Mr Collins Learns His Lesson

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“Oh Papa,” wailed Lydia, “Why will you not allow me to attend the reception tonight to welcome the regiment to Meryton? Charlotte says that all the officers have been invited, and that afterwards there will be dancing!”Mr Bennet lowered his newspaper and looked sternly at his daughter.“Because, Lydia, last time you consorted with those officers, you returned with your dress covered in distasteful stains, and no undergarments at all.”“Mama, please tell him,” pouted Lydia.Mrs Bennet looked flustered and fiddled with her embroidery.“I’m sure, Mr Bennet, that Lydia has learnt her lesson,” she suggested nervously.“I doubt that very much indeed,” said Mr Bennet firmly, “she is far too much like her mother.” He raised his newspaper, signifying that the conversation was at an end.At which point Mrs Bennet had a fit of hysterics, and Lydia flounced out of the drawing room, ignoring the giggles of her sisters.~~~~~~~~~~~Banging shut the door of her bedroom, Lydia lay on the bed and sulked. The annual muster of Colonel Forster’s regiment in Meryton was always an event of great excitement to the young ladies of the vicinity, bringing as it did an influx of young single gentlemen in uniform, all keen to disport themselves before the admiring members of the opposite sex.For Lydia, it was their uniforms that had attracted her to the young officers right from the start. She could still remember the first time she had seen them march into the church on Sunday morning, dressed in their finest scarlet coats, tight cream breeches and high boots that glistened in the sunlight. She had felt herself become quite moist between her legs, and it was only a stern look from her eldest sister Jane that had prevented her from putting her hand up under her skirt and fingering herself with excitement. As it was, she had several times been distracted by the large bulge in the breeches of Lieutenant Denny and had to be reminded of her place in her prayer book. Since then, whenever she saw an officer in uniform her juices welled up as if by magic, often running uncontrollably down her leg.Now, as she lay on her bed, she closed her eyes and pictured Lieutenant Denny in his scarlet coat and shiny boots. In her mind, she chose to picture him without his breeches, his manhood standing up proudly in front of him, all eight throbbing inches of it. Once this enticing image was fixed in her mind, she hitched istanbul travesti up her skirts and plunged her fingers into her moist quim, where they were soon swimming in her copious fluids. Curving up her fingers to find her special sensitive spot, she used her other hand to play with her hard little button. As she approached her point of release, she was forced to stuff the corner of her bedsheets into her mouth to stifle her cries of ecstasy.  Then, pensively licking her sticky fingers, she meditated on a plan. If her father would not let her meet the officers at the planned dinner-party, then she would have to visit them by herself. A devious plan soon occurred to her.~~~~~~~~During luncheon the following day, Lydia announced that she had a headache and would be spending the afternoon in her room.“When I have a headache, I find a long walk to be a far superior restorative,” announced her sister Mary primly.“Well, Mary, I do think Lydia knows what is best for her own health,” observed Mrs Bennet.“Nonsense,” said Mr Bennet, whose instinct was always to disagree with his wife, on the very reasonable basis that she was almost invariably wrong. “Mary is quite correct. A good walk will clear your head most satisfactorily, Lydia. I suggest you set out immediately after you have finished your luncheon. Just take care to be back in time for supper.”“Oh Papa,” pouted Lydia, but inside she was thoroughly pleased with herself. Had she directly proposed taking a walk, her father would have immediately smelt a rat and insisted on her remaining indoors. But her family had responded to her suggestion exactly as she had predicted, and she was now free to roam as she pleased.As a final deception, she set off down the lane in the direction of Netherfield, but as soon as she was out of sight of their home of Longbourn she doubled back by way of the fields and was soon heading in the opposite direction towards Meryton.  She knew that the officers would have lunched as usual in the private upper room at the inn and would likely be relaxing after the meal.Arriving at the establishment in question, she asked the landlord to go upstairs and ascertain whether Lieutenant Denny was present. Returning from his errand, he informed her that the gentleman in question was indeed upstairs and had asked the young Miss Bennet to come up.Ignoring the sniggers and ribald istanbul travesti comments from the drinkers in the downstairs parlour, Lydia marched up the stairs, and knocked confidently on the door of the dining room. It was opened by one of the other officers.“I say, Denny, your young lady is here to see you,” he announced.“My dear Lydia, how delightful to see you,” said Denny, coming forward to meet her. “We were very sorry not to see you last night at dinner.”“Mama refused to let me go,” pouted Lydia, “so I decided to come this afternoon instead.”“I am delighted to see you at any time,” said Denny, bending to kiss Lydia’s proffered hand. “I think you met most of the other officers last time we were at Meryton, but I believe Captain Carter has yet to have the pleasure of an introduction.”A strikingly tall and handsome young officer stepped forward and bowed low to her.“I am most delighted to at last have the opportunity to make the acquaintance of the renowned Lydia Bennet,” he said. “All the officers of the regiment speak very highly of your charms and abilities.”Lydia simpered at these words, affecting to ignore the stifled guffaws of the other officers.“The pleasure is all mine,” she said.“Won’t you come and sit with me?” said Captain Carter. He led Lydia to his seat and made her sit on his lap. Lydia could feel a substantial bulge in his tight breeches, and wriggled around, rubbing her plump bottom against it. She could feel the bulge swelling considerably.Captain Carter offered her a glass of wine, which she took willingly.“I must be careful not to spill it,” she said. “My papa will be most annoyed if I get any unsightly stains on my dress.”“That would indeed be a shame,” said the Captain. “Maybe it would be best if you were to remove it altogether?”“Oh Sir, you are very forward,” said Lydia, starting at once to undo the buttons. Very soon she was dressed in just her chemise, which did little to cover her little bosoms. She playfully slapped Captain Carter’s hand as he began to unlace the front of it, but this only served to encourage him, and very soon her two firm mounds were freed from their confinement. She giggled as he bent over and kissed them in turn, paying particular attention to her pert nipples. In turn, Lydia began to toy playfully with the buttons of the Captain’s red coat.“What a lot of buttons you have, Captain istanbul travesti Carter,” she purred. “How do you keep them so shiny? Do you polish them yourself?”“I should say not,” said Captain Carter, “That’s Perkins’s job, he’s my batman, you know. Fine chap, Perkins, very thorough.”By this time Lydia had managed to undo several of the shiny buttons. She put her hand inside the Captain’s jacket and began to stroke his chest.“I wish I had someone to shine my buttons for me,” she murmured.“I’d be delighted to look after your button, you saucy minx,” said Captain Carter. “I know what young ladies like you enjoy.” Without further ado he put his hand up under Lydia’s chemise and began to rub at the little button between her legs.“Oh, Captain,” squealed Lydia, affecting to be horrified by his action. “How could you be so bold…oh my!” – this last as one of his fingers slipped inside her quim. She sighed with pleasure as he slipped in a second finger and tickled the insides of her moist passage.“It would be a shame if your pretty chemise were to get stained too,” he suggested, “I fear your fluids are starting to run out already.”Lydia took the hint, and obligingly wriggled her arms out of the lacy straps to enable him to pull the garment off over her head. She was now totally bare as she sat on Captain Carter’s lap. He continued to rub her private parts with one hand, while playing with her pert little bosoms with the other. Her pink nipples were standing up like two little strawberries.By this time, most of the other officers were rubbing the front of their tight breeches, revealing some impressive bulges. As Lydia watched with delight, one of them unbuttoned himself and took out his manhood, which was standing to attention in fine military style. He smiled at Lydia as he stroked it proudly.Lydia could feel Captain Carter’s own member pressing against her plump thigh. She undid his buttons and freed it from its confinement. She could not suppress a gasp of delight, as it proved to be of impressive length and girth, with a smooth rounded head. Bending over, she put the tip in her mouth, and licked at it with her tongue.“Dammit, girl, you’re every bit as filthy as the chaps said,” exclaimed the Captain. “Why don’t you help me off with my boots so we can get down to business?”Lydia was delighted to have the opportunity to handle the Captain’s military boots. She could not resist licking the shiny black leather as she undid the straps and pulled them down his calves. While he removed his jacket and shirt, she took one of the boots and rubbed it between her thighs against her extremely wet quim, leaving glistening trails of her juices across the soft leather.

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