It starts with the family

Elizabeth Bennet was not in good spirits during the carrage drive home after the ball; unlike Lydia who had clearly imbibed too much alcoholic spirit by over indulging from the punch bowl, claiming she did so to relieve the sudden onset of a soar throat.

Later at home, Elizabeth was asked to attend her father in his study, as she frequently did at her father's request. Within Mr. Bennet's all female family, Elizabeth's quick wit made conversation with her a positive joy and he expecially loved her for this. In terms of holding a world view, Elizabeth's grasp of business, politics and international affairs, (such as the on-going war with Napoleon), made her the closest thing to the son he dearly wished he'd had. He could talk to her about anything and not only would she be genuinely interested, she'd ask sensible questions and make intelligent comments.

"Ah Lizzy" he said in greeting on her arrival, "please sit and converse a spell with a father worn weary by all this 'must find a husband' stuff. I understand the need of it, I just do not enjoy my involvement in the process."

"Then, dearest father, you will hear nothing of it from me. Indeed, I am in doubt that I shall ever marry. Take tonight as an example. Many a local bachelor spoke to me at the ball and yet not one of them seemed capable of holding a decent conversation. Indecent conversations, they just about managed whilst staring at my bust, but I see no future in any relationship based solely on the condition of my tits. I had hopes of Mr. Darcy, who monopolised my dance card all evening. Regrettably however, he has proved himself a most proudly arrogant man who looks down his nose at the rest of humanity so constantly I consider it a miracle he has not already been rendered permanently cross eyed as a result."

They both laughed at the thought and then Mr. Bennet dropped his bombshell.

"Mr. Collins engaged me in conversation at the ball and asked me for permission to visit you tomorrow. It would appear he has something of pressing urgency he wishes to discuss with you. I have given my consent to his calling on you, provided that is all he does on you. Speaking of which, I'm not for a moment buying Lydia's soar throat story as an instance of ill health. You see Lizzy, As a younger man, I perhaps foolishly accepted a commission in the military and was ****, by my natural cowardice, to endure my share of soar throats in order to rise up through the ranks to a level at which I was unlikely to be shot at."

"I'm not sure I understand what you mean, father."

Mr. Bennet then commenced to explain to his daughter both the concept and possible consequences of oral sex. During this detailed discourse, neither father nor daughter exhibited the slightest trace of embarrassment. Such was the nature of their relationship.

"Did not having another man's sexual organ inside your mouth sicken you?"

"It did at first. I did my fair share of gagging but that only served to enhance the pleasure the man forcing my head down on him seemed to get. It gave him a sense of having absolute power over me, which of course he did. Whoever it was I was servicing wasn't necessarily queer as such, but did find having the authority to get members of his own sex save him from the ignominy of having to pleasure himself something of an erotic thrill. I think being able to say 'suck my cock' with the same casuality as one might say 'pass me that book' would well serve to feed a certain type of man's sense of superiority."

"So, am I right in thinking that the man who is having his penis sucked finds the experience far more than merely pleasurable, father. I mean, there has to be a pretty strong reason for such an **** indulgence, surely?"

"Oh yes, my darling daughter, always. Ejaculation is the only response possible when achieving male orgasm and this can be hugely and addictively pleasant for a man. Indeed, some men live for nothing else. They only feel truly alive when sexually aroused. As for his sex ****, apart from eternal shame and self loathing, little damage is done. Sperm swallowed does no real harm to anyone, other than to create a mild burning sensation to the throat. This is quickly alleviated by taking a drink in substantially less a quantity than young Lydia did tonight I'm thinking. I'm sure you can see where this is leading. You know, I have serious fears for that silly girl's reputation if she's succumbed to the charms of one of the military personnel garrisoned hereabouts. Perhaps you might have a sisterly word with her Elizabeth? Find out what's what?"

"Indeed I will father, on the morrow, when she’s sober. For your sake, I will also entertain Mr. Collins's visit, but I fear he will learn nothing from me that might be to his advantage. It is widely known among gossiping circles that he is one of those parish priests who takes a close and intimate interest in the physical welfare of the younger choir boys. There are rumours of him conducting ritual cleansing sessions in which they all strip naked and smear water from the font all over each others bodies; his included. Have you ever noticed the frequency of his sermons on the theme of cleanliness being next to godliness?"

"I have indeed. Then might not you yet prove to be the saving of him in some small way, Elizabeth? If anyone can, it surely must be you, the most sensible girl I know; though naturally, I forbid you to marry him. I personally can’t stand the smarmy, self righteous little bugger!"

As Elizabeth and Jane shared a bedroom, they tended to share everything else. It was therefore natural for Elizabeth to divulge all that she and her father had spoken of.

"Does oral sex work with women," Jane asked?

"I do not know, for our conversation centre solely around the male gender. That said, I think it would be grossly unfair if men alone benefitted from this practice; a practice I might add that cannot possibly be perverse if His Majesty's troops are allowed to practice it and you never hear Mr. Colins, our parish priest, preach against it."

"But we have no penis that may be sucked. Therefore, how can we be so pleasured?"

"O my dearest sister, have you not yet become acquainted with that little bud at the entrance to your vagina?"

"If you mean that tiny bit of me that set my whole body alight with flames of non burning tingles when Charles Bingley groped my boobs behind the aspidistra, then I believe I have. Incidentally, did you get behind the aspidistra with Mr. Darcy at all?"

"No, there was a queue. Well, dearest Jane, I propose we conduct a little scientific experiment to establish once and for all whether or not oral sex works on we females, just to ensure we're not missing out on anything due to our own ignorance. Are you game?"

"You know me well enough to be aware I can refuse you nothing, dear sister. Experiment away. What would you have me do?"

"Four very simple things: sit on the edge of that chair by the dressing table; pull up your nightgown to allow me access to your sweet, little, hairy cunt, spread your lovely long legs wide apart and then just think of that noticeable bulge in Mr. Bingley's breeches earlier tonight."

Jane did as she was told and was rewarded by the shock of her sister's lips, tongue and teeth assaulting the pleasure centre of her sex. So skillfully was this done that her entire body reignited with those same flames of erotic delight she'd experienced earlier with Mr. Bingley. This time however, it was different. This time, it was more feircely and urgently felt, for it was being driven by the activities of her sister's mouth that, and there is no other way to describe this, was passionately making love to her cunt. Jane felt a tension within that grew equal in intensity with those exquisite physical sensations now flooding through her body. Flowing through and welling up inside her until there was sudden uncontrollable release as she seemed to dissolve in her first ever earthshaking, miracle of miracles orgasm. With her eyes closed, she seemed to hear her own moans, sighs and gasps as if from afar as all tension flowed out of her. These were immediately replaced by a physical sense of quiet serenity and well being she'd never felt before.

A polite cough from a lower plane brought Jane out of her blissful reverie. She looked down to see a very wet faced sister. What could she say?

"I'm sorry, was that from me?"

Elizabeth nodded and smiled. "I take it our little experiment was successful?"

This time, it was Jane turn to nod; enthusiastically. That night, they shared a bed which, considering what they'd already shared, seemed only natural.