She managed her skirt with one hand as they made their way down the long hall to a drawing room.  His cock was leading the way with an authoritative sway by the time they entered the room.

Mrs. Austen looked up from receiving her cup from the butler as they entered.

“Ah, I feared that we would have a small hen party, but I see that Mr. Darcy was able to join.  And his maleness is not in doubt,” the hostess observed.

Her eyes followed Jane’s hand as the latter retrieved it from its engagement on Darcy’s posterior.

“I see you and Mr. Darcy are on more intimate terms than I might have imaged after so short a space of time.”  The disapproval was apparent in her voice.

“Really, Mother, I think the strictures of decorum should be interpreted with more liberality given the unusual circumstances of Mr. Darcy’s state and the fact that we are in a private setting.  Indeed, Mr. Darcy and I are in agreement on that point.”

“In truth, Francis, I think some latitude is appropriate in this instance.  Moreover, I find their familiarity quite endearing.”

The woman who spoke was seated on the far side of the mistress.  She appeared somewhat taller and sat up very straight.  Whether it was her bearing or her thick, iron-grey hair and sharp eyes that conferred an air of authority, Darcy was not prepared to decide.

“Since hewing to convention was never your strong suite, Sister, I am not reassured by your acceptance this behavior,” Mrs. Austen returned caustically.  She spoke into her cup as she raised it to her lips.  “However, I hope that the young people in question will relegate this display to the confines of our property so that any possibility of scandal is avoided.”

After the perfunctory sip of tea, Mrs. Austen continued.

“Mr. Darcy, I would like you to meet my elder sister, Mrs. Cavendish.”

“Very pleased to make your acquaintance, Madam,” Darcy acknowledged with a bow.

“And yours, Mr. Darcy, especially since I find your appearance so pleasing.  No doubt I have my niece to thank for the fine display of your cock.  That is indeed a fine instrument you favor us with.”

Without waiting for Darcy’s thanks she continued.

“I must set one matter straight for you, sir.  Although I am the senior to my sister in years – a fact that she was at pains to point out – the youthfulness of my outlook and love of fun render me a mere maid by comparison to her.”

“Rather than contest that absurd assertion, I shall instead ignore it and invite our new arrivals to take a seat and have some tea,” Mrs. Austen said mildly.

The chairs were arranged in a rough oval with Mrs. Austen to Darcy’s right, Jane to his left and Charlotte directly opposite him.  Aunt Sarah sat between Charlotte and her mother while Emma (now dressed) was opposite the older woman.

“Is Father not joining us?” Jane asked.

Mrs. Austen answered in the negative, stating that her husband had begged off on the basis of some pressing matter.  He would be available for dinner when their other guests would join them.

As the newcomer, Darcy became the object of as well as the principal participant in the conversation.  Mrs. Austen inquired after his family and plans.  Aunt Sarah allowed these mandatory niceties pass without comment.  When that line of discussion flagged, she moved in.

“Since you are staying on, I infer that you have found Jane’s body agreeable.  Is that correct, Mr. Darcy?” She inveighed in the same tone with which she might have asked how the weather suited him.  Darcy did not fail to see the look that her sister shot her, but elected to answer promptly.

“In my opinion, Mrs. Cavendish, Miss Jane and I have proved very simpatico both in and out of bed.  She is as pleasant to talk with as to fuck.”

He couldn’t help glancing at his companion after that statement.  She was smiling. So was Aunt Sarah.

“I must confess myself mystified by the daring of today’s young ladies who have no concern with allowing gentlemen to cum inside them, entertaining the risk of pregnancy.  I believe that girls of my generation were much more practical.  We cultivated the skills of bringing a gentleman off without the use of our cunts.”

“But didn’t that mean that the girls gave the pleasure but didn’t share it?” Jane challenged.  “Hands and lips don’t provide the same gratification.  They provide respite for a well-worked cunt and keep the gentleman engaged, but deliver little to giver.”

Her aunt smiled as she rose to the challenge.

“The essential aspect of that modus operandi is the skill of the lady to engage her swain and enlist him into her plan for pleasure.  It is also of great assistance when the young lady has a large repertoire of sexual tricks.  Of course, an intimate knowledge of a man’s body is indispensible.”

Abruptly, the older woman addressed Darcy.

“Sir, would you be amenable to participating in a small demonstration in the interest of education?”

The young man had been following the conversation with rapt interest but was caught off guard by the request.  Desiring to be as agreeable as possible to his hosts and please his sex partner, he did not hesitate before agreeing.  Receiving his approbation, Mrs. Cavendish set her tea cup aside and rose.

“In that case, please stand up, Mr. Darcy,” she enjoined.

Once he had divested himself of his cup and risen, the woman positioned herself at his side.  She glanced at her younger niece opposite Darcy.

“Charlotte, would you be so kind as to raise your skirts and show Mr. Darcy your cunt?”

All eyes switched to the girl being addressed.  For her part, the girl relieved herself of her cup, rose, hiked her skirts to the waist and sat down with her legs widely spread.  Her aplomb suggested that the request was quite within the ordinary.

Darcy did not engage in any consideration of the meaning of the girl’s behavior.  The sight of the young cunt engaged him at once.  It was a firm, double roll with no hint of the pinkness of the interior.  The virginal smoothness intrigued him.  The possibilities began to excite him.  That was when he realized his cock was in the grasp of the aunt.

She was standing facing his side.  The hand that was not holding his sex organ lit on his buttock.  Both hands began to move in slow, sensual pattern.  Darcy tensed a bit when he realized what the woman was doing to him.

“Charlotte, dear, why don’t you give your pussy a bit of stimulation?”

The girl’s hitherto impassive face dissolved into eagerness.  Her eyes sparkled as her fingers sought her sensitive spot.  Out of Darcy’s notice, Mrs. Austen shifted uncomfortably but kept silent.  Jane’s eyes darted back and forth between her bedmate’s cock and her sister’s cunt.  Emma watched the stiffening male organ steadily.

As a slow smile began to play on Charlotte’s lips, her aunt’s fingers found the crack of Darcy’s ass and traced it underneath.  The young man twitched and instinctively opened his legs slightly to ease her access.  She explored his taint and touched his scrotum from behind. 

For all of their invasiveness, the tactile sensations occupied the background of his mind.  The young girl’s cunt was the principal object of his attention.  He watched intently as she probed.  He waited to see if any moisture would emerge.  He imaged the sensation of forcing his cock into her, how tight she would be.  Her snugness would force him to shoot early.  And he would shoot hard.

His cock head was beginning to tingle.  The woman who owned it was delivering some excellent stimulation.  The rim of his appliance was garnering special attention.  He became aware of her finger orbiting his asshole.  It passed directly over the opening.  He tensed.  Then he twitched.  She had entered him.  His cock stiffened and strained still more.

Her hand worked his cock at a faster pace.  Her finger was well up inside him.  Charlotte’s cunt loomed large in his field of view.  The circular motion of her fingers mesmerized him.  She was beginning to writhe with building passion.  He wanted to see her cum.  His own need surged.  The telltale welling in his genitalia became intolerable.  With a groan he released.  His body stiffened and shuddered as a subsequent wave of pleasure engulfed him.

Still in a mental fog, he sensed that his cock was still under the ministrations of his assailant.  She was expertly milking the last of his semen from him.  More to the point, her finger was still up his ass.  That digit pumped in rhythm with the manipulation of his cock.  His ejaculatory muscles at the root of his cock flexed repeatedly as though trying to expel more semen.  He was being spent by the effort.

“Can you stand, Mr. Darcy?”

Aunt Sarah’s voice in his ear caused him to focus.  Her finger had withdrawn from his anus but was still clutching his ass.  Her other hand still held his cock.  It seemed that he was being supported by those two points.  His unreliable knees had a limited role in keeping him vertical.

But he rallied.  Concentrating, he arrested his sway and firmed his stance.

“I believe I can, Madam.  Thank you,” he replied, trying to sound confident.

Releasing him and stepping back, the older woman eyed the floor.

“I believe the gentleman shot upwards of a foot.”

Darcy followed her gaze and spotted the discontinuous white line of his semen on the polished wood planking.

“That was brilliant!” Emma enthused.  “I don’t know how he can shoot like that.”

Aunt Sarah left Darcy, skirted the line of ejaculate and resumed her seat.  Retrieving her cup she asked Emma to “be a dear” and pour her more tea.  As the younger girl rose to comply, Darcy noted that Sarah kept the finger that had buggered him firmly wrapped in a napkin.  Charlotte had lowered her skirt and resumed a more decorous presentation, albeit with a lingering flush on her face.

“Please resume your, Mr. Darcy,” Mrs. Austen enjoined.  “I believe we’re through making sport of you.”

“But very good sport, I’ll be bound,” her sister injected as she sat back with her full cup of tea.  “Mr. Darcy, how would you rate the feeling you derived from my manipulation of your appointments?”

“I don’t know when I’ve cum harder,” he replied sincerely.

“Is that a good thing?  Something that you’d like to experience again?”

“Yes, on both counts.  Although,” he hastened to add, “I would not choose it over fucking.”

“But you have no desire to mount a fuck right now, have you?”

“No, I don’t believe I’d be capable.”

“It is your desire I wonder about.  How is that?”

“I confess that I am lacking in motivation at this point,” he admitted.

“That, I believe, makes my point.  A young lady with the proper skills need entertain no hazard of pregnancy or disease but still enjoy the attentions of an eligible gentleman.”

“I agree you’ve made your point, Aunt Sarah,” Jane observed.  “My contention is that the practices and hence expectations are different these days.”

“I suggest that the word that would summarize Jane’s position is ‘fashion,’” Mrs. Austen observed. “Sexual practice is no less governed by current acceptance than the neckline of your dress.  However it came about, girls these days have embraced fucking whereas girls of our day eschewed it.  A girl today who did not allow herself to be fucked might be regarded as odd by her peers.  Among youngsters, that can be regarded as a fate worse than death.”

In my experience, afternoon tea is a time for pleasant patter. Nothing of moment is ever broached lest the tranquility of the ritual be breached.   I am pleased to report that this tea was a memorable exception.  Dare I hope that a new pattern can be laid for Austen teas?

7.  Afternoon Interlude

“I am beginning to feel as though I brought royalty home, Mr. Darcy,” Jan observed a short time later as they walked in the garden. The perambulation had been her suggestion.

“How so, Miss Austen?”

“Why, I expected to have you to myself yet you attract such interest and attention that I can scarcely seem to be able to organize a fuck for myself.  First Charlotte now Aunt Sarah have unloaded you, making you manifestly unfit for service.”

She was smiling challengingly.  Good natured or no, he could not allow his virility to be so questioned.

“Attention notwithstanding, I remain at your absolute service, Miss Austen.  I contend that I can even now fuck you satisfactorily.  I stand ready to prove that.”

She stepped in front of him, halting their amble.  Facing him, she took his cock and balls in both hands and smiled.

“I do not require constant fucking when I am enjoying the company of my chosen companion.  Although I have teased you, I find your ability to garner the favorable attention of my family validation of my choice.”  She squeezed his cock and cast her eyes a bit lower as she added, “I think you may indeed be as exceptional as they perceive you.”

She raised her head when she felt his hands grip her upper arms as he leaned forward.  The kiss was chaste at first and then she opened her mouth.  She felt his cock begin to swell in her grasp as his tongue explored her mouth.  That encouraged her to suck his tongue ardently.  Her hands moved in concert with her lips. His cock stiffened.  He squeezed her arms more tightly.  Their mouths worked together more intensely.

They broke contact.  She looked down to confirm that he was hard.

“I want to fuck you.”

She looked up in response to his breathy declaration.  There was no mistaking his aroused state.  Her only response was a nod.

He laid her down in the abundant shade.  She managed to gather up most of her skirts so that her buttocks touched the grass.  There was no benefit to allowing their juices spoil her dress.  She spread her legs.  There was no need for foreplay.  He tested her cunt with his finger before grasping his cock and leaning forward.  Her eyes closed as she felt herself being entered.  She gasped repeatedly as his thrusts brought him home.

He paused with his cock fully inserted in her.  She raised her legs to enfold him, mindful of her shoes.  When she stopped moving, he commenced the fuck.  His strokes were slow and deep.  Her half opened eyes held his as their mating continued.

Darcy varied his strokes, both in rhythm and angle.  He noted her reaction and attempted to repeat his successes.  Jane twitched and moaned in response to her mate’s scoring thrusts.  He picked up the speed of his thrusts.  Her arousal transmuted into passion.  Her eyes were closed now.  Her expression was strained, her mouth agape to facilitate her labored breathing.

When her climax swept over her, there was no attempt to stay the punishment that her shoes inflicted on her partner’s back.  Nor was there any attenuation of her vocalizations.  Mindless of her condition, Darcy continued to fuck her with all the vigor he could muster.  The girl reaped the benefits in the form of prolonged surges of pleasure.

Darcy was finally compelled to pause to catch his breath.  Jane managed to open her eyes.

“Oh, dear Lord,” she gasped.

“I suppose we should congratulate Mr. Darcy on his elevation to a peerage,” a voice to her left said.

Both turned abruptly in that direction to perceive William and Lady Francesca still clad in their riding costumes observing them.  Both were smiling with amusement.

“Or perhaps, Jane, your adulation is for the Almighty for bringing Mr. Darcy to you,” Francesca continued with undisguised merriment.

“In truth, my dear gentlefolk,” William added, “it seems as though whenever we encounter you, Mr. Darcy’s cock is probing Jane’s cunt.  One might conclude that you are constantly engaged in coitus.”

Darcy, face down, short of breath, still locked between his lovers legs with his cock sheathed in her cunt, was not immediately disposed to respond.  Jane apparently was not hobbled by the awkwardness of their situation.  She wrapped her legs emphatically around Darcy as she replied.

“Your Ladyship apprehends correctly that I consider Mr. Darcy’s cock work worthy of royal recognition.  Indeed I would consider it appropriate if His Majesty would confirm the honor by laying his sword on Mr. Darcy’s rigid cock instead his shoulder.

“As to your contention, William, that we are constantly coupling, rest assured that if it were possible to pass the entire day and night with Mr. Darcy’s cock inside me I would embrace that arrangement wholeheartedly.”

“I will allow that fucking apparently sharpens your wit, dear cousin,” William grinned. “If Mr. Darcy continues his excellent work for a few more days, I daresay you could take to the floor of Parliament and more than hold your own in debate.  I would suggest you undertake that task in a more vertical posture, however.”

Francesca turned to her fiancé.

“Can we then infer that you are in favor of votes for women?” she challenged.

William recognized the hazard of the question.

“I would suspect that intelligent women such as Jane and you, my dear, would be reluctant to surrender the power they exercise over the affairs of men in exchange for a mere vote.”

“A slippery response as ever I heard,” Jane jeered from beneath Darcy.

Lady Francesca shook her head in resignation as she took William’s arm.

“You see my challenge, Miss Jane?  I fear that his glibness was what attracted me to him, but I expect that he will employ his silver tongue to obfuscate the truth more than once in the course of our marriage.  However, I am on alert and so he will be well advised to employ his wiles sparingly.  I expect to provide him with a good match.”

William took her hand and kissed it while looking into her eyes..

“I am well and truly warned, my darling.”

“Did you cum. Mr. Darcy?” Jane asked after the other couple had taken their leave and Darcy dismounted her, allowing her to sit up.

“I did not, but I was not expecting to, given your aunt’s excellent hand job.  My intention was to demonstrate my ability to fuck you even through there was little chance I could cum again so soon.”

“Your demonstration was manifestly successful, but I feel somewhat derelict by taking my pleasure while you were denied yours.”

Darcy paused in the process of gaining his feet.  Taking to one knee in front of her, he gathered his sincerity about him.

“I am touched by your concern, Miss Austen, but, truly, you needn’t trouble yourself on my account.   Nature being what it is, an occasional disappointment in sex is inevitable.  We must enjoy the orgasms sent our way, shrug off the ones that failed to live up to their promise and look forward to the next fuck with optimism.”

His companion arched an eyebrow skeptically.

“That is rather insightful thesis, Mr. Darcy.  Is it truly your philosophy?”

He couldn’t hold her eyes any longer.  His face broke into a grin.

“The words were mine, but I must own that the sentiment was expressed by none other than your father as we spoke this morning.  I shameless appropriated the wisdom he apparently accumulated over a lifetime.”

Her laugh seemed musical.  Indulging a chuckle himself, he gained his feet and offered her his hands.  She accepted and joined him in the vertical state. 

“Nevertheless, sir, I will credit you with the perceptiveness to recognize wisdom and act on it.  Many lack that facility.”

More leisurely strolling among the shaded greenery ensued. Her hand took his cock.  His arm responded by encircling her slim waist.  Once those arrangements were in place, they exchanged smiles.

Eventually, she steered toward the house. They entered through the rear portico.  Meeting no residents, they swept up the rear staircase and gained Jane’s room in short order.  Once the door closed she turned to him.

“Will you be so kind, Mr. Darcy as to help me undress?”

The shy deference contained in her request not only touched his heart, but causes his cock to warm.  Once she was naked he allowed his hands to rove over her as he stood behind with his distended cock pressed to her ass.  When he bused her neck, her body stretched and pressed against him.  Finally, she turned in his arms to face him and offer a kiss.  He accepted and added a firm embrace.

After their bodies and tongues had worked together for a few moments, she abruptly pulled away.

“Will you read to me again, Mr. Darcy?”

Her hand went to his cock as she posed her question.  That organ was quite rampant and approaching maximum rigidity.

Despite his surprise, he consented.  Following the flick of her eyes, he turned and retrieved the book he had read from earlier.  When he turned back she was backing to the bed, drawing him after her by his cock.  He was nearly hard by the time she released him as she sat on the bed.

“Come up here, please, sir.”

She arranged him on his back in a half-reclining position bolstered by pillows.  Straddling his legs, she took his cock and moved in close.  Her eyes were smoldering with need.

“Prepare me for your cock, please.”

Mutely he reached for her and began to finger her cunt.  She was already quite wet.  He continued to savor her soft moistness, however, feeling the response in his own body mount.

“Am I ready?”

The question came in a husky whisper.  His response was a nod.  His lips moved in accompaniment, but no sound emerged.

She moved forward, directed his cock to her cunt that had been vacated by his finger and lowered herself onto it.  After a few moves and subsequent adjustments, Jane settled down with Darcy’s cock comfortably inside her.  Feeling the familiar moist, soft sheath of her cunt about his phallus caused him to become eager to fuck once again.

“Will you read now?”

He hesitated for only moment before taking up the book.  Nevertheless, having a naked woman sitting quiescently on his rigid, fuck-ready cock while he read aloud was not a familiar situation.

Hardly had he begun when he became aware of his cock’s being squeezed.  It was momentary, so he did not break the cadence of his reading.  When it was repeated he glanced up at the face of his mate.  Her countenance was impassively dreamy.

His reading became more labored as repeated cunt clenches roused his desires.  His lover was watching his face intently now.

“You seem to be having difficulty, Mr. Darcy,” she said at last.  “Perhaps I should take over.”

He surrendered the volume to her custody as two more squeezes in rapid succession cause him to stiffen and squirm.  The book partially hid her face as she commenced her recitation.  Although her reading was smooth and clear, his ears began unaccountably to clog, causing the words to become indistinct.  What became clear was that the continual stimulation of his cock was driving him toward a climax.

Apparently, she was not unmindful of what was transpiring.  Her body twisted on her mount in between increasingly frequent contractions.  For his part, his hands clutched at her folded thighs as he resisted the urge to thrust at his antagonist. 

His cock was beginning to well with that terminal sensation of imminent release.  Helplessly he arched under her as he attempted to release the first spurt of seed.  That and subsequent pulses were not prolonged.  His inventory of semen was inadequate to raise him to the ultimate heights of ecstasy, but he groaned and writhed in the throes of a climax nevertheless.

When the quakes of pleasure subsided he saw that she was watching him intently.  Her cunt was no longer clutching at his embedded organ, nor was she still reading.

“You came?” she asked levelly.

He drew a shaky breath.

“Yes, Miss Austen, thanks to your heroic efforts.”

She smiled triumphantly.

“I told you I was not comfortable leaving you unfulfilled.  My mother insists that a lady should always cause the gentleman to cum.  I suppose one cannot deny one’s upbringing.”

“I was impressed that you were able to bring me off with so little movement,” he volunteered.

If possible, she smiled more broadly.

“Thank you for noticing, Mr. Darcy.  I rather surprised myself that I was able to carry that off.  I think it is testimony to your exceptional virility.”

“I would be inclined to credit your sexual allure providing me with exceptional stimulation.  I believe you could rouse a corpse to perform sexually for you.”

She laughed as she set the book aside.

“La, Mr. Darcy, you are an accomplished flatterer – even employing the macabre to good advantage.”  She leaned forward and indulged in a brief kiss of appreciation. Her breasts pressed his chest. “But I must confess I enjoy your extravagant praise,” she added with their lips nearly in contact with his.

I am convinced that my liaison with Mr. Darcy has caused me to grow sexually.  The reassurance I feel with him gives me the confidence to attempt new ways to express of my desires and fulfill my needs.  The fact that I must seek my gratification through a partner I believe also causes me to grow as a person.  No matter whether my analysis is on or off the mark, there is no doubt that Mr. Darcy is good for me.

8. Dinner

The couple talked and then drowsed as the late afternoon gave way to evening.  A knock at the door roused them.  Jane’s maid returned to dress her for dinner.  Once washing and dressing were accomplished, Darcy watched as his companion evaluated her appearance in the mirror.  Since dinner dress was formal, the girl’s breasts were bare.  He appreciated the youthful lift and firm shape of her tits.  Then she turned to inspect him.  Her eyes went to his crotch.

“Oh, Mary, please fluff Mr. Darcy’s cock before you leave.”

“Yes, Miss.”

Mary was on her knees in front of him almost before the meaning of Jane’s instruction registered.

“If you please, sir.”

With that, the maid took his cock in her hand and conveyed it to her mouth.  The suddenness of the turn of events had Darcy staggered for a moment but the warm moistness combined with the vigorous sucking of his cock quickly suffused him with reassurance. Gathering himself, he stood erect with his hands on his hips while he watched Mary’s bobbing head.

Detecting the rigidity of his member, Darcy’s assailant drew back from her task to visually confirm the results of her efforts.  Satisfied, she shuffled aside on her knees and looked over her shoulder at her mistress.

“Will that be satisfactory, Miss?”

She continued to hold Darcy’s shaft for Jane’s inspection.

“Very good, Mary.  You may go.”

“Thank you, Miss,” the maid returned as she got to her feet.  Then she turned to Darcy and bobbed a curtsey.  “Have a pleasant evening, sir.”

Was that a trace of a knowing smile on her face as she turned to go?  She certainly did catch his eye with her own.  It was the classic maid’s signal that she was receptive to copulation.  Were he in his own house without the consideration of a lady guest, he might have been tempted to make a late night visit to the servants’ quarters to ascertain if her cunt was as welcoming as her demeanor suggested.

His companion apparently took no note of the byplay.

“I would say you are groomed and ready to greet the public, Mr. Darcy.  May I say that you cut a striking figure with your cock so rigid and your balls tucked up neatly – rather like you are decked out in battle regalia with your sword at the ready.”

He smiled at her teasing.  He took two slow steps toward her as he replied.

“And I must confess that the high color of your nipples is a perfect accompaniment to the brightness of your eyes.” 

He placed his hands on either breast and gently thumbed the objects of his observation.  Her eyes held his steadily as she took one of his hands, raised it to her mouth and enclosed the index finger between her lips.  She sucked it for only a moment before releasing his hand.  Her own hand went to his straining cock.

“Shall we go?” she asked quietly.

Her hand encased his shaft firmly as she led him through the door, down the hall, the stairs and finally into the drawing room.

“Good evening, everyone.”

She had stopped just inside the doorway to offer her greeting.  All eyes turned to her and noted that she was holding the stiff cock of her naked escort.

“Good evening, dear and Mr. Darcy.”

Her mother was the first to respond.  Sir Edward was standing but Aunt Sarah and Jane’s sisters were seated about the room.  As greetings were exchanged, Darcy noted that his host wore full evening dress with the exception of trousers.  His distended cock hung authoritatively as he stood with complete equanimity, his hands behind his back. 

“Why are you favoring us with this display of masculinity, Father?”  Jane asked, releasing Darcy’s cock so she could cross to her parent.  Once there she grasped his cock as she went up for a peck on the cheek.

“You will have to be patient for that news, my dear.”  He turned his gaze toward the younger man.  “I see you have adopted a jaunty attitude for this evening, sir.”

Darcy bowed with a smile and an involuntary bob of his phallus.

“Your daughter averred that this would be an appropriate grooming for this evening, Sir Edward.  What can a gentleman do but accede to a lady’s wishes?”

Sir Edward allowed himself a slight smile as he inclined his head in acquiescence.

“Indeed, sir, we are all in the business of attempting to please our ladies.”

“You poor, long suffering man,” Mrs. Austen returned with sarcasm crackling her voice.  “If I did not know better, I would think you beset with privation rather than a prime exponent of self-gratification.”

The exchange was cut short by the appearance of William and Lady Francesca.  Their entrance garnered more than the usual attention that a striking young couple might expect.  Her Ladyship’s evening finery did not just display her bare breasts.  Rather, her costume consisted of a flowing silk skirt that rode low on her hips.  The flatness of her abdomen was plainly visible to the viewers since – except for an elaborate choker – she was naked above the waist.  Her luxuriant hair was piled high in contrast to the low, pin-curled current hair style for smart young ladies. 

Darcy would later characterize her breasts as breath-taking.  They were high and firm – he would have hardly expected less based on her reputation for commanding beauty – but the fact that they were molded onto such a smooth, perfectly-shaped white torso with its narrow waist and abrupt flaring of hips made it impossible for him not to stare. As he surrendered to the mesmerizing vision, details such as the paleness of her aureoles and the exceptional projection of her nipples burned themselves into his consciousness.  He had no difficulty maintaining his erection while beholding this woman.

But Francesca’s appearance was not the sole reason for the couple’s attention-getting.  Her companion was resplendent in his regimental tunic and polished boots.  However, he too was bereft of any garment below the fitted waist of his jacket.  His cock was quite tumescent.

“It seems that the instruction that passed among the ladies was scrupulously honored,” William ventured in response to the silent stares.

Mrs. Austen rose and came forward to meet the couple.

“Thank you for your cooperation, William.  I rather thought that since your uncle’s declaration that he would be displaying tonight and Mr. Darcy’s continuing nudity that it would not be appropriate to have you the odd man out.”

The heir to the Earldom of Bickford exchanged cheek pecks with his aunt before replying.

“Then I must thank you for your consideration, my dear aunt.  I certainly would not want to seem out of place and attracting unfavorable attention.”

The polite, tongue-in-cheek exchange provoked amused smiles from most of the assembly.  The females swept up to the new arrivals for the mandatory kisses and greetings.  When that subsided, Jane returned to Darcy’s side and casually resumed her grasp of his cock.  When the traffic had cleared from around Francesca and William, the former looked directly at Darcy.

“It is pleasant to see you again, Mr. Darcy – all of you again.  I believe that I am so familiar with your body – and your erect cock – that I am inclined to believe we have slept together.”

“If that is true, Milady, I am distressed to report that I have no recollection of that experience.”

“That would mean that either it did not happen or I am a very forgettable fuck.  Needless to say, I’d prefer to believe the former.”

“My dear, you overlooked a third possibility,” William inveighed. When his fiancé looked quizzically at him, he continued.  “That is that Mr. Darcy is experiencing amnesia.  That is a distinct hazard when one has been fucking one’s brains out as he has with Jane.”

The younger Mr. Austen garnered a short general laugh from the party before the butler appeared to announce dinner.  Entering the dining room, Darcy discovered that name cards were on display at each place setting.  Locating his name, he found he was seated between Lady Francesca and Charlotte.  Jane was across the table, next to her cousin.

Once he had taken his seat, deferring to his female companions as they arranged themselves (and exercising care to tuck his persistent phallus out of harm’s way), he looked to the foot of the table where Mrs. Austen was surveying the arrangements with a pleased smile.  No one commented on this unusual practice for such a small party.

Further reflection was preempted by Sir Edward’s raising his glass to the assembly.

“Welcome, one and all.  I hope everyone passed as pleasant a day as I have.”

“I suppose,” his wife interposed, “that you are going to share the reason for your ebullience, Sir Edward?”

“Indeed, I shall.”

He sat back and viewed the party to be sure he had everyone’s attention.

“I took a young serving girl to my bed, deflowered her and then enjoyed her body repeatedly and in the most prolonged manner this afternoon.”

“At last,” Aunt Sarah heaved in mock relief.  “Your mooning after that little nubbin was beginning to strain the bounds of decorum.”

“I quibble with your characterization, Sarah,” Sir Edward huffed in mock indignation – one could tell his mood was too high to be deflated by any deprecating comment.  “Like any good master I was merely monitoring the fruit to determine when it was ripe to be plucked.”

“That was the girl named Carol, was it not?” Mrs. Austen inquired.  “How old is she?”

“I believe that she is younger than I by a goodly year,” Charlotte interposed.

“Then she isn’t even 13 yet?”  Aunt Sarah seemed disapproving.  “That hardly constitutes “ripe” in my book.  Had she even begun to bleed?”

“Well, she did this afternoon when my cock went in her,” the master deadpanned.  Then his brow gathered into a frown.  “See here, my dear sister-in-law, I shan’t be made out a brute because I avail myself of a serving girl from time to time.”

“That you’re a brute is not in dispute,” Mrs. Austen observed dryly.  “The only question is what species.”

The females at the table enjoyed a laugh.  The men were at pains not to join in lest they offend their host.  But the former colonel defused the situation while leaning forward and taking up his glass again.

“Touché, my dear,” he rejoined with a tight smile.  “A beast is what I am.  But tonight finds me a contented predator, licking my chops and feeling at rights with the world.”

The topic quickly turned as food began to appear.  Darcy looked diagonally across to Jane.  She met his eyes but then quickly looked aside.  He realized that she was looking at Francesca.  Just then her hand disappeared from the table top.  He saw the muscles in her bare arm and shoulder flex in unmistakable fashion.  The sidelong look that she got from cousin William confirmed his suspicion: Jane had grasped his cock.  Why, he could even feel .. 

He stopped himself from looking down.  He glanced instead at her ladyship.  She was smiling at him.  Her eyes seemed dark ebony in that candlelight.  She leaned close.  Her nipple came perilously close to touching his bicep.

“I’ve been wanting to feel your cock since I saw it slip out of Jane.  Your bedmate just granted me permission to do so.  I hope it meets with your approval as well.”

Her touch was smooth and practiced.  She rimmed the head of his cock repeatedly with her thumb.  He felt his prostate flex, no doubt expelling precum.

“Your Ladyship may be confident of my wholehearted approval,” he murmured in reply.

Charlotte was showing surreptitious interest in the activity taking place between his legs.  Francesca noticed.

“Have you felt this gentleman’s cock yet, Charlotte?” she asked the younger girl.

“Indeed, and more so,” the youngster replied.  “I have sucked him off.”

“Have you?”  She looked critically at Darcy.  “You have been busy, sir.”  Again to Charlotte: “How did his cum taste?”

“Quite agreeable,” the girl replied with an air of worldly authority.  “Clean, is the way I would characterize it.” 

Upon making that observation, she looked up to see Darcy watching her and promptly retreated into embarrassment.  The glimpse of her deep, dark eyes infected him with nascent desire.

Francesca was warming to the subject.  She continued to address Charlotte across Darcy’s chest as her thumb continued to work its magic on his cock.

“I find the seed of younger men more as you describe – a sort of salty neutrality.  But older men tend to have distinctive flavors.  I suspect that whiskey and cigars have much to do with formulating the tastes that we perceive.  I have noticed William’s essence has changed over the time that I have known him.  I suppose that one might attribute the metamorphosis to ageing – rather like liquor curing in oaken barrels – but I suspect that habit bares the greater share of the responsibility.”

Darcy was beginning to shift in his seat.  His arousal had become irresistible.  Charlotte glanced at the activity frequently, apparently attempting to avoid an overt breach of manners by staring.

“Just a bit more, Mr. Dracy.”

Francesca’s whisper cut into the gathering haze of his rising passion.  He planted his bare feet and tried to remain still. 

Her stimulation of his cock had become rapid and purposeful.  He could see her face from the corner of his half-closed eyes.  She was watching him expectantly with a serene smile.  Her single hand displayed remarkable dexterity.  Her thumb and index finger rimmed his cock and teased his glans while her remaining fingers held his shaft in place, imparting occasional squeezes.  Her touch was just right.  

His hands had been gripping the seat of his chair.  He sat stiffly upright as his felt the pressure build to a climax.  Then he broke.  The first bolt of semen seemed like a blessed release, the second, a wrenching implosion.  As the follow-on contractions suffused him with pleasure, he kept his lips tightly sealed, refusing to emit so much as a grunt. 

He opened his eyes as quickly as he could manage.  Except for Jane’s quick glance and Emma’s steady stare, no one seemed conscious of what had transpired.  All seemed intent upon their soup.  The incongruous element, however, was the lack of conversation. 

Finally, William looked at him.  His teeth appeared in a sly smile.

“I say Mr. Darcy, you are paying scant attention to you soup.  Perhaps you are anticipating the eel in the next course.”

Darcy collected his thoughts.

“I have little expectation for the eel, Mr. Austen.  I believe that my eel has already given its best.”

Sir Edward actually guffawed.  Aunt Sarah laughed full and hard.  Emma was the only abstainer from the giggles and titters that broke out around the table.  Francesca smiled appreciatively as she asked the waiter to bring another napkin.  She affected a clean-up with a minimum of fuss.  Darcy appreciated how her bare breasts bobbed with her efforts.  At last she sat up as though nothing untoward had happened and picked up her soup spoon. 

I declare, Annabelle, that by his display of keen wit and good humor Mr. Darcy continued to raise himself still higher in my estimation.

9.  Bedtime

An after dinner a card game was organized.  Since it was a four handed game, the group was separated into two four member parties.  This was accomplished by lot, so an odd assortment resulted.  Darcy found himself at table with Mr. and Mrs. Austen and Charlotte.  Jane, the betrothed couple and Aunt Sarah populated the other table.  Emma accepted the commission of providing entertainment at the pianoforte. 

Darcy resolved to make the best of an awkward situation.  With Mrs. Austen as his cross table partner, he recognized the clear advantage he enjoyed over Sir Edward and his inexperienced younger daughter. As it turned out, Charlotte rose to the occasion.  Darcy and his partner barely eked out a win. 

Moreover, Charlotte was bright and engaged in the social interaction between hands.  Darcy received more than his share of her attention, a circumstance that raised his interest in her.  She was the recipient of more than one prolonged appraising gaze from him.

As the party sat back in their chairs at the conclusion of the last hand, Darcy found Jane at his elbow.

“May I have a word, Mr. Darcy?”

“Of course, Miss Austen,” he replied as he rose.  They had barely exchanged a look and a word since the conclusion of dinner.

Once they had claimed a corner of the room out of earshot of the others, she leaned toward him and whispered earnestly.  It seemed that Francesca was keen to exchange partners for the night.  She would bed Darcy and Jane would be William’s partner.  Jane avoided voicing an opinion, only citing Her Ladyship’s social rank that made compliance with her request politic.

“As you say, Miss Austen, the wishes of our social betters must be duly considered and accommodated if at all possible.” Then he leaned closer and dropped his voice into a more sincere register.  “In truth, however, I am disappointed at not being able to share your bed this night.”

Her face registered the desired level of pleasure.

“I shall be thinking of you as William fucks me,” she said simply. 

That declaration and the glow in her eyes touched him unexpectedly.  His own disclosure had been a bit pro-forma, bidden more by politeness than feeling.  Hers seemed heartfelt and he was momentarily shamed.  He rallied quickly.

“And I, you,” he replied huskily.

He felt her hand give his relaxed cock a brief squeeze before she turned back to the company, still holding his manhood.  Of course, he followed her.

She released him to accept a glass of port from a waiter.  The company was now standing about the room.  It quickly segregated by sex, so Darcy found himself necessarily gravitating toward his own.  He accepted a brandy and then the appraising up and down glance from William.

“You certainly seem at ease with your state, Mr. Darcy.  I believe that I have quite gotten over the novelty of your nudity and regard it as normal.  Upon my word, it seems to suit you so well that I can’t imagine confronting you otherwise.”

Darcy nodded in acknowledgement before placing his free hand behind him and replying.  He wanted to be sure he was not tempted to give the impression that he was self-conscious about his penis display.

“Indeed, sir, I believe that I am now so accustomed to this state of sartorial affairs that donning clothes seems a rather foreign notion.”

Both of the other men stood quite straight with only their glass hand visible.  It occurred to Darcy that all three were posturing for the best display of their naked cocks.  William’s appointments were smoothly shaven but their host’s crotch sported a thatch of uncertain color in the dim candlelight.  All three were in a pleasantly tumescent state with their cocks arched off their balls.

Sir Edward disclosed to his nephew that Darcy was about to embark on his studies at university in natural sciences.  William inquired concerning how Darcy selected his field of interest.

“It is the excitement of the new developments of our times that motivates me,” Darcy replied.  “You have doubtless heard of the application of steam-powered engines to our mining and to our manufacturing enterprises such has spinning, weaving and milling.  Inventive individuals are and have been engaged in applying steam drivers to transportation.  They envision a time when we will glide over the water without regard to wind or tide and through the countryside without recourse to muscles.”

“I know that such transport machines are used in mining and have been experimented upon for industrial transportation, but can they ever be suitable for public use?” Sir Edward inquired.  “Would it ever be economical to run rails over long distances and purchase fuel for the trip and not have to charge several pounds per person?”

“No doubt there will have to be many innovations to make such systems practical,” Darcy conceded   “But the other way of saying that is that there is considerable opportunity to contribute – and benefit from – ideas that will make these possibilities realities.”

“Where do you see making your mark?” William asked. 

“Perhaps in industries where the application of steam has not yet been undertaken,” Darcy rejoined promptly.  “My father and brother have already invested in steam powered weaving and spinning.  I believe that opportunity is past, pending improvements.  I suspect that industries such as steelmaking and farming are ripe for improvement.”

“Farming?” Sir Edward fairly exclaimed.  “Surely, farming is not an industry.  It is a way of life for our yeomen and tenants.  There are multitudes of them that depend on their ability to work the land.  Surely application of machines will displace people from agriculture to go … where?”

“The mechanization of farming is already decades old, Sir Edward,” Darcy intervened gently.  “Mr. Tull’s seed drill, the iron plough and the threshing machine have already left their mark on British agriculture. We are now talking about a different means of powering those and future machines.  Aside from the productivity gains, it makes sense because the horses and oxen that presently pull those ploughs and power the other devices consume a large portion of the crops they help raise.  Eliminating working animals from the farm is an obvious efficiency improvement.”

William’s brow furrowed.

“Men breed and care for draught animals.  What you are suggesting, sir, will displace untold thousands from the land.  Where will they go?”

“To work in the new factories,” Darcy replied promptly.  “There will be increasing demand for labor in manufacturing with the drawdown of requirement for farm labor.”

“That will not be accomplished without considerable unrest,” William persisted.  “The country may be ill served by these improvements.”

“Perhaps, but that will be the challenge for those that populate the councils of our sovereign – our ruling class.”

His host smiled grimly.

“I hope our leadership is equal to that task. Although things may or may not unfold precisely as you prognosticate, Mr. Darcy, I sense that you are correct in principle.  When conversations like this erupt, I am perversely grateful that I am along in years and unlikely to have to cope with the upshot of your vision.”

He ended with a large swallow of his brandy.

“May I steal you away for a moment, Mr. Darcy?”

It was Jane at his elbow.  There was a glow in her eyes that seemed both eager and expectant.

“Why, of course, Miss Austen.”  And turning momentarily to his companions, “Pray excuse me, gentlemen.”

Hardly had he turned from his late coterie than he spotted Charlotte standing nearby off to one side.

“It is actually Charlotte who wishes to speak with you,” Jane stated.  She favored him with a reassuring smile before turning an expectant gaze on her sister.

“Would you please step this way, Mr. Darcy?” the younger girl asked.  Jane hung back.

Once they had established exclusive ownership of a far corner of the room, the girl faced him with nervous gravity.  While she gathered her courage, he allowed himself to appreciate the depth of her eyes once again.  Her height added to the attraction as her eyes were nearly on level with his.  The totality of her had the effect of raising his desire.

“I have come to a decision, sir,” the girl began, “to part company with my virginity.”

A tingle of anticipation sprang up in Darcy’s abdomen.  Realizing that he was holding his breath, he willed himself to exhale. She let a beat go by before continuing.

“I would therefore count it an honor if you would become the agency of accomplishing my objective.”

“You mean …” he almost croaked.

“I’d like you to fuck me,” she added firmly.

“He gathered himself quickly.  He pulled himself up to full height before replying.

“It is I who would be honored, Miss Charlotte.  I would be pleased to fuck you for the first time.”

Tension was replaced with excitement.  For his part, Darcy felt his cock become heavy.  He was exhilarated with anticipation.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy.  I appreciate your indulging my request.  But there is the matter of when we might consummate our bargain.  I am informed that you are otherwise engaged this night.  And the household will be somewhat disrupted by the departure of William and Lady Francesca in the morning.  I therefore conclude that our best opportunity will be on the morrow sometime around midday.”

Darcy smiled.  The joy conferred by the invitation to fuck this lushly endowed youngster was reinforced by the amusement at the business-like demeanor she immediately adopted.

“I am at your service, Miss, whenever you choose to require it.”

“I do not believe that the choice of time will be entirely mine.  There are demands on your cock and semen-producing capacity that may render you unfit for service.  We will need to consult to select a suitable occasion.”

“I will look forward to our rendezvous, then.”

He extended his upturned hand to her.  She accepted his invitation by placing her hand in his.  He kept his eyes on her face as he bent to kiss her proffered appendage.  Her eyes glowed as she watched him intently. The womanly desire was unmistakable.

The company regrouped and then realigned.  Bedmates gravitated together.  Darcy was favored with an ardent look from Francesca as he gained her side.  At an opportune moment, they excused themselves and sought the lady’s bedchamber. 

The maid made short work of removing Lady Francesca’s brief costume while Darcy watched. The smooth curve of her hips emerged from the confines of her low slung skirt to frame her vaginal cleft.  Once freed of both her raiment and coiffeur, her naked Ladyship presented herself for his inspection.  Standing before him, she placed her hands on the back of her hips, the better to display her bald cunt.  She turned side to side in a saucy tease.  It was plain that she understood the extent of her charms and how to use them to tantalize a man.  Darcy’s cock affirmed her conviction.

He trailed as she backed into bed, drawing him along with an ethereal smile of promise.  She received him lying on her back, her long, abundant hair forming a rich halo.  He crawled directly between her open legs, his heavy cock dragging over her pubis.  She reached for his shoulders as his lips descended to her neck.

At some point one of her hands searched out and trapped his cock.  She imparted gentle tugs as he arched his body to give his mouth access to her high-standing nipples.  His sucking was prolonged.  Her reaction was unrestrained, with gasps and moans.

“Please allow me to suck your cock, sir.”

He raised his head in surprise.  The breathy request was the first sound she had uttered since they entered the bed chamber.  He looked into her half-opened, long lashed eyes for a beat before raising himself off her.  She rolled with him as he gained his back.  His cock never left her grip.

She studied her possession for a moment before her mouth encircled the head.  Watching her at work with her heavy, dark hair curtaining her head was as stimulating as the sensation of her ministrations.  The snug display of her barely swaying breasts proved an excellent enhancement.

After two very capable deep throat plunges, she disengaged.  She was smiling when she reared up on her knees.  With his cock still in her grasp, she swept over him to straddle his hips.  He watched raptly as she lowered herself onto him.  In a few expertly executed pumps, she had him fully inside her.  She then leaned forward on her arms and paused.

“It is time, Mr. Darcy, for your excellent cock to perform its office.”

He made no move to reply as she began to fuck herself on his phallus. 

“Do please advise me, sir, when you are at the point of cumming,” he heard her gasp.

Thus absolved of the need to take a leading role in the proceedings, Darcy recruited his hands to explore the body of the exquisite woman on top of him.  Her Ladyship twitched and squirmed as his fingertips lightly explored her back, then her flanks and finally underneath on her abdomen.  Enjoying her reaction, he appropriated her hanging breasts and undertook to tease her nipples with his thumbs.

Whether in response to his ministrations or her own inspiration, she gyrated on his cock with impressive vigor.  Her eyes were tightly closed when her body stiffened and she emitted a staccato cry.  It was clear that she had achieved a climax.  Nevertheless, she barely faltered in her fuck rhythm.  Panting and gasping, she continued as Darcy felt his cock begin to well with incipient promise. 

His warning vocalization was nearly unintelligible, but there was nothing lacking in her response.  In a fluid motion, she pulled off his cock, rolled from between her legs and landed on her side.  Without a pause, she took his straining cock in her hand and bent to it.  He felt her mouth close around his member almost simultaneously with his first pulse.  His body stiffened into immobility subsequent shots of semen escaped him.  Colors flashed beneath his clenched eyelids as he moaned out his ecstasy.  .

When he came down he found his hand covering his eyes, an apparent reflex to shut out other sensory stimuli as he attempted to cope with the overload of sexual sensations.  Finally removing the shielding appendage, he searched for his partner.  He located her still lying beside his hip, partially rolled over onto his thigh.  She was watching him with her typical serene smile.  Her hand was still holding his shrinking cock.

“Mr. Darcy, have you retuned to us?”

His breath gasped through the helpless grin that sprang up on his face as he replied.

“I apologize for causing you concern, Milady.  I fear that my climax debilitated me more than usual.”  Another gasp intervened before he added, “I trust you took good care of my emission while I was away.”

“You may rest assured that I was diligent in that regard.  I ingested your precious seed without wasting a drop.”

Her Ladyship’s smile relaxed into a more serious attitude.

“I hope that I have not committed too great a breach of manners by taking charge of our fuck.  I realize that it is considered proper for a lady who is being fucked by a gentleman for the first time to accept his service on her back with him on top.  The lady should assume the superior position only with gentlemen with whom she enjoys more familiarity.  I seized the initiative this time because of my need to insure that I not become pregnant by any man other than William in anticipation of our nuptials.  I hope you’ll grant me that indulgence.”

“You may rely on my absolution for any transgression you may have committed, Milady,” He replied.  “Although I have difficulty believing that any lady who was the author of such pleasure could be held culpable for anything.”

Her smile broadened to non-aristocratic proportions as she relinquished his cock and crawled up the length of his body to lie atop him.  Stacking her hands on his upper chest she rested her chin on them so they were eye to eye.  He felt her legs fall on either side of his hips.  A moment later the warmth of her pussy impinged on his pubis.  Sated though he was, gazing into her dark eyes while feeling the warmth of her naked, well-appointed body against his did nothing to promote his quietude.

“You are quite a delicious young man, Mr. Darcy. Has any woman told you that?”

“I believe that you are the first, Milady,” he replied neutrally.  In the back of his mind he hoped she was not about to make some further demand on his sexual apparatus.  On the other hand, he hoped she would never avert the gaze of those all-absorbing eyes.

“I accept that that is true.  Ladies tend to shy away from remarking on a gentleman’s sexual attributes lest they seem too forward,” she rejoined reflectively.  “However, my assessment stands.  I think you exhibit a sophisticated knowledge of lovemaking while maintaining an unassuming air of inexperience.  I find that enormously appealing.”

“I’m sure you give me too much credit, Lady Francesca.  I am a typical young man with a cock that rears up in the presence of female pulchritude.  Nothing more.”

“I must respectfully disagree, sir.  You may know that I claim more than the usual experience with men.  It is my perception that you display a spark – perhaps an instinct – for sex that that few men possess.”

“As you say, Milady, I must defer to your superior knowledge of these matters.  I will aver that I hope you are correct in your assessment.  Nothing would please me more than to be known as a man with exceptional abilities in that arena.”

As William lay on top of me in the aftermath of our lovemaking my thoughts flew to Mr. Darcy.  I wondered how he fared in his attempt to service Lady Francesca, arguably the most experienced and sophisticated female fuck partner among the English aristocracy.

10.  Charlotte

As their post-coital conversation waned, Francesca rolled off Darcy and positioned herself on her back.  As he turned on his side to face her, he encountered an invitational smile.

“I hope you will indulge my one more request, sir,” she said coyly.  When Darcy assumed an alert inquisitive attitude, she continued.  “I much enjoy my slumber when I am overlain by a man.  I wonder that you might cover me with your body as we sleep.”

Darcy managed to suppress his surprise.

“Of course, Milady.  It would be my pleasure.”

Following her instructions, Darcy eventually found himself lying fully on his partner’s body with his head tucked just below her chin.  His hips were comfortably encased between her open thighs while his cock lolled against the bedding.  Her warm softness proved quite inviting and the regular rise and fall of her chest under him exceptionally soothing.  Sleep claimed him quickly.

He stirred as he momentarily emerged into a foggy semi-consciousness.  His cock was rock hard.  He felt the woman under him.  He moved.  His cockhead encountered the warmth emanating from her cunt.  He pressed.  She yielded, opening to receive him, while stirring almost imperceptibly. 

Still only vaguely aware of what was transpiring he began to move inside her.  His thrusts were slow and soft, involving minimal effort.  Her cunt was not as moist as it might be, so the stimulation to his sex organ was exceptional. 

Her breathing became irregular, punctuated with small gasps.  Except for that and occasional tremors in her thighs, she gave no outward sign of realizing she was under sexual assault. 

When his cock signaled it readiness for release, he pressed gently into her.  He exhaled softly as his cock pulsed repeatedly, releasing his seed.  When the insemination was complete, he relaxed with his cock still in the woman.  Sleep reclaimed him gently.

A cool grey light showed through the window when he stirred awake.  It was not the light but the touch of the woman that roused him.  He discovered that he still lay on Lady Francesca’s naked body.  He also realized that his cock was hard. 

Raising his head he discovered that she was watching him through half-open eyes.

“Good morning, sir.  I hope you slept well.”  When he only managed a smile and nod in reply, she continued.  “I had a dream that I was fucked as I floated through the air.  I never caught sight of the man that authored that pleasure.”

The memory of the somnambulant fuck suddenly exploded in Darcy’s mind.  She had stipulated that he not cum inside her but he had done just that.  His brain groped frantically to at once disabuse itself of the recollection while framing a response that would excuse him for the transgression.

A sharp rap at the door saved him.  Before he or the Lady could respond, the portal swung open to admit William.  He strode directly to the bed with an air of urgent authority that belied that fact that he was stark naked.

“My apologies, Darcy and my dear, but we must be off at once.  Rain has started and our travel is imperiled.  That stretch of road through Wilcester that was washed out in the spring is only marginally passable in the best of weather.”

Darcy immediately rose from off his partner and moved to exit the bed.  His rigid penis bobbed into view.  William noticed as he backed from the bed to give Darcy space to alight.

“My apologies again, sir.  I see I have interrupted your pleasure seeking.  I believe I owe you reparations at some future time.”

“Not at all, Mr. Austen,” Darcy insisted as he gained his feet.  “Necessity breaks iron.  My erection can hardly compete with that.”

Austen managed an appreciative smile.

“Your analogy is apt.  We men revel in the power contained in our erections, but when tested against life they are not the steely lances they seem.” 

As he and the other man faced each other, Darcy felt superior since he was supporting a full hard-on while his associate remained flaccid.  William did not allow the situation to persist.  With a bow he thanked Darcy for his understanding.  The intent of dismissal was evident.

The naked Lady Francesca was sitting up and made no attempt to cover up as she accepted Darcy’s bow and thanks before he turned to exit the chamber.  On his way he passed Jane’s maid holding William’s clothes and Francesca’s maid moving forward to assist her mistress.

The door to Jane’s room was ajar.  He administered only the briefest rap on the portal before slipping in.  The normally inviting sight of his naked lover reclining amongst the bed linens garnered scant notice.  The trek from one bedchamber to the other had suddenly raised his awareness of an urgent need.

“Excuse me a moment, Miss Austen,” he blurted as he dashed behind the chamber screen.

He seized an unused chamber pot and then grasped his rampant penis.  This was going to prove a challenge.  He gritted his teeth.

When he emerged from behind the screen, he was greeted by a quizzical gaze from the naked girl in the bed.

“Is everything in order, Mr. Darcy?” she asked.  “Based on the sounds I heard emanating from back there, I might have concluded that you were engaged in a mortal struggle.”

Darcy’s breathing had not returned to normal as he bared his teeth in an attempt at a wry smile.

“In truth, Miss Austen, given my just past experience, you are not far wrong in your assessment.  I fear that the exigencies of nature are a power beyond human resistance.”

His companion burst into laughter.

“La, Mr. Darcy, you are never at a loss for a glib rejoinder.”

Somewhat restored, Darcy drew himself up from his hunched posture that reflected his drained feeling.  Thankfully his penis had relaxed.  He approached the bed with restored confidence.  She watched him expectantly.

As he settled in next to her he observed, “Mr. William seemed to feel more than a little urgency to be off.  I was unceremoniously dismissed from his fiancé‘s bed.”

“Without a morning fuck?” she asked.  He inclined his head in a half nod.  “I share your disappointment.  William deserted me without fulfillment.  He left word with the night footman that he should be called if it began to rain.  The tap on the door that notified us of the change in meteorological conditions came barely a moment before he decamped from my bedchamber for the Lady’s.  Not only was I deprived of my morning fuck, but I received scant acknowledgement for spreading my legs for him last night.”

Darcy’s brow furrowed.  He was unable to account for the lightness of her narration under the circumstances.

“I count that as breach of manners.  What motivates his sense of urgency?”

Jane assumed a conciliatory demeanor.

“Please don’t judge poor William too harshly.  His father is hosting a pre-nuptial celebration for arriving relatives who will be house guests over the wedding.  He was quite adamant that William and Francesca should decline the invitations they accepted for the cotillion and from his school chum.  When they nevertheless did not heed his stricture, his Lordship warned that their failure to appear on schedule – that is, this evening – would be viewed with considerable prejudice.”

Darcy slowly nodded acquiescence.  There was no resisting the head of an aristocratic family.  He was not allowed the leisure for reflection, however.  His cock abruptly registered the presence of a female gasp.  Jane was smiling mischievously.

“Do you think,” she asked quietly, “that you could act on William’s behalf and attend to a lady’s needs?”

He smiled as he moved toward her with obvious purposefulness.  His cock was remembering its previous rigidity.  His finger found it easy to prepare his partner’s cunt.  Her readiness seemed to obviate the need for prolonged foreplay.  He accepted the invitation that she issued from her back by climbing between her widely spread legs.  She guided his cock into her with smooth familiarity.  He leaned into her for a few strokes to complete his penetration.  Satisfied with the arrangement, he leaned into her for a pre-fuck kiss.

The knock on the door caused her to pull back.  Both of their heads turned in the direction of the disturbance.  Mary entered, avoided taking notice of indisposition of the coupled pair and announced that Jane’s father bade her come to the front door at once to see the betrothed couple off.

Jane’s look gave him clear instruction.  He withdrew from her, dismounted the bed and extended a hand to her to assist her alighting.  Darcy made no attempt to minister to his glistening erection as the maid helped Jane into a dressing gown and slippers.  Still in silence, his partner took his hand and led him through the door. 

They hurried down the staircase and through the open front door to join the congregation on the broad steps.  William and his fiancé – in full travel regalia – were taking their leave of their host and his family.   All of the latter were unmistakably hastily dressed and some like Aunt Sarah were bleary-eyed. 

Emma was a noticeable standout.  She had elected to come to the leave-taking in the nude.  Darcy experienced a moment of elevated awareness.  He was no longer a nude person amongst the clothed.  This was a mixed group of nude and clothed people.  His cock that had begun to droop arrested its withdrawal and stood its ground.

“And your company was especially appreciated, Mr. Darcy.” 

It was a smiling Lady Francesca turning from giving Jane a buss on the cheek to address him.  Without a downward glance she grasped his cock in a kid gloved hand as she leaned forward.  He quickly ascertained her intention and met her kiss on the lips effectively.

“I expect we have not seen the last of each other, sir,” she said as she eased back smoothly.  Those amazing eyes averted to Jane.  “I hope you will keep this gentleman about, Jane.  He exhibits unusual talents that ladies find agreeable.”

Darcy mumbled something about how pleased he was to make her acquaintance while Jane stated she would try to keep his attention.  It was during those self-conscious rejoinders that her Ladyship favored him with one last flash of her luxuriantly lashed eyes before relinquishing his cock and slipping away.  Her fiancé took her place.

Having repeatedly professed his gratitude for their hospitality and begged their forgiveness for his unceremonious departure he at last worked his way down the line to Jane.  His “Jane darling” preceded the full kiss on the mouth and his hand slipped through her dressing gown.  They held each other’s eyes for a moment while his hand worked within her garment – no doubt stroking her labia and seeking her vaginal opening.  She cupped his crotch as he did so.

When it was Darcy’s turn, he accepted William’s handshake – a rare show of respect among gentlemen of slight acquaintance and differing stations. 

“I enjoyed our commerce, Mr. Darcy.  I have no doubt that our paths will cross again.”

Darcy echoed the sentiment, grateful for the deference shown him.

At last the couple stood back, vocalized a final farewell and stepped into their carriage.  As it gained speed rolling down the long lane in the light drizzle, Sir Edward turned to the assembly.

“I for one will resume my repose.  I will endeavor to find the young lass I left among my bedding when I decamped so abruptly.  After you, ladies.”

As the women filed into the house Darcy overheard the exchange between Mrs. Austen and her youngest daughter.

“Really, Emma, would it have been so much trouble to put on a dressing gown before coming down?”

“I was awakened abruptly and told to hurry,” the girl insisted petulantly.  “I hurried.”

As the females mounted the stairway trailed by the naked Emma, his host hung back a moment, so Darcy did as well.  He followed Sir Edward’s gaze to the young girl’s round, firm ass.

“God help me, Mr. Darcy, but the older I get the greater the appeal pre-pubescent girls hold for me.  I declare that if live long enough, I will be ravishing them in their cradles.”

As he spoke, the older man’s hand stole inside his dressing gown and drew out his half-hard cock.  He gave it a reflective tug before following the females up the staircase.  A step behind, Darcy noted that his own appliance was drooling precum in the wake of its loosing rigidity.  He whisked the streamer away and wiped it on his thigh.

At the top of the stairs they found Jane and Charlotte in conversation.  The other females had departed.  Once Sir Edward had gone his own way, Jane addressed Darcy. 

“It seems that we should make an appointment for you and Charlotte to transact your business,” she said with matter-of-fact ease.

Charlotte was trying not to look directly at Darcy, but her lowered eyes encountered his tumescent cock.  In darting upward again, they touched his face before settling somewhere on his upper chest.  For his part, Darcy thought the younger girl looked rather fetching in her ruffled frock that exposed a satisfactory expanse of cleavage.

“Perhaps,” Jane continued, “we should discuss the matter over breakfast.  I’ll have Mary organize that.”

Darcy voiced his contentedness with that suggestion and began to follow the two girls toward Jane’s chamber.  Charlotte excused herself to visit her own room, so the couple continued on.  Just short of their destination they encountered a slim, naked young man.  Darcy took only momentary notice of his blonde good looks before he noted how genitally well appointed the youth was.  As the servant deferentially stood aside and bowed as they passed it was obvious that Darcy’s sexual apparatus was receiving an appraising glance in return.  Darcy framed the interrogatory as they entered the room.

“That is my mother’s ladies’ maid,” Jane replied with a smile, “or valet if you prefer.  Neither quite works, considering that he provides her with sexual service as well.  One might be tempted to characterize him as a bed wench.”

“He seemed rather well appointed to qualify for the latter title,” Darcy observed wryly.

“Yes, I believe his cock size had more than a little to do with his being appointed to that office.”

“How does your mother refer to him?”

“As her chamberlain,” Jane replied, her smile broadening.

“Indeed?  That is a title worth aspiring to,” Darcy rejoined with a short laugh.

Mary took her instruction and departed.  Darcy and Jane took turns at the lavatory facilities.  The servants had begun doubling the movable appointments in deference to their co-habitation.  Jane made a show of removing her dressing gown and performing her ablutions in the nude.  He slid behind her and cupped her breasts as she performed her ritual.  She pretended not to notice.  When she was finished, however, she turned in his arms to return his embrace.  The kiss they shared was prolonged, accompanied by continuous, writhing body contact.

At last Jane reached down to grasp that which Darcy treasured most.  A smile overspread her face as she ascertained that he was responding satisfactorily to the stimuli she was providing.  He was wondering if her intent was to claim that interrupted fuck when the knock came at the door.  Jane bade the caller identify themselves.  It was Charlotte.  With a look of frustration, Jane pulled back and released her companion’s cock.

When Charlotte entered, she quickly evaluated the situation.  Darcy’s rampant state and the tension in the naked bodies of the room’s occupants presented an unwelcoming atmosphere.

“Am I interrupting?” she asked.

“No, please come in,” Jane lied.  “Mr. Darcy and I were just engaging in a bit of sex play.”

The older girl retrieved a dressing gown and pulled it on as she spoke.  Having no such activity to distract him, Darcy tried to look unconcerned as precum dotted the head of his cock.  Charlotte apparently took note of that development as she took a few tentative steps into the room.

“Our friend is in a rather promising state of readiness, wouldn’t you say, Sister?” Jane offered in an attempt to regularize the situation.

“Quite,” the younger girl agreed.  “How long can you hold that state, Mr. Darcy?”

“I’m afraid that it is a tenuous condition, Miss Charlotte,” he replied, “and quite unpredictable.  I’d like to say that this organ does my bidding, but in truth it seems to have a mind of its own.”

“Indeed I have heard that sentiment expressed by other gentlemen of my acquaintance,” Jane observed, “but on the other hand I have heard ladies suggest that it is the gentleman who does the bidding of his penis.”

The challenge in her smile was unmistakable.  Darcy inclined his head in acquiescence.

“I cannot dispute that contention, although I like to think that at worst control of our – that is, my and my organ’s – actions in a given situation can fall to either of us.  And neither has a say in which of us is in command.”

The girls seemed amused by his admission.  Jane persisted.

“Ladies of my acquaintance further assert that a ‘situation’ as you have called it need not be provoked by a lady’s behavior or appearance but rather what may present itself to the gentlemen’s mind concerning the possibilities with the lady.”

“Nor can I say they are wrong,” Darcy admitted.  “My imagination can conjure a situation that extends far beyond current reality.  My organ may well register its approval of my conjecture and urge me to pursue it.

“I opine that a lady who is conversant in the interplay of the male psyche and genitalia can gain distinct advantage.  While the gentleman is in a conundrum trying to mediate among his imagination and his desires, the lady has the opportunity to set the agenda.  In effect, she can lead the gentleman around by his cock.  That imbues her with a power that transcends muscle, politics and military might.”

Charlotte seemed to pick up on his treatise.

“I suppose you would consider Ester of the Bible and Cleopatra of history as examples of women who were so accomplished.” 

Jane seemed less convinced.

“Cleopatra may have been an intelligent woman and accomplished seductress, but ultimately it ended badly for her.  She did not have direct control of events that shaped her fate.  When her male champion faltered, she shared his tragic fate.” She mounted an ironic smile.  “So much for trying to control human affairs by tugging on a man’s cock.”

“Touché, Miss Austen,” Darcy admitted ruefully, feeling a bit discomfited. “I should amend my proposition to add the choice of male partner is paramount to a lady’s success.”

Jane at once seemed to repent of her assertiveness and seemed eager to salve the sting she had inflicted.

“Mind you, I have no complaint about my lot as a woman.  I expect to be able to make my way as prescribed by our society, but not all women have such prospects.  I believe women need to meet men on a more equal basis.  That is why I needle for female voting and inheritance rights.” 

Darcy was saved from having to respond by the knock on the door that heralded the arrival of breakfast.  Charlotte was at pains to defuse the tension with patter about how the rain seemed to have stopped and so the prospects for William’s expeditious transit of Wilcester should be much improved.  Her attempts met with limited success as the awkwardness persisted between her companions.  Finally Darcy set down his knife and turned to Jane.

“I certainly take your point concerning the station of women in our society, Miss Austen.  But I hope you will not hold me responsible for any disagreeable aspects of that situation simply because of my sex.  I am inclined to suggest that that would be an injustice.”

It was Jane’s turn to seem discomfited.

“It was merely my intention to make a discussion point, Mr. Darcy.  You must have noted over the past days that I approve of men – particularly as bed partners.  Please rest assured that I hold neither you nor any other individual man responsible for the current state of male-female relations.  I hope that upon the next occasion you find yourself between my legs you will find my cunt as welcoming as always.”

“Then we have no issue between us?” he asked hopefully.

She reached over and placed a hand on his bare thigh and smiled.

“None.  As a matter of fact in other circumstances I would offer you make-up sex on the spot.”

Charlotte stiffened.  Jane noticed and addressed her promptly.

 “Not to worry, sister.  I was speaking in the hypothetical.  I have no intent of making sexual demands on our gentleman friend when he has been promised to your service shortly.”

“It appears misunderstandings are the order of the morning,” Darcy observed taking up his knife once more.

After a few niceties to further relax the tension Jane turned the conversation to the practical matter of Darcy and Charlotte’s liaison. It was agreed that the matter was best seen to with dispatch.  Jane suggested that Darcy and her sister adjourn to Charlotte’s chamber to allow the situation to ripen once breakfast was concluded.

The younger girl led Darcy into her room.  After inviting him to take a seat she stepped out of her dressing gown and was nude.  Her eyes were lowered during the disrobing process.  Now they furtively gained his face. 

She was tall and slender but her breasts were full.  He noted that her cunt was bald and there was an arresting rise to her cleft.  The heaviness in his cock was back.

She reminded him of her invitation to be seated as she herself took a chair and made a point opening her legs.  He took a seat opposite her, allowing his eyes to drink in her shapeliness.  Nevertheless, he did not fail to sense the tension between them.  That needed to be defused.

“Is there something you wanted to ask me before we start?”

“Yes,” she replied promptly as though waiting for the question.  “I was wondering if you had ended the virginity of other girls.”

He smiled reassuringly.

“Yes, I have, Miss Charlotte.”

“How many?”

“Two.”

“Can you tell me about them?”

There was no mistaking the keenness of her interest in the topic.

“Well, the first was my cousin Martha…”

The incident occurred shortly after Darcy had begun his erotic career.  He had fucked a couple of serving girls and was interested in broadening his experience.  His fetching but reticent younger cousin seemed an ideal opportunity. 

The girl was visiting his home with her mother.  At Darcy’s suggestion she accompanied him to his room.  Once in private he proposed that he fuck her.  She declined, saying that she did not feel ready to begin sexual activity.  His reading of her denial seemed neither absolute nor final.  He therefore asked if she would care to see him naked.  Her answer was a bit ambiguous but he took it as an affirmative.  As she sat on the edge of his bed, he stood before her and slowly removed his clothing.

There was no mistaking her interest in his cock which was quite stiff by the time it came under her scrutiny.  She did not hesitate when he approached within reach and asked if she’d care to touch his member.  The touch evolved into a full tactile exploration.  At his gentle suggestion she also cupped his scrotum.  When she leaned forward for a closer inspection, her tongue unexpectedly darted out to lick the tip of his cock.  A thrill shot through his cockhead, causing him to twitch involuntarily.  She sat back at once, apparently startled by her own action.

He decided to take the initiative.  Leaning down to lay a hand on her skirted thigh, he asked if he might feel her as well.  Her murmured replied sounded something like “I suppose so.”  Lifting her skirts slowly, his hand traced her stocking-sheathed thigh to it source.  Her slit was crowned with some sparse growth which his finger tracked through on the way to her opening. 

There was no immediate reaction when his finger made its first foray inside her.  Since she was sitting erect, he could manage only the slightest penetration.  When he persisted, she reclined a bit.  Finding that uncomfortable, she lay back, legs dangling from the knees.  He followed her so that she could maintain her grasp on his sex organ.  His finger followed as well, finding its way completely into her.

Her eyes were flat, seemingly sightless as her hand worked his cock with short, regular pumps.  He in turn sought her sensitive point inside her cunt.  Her breath was now audible, coming as it was through her parted lips.  Her cunt had become quite moist as he worked to stimulate her.

With his free hand, he raised her skirt to survey his ultimate target.  The visual confirmation of her agitated sex provided him with more impetus.  He leaned forward meaningfully.  She pulled his cock in the direction of her cunt.  Retracting his finger, he laid a suggestive hand on hers – the one that held his shaft.  She guided him lower.  He felt the warmth of her interior on his cock head.  He pushed and she guided.  His cockhead found its beachhead.  He pushed again.  She released him and arched her back.

They struggled together while he thrust and she pushed back.  Her hymen came away easily.  She appeared not to notice.  He stroked a few more times, seemingly making no headway.  Then she relaxed.  In one smooth stroke he was all the way inside her.

She took a deep, shaky breath.  When she exhaled, he began to fuck her.  She lifted her knees.  He hooked his arms under them and raised her legs.  The fucking became easier. 

Martha was writhing and gasping when he released.  He pushed her legs nearly against her chest as he leaned into her to discharge his seed.  His grunts and gasps persisted after his pulses subsided, so strong was the pleasure radiating through his body.

He withdrew from her and lowered her skirts before helping her to her feet.  She murmured something concerning her need to wash.  She accomplished that at his wash stand with her back turned firmly to him.  Little was said as he dressed and then escorted her downstairs.  Her mother looked her over for a long moment before glancing at Darcy and returning to the discussion.  He later observed mother and daughter in earnest conversation.  The girl nodded slowly in response to some query from her parent.  Her mother touched her daughter’s cheek and essayed a tight, reassuring smile.

Darcy was surprised to receive a note from his cousin a few days later.  She thanked him in formal tones for “helping” her end her virginity.  She assured him that he had made it a memorable experience.  His ambivalence about the incident persisted long afterward.

“And the other?” Charlotte prompted.

“A serving girl in my house,” he replied.  “I decided I would have her.  Although she was quite young, I wasn’t sure if she were a virgin or not.

“I took her to my bedchamber and stated my desire as I disrobed.  She drew back and told me that she had no interest in fucking.  She also stated that she was a virgin.  I was quite piqued, since I had not encountered the slightest resistance to my advances among serving staff before this.  Having her alone behind closed doors, I pressed my point, trying to talk to her soothingly.  In the process she unwittingly backed to my bed.  Then my patience deserted me.

“It took me only a moment to overpower her.  Then I commenced to rape her.  She eventually saw the futility in resistance and ceased struggling.  Without the assistance of her natural lubrication, entering her was somewhat prolonged, but I at last managed.  Being tight and dry, I was unable to fuck her for very long before I had to give up my seed.  I made certain that I was as deep as possible for my release so that there would be no question of the completeness of my conquest.

“Since I was very aroused, I did not shrink readily.  I remained hard and in her, maintaining my violation for as long as possible.  She maintained her silence throughout, with her eyes closed. 

“When I at last withdrew and stood she remained on the bed with her skirts raised, not moving.  I bade her rise, which she did slowly and began to put her clothes in order.  I told her she could go but that I was disappointed in her behavior.  Servants need to have better manners around their betters.”

Charlotte was nodding.

“Father says that a master cannot tolerate a lack of compliance among female staff in the matter of sex.  It is bad for household discipline.  Sometimes rape is a gentleman’s only recourse.  Did you dismiss her from service?”

“No.  As it happened I began to feel rather badly about the episode.  Ambivalent about what to do, I remained naked and in my room.  An hour or so later, the girl knocked on my door.  When she entered, she seemed distraught.  She begged my forgiveness for her behavior and assured me that it would not be repeated if I ever required sex from her again.  I concluded that in the interval she had probably been corrected by the other female staff and saw the error of her ways. I told her I accepted her apology and that she should report to my bed that night.  I would give her the opportunity to redeem herself. ”

“And how did that unfold?”

“She proved to be an apt fuck.  As a result, I took her as my bed wench.  Eventually she bore me a bastard – a strapping boy who just turned one.  I fuck her from time to time when I am at home.  Moreover, I have found her to be agreeable company even when we are not engaged in sex.”

Charlotte’s smile was radiant.

“That’s a wonderful story.  I’m so pleased it came out well.”  Then she assumed a more serious mien.  “You shall have no resistance from me, but I hope you will be assertive when you take me and not allow my virgin state to deter you from having me as you choose.”

Darcy smiled teasingly.

“You may rely on my lack of forbearance in forcing you to meet your womanly obligations.”

“Perhaps we should begin.  I believe I am ready.”

Her tone was quiet and level.  He nodded and rose.  He noted with satisfaction that his cock was already approaching full rigixdity.  It crossed his mind that his member was anticipating the rare treat of a virgin cunt.  They were both eager.

There was no doubt regarding Charlotte’s nervousness as she slid onto the bed.  He appreciated how her long, slender legs scissored as she scooted over to make space for him.  Her snug cunt lips winked in and out of view during the process.  Her eyes were on him, watching for his reaction. 

She came to rest on her side, her lower leg extended toward him.  Her smooth inner thigh seemed a clear invitation.  Darcy boarded the bed one knee at a time watching how her eyes followed his cock as it wagged with his movements.

He was still in the process of reclining when his hand came to rest on that silken inner thigh.  It did not remain still, stroking lightly up and down that erotic pathway.  Snuggling up closely, he made sure that his now rigid cock touched her belly.  He felt her abdominal muscles twitch at the contact.  Gently, he took one of her hands and guided it to his stiff member.  Once it was safely in her custody, he released her hand and advanced on her.

His finger tips completed their slow journey to her crotch.  She rolled back to allow her legs to open.  The line of her slit soon came under the attention of his fingers.  He took his time tracing that path to its source.  When he arrived and sought entry he felt the welcoming fluids already preparing his way.  His finger entered with ease.

Darcy allowed his head to descend to her luscious breasts.  His lips slowly sucked one nipple after the other.  Both of those buds were up to greet him.  He deployed his tongue as well.  His sucking fell in rhythm with his finger’s thrusts into her cunt.  His thumb found her clit.

Her whimpering moans added to the aroma of her virginal arousal to raise Darcy’s simmering desire.  Whether consciously or not, her hand pulled his straining erection toward her cunt.  His phallus lay against her pubis and his scrotum pressed on her thigh when he straddled her leg to gain better purchase as his hands and lips continued to explore her body.  She pulled his shaft once again and began tugging rhythmically.  He took that as a plea.

He climbed between her legs without losing his digital penetration of her cunt.  For her part, she maintained possession of his cock.  Once he had both knees in bounds, she spread her legs wide in acquiescence.

As soon as she had positioned his cock head at her entrance, he stretched out and hand-walked over her supine body to engage her in a kiss.  As their mouths worked, he subtly thrust his cock into her, gradually gaining penetration.  She relinquished her grip.  He pushed again.  His cock head was inside her.  His shaft was beginning to gain entrance when he encountered resistance.  He broke off the kiss but watched her face at close quarters.  Then he pushed hard.  The resistance came away   Her breathing caught, but then she relaxed.

Her eyes brightened as he completed his journey.  She could tell she had succeeded in accepting all of him.  They kissed again as he began the fuck.

Successive touches to her thighs prompted her to raise her legs.  That eased his thrusting, so despite the tightness of her cunt he fucked her comfortably.  Feeling increasingly confident, he adopted the pattern of fucking her for a period then taking a break for a tongue duel before resuming his assault.

His partner stiffened and gasped in a couple of failed orgasms.  Noting the failed attempts, he concluded that he would probably not be able to bring her over this time.  With that, he resolved to drive the fuck to its conclusion.  He concentrated on the prize.  He imagined his cock explosively spewing quarts of semen.  Against the background of the continuing friction his cock head was experiencing, it was all that was needed.

He grunted as he lunged.  His cock fired a withering barrage.  The wave of pleasure trailed the first burst, coinciding with the second spurt. His gasp in response had a note of pain.  He pressed into his partner as the feeble third pulse promised relief.  Still, the muscles between his legs contracted repeatedly searching for more seed to expel.

He controlled the rate of his collapse onto the girl under him as his arms failed under the weight of his body.  The tingle in his cock persisted, causing him to be unquiet as he struggled to recover his breath. 

The sensation of her finger tips tracing his back revived his awareness.  He raised his head in search of her face.  Her dreamy smile lifted his spirits with a feeling of accomplishment.

“I think you liked it, did you not, Mr. Darcy?”

Her smile widened is the wake of her question.  It had become teasing.  His answering laugh was hijacked by his gasping so that it emerged as a snort.

“You may indeed rely on your perception, Miss Austen.  I enjoyed our experience immensely.”

“I am informed that whenever the gentleman expels his seed he is enjoying the experience.”

Darcy was impressed with her eager inquisitiveness. 

“I have not considered that before, but I must accede to the basic correctness of that proposition.”

He gathered himself into a more serious attitude.

“Equally important but far less easy to ascertain, Miss Austen, is how you found the experience.  Would you be kind enough to share that?”

Her feet had joined her hands in the exploration of Darcy’s body.  He felt his relaxing cock, still well inside her, twitch in appreciation.

“It was indescribable – wonderfully so.  I wish I could hold you inside me forever.”

Reminded of his cock’s location, that member twitched yet again.  He slipped his hands under her shoulder blades and leaned into her face.  He thrust his tongue into her expectantly open mouth without meeting her lips with his.  She accepted the invitation and extended her own tongue. 

Her feet stilled and came to rest on the back of his legs.  Her fingers continued circle his back.  Darcy pressed his pelvis against her cunt.  He felt his cock rally and regain some integrity.  He became conscious of all of the girl’s body – her breasts pressed under his chest, her abdomen interlocking with his, the smoothness of her inner thighs, her universal yielding softness. 

He felt her vaginal muscles start to move – twitching with increasing frequency.  His cock was roused from its post-ejaculatory torpor.  Their tongue duel intensified.  He tried to press his stiffening cock deeper into her.  Her legs were raised again.  The message was clear.  Darcy maintained tongue contact as he arched his back to resume fucking her. 

At last he broke off the oral contact to enable him to stroke to greater effect.  Her cunt was slick with their former production, making his task easy, perhaps too easy.  He increased the tempo of his thrusts hoping to raise the level of stimulation. 

His partner took his cue and attempted to assist by raising her legs higher.  He searched her face.  Her countenance was taut with glazed eyes.  He began to wonder if he was making too many demands on her this early in her erotic career.  Then her breathing changed.  Her pants became punctuated by squeaks. She became distinctly unquiet beneath him.  Reassured, he drove into her unsparingly.

She seemed unable to exhale as her orgasm overtook her.  Her body alternately stiffened and shuddered.  When her breath finally escaped her it was in the form of a cry.  It was followed by several other indescribable vocalizations.  There was as much fear and relief in those sounds as pleasure.  The girl was frightened by the intensity of the sensations she was feeling.

Darcy paused to watch his handiwork. His partner’s hand had disengaged from his torso but had arrested before reaching her averted face, perhaps en route to her mouth.  It hovered in the air before touching down on at the base of her neck.  She seemed unaware of his presence as her eyes blinked repeatedly with no particular focus.

In an attempt to draw her attention Darcy repeatedly pushed his embedded cock into the girl. At the same time he contracted his ejaculatory apparatus.  The resulting stimuli caused her to slowly turn her face back to him.  Her eyes were dazed and blinking.  Her lips moved before she managed actual speech.

“I am having difficulty crediting what I have just experienced,” she said, her voice surprisingly strong.

“You may believe it, Miss Austen,” Darcy returned soothingly, “for many before you have confirmed similar experiences growing out of a fuck.”

“It is not always like this, surely.”

Darcy smiled.

“You are correct, Miss Austen.  The experience will vary from occasion to occasion even with the same partner.”

“Perhaps,” Charlotte reflected, “that is why people seek sex so feverishly.  They are chasing the unfulfilled promise.”

Darcy smiled more broadly.

“That is a true and very succinct observation, Miss Austen.  You have insight that belies your years.”

“I have never had deep thinking attributed to me before.”  She smiled slyly.  “Perhaps being infused with your seed has improved the functioning of my mind.”

Darcy chuckled.

“More than one male attributes magical properties to his penis and its emission.  This may be confirmation of that contention.”

Giggles punctuated the ensuing physical activity as they took advantage of the residual copulation capability left in his cock.

I was on pins and needles to know how my sister was faring under the ministrations of Mr. Darcy’s stiff cock.  Since I had complete confidence that all would be revealed eventually, I busied myself to find distraction.

11.  A Grand View

Darcy found Jane in her room but the scene he came upon was not what he expected.  The bathing tubs were present again and both were filled and ready for use.  A very naked Jane perched on a short stool placed in one tub.  Her thighs were splayed wide apart as her lower legs dangled over the sides.  Leaning back she afforded access to her cunt to the older man who bent over it.  He was shaving her with a straight razor.

Jane lifted her gaze from the activity between her legs to greet Darcy.

“Ah, Mr. Darcy, I see you have returned from your mission.  I trust you acquitted yourself admirably.”

She seemed in a merry mood.  Darcy dragged his attention from the servant, the razor and her cunt to her face.

“I believe your sister found my services satisfactory, Miss Austen.  Indeed, I found the experience more than a little enjoyable.”

The water sloshed as Jane pulled in her legs, stood, turned and lay belly down on the stool.  She opened her legs once again for the servant’s attention.  He bent soberly to his task, applying shaving soap, then wiping his blade on the towel on his arm before applying it to her vulva.

“And where is my sister now?” she asked.  She turned her head toward him once she was settled again.

Darcy left off appreciating the line of her back and trying to catch a glimpse of her breasts which were no doubt coned as they suspended above the water surface.  Unfortunately that titillating view was prevented by the rim of the tub.

“I believe she went in search of your parents to proclaim her new status,” he replied trying to appear unaffected by what was transpiring before him.  In fact he was feeling a bit of tingling in his cock head.  He felt ambivalence concerning that development.  Could he service another female so soon after the thorough purging that was the result of his fucking Charlotte?

“I have every confidence that she is over the moon at this moment.”

Apparently finished, the cunt barber backed from his quarry and cleared his throat.  Without turning to him, Jane craned her neck to inspect his work while she inquired if he was finished.  At his “yes, Miss” she stood in the tub.  The man circled the tub to remove the dripping stool and set it on a towel placed on the bare wood floor.  The girl squatted in the water and busied herself wiping down her cunt.  Then she rose and inspected the area of interest once again.  Satisfied, she turned to Darcy and smiled.

“Would you consider this satisfactory, sir?”

The thumbs and index fingers of both hands framed her mons.  His eyes dove on the sight.

“From here, it appears quite smooth, Miss Austen.”

Her smile dazzled as she accepted his challenge.

“Please come forward and make a closer inspection.”

Darcy attempted to maintain a concerned expression as he advanced to confront his task.  His cock had gained some integrity and wagged stiffly with his strides.

He bent to the site in question.  The cleft that demarcated her cunt lips was clean.  The lips themselves were ruddy and plump.  All in all a very appealing sight.  In a moment of inspiration he blew gently on her pussy.  He was rewarded with a noticeable twitch of her vulva.

“There is no doubt that you are smooth to the glance, but” he straightened up and reached for her cunt “only the touch can arbitrate the success of the shave.”

He looked into her eyes as his fingers explored the length of her slit.  Returning his gaze, she shifted her stance almost imperceptibly to facilitate his access.  He located her opening and inserted a digit but only for a moment.  As his fingers retracted their route he splayed them to trace the outer surface of those full lips.  Upon emerging from their sub-cunt exploration, he allowed his fingers to linger in the peak of her cleft.

“Have you arrived at a conclusion, Mr. Darcy?”

Her voice was surprisingly steady.  Darcy noticed that his cock was approaching full rigidity and was touching the inner surface of both her thighs.  Attempting to mimic her level voice, he replied.

“I am happy to confirm that you are as smooth as a baby, Miss Austen.”

“Thank you, sir.  Your assistance is greatly appreciated.”

As she spoke, her hand closed around the shaft of his cock.  It proceeded to explore its length to the root.  Her fingers then splay to feel his lower abdomen.

“I fear that my report concerning the corresponding area of your anatomy is not as positive.  You could benefit from the ministrations of the razor.”  She smiled.  “As long as Rutledge is here and prepared, perhaps he could rectify this state of affairs.”

Darcy felt a bolt of dismay.  His mind seemed to freeze focused on last comment.  He had no idea how to respond.  Fortunately, Jane did not wait for him to formulate a protest.  In moments she had him seated on a stool in the adjacent tub leaning back with his hands desperately griping the rim with Rutledge hovering over him.  All this transpired before he had ceased emitting the inarticulate noises that constituted his attempts at speech.

As the servant held Darcy’s now slack cock by the head (he preceded his action by a murmured “if you will permit me, sir”), the razor dashed about it, whisking away the soapy froth.  Rutledge was a doughy faced veteran.  His eyes were perpetually half open in that deferential downcast gaze of the docile servant.  He went about his assignment with as much emotion as he might invest in peeling a potato.  As he realized that he was in skilled hands and unlikely to lose any blood or more essential parts, Darcy began to relax. 

Jane had assumed a seat in her tub.  Her pert breasts and their resilient nipples rode above the water line.  Her ebullient mood was undiminished. 

“I had occasion to overhear your declamation to my father and William concerning the future of British agriculture and industry.  I confess myself quite impressed with the sweep and maturity of your vision.”

With difficulty Darcy drew his attention away from Rutledge and his razor.  It took him a moment to process her comment.  In the foreground of his mind it seemed an absurd juxtaposition to the sharp blade currently grazing his scrotal sack.  He concentrated.

“I must make a confession of my own, Miss Austen,” he began slowly as his eyes drifted back to the site of his greatest interest.  “Much of what I held forth about last night was not of my formulation.  My father is the visionary and committed progressive.  I was largely repeating his tenants.”  He felt a wave of relief as the servant backed away from him, his task apparently complete.

“I should hasten to add,” he continued as the valet silently circled the tub with the obvious intent of removing the stool that he had just vacated, “that I have had my father’s perceptions corroborated by various of his business associates – a small coterie to be sure, but solid men of means and purpose.”  He submerged his lower half in the water.  “I therefore consider my adherence to my father’s vision not a matter of filial piety but rather a recognition of a well-considered, practical framework for the pursuit of business and the application of science to the needs of British society.” 

As he spoke he regarded his companion, wondering if he was once again approaching boorishness.  Jane’s attention however seemed to be completely his.  It seemed that her wide-eyed gaze could betoken nothing other than rapt interest.  He paused for Rutledge to solicit and receive permission to withdraw.  The manservant received his dismissal and Jane’s profuse thanks with a bow. Then she turned her attention back to her companion.

“I hardly know how to respond to such an intriguing proposition, Mr. Darcy.  I can hardly wait for it to unfold.”

“Indeed that is the advantage of being young at such a juncture.  However, the wait will not be a long one.  As I mentioned last night, my father and elder brother are in Manchester as we speak overseeing the application of steam power to manufacturing apparati.  But the breakthrough will occur when steam powered vehicles begin traversing the land and sea.  After that, nothing will be the same.”

“Will steam travel be faster?”

“I have heard it speculated that over land it will probably at least rival if not surpass the fleetest horse.  But the advantage is that the steam engine will be able to sustain that speed hour after hour without tiring.  Journeys that now require days will be accomplished in mere hours.”

Jane seemed enraptured.

“That seems hardly creditable.  But you say science predicts this will be possible?”

Darcy’s affirmation seems to energize her.  Having completed her ablutions as they talked, she rose from the water, her smooth naked skin glistening.  (On later reflection Darcy would be reminded of the Birth of Venus absent the modesty of covering her cunt with her hand.)  She stepped gingerly from her tub and just as carefully into his. 

The girl knelt between his legs and immediately imprisoned his cock in her hand.  Her eyes were bright with excitement.

“I hardly know what stimulates me more, Mr. Darcy, when you converse with me or when you fuck me.  If you have no objection, I propose to make an instant comparison.”

There was no mistaking the breathiness of her speech.  Darcy did not hesitate to disavow any objection to her proposal.  His cock approved of the proceedings as well, quickly assuming a more attentive attitude.

Her other hand delved beneath his balls, cupping and manipulating them as they drew into a tight knot.  He offered encouragement by taking her breasts in either hand and thumbing her nipples.  After a few moments, however, he had to surrender his acquisitions because his companion had bent over and suddenly plunged her face below the surface of his bath water.  He twitched in surprise as he felt her mouth close around his cock head.  A bubble of air broke the surface beside her head.

After several moments of excellent stimulation, the girl’s face reared up from beneath.  The sight of the sheet of water flowing down her face as her open mouth gasped for breath did nothing to mitigate his desire for her.  He was sure that he was going to fuck her most vigorously.

“I believe you are ready for me,” she announced as she wiped her face with her hand.

Cooperating with her movements, he placed his legs together to allow her to straddle him.  Apparently she had determined to fuck herself on his cock.  It was not easy to find room in the narrow tub.  After several failed attempts to gain an advantageous perch, Darcy gently suggested a new plan. 

The stool that Rutledge had lately employed was within reach.  Darcy retrieved it placed it in his tub once Jane had risen make room.  Once she had taken her seat and established a grip on the tub rim, she leaned back.  Her ankles also found purchase on the rim as Darcy mounted an assault on her cunt.  Cock followed a digital vanguard into his partner’s body.  Using his grip on the sturdy tub rim for support, he leaned into her.

The eagerness of her reception as caused him to grin with amusement.  Caught up in the thrill of the moment, the girl blurted, “This is for science, Mr. Darcy.  Fuck me with all your might!” 

Heeding her injunction he began to thrust with strong strokes.  He watched her reaction and adjusted his attack.  Satisfied that he was meeting her needs, he accelerated his assault, bent on giving her an early orgasm.  Although the girl was virtually pinned by their position – it was all she could do to grip the rim of the tub to hold herself in place – her breasts bounced as her body absorbed his thrusts. 

The sensation he generated in his partner’s cunt had the telling effect of causing her eyes to drift closed and head to droop backward as her breath moaned from her throat.  Encouraged, he redoubled his efforts.

Her orgasm was announced with a sharp arching of her back.  Her breathing paused until it was released with a vocalization that could have just as easily signaled a reaction to a stabbing.  Darcy did not permit any distraction from his purpose.  He stroked through her climax, causing multiple aftershocks that were reflected in the pulsing contractions of her cunt muscles.

The sight of her straining body with her limbs splayed and head thrown back aroused Darcy’s more aggressive sexual instincts.  This girl was entirely his and he was going to use her body as he chose.  His hands quit the tub rim.  One seized the edge of the stool seat, the other grabbed her upraised thigh.  Thus braced, he drove into her with enhanced authority.

The warm water around his calves did little to facilitate his efforts.  Sweat rolled off him and slicked his grip.  The girl’s skin remained strangely dry.  It rendered her slim, white body all the more ravishing. 

He continued to drive madly even when he felt the warning signals that his climax was impending.  The sensation of the first spurt, however, caused him to falter.  Acquiescing to his impulses, he leaned into her and shuddered as his cock pulsed repeatedly.

When his eyes reopened, his partner was stirring.  Her face was forward again with a dreamy expression of fulfillment.  She cocked her head slightly and smiled.

“Would you like to hear my conclusion?” she asked, obviously teasing.

Darcy concentrated.  It took him a moment to recall her premise for their tryst.  When he did, he mounted his own slow smile.

“I am on pins and needles to discover the outcome of your inquiry.”

“I believe that your talk of science and the future constitutes excellent foreplay, but it is no competition for your fucking.  In other words, your cock is more persuasive that your tongue.”

The chuckle that broke through his panting emerged as a series of snorts.

“It appears that in the future I must let my cock do the talking.  I can only hope that when he emotes people take notice.”

Mr. Darcy proved once again that his ability to charm me has no apparent limits. I wonder at the depth of my fondness for him.  I have heard that love has properties that resemble what I am feeling, but one must not disallow the possibility of a passing infatuation.  I suppose time is the only mediator of that puzzle.

12.  A Revelation

They resumed their bathing in the wake of their coupling.  Noting that the day continued to brighten, Jane declared that she stood in need of a stroll about the park.  Darcy agreed and suggested he could assist with his mate’s preparations. She gently demurred at first, but once her tresses had been set to rights, she dismissed her maid and asked Darcy to perform the proffered office. 

His cock was bobbing jauntily at the conclusion of his task.  It seemed his alleged clumsiness resulted in numerous encounters between his hands and her more interesting parts.  She giggled continuously and declared that she never enjoyed dressing more. 

As a last act, Jane took up a parasol commenting that a lady’s complexion is ill served by the summer sun.  After surveying Darcy’s nakedness she wondered aloud how well his penis would tan.

They encountered Sir Edward as they prepared to descend the main staircase.  He was for once fully clothed in a riding costume.  In response to his daughter’s inquiry, he disclosed that he was making his regular inspection and grievance adjudication among the tenant farmers.  He concluded by rolling his eyes and soliciting their prayers for his perseverance.  The couple registered their appreciation for his humorous sally before taking their leaves.

Their perambulation took them around the side of the manor house where the inner workings of the residence are exposed.  The detached kitchen with its fuel and refuse piles were screened from casual view of the family and visitors by foliage.  Servants came and went in the pursuit of their tasks.

Darcy expected his companion to turn away in search of more pleasant surroundings but instead the latter walked directly to the cook house.  Seated on a bench in the shade of that structure was a young, obviously pregnant girl.  She looked up from the vegetables she was preparing at their approach.

“Don’t get up, Susan,” Jane enjoined as the girl shifted her weight, preparatory to rising.

“Good afternoon, Miss,” the girl offered as she settled back.  Darcy noted that her pregnancy was well advanced.  The girl herself could not have been much older than Jane.  Her hair was pulled back and tied.  She did not wear the usual neat white cap of a serving girl.  All in all, she seemed like a person who had left off any pretext of maintaining her appearance.  For her part, the servant swept Darcy’s naked body with a quick glance.  He noted that the color of her eyes was almost gray.

“How are things progressing, Susan?”

The girl shifted in her seat as if to demonstrate her discomfort before she replied.

“Well enough, Miss.  The heat is no help, but I believe I have no more than a fortnight ahead before my delivery.”

Jane nodded sympathetically. 

“Mother gave instructions that you be relieved of your duties.” 

Jane’s comment was leading.  Susan nodded.

“True, Miss, but with everyone else so busy I thought I would undertake a few light tasks to pass the time.  It’s all right, really.”

Jane smiled as she changed the subject.

“Then how is the little one?”

The servant put her hand on her distended abdomen and managed a weary smile.

“It has proved to be quite the kicker.  There are spells when I think it will never cease thumping me from inside.”

“Such activity might well portend a boy.  I have heard it opined among the serving women that you display the unmistakable signs of bearing a son.  I can see you with a fine, strapping lad.”

The girl only smiled as she continued to massage her bulge.

“Has there been any further word from Mr. Henry?” Susan asked suddenly.

“Not since the last letter that I shared with you,” Jane replied gently.  “I’m sure we’ll hear from him soon.”

There were a few more pleasantries before Jane took her leave.

“As you may have surmised,” she said when they were well out of earshot of their late encounter, “that was my brother Henry’s handiwork.  He impregnated that girl and will be away when she gives birth to his child.”

Not knowing what else to say, Darcy reaffirmed that he had indeed apprehended the paternity of the child in question.

“Father has become more careful when he fucks the servants,” Jane continued pensively.  “He has apprehended that as self-affirming as bastard children are, they become mouths to be fed and hence additional expenses.  Since Henry has no responsibility for the finances, he sees no necessity for self-control.  He deliberately took that girl with the intention of causing her to be with child.”

Darcy was aware of Jane’s disapproval of the situation.  To temporize, he framed a question as to the age of the girl.

“She is two months younger than I,” his companion replied, then added, “I sincerely hope she has a boy.  Henry will find that gratifying and perhaps develop a connection with her.  In case you hadn’t noticed, Susan is quite in love with my brother.”

“That can be awkward,” Darcy ventured, “but hardly surprising, given the girl’s tender age and her lack of appreciation of the differences in their stations.  All she can aspire to is to become your brother’s bed wench.”

“Which I think would suit her, but there is no indication that Henry regards her as anything but a past conquest.”

Jane suddenly seemed to shake off her mood.  She extended her hand and took Darcy’s cock once more.

“Enough of this,” she said, mounting a smile.  “It does no good to bemoan the lot of serving girls.  It is their responsibility to provide sex for their masters and accept the risks and consequences.  I cannot change the world and if I could, I cannot say that it would be for the better.  Susan and her kind are afforded a warm, dry, well-fed existence.  There are many in the world who cannot expect the same.”

The meadow between the house and the stable was alive with several capering children.  All were quite young and all completely naked.  As he surveyed the scene, Darcy came to realize that the oldest of the group was Emma.  Her hair was unbound and flying as she laughingly pursued – and was pursued by – the others in some sort of game.  

Jane’s youngest sister presently became aware of their presence.  She called a truce and bade her companions continue without her before scampering up to Darcy and Jane on bare feet.  The former visually reacquainted himself with her immature pussy lips.

“You certainly seem to be queen of the green,” Jane declared as her sister came to rest in front of them.

Emma giggled at the characterization before replying.

“This is the best fun on the estate, I’ll tell anyone.  Our servants’ children so unreserved in their play, I sometimes wish I were one.”

“Be careful what you wish for,” Jane admonished with a smile, “there are puts and takes in every station of society.”

“Well,” Emma retorted a bit more seriously, “I think this is the best companionship I can expect now that Charlotte has become a woman, thanks to the agency of Mr. Darcy.”

The girl fixed him with a challenging look.

“Mr. Darcy performed the gentleman’s office as he was requested by our sister,” Jane admonished.

“Still,” the young girl persisted, “I see no reason that she has to change her whole life because a man has put his penis in her vagina.  I intend that when that happens to me I shall continue be young and behave accordingly.”

Jane smiled tolerantly as she pulled pointedly on Darcy’s cock.

“So you will get up off your back with the man’s seed still draining from your cunt and resume pursuit games with the servants’ children?”

Emma didn’t hesitate.

“Of course not.  I will take a moment to dab my cunt before going out to play.”

The youngest Austen girl watched her two companions dissolve into chuckles before acknowledging their appreciation of her wit with a pleased smile of her own.  Then her eyes returned to Darcy’s cock that Jane continued to stimulate.

“As we speak upon a gentleman’s seed, I predict you will soon have to cope with Mr. Darcy’s if you persist in what you are doing there.”

Jane desisted in pulling on the member in question and instead held it up to better view.

“I happen to like the way Mr. Darcy’s cock looks when it is hard.  I believe that it presents a much sleeker, symmetrical appearance, don’t you think?”

Emma’s expression was skeptical.

“Penises are rather silly looking whatever their state,” she declared.  “If it is sleekness that is wanted, you can hardly do better than a woman’s cunt.”

Jane left off the topic.

“I see your aversion to men precludes your addressing my points.  We will have to resume this conversation in a year or two when Nature shapes your opinions along with your body.”

Emma flippantly agreed to a reappraisal of Darcy’s cock at some future date before racing off to rejoin her playmates.  Darcy’s eyes followed her bobbing ass as it receded across the meadow.

“I can hardly fault my little sister for her attitudes.  Indeed at her age I was much more fascinated by books than sex and men.  There are those who would suggest that I came late to an interest in matters such as these.”

“To your point, Miss Austen, I can testify that you have more than made up for whatever time may have been lost to an extended childhood.  Having had the honor of experiencing your body, I would opine that English manhood benefited by the wait.”

“As pleasant as your flattery is, Mr. Darcy, I hardly think I am making a significant mark on landscape of English fornication.”

“I believe I speak in anticipation of the swath you may eventually cut through social sex in our country.  In my interview with your Father yesterday morning, he not only expressed admiration for your sexual prowess but also great expectations regarding your blooming sexual career.”

“I think you would have to acknowledge that his evaluation may be tinged by parental prejudice,” Jane replied with a smile that suggested she was none-the-less pleased with the disclosure.

“I seem to come from a bloodline that holds sexual achievement in high regard,” she continued.  “You have already met my cousin William and know his sexual curriculum vitae but my cousins Annabelle and Clive deserve note as well.  They are twin siblings almost two years older than I.  They began fucking each other when they were barely 13.  They recognized the uniqueness of their practice, being twins, so with youthful exuberance they embarked on a career of sexual exhibitionism.

“Before long, their brother-sister sex act charmed audiences in the best houses in this part of England.  It is my perception that their love for each other comes through in their performance, which charms everyone who witnesses their theatrical lovemaking.

“I count my cousin Annabelle a close friend and confidant. Her enthusiasm for all things sexual is prodigious.  She and her brother have individual sexual careers that I find inspirational as I pursue my own fucking curriculum.  The letters between us not only relate our exploits with males and their cocks but also analyze our experiences for lessons that will inform and enhance our future endeavors.  However, if our correspondence were assembled and read by others, I fear what conclusion they might reach concerning my character.”

She paused and seemed to contemplate.  Drawing a breath, she added.

“To that point, I prefer to think that I am an honest inquirer into the art and science of sex.  I also believe that it is entirely appropriate occupation for a girl of my age and station.”

Darcy felt the need to intervene.

“I fully agree with your position, Miss Austen.  At risk of being accused of servile flattery, I will say that you are in my experience the most intellectually engaged female of your age or any age for that matter.  I feel that when I fuck you I am coupling with an intelligent woman rather than simply a randy girl.”

His companion smiled shyly at him and gave his cock a slight squeeze.

“Your endorsement is important to me, Mr. Darcy.  Thank you so much, sir.”

He felt inordinately moved as he returned her smile and uttered his heartfelt “not at all.”

They had turned back toward the house and were now within sight of the rear portico.  The strollers could see that the shaded space harbored multiple female figures.  A wave from one of denizens induced the couple to bend their steps in that direction.  When they mounted the broad steps, they found Mrs. Austen, Aunt Sarah and Charlotte engaged in needle point and conversation.  Charlotte appeared quite comfortable in the mature company.  She smiled with confident serenity as greetings were exchanged.  Her gaze did linger on Darcy, but she tendered no special recognition for his late service.

Jane had barely moved to accept a seat before her mother addressed Darcy.

“I wonder that I might have a few minutes of your time, Mr. Darcy.”

She hadn’t finished filing her request before she began rising in anticipation of his assent.  He followed her into the comparative gloom of the house.

The large, open windows of the drawing room where they had taken tea the previous day provided nearly as much comfort as the portico.  His companion asked him to close the door as she claimed a place on the settee.  When he had complied, he accepted her instruction to take the chair facing her.  He took care to arrange his cock so that it hung prominently between his open legs.  Mrs. Austen took discreet notice as she sat expectantly. 

“Well, Mr. Darcy, Charlotte has been at pains to publish that you have been kind enough to initiate her into her erotic career.  I suppose that as a gentleman you count that as a milestone conquest.”

Her tone was not disapproving, but she seemed mildly amused and possibly condescending.  Darcy felt the need to comment.

“It is true, Madam, that we men folk count deflowering a virgin a conquest, but the distinction is also considered an honor when a gentle-born woman is the recipient of our erotic ministrations.  In this particular case, your daughter rose admirably to the challenge.  Despite a lack of experience, she proved an excellent fuck.”

His interviewer made a slight hand gesture of acknowledgement. 

“That Charlotte performed well on the end of your cock was not the topic I wished to pursue with you, sir.  Indeed, as a gentleman, you are welcome to fuck any of my daughters whenever they are amenable to receiving your cock.  However, I wish to apprise you of some special circumstances relating to Charlotte in particular.”  She paused to assure herself of his attention.  “To accomplish that I must tell you a story.”

Darcy’s late mother passed away while he was quite young.  Her health had been poor for several years prior to the ultimate event.  As a member of the parish, Mrs. Austen had become aware of Mrs. Darcy’s plight.  She became one of a coterie of women who visited and assisted the invalid periodically.  As it happened this was one of the prolonged periods when Sir Edward was absent due to his military duties. 

A bond grew between the women and Mr. Austen’s visits became more frequent.  The narrator paused.

“Do recall this period, Mr. Darcy?”

“I fear I do not, Mrs. Austen.”

His companion nodded with a smile.

“I am not surprised, sir.  You were a rambunctious three-year-old who took little notice of any occurrence on a plane more elevated than an adult’s knee.  I recall your being quite fascinated by the insect and reptilian life about you.”

That caused Darcy to smile self-consciously.

“Indeed, my interest in things natural has been hardly diminished by the years.”

“Just so,” was her acknowledgement.  She resumed her narrative.

Darcy’s father was also present during these visits.  In her man-starved state, Mrs. Austen was not insensitive to his virility.  It became apparent that the interest was mutual.  He contrived to take on the role of entertaining their visitor when his wife found it necessary to rest.  Nor was this state of affairs lost on the ailing Mrs. Darcy.  In private, she confided to her visitor that she had been unable to perform those duties that address the sexual needs of a man.  To spare her feelings, her husband was refraining from making use of the female servants.

Perhaps motivated by equal parts empathy and pragmatism, the stricken woman asked Mrs. Austen to accept her husband as a lover.  The latter hesitated only long enough for propriety but her assent was never in doubt. 

The resulting affair proved very high intensity, probably reflecting the pent up need of both partners.  They fucked at the Darcy home while the lady of the house rested.  They fucked at the Austen residence ignoring the attention of the children and servants.

“What is it that troubles you, Mr. Darcy?” 

His hostess interrupted her narrative to respond to his quizzical expression.

“If you indeed had been fucked by my father you must have been acquainted with the characteristics of a circumcised penis.  Yet when we met in your daughter’s room, you implied ignorance of our family custom.”

“I fear I must apologize for my subterfuge, sir.  I was staging a small vignette for the edification of my daughter.  I wanted her to appreciate the difference among male genitalia.  Indeed, I am personally attracted to the appearance and feel of a modified organ such as yours.”

They exchanged conspiratorial smiles before Mrs. Austen continued.

The inevitable result of a prolonged, delirious sexual affair is that caution is thrown to the winds.  Indiscretion is one outcome; pregnancy is another.  Mrs. Austen was well along in her gestational term when her husband returned home on leave.  She allowed him to note her condition and awaited his reaction.  He merely asked when she was due to deliver her child.  When she answered that question, he asked after her health and state of mind.  They settled into a very mundane conversation in which they exchanged news of what had transpired during their separation.

The future Sir Edward disclosed the multitude of his sexual conquests of continental women concurrent with his military campaigns.  He also announced that he had brought a young Spanish serving girl home with him.  If his wife had no objections and considering her indisposition, he proposed to make the girl his bed wench.  Mrs. Austen amicably agreed to the arrangement.

By the time his wife had given birth, the colonel had managed to impregnate his Spanish treat.  It was only when he viewed his new stepdaughter for the first time that he asked whether or not she wanted to send a message to the father.  She said she would and named her lover.  Mr. Austen sent a note at once to Mr. Darcy, inviting him to their home.  The latter accepted promptly and the men greeted each other amiably.  Mr. Austen tendered his congratulations and they toasted the new arrival at dinner that evening.

“Gentlemen are at their best in circumstances like that,” Mrs. Austen observed approvingly.  “I verily believe that fully half the gentry’s paternity is other than what shows in the baptismal records.  It is an accommodation that maintains civility in our society.”

Darcy was on the point of asking when his companion added an afterthought.

“By the way, the daughter I gave birth to was Charlotte.  She is your half sister.  I’m afraid I got so caught up with the tale that I nearly forgot to make that point.”  She smiled again.  “That is why you must exercise exceptional caution when fucking her.  A pregnancy would be especially calamitous.”

Darcy attempted to digest this revelation.

“Is Charlotte aware of her paternity?”

“No, and neither are her sisters.  My son deduced the truth, but he is respecting my confidence.  I hope that I can count on you for the same discretion.”

“Of course,” Darcy replied promptly and added, “You may rely on me.”

Meanwhile, his mind was engaged with considering the many-faceted implications of this news. He had fucked his sister.  Until a few moments ago he had no inkling he had a sister.  On later reflection he would note the physical characteristics that tie her to his bloodline more so than that of her half-sisters.  For now he mentally revisited the lusciousness of her body and the feel of her moist cunt as he pounded it in pursuit of his climax.  He recalled that he hadn’t even sought to find out if she was in a fertile time of month.  Why, his seed could be busily initiating a pregnancy in her young body as he sat before her mother.  Feeling his arousal begin to stir, he resolved to seek an opportunity to repeat his violation of his new sister.

“Now, Mr. Darcy, I wonder if I might impose on you for yet another indulgence.”

He diverted his attention to focus on what was being said.  It was then that he discovered that his hand had crept toward his crotch and that his finger tips were stroking the base of his shaft.  The latter member was gaining integrity under the influence of his lustful thoughts.  Smoothly withdrawing his hand, he gave his attention to his hostess.

“Of course, Mrs. Austen, how may I be of service?”

“I would like you to afford me the opportunity to renew my acquaintance with a circumcised cock.  Would you allow me to suck yours?”

Darcy hesitated until he was sure he had heard correctly.

“Of course, Madam, I would count it an honor.”

“Please keep your seat, Mr. Darcy.”

He doubted his eyes as the matron rose and crossed the three steps to his chair.  She maintained her reserved stately bearing as she knelt in front of him.  Unhurriedly, she cleared her skirt hem from around her heels.  It was only when her suggestive touch on his knee caused him to open his legs and her hand closed around his shaft that he was convinced he was going to receive the promised service.

The older woman proved deft cocksucker.  Her ministrations had him rock hard and gasping in mere moments.  After a few trial plunges, she took him all the way in.  Pulling back, she teased his cockhead repeatedly with her lips and tongue. He was squirming with sexual agitation by the time she took her next deep plunge. 

Remembering his manners, he refrained from touching the bobbing head of the mistress of the house.  Movement detected out of the corner of his eye caused him to turn his head.  There he   discovered he was watching himself in a long, ornately framed mirror.  The reflected image faithfully recorded the bobbing of the iron-grey head of his assailant and flashes of his cock shaft as it emerged from and disappeared into her mouth. 

He found the view titillating.  Inspired, he mentally urged his partner to greater exertions on his behalf.  He was gratified when she apparently received his message and picked up the tempo.  , As her exertions increased, he felt himself straining involuntarily to push his pelvis toward the author of his rising pleasure.

He barely noted the warning tingle in his cock but there was no mistaking his release.  His body convulsed as his seed erupted.  He rocked from buttock to buttock as the shock of his release shot through him.  Desperately, he gripped the edges of the seat with each hand.  Twice more his body jerked as the wave of pleasure swelled and radiated through him.

When he ventured to reopen his eyes, his head had drooped forward so he found himself eye-to-eye with Mrs. Austen whose lips still enclosed his cock.  Noting his attention she made a show of slowly withdrawing his member from her mouth and then giving the head a final lick.  There was no evidence of his semen anywhere.

She continued to hold his softening cock and to kneel up straight.

“I found the experience very much as I remembered it when I interacted similarly with the senior Mr. Darcy,” the woman at his feet observed matter-of-factly.

Darcy took a long breath and tried to focus. 

“I hope that constitutes a favorable finding, Mrs. Austen.  For my part, I found your inquiry exceptionally pleasant.  I might also venture that your cock sucking skills are peerless.”

“Thank you for that, sir.  You may rest assured that I count our interaction superlatively satisfactory.”

When Mr. Darcy and my mother rejoined us, it was quite clear that something more than conversation had passed between them.

13.  A Coming Out

The smaller group convened for the evening meal.  Charlotte garnered several compliments on her new, bare-breasted look that advertised her new status as a sexually active girl.  She also clutched her father’s cock and giddily announced that she had accepted his invitation to join him in his bed that evening.  For his part, the master displayed a full, firm erection. 

Once seated and observations concerning the state of the day’s weather out of the way, Mrs. Austen essayed a topic.

“It occurs to me, Jane, that you and Mr. Darcy missed the surprise entertainment that Lord Everly provided near the end of the evening.”

Jane looked up from her soup to enquire as to the nature of the entertainment.

“His Lordship’s youngest daughter, Helen, has been training in dance professionally for several years now.  Lately, she has been tutored by a young Italian performer who is known as Senor Luciano.  She and her tutor performed a fuck dance au Rus.”

The mistress paused to let the import of her disclosure sink in.  Fuck dancing was ballet-based and performed by a couple who fuck as they move through the choreography.  In the version practiced in France and most of western Europe (where it was called le petit ballet d’amor) the performers were fully costumed above the waist but nude below.  Further east the dancers were typically totally nude, hence the designation “Russian style.”

Jane expressed her surprise.                   

“Miss Helen is barely 17.  That is a very sophisticated and difficult dance.”

Mrs. Austen nodded her agreement.

“Nevertheless, she performed it superbly and was well fucked before the entire assembly.  I believe it must have taken upwards of a half hour before her cavalier managed to ejaculate.  I’m sure it was exhausting.  However, it concluded spectacularly.  Her partner came copiously.  When he pulled his cock out of her, the drizzle from her cunt was quite impressive.

“Her father came to her side as soon as she had curtseyed to acknowledge the applause.  He kissed and put his arm around her as he announced how proud he was.  Then he added that she and Senor Luciano had been invited to Balmoral to entertain the royal family at their summer retreat – performing the fuck dance that we had just witnessed.”

Jane pondered.

“That is indeed quite an honor, especially given His Majesty’s his well known enthusiasm for explicit sexual entertainment.”

“I can see why His Majesty is such a supporter of such entertainment,” Sir Edward averred.  “In truth, this was my first occasion to view this type of performance and it has made an enthusiast of me.”  And he added: “It is pity that you and Mr. Darcy missed it.”

“I’m sure it was a fine spectacle, sir, but with respect, I do not regret my choice.  I cannot imagine a more pleasant experience than occupying your daughter’s cunt,” Darcy responded.

“Very gallant, Mr. Darcy, I’m sure,” the master of Netherfield replied with a knowing smile.

The after dinner gathering featured a distinct undercurrent of sexual tension.  It was plain that Charlotte was eager for the evening to be over so that she could bed her new partner.  Sitting next to her father while holding his cock, she seemed unable to sit still.  The organ in question had achieved noticeable rigidity and the girl had pulled back the foreskin to expose the glans.  For his part, Sir Edward sat back and stroked his step daughter’s neck and shoulders in apparent approval.  With the example provided, Darcy’s cock achieved a tumulus.  Jane took note and casually laid a hand on that precocious organ.

Mrs. Austen, however, seemed unwilling to end the evening to accommodate her middle daughter, even with the hint that Jane was providing.  Manners were going to be enforced.

Emma’s efforts at the piano went largely unnoticed except for Sir Edward’s observation that instrument needed tuning.  Aunt Sarah decided that she was going to rescue the situation.  She turned toward Jane whose finger tips continued to gently ply Darcy’s corpulent cock.  For his part, Darcy maintained decorum by eschewing the liberty of touching the girl in a familiar manner.

“The mention of Lord Everly’s daughter’s entertainment gave me an idea.  I was wondering, Jane … Since you and the gentleman have established such rapport, do you feel equal to the challenge of staging a performance fuck?”

Jane’s fingers paused in their ministrations to Darcy cock.  She turned to her aunt with a quizzical expression.

“Do you mean now?” she asked.

Sir Edward furrowed a brow.

“Really, Sarah, that’s hardly the sort of thing you ask on the spur of the moment.  You should not thrust such a demand on the young people.”

But Jane was pondering.  When she spoke it was slowly as though she were still formulating her ideas.

“You have seen cousins Clive and Annabelle perform that entertainment on numerous occasions,” she observed.

“On a few occasions,” Mrs. Austen corrected with a skeptical arch to her eyebrow.  “And they have honed their performance over some time.  As brother and sister, they have ample opportunity to practice their act in private.”

“Still,” Jane persisted patiently, “there was a first time when they fucked for an audience.  I know that they fucked for their family before they coupled for guests.  My point is that there must be a first time for everything.  Perhaps my first time is now in this family setting.”

Emma was watching from the piano bench.  There was no mistaking her bright-eyed interest, but she remained silent.  Charlotte continued to hold her father’s cock but seemed unaware of her possession as she devoted all of her attention to the exchange.

Jane turned to Darcy.  Before she uttered a word, he knew by her bright-eyed expression that he would be fucking her before this audience.

“What say you, Mr. Darcy?  Are you game to undertake a small performance?”

“As always, Miss Austen, I and my cock are at your service.”  Then he swiveled his body toward her and laid a hand on the back of her chair.  “I might add that I am as intrigued by this challenge as I perceive you are.”

In fact, his commitment to the proposal was far less enthusiastic than his words conveyed.  He entertained significant apprehension concerning his ability to rise – literally – to the challenge.

A flurry of activity ensued.  Jane excused herself and Darcy and adjourned to an adjacent room.  She summoned Emma to accompany them.  Likewise, she summoned the stone-faced butler who hovered just outside the door.

The older girl set Darcy to work unhooking her gown as she gave Emma and the servant instructions.  Once the younger sister and the butler had departed and Jane had achieved nudity, she turned to Darcy and began to talk earnestly.  She held his cock as she spoke.  Darcy offered only a string of assents to her proposals.  His apprehension was little allayed by what he heard, but he privately resolved that he was going to give this undertaking his all.

“Very well,” she said at last, “Let’s prepare you.”

The naked girl slipped to her knees while maintaining possession of his cock.  She looked up and smiled at him before inserting his member in her mouth.

As he watched her pursue her task, he looked past his cock to where her well-shaped breasts sported erect nipples.  Taking that as a sign of her arousal, the chain of events that would lead to his eventual ejaculation began to form in his mind.  He felt his cock respond.

Jane removed her mouth from his now rampant erection and subjected the latter to a brief inspection.  With a wordless smile she rose to her feet.  “Come, Mr. Darcy” was all she said as she turned to go.

Since she towed him by his rigid penis, he could hardly do other than comply with her wishes.  Jane stopped in the doorway to the parlor to survey the scene.  Darcy could see easily over her head that the divan had been moved to clear what could now be considered center stage.  Emma, reseated at the piano, acknowledged Jane’s nod by beginning to play a folk dance piece.

Turning to give Darcy a smile, she released his cock and entered the parlor under the attentive stares of her family.  As she stepped lightly in time to the music, her partner followed gamely, concentrating on matching her lead.  It was a dance that they had shared during the cotillion, Her initial twirl with the accompanying dissonant movement of her breasts was spiced by a sidelong, come-hither smile.  

The smile commanded a lesser portion of his attention than the motion of the breasts.  Somewhere in the lower levels of his mind he realized how small her aureoles were.  Her nipples were pink berries prominent on those pale globes.  He had sucked those luscious fruits several times in the past two days prior to probing her cunt with his ready phallus.  In his mind applying his lips to those buds was an essential homage that opened the way to the ultimate prize.

Darcy felt a forward strain in his already rigid cock.  As his ardor rose, doubt fell away.  In his mind his now powerful lance.  It would slide into her cunt like a sword into a scabbard.  It would meet no resistance.  He would take her in front of her family and leave no doubt concerning his uncompromising maleness.  Then he would cum.  How he would cum!

Jane glided back to him and momentarily passed her fingers along the length of his shaft.  It was the lightest of touches.  He would have more.

He pursued her retreat.  She had time to execute another full twirl before his hands trapped her.  He drew her close so that his cock head touched her abdomen.  His arms gradually encircled her, causing his cock to slide up her front as it became trapped between their bodies.  All the while, her naked body continued to sway sinuously to the music.  Her tease had become an active seduction.  The gentle friction of her skin against his member began to elicit an ooze of precum.

Her raised arms descended slowly to his shoulders.  Her breasts rose as well.  Her smoldering eyes challenged him to make his next move.  The kiss he demanded was duly surrendered with a slow interplay of tongues.  Those nipples that were the subject of his intense interest moments ago pressed against his chest.  Her smooth, soft body yielded under the pressure of his own.  The feeling stoked his need.

Their eyes held each other after they broke off the kiss and pulled back.  One of his hands slipped down between them and then to her inner thigh.  His fingers followed that silky pathway to her slit.  His middle finger slipped unerringly into her warm opening.  It confirmed her moist readiness.  He worked her interior eagerly.  One of her hands took his cock.  She continued to sway, enhancing his efforts.

Her lips had parted and her eyes partly shuttered as a dreamy slackness descended over her countenance.  Her breathing had become heavy. The gentle tug on his shaft confirmed that she was ready to be entered.  He was more than ready to comply.

In a continuous motion she slipped out of his grasp, turned her back and bent over.  The tight roll of her smooth labia invited him from between her widely splayed legs.  Darcy, his mind buzzing with arousal, established a firm grip on her thigh.  His other hand guided his rampant cock in search of her entrance.

His probing was concluded expeditiously.  Her warm moistness signaled the site. Locating his objective, he set his cockhead and gave a push.  Along the line of her horizontal back he saw her head rise to catch a breath as she responded to his penetration.  Withdrawing his newly coated cockhead a bit he renewed his assault with a long steady thrust.  When the resistance became too great, he drew back again, paused and then drove.  Her moan was audible as he completed his conquest.  He pressed into her again to assure that he had maximized the depth of his travel.

He was unmindful of his audience who enjoyed a sidelong view of the process of his cock’s disappearance into his partner.  As he commenced fucking, they were titillated repeatedly by the glimpse of his slick shaft as it emerged from his partner’s cunt at the top of each stroke. 

He was fucking her steadily now.  She was holding her pose without support.  She hadn’t even placed her hands on her knees for bracing.  In this attitude, fatigue set in rapidly.  Jane raised her head and looked over her shoulder to catch Darcy’s eye.  He remembered the plan she had imparted to him and ceased his efforts.

As he backed away his slicked cock suddenly felt cool. The rest of his body, however, was in the throes of a fever of lust.

Jane returned to an upright stance and turned sideways to Darcy.  When she lifted her nearest leg, he caught her ankle and seized her waist simultaneously.  As she straightened her leg, he guided it over his shoulder.  Once that limb had found a perch, his freed hand grappled with her torso, the better to pull her to him.  His cockhead was once again at her slit. The girl took cue.  Her outside hand crossed over, taking his cock just behind the head.  In a moment he felt the warmth of her interior.  He pushed. Her moist cunt yielded readily, admitting him to his full length.

A few experimental thrusts were followed by some subtle adjustments.  That accomplished, steady fucking ensued.  It was all up to Darcy now.  His partner was his passive target, absorbing his thrusts with only limited ability to assist his efforts. 

With her hands on her thighs, Jane watched steadily as her partner’s cock moved in and out of her.  Her chest began to heave in cadence with her moans which in turn matched the frequency of his strokes.  Her breasts quaked as he drove his cock home. 

Darcy recognized that they had traded one highly stressful arrangement for another.  He therefore resolved he was going to cause his partner to cum as soon as possible.  Accordingly, he calculated his best angle of attack and used his grasp on his partner’s body to bring her into alignment.  Her single foot support shifted in response, but Jane appeared to take no notice.  Her eyes drifted closed as her head drooped downward.  Her pants had a keening note to them. 

Mercifully, Darcy needed to maintain his efforts for only a few moments.  His striving was preempted by Jane’s climax.  The vocalization that announced her achievement was a long moan.  Her body stiffened in accompaniment.  Darcy noted that her vaginal muscles clamped tightly around his staff.  He took advantage of that development to pause and catch his breath while her orgasm ran its course.

Not one to remain idle, his stroking resumed as soon as Jane’s response slacked. The girl on the end of his cock was wilting in the aftermath of the bolts of pleasure that had wracked her body.  The girl’s compliant body shuddered in response to his thrusts.  Perversely, Darcy took this as a sign of ultimate conquest.  In her state of diminished responsiveness he would use her body to achieve his own goal.

At last he sensed his climax welling up.  Pulling her tightly to him, he theatrically exaggerated his body jerk in response to his first spurt.  He repeated that with each pulse even as the wave of pleasure engulfed him.  He staggered a bit as his knees softened.  It occurred to him that that development did not impair the effectiveness of his performance.

With his heightened mindfulness of his audience, Darcy pulled his cock nearly out of her cunt to allow the spectators to view his cum-slicked shaft.  His return stroke was long and slow.  When he withdrew it again, he felt a copious flood of fluid accompany it.  He stole a peek to be sure that the volume of his discharge was robust enough to make good showing.

Jane roused herself and turned her head to him once again.  He helped her dismount from his shoulder.  That accomplished, she stepped into his arms.  As their tongues interacted, he watched the dreamy expression on her face, betokening a satisfied woman.  Moreover, there was no doubt that he stood high in her regard for what he had done for her.

The audience was beginning to stir.  Sensing this, Jane moved to disengage from his embrace. 

The couple had kept their eyes averted from the others in the room until this point.  As their gaze again encountered the spectators, a polite ripple of applause broke out.  But when Sir Edward shouted bravo and got to his feet, the intensity of the clapping increased.  Murmurs of approval were heard from the ladies.  Emma rose from the piano bench and provided the most enthusiastic response.

Gratified and somewhat embarrassed by the accolades, the lovers exchanged shy glances as they joined hands.  She executed a deep curtsey; he, a nearly horizontal bow.  When their eyes rose to the audience again, Darcy noted that Sir Edward’s very stiff cock was wagging in sympathy with his manual exertions.  Charlotte’s snug breasts, however, took little notice of her hands’ activity.

Mrs. Austen’s decorum was more reserved, displaying only a slight approving smile.  Aunt Sarah, however, grinned broadly. She no doubt was pleased with the outcome descending from her suggestion.

The first of the company to excuse themselves for the night was Sir Edward who departed with his young (secret step) daughter grasping the rampant cock that would soon be inside her.  He referred obliquely to their imminent coupling as “attending to business.” The ladies bade discreet “good nights” as they each in turn complimented the performers and bused Jane on the cheek.  Emma seemed in no hurry to leave, but her mother summoned her as she departed.

That left the still naked couple standing in the vacated room, the product of their coupling now dry on their genitalia.  Jane turned to Darcy, the elation of their late triumph still evident in her bright eyes.

“You, Mr. Darcy,” she began in a low, earnest tone as her hands slipped up his arms to rest on his shoulders, “have demonstrated a talent for performance that I had no inkling you possessed.  I have never enjoyed an entertainment more.  I only wish that I could have witnessed it in addition to having experienced it.  The visual memory would certainly be one of my most prized possessions.”

“If we are appraising performances, Miss Austen,” Darcy replied as his hands circled her waist and then came to rest on her firm derrière, “I would be remiss in not complimenting in the most effusive terms your ability to elicit a vigorous sexual performance from a man.  In fact, I believe that you could have induced a chair to rise from its place for the purpose of fucking you.”

She giggled, then laughed.  She was still shaking with mirth as she pressed her body against his.  Her smooth abdomen pressed against the head of his penis.  Her eyes were bright as she brought her lips near his.

“Really, Mr. Darcy, my fondness for you and your pretty speech causes me to want to show you signs of affection that would leave my reputation a smoking ruin if it were known.”

With that she lightly touched her lips to his.  He slipped his hand up her back to pull her to him.  The kiss that ensued knew no limits of decorum.  When they broke, she lowered her eyes and touched her fingers to her lips as though searching for an injury.

“You take liberties, sir,” she murmured, “and I have no will to protest.  It is one thing for a unmarried gentleman and a lady to exchange kisses as a prelude to a fuck.  It is quite another to show affection in such a wanton way with someone one hardly knows.”

“Miss Austen, I think we should act on our instincts when we meet someone with whom we feel a mutual attraction.  There should be no barrier to acting on honestly felt attachments.”

Her fingers were still on her lips as she looked up at him.

“There appears to be no end to your surprises this night, sir.  You express opinions that are worthy of a libertine.”

“Applying labels to a statement is a distraction, Miss Austen.  What matters is whether or not you agree with the sentiment.  Am I at liberty to ask for your finding?”

Her eyes were steady as her hand returned to his shoulder.  Her body pressed to his once more.

“I do agree with you.  We should not hold the display of our feelings in abeyance.  If you feel affection for someone beyond the merely carnal, you should not be constrained by manners from acting on your emotions.  However, such is not the state of our social norms.  I may solicit fucks from as many gentlemen as I wish, but if I casually hold a man’s hand in public I risk sanctions and family shame.”

“Then we agree that the norms are without merit.  I propose then that we act according to our feelings and not constrain them.”

“Only in private, I beg you, Mr. Darcy.  It is different for men and women.  A man who commits such an indiscretion can outlive the infamy, put down as a youthful exuberance.  A woman wears her shame for all time.”

Darcy drew a breath as he gazed into her earnest eyes.  He exhaled his reply.

“True enough, Miss Austen.  I will not press you on the matter.  We have had a frank exchange, which I prize greatly.  We will maintain our mutual confidence concerning our feelings for each other.”

Her face opened in a pleased smile.  It gratified him inordinately to see it.  Jane raised herself on her tiptoes so they could share a gentle kiss as their naked bodies melded.

“Thank you, sir,” she said when they broke.  “Now I must ask yet one more favor.  Please vindicate my honor by taking me to bed and fucking me.”

“Of course, Miss Austen.”

Left alone, Mr. Darcy and I shared many confidences whose sanctity I must respect.  Eventually, as the hour grew late, we repaired to my bed where my gentleman friend once again used my body in wonderful ways.

14.  A Sea Change

Darcy luxuriated on his back as Jane used his stiff cock to please herself.  As she stroked on his rigid member, the early morning light suffused through her hair producing an effect not unlike a halo.  The thought that he was fucking an angel passed through his pleasantly hazed mind.  By association, he was led to reminisce about the events of a few hours before.

The previous night he made good on his promise to fuck for his partner’s honor.  She had enabled him by eagerly engaging in foreplay   In truth, he stood sorely in need of all of her efforts, since he remained quite spent from their performance. Eventually, her oral and manual enterprise bore fruit by arousing his manhood – stiffening his resolve in concert with this phallus.

Her major task completed, Jane had lain back and opened her legs.  Darcy had mounted and entered her smoothly.  Once she had him comfortably inside, she encased his body in an embrace that employed both her arms and legs.  Thus encouraged, he fucked her conscientiously, seeking to bring her to a climax. 

He attempted to concentrate on the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of her snug, moist interior, but his mind took its own course.  He imagined a gush of white semen erupting from his cock head and filling her cunt.  That fantasy inspired and enticed him to pursue its realization.

The girl was writhing under him when he began to feel the welcome tingle in his cock.  His strokes did not flag as he pursued his goal.  The girl was shuddering when he made his final plunge into her.  He pressed hard against her cunt as his cock fired its first salvo.  A groan escaped him as the second spurt and its accompanying wave of pleasure pulsed through his body.

He was nearly mindless of the fact that Jane’s cunt muscles were squeezing at his jerking cock.  Her moans were interrupted as she held her breath in deference to the spasm that ran through her body as her climax peaked.  Her subsequent protracted exhalation had a distinctly keening quality about it.

Returned to the present, he noted that his partner’s efforts had lost their frenetic rhythm.  Twitches and jerks interrupted the girl’s strivings.  Staccato moans emanated from her.  Her head was turned aside and her eyes nearly closed.  She was close.

He drew in his feet, raising his knees.  That provided support as she continued to lean forward to gain stimulation   He invested in her efforts by thrusting upward to meet her plunges.  Buoyed by her partner’s new initiative, Jane redoubled her endeavors in pursuit of her climax.

Darcy was holding her waist in both hands when his mate broke with an unseemly yelp.  She followed that with a hiss, then a series of gasps.   Darcy held tightly while the girl twitched.  He appreciated how her vaginal muscles wrung the root of his cock.  As her reaction subsided, he pulled her down on him.  Thus compacted he rolled her smoothly onto her back.

Her eyes opened inquiringly, but quick defocused into dreamy satisfaction as she felt Darcy’s still embedded cock begin stroking her cunt.   She remained inert allowing the young man to use her body.  When he made his plunge preparatory to his release, she slid her hands up his flanks to pull him down onto her.  He acquiesced while still gasping in the wake of his release.

They lay thus for a long, unhurried period.  Indeed each dozed in their turn.  Finally, she stirred under him.  Reluctantly, he raised his head to seek her face.

“I beg your indulgence, Mr. Darcy,” she murmured.  “But I must seek the shelter of the privacy screen.”

Darcy smiled sympathetically.

“Very well, but you must promise to return with all dispatch to resume our delicious repose.”

Her pleased smile accompanied her off the bed and across to the divider.  She favored him with yet one more glimpse of it over a naked shoulder before disappearing.

Darcy continued to lull in comfort for some time.  It began to occur to him that his partner had been absent longer than he expected.  His romantic mood was beginning to ebb when Jane finally emerged into view.  The expression on her face made it plain that the moment had fled before a serious concern.

“I fear, Mr. Darcy, that our congenial communion has run its course.  My monthly visitor has arrived.”

Her lover required a moment to process the announcement.  Dismay was quickly supplanted by resignation before he sat up and spoke.

“Indeed, Miss Austen, that is unfortunate news.”

He climbed off the bed and stood facing her, uncertain of his next action.  He resisted the impulse to inspect his own sexual equipment.

“Perhaps you would care to avail yourself of the facilities before we discuss this further,” she suggested pointedly.

His bodily needs indeed were becoming urgent, so he retreated as suggested.  His private perusal of his prized possession confirmed residue of his partner’s menstrual flow.  He dealt with his discovery accordingly. 

Surmising that his absence served the needs of his companion, he made a point of extending his stay beyond his immediate need.  When he emerged, Jane was clad in a dressing gown which concealed whatever remedial actions she had taken to deal with her condition.  She mounted a wan smile on an otherwise puzzled countenance.

“I am having the strangest feeling of awkwardness in your presence, Mr. Darcy.  It is as though I am meeting you for the first time and have no knowledge of how to relate to you.  We knew each other very well in the context of sex, but with the path of intercourse no longer available, I am at a loss.”

As she spoke, Darcy recognized that he had likewise experienced some apprehension concerning what to do next as he emerged from behind the screen.  He considered.  Then he took a cautious breath.

“I am inclined to believe, Miss Austen, that we are presented with an opportunity to know each other … better.  I am at a loss to hypothesize what form that may take, but I am open to experimentation.”

Her face bloomed into an amused smile.  Indeed, she almost laughed.

“I was contemplating something more along the lines of sucking your cock to temporize while we can’t fuck.”

He laughed heartily.

“I would not oppose that, but it does impede conversation.”

“For my part, Mr. Darcy, I consider oral sex just another form of conversation.”

Her last rejoinder was delivered in almost a giggle.  He suspected she was teasing.

“I fear that I am now the one feeling awkward since I am a male advocating celibate interaction while the lady is urging continued sex.  This is quite unnatural.”

She did laugh then.  Stepping forward, she grasped his cock.

“We must explore our differences in more detail, sir, but it must be over breakfast.  One of the salient symptoms of my new condition is ravenous hunger.”

She released his sex organ long enough to ring for service.  The maid who responded accepted her instructions from Jane while the latter fondled Darcy’s penis.

Their meal was well along when Jane at last broached the subject that hung over them.  Her address was sober.

“Our understanding for your continued presence at Netherfield, sir, was for the purpose of your fucking me so long as I was able.  Since that condition has expired I surmise that you will be departing.  I will hasten to add that our hospitality remains open to you.  It is your choice.”

He knew what he was going to say before the question was asked.

“Thank you, Miss Austen, but I believe that our original bargain should be honored.  I have enjoyed the hospitality of your family for as long as manners can tolerate.  Without the justification of an active affair, I fear the warmth will be replaced with cool resentment.”  Then he rushed to add:  “That is notwithstanding the fact that I have grown extremely fond of you and hope that we can resume our intercourse – intellectual as well as sexual – at some point in the very near future.”

She nodded readily but her lips were pursed and her eyes avoided his.  He decided he needed to add some additional mollification.  He made bold to reach for and lay his hand on hers.

“I hope that I will be able to reciprocate, Miss Austen, by inviting you to join me in my bed before I leave for Oxford.”

That seemed to turn the trick.  She took his hand and displayed a pleased smile.

“I look forward to that, sir,” she replied with a touching quiet intensity.

Darcy realized that this was one promise he would be honor-bound to redeem.  Unaccountably, he felt a sense of apprehension set in.  The memory of the French girl flitted through his mind.  He remembered his father’s warning after that affair.   If you fuck a woman more than twice she becomes emotionally invested in you.  That can have consequences you’d prefer not to deal with.

He wasn’t allowed time to contemplate that conjunction of thoughts.

“Come, Mr. Darcy, let us wait upon my parents and apprise them of your imminent departure.”

Still holding his hand, she had arisen.  He followed her example.  Once outside her chamber she quickly relinquished his hand and took his cock instead, remarking that they must maintain appearances.

Sir Edward answered their knock promptly with a summons to enter.  They found him naked and lying on his back among a tangle of discarded bed coverings.  He also looked exceedingly pleased.

The cause of his buoyant mood was readily apparent.  An equally naked Charlotte was sitting astride his hips with his cock well up in her.  As she sat up straight, she seemed no less at rights with the situation.  Indeed, the girl gave the impression that this was a very normal as well as agreeable state of affairs.  She nonchalantly gathered her hair from around her face as she paused to regard her visitors.  Darcy found the way her snug breasts remained fixed despite her movements as appealing as the smartness with which her nipples stood out.  His eye followed the flatness of her abdomen to the spread cleft of her labia that concealed the root of her father’s cock.

Charlotte greeted the visitors with mature grace.  Her gaze, however, rested on Darcy.  As she did so, Darcy felt the connection.  At once he was aware of her establishing her sexual independence while seeking his interest in future copulation.  His cock – still being held by Jane – responded to both the present and the future possibilities.

“You seem quite in your element, Miss Austen,” he added once the exchange of greetings had subsided.  He pointedly addressed her by her surname, an acknowledgement of her station.  “One might gather you had been riding cock for years.”

“Thank you, sir,” Charlotte replied.  Despite her best efforts, her face burst into an unseemly pleased smile.  “In fact this feels quite natural to me.”

“I can vouch for that,” Sir Edward rejoined, continuing to seem like nothing so much as a sated tom cat.  His hands were on Charlotte’s thighs. “I am proud to say that my middle daughter takes cock like a veteran whore.  Her cunt is quite talented at processing the male organ.”

The master of Netherfield eyed his older daughter for a moment before he added:  “Both my girls have made me proud.  There cannot be a father in the British Isles with a daughter who has pleased his cock more effectively.  And I am blessed with two.”

“Oh, Father, really,” Jane murmured as she leaned into her father’s proffered one arm embrace.  His other hand remained on his younger daughter’s thigh.  Their kiss was protracted with considerable tongue action.  When they broke, the former colonel retained his encirclement of Jane’s shoulders while he raised an inviting arm to Charlotte.  The latter leaned forward to join in what became an oral orgy.

Charlotte tongued her father, then her sister, then both together.  As the cycle repeated, Darcy’s hand crept to his own cock which had been abandoned by Jane.  Her hands were now moving between her father’s lower torso and her sister’s.  The onlooker found the movements of Charlotte’s lithe, naked body particularly appealing.  By the time Jane pulled back to signal the end of the erotic interaction, Darcy was displaying a full erection.  The older girl took note.

“I am glad to see you decided to join us, Mr. Darcy,” she observed as she took his rampant member into her own hands.

“Indeed, Miss Austen,” the young man replied with mock seriousness.  “I am not invested with an inclination to idleness.  I must be busy at all times.”

“I applaud your industry, sir,” Sir Edward nodded from his recumbent position.  Then he added waggishly, “You may find the going hard and the way slippery, but you will ultimately cum to a brilliant result.”

It took a few moments for the girls to apprehend the play on words.  When they did, they merrily reproached their parent for his patent poor taste.

The colonel’s hands had returned to his younger daughter’s waist.  He was regarding her with serious desire.  For her part, Charlotte had been squirming on her perch.  She received her father’s message.  Eye to eye, the girl leaned forward and began to pump on his cock.

“Well,” said Jane, “that was a pleasant interlude.  We’ll be off and allow you two to consummate your transaction.  But first, the reason for our visit …”

Charlotte did not miss a beat of her emerging rhythm but she did glance at Darcy when her sister informed the trysters of her lover’s imminent departure.  For his part, her father expressed regret for both Jane’s condition and the loss of Darcy’s company.  Charlotte contributed the hope that they would see their guest again in the near future. Darcy replied that he hoped to repay in kind the excellent hospitality he enjoyed.

“I hope Father manages to take some nourishment eventually,” Jane observed with a smile as they made their way to her mother’s chamber.  “He quite forgets about such mundane matters when he is enjoying a young body.  When he was having me for the first time it was I who had to remind him of those natural needs.”

The knock on Mrs. Austen’s door was greeted with an inquiry from within asking for the identity of the knocker.  When Jane replied, there was a delay before the summons to enter.  The pause endured long enough for her hand to seek out Darcy’s cock for a gentle tug.

They found Mrs. Austen swathed in a not-quite orderly dressing gown standing awkwardly midway between her bed and the door.  The naked male she referred to as her chamberlain stood at attention to one side, his cock dripping and beginning to droop.  Both seemed decidedly unsteady on their legs.

“Good morning,” the mistress of the manor greeted them with measured graciousness, “to what do I owe the honor of this early visit?”

Jane’s reply was light and completely oblivious to the circumstances prevailing in the room.

“Please excuse our disturbing you, Mother.  I’m afraid Mr. Darcy and I were caused by events to be out and about rather before the rest of the household.”

Mrs. Austen took the bait.

“What events, my dear?”

Jane made her disclosure to the visible relief of her mother.  A short laugh escaped the latter smiled.

“Really?  I thought you and Mr. Darcy were here to announce your betrothal.”

Both of the young people started and exchanged glances.  Mrs. Austen waved away the effect of her observation.

“Please don’t be concerned.  That was merely an inadvertent glimpse of how a mother’s mind works.  Really, you seemed so well suited together over these past few days that my brain was busily making tenuous connections – all outside the purview of my consciousness.

“Nevertheless,” the older woman continued, “I am sincerely sorry to hear you will be departing, Mr. Darcy.  The excellence of your company notwithstanding, I have become quite fond of having your excellent cock swinging about.” 

“Thank you for both compliments, Mrs. Austen,” Darcy replied with a bow.  “I am particularly gratified by the recognition you bestow on my apparatus, since I have come to understand that you are a knowledgeable connoisseur of male appointments.”  He rolled his eyes in the direction of her servant as he said that.  The mistress inclined her head, apparently apprehending his point.

The wait after Jane had sent word to the stable to ready Darcy’s conveyance weighed on both of them.  Each attempted to keep the conversation going and in a light vein.  Darcy began to regret how readily he had affirmed their arrangement to part company once the girl had entered her monthly state.  He wondered if he had cast himself in the role of the cad.

Jane, however, seemed resolved to put the best face on their leave-taking.  When the servant came to announce the arrival of Dracy’s phaeton, she found him still naked and seated on the divan watching his companion kneeling between his legs while she delivered a vigorous cock sucking.  He acknowledged the notification in Jane’s stead.

Once he had surrendered his emission, however, there was no avoiding the inevitable.  After being helped to her feet, Jane lent assistance as Darcy dressed.  At her behest he made an omission from his ensemble.  When Jane was satisfied with Darcy’s sartorial state, she instructed her maid to publish the fact of her lover’s imminent departure to the household.

As the family members streamed out the front door to witness the departure they reacted mildly to the fact Darcy was naked from his coat front to the tops of his boots and that Jane had his cock firmly in her grasp.  Darcy passed his pants and hat to the attendant for placement on the seat of his phaeton.

Mrs. Austen, Aunt Sarah and Emma were fully clothed but the others were wrapped in dressing gowns.  No doubt Sir Edward and his middle daughter were taking a pause in their sexual odyssey.  Darcy momentarily wondered at the older man’s apparent stamina.

Jane released his member so that Darcy could take his leave of the family members individually.  He began with the master of Netherfield.  His cock bobbed jauntily as he approached his host.

Once the younger man had thanked his host for his considerations, Sir Edward extended his hand – a rare condescension in a social code that sanctions only bows between unfamiliar gentlemen.  He also smiled.

“It was an honor to have you among us, sir,” the former colonel intoned.  “I see some great promise in you and expect to hear more of you in the future.  Be assured of a warm welcome should you chose to attend us again.”

Touched, Darcy was hard pressed to mount an appropriately appreciative response.

The mistress of the house was no less cordial.  She made a point of taking his cock in her hand before she spoke.

“You have certainly provided welcome diversion, Mr. Darcy.  I personally appreciate your accommodation of my requests of you.”

At the conclusion of her speech, Darcy assured her that complying with her desires was most pleasant duty.  It was only afterward that it occurred to him that Mrs. Austen may have also been referring to his holding the nature of Charlotte’s parentage in confidence.

Aunt Sarah greeted him with a broad smile.  She not only took his cock but proceeded to stroke it gently as she addressed him.

“You have proven yourself a sporting young gentleman.  As one who loves enjoyment, I can tell you that I prize the society of persons of your open mind.   I pray that you remain open to new experiences and that you seek them among us.”

Darcy responded to the warmth of her farewell, feeling a unaccountable bond with the older woman.  He also recognized that some latent wisdom underpinned the woman’s remarks but left consideration of the implications for another time.

The girls had arranged themselves in anti-age order.  Consequently, he confronted Emma first.  By this time his cock was standing forward.  When he took his place in front of the little girl it was pointing just below her chest.

“Well, Miss Emma,” Darcy began with a smile, “It occurs to me that of the females of the household, you were the only one for whom I was not called upon to produce semen.  I hope you did not take affront at my omission.”

“I suppose you might call that an omission of emission,” the girl deadpanned in response.

It required a moment before the company digested and then tittered appreciatively at her sally. In the midst of that triumph, Emma stepped forward and extended her tongue.  With swift swipe she licked the head of Darcy’s cock.   She grinned mischievously as she stepped back.

“Perhaps next time I will ask you to make amends.”

When Darcy’s cock twitched it was not because he had moved to confront the freshly fucked Charlotte.  The latter was recovering her gaze from her younger sister after the latter’s surprising behavior.  When she had stifled her instinct to upbraid her younger sibling, she essayed a smile.  She also grasped the rampant cock in front of her. 

Darcy noted that she had not gone to the effort of pulling her dressing gown tightly about her.  The loose garment was cinched by a tie at the waist but otherwise hung open.  The resulting tantalizing display consisted of a corridor of flesh that bisected the swelling of her breasts.  He was confident that if he managed to lower his viewpoint, her pussy would be deliciously apparent.

“I will be forever in your debt, Mr. Darcy,” the girl began, drawing his gaze back to her face, “for the service you rendered on my behalf.  I am a new woman and I am soaring with delight over that development.”

She concluded her remarks with a fervent squeeze of his member and very womanly glower that promised future opportunities.

“I assure you that I was no less pleased than yourself that I could be of service, Miss Austen.  I see the transformation in you and am deeply gratified by it.  I look forward to our future intercourse.”

Charlotte appeared quite satisfied with the interaction when he at last turned to Jane.  The eldest girl took his now rigid cock with gentle familiarity.  Darcy resisted the unseemly impulse to cover her hand with his.  He contented himself with basking in the radiance of her countenance.

“Miss Austen, I cannot tell you what a delight communing with you for the past few days has been for me.  I enjoyed your conversation every bit as much as I enjoyed fucking you.”

There was no mistaking the pleasure his remarks evoked in the addressee.

“Thank you, Mr. Darcy.  That was most gracious – and gratifying.  You must know that I treasure our experiences together.  Please Heaven, we will have the opportunity to add to my store of such wealth in the future.”

“That is my wish as well, Ms. Austen.”

He hoped he didn’t sound as unseemly fervent as he felt.  It wouldn’t do to declare his feelings in front of her family when he hadn’t even asked he father’s permission to pay her court.

Out of words, Darcy accepted the last squeeze of his cock by his late lover and mounted his conveyance.  He stood for a moment and made a final bow to the assembly fully aware of the figure he cut with his rampant cock pointing over the heads of the on-lookers.  Sir Edward jovially reminded him to put on his trousers at some point when his member relaxed and Darcy acknowledged that he must make a note of that important injunction. 

With a titter from the family, the young man took his seat and flicked the reins for the horse to proceed.  The handler stepped aside and he was off.  He undertook one more wave over his shoulder before turning his attention firmly to the road ahead.  His mind was a cauldron of shapeless thoughts and emotions, regret and anticipation among them.

The house was soon out of sight and the estate’s lane encountered the high road.  Darcy reined in his horse with the intention of putting on his trousers.  He picked up the garment in question with one hand but as he did so, his other hand went unconsciously to his cock.  He paused and looked down at his trapped member.  Then he massaged it.  A small breeze sprang up.  He noted how pleasant that felt. 

When he flicked the reins to restart the horse, the trousers were still draped over the seat.  He smiled in anticipation of his first encounter on the road.

My sense of loss and loneliness at the departure of my lover endured for hardly a quarter hour.  When it passed, I was galvanized to action.  Consulting with Charlotte, my sister referred to an incident our late lover related to her concerning how his cousin had sent him a “bread and butter” note to thank him for his relieving her of her virginity.  I was intrigued by this behavior and resolved to emulate it. Each of us penned a “thank you” note to Mr. Darcy for his excellent sexual service.   I am now on pins and needles pending his response.  Until then, I remain

Your loving cousin,

Jane

P.S. As I concluded my missive, some welcome correspondence arrived.  Mr. Darcy has invited Charlotte and me to his home.  His father and brother are now expected to remain away for an extended period.  His younger brother and he will remain in charge of the family estate.  Mr. Darcy envisions a leisurely holiday of riding, gaming and, of course, fucking.  Mother and Father have acquiesced with the usual injunctions.  As soon as I am convinced that my and Charlotte’s monthly cycles are favorable, we shall depart.  Mr. Darcy has indicated that we should not trouble ourselves to pack many clothes.  How convenient that will be!

End