Elizabeth awoke the following morning from a most enjoyable dream, which from her confused recollection had involved not only herself and her husband, but also her sister Jane and Mr Bingley, plus a variety of kitchen utensils and possibly (although her memory was a little unclear about this) a horse. Even as she awoke she found her nightgown to be bundled up around her waist and her hand nestling inside the dark bush between her thighs; judging by the scent of her fingers, they had been straying inside her while she slept.
Lying in bed, Elizabeth recollected the many events of the previous day, while continuing with her explorations among her pink folds. Her fingers strayed in and out of her moist cleft and played over her hard button, bringing herself to trembling pleasure three times before the sheet beneath her became too wet to be comfortable. Looking at the considerable expanse of dampness on the once-pristine white sheet, Elizabeth was momentarily embarrassed at what the servants might think when they came to change the bed-linen. However, she decided that they would had seen considerably worse on Jane’s sheets, and her own emissions were probably modest in comparison.
All this early morning activity meant that it was already nearly eleven before she descended for breakfast. She found that Mr Bingley had already completed his meal and ridden off to visit some tenants on the other side of his estate, while the maid informed her that Jane was feeling a little tired and had taken her breakfast in her room. After completing her own repast, Elizabeth therefore went to Jane’s room to enquire after her sister’s health. She found her sitting up in bed, apparently much recovered, and just finishing a plate of muffins.
“Elizabeth my dear,” she cried. “I am so sorry not to have joined you downstairs, but Mr Bingley kept me up so late last night, having his way with me in such a variety of positions, that I felt quite drained this morning, and indeed my quim is still quite sore.”
To prove the point, she pushed off the blankets and pulled up her nightgown, showing some very red puffy lips protruding from her bush. “Just look Lizzy!” she complained, pulling her lips apart and revealing the opening of her passage, which was indeed a very vivid shade of scarlet. “Just see how raw my insides are! I declare I shall be unable to take Mr Bingley’s member for at least a week!”
Elizabeth sat down on the bed next to her sister and squeezed her bare thigh. “Really, Jane, since you were married you have become quite insatiable. I would have expected this sort of talk from Lydia; you were always satisfied with your candle and the occasional help from my fingers.”
“You are right as always, Lizzy,” admitted Jane, “but they really cannot compare to a male member – although dearest Bingley has sometimes to be reminded of how my own pleasures need to be addressed as well as his own. That is one area, my dear sister, in which you could never be surpassed!”
“But Lizzy,” she continued with a smile, putting aside the last muffin, “Did you manage to watch any of the activities of Mr Bingley and I last night, as I suggested? I do hope so, for he was quite insatiable, especially after I told him of our little games earlier in the evening!”
Elizabeth decided that honesty was the best policy, and admitted that she had been unable to get to the keyhole because it was already in use.
Jane’s eyes were wide and she clutched herself with glee. “Oh goodness, Lizzy! You mean our exertions were observed not by you, but by Molly and Drummond?”
“Well, Molly was doing most of the observing,” said Elizabeth. “Drummond was merely making merry with his member inside her while she was bent over.”
“Well, I shall have to tease Molly about this,” said Jane with a smile. “I shall drop all kinds of hints about peeping through keyholes and rogering, and see how much she blushes.”
“I do hope you are not too displeased with her,” said Elizabeth. “I really would not have her get into trouble.”
“The only trouble she is likely to get into with letting Drummond roger her ceaselessly is by increasing the size of her belly, and then she would have to be dismissed,” said Jane firmly. “I may have to give her some advice on the matter.”
“What would Mr Bingley have to say if he knew about Drummond and Molly?” enquired Elizabeth.
“I fear he would be most displeased,” admitted Jane. “Much as he enjoys taking me at his pleasure, he would not think it appropriate in members of his own household, certainly not between ones who are as far as I am aware not officially betrothed to each other. I shall keep quiet about it, and drop hints to Molly to be more careful. But I confess that she does have a most agreeable figure, and a very pretty face. Bingley was quite keen for me to employ her, and I fear it may have been because it gave him pleasure to observe her about the house.”
“I confess,” she went on, “that I would quite like to observe pretty little Molly unclothed and with Drummond’s member deep inside her quim. Really, Lizzy, I am quite jealous of you! Did he make a large emission over her back?”
“Oh, quite enormous,” said Elizabeth, stroking herself through her skirt at the remembrance of the fountain of ejaculate released by Drummond. “Almost as great as the flow of juices down my legs when I reached my own peak.”
“Do stop, Lizzy,” moaned Jane. “I can feel myself getting wet at the thought, but whenever I touch my quim, I am still much too sore!”
“So tell me, Jane,” said Elizabeth, “precisely why is your wet passage so tender this morning?”
“When I returned to my room, I found Charles already there, unclothed and with his member standing up like a ramrod. I suspect he may have been awaiting my arrival by perusing one of certain books from the locked cabinet in his library. He thinks I am unaware of their content, but one day I stole the key from his desk when he was away, and examined them with much pleasure. One day, Lizzy, we must look at them together. You would be astounded!”
“You must tell me about them, Jane, but do not be distracted, my dear, I am waiting to hear about you and Mr Bingley.”
“As soon as he saw me with my face still coated in your liquids, dripping over my night-gown, he knew that we had been doing more than just swapping sisterly gossip. He asked what you and I had talked about – although he knew full well, for I had promised to tell you how we spied on you and Mr Darcy that morning. I told him how we both removed our clothes before I pleasured you with a candle – by the time I had finished he was enthusiastically rubbing his member, which had grown quite purple. He lost no time in pulling my night-gown over my head and burying his own between my thighs as I relaxed on the bed.”
By this time, Elizabeth was feeling quite flushed. She sat herself on the chair by Jane’s bed and bundled her skirt and undergarments up around her waist, exposing her dark triangle. She parted her thighs sufficiently to allow full access to her pink folds, which were already rather damp, some drops of moisture already adhering to her nest of hair.
Jane smiled at the sight of Elizabeth’s fingers playing over her moist quim.
“Dearest Charles has a most enterprising tongue,” she said. “He explored every inch of my pink lips, and penetrated as far as he could into my cleft. I was flowing like a river, Lizzy, and although he did his best to lick it all up, quite a lot flowed down over his chin and onto the bed. Oh Lizzy, I was rubbing my little button as if my very life depended on it, and I think Charles was finding it hard to keep his tongue in place, so vigorous was I in my motions!”
Elizabeth’s own fingers were becoming quite vigorous by this time. She had inserted two of them between her moist lips into her cleft and was pushing them in and out of herself, making a wet sucking noise that she found rather arousing. She suddenly became worried about making a mess on Jane’s chair. She grabbed a bolster from the bed and thrust it under her bottom, in the hope that it would catch and absorb the majority of her spendings. Sometimes when she reached her release after a long period of play, she produced quite embarrassing quantities of warm liquid from her passage.
“I think Charles wished me to take his tool in my mouth,” continued Jane, “but I really wanted him to replace his tongue with his member straight away. Having watched your exertions with a candle, dearest Lizzy, I could wait no longer to be filled too. So I drew him closer towards me and took hold of his tool, guiding it between my thighs through my nest towards my quim, which was gaping wide as you would expect. He delayed no longer in giving me what I desired, and with one smooth movement slipped his member into me as far as it would go. Oh Lizzy, I was so enraptured that I felt myself taking flight at once, and let out such a scream that I am surprised no-one heard me.”
“If you recall, dear Jane, it seems more than likely that you were heard quite clearly by Molly and her lover,” pointed out Elizabeth, pausing in her thrusts. “I dare say that by this time they were already positioned outside your door, indulging their own pleasures.”
“And there was I, hoping that it was you observing me with my legs in the air and Charles’ member thrusting in and out of my passage,” laughed Jane. “I confess that this thought was in my mind, and help me to reach my own height of pleasure several times before Charles emptied his seed inside me for the first time.”
“For the first time?” enquired Elizabeth. “You mean he did so more than once?”
Jane gave such a wicked smile as she leant over and whispered, “Three times, Lizzy, three times! Is it any wonder I can barely walk this morning? When he entered me the second time, such a quantity of his previous spending was squeezed out, intermixed with mine own, that we were practically soaked before we had even started. I did wonder at his being able to rise to the occasion a third time, and when he did so he continued for so long before finally spending within me that the bed-sheets were quite drenched in all sorts of moisture. I am not quite certain how so much stickiness found its way onto my breasts and face, since he did not lose his emission directly over them, but I suspect it was because he turned me on my front at one point and took me from the rear.”
During this arousing revelation, Elizabeth had maintained just sufficient control of her fingers to hold herself on the brink of pleasure without finally taking flight. But by this time it was no longer possible or desirable for her to hold back any longer. By squeezing her muscles as hard as she could, she clenched her tight passage shut, and applied a final rapid sequence of movements to her button. At the very last moment, as she felt herself reach the very height of her pleasure, she relaxed her muscles and let her release take over. The result was that a considerable flow of liquid erupted from her passage and over the bolster. Gasping and trembling as she was, despite her best efforts some of the flow over-ran and spread itself across the carpet, which was fortunately of such a colour and consistency to absorb and mask the majority of the stream. The bolster, however, was considerably soaked and seemed likely to have a noticeable stain all over it.
Jane clapped her hands with delight. “Oh Lizzy!” she squealed “Where does it all come from?”
Elizabeth, whose cheeks were now very flushed, felt quite embarrassed at having lost control of herself yet again. She mopped at her pink folds and the surrounding bush, trying to clean up the majority of the liquid that had not been soaked up elsewhere. Her clothing was rather dishevelled, and she begged Jane’s pardon while she returned to her own room to compose herself.
In the event, it took some time before she felt that she was sufficiently recovered to go downstairs. After spending some time practising at the pianoforte, selecting pieces none of which required her to play at more than “andante”, she felt more calm, and was able to greet Jane with a smile when her sister eventually came downstairs. After a modest luncheon, the two sisters strolled round the gardens discoursing of more civilised matters until it was time to change for dinner.
………
Mr Bingley returned from his visit in good humour. He had satisfied himself that his tenants were well and their property in good order, and had taken the opportunity to admire the 16-year-old daughter of the household, who he was considering offering a place as housemaid at Netherfield. Now that he was married to Jane, he was willing to forego the pleasures of enjoying the favours of the more attractive girls in his employment, but he did not consider that this prevented him from admiring their charms - from an appropriate distance.
“I do hope, Jane, that you have been entertaining our guest in an appropriate manner,” he said to his wife, as the three of them met in the drawing room before dinner.
Jane squeezed Elizabeth’s arm in a knowing fashion. “Oh yes, dear Charles” she replied. “We spent the morning quietly, with reminiscences of our childhood, and after luncheon I showed Lizzy some of the improvements you have been making to the grounds”.
“Tomorrow, Mrs Darcy, you must allow me to show you some more of the Netherfield estate,” said Mr Bingley. “I have been making a number of improvements to the farms also, and have some plans to develop the woodlands to the south of the house.”
“Do not bore poor Lizzy,” scolded Jane, although Elizabeth assured her that she would indeed be interested in a tour round the estate. Mr Darcy also was full of ideas for developing the estates of Pemberley, and she was eager to obtain some ideas of her own.
After dinner, Elizabeth and Jane withdrew to the drawing room while Mr Bingley enjoyed his cigar in peace. Jane seemed to have something she wished to discuss.
“I have been thinking further, Lizzy, about last night, and how disappointing it was that you were unable to watch Charles and myself at our pleasuring. I have an idea that will ensure you are able to observe us without fear of interruption. Do you know what it is?”
Elizabeth indicated that she had absolutely no notion of what her sister might have in mind.
“It’s so simple, Lizzy,” said Jane. “You know that I have in my bedroom a large wardrobe?”
With some misgivings as to what might be coming next, Elizabeth nodded.
“It is easily large enough for someone to get inside,” explained Jane. “Now Lizzy, if you were to come to my room tonight, you could secrete yourself comfortably inside with the door ajar, and when dearest Charles comes to me, as I shall make sure he does, you will be able to watch our performance without fear of discovery or interruption! Am I not clever to have thought of this?”
Elizabeth could think of a thousand reasons why Jane’s plan was quite absurd, including the fact that it would be very uncomfortable; she might suffocate; and how would she get out if Mr Bingley decided he wanted to stay overnight with his wife.
Jane dismissed all these objections with a wave of her hand, and Elizabeth in the end agreed to come and see how the plan might work. Once she had explored the inside of the wardrobe, she had to admit that it was not as uncomfortable as she had expected, and that with the door ajar she could see clearly the whole of her sister’s bed. The prospect of enjoying a secret show was certainly appealing to her, and she began to feel that Jane’s plan was not so ridiculous after all.
When it was time to retire to bed, Elizabeth observed Jane whispering in her husband’s ear, obviously arranging for him to come to her room later that night. As the sisters climbed the stairs, Jane explained to Elizabeth that she should complete her toilette as quickly as possible, before coming to Jane’s room.
“Dearest Charles will be coming to me in half an hour,” explained Jane, “so that should just give you time to make yourself comfortable. Oh Lizzy, are you not excited and wet at the prospect in store?”
………
And so it was that, some thirty minutes later, Elizabeth found herself in her nightgown, peering between a selection of her sister’s dresses as they hung from hooks in the top of the wardrobe. The door was shut but off the latch, in order that she should have no difficulty in opening it at the appropriate moment. She pressed her palm against her mound, sending a tingle through her body.
She heard the door of Jane’s bedroom open, and the excited greetings and kissings between her sister and her husband. She felt a little embarrassed at overhearing these private niceties, and hoped that they would soon proceed to the main business. Soon she heard the bed creak; it was clear that she would not have long to wait.
Elizabeth could hear a lot of creaking and rustling and giggling going on. More little kissing noises were followed by a sound of sucking and slurping, accompanied by gasps and moans. Elizabeth was starting to get somewhat aroused; as carefully as she could, she raised up the hem of her nightgown and felt between her legs. Burrowing through her bush, she found her warm folds of flesh and was not surprised at how easily her finger slipped between them into her very wet passage. She felt a trickle of liquid run down her finger over her hand. Goodness, how very wet she seemed to be already!
As quietly as she could, Elizabeth opened the door of the closet just a crack further. She could now see her sister lying on the bed, her nightgown rumpled up around her waist and her legs spread wide apart, while Mr Bingley’s head was buried between her thighs. Judging by the sucking noises and Jane’s gasps, his tongue was being usefully employed in stimulating her moist passageway.
“Oh Charles, yes – just there – like that – oh gracious!” gasped Jane, rocking too and fro on the bed.
Aroused as she was, Elizabeth felt herself to be constrained by her nightgown. Leaving her moist passage for a moment, she loosened the laces on the front of her grown and slipped it off her shoulders, baring her ample bosoms. Her pink buds stood upright like two ripe strawberries, and she squeezed them hard as she watched Mr Bingley’s firm buttocks moving to and fro as his tongue dug deep into his wife’s quim. With one hand on her breasts and the other between her legs, she felt herself coming to her peak of pleasure yet again that day. From the familiar sound of Jane’s cries, she judged that her sister was also floating on similar waves of delight, and she delved deeper into her soft interior, rolling her fingers around in the way she most enjoyed.
But oh disaster! As her body began to tremble, her foot slipped on the floor of the wardrobe, and she felt herself fall forward against the door. With one hand on her breasts and the other still inside her, she was unable to steady herself and before she could even cry out the doors opened and she tumbled forth, ending in an undignified heap on the floor.
Her embarrassment can perhaps be imagined as she lay there, her nightdress unlaced and her bare breasts on show, not to mention a large expanse of her legs and thighs. Mr Bingley’s first expression of amazement changed quickly to anger at the thought of being spied upon – but then more quickly still to amused pleasure as he realised the identity of the spy. He was no fool, and it did not take him long to realise that his wife and sister-in-law had been having a little fun at his expense.
“Oh Lizzy,” exclaimed Jane, sitting up. “Oh Lizzy,” she repeated, unable to think of anything more sensible to say.
“Why, Mrs Darcy,” said Mr Bingley in a very arch and knowing voice. “Were you so uncomfortable in your room that you had to seek refuge in my wife’s wardrobe? But perhaps sleep was the last thing on your mind.”
With a smile, he reached his hand down to help Elizabeth to her feet. Taking her hand in his, he raised her up. Elizabeth’s mind was swimming as she tried to work out what was going to happen next. Still smiling, he politely raised her hand to his lips to kiss it, as if they were being formally introduced; but before his lips made contact he paused to breathe in the sweet and musky scent of her still-sticky fingers – the same fingers which had so recently been buried deep inside her soaking hole. Pursing his lips to kiss them, he let his mouth linger on them; she felt the tip of his tongue as he savoured the taste. She felt herself blushing a deep pink colour, knowing that he knew precisely where they had been only a few minutes before. The upper part of his nightgown was also unlaced, and she could not help noticing the shapely muscles of his chest.
“You still seem a little unsteady, Elizabeth,” he said. “Why don’t you sit here on the bed with your sister to regain your breath?”
Elizabeth did so, smoothing down her nightgown over her legs as she did so. She made a move to bundle her breasts back inside her gown again, but Mr Bingley stopped her.
“Those are far too beautiful to hide, my dear,” he said. “In fact, I would rather see a little more of them.”
“Go on Lizzy,” giggled Jane. “I would like to see them again too.”
Relieved that Mr Bingley was clearly not angry, Elizabeth slipped her gown off her shoulders again, this time wriggling her arms right out so she was totally bare from the waist up. Even without being touched, her bright pink buds were standing up like little dimpled thimbles.
“Go on, Charles,” said Jane. “I am sure Lizzy would be happy to let you touch them.”
“Please, Mr Bingley,” said Elizabeth with a smile, “Can you not see how eager they are?”
Mr Bingley leant over her. Instead of taking her smooth bosoms immediately, he teasingly stroked her stomach. One hand then moved slowly up and gently raised one bosom, squeezing the underside and feeling the weight before moving on to the other. Elizabeth could not help but let out a little gasp. She could feel unbidden warmth already building in her loins, slowly spreading to her belly and thighs. Both of Mr Bingley’s hands were now on her bosoms, gently kneading and stroking them.
“Oh, Mr Bingley,” she murmured, slowly closing her eyes and allowing herself to surrender to his touch. She could feel her pink cherries hardening still more as his soft hands rubbed across them. She could feel the moisture beginning to gather again between her legs, and heard a low laugh as his fingers moved from rubbing to gently pinching her erect points.
“My, my, Mrs Darcy, you are enjoying this, aren’t you?” Mr Bingley’s voice floated to her from somewhere outside the mist of sensual pleasure.
Elizabeth felt the new, wet caress of a tongue slowly rolling over her right cherry, teasing it before soft lips gently locked around the tip, teeth nibbling lightly. Her own teeth sank into her lip, biting back a moan as the flood of sensation was soon joined by expert fingers slipping up under her nightgown and caressing her upper thigh. She parted her legs sufficiently to permit further access, and felt the fingers delicately rubbing at the outer folds of her private place. The fingers stroked and swirled along those sensitive nether regions, causing heat and moisture to grow, while the lips and tongue moved to her left breast, giving the hardened nub there the same treatment.
“Why, Mrs Darcy, you are quite tasty. Won’t you let me see just how good you really taste?”
Elizabeth opened her eyes as the lips left her bosom for a moment, and she saw Mr Bingley pushing at the bottom edge of her nightgown, attempting to insinuate his hand beneath its folds. She raised her buttocks off the bed and lifted her arms, allowing him to pull it right up over her head, leaving her fully unclothed at last. Gently he kissed her, at the same time lowering her down onto the bed. She observed that Jane had removed her nightgown too, and already had two fingers buried inside her quim.
With a rapid motion, Mr Bingley removed his own nightgown, and for the first time she could fully see his finely-formed figure. Her eyes were naturally drawn to his member, which was already rising up between his legs. At a first glance, it seemed to be not quite as long as, but considerably thicker than, that of her husband. She wondered what it would feel like inside her, and felt that it would not be too long before she found out.
But not quite yet, it seemed. Mr. Bingley lay down beside her and placed his fingers back where they had been before, gingerly stroking around her sex. She parted her legs again, and felt the fingers moving around her protruding folds, then slowly beginning to intrude just slightly and moving back out, gently rubbing at the very centre of her pleasure with each entry. His lips and tongue returned to her skin, kissing and licking just below the mounds of her bosom, before slowly making their way down the length of her smooth belly. Each little kiss sent a wave down to her sex and along her spine, making her quiver uncontrollably. Her moans now easily escaping her lips, her hips began to grind against those delicately stroking fingers, pushing onto them as best she could in her supine position.
The mouth continued its gentle downward progress and soon the fingers slowly moved from her sex to stroke her thigh, another hand joining the other thigh and working slowly up and down. Elizabeth let out a moan at the loss of the fingers, but was soon relieved as the tongue began stroking along her sex, lapping at the moisture that had gathered there. The tongue moved along the outer folds, stroking straight and moving in circles as well as other patterns, teasing around her cavity. The fingers tickled wonderfully along her thighs now, and Elizabeth arched her pelvis, pressing her hips hard against the mouth. Mr Bingley’s tongue responded by slowly pushing its way into her center, while the lips kissed and worked against the delicate folds that shielded it. The tongue swept over the firm bud of her clitoris, moving gently but firmly in smooth, easy patterns, a light pressure beginning to push Elizabeth towards the edge of pleasure.
Sweeping between those soft lips, the tongue continued to linger on the small nub, while the lips suckled and teased around it, coaxing more of Elizabeth’s juices to flow. Moaning and gasping as her pleasure grew, Elizabeth ground her hips deeper onto Mr Bingley’s mouth, eagerly pushing the center of her pleasure down onto the wriggling tongue. All the while, the fingers squeezed her thighs, stroking around them, working up to her buttocks and squeezing lightly, only to return to her thighs again in an endless loop, send waves of seemingly impossible pleasure through her body.
And soon, at a particular flick of the tongue, a caress of the lips, a light pinching stroke of the fingers, Elizabeth’s mind exploded in bliss. Every inch of her skin tingled as she took flight, the pleasure rocked through her body, arching her spine and flooding her sex. Mr Bingley’s tongue did not stop, but continued to lap, so eager for the juices and flavours Elizabeth had to offer, driving her into higher and higher levels of bliss.
Finally, after several long moments of pleasure, she could feel her body becoming spent. Her muscles slowly started to relax even as the tongue worked to clean as much as it could from her sex. As she lay on the bed, the mouth and hands finally left her body. And although she felt as if she could not have taken any more, Elizabeth found herself longing for the pleasure to continue.
And continue it did, for even as her breathing began to slow, she felt the hands on her thighs again, gently moving them apart once more. She opened her eyes, and saw Mr Bingley smiling at her, his virile member now standing up fully erect between his own legs. She had no doubt that he now wished to enter her – something which she too desired very much - but one thing was worrying her a little.
“Mr Bingley…I think it might be best…if you were careful not to spend yourself inside me,” she said, blushing as she did so, conscious that perhaps he might object to her raising the matter so bluntly. “I do not object if you spill your seed on my breasts or elsewhere.”
“Do not fret yourself, Elizabeth,” said Mr Bingley. “I have something that should protect us both from any unfortunate consequences of that sort.”
He opened a drawer in his bedside cabinet, and took out a wooden box, from which he removed a large opaque, pinkish sheath. He proudly showed it to Elizabeth. “It is the perfect size to fit over my member,” he explained, “and is smooth and flexible enough to cause a lady no discomfort at all – or so my wife assures me.”
“I purchased it in London,” he went on, “and was assured it was manufactured from the finest pig’s intestine, which is especially strong and flexible, and – if treated with care - will last for numerous occasions. It is quite a new one, and has only been used some six or seven times this fortnight. I take the trouble to wash it out carefully each time, and do not believe it has received any damage.”
Elizabeth sincerely hoped that the sheath had not become split in the course of its no doubt vigorous use, or its subsequent washings. But it did appear to be intact, and she was content to watch with eager anticipation as Mr Bingley rolled it down over his fully stiff member.
Once it was fully in place, she lay down once more and spread her legs wide, placing one hand between them to ensure that her folds were open and waiting. Even inside its sheath, she could see that Mr Bingley’s member was swollen and purple with desire, and Elizabeth smiled as she felt its tip nudging at her wet opening. She was so very wet that the member had no difficulty in penetrating her folds, and she felt nothing but pleasure as they parted smoothly to admit its length. She felt her passage stretching pleasurably to accommodate its thickness, until she felt the base of his member pressed against the soft bulge of her mound.
As Mr Bingley began to move backwards and forwards, Elizabeth clenched and relaxed her muscles in time with his thrusts, alternately sucking him in as deep as she could, and relaxing to permit him to withdraw almost entirely before each new thrust filled her. She let out a little cry as she felt something soft and warm close over her right cherry, and observed that her sister Jane was suckling on that hard pink bud, while twisting its twin between her fingers. She placed her hand over Jane’s and squeezed it, encouraging her to play harder with her aching bosom, flooding her again and again with waves of pleasure.
“Oh Jane, Jane, oh, oh,” she gasped. Rocking to and fro on the bed, gasping at each fresh thrust, Elizabeth was yet again approaching a peak of joyful release. With a vigour that she could hardly have believed herself to possess, she met his every thrust with one of her own. Each time his member filled her, she felt and heard another little squirt of liquid being ejected out from her cavity, soaking her dense nest of hairs and running down her thighs, doubtless starting to coat the bed in a puddle of sweet-scented juices.
“Elizabeth, Elizabeth,” groaned Mr Bingley, his thrusting becoming faster and faster. Doubtless his excitement was bringing him rapidly to his climax.
“Yes, yes,” she cried, eager to encourage him to his peak, desiring very much to feel him spend himself. Nor was she to be disappointed. With one final thrust and groan, she felt him go tense and could sense the sheath being filled with gush after gush of ejaculate.
She felt Mr Bingley finally pull out, and raised herself up to see Jane removing the now full sheath from his still-rigid member, careful not to spill any of its contents.
“Come here quickly, Lizzy, before it cools,” she said. “Now open your mouth.”
Elizabeth did as she was told, and tipped back her head and stuck out her tongue as Jane carefully tipped up the sheath and poured its contents into Elizabeth’s mouth. Its contents were indeed still warm, and Elizabeth let them pool inside her mouth, tasting the musky saltiness. Before she had time to wonder if she should swallow them, Jane knelt over and placed her open mouth over Elizabeth’s, dipping her tongue into the pool in her sister’s mouth. Using her own tongue, Elizabeth pressed some of the sticky pool into Jane’s mouth, and their tongues swirled together, sharing the liquid equally. As their mouths parted, Elizabeth swallowed her mouthful, although Jane let out a slight hiccup which caused some of the contents to run out over her chin. She giggled.
“I never thought, my dear sister, that I would have the chance to share that experience with you,” she said, licking the last droplets of liquid from her lips. “Do you not agree that my husband is a most agreeable lover, my dear Lizzy?”
“Most certainly he is,” agreed Elizabeth. “I do declare, Mr Bingley, that you have left me with a most agreeable treat. Your cook produced a delicious meal this evening, but I confess that I enjoyed your tasty production even more.”
Mr Bingley’s member was still rigid and covered in a sheen of white emission, and he had been rubbing at it vigorously as he observed the two ladies enjoying the fruits of his ejaculation.
Jane did not appear particularly surprised by this. “I do declare, my dear Charles, that you appear still to be eager for more. I confess that, although earlier in the day I was sated and requiring rest, the sight of you pleasuring my sister has awakened my desires once more. I do believe that I could take a further pounding from your member if you are still willing.”
“I am of course at your command,” said Mr Bingley “although my own pleasure would be much enhanced if your sister would agree to remain with us.”
Elizabeth needed no persuading, and it was some hours later that the three of them fell asleep in the same bed, sated for the time being but dreaming of many more days of pleasure to come.
