Darcy and Lizzy's Sexy Adventures

by G Scott Gray

  “Yes. Looks much tidier, I think.”

  “Easier to find your way around too,” she said. “How was shooting?”

  “Poor, I’m afraid. I didn’t manage to kill a single small animal. I couldn’t find any.”

  “So, your large weapon has not gone off then? It is still cocked?”

  “Er, yes, I suppose it is.”

  “Ready to find some furry creature? A rabbit? Maybe a pussy?”

  He grinned at his wife. He dismissed Carter at once.

  When they were alone, he put his arms around her waist and kissed her passionately.

  “Well, Lizzy, did you want me to use my weapon?”

  He pulled her closer to him and she felt his manhood pressing against her belly.

  “Yes, Fitzwilliam. Perhaps you could find a nice trimmed bush and explore there.”

  “In the bed chamber? Or outside?”

  “Outside, I think. It’s a beautiful day.”

  They walked quickly to a remote piece of lawn, hidden from the house, where they would not be seen by anybody. She eagerly unfastened the buttons of his tight white trousers while he took off his frilly shirt. She slowly pulled down his white undergarments and licked her lips as his member sprang up, hard and smooth and eager for her womanly delights. She removed her dress and too off her bloomers. He gazed at her secret place, the curly hair neatly trimmed.

  She ached for him inside and lay on the smooth grass before him. She parted her legs for him seductively. Then she put a finger in her mouth and then eased it inside herself and fingered her moist womanhood for a few moments. He could not resist any longer and joined her on the grass. He climbed atop his wife and raised himself up on his arms. He held the tip of his manhood at her lips of love, the entrance to her beautiful pussy, just nudging against her soft lips. Then with one powerful movement he thrust his hips forward and eased his manhood inside her, the large shaft sliding inside her fluidly, making her gasp and cry out his name in pleasure.

  They made love for an hour. He thrust in and out, while she fondled her breasts. They kissed and spoke romantic words of sweet, tender love.

  “Fuck me, Mr Darcy. Let me feel your big cock inside me.”

  “Yes, Mrs Darcy. God, your cunt is so wet. You are so hot and dirty, my love. You make me so hard.”

  “I know. I can feel it. Your cock is so big and hard. It is as though you are exploring every part of my aching pussy.”

  “I love it when you talk dirty.”

  “And I love it when you talk dirty too. I love it when you say ‘cunt’. It’s just so nasty.”

  “You do? YOU like my big, hard cock thrusting in and out of your war, wet cunt?”

  “I love it.”

  “And you like it when I cum inside you? When I fill you with my hot sperm?”

  “Oh, yes. Oh, my love you’re going to make me cum too. Fuck me harder. Cum inside me, I want to feel your warm seed inside me.”

  Darcy didn’t reply. Instead he made love to Lizzy with increasing speed and force. He was on the edge of climax and trying to hold back a little longer so that they would become one and reach a marvellous climax at the same time.

  “I’m cumming, my love,” she cried, her mouth open and her head back.

  Her words sent him over the edge and with hard, long thrust of his shaft he felt his manhood spasm inside her, and the indescribable thrill of his hot seed rise up through his thick manhood and spurt his hot cum deep inside her. At the same moment her whole body shuddered with the most marvellous, shattering, satisfying climax. She felt the warmth of his sperm and called his name over and over. He did not stop but continued to thrust until he was entirely spent. Only then did he slow down and stop. Their faces were inches apart. He looked deep into her eyes and smiled at her warmly. He kissed her passionately, inserting his tongue in her mouth and sensually winding it around hers.

  He told her he adored her, and little tears of happiness ran down her cheek.

  He eased his manhood out of her and rolled over onto the grass. They lay on their backs on the smooth, warm grass and stared at the blue sky, wordless and utterly content. From time to time he put his hand on her and stroked her delicate skin. They talked for a while, chatting easily and comfortably, lying naked on the grass. The sun went behind a cloud and the air cooled a little.

  “Shall we get dressed, my love?” said Darcy.

  “Yes. Then we can go inside and have a drink.”

  They got dressed and returned to the lovely old house, hand in hand. They went to the library and Darcy rang for a servant.

  “Would you bring us a carafe of sherry, Duckworth?” he said.

  “Of course, sir.”

  A carafe of sherry was duly brought in together with two glasses. Duckworth poured out two glasses. Darcy and Lizzy tapped their glasses together and drank the thick, sweet liquor.

  Meanwhile, Lydia took the pitcher of cordial and two earthenware cups to the stables. Inside the young groom was preparing to bring in some hay.

  “Good day,” said Lydia.

  “Good day, madam,” said the groom.

  “I know it’s improper, but I wondered if you would like some refreshment?”

  “Refreshment?”

  “Yes. A drink of cordial. I understand you’ve been busy this afternoon.”

  “Why what do you mean?”

  “I believe you were near the Derby Road earlier. I think you were helping a mature lady and gentleman with something.”

  The handsome young groom flushed.

  “Pray, do not be embarrassed. I’m sure you must be tired and thirsty after the way you assisted the lady. You see, I was in the clearing and saw you.”

  “Saw me?”

  She glanced down to his manhood.

  “Yes. I saw you. Saw every inch of you. And a good number of inches it was too.”

  “I can only apologise, madam.”

  “Apologise? What on earth for? I enjoyed the exhibition. Now, why don’t you have a drink?”

  She poured him a drink and he gratefully drank it all in one gulp. She poured another and he drank that too.

  “So, do you feel recovered from your exertions this afternoon?”

  “Yes, I think so.”

  “Well, let’s find out.”

  She knelt in front of him and unbuckled his belt. She loosened the buttons on his trousers. She pulled them down and then slid down his linen undergarments. His manhood, massive weighty, was not yet hard. Lydia watched with pleasure as he rose up steadily to a full erection of over eight inches.

  “Oh my,” she said. “You are a big young fellow, aren’t you?”

  She put her head forward and took him in her mouth. Slowly, she started to wind her tongue around the head of his big, thick member. He gave happy little sighs of bliss. Lydia commenced to suck him in earnest, moving her head back and forth, her mouth going all the way up and down the shaft. She sucked him well, rolling her eyes upward to see his face. From time to time she moved her head back and stroked him with her hand, string at his huge manhood with relish.

  It was a quick and dirty blow job (or whatever term was used in Regency times) and Lydia used her considerable expertise to bring the young man maximum pleasure, sucking him hard, then running her tongue along the underside of the shaft, all the way from his tight balls to the very end of his member. He was helpless before her and could say nothing; all he could do was moan and gasp in his ecstasy. He stroked her hair and fondled her neck. Lydia wanted his hands a little lower and unfastened the top of her dress and loosened the high corset so that her marvellous breasts tumbled out. He stroked them affectionately and squeezed her nipples until they were hard and erect.

  Lydia pulled open her dress further. She raised herself up a little and put her breast around his manhood and gave him a marvellous tit wank, squeezing her breasts together, his large throbbing member sandwiched in between.

  “Tell me,” she said, “are you getting close?”

  He nodded and coul
d barely speak.

  “Yes, very,” was all he could manage.

  “And do you admire my breasts?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I’m going to use them to bring you off. Would you like that?”

  “Yes,” he croaked.

  She pushed her handsome breasts closer together, squeezing him tighter, moving her body up and down so that she rubbed them up s]and down his member.

  “Arrgh,” he cried, his head thrown back.

  Lydia did not loosen her grip but rubbed his tighter and faster. All at once, his climax came. A good load of his seed spurted upward with real force and came to rest on Lydia’s breasts. She continued to rub him forcefully until she had squeezed out all of his hot sperm. Then she released him, and he stood, panting for breath, his head drooped. Lydia smiled at him and then lifted the breasts, first one, then the other, to her mouth and licked off his creamy spunk. She watched as his iron manhood began to droop. It was still magnificent as it flopped against his thigh, still thick and heavy.

  “I believe the cordial worked,” said Lydia with a grin.

  “Indeed, madam,” he said.

  “Well I’m very glad, er…what is your name anyway?”

  “Tom, madam.”

  “Well, I hope you enjoyed yourself, Tom.”

  “Oh, indeed, madam,” he said with an embarrassed grin.

  “Good. Now, you really should pull up your breeches and return to your work before somebody sees you.”

  “Yes, of course. Good day madam.”

  He pulled up his trousers and resumed his work.

  Lydia fastened her dress and walked back to the house, a contented smile on her face. She went directly to her bedroom and opened the locket with the picture of her husband in. She kissed the miniature portrait and fell into happy sleep.

  The next morning, Lizzy and Darcy awoke early. They made love, and afterwards lay in each other’s arms, oblivious to everything except each other.

  “Do you enjoy our intimate life together, Fitzwilliam?”

  “Enjoy it? What do you think, Lizzy?”

  “And are there certain things you would like to try? In order to spice up our married relations?”

  “Well, I think we’ve tried a few things together, haven’t we? We’ve invited others into our bedchamber among other things.”

  Lizzy remembered their threesome and sighed happily.

  “Mmm,” she said. “And I liked it when you spanked my bottom. And then I spanked you. Do you remember?”

  “Of course. It was wonderful. Were you thinking of anything in particular, Lizzy?”

  “Well, have you heard of something called ‘hounding’?”

  “Hounding?”

  “Yes. It’s where you take a coach and meet other people in some secluded place.”

  “Oh, you mean dogging. Yes, I’ve heard of it. I think Mr Bingley has indulged.”

  “You mean with my sister? With Jane?”

  “Yes, I believe so. I’m sure he said he took his wife along.”

  “But Jane? She’s so pure and innocent.”

  “Well, she wasn’t pure and innocent that evening. So Charles tells me anyway.”

  “And is it something you would like to indulge in yourself?”

  “Perhaps. Would you like to, Lizzy?”

  “Just as an experience. Just to try it out.”

  “Well, according to Charles, they usually meet in the evening. Tuesday is the most popular evening.”

  “And some afternoons too,” said Lizzy, remembering the mature man and lady and the groom yesterday. “So I heard anyway.”

  “Sadly, I’m away on business this Tuesday.”

  “Oh, what a pity. I’m sure you would have enjoyed watching me pleasure myself in front of a couple of young handsome bucks. And then let them watch as you made love to me from behind, your thighs slapping against my naked bottom.”

  Darcy though for a moment.

  “Perhaps I could postpone my business meeting on Tuesday.”

  “Really, Fitzwilliam? That would be wonderful.”

  “Yes, I think I could arrange it. I’m sure Mr Smallbone wouldn’t mind if we went through rental agreements for that piece of land at the bottom of the fields…”

  Lizzy covered his mouth to prevent him talking further.

  “Fitzwilliam, I’m quite sure he wouldn’t mind. And if we go to the coach park, I’m sure I’ll be seeing plenty of bone. None of it small hopefully.”

  They laughed together.

  “Very well, Lizzy. We will take a coach on Tuesday evening and proceed to the coach park and indulge ourselves in a little extra connubial activity”

  “What?”

  “I men, let’s go dogging.”

  “Splendid, Fitzwilliam. I will consult with Lydia to ensure we are aware of the correct behaviour and etiquette.”

  “And I will consult an almanac, to determine if the weather will be agreeable.”

  A few days later Lizzy went to see Lydia in her bed chamber. Lydia had a contented look on her face. She had just been pleasuring herself, looking at the naked picture of her husband.

  “Why, Lydia,” said Lizzy. “you look rather flushed.”

  “Indeed, Lizzy dear.” I have been pleasuring myself with one of your thick candles.

  Lizzy made a mental note to ask a servant to replace the candles in Lydia’s room.

  “Oh, I see.”

  “Yes, and I’m afraid I must return home.”

  “Return home, Lydia? But why?”

  “I am missing my George. Pleasuring oneself with a candle is one thing, but sometimes a woman needs a…”

  “You mean a big, hard cock inside you?”

  “Why, Elizabeth Darcy, how very improper of you. But yes, I need George’s manhood betwixt my legs.”

  “When are you going?”

  “What is today?”

  “Tuesday.”

  “Then today.”

  “Oh,” said Lizzy, “Darcy and I are going dogging this evening. I was rather hoping you would inform us of what the etiquette is.”

  “I’ll tell you now. Come sit down.”

  Lizzy sat beside Lydia on the bed.

  “it’s pretty simple really. Firstly, anonymity is paramount. You must not disclose the identity of anybody afterwards. Secondly, if you are content to be watched, then you should light a lamp and hang it outside the coach. Third, if you wish observers to come closer or join in, then you should open the coach window or door. Finally, if you yourself are watching and wish to touch or participate, then you must receive an express invitation to do so.”

  “Anything else?”

  “The obvious things. Keep yourself safe, make sure you bathe before you go and try to be quiet (I always find that difficult when Mr Wickham is making love to me, especially with an audience).”

  Lizzy made a few notes in a little book.

  “Thank you, Lydia, that’s most helpful.”

  Later that day Lydia packed her things and left Pemberley. She and her sister exchanged a tearful farewell as she got into her coach to return her to Mr Wickham.

  “Farewell, Lizzy. Thank you for letting me stay, I’ve had a very pleasant time.”

  “It’s no trouble, Lydia. Say hello to Mr Wickham.”

  “I will. Goodbye.”

  As the coach was about to set off, Lizzy whispered in Lydia’s ear.

  “And thank you for your advice. Tonight is the night Darcy and I go to the clearing on the Derby Road.”

  “It was my pleasure.”

  The coach rode off. Lydia took out her handkerchief and waved it out of the window until Pemberley was out of sight.

  Lizzy returned and ordered the servants to prepare plenty of hot water in order that she and her husband could enjoy a hot bath and make themselves fresh and clean and then get dressed and ready themselves for a sensual evening in the coach park. Then she went to find her husband who was reading in the library.

  “Well, darling,�
�� she said. “Lydia is gone. She has returned home to her husband.”

  “So does that mean we will not be going to the coach park this evening?” he said, disappointed.

  “No, no, Fitzwilliam. It just means that we will go on our own. Lydia has given me instructions. She has informed me of all the rules and etiquette of hounding.”

  “It’s dogging, Lizzy,” he said.

  “Oh yes, I mean dogging. Anyway, there is plenty of hot water so we can bathe before we go. That’s one of the rules apparently.”

  “Splendid. Then we should begin to get ready presently.”

  They left the library and went upstairs to bathe. Afterwards they began to dress. Of course, this was their first time, so they had little idea what to wear to go dogging. They wanted to look attractively of course, but they also wanted to wear clothes which were easy to remove, or which give easy access to their secret places. In the end both of them decided not to wear undergarments. Instead of his usual tight fitting white trousers, Darcy wore loose breeches. Lizzy wore a becoming silk dress which was easy to unfasten.

  At last they were ready. They stood in front of the large mirror in their bedchamber and smiled at each other other’s reflection.

  “Are you sure about this, Lizzy?”

  “I am certain, Fitzwilliam?”

  They went downstairs and climbed into the coach. They set off for the Derby Road. The coach was driven by Darcy’s most trusted coachman. Darcy knew he could be depended upon to say nothing to anybody concerning where they went and what they would be doing. Even so, Darcy gave him instructions to park the coach in the clearing in the woods and return to Pemberley. They would either return on foot or Darcy would take the unprecedented step of driving the coach back himself.

  The coach was duly parked in the clearing and the coachman began the walk back to Pemberley.

  It was still light, that warm summer evening. There was nobody else around, so Darcy and Lizzy sat in the coach and waited. As they waited the light began to fade a little, the sun heading down towards the horizon. Nobody came. They continued to wait.

  “Are you sure we have chosen the right day?” said Lizzy.

  “Well, I am certain that Charles said it took place on Tuesdays.”

  “Hark, though,” went on Lizzy. “I think I hear a sound. Is it coach wheels?”