With apologies to Jane Austen!
The story so far: Mr. & Mrs. Bennet have four daughters and no son and heir. If Mr Bennet dies without a male heir his property will be inherited by his cousin, the odious Mr. Collins. Mrs. Bennet's daughter, Elizabeth, has persuaded Mr. Wickham to impregnate her mother, hopefully with a son, with the promise of allowing him to take some unspecified sexual liberties with her later. Charlotte Bingley has made herself freely 'available' to Wickham & Darcy in the hope of snaring a rich husband. The dastardly Wickham has already contrived to have sexual intercourse with Elizabeth's innocent older sister Jane who is engaged to be married to Charles Bingley. Lydia, the youngest of the Bennet girls, who has been sent to stay with Mr. & Mrs. Collins has been amusing herself by seducing the pompous clergyman. Darcy and Wickham have a hundred guinea bet as to which of them will bed Elizabeth first! All part of the simple life of cuntry folk!
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Chapter X Mrs. Bennet's Secret Diary
May 15th Mr. Wickham arrived this afternoon from Netherfield. Elizabeth introduced him; a most attractive and handsome young gentleman. We had a private conversation together; he was most discrete and charming. About half an hour before midnight he came quietly into my bedroom. He was wearing a dressing gown which he rapidly removed and without ceremony got into bed beside me. He pulled up my nightdress and began to fondle me most intimately, it was extremely agreeable. He complimented me on my breasts although he called them tits, not a word I am familiar with. Quite accidentally my hand came into contact with his private part. It was extremely large and firm. I was emboldened to take it in my hands and explore its great length and girth. It was a pity we were beneath the bedclothes because I would have very much liked a full view of it. Of one thing I am sure, it is a great deal larger than Mr. Bennet's member.
He had his fingers in my private parts and then he asked me to open my legs so he could get into my cunt; another new word. And then, ever so carefully he got on top of me and slid his member in. It went in so easily and felt so nice. A few minutes later I felt his fluid spurting up inside me. Ten minutes later he was on me again, that was a pleasant surprise; Mr. Bennet never did that! Had some very nice spasms!
May 16th Early this morning Mr. Wickham returned to my room; as it was light I was able to get a proper sight of his private part. I expressed my admiration for it and he said I should call it his prick or cock rather than private part. I am learning a lot of new words; I shall have to tell Elizabeth. He was in me again; twice! I haven't experienced such ardour since I was eighteen-year old bride! My whole body tingled with delight.
My attentive lover returned again tonight. He took his dressing gown off and then, instead of getting into bed, he lit all the lamps so that the room was light as day. He was not at all embarrassed by his nakedness and I must confess he was a fine figure of a man. I have never seen a naked man before. He took my nightdress off! I was so embarrassed, I tried to cover myself; no man has ever seen me unclothed before. Wickham just laughed and said I had a beautiful body and I should be proud to show it to a man. Then he did a very strange thing. He asked me to bend forward over the dressing table; I could see him in the mirror, standing close behind me and to my complete surprise, he slid his prick into my cunt. It felt very agreeable indeed and I was able to watch what he was doing. He said he was fucking me. At the same time he was squeezing my breasts in a very pleasurable manner. Wickham says he can tell when a lady is happy by the feel of her tits and nipples. I can't keep up with all these new words. Ten minutes later he fucked me again on the bed. Wonderful throbbing sensation in my cunt.
May 17th What a disappointment, Wickham didn't visit me this morning. I spoke to Elizabeth later on and started to tell her about my new vocabulary. She became extremely agitated and said I must on no account use such words in respectable company. How, I wondered, did she, an unmarried virgin, know so much about it. These modern young women! She is so crotchety sometimes, not at all like my dear daughter Lydia. She'll finish up a spinster if she's not very careful. Men simply do not like ladies to be too clever.
When Wickham visited me that night, he did a very strange thing. He tried to kiss my private parts. I immediately told him to stop. He told me that unmarried young ladies liked to have their sexual orifice caressed by a man's tongue as it did not damage their virginity but never-the-less afforded them a great deal of pleasure. What ridiculous nonsense; my girls would never allow a man to do such a disgusting thing, the very idea! He even said the bizarre practice had a special name; cunny something I didn't quite catch what he said. It quite put me out of countenance and I didn't feel disposed to copulate with him. But he is such a charming and persuasive young man that eventually I let him enter me from behind while kneeling up on the bed. Lots of nice spasms! Wickham says they are called orgasms. Before he would have me again he insisted that I say 'please fuck me'; I did feel rather embarrassed but it was outweighed by my desire for his lovely big cock.
May 18th When he came to see me next morning, he did a very bold thing. He pulled back the bedclothes and commanded me to remove my nightdress. I did so reluctantly I still felt rather embarrassed being naked in his presence. But he gently coaxed and persuaded me and I began to relax. Suddenly it seemed quite natural that I should open my legs. A very strange thing happened; I wanted him to look at me. I opened my legs wider; I could feel my cunt opening wide, it felt juicy and delightful. The he went into me and began to fuck me slowly and steadily while speaking to me urgently but quietly. What he said was actually rather insulting but I was enjoying myself so much that I didn't mind. He said I was a sex starved bitch who needed a good fucking and why didn't I become a prostitute and earn some money instead of worrying about property inheritance. Then he went too far. He said that if I wanted to be a successful prostitute I would have to learn to take a man's prick in my mouth and swallow down his ejaculation. Just the thought of it made me feel quite sick. I got very angry and asked him to leave. Five minutes later I regretted it, he'd only fucked me once and I'd rather come to expect a repeat performance. I wonder how much I could earn as a prostitute. Sad news this evening, Wickham is leaving tomorrow. He was very kind and gentle with me and apologised for upsetting me that morning. He explained that some ladies like to spoken to in an obscene and rough manner while engaged in sexual intercourse. What a strange idea; I assured him that Mr. Bennet had never ever spoken to me like that. We did it together for the last time; then he surprised me again. He kissed me on the lips, it felt so nice; he hadn't done that before. I'm afraid I started to cry.
