Further developements

Since the whole object of attending the ball was to introduce the Bennet's eldest daughter, Jane, to Mr. Bingley, the evening appeared to be a great success; particularly when he groped her behind the aspidistra. Admittedly, she wasn't the first girl he groped behind that enormous plant but he found the demure way she accepted his fumblings in the area of her décoletage exciting beyond belief. This girl was serenity itself compared to the others who'd either turned red and fled from the ballroom or had gone over the top by digging their breasts out for closer inspection. Only Jane had got it right. When he'd taken her hand and held it against the bulge in his trousers, only she had blushed slightly and stared coying at the ground as she gave his budding erection a playful squeeze.

Mr. Darcy was dismayed by this turn of events. Despite being enamoured of Elizabeth, he too had been intending to grope Jane (or any other girl he could get his hands on) behind the aspidistra, but everytime he looked in that direction, there was always a queue. However, the fact remained that Jane was a Bennet and not of equal social standing with his friend. In Mr. Darcy's view, any liaison between Charles Bingley and Jane Bennet would be beneath him and therefore should be prevented at all cost. Charlie Bingley took a very different view however, in that he found the idea of having the lovely and quietly compliant Jane Bennet beneath him an absolute turn on, and he couldn't wait to get stuck into her. Still, that's the gentry for you!

Mrs Bennet viewed developments with ever growing excitement. Jane and Charles Bingley were clearly hitting it off and that aloof Mr. Darcy was paying Elizabeth a noticeable amount of attention, despite the fact that neither of them appeared to be enjoying their time together all that much. Still, there was cause for hope here she thought. Definitely hope!

Because her attention had been fixed on her two eldest daughters, Mrs. Bennet quite missed the fact that her youngest daughter, Lydia, was nowhere to be seen. Pretty little Lydia was still virtually a schoolgirl and very impressionable. What was impressing her right now was the size of lieutenant George Wickham's exposed and erect cock being offered her to suck in the garden. It looked huge and her mouth was tiny; surely it was impossible. Still, it might be fun to try though. She'd never seen a man's penis before and who's to say if she'd ever see another one. It had been warm in the ballroom so when this handsome soldier in dress uniform had asked if she'd be willing to find cooler, fresher air with him in the garden, she'd willingly acquiesced. He was the first man that had ever paid her any attention and her silly little head was swiftly turned. He'd vocally admired her dress and her personality before moving on to her charming youthful figure, at which point his hands joined in with his expressions of admiration as they sat on a garden bench. (The people that is, not the hands; they were all over Lydia's youthful femininity, tracing every burgeoning curve and caressing her softer areas). He kissed and fondled her gently and thus she was wooed till her head spun. He claimed her beauty had aroused him beyond the physical comfort his breeches afforded and that he needed to expose himself so as to find a measure of relief. He asked if she minded him doing so. By this time, he had already played her so well that she was way beyond the point where saying no to anything was an option. This hunk of a man was taking her seriously as a female. This must clearly be love beckoning and a potential husband for the winning. Whatever it took, she knew she mustn't let this gorgeous man slip through her fingers, so taking a firm grip on his hot, hard shaft as well as taking a very deep breath, she lowered her virgin mouth onto him. His salty flavour overwhelmed her and she was instantly addicted to it. She sucked him and licked him enthusiastically till her mouth was suddenly full to overflowing with a strange new substance that could only have come from him. His strangled gasps and sighs as her mouth filled were further evidence of this.

"Keep your lips closed" she was ordered. She did so as Wickham detached himself from her.

"You now have my seed in your sweet mouth, my darling Lydia. The substance of a man that is essential to a woman's fertility. If you feel yourself as yet unready for such a degree of intimacy, please feel free to spit out my essence; but if you consider yourself ready for full womanhood and are ready to accept me as your lover, my heart will be yours for ever if you swallow."

Lydia swallowed.