My Darcy Mutates…

by Enid Wilson

  He took another cold shower, to cool down all his violent thoughts about Elizabeth and Richard, but instead found himself recalling the scenes of the past two days, just Elizabeth and him alone, he with all the liberty in the world to kiss, bite, lick and fondle her naked body.

  Not surprisingly, the cold shower didn’t do much to lessen his arousal. He stalked out of the bathroom in a foul temper, naked and erect, only to come face-to-face with Elizabeth, who was tapping on the open balcony door and already had one foot in his room.

  Elizabeth’s eyes widened like saucers upon seeing his raging asset. She opened her mouth and stuttered, “You… You said… you… wanted to talk, but you ran… off so suddenly from Richard and me…and so I…I…”

  On hearing Richard’s name, Darcy's violent emotions returned in full force. He pulled Elizabeth into the room, slammed the door shut, and pressed her against the glass with a scorching kiss. His tongue invaded her mouth, pushing in and out, imitating the action he longed to apply her other entrance.

  Elizabeth was unprepared for his violent reaction, but her body welcomed his rough ministrations. She wrapped her arms around his neck and used her tongue to play aggressively with his.

  His hands tore open her damp, front-opening sundress, sending buttons flying. He then flipped open her bra, the better to fondle her twin peaks. Matching the thrusting rhythm of his tongue, his hands squeezed both of her breasts, hard and then softly.

  Darcy was on fire. Kneeling, he pushed down her panties impatiently and threw them over his shoulder. Then his hands moved to worship her sex, pleasuring and wetting her. After a few minutes of rubbing, he could feel that she was ready for him. He rose and pulled her legs up to wrap them around his waist; then he lodged his huge manhood against her entrance and flexed his hips.

  Despite her highly aroused state, she was very tight. He could only thrust into her a short ways before he had to slow down his tempo. He moved his hands to rub her breasts and folds, hoping the fondling would relax her.

  Elizabeth moved her hands to rest on his shoulders and raised her body higher. Her legs also moved higher on his waist. Thanks to this new position, or to his continuous ministrations, or both, Darcy was able to push his thick shaft into her further. Her muscles engulfed him, giving him the greatest of pleasure. With one further mighty thrust, he drove himself right to the hilt. He could see her eyes roll back, and she let out a loud moan. Her fingers dug into his shoulders, and her legs squeezed his waist.

  He moved his hands to her creamy bottom. Urged on by her dreamy expression, he started to thrust in and out, faster and faster. The hard thumping sound against the glass balcony door matched their loud moans. After endless minutes of such frenzied mating, Elizabeth screamed out upon reaching her peak. Darcy thrust in and out a few more times before surrendering to the beguiling demands of her contracting inner muscles and spilling himself into her. The pulsing and orgasm lasted for a long, exquisite time.

  When Darcy finally calmed down a bit, he moved away from the balcony door and collapsed onto the bed, carrying Elizabeth with him still. He then arranged her on top on him. She bent at her slender waist, pressing her breasts to his chest as he caressed her hair and back.

  “Was I too rough?” he whispered to her ears.

  “Wow! That was absolutely out of this world.”

  “Yes, for me too. I have never had such a great climax in my whole life.”

  The rough coupling and the sexual tension of the past two days had exhausted them both, and they soon drifted off to sleep.

  Several times during the night, they awoke and pushed each other to more orgasms, more slowly and sweetly.

  Near dawn, after they had savored another satisfying session of love making, Darcy said, “We didn’t used a condom the first time. I’ve never done that in my life. I’ve never slept with a woman without protection.”

  “You were like an animal that had been starved for too long. And I haven’t chewed you out royally, yet, for licking me during the marshmallow game. What if they caught you on camera?”

  “I couldn’t help it. They put on such naughty games, and I've had the hots for you for some time.” He shook his head in wonder. “Tonight is a record for me – six trips to heaven.”

  “You’re lucky it was me. I don't think Caroline's fake body parts could withstand your continuous heat and pressure,” she said, and winked.

  Darcy laughed out loud.

  Elizabeth beamed. “You should laugh more often. You have dimples, and they make you look absolutely adorable.”

  “Seriously, though...is it a likely time of the month for you to get pregnant?”

  “I don’t know. I’ve never been that good at keeping track of such things. I want you to know that you’re quite the exception; I have never slept with a guy I wasn’t in a relationship with. In fact, you’re only the third chap I’ve ever slept with.”

  “I know you don’t sleep around. You’re not the type. And you’re so wonderfully tight. I was the irresponsible one here, making love with you without protection. I've been on fire for you ever since I stayed at your family resort, two months ago.”

  Elizabeth raised her head in surprise. “But you said I was only tolerable, and not pretty enough to dance with!”

  Darcy groaned and apologized. “I was being pigheaded then, because I didn’t want to go to Boobie Hill. I was very busy at that time, but all my friends and family said I had buried myself in my research for far too long, and they kicked me off to take the holiday with Bingley. I hadn’t even looked at you clearly when I made that snide remark. Not long after that, I found you amazingly attractive, smart, caring, funny…”

  “Hey, no need for all the flowery words. You’ve already gotten into my pants.”

  “So, would you move to Sydney with me, after we finish shooting here?”

  “Move to Sydney! You’re moving way too fast. I found you condescending, only a few days ago…”

  “What? How could you sleep with me if you didn’t even like me? I thought…”

  “I told you that you were an exception. I guess I started lusted after you when I saw your big…asset during the massage. I couldn't help myself, even if you had looked down on all of us when you were at our Resort.”

  “Your mother was money-grabbing. She pushed Jane and Lydia shamelessly at Bingley and me. And your three younger sisters were trashy. Of course, you and Jane are totally different. To be honest about it, I never wanted to be associated with a tacky family…but I would be, for you.”

  Elizabeth stared at him, furious. Then she left the bed and pulled her clothes on quickly. Legs apart, hands on hips, she snapped, “You’re the most arrogant and conceited man I have ever had the misfortune to meet and sleep with. No one can choose their family. I know my mother and sisters are loud and trashy, but I love them just the same. Do you mean to forbid me from seeing my family if I move to Sydney with you? Do you think all the money in the world could induce me to abandon them? Dream on! If you don’t like my tacky family, you had better pray that you didn’t make me pregnant. Otherwise, young Master High-and-Mighty Darcy Junior will have tacky origins, too.”

  “Elizabeth, you mistook me. I’m not good at words…”

  Darcy sprang up from the bed and tried to detain her, but she shook him off and stormed out of his room with a loud bang on the balcony door.

  He sank down onto the bed, held his head in his hands, and groaned. Stupid man! Why did you have to put your foot in your mouth? Admit that you will willingly house 10 of her trashy family members if you can have her as your girlfriend. Clearly, neither your money nor your bedside manner move her. She only bedded you because she wanted to test your equipment. No love lost there. She loves her family with a passion, and you just trampled them into the ground. And she may be carrying your little junior. Damn. Damn!

  ***

  Caroline was gone for a day. Luckily, the shooting could afford to stop for a day, as the production team needed to work on the props fo
r Episode 3.

  She came back in the foulest mood. Her quick trip to the mainland to salvage the right implant had only been marginally successful. Now her breasts were slightly unbalanced, to her critical eye.

  She also came back to find Darcy in a terrible mood. He wouldn’t talk with anyone, except to growl or frown. And, of course, she couldn’t put her seduction plan into action that night, as the new breast might not survive another puncture.

  By the time the next morning came, she was numbered among the people who were in a dreadful mood.

  ***

  Darcy and Elizabeth’s tempers were shocking. He desperately wanted to explain his affection to her and plead with her again to come live with him. She was severe with herself for sleeping with Mr. Bighead without protection and then enjoying his lovemaking again and again throughout the night.

  Her frame of mind darkened when she was shoveled into a big hotel suite with Darcy and a few assistants. She was then helped into a sexy French maid outfit while he donned a normal business suit with a waistcoat. She knew the role-play would be ghastly! She needed to get her hands on Lydia so that she could kill her.

  The costume featured a flame-red corseted short skirt and a deep v-neck, black lace accents along the hem, trim and detailed side-lacing, garters, back zipper, ruffled lace panties, black ruffled lace sleeve bands with a red bow accent, black thigh-high fishnet stockings, white lace cap and white apron, a black feather duster and a pair of 4-inch high heels.

  The assistant told them that the day’s challenge would be shot individually, inside several suites. An hour before their session, the assistants would come back to set up the lighting and explained the rules to them. For the time being, however, they would leave, locking them into the suite to relax.

  Elizabeth rolled her eyes. How can I relax in this sexy Frenchmaid gear, with a big bed and Mr. Bighead within arm’s reach?

  Once the assistants were gone, Darcy took Elizabeth’s hands, knelt in front of her and said, “Elizabeth, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have spoken about your family like that. I’m …awkward with strangers and I’m… socially inept. That’s why Georgiana, Richard and Bingley always push me into big social functions, in the hope it will smooth out my rough edges. I I…like you a lot. I want to spend more time with you. I’ll try my best to get to know your family. Will you give me another chance? I can take a few days off, after the shooting. May I come and stay with you? Then we could get to know each other a bit better.”

  Elizabeth wanted to shake him off, at first. But since he was apologizing, she let him continue. He did look sincere in his apology, and the fact that he was willing to come back to stay with her family again won him a huge brownie point. Is he worth the time? She looked him in the eye, and saw his anxiety and eagerness. Of course, he is smart and handsome. He’s nice to his friends and family. He just didn’t smile and didn’t talk with other people enough. And he’s so damn hot in bed!

  “All right,” she conceded, “you may consider yourself to be on parole here. But one wrong move and I’ll send you packing.”

  Darcy was so happy that he hugged her tightly and gave her the silliest grin. “And if I behave well, you will think about moving to Sydney with me soon? I’ll never forbid your family coming or you visiting them.”

  “It’s way too early to think about that. Let’s see how we go for a few months before we talk about moving in together.”

  Her reply put a dent in his happiness, but he reasoned that it was still a big step better than the day before.

  He tried not to look at her, as she was so damn sexy in the French maid costume. They held hands and chatted comfortably for about an hour, until the production crew came in again.

  “All right, we’re ready for you now. This is a role-play where we won’t give you any script. You two will walk into this set and we’ll have an actor here to play along with you. Denny here has a script about a scenario and he will prompt you on, but we won’t tell you what the scenario is until you walk in. If you find the role-play too silly and don’t say a word, you will lose the game and end up with a torture. The wittier and cheekier your role-play, the more points you will earn. We won’t ask you to do anything indecent. After all, we’re bound for free-to-air TV. We will show everyone’s role-play tomorrow. You can vote for your favourite one then. We have also invited some other people to judge the role-plays. All the scores will be added together to decide the winner. In the event of a tie, another role-play will be shot.

  “Ok, ready? Let’s roll the camera for episode 3 with Darcy and Elizabeth.”

  When Darcy and Elizabeth walked onto the set, Denny came forward, shook their hands and said, “Good that you’re here, Darcy and Elizabeth!”

  “Thanks,” they replied.

  “Okay, you two sit on the bed. Let me look at your CVs.”

  Denny then sat on one of the chairs, a bit farther from the bed, “Husband and wife porn stars! How many porn movies have you two made together?”

  Both Darcy and Elizabeth were speechless. They looked at each other. What kind of role-play was this?

  Elizabeth recovered first and said, “Umh…Six. We’ve made six movies together.”

  “Great! Tell me your six favourite positions then. I mean privately, not in the movies. You still shag each other privately, I suppose?” Denny winked.

  Darcy was still speechless, so Elizabeth replied, “Oh, the other …night we had the …traditional missionary position, doggie style …woman on top …standing up, on the side and 69 position.” She turned bright red, thinking back to what they had done, the other night.

  “Wow, you two sure know how to practise. So, Darcy, which parts of Elizabeth’s body do you like most?” Denny was scripted to get responses from both participants, and so he directed the question to him.

  “Umh…the chest. Definitely her chest,” Darcy said, glancing sideways at Elizabeth’s barely contained breasts in the corset.

  “What do you like about her breasts?”

  “Umh…very firm…and soft to sq…touch.”

  “Are they good to suckle?”

  Darcy turned bright red and wanted to explode. Silly game! I’m going to kill Georgie! “Yeah,” he replied in a barely heard voice.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t hear you. Do you like to suckle Elizabeth’s breasts?”

  “Yes!”

  “And what do they taste like?”

  Darcy wanted to smash Denny’s head. He replied reluctantly, “Strawberry.”

  “I can see a good glimpse of her breasts here, but not the strawberries. What a pity!” Denny joked and received a glare from Darcy.

  “So, this is a production about a French aristocrat taking advantage of his maid. Darcy, you stated on your CV that you speak French. Use the formal tense, as you’re the master. Can you give me a few dirty lines?”

  “Umh…Ouvrez vos pattes.”

  “Open your legs!” Denny translated. He must have been selected to host the role-play because he could speak French. “Good. A few more?”

  “Repliez sur la table.”

  “Bend over the table! Excellent! How about ‘You have big tits’?”

  “Il y a du monde au balcon.”

  “Cool. Now, Elizabeth, it says here that you don’t speak French, right?’

  “Correct.”

  “Pas de problème. No problem. Here is the script for the screen test.”

  “Cut! Okay, we’ll give you 10 minutes to read the script. You don’t need to memorize it as actors are allowed to hold scripts when they do a screen test. When you’re supposed to carry out an action – for instance, if there is kissing involved – you don’t actually need to kiss if you don’t want to, I suppose, but for a real-life screen test, of course, a real kiss would be needed. We know you’re just participants on this game show, so you may not be comfortable with all of the acts written there,” the producer said.

  As Darcy and Elizabeth read the script, their faces grew redder and redder.

 
***

  The next day, Darcy was sitting next to Elizabeth, holding her hand under the table. They had spent another steamy night together after their role-play. Now they were gathered with the others at the resort’s ballroom to look at and vote for the clips from the role-plays. Besides the eight participants, some TV crew members had also been asked to be part of the judging panel.

  Lady C said, “As you’ll recall, those participants who didn’t have a script for their segments were prompted by our hosts. Even when we gave the participants scripts, some didn’t follow them. There is a score sheet in front of you. Please rate their performances according to how witty, sexy, funny, and entertaining you find the role-plays. First up are Caroline and Collins. Their role-play is entitled ‘Collins Collins Pumpkin Eater.’”

  When the film rolled, the audience could see Caroline, wearing a sexy orange bikini, kicking and screaming as she was placed inside a large, semi-transparent orange pumpkin shell. Collins stood to one side, wearing a farmer’s costume. The host for the segment was Wickham.

  “Farmer Collins, I’m Reporter Wickham from Agricultural Australia Monthly. I see you have grown a special pumpkin for this year’s Agricultural Show. Indeed, you appear to have made your wife into a pumpkin. Why did you do that?”

  “She likes to wander… . She shags with Richard there all the time,” Collins said stiffly.

  “What? Why would he mention me there?” Richard protested. “Is he reciting from a script?”

  The film rolled on. “What sort of fertilizer do you use to make her grow?” Wickham asked Collins.

  “Well…mmm…dog shit, cow manure, mmh…food scraps… You know. The normal sorts of fertilizer,” Collins continued.

  “How does she react to such rich fertilizer?”

  “She loves it. She has to have it twice a day, every day of the week.”

  “No wonder she has grown to such a size. We have some cow manure here. Can you show us how to apply it?”

  Wickham handed Collins some dark-looking stuff, which the latter splashed and dumped onto Caroline.