by G Scott Gray
Mrs Collins could not stop thinking about visiting Wickham and Lydia at midnight. Lydia and Wickham smiled at her and made little remarks to offer encouragement.
Nobody noticed that Kitty and Caroline had left the dining room. They had eaten a little and slipped out unnoticed. At that moment they were in their shared bed chamber, undressing each other. They removed each other’s dresses and underclothes and stood naked, admiring each other’s bodies. Kitty took Caroline’s hand and led her to the large bed. She kissed her on the mouth and put her hand on her breasts. Caroline put her hand between Kitty’s legs and pushed her thighs apart, easing a finger in her secret place.
“Caroline, that is divine,” she said huskily.
“Lie down, “breathed Caroline.
Kitty lay back on the bed. Caroline tenderly pulled her legs apart and knelt before her, admiring the beautiful pink folds of her womanhood. She bent forward and put her head between her lover’s legs. She licked her pussy beautifully with passion and grace. She licked her hard and fast, expertly, knowing exactly what Kitty liked.
Kitty stroked Caroline’s hair, and for that moment they felt they were the only people in the world.
“That feels so very good, my love. Pray, love me a little faster.”
Caroline licked her harder, using the rough upper side of her tongue to explore Kitty’s silky walls, wet with desire. Her tongue went deeper still and brought Kitty to the edge of sheer ecstasy. She threw back her head and fondled her breasts, pushing them together between the palms of her hands. She tried to speak but could only repeat Caroline’s name over and over. Caroline held her at the edge for several minutes and, just when Kitty could bear it no more, she slid her middle finger inside and drew it back and forth in a beckoning motion, rubbing hard against the special spot inside. At the same time, she flicked her tongue against Kitty’s sweet bud with rapid little darts. Kitty was pushed over the edge and fell into her marvellous paroxysm of pleasure.
She reached for Caroline and squeezed her hand warmly, utterly content in her choice of lover even though she knew her mother, many of her relatives and society in general would treat them both with derision.
In her joy she wanted only to please Caroline. Lying on the bed she asked Caroline to straddle her, such that her secret place was directly above Kitty’s face. She put her hands around Caroline’s buttocks and pulled her down so that she could kiss the pink, crinkly lips. She ran the tip of her tongue along the warm slit of flesh as Caroline pressed herself down on Kitty’s face, shifting her hips and bringing herself great pleasure through frottage. Kitty had explored Caroline many times before and knew how to bring her the maximum pleasure and push her towards her climactic moment. Caroline bucked her hips, grinding herself on Kitty and biting her lip to prevent herself from crying out too loud. Kitty could sense Caroline was coming and licked her deeper and harder to ensure she attained the apotheosis of love, tasting her juices with relish, happy to have brought her to such a pitch of intensity.
Afterwards they lay in bed together, blissful in their intimacy and not caring whether they were missed downstairs or were not.
“I wonder where Kitty is,” said Mrs Bennet helping herself to another plate of food.
“Perhaps she was tired and went to bed early,” said Mr Bennet tactfully.
“If so then maybe I ought to go to her bed chamber and make sure she is not ill.”
“I think it would be better if you left her, my dear. If she is asleep you ought not to waken her.”
“I suppose you’re right, Mr Bennet. I will speak to her tomorrow at breakfast.”
Mr Bennet glanced at the ceiling and breathed a small sigh of relief; he would never betray his daughter or any secret she might have.
It was late now in the dining room. One by one couples retired to their bed chambers.
“It is getting late, Charles, don’t you think?” said Jane.
“I entirely agree, my love,” he said, “it is indeed getting late.”
“Then perhaps we should go upstairs?”
“Yes, most assuredly.”
While most went upstairs to bed, Uncle Gardiner went down to the cellar and took a couple of decent bottles so he could enjoy a small nightcap in his bed chamber.
Noting that all the food was gone, Mrs Bennet reluctantly left the dining room.
Darcy and Lizzy excused themselves and went to bed.
Soon the only ones remaining in the dining room were Wickham, Lydia and Mr and Mrs Collins.
“Well, my love,” said Mr Collins “perhaps we should return to our bed chamber. After all, I was unable to deliver my sermon at dinner, so perhaps I will get the chance at breakfast tomorrow? I will read it through to you a couple of times before we go to sleep.”
“As you wish, my dear.”
She picked up a bottle of cordial and followed him from the dining room. At the door she turned to Wickham and Lydia.
“Have no fear,” she said, “I still have some sleeping draught left.”
“Then we shall see you at midnight?” said Lydia.
“Most assuredly,” said Mrs Collins.
Wickham leered at her backside as she turned and left the room.
“Come, my pet,” he said. “let us go upstairs too. However, we do not intend to sleep, do we? Not for a while anyway.”
Wickham took his wife’s hand and led her up the elegant staircase to their bed chamber. There they waited. Waited for Mrs Collins to enjoy forbidden love with them while her husband slept.
After a few minutes there was a little tap on the door. Lydia walked to the door.
“Come in,” she whispered.
Mrs Collins carefully opened the door and slipped inside their bed chamber. She was dressed in a rather attractive nightgown. It was the one made from very sheer silk. It was short and exposed her knees and was low cut and showed an ample amount of bosom. She had bought it on her honeymoon but her husband though it scandalous and would not permit her to wear it. She had packed it in her trunk though, before they set off for Pemberley. It was part of her plan.
“Good evening, Mr Wickham. Good evening, Mrs Wickham,” she said quietly.
“Good evening, Mrs Collins,” they both said quietly.
“That is a very attractive nightdress,” said Lydia.
“Thank you. I’ve rarely worn it. William forbade it because he said it might inflame his passions and tempt him to make love to me wantonly. Which was my intention of course.”
“I take it your husband will not be joining us?” said Wickham.
“I fear not. For I fear some careless person has put a sleeping draught in his cordial. Again.”
“Oh dear,” said Lydia.
“Then it is just the thee of us?” said Wickham.
“I am afraid so,” said Mrs Collins. “We will just have to make the best of things.”
She looked at Wickham and seductively pulled down one of the silk straps of the nightdress. Her breast tumbled out. Then she pulled down the other, exposing both her fine breasts to Wickham. He took each in his mouth in turn and sucked on the nipples until they were hard. He put his hand under her nightie and stroked her gently, running his hand over her belly, down over the mound with little wisps of hair and further, so he fondled her thighs. She planted her legs apart a little and allowed him to touch her secret lips of love, satin like and moist with arousal.
Mrs Collins’ eyes were closed and her face showed the intensity of her desire. Wickham pushed her onto the bed, and she felt him part her legs. He appeared to tease her for a few moments, not touching her, making her wait.
She gasped in bliss as she felt a tongue run the length of her soft pink folds. An exquisite, teasing sensation as though tickling her and making her shiver with pleasure.
“Oh, yes, put your tongue in further, sir.”
She felt her opening part a little as the tongue slid between her pussy lips and plunged deep inside her.
“You like that?” said Wickham.
Mrs Collins was
confused for a moment. The voice came from above her head. She opened her eyes and saw Wickham standing beside the bed. He was naked and his manhood was fully erect. She glanced down and saw Lydia’s head between her legs. While her eyes were closed, they had undressed and switched places and it was Lydia’s tongue inside her, licking her with sweet urgency. She had never been touched by a woman before, but she thought it was wonderful.
“Oh, Mrs Wickham,” she moaned.
“You really should call us George and Lydia, you know,” said Wickham, standing beside the bed, just inches from her face.
She looked at his hard manhood with fascination. So large and smooth, a magical thing. Wickham saw her and began to stroke himself, slowly at first. His moved his hand up and down the shaft with ever increasing urgency. Mrs Collins watched, entranced. As Lydia licked her secret place with passion and expertise, Mrs Collins watched Wickham stoke his manhood, harder and quicker.
No words were said and there was no signal. But Mrs Collins knew what was about to happen and with a smile at Wickham she opened her mouth. He grimaced and with a grunt spurted forth his seed directly into her mouth. She swallowed but such was the force of his ejaculation that some splattered over her chin and lips. She licked her lips and chin clean with her tongue as Mr Wickham stroked himself in order to extract the last drop of his essence. At last he was spent and watched with enjoyment as Lydia continued to pleasure Mrs Collins with her tongue. She brought her very great pleasure indeed, knowing as a woman exactly what Mrs Collins would like the most. She was skilled enough to hold her on the point of climax for some time until Mrs Collins begged her to finish and bring her to a most wonderful orgasm.
“Lydia, please,” she said urgently but quietly, “I’m begging you, make me come. I want you to make me come with your tongue.”
Lydia took pity and quickly took her to the point from which there is no return and hence sent her over the edge and into a miraculous, powerful, heavenly climax which shook her whole body. It took her several minutes for her to come down to earth. She stared at the ceiling without saying a word, just making incoherent sounds. She slowly became aware of Wickham speaking to her.
“What did you say, Mr Wickham?”
“I said, Mrs Collins, that there ought to be some quid pro quo.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that you should please my wife in the same manner in which she pleased you.”
“But I’ve never been with a woman before…not in that way.”
“Neither had I until Mr Wickham invited somebody to our bed chamber. I tried it and I found it most enjoyable.”
Lydia climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. With a seductive look direct into Mrs Collins’ eyes she slowly parted her legs. Mrs Collins held her gaze for a moment but could not help herself from looking down at Lydia’s beautiful pussy. Her lips were plump and pink, and the inner labia just peeped out a little and there was a triangle of neatly trimmed, dark hair above.
Mrs Collins stepped forward uncertainly.
“Come, Charlotte,” said Lydia, “let me feel you inside me.”
Charlotte Collins got onto the bed. She played with Lydia’s toes for a while, then moved slowly up her legs, teasing the sensitive skin at the back of her knees. She put a hand on Lydia’s thigh and stroked it gently. With her middle finger she explored Lydia’s secret womanhood, fondling around the edges, just touching the soft, pink lips. Slowly, very slowly she put a finger inside and marvelled how velvety Lydia was inside. It made them both gasp at the same time. She put her finger in a little further and moved it slowly back and forth. Lydia gave a low moan, enraptured by Charlotte’s touch.
“Yes, like that, Charlotte, that is exquisite.”
Charlotte took out her finger. She looked at Lydia’s glistening pussy and bent forward. She licked her all over, planting little kisses on her mound and working her way downwards, licking the very top, just above the hood, then lifting it with the tip of her tongue and flicking the bud with little darts. She lifted Lydia’s legs up a little and plunged her tongue deep inside her, pressing hard against the satin walls.
Although it was the first time, she had enjoyed any kind of intimate relations with a woman, she had a natural gift. She could sense it as Lydia grasped the bed sheets in her fingers in the throes of her passion. She knew just when to slow down, just when to sped up. She knew when to apply more pressure, when to apply less. And she knew just which intimate parts to explore fully.
She pushed her middle finger inside Lydia and then took it out. She held it to Lydia’s mouth so she could taste herself.
“Mmm,” said Lydia and looked at Charlotte with happiness and admiration.
She began to make a whimpering sound and knew she was going to come very soon. Charlotte knew it too and so did Wickham. He squeezed his wife’s breasts while Charlotte flicked her tongue against Lydia’s inflamed clitoris with greater and greater urgency. All at once she exploded into a glorious climax that seemed to go on and on as Charlotte continued to stimulate her with her tongue. Very gradually she returned to something like normality, even though the afterglow was immense and satisfying.
“I have to say, Charlotte,” said Lydia, trying to recapture her breath, “you are an incredible lover. I cannot believe you haven’t been intimate with a woman before. And I liked it very much when you e me taste myself.”
“Thank you,” said Charlotte shyly.
Charlotte was still on all fours at the end of the bed, bending over Lydia, flicking her raw pussy from time to time with her tongue. Wickham crept behind her. Somehow, Charlotte sensed some kind of presence, for she pushed her knees further apart. Standing a few inches behind her, Wickham grasped her buttocks and thrust his manhood, fully erect again, inside her secret place in one quick movement. He held her buttocks and made love to her hard and fast, not slowing down for an instant, his thighs slapping loud and clear against her buttocks. She gasped with pleasure and reached beneath herself so she could tweak her most sensitive parts between finger and thumb.
For all his faults, Wickham was an excellent lover. He had skill, passion, stamina and a large manhood. Charlotte braced herself on her hands as he made love to her, with such force that she felt herself pushed forward on the bed. It was fast and hard and very quickly she felt his warm seed spurt inside her. At the same time, she felt her own warmth as a delicious climax spread easily through her.
Afterwards all three of them lay on the bed or sat in easy chairs. They were naked but unashamed. They talked easily and amicably. Fortunately, Wickham had brought a quantity of drink from the dining room and thus they were able to refresh themselves. Charlotte had never felt so truly womanly before. Wickham and Lydia felt pleased with themselves, knowing they had released some hidden depths of passion within Charlotte. Whether or not Mr Collins would be able to enjoy, or even accept, his wife’s discovery of the joys of love, they did not know or even really care. If he could not, then there were other ways in which Charlotte could receive satisfaction. After all, they told her, they were only a coach journey away.
They made love through the night and it was early the next morning when Charlotte crept back to her own room. Luckily Mr Collins was still asleep. Charlotte got into bed and at once fell asleep.
Mrs Collins was wakened soon thereafter by her husband’s anxious voice.
“Mrs Collins, Mrs Collins,” he said mournfully, “wake up.”
“Why, whatever is the matter, William?” she said sleepily.
“I have realised that it will be breakfast soon. It is All Hallows day. You know, All Saints day. I must give my sermon and begin the celebrations.”
Charlotte groaned and tried to go back to sleep. However, he roused her again and told her to get dressed. He was already dressed in the black austere clothes he wore the day before. She mechanically got out of bed. He looked aghast at her short nightdress.
“Why, Mrs Collins,” he said, “what on earth are you wearing? Did I not forbid you from
wearing that garment? Did I not say it was sinful? Did I not say it might arouse men’s lusts, even mine?”
“Yes, you did, dear.”
“Then why are you wearing it?”
“Because, for once, I wanted to be a desirable, sensual woman.”
“A desirable, sensual woman?”
“Yes,” she said huskily, thinking that perhaps he might sweep her in his arms and love her like a wife should be loved (and as she had been loved, several times, in Wickham and Lydia’s chamber).
“Ridiculous,” was the only thing he said.
She hurriedly dressed and joined him as they went downstairs together. They entered the dining room. Mr Collins was surprised to see that the only people there were Lizzy and Darcy, Mary and Mr and Mrs Bennet. Lizzy and Darcy were enjoying a light breakfast, Mary was drinking chocolate while Mr Bennet watched Mrs Bennet eat an enormous plate of food.
“Where is everybody else?” said Mr Collins.
“Still asleep, I’ll wager,” said Darcy.
“Still asleep?”
“Yes. It was a tiring day yesterday with the walk and the games and the reading and the ball and dinner.”
“The walk, the games, the reading, the ball and dinner?” said Mr Collins, puzzled.
“Yes. I trust you enjoyed them, Mr Collins,” said Darcy.
“Enjoy them? I slept through all of them, I think. So, there were pagan festivities taking place on the day before All Saints day?”
“That’s usually the time for Halloween festivities,” said Lizzy cheerfully.
“But I thought the festivities were for All Saints day. I thought the only reason I came here on Halloween was to rest before the celebrations began. I thought that’s what you said in your invitation.”
“I think you may have misunderstood the invitation, Mr Collins,” said Darcy.
One by one the guests came downstairs and sat at the great mahogany table. They enjoyed breakfasts of various sizes. Some only ate a little, some ate a decent breakfast. Mr Bennet ate nothing at all for he had overindulged the evening before. Mrs Bennet ate his breakfast. Uncle Gardiner went to the cellar first. As they ate Mr Collins stood up.
