Darcy and Lizzy's Sexy Adventures

by G Scott Gray

  “You misunderstand, Mrs Bennet. She enjoys their company in the bed chamber. She enjoys acts of love with them.”

  “Acts of love? Between two women?” said Mrs Bennet. She tried to appear aghast but in truth was interested not to mention excited.

  “And we both like to invite other people into our bed.”

  “Other couples into your bed? Goodness.”

  “There isn’t a great deal of goodness, at least not what would be considered so by polite society.”

  “May I be frank with you, Mr Rogers?” said Mrs Bennet.

  “Of course.”

  “I’m intrigued by what you have told me. Can you give me more specific detail?”

  “May I be frank, Mrs Bennet?”

  “Yes, of course.”

  “It would be far easier if we showed you. You and your husband look as if you may have an appetite for love making and have an interest in taking matters beyond what might be considered acceptable.”

  “When and where?”

  “Tonight. This very night, while your interest is piqued. And we could go to one of the guest bed chambers.”

  “My husband is indisposed at the moment. He fell of his horse and the physician has ordered him to avoid any acts of carnal knowledge for the next six weeks.”

  “That must be hard for you, Mrs Bennet.”

  “Indeed, it has been. As a result, nobody would judge me harshly if I were to find comfort elsewhere, would they?”

  “I’m sure they wouldn’t.”

  “And my husband doesn’t mind. He told me he rather enjoys it when I’m made happy, even if it means cuckolding him.”

  “So you are not averse to the notion?”

  “No indeed.”

  “Very well. Once this dance is finished, I will tell my wife to go upstairs to one of the bed chambers. Then five minutes later you may go and join her. I will then join you half an hour later. Your husband may join us too if he wishes, though I understand he will not be able to participate directly.”

  “That sounds splendid, Mr Rogers.”

  “If anybody asks, I’ll say we’ve gone to look at the tapestries or the artwork.”

  The dance ended and Mr Rogers went to find his wife. In the meantime, Mrs Bennet sought Mr Bennet.

  “Mr Bennet, Mr Bennet,” she said excitedly, “I have been talking to Mr Rogers and he has offered me a solution.”

  “Excellent, my dear. So, what is he suggesting?”

  “That I go upstairs and spend half an hour with his wife after which he will join us.”

  “And?” said Mr Bennet. “How will that help us secure our daughters’ financial future?”

  “It won’t. But it will ease the ache inside me. I feel as if I am on fire betwixt my legs, Mr Bennet.”

  “Very well, my dear. I trust you will enjoy yourself.”

  “Several times if I’m lucky. Mr Rogers said you may join us later.”

  At that moment Mr Rogers returned.

  “Ah, Mrs Bennet,” he said, “I have spoken to my wife and she says she would be delighted to discuss that small matter with you. If you go up the staircase, she will be in the second chamber on the left.”

  “Thank you,” said Mrs Bennet.

  Mrs Bennet walked up the staircase and passed by the first door on the left. At the second door she gave a tremulous little knock.

  “Come in,” said a woman’s voice, very quiet but not at all nervous.

  Mrs Bennet slowly opened the door and went inside. To her surprise, Mrs Rogers lay on the bed, quite naked, her legs opened invitingly, her hands on her breasts and a seductive smile on her face. Her breasts were firm and plump and to Mrs Bennet’s surprise her secret womanly place was almost completely bald and smooth. She had never seen such a thing before, but she liked it very much.

  “Mrs Bennet. I’m so glad you came.”

  Mrs Bennet did not speak for a few moments, so shocked was she by the sight of a naked woman on the bed, a young attractive woman, clearly ready and waiting for love.

  “Come over here,” said Mrs Rogers.

  Without being able to think, Mrs Bennet walked towards the bed.

  “Give me your hand,” said Mrs Rogers.

  Mrs Bennet mechanically held out her hand. Mrs Rogers took her hand and put it between her legs. Mrs Bennet’s impulse was to draw it away in shock. But she didn’t. she left it there. Not only left it there but used it to stroke the most delicate and sensitive part of Mrs Rogers. It was like a jolt of electricity running through her. She had never seen a woman naked like that before, let alone touched her between her legs.

  “You like that, Mrs Bennet? You like how wet and silky I am?”

  Mrs Bennet nodded.

  “That’s good,” went on Mrs Rogers. “Because I like to be touched by another woman. Especially if she’s a little more mature than I am.”

  Mrs Bennet became bolder and ran two fingers all the way up between the soft lips of Mrs Rogers’ secret womanly place.

  “Mmm, that’s very pleasing, Mrs Bennet. Tell me, does your husband use his tongue when you are enjoying marital relations? Use it intimately between your legs, inside your velvet tunnel?”

  “Yes, he does,” said Mrs Bennet. They were the first words she had spoken since she had entered the room.

  “And do you like it?”

  “Very much. My husband is very skilled with his tongue.”

  “I like it too. But I like it even more when a woman puts her tongue inside me and licks my most intimate places. I suppose it’s because she’s a woman too and knows what pleases another woman.”

  “Yes, I suppose that’s it,” said Mrs Bennet in a comically matter of fact way.

  Mrs Rogers said no more. Instead she pulled up her knees and opened her legs wide, exposing herself fully to another, older woman. Mrs Bennet’s breath came in sharp little pants. She knew she wanted Mrs Rogers, wanted to please her, bury her head between her legs and use her tongue to explore her inside and hear her little moans of pleasure.

  Mrs Rogers pulled her to her and kissed her on the mouth, making Mrs Bennet shiver with arousal and the excitement of forbidden pleasure. Mrs Bennet lowered her head and placed it between Mrs Rogers’ legs. She pulled them further apart and touched the folds of delicate flesh with the tip of her tongue. Her senses came alive. The sight of another woman’s pussy was overwhelming, and the taste and aroma were divine, sweet and musky. The touch of silky flesh against her tongue was like nothing she had ever felt before and she was overjoyed at the sound of ecstatic bliss from Mrs Rogers’ lips.

  After that initial touch of her tongue against the soft wetness, she wanted to explore the younger woman further. She pushed her tongue deep inside her lovely, glistening pussy and drew it up and down the walls in long, slow laps. She could fell the wetness of her lover and lapped her harder and faster, before moving her head slightly and flicking the little bud beneath the hood with rapid little darts and flicks. All the time she felt Mrs Rogers hand stroking her head with obvious enjoyment and encouragement.

  With her other hand she squeezed her breasts and spoke to Mrs Bennet lovingly.

  “Why, Mrs Bennet, I cannot believe this is the first time you have been with a woman. You are so skilled, so passionate, yet so tender.”

  Mrs Bennet was unable to respond as her lips and tongue were otherwise engaged. Mrs Rogers reached down and entwined her fingers in Mrs Bennet’s, a loving gesture that made them both very happy.

  Mrs Rogers sighed and moaned louder and her body twitched in a way that was beyond her control. Mrs Bennet knew from experience what that meant, knew that her young friend was approaching her climactic moment. She flicked the sensitive rosebud harder and faster still and knew that Mrs Rogers would reach the heights of ecstasy, even before she began to cry out in exquisite bliss.

  “Oh, Mrs Bennet, do not stop. Please do not stop, I’m going to come. Please make me come. Aagghh that is wonderful.”

  Her body shook and thrashed without cont
rol and her orgasm was hard and heavy and truly satisfying, lifting her to heavenly joy. Slowly, she came down again and the climax slowly faded as Mrs Bennet continued to stimulate her with delicious, languid strokes of her tongue. Only when Miss Rogers’ spasms stopped did she desist. She lifted her head, her hands on Mrs Rogers’ thighs, and smiled at her. Mrs Rogers smiled back ecstatically; how she loved to be loved by an older woman.

  “Kiss me, Mrs Bennet,” she said, “Let me feel your tongue on my lips. Let me taste my own juices of love.”

  Mrs Bennet kissed her on the lips and tasted her lover’s saliva mingled with the sweet juices.

  “You make love very well. You certainly know how to use your tongue to its utmost effect. That was divine, Mrs Bennet.”

  “Thank you. I enjoyed it very much,” said Mrs Bennet, blushing slightly.

  “Now I would like to reciprocate,” said Mrs Rogers, “for I am sure you have a beautiful and sweet tasting pussy.”

  “You’re going to thrust your tongue inside my womanhood.”

  “Yes. I am sure you enjoy it when your husband does it to you. However, I am no mere man. I will bring you to the heights of bliss with just my tongue. Now, please undress.”

  In a daze from love making, Mrs Bennet stood up and unfastened her dress and took it off. She removed her brassiere and let Mrs Rogers look at and admire her fine breasts. Emboldened, she slid down her linen undergarments. She stood naked before Mrs Rogers and was surprised how sensual it felt to be looked at and admired by a much younger woman.

  “You are a handsome woman, Mrs Bennet,” said Mrs Rogers staring at her breasts and then lowering her eyes to admire her pussy with its light smattering of hair.

  “Thank you,” said Mrs Bennet, lowering her eyes.

  “Come and lie on the bed.”

  Mrs Bennet did as she was bidden. She climbed onto the bed and lay on her back. Her legs were shut and Mrs Rogers ran her finger up her leg, from just above the knee, up her thigh touching her between the legs and over the mound with its wispy hair. She bent over the older woman and licked her breast tenderly. She drew the nipple into her mouth and sucked gently, rendering it hard and proud. Mrs Bennet stroked Mrs Rogers’ neck and pleaded with her eyes to explore her secret place, her sex, her womanhood.

  Mrs Rogers smiled at her and slowly moved her head down, from her breast, over belly and resting between her legs. Mrs Bennet closed her eyes and parted her legs, revealing herself fully and nakedly to another woman for the first time in her life. Mrs Rogers teased her for a few moments, planting tiny kisses on her pussy lips but exploring her no further.

  She knew from her harsh gasps that Mrs Bennet wanted more, much more. She extended her tongue and eased it all the way inside, pressing hard against her satin like walls with long, firm strokes.

  Mrs Rogers knew exactly where to place her tongue, knew exactly how much pressure to apply and when to pull back with tiny darts of the tip. It was all wonderfully new to Mrs Bennet and she knew she would reach her climax quickly. She tried to hold it back by thinking of the dismal time with Mr Collins. It was no use and she could hold back no longer. Mrs Rogers sensed the approach of orgasm and concentrated all her attentions to Mrs Bennet’s sensitive clit, pulling at it with her lips and flicking it hard and fast with her rigid tongue.

  Mrs Bennet let herself go completely and put her trust in the hands of her young new friend. She relaxed into her mature sexuality and let the climax spread at its own speed and intensity until it exploded inside and engulfed her absolutely.

  It took her some time to open her eyes again and she looked at Mrs Rogers as if she were a stranger and did not know where she was. Slowly she regained her senses and smiled at Mrs Rogers, a smile of warmth and utter satisfaction.

  Mrs Rogers took her hand tenderly.

  “I rather think you enjoyed yourself, Mrs Bennet?”

  Mrs Bennet shook her head in wonder.

  “I never knew it was possible to feel that way.”

  The two women said very little. They lay on the bed, touching and admiring each other. Mrs Bennet admired the young, taut body of Mrs Rogers as well as her exquisite skills with her tongue. Mrs Rogers enjoyed looking at Mrs Bennet’s plump ripeness and took satisfaction that she had introduced the older woman to something quite new and novel.

  After a few minutes Mrs Bennet went to rise from the bed.

  “I really should get dressed and join the rest of my family,” she said.

  “Not yet, Mrs Bennet. There is one more surprise. A pleasing one I hope.”

  At that moment the door burst open and Mr Rogers strode in without knocking.

  “Mrs Bennet,” he said, “I trust my wife has been giving you a pleasant time?”

  “We’ve been having a wonderful time, haven’t we, Mrs Bennet?”

  “Yes, it’s been marvellous.”

  “Mrs Bennet has a natural gift and gave me great pleasure with her tongue.”

  “Indeed?” said Mr Rogers. “Well, bravo, Mrs Bennet. Now, have you ever made love with a man and a woman together?”

  “Why no.”

  “Your first time? Splendid.”

  Mr Rogers gave her a glittering smile and began to undress. He took off his velvet jacket and frilly shirt, revealing a strong, smooth chest. He removed his breeches and stood in only his linen undergarments, looking very manly.

  Mrs Bennet’s eyes widened when he drew down his undergarments. His manhood was huge. Over eight inches long and thick to boot. It was very hard, and she saw the veins throb with desire.

  “Now would you come over here, Mrs Bennet,” he said.

  She got off the bed and walked over to him. She had an overwhelming desire to reach out and take his erect member in her hand. However, before she had the chance, he put his arms around her waist, spun her around and pushed her forward onto the bed, so she still had her feet on the ground but her chest was on the bed as she braced herself with her hands on the luxurious quilt.

  He moved forward so that he was directly behind her, his thick cock pressing against her bottom. He slapped each buttock hard, sending exquisite little ripples of pleasure through her. Then he pulled her legs apart and without warning thrust his hips forward and drove his member inside her aching pussy in one powerful movement.

  She squealed aloud in surprise as well as pleasure and Mr Rogers commenced to love her hard from behind with huge strokes of his manhood, grasping her buttocks tight with both hands. She could hear his heavy breathing behind her, interjected with the occasional call to God, letting Mrs Bennet know how good he felt.

  At the same time Mrs Rogers lay on her back and was able to suck her (Mrs Bennet’s) ample breasts beautifully.

  It was strange when Mrs Bennet looked back on it. For Mr Rogers loved her very fast and hard from behind. It took about the same time as it had when Mr Collins loved her earlier. However, Mr Collins left her frustrated, empty and unsatisfied. Mr Rogers on the other hand made her come in a huge, joyous climax before spurting hard and heavy inside her, his hot seed making her feel like a passionate young woman again.

  When Mr Rogers withdrew from her, every drop of his semen spent, she collapsed onto the bed exhausted. She didn’t know whether it was because of the length and girth of Mr Roger’s member or because his wife was sucking her breasts or just because Mr Rogers was a better lover, but it felt so different to her time with Mr Collins.

  “So, Mrs Bennet,” said Mr Rogers, “did I please you also?”

  “Yes, indeed, Mr Rogers.”

  “I must say I do enjoy making love to a woman like you who’s a little older. You’re so plump and delightful. And my wife enjoys loving older women too. Don’t you, darling?”

  “I do. And you were an excellent lover, Mrs Bennet. Your husband is a very lucky man.”

  For the first time in a while, Mrs Bennet thought about her husband. Where was Mr Bennet, she thought to herself. As if in answer to her question she heard a distinct sound, a shuffle followed by a tap on the
wooden floor and then a shuffle again. Then she realised it was Mr Bennet on his crutches.

  He knocked on the door and Mr Rogers told him to come in.

  Mr Bennet saw Mr and Mrs Rogers and his wife, all naked on or near the bed. He didn’t express any great surprise but enjoyed looking at each in turn. He liked to look at his wife when she was naked, as she still had a very pleasing body. He looked at Mrs Rogers and found her bald, smooth womanhood very attractive. He even found Mr Rogers pleasant looking, with his smooth manly chest and his large member, flaccid now but still swinging heavily between his legs.

  “You are here at last, Mr Bennet,” said his wife.

  “Well, my dear, it’s quite difficult on crutches. You all seem to have had an enjoyable time.”

  “It’s been marvellous,” said Mrs Rogers. “And your wife has been marvellous.”

  Mr and Mrs Bennet smiled at each other.

  “Rather more satisfying than Mr Collins then, my dear?” said Mr Bennet.

  “Infinitely more satisfying, Mr Bennet,” she said.

  She proceeded to tell her in great detail all the acts of love she had enjoyed with Mr and Mrs Rogers. She told him how Mr Rogers had loved her hard and quick from behind and how she and Mrs Rogers had made love before that.

  “Do women do that?” he said. “Good Lord.”

  “Oh, yes. Very much so,” said Mrs Rogers.

  “Well, I knew men did,” said Mr Bennet, “but that’s a felony and I’ve never met a man who’s actually done it.”

  Mr and Mrs Rogers glanced at each other in a meaningful way.

  “So, as you see, Mr Bennet,” said Mr Rogers, “we have known each other carnally for the last hour or so.”

  “And with some force by the sound of it,” said Mr Bennet.

  “It’s just a pity you aren’t able to indulge in love yourself.”

  “Yes,” sighed Mr Bennet. “But my physician has given strict instructions.”

  “Well,” said Mr Rogers, “I have a little medical knowledge myself. I believe intercourse would be damaging. However, there are certain acts of love which would not be detrimental to your leg I am sure.”