With apologies to Jane Austen!
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The story so far: Mr & Mrs Bennet are anxious to find rich husbands for their daughters Jane, Elizabeth, Kate and Lydia but their immediate problem is the lack of an heir. Should the elderly Mr Bennet die without a son there property will be inherited by clergyman, Mr Collins, an odious cousin. Elizabeth has undertaken to find a lover for her mother to impregnate her, hopefully with a son. Meanwhile all the men in the neighbourhood are trying to get the Bennet girls into bed while all the ladies are trying to find rich husbands. Now read on.
Chapter V A Nocturnal Visitation
Some little time later after Jane had readied herself for the night there was a gentle knock at her door. Thinking that it was Elizabeth she called out for her to enter. To her surprise Wickham stood in the doorway.
"Pardon my intrusion," he began with a smile. "I overheard you say that you had a headache. I have some small knowledge of medical matters particularly relating to the ladies and I thought perhaps I could be of assistance. I have found that massaging the affected and complimentary channels best alleviates headaches. Would you like me try?"
"That really is most kind of you Mr. Wickham," Jane replied; although she had no idea what complimentary channels were. Wickham closed the bedroom door and locked it.
"I find it best not to have interruptions during treatment," he said by way of explanation. Wickham stood behind Jane and put his hands on her shoulders. "The pain flows down from the head into the rest of the body and it needs to be cancelled out by an equal and opposite flow of pleasure through the body up into the head."
"Yes, I see," said Jane. Wickham stood behind Jane and gently places his hands on her waist and then slid his hands upwards until they cupped her breasts. He squeezed gently. "How does that feel", he whispered while continuing to fondle her breasts. He kissed the back of her neck and pulled her nightdress off her shoulders exposing her breasts. Jane clasped her arms to her slipping nightdress. "Just let it fall to the floor", he murmured. As if in a trance Jane heard the slight rustle as her nightdress dropped to the ground. She was naked. She became aware of something fleshy and hard pressing into her buttocks. Wickham again slid his hands down to her waist and continued downwards to her pubic region. He gently probed her orifice with his fingers causing Jane to exclaim half in protest but also half with pleasure.
"If you would just open your legs slightly," he whispered. Jane did as she was bidden feeling quite unable to resist. Wickham's fingers probed more deeply into her vagina causing a delicious enjoyable juicy sensation. She felt Wickham's hot breath on her neck and he began to talk to her quietly, obscenely and urgently. "Open your cunt Jane, open it wide so that I can rub your clitoris" Jane didn't know she had a cunt or a clitoris but assumed it must be the place where his probing fingers were causing her such pleasure.
"Jane, I think it would be better if you lay on the bed." As if in a trance she allowed him to lead her over to the bed. Wickham glanced over at her bedside table. On it lay her hairbrush. She always left it by her bedside at night. It had a smooth round ivory handle about half an inch in diameter at the tip but swelling to a more substantial girth along its length. Wickham picked it up and used it to gently probe Jane's vagina. After a few moments Wickham felt a restraining hand on his movements. Firmly Jane moved his hand aside and began to manipulate the hairbrush handle herself.
Yes, dear reader, even the saintly Jane was not unacquainted with the pleasures of masturbation and Wickham had accidentally discovered her favourite method of pleasuring herself. It is true that she would normally be safely ensconced in the privacy and darkness of her own bedroom before indulging herself rather than lying with her legs wide open and her knees drawn up under the lecherous gaze of a man.
Equally firmly Wickham removed the hair brush from her hand and put it on the side table. 'I've got some think much nicer than a hair brush to put in your cunt,' he said as he slid his cock into her virginal vaginal orifice.
Curiously, until that moment she had not made any connection between the pleasures of masturbation and conjugal relations between a man and a woman. Minutes later in the throws of her first man made orgasm she was surprised by the fierce spurting of Wickham's ejaculation. Jane opened her eyes and was almost surprised to see that Wickham was still there. She glanced at his semi-erect penis, still protruding from his breeches, with some distaste. Jane slipped into bed and pulled up the bedclothes.
"Do please put that thing away Mr. Wickham, I want to go to sleep now. Good night Mr. Wickham." Jane's headache had disappeared as if by magic.
Quietness finally fell upon the house. Safe in her own room, her virginity guarded by a locked door, Elizabeth slept lightly and fitfully; while dreaming of being repeatedly ravished by Mr. Darcy while lying naked on the billiard table.
Chapter VI Candid Thoughts Concerning The Bennet Girls
Breakfast the following morning could have been difficult, but Jane resolutely refused to make eye contact with Wickham; indeed she could scarcely believe what had happened the previous night and thought perhaps it was all just a bad dream. She addressed herself exclusively to Charles and since the Hursts and Caroline had already left the table, Elizabeth found herself the sole focus of attention of both Wickham and Darcy. She was perfectly aware that they were both sizing her up both literally and metaphorically but she was well up to the challenge. It amused her greatly to consider that while they endeavoured to mentally undress her she had already seen both of them naked and in rather compromising circumstances.
After breakfast, everyone dispersed to their various activities. Finding herself alone at last, Elizabeth decided to go for a walk in the extensive grounds of Netherfield. After a short while she became aware of the sound of men's voices in an adjacent avenue. She soon discerned that it was Darcy, Wickham and Hurst. The sound of their conversation easily carried to her attentive ears.