hard, and said, “These cherry ice cream cones are in perfect shape. They will definitely pass my QC.”
Capturing one hardened nipple between his teeth, he devoured the cherry, making her moan more loudly. Sticking out his tongue, he brushed it over her pink skin. Then his hands abandoned her bosom and headed south, busily unzipping his trousers and ripping off her panties.
“What kind of community service is this?” Elizabeth demanded weakly, slipping her hands into his trousers to grab his tight bottom. “Why should you get to enjoy your judicial punishment?”
He raised his hand and glanced quickly at his watch. “The official sentence ended fifteen minutes ago,” he said, and lowered her to lie flat on the bench top. “Now the unofficial sentence and taste-testing begins.” With that last word, he grabbed her hips and thrust his manhood into her hot entrance.
“Ah!” she screamed in delight. Her hands flew out to grasp the bench, upsetting more ice cream onto their bodies in the process. She felt his thick, rock-like shaft impale into her sensitive inner muscles again and again, scorching every pore in her passage, spreading the fire from her core down to her thighs and toes, and up to her belly and breasts.
“Yes!” she cried out as he continued to rapidly grind his shaft against her womb. His hands flew to her twin peaks, fondling and kneading them vigorously.
When he lowered his head and used his mouth to nip up a large mouthful of Marble Fudge and push the icy, creamy liquid between her lips, it tipped her over the edge.
The chilled fluid made the muscles inside her mouth tremble, resonating with the inner convulsions she experienced as she crested to her peak. Her legs wrapped tightly around his hips, sealing his cold belt buckle against the feverish muscles of her inner thigh.
As she arched her body up, he yelled out loud and spilled his burning seed into her.
Oh, what a tasting! Darcy wanted to try more flavors, preferably in a variety of positions. The thought made him hard entrance and turned her over.
A passion-weakened Elizabeth found that she was in for another amazing temperature treatment. Her naked breasts were now pressed against the cold lab bench, while her buttocks were pounded repeatedly by her husband’s sweaty, burning body. Yet again, she was amazed by how he managed to last and last in order to bring her to peak after peak of pleasure.
Sexpert Challenge
What if Mr. Darcy participated in a reality show?
“William, please? Please! Have I ever asked you for a favour?” Georgiana Darcy clung to her brother’s arm, shaking it and pleading with him.
“Georgie, you ask me for favours every day.” Darcy was busy reading a scientific report, and didn’t look up at her.
Georgiana grabbed hold of his report, thrust it aside and said, “But this is my first job! Lady C is so kind to have given me the job of Production Assistant. This is her new quiz show. Please! What will you lose by agreeing to compete?”
“What kind of quiz show is it again? And the name?”
“I don’t know the details yet. Lady C just asked me to find four celebrity participants who have a good general knowledge of life. She said they would be paired up with four ‘normal’ participants. The four pairs compete for half an hour for each of three episodes. The winners will get a prize. The losers will have a little bit of a joke played on them. It will be shown on Channel 12 next season at 9.30 pm on Tuesday nights. And the points you earn will be converted to cash and donated to the charity of your choice.”
“Your aunt has produced a lot of rubbish, through the years, and Channel 12 generally broadcasts stupid shows. Can you imagine what my fellow researchers would say if they saw me on a stupid quiz show?”
“But you’re helping charity – and your family! Lady C said she’s had a difficult year, and I’m new in the business. If I do a good show, I might be invited to work on something bigger and better, like 'When the Maiden Meets the Prince'.”
“I don’t know why you’re so obsessed with this show. You’re rich and elegant, and you can have any European prince you care to name.”
“But it’s like pairing Cinderella with Prince Charming. I’ll be the fairy godmother.”
“Why you would want to be a fairy godmother is beyond me!” He sighed. “Who have you persuaded, so far?”
“I got Charles and Richard. I just need you and one more.”
“Well, at least Charles and Richard will share in the embarrassment.”
She beamed. “Thank you! Here’s the contract. You can ask your lawyer to have a look, but once you sign it, no backing out, understood?”
“Just get out of my study now. I need to finish reading that report.”
Lydia Bennet was badgering her sisters in much the same way, on the phone.
“Come on, Jane and Lizzy, you have to help me. This is my big break in TV, my first PA job. What’s so difficult about being on a quiz show? You two are the intelligent ones.”
“9.30 pm on Channel 12 is the doggy bit, Lydia. You know their shows aren’t my kind of shows,” Elizabeth said.
“But Lady C is reputable for serious productions. She made The Strongest Link and Sale of the Decade. Do you really think she would do anything too stupid? And she said she needed someone with good general knowledge about life.”
“So?” Elizabeth was still uninterested.
“Jane, I heard from the other PA that Charles Bingley would be on the show.”
“Oh, then we’re lost!” Elizabeth exclaimed.
“Why did he agree to do it?” Jane asked. Jane had exchanged goo-goo eyes with Bingley throughout his stay at the Bennet Outback Resort in Boobie Hill, two months earlier.
Things had been heating up when Bingley was suddenly called back to Sydney on business. They still kept in touch via email and phone, but they hadn’t been able to see each other again since his departure.
“He is a family friend of Lady C, apparently. You don’t want to miss a chance to get cozy with him again,” Lydia said.
“How long will it be?” Jane asked.
“We’ll be filming on a small island in Fiji. That’s an additional incentive to compete. We’ll stay there for a week. Imagine! A week on a romantic island with Charles Bingley. And the winners and participants will be given prizes, too.”
“Does that mean that Darcy the Bighead will be there, too?” Elizabeth recalled her run-in with Darcy during his stay with Bingley. Darcy had met her at a party, where he had the audacity to say that she was ‘only tolerable, not pretty enough to dance with.’ For the remainder of his stay, Elizabeth had challenged his opinions at every opportunity, which was pretty often since Jane had liked to drag Elizabeth along when she first met up with Bingley.
